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“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 Hunter Alexis Reid. Pronounced; 'Hun-ter 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. Hunter is 22 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 ''Hunter. Is Hunter 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... Hunter 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. Hunter 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.”

inside;; Almost everyday we describe and assess the personalities of the people around us. Whether we realize it or not, these daily musings on how and why people behave as they do are similar to what personality psychologists do. If I wanted a psychologist I would get one! Why do people judge you because of the way you act; treat you differently... Personality concerns the most important, most noticeable parts of an individual's psychological life. Personality concerns whether a person is happy or sad, energetic or apathetic, smart or dull. Over the years, many different definitions have been proposed for personality. Most of the definitions refer to a mental system -- a collection of psychological parts including motives, emotions, and thoughts. The definitions vary a bit as to what those parts might be, but they come down to the idea that personality involves a pattern or global operation of mental systems. But you didn't wan't to know this; do don't need to know this, you want to know what I am like... As long as you are ready for it...

As a little girl; I was always so very interested at the idea of 'growing up,' that I seemed to lose myself in it; I was so focused on being mature and acting like a teenager that I forgot to act like a child. I never realy grew up; because I was always one step ahead of everyone else... I never got to be a real kid; right now I resent that and I wish that when I was little I have the knowledge that I do now... Maybe then things would be so bad. But they are a life goes on; in a figure of speech anyway... SO I don't wan't to share what I am like iside; you will just have to judge for yourself... You do that anyway! Hunter isnt the girl that'll be the nice one all of the time; lets face it, shes more normal then anything. Her attitude is rather sour-like but she is helpful; and shes a kind of girl thats never willing to let someone bring her down. Shes a tomboy, rather; never afraid to play in the mud and not afraid of any kind of bugs. She sticks to herself; never the kind to share her problems with others, no matter who it is, her best friend, anybody. Evon doesnt like being rather nice to people that have reacted in a not so well way to her.
Well, to start off with ill go with her rather..lemony kind of tasteful rudeness. Hunter is the one to fight for one reason; and its mainly a stupid one. She doesnt let anything bring her down and even the stupidest of things can set her off. Shes been known to cry for hours about things like something she loves getting lost, and when someone she loves dies..well, she mourns for about an hour and then gets over it quickly. Its like she really doesnt care for anyone but herself; and her possessions, in that mind. But, when it comes to it, Hunter is willing to help others out.
Shes been known to get small things with her own money for people she doesnt even know. Shes one of those people that would hand money to a person out on the streets; even if they look like a drug addict. Shes rather kind and caring when it comes to others unlike her. Like, say theres a race and whoever looses has to pay 50 dollars to the other one. Ones a rich white girl with no problems in her life. The other is a poor black kid with quite a few issues. If the white girl wins, Hunter will start to cry because the black kid thats poor has to pay 50 dollars. And thats where her caring side kicks in. And kindness, as well. She'd probably walk up to the girl and turn all uncaring on her, and probably tell her to go away or she'd hunt her down and tell her parents.
But thats just the normal side of Hunter.
When we get to relationships, though..well, Hunter isnt very good at keeping those. She doesnt really do good with them; and she's the kind to slap someone if they tell her they love her. Shes rather more of a fighter than a lover; and when it does come to love, shes a player, rather. She doesnt stick to one boy; and her motto goes something along the lines of "if you dont like love, then why stick to one person?"
Hunter is one tho talk to herself at times because she dosnt believe in sharing your emotions like alot of others do. Hunter is a lot more of the sticking to herself kind; and she doesnt like talking to others unless its actully helping them or doing their good. But once again, it depends on who it is.
Shes curious, though. And careful. Theres tons of differnt sides to Hunter; and thats only a few. But, if we went into details we'd be here forever.
I do have a few more things to share, though. Hunter is very protective; She's rather quick to things; like a cat. She has pretty good reflexes, as well as as good scenes. She knows what everything is and knows how to react to it. Its rather helpful, actully; and useful. She can turn, though, and not tell anyone about it if she wishes. Thats just the way she roles.
Thats about it, though.

likes;; I like the feeling of complete numbness, a place where you can feel totally free of everything... I also like sleeping and the feeling of adventure...Hunter doesn't like many things...

dislikes;; I hate sand, the way it irritates everywhere, I hate sharks. I hate bright lights and bright things... I hate the concept of judging each other; I hate that the world cannot just like in equality. I think Hunter summed that up quite well...

" You should be grateful for your life...''

Hunter is homeless because of the choices she made; the things she did... She does not discus it. Hunter works and sleeps alone....

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Username: ginnie1918
Character Name: Will Anran
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Story ( REQUIRED!):
Will was forced to leave his home once his mom remarried the jerk of a man Robert Smain. He was 14 at the time and couldnt keep living with a man who would his police status to cover the beatings he and his mother got at home. He ran away from the small town he called home to the big city he was told he father lived. He found him, but Will's father wanted nothing to do with him, which made Will have to fend for himself. He e was always very smart, his brightness was uncanny. He was able to remember most things that he's seen and heard, being able to quote them, but he soon was forsed to use his skill in the real world for money. He made friends with a few gang members, who at the time, he didnt know what a gang was. His best frined was the leader of the the Red Knives, John White. Will didnt know he was the leader, for John always tryed to keep tyson out of fights and trouble, telling him it was worng. John was the only real father figure in his life, he looked up to him.. John died in a "car accident" and he was 28. Will was 17 when it happened so he left only to create his own gang, but noone knows its in he honor of John. That gang was the Broken Knives.
Personality: Will is a well rounded guy who would like to get along with everyone. He doesnt blame anyone for his hard life except himself. He looks out for the week but wont bat an eyelash if they turn on him. He is his own self and isnt afraid to show it.
Gang: Broken Knives(hope its okay, i just randomly picked a name ^3^ and i could always change it.)
Rank (leader, member): Leader
Likes: Will likes well behaved people who try their best at what they do. He loves to eat so anyone who can cook is good his his book. He likes girls, but not just for their looks, its how they treat others and him. He gang!
Dislikes: Anyone who trys to hurt thoese he holds dear to him. Anyone who trys to play the "nice guy". People who annoy him. Bitter tasting food. Rain.
Crush: None but open
Dating: Noone but open
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Username: ginnie1918
Character Name: Tyson Kyaru
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Story ( REQUIRED!): Tyson never knew his parents, he has lived in a foster home all his life. The past few years, he's lived with a nice old lad name Wanda Cram, who homes three other kids his age and younger. He was always in a gang, but he never did much in it to really feel like he belonged. He had always kept to himslef, always straight faced with others.
Personality: He is a anger problemed teenager who doesnt like much.
Gang: Gang 1 (not sure the name yet i guess)
Rank (leader, member): Member
Likes:He likes being by himself. His few friends. Wanda Cram, Foster mother. Money. Himself. Hes underage, but he likes to drink.
Dislikes: People getting in his way. Cats. Cops. Doing nothing.
Crush: None
Dating: Noone
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