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[decalcomanie]

[I'll post my form soon, but I need to find my girl a good nickname, because nothing comes to my mind.]

[Solarize]

[ Okay<3 ]

[Rawr.]

>< Please reserve me a spot Female. I will post my form here... It may take a while though...

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”

name;; name's supposedly define who we are; what we are going to be. Don't believe me? Well then if I told you my name was Arabella or Isabella, most people would automatically think I was posh and responsible... Whereas if I told you my name was anything else you would begin judging accordingly. Well this isn't fair! This isn't our choice; we get given our name, we have to wear it like a label... Judging... Why should we let ourselves be judged that way; why should they make up wear those labels on our skins like sheep ready to be categorised. * Her name is Payton Alexis Reid. Pronounced; 'Pay-ten Alex-as Ree-d. *

age;; Birthdays are there to celebrate the day you are born; every year they are there, a reminder that you are another year older, another year closer to death. Every day on your birthday thousands of people die everywhere, thousands more are born. It's not special when you know that thousands share that same day with you- it's not YOUR special day... The day I was born is not realy important... I was born; I was born in a bathroom in Texas; my mother just the age of 15, I was a secret. I was born in a hotel bathroom- alone. She came to the hotel to have me without her family finding out! I was a mistake, no not a mistake an accident... I ruined my mothers life; she died. My mother died the hour I was born. My birth caused another death to add to the thousands and thousands that already passed. Even as a baby I was a killer. Payton is 18 years old, her birthday the 6th of Semptember.

gender;; Such a question that most people would laugh at, but me- yeah I am kind of used to it. Every time I go to a new school the teacher would always say ''Payton. Is Payton here. Where is he!'' then I would shrink in my seat trying to get away from all the laugh's and look's that all the other kids would give me. I would have to reply; me, every time gaining a sorry look from the teacher every time. As if that look made any difference at all! I think when I was born mother was hoping I was a male because when I was found and brought into hospital they said that they found loads of home made baby clothes in the hotel room- all blue and in boys designs. I was a screw up as a baby. I couldn't even be the right gender! Maybe if I was a boy my life would have gone right... Maybe. Maybe if that little tiny foetus wouldn't have got it wrong... She is female.

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"Halloween is code for showing what's inside of us; waiting to come out..."

description;; Look's are such vain things; they are the biggest label of them all, you boys who say you are all about personality and 'what is on the inside,' are speaking bull. Complete bull. You are lying to everyone, including yourself. Slut's and mean girls get all the boy's; the nerds and geeks get non. No, i'm not talking about those girls who are stick thin and beautiful and put on some glasses and say they are geek's; or wear shirts saying 'I love nerd's.' No you don't. Nerd's and geeks are the kids with all the spot's, the lanky-too tall, the stubby- too short, the fat and the thin... The people who don't belong... The emo's and goth's, no they are not geeks or losers- I admire those kids... They have the guts to be themselves and take all the insults and hate that they get; they still find love in one another... I wasn't in a group at school; I didn't even fit in with the losers; I wasn't smart enough- you see I have dyslexia. Nobody knows it. They just think I don't try; but I do, I try so hard- they don't understand that when I try and read the words begin to dance; or when I speak my mouth seems to make the words seem lazy; when I try and think it is like a wall blocks of half of my mind... I'm not going to tell you what I look like now; I'm going to tell you about when I was a child... When I was just a little girl; maybe 12 or 13, I began to gain weight... lot's of it. Quickly and vastly I began to pile on the pounds till at the age of 14 I weighed a great 12 stone 5. My health was at risk as well as my confident. I would get teased at school, laughed at. I was fat; but this didn't make me any different; but to those girls and boys it did. I became more and more reliant on food for happiness; it was apparent that I had an obsession. I had a crush on a boy called, ' Winter Smith,' one day he walled up to me. Do you know what he said? '' Go get a life you fat b**ch!'' he said before walking off. Why? I don't know; but kids can be so horrible... At this age I had about 4 spots on my forehead and chin, big blue eyes- surrounded with very thick eyelashes. Hair so dark brown it seemed almost black; but it wasn't... It wasn't black... When Winter said that I broke; I began to lose weight; some days I wouldn't eat at all; people around school would look at me differently- I saw it in their eyes... Boy's began to approach; I was growing and developing... Something else that developed was my hate- my hate for all those people who made me feel like dirt. Every time someone would aproch me I would simply kick their ass. Everybody was scared of me. So, you have heard what I looked like then; find out what I look like now on your own... Payton had a very dark shade of brown hair, it falls just bellow he shoulder blades. She often wears it up in a black ribbon; this means that you should not approach her. Her eyes are a wild blue and contrast with her pale skin and dark hair, her lips almost a permanent red. As for her body, she is now on
the lower side of ideal because when she lost all of the weight, she never returned her normal eating pattern...

modifications;; If by this you mean things like Tattoo's and piercings; or maybe you mean self in-flicked art.. Do you know what that is? Of course you don't; you don't know anything about people like me, you can only guess because that's what people do. They take what they know; they take it without asking, without permission and they twist it into something ugly and hateful. They take away all the beautiful from a person and turn them into a devil. Why? Because it's fun; it's fun to ruin people's perspective. The sickness of today's society is spreading. Judgement day is getting harsher. A dove fly's on the left side of my neck; the dove is a symbol of peace. I like this, I think that if the whole world was peaceful then maybe everybody could get along. But the world couldn't run without fear and hate; the strongest fuel's. I have a tribal skull on the inside of my left foot, on the ankle. To me this symbolises the fact that sometime's team work can be the death of you... You must first learn the Celtic story's to understand the tattoo. To understand it's purpose. I 3 other's 2 of which I will speak of 1 of which I will not. I have the world Love written on my left wrist- it trails across the wrist and then the end of the 'e' swirls around. On the other wrist is a name. 'Harmony.' that is the name of my mother. As for piercings- I have only my ears- done twice; both at the bottom. I have two peircing's unless you count the one that I did with a school compass in the bottom of my thumb. I can still fit an ear-ring through the hole... As for self inflicted art; I speak more about that later...She has 5 tattoo's. She has two official piercings. The last tattoo is on her back between her shoulder blades.. It says; till death do us part...

style;; My style, haa, what style! Haa! I'm sorry but if you have ever met me you wouldn't have asked me that question! I have no style sense at all; I wear whatever is cheap and available. I have been know to wear just a tiny crop top and sorts with braces... SLUT! Yup. Payton tends to wear everything and anything available. Ranging from slut to tramp. She honestly doesn't care... Lot's of people judge her from what she wear's.

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“We stop cheaking for monsters under the bed; when we reilise that they are inside of us.”

I will add the pat of the band later It is a W.I.P

[misfits.]

~Alrighty...hmm. Would 'Reese Pieces' or 'Vanilla Milkshake' work?

[Solarize]

@Dreamland- Vanilla Milkshake sounds cool.
@Rawrr. - I will accept you once you have added parts for the band.

[misfits.]

~We'll go with that then c:

[decalcomanie]

[Seems like I'm the only one who hasn't got any nicknames in my mind xP]

[misfits.]

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'Ello! My name is Holly Rae Winters. Yes. That's all. My name is just a way of saying, my parents had me, and just threw the name on me. Kidding! I was born during Christmas, and then these holly berries, on a tree outside, gave them the idea. My middle name...err. They just threw that on me, that's not a joke. They seriously did just throw it on me. But anyways, I do have a fancy for my last name. It just gives it that...hmm..ring, I guess. Like a song. Oh dear..Yeah, now's kind of a random time for me. And times are always random for me, because I will literally say anything that pops in my mind, I guess.




Well, there's tons of things you can call me. Just if you call me something 'unworthy' or 'unacceptable' to me, your gonna a face full of knuckles. And I bet your hungry then, 'cause that's what kinda sandwich your gonna get. Yeah..So, anyways. The girls call me 'Hollister' more than they do call me Holly. It's kinda my thing. Like, y'know the store, Hollister co. Yeah, there's where the nickname hit me. Holly-Hollister. It gives it a good sound. I love it. I'm also called Holl, Holler, or Hally. And sometimes, my middle name, I guess.




Hmm...seems like I get this question allot. Allot of people called me 'Hollister', for about...err.. 13 years? Yeah, and in class, on the first day, this kid said: "Hollister!? Do you know where he is? Where is he?" And I would just slope down into my seat, as I was pointed and laughed at. It was pretty rude, and unacceptable to me, being teased and laughed at through the hallways, all day, but yeah...Look at me now! I'm in a band, so what'ya have to say, now, jerks! WOO! Yeah...ahem. Gotta little carried off there, sorry. But did I mention that...hmm. I'm a girl, thank you very much. Do I look like I have short hair, manly biceps, and abs? No. But truthfully, I do have some abs. I work out, so yeah.



As you can tell from my wrinkles, cane, and grey hair; I'm 87 years old! Lies. I'm seventeen years young, and absolutely proud of it. Living young, wild, and free. No stopping me, baby! Anyways, most people would say seventeen years 'old', but not me. I say young, like the epic people do. Oh yeah! But still, who seriously wants to call their self "old".old.old. No it just doesn't add up. The End. Nada that shiz. Yeah, sorry, again. I keep getting carried away with this. So...I was born in December 17th 1994. And if you wanna know what my sign is; it's Sagittarius. Yep, such a crazy word, isn't it? Well, while were at this, I'm just gonna go ahead and talk about where I originated. Yup. Where I was born! Where was I born? Oh, wait. Got it. London, England. Yeah, so if your wondering why I have this accent...Well, that's because I'm British. Problem? So, when I was like five I ended up here, in America, long story short.Get it?

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