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[hemmo]

Imagine never seeing land, not even once. But, wanting it so badly, you're willing to swim a hundred days for it. You would live on a boat, of course. Salt water in your veins, and swimming in your blood. I know I'd give up anything for that life, but would it be worth it? Never seeing land, never going to the mall with your best friends. Truth is, your parents' have been paid to raise their family on a floating paradise. But, they never told them that their kids would live there, forever. Now, their parents are trying to get them onto land, for the first time. But, what if you don't want to. Or, you want it so badly, you're willing to jump off the boat and get to land. There's one last thing, you're not allowed to leave the ship. The captain is very strict with his rules, and has punishments if you do get off the boat.

[hemmo]

{Yes, this is a semi-literate roleplay. That means at least four sentences. I want eight, though. Which is basically two, little, paragraphs. That is what I expect. I get writers block, we all get it. That's why four sentences is least, because when you have writers block, that is what you can do.

{I would like to keep the genders even. But, since this is a limited spot roleplay, you don't have to make one of each gender. We are not starting without all of the spots fill.

{You can cuss, but star out the vowel. Ex: d*mn, h*ll, nad so on. I would like you to use only the minor ones, like d*mn, h*ll, sh*it, and not the other ones. I rarely think that they are needed. But, if you think they're needed, you can use them.

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Spa/swimming pools on the boat.

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;; Soccer Lylah Jones - {one.direction}
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;; Olivia Kingsley
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[hemmo]

>>Tell me a little bit about your self.
The name is Soccer. Yeah, I know, weird name. I can honestly tell you, this is not a nickname. This is my name. My middle name is...okay. I wouldn't say it's the best, but it's more normal than Soccer. My full name is Soccer Lylah Jones. My boyfriend used to call me Sako, but most my friends just call me Soccer. I guess my mom and dad named me that because they thought I would be good at soccer. Well, I am. Though, I'm also good a ballet, football, track and field and like ten other sports you have probably never herd the name of. Please feel free to not bother me, ever again.

>>Maybe a little about your past?
You again? Honestly, are you stalking me, or something? Anyway, I grew up in Queensland, Australia. Yup, that is how I have this dandy little accent. I grew up with eight other brothers. I, was always the youngest, and only girl. I guess my parents were always just trying for that one girl. Then, I turned out to be named Soccer. I usually followed my brothers actions. They had tought me everything. Well, everything to do with a boy. It wasn't much drama, until one night, me and my mom were taking the subway home. We saw some people, gangsters. This was when I was eleven, by the way. I hid behind my mom while they crowded us. She gave them her whole purse. I was glad when they finally just left her alone and border the subway. I stepped beside her, my hands were trembling. They took one last look at my mom and fired a gun at her. I screamed and cried until my dad showed up. He was a police officer. Really, ever since then, I havent stepped out of the box.

>>Tell me a little about how you act.
Okay, this is getting a bit creepy. But, I guess, if you rewlly want to know, I'll tell you. Before my mother died, I had a totally differnent personality. Now, it's a bit more rebellious, than it was before. I can be stubborn, so much, that it can be annoying. Yes, I can be annoying alllll the time. See, I'm more honest than you would even know. But, that doesn't mean that I don't get detention twenty - four seven. Which, I do. Now, I don't fall in love, easily. And I'm not saying that I would fall in love, what -so-ever. Though, I wouln't call myself lovable in the first place. I guess we are past love. Now onto how I act at home, with the boys. I can take down my twin and two other of my brothers. But, I can't seem to beat the others. I'm boy - like, but it doesn't mean I dont have a little of my mom left in me. I have to look strong when I'm at home, I have to be strong. I know I may look big and tough, on the outside, but on the inside, Its more like a disaster. I dont want to have to be bad in front of everyone. I want to be myself. I don't have much friends, because of my brothers. They practically scare them to death. Even if I had a lot of friends, I would still act the same exact way. It's sad, really. I would also do the same to a boyfriend of some sort. Unless, he is the one. I know this might sound sappy, but I've dreamed up the perfect guy. I made sure he was almost, the most unique guy out there. So, I would never have to fall in love.

>>How would you describe how you look?
Blind, much? Though, seeing the questions you've asked before, I'll explain. Hmm..we can start at the top of me. That means, we are starting at my hair. It's really nothing to get in a big fuss about, unless you're the prissy girls. Actually, they get in a big fuss about everything. Enough about them, you can to learn about me. My hair is almost never up in a pony tail, but is always parted. I think it might be a good idea to tell you what color my hair is, especially since your blind. It's a nice, blonde color. It has warm, caramel streaks here and there.It's a little lower then my back bones, or a little lower than my breasts. I wouldn't say it's totally straight, but its not overly curly. More like wavy here, and wavy there. Now, it's time to get a little lower. Like my face. I hope you don't hate it, my brothers say it's the most beautiful thing alive. And then they try to kill me. Anyway, like I had said, onto my face. My eyes are the most beautiful part of my, or so I think. I have deep blue eyes, each of them have golden specks in the iris. The iris is the colored part of the eye, if you didn't know. If I were another person looking at myself, I'd fall in love with my eyes. I think no other part of me is beautiful. My eyes are much more than just blue with golden specks. They turn a bright, cool, icy blue when I'm happy. They make me look alive, and the gold really stands out, as well. Though, when I'm sad, they are very dull and dark blue. Yet again, they are still beautiful. The gold still stands out beautifully. Moving onto the other parts of my horrid face. Also known as my noes. It's the most crooked thing I've ever seen. Actually, the tilt is noticeable, but not like my noes it turned on it's side. Well, you get what I mean. The reason why it's crooked is football and gymnastics. I play football with boys, they through the ball pretty hard. I can't always be perfect at a boys sport, can I? Then, in gymnastics, I sometimes fall on my face, or hit my face with a bar when doing a flip. Moving down to a place where many boys have been, my lips. They are full, and pink. That's pretty much it. Alright, I'm skipping my boobs. There might be boys out there, and I'd rather not rant on about them. Okay, now that we got that out of the way, I'm going to talk about my stomach. It has a lot of mussel in it, and is rather thin. Well, I don't know what you'd expect from a girl who plays like twenty sports. I weigh about one-eleven. Oh, and I have curves. It depends on what I wear, weather you can see them or not. My legs are long, but not ugly. My thighs are a bit bigger, than I'd like. But, it's all mussel, so it's fine. My long legs are perfect for sports, they help me run faster.

>>What are some of your hobbies
This is a nice little question for you to ask me. I mean, have of my hobbies is explained by my name. Though, if you must know, I love all sports. Every single one. Though, my most favorite hobbie is football. Life with out football, just wouldn't be life. And yes, I do agree with the saying 'if gymnastics was easy, they'd call it football' because gymnastics is hard. Wayyy harder than football. All you have to do in football is run and catch a stupid ball. Maybe you suffer a little head trama from time to time. But in gymnastics, you can sometimes suffer from death, broken bones and neck breaking. I don't like Ballet as much as the other sports I'm involved in, but its not the worst. I love to play soccer, tennis, track adn field, lacross, and plenty more.

>>What kind of things do you like?
✓ Soccer // That's my name..
✓ Football // I just love it
✓ Lacross // Look above
✓ P.E // Look above ^^
✓ All sports // JUST LOOK ABOVE
✓ Animals // They're all cuddly
✓ Rain // I love how you can get wet...without going in a pool or taking a shower!
✓ Cash // I never have any, so it would be nice to have some spending money
✓ Peanuts // They're so addicting
✓ Fruits // They're good for me
✓ Food //I have a fast metabolism, and I am always hungry

>>What kind of things do you dislike?
✘Being lonely // I get scared
✘ Having detention // It's boring
✘Snobby people // They just get on my nerves
✘My brothers // They're so annyoing
✘Losing // It kills me
✘Lazyness // I just can't stad it
✘Gum // It just stays in your stomach, or gets stuck in your hair
✘Loud eaters // So annoying
✘Bugs // They're creepy criters

[hemmo]

we are open!

[khaleesi,]

Olivia Chachi Kingsley

The D a n c e r| The T o m b o y| The S k a t e r Girl|The G u i t a r i s t|

"Perfect Two"
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies that I feel in my belly
You can be the captain
And I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date
You can be the hero
And I can be your sidekick
You can be the tear That I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Olivia Chachi Kinglsey
Nicknames:Chachi, Which is what you only call her.


Age 19
Birthdate:August 24th
Birthplace:Honolulu, Hawaii

"Perfect Two"
Don't know if I could ever be Without you
'Cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two

You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as were together

Olivia's life is dance. She is mostly found either dancing, playing her guitar, writing a song, or doing something other than sitting around. She never is caught doing nothing. The girl tries her best to get others to do something productive with her. She is really independent and confident. Olivia never thinks of herself before others. She could be in the most terrible mood, but she will be cheering someone else up. Other than her being a dreamer......she had a reputation. That skater girl attitude is shown quite often. She shows that she doesn't care, but inside she really does. Pretty much saying here, Harley is quite sensitive. So there are the basics. We need to tell you a little more. Olivia is kind of moody. That dreamer girl isn't all dreamer. Sometimes she just wants to be heard out and listened to. Not that hard to do, right? Wrong. She has the worst time talking to people with her British accent is hard to hear sometimes. She has a problem with blood. She fears the red liquid. Even a drop makes her go white, throw up then pass out. She just hates it. So there you are. That is only the little stuff you need to know. If you just listen and watch she can show you the cool side of Olivia.
Likes:
Dance
Writing music
Singing
Guitar
Piano
Photography
Art
Glitter
Surfing
Skateboarding

Dislikes:
Blood
Justin Bieber
The dentist
Outhouses
ANything to do with YOLO
Meanies
Jerks
Non believers

Fears:Blood, The dark

Dreams:To become famous for one of her hobbies.
Hobbies:Dance
Writing music
Singing
Guitar
Piano
Photography
Art
Surfing
Skateboarding




Oliviawas born and raised on a beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. There she had nothing to do when she was little. SO she hit the water with a surfboard. From there on the ocean raised a surfer. She took her surfing skill to the ramps. There she became a skater girl. ALl the guys wanted her to be their friends. Some more than a friend. She didn't find the right guy. She just needed the right one. She started to work at her Mom's surf shack when she was 16. From there she went to the Mainland to find a college. It was hard. SHe is still looking for the right one. She has had a exciting life. Until one day while she was interviewing for a college, her mom called. Her dad had been shot. He was in the Navy Seal. The top dogs of the army. She cried her eyes out. She then pulled herself together. From their on out everyone just expected her to be tough and independent. She just really just wanted to be there for her. She is lost with herself. SHe doesn't know what to do....
Family: A mom, Dad is deceased, A little sister named Anne-Marie.
Pets: A dog named Maybe
Significant Memories:When she first learned to surf.

"Perfect Two"
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you 'cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Cause your the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
You know that I'll never doubt ya
And you know that I think about ya
And you know I can't live without ya
I love the way that you smile
And maybe in just a while
I can see me walk down the aisle

Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
Cause your the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And were the perfect two
Were the perfect two
Were the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
Yeah, yeah

Olivia really is a cool girl. Once you break through that shell of hers, there is no going back. You do one big mistake and you pay for it. Olivia is sensitive once she is warmed up to you. You can't really just leave her in the dust. She finds the bad boys the cute ones. Every now and then she likes a guy who can appreciate her for who she is and not what she looks like. All Olivia wants to to be loved.
Best Friend: Not really
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Crush:Nope
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:Nope
Ex-Boyfriends/Ex-Girlfriends:That's another story....Harry.
Enemies:Bring it



Hair Color:Honey.
Eye Color:Blue
Height: 5'6
Weight: 111lbs
Body Type: A dancer body. Thin and flexible

[teeshirt.]

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Basic parts of me

Full Name? "Livia. I adore the name, but that is all I adore about myself. My father named me, so it makes me love it even more. It is the last thing I have from him except his last name, so I try to keep everything. If you must ask, my middle name is Franchesca. My mother named my middle name that, so I despise it, but keep it for my father. My last name, which I am in love with is Rin. I do not wish to change it anytime soon."
NickName?"Some people call me Liv, it is a shorter version of my name and I only let them, because it is the only way. I also go by Liv-liv and Frannie, but only my father was allowed to call me that. No one can now. It is all just a memory."
Birthday? "My birthday is always the fifth of May. Most people pass it by, because...well I am not very interesting sadly. I was born in the year of 1996. Yea, I am sixeteen. Big deal."
Age? "What is with all these idiotic questions? I told you already, I am sixteen. Stop running through my buisness, it honsetly gets annoying for me."
Gender? "If I look like I am a guy, I swear, I will chop your eyebrows off, get a guard dog to beat you up, then feed you to the pidgens. So,in other words, don't mistake me for anything but a girl."

Digging deeper

Personality? Livia, once a bubbly and bouncy girl, turned dark as she grew older. Now that all that has went down in her life, she is nothing but a storm cloud. Although, she does have mood swings that set her off and make her go all over the place. The five basic ones she deals with are giddy, angery, sad, emo, and the quiet mood. She believes she is Bi Polar, which doesn't help her feel much better.
The giddy mood is when Livia is the happiest. She is sweet, nice, and caring when she is in this stage. She gets upset easily though, so if you don't watch what you say to her, she may burst into tears. However, it is rare to catch her in this mood, because she rarely is ever happy. She usually just keeps to herself. By far, this is the mood she hates the most, because she knows it won't last long. Being happy never lasts long for her.

In the angery mood, she gets really angery. At times she might be tackling you to the ground and yelling in your face, which isn't as bad as when she ignores you. When she ignores someone, she most likely plans to never talk to them, or be near them, ever again. She gets that mad. When she is angery, she...is angry. She may even try to murder, which isn't good at all. Sometimes, she tries to control herself, but it won't happen. This mood is the one she would leave behind for anything.
The sad times are actually when she breaks down and starts crying uncontrolbly. She can stop it, nor can she contain it. Sometimes it gets so bad that she doesn't stop crying for a while. After the break up with her old boyfriend, her heart aches to rid of the sadness and the pain.
The emo times are the best for her in her mind. She wants to feel pain so much that she will cut her wrists. She goes through this mood the most, because it is the one that makes her feel something different than the pain she had been feeling for years. It hurts,yes, but temporaially it takes her mind off of things that disturb her.
The quiet mood is the second to the best. She is usually relaxed and curled up under the blankets at this time. It gives her time to thing everything over, yes, but it also gets her away from the pain of eerything temporarially. She does have some horrible times with it, yes, but she also keeps herself from breaking down and crying to peices.
All-in-all, Livia tends to stay away from everyone and stays in vacant areas. She doesn't deal with public confortation. It would have been better if she could talk without breaking down. It doesn't usually help anytime she tries, so she doesn't do anything.

Basic Description?"Are you light color blind? Alright, get some

glasses while I tell you my appearance. I basicly have blonde hair. Not brown, but blonde. Also, I am small for my size, but please don't make fun of me cause of it. I am tiny, whoop whoop. Now, I have blue eyes, but sometimes they swift from blue to green, but I like them all the same."
Height? "Rude. Plain rude! If you are persistant to know though, I am 4'9. I am very short, big whoop. Although, I can reach places that other people otherwise couldn't!"
Weight? "All these questions get annoying don't you think? Anyway, I guess I can tell you, since this interveiw hasn't been utterly disgusting. I am ninety pounds. Dare say I am underweight and I will strangle you."
Body Modifications? "I have one tattoo on my ankle. It is a heart with wings. It has my father's initials in the middle of the lace that intertwines it. I got it done right before my father was murdered."

My relationships

Mother? "My mother's name was Bab. I know, it is the weirdest name in the world, but that is her name. She wasn't the best pesion in the world to talk with, considering my history with her."
Father? "My father's name...was Ralph. I loved that name as much as I loved my father...."
Siblings? "I have and always will be an only child of Ralph and Bab. They are both dead...so..."
Crush? "Back to the rudeness! Anyway, no I haven't met anyone and I really don't want to get with anyone..."
Boyfriend? "I am single and I have a feeling I will always be single..."
Sexual Orientation? "I am straight, no reason to ask a dumb question."

Other stuff about me

Born? "As a matter of fact, I was born in Englad. I was raced there for five years, so sometimes I do have a twinge of the British accent. I moved to Paris around six and stayed there up until I was fourteen, so I sound more French than British. At fourteen, we moved to the U.S. to stay. I am not orignally from here though."
Race? "Alright, you ARE color blind. Not to be rude, but I am WHITE, not anything else. Thanks for mistaking my appearance. Not prepare to die!"
History?

Livia was born in Englad where her mom was just a normal house wife and her father was an entern. Later on in life, Livia felt the tension between her parents increase. She didn't know what was happening, but when her mother confessed to her that she was having an affair, it was all Livia could do to keep her cool. Her parents continued to squabble and have arguement after arguement. Finally, being a pure daddies girl, she told the secret she had been holding since she was ten. In disgust and hurt, her father packed their backs and pulled her away. Instead of telling her where they were going, her father took her to the U.S. At the time, they had been in Paris. When they made it to Paris, her father took a job there and Livia joined a private school. In revenge, mom's new boyfriend killed her father while she was at school one day. Tearing her whole world apart. She was taken into foster care. During her years, she tried to find anything that could fill in the hole. The empty space. The people she turned to were boys. One guy began to date her and she felt alive again. Or as alive as she would ever be. The weird mood swings were beginning to kick in and she couldn't help but move further away from talking to the guy she was dating. Come to find out, the less she talked, the more he cheated. He had went out with a total of three other girls.
After Livia's best friend at the time told her about it, Livia soccer punched him and ran away crying. All throughout her life then, she never once attempted to trust another guy. She turned to cutting herself and letting her moods sink in so that she could find a way to control them easier.

Other

Username? Eyes . } .
My nickname? Just call me Eyes or Livia :3.
Other?: Room 1

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