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"My name's Blue. And, before you can ask, yes I know it's a color. So what? It's better than some fancy-pants name I could have been named like.. Well, like that other girl. Odile. Nothing against the chick, the name suits her. But for me? I woulda had it changed. Same goes for my middle name. Ugh.. Katherine. I probably woulda smacked my mom when I popped out if she had made that my first name, just sayin'. Anyway, yea, the name's Blue. And, as far as nicknames go, I've never been given one that actually stuck. My bro used to call me Boo-Boo when I was younger, but that is definitely not something I would stand to be called now. Call me Boo, I dare yah. You'll regret it, I'll tell you that much. Anteeways, I'm eighteen, which - if you do your math right - would have me being born around the year of '94, being as I'm a January baby. Yep, rockin' that Garnet. The great event happened on the twelfth of that first month, as a matter of fact. By now I', guessing that you are able to hear that thick accent that laces my voice, so, I'll go ahead and spill the beans. I'm Australian. Yep, I'm a full-blooded Aussie, mate. Ha, just kidding, I don't really say that. Anyhow, I live alone with my dad, and my little brother, Austin. He already wines about how his older sister got the awesome name, while he's stuck with a fuddy-duddy name like Austin. So, - since he was blessed with ginger hair - I decided to call him Little Red, to make him feel better. Well, Austin - or, more commonly referred to as Red - is only at the age of seven as of now, so - sadly - he's old enough to know what me and my dad mean when we say that "mommy passed on." Yea, my mom died a couple years back, when Austin was only five. She had always had alot of heart problems, and one day she ended up having a heart attack. She died in her sleep, the lucky gal. But, enough about my 'sob story'. And, don't you dare say anything about feeling sorry for me, or all you'll get in return is a black eye or busted lip. Your choice."

“ I became a pessimist, because I had to listen to too many optomists. ”

"Well, well, well. I dunno if I'd consider my outer shell beauty, but whatever. Alright, so, I'm guessing you wanna know what I look like? Ugh, describing myself isn't going to be enjoyable... But, here we go. I'll start out simple, for those of you who can't comprehend much, and then those of you who can understand details, can continue. I'm thin. My eyes are brown, and so is my hair. I'm caucasian - obviously - and am pretty pale-skinned. I have a couple tattoos. Alright, there yah go, you simple-minded freaks. Now, for those who don't care to do a bit of reading, I'll go into a bit of depth. Like I stated before, I'm thin. Not anorexicly skinny, but I am very slender. I mean, my arms are like two good-sized twigs. Are you laughing? Yea, that's what I thought. Okay, now, to my face. I have a slender face, which matches my body almost perfectly. My teeth are miraculously straight - yet another thing for Little Red to be jealous about, as he has braces - so, I don't ever have to go through a metal-mouth faze. And, speaking of mouths, my lips are a light shade of pink, although they aren't very large. You will either see a straight line, a grimace, or a small smirk on those lips. Never a warm-hearted smile, never a full-out frown. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a stickler for emotions. Now, onto my eyes - as I don't think there's much to say about my nose, besides it being.. well, an average nose. So, anteeways, my eyes. They're brown. Not hazel, not amber, just brown. They can be considered a dark, chocolatey color. And, - moving on - so can my hair. My thick, tussled locks are most definately brunette, although I'm not sure I fit the smart and sweet stereotype, sorry guys. I wear these brunette locks loose almost all the time, unless I pull them into a messy braid down one shoulder. My hair is a bit longer than shoulder length, and - when it's loose - I don't fix it up much. It's usually a bit tussled and tangled, not a curled or silky strand in sight. Onto my skin. Well, actually, there's not much to say here. I'm pale. Not ghostly pale, but pretty white. It's practically impossible for me to get a tan. Ever. I don't even get burned. I'm always just pale. And, lastly, my tattoos. I have quite a few, actually. I have some song lyrics on my arm that say "Be Free." Then, I have wings on my lower back, with a moon in the center. I bet you're beginning to wonder: "Where's the voodoo?" Well, here it begins. I have a tattoo of a large eye on the inside of my wrist. Freaky, huh? Well, be afraid."

“ "I never really grew up. I just learned how to hide my stupidity. ”

"Now I have to tell you about my inner self? Ugh, you just love the thought of torturing me, don't you? Well, let's go ahead and get this crap over with. How to begin..? Well, I'm a little strange, or hadn't you noticed? Don't answer that. Anyway, I have a bit of a reputation - or three, really. I'm known as "The Mysterious One", "The Beyotch", and "The Believer." I guess, for lack of interest in going into depth of myself, I'll just explore these three main aspects of my personality. You satisfied? No? Great. Okay, what did I say was first? Oh, right. "The Mysterious One." Well, I am a bit of mystery, if I do say so myself. I don't often share my feelings with others, unless those feelings are negative. If I'm happy, I make excuses, if I'm sad, I hide it. Even if I ever fell in love - fat chance! - I would try to make myself believe that I wasn't. I guess another good word to describe this side of me would be "Shielded." I don't know why in hell I'm telling you this, but, it's the truth. It's not that I dislike being happy - quite the opposite, actually. I love to be happy. I just don't like showing it. Don't ask me why, I honestly have no idea. Maybe because I think showing anything other than anger, annoyance, or frustration - with a dash of sarcasm - makes me look weak. And I am not going to seem weak in front of anyone. Bleh. Even the thought of being a weakling makes me gag. Okay, okay, that's enough description for that one. Let's move on to, "The Beyotch." Or, for those of you who didn't catch the slight edit in letters, I'll go ahead and tell you, that this means I'm a bitch. Yes, I admitted it. Actually, I agree with this stereotype. One-hundred percent. It's right on. I am a beyotch, and I'm proud of it. Don't like it? Well, there's the door. I'd be happy for you to leave. But, don't get me wrong, I'm not all bad. I have a softer side, I just choose to hide it. Like I said before, I don't like to look weak, so I choose to put on a front. Well, it's not technically a front, as it truly is a part of me - just not all of me. It's just the only part of my personality that I allow for others to see. I do have a heart, believe it or not. It's just way down. Way, way down. Okay, enough about how heartless I am, let's get onto that third thing. What was it? Oh yea, "The Believer." This is my personal favorite, actually, because it's something that makes me a bit unique from all of the other mysterious bitches out there. I'm a believer. Yep, I believe. In what, you ask? Alright, I'll tell you. I believe in all of that supernatural stuff. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, angles. Alla that jazz. Not the douche-bags that you see in the movies like "Twilight". No, those things make me sick. I'm talking about the real thing. Like, cruel, gruesome vampires who suck out the blood of helpless victims. Werewolves who attack anyone who enters their forest, without mercy. Ghosts - well, that's kinda self-explanitory. So, yea, call me a freak. Or a hopeless dreamer - that one seems a bit more nice, don'tcha think? - but I'm sticking by my beliefs. Oh yea! I almost forgot. My beliefs also include Voodoo. I would never practice that kinda stuff - no way, I could hurt myself! - but I believe that all of that dark magic crap can really be done. So, if you wouldn't mind being a bit of a test subject, don't hesitate to speak up. I'd love to finally try it out on someone."

“ I never said it was your fault. I just said I was blaming you. ”

"Alright, so, if you haven't been able to figure it out on your own.. Then you must be one hell of an idiot. But, all insults aside - for now - what I mean is, it's a bit obvious that I'm not the lovey-dovey type. I hhate seeing couples all up on each other in public, I even hate to see two people holding hands. Well, unless they're siblings - whereas me and Little Red have experience. But, I absolutely despise the thought of getting involved with a guy. Sure, I've dated before. But it usually didn't last more than a couple of days, before they pissed me off, and I decided to end it. Before someone - meaning him got hurt. I am quite experienced when it comes to the.. - ahem - physical aspect of love, as I'm more of a one night stand kind of girl. The kinds who'll go to a club, meet a guy, and let him take me home. Then, I'll have a bit of 'fun' and be gone by the time he wakes up the next morning. I don't stick around, because that usually leads to something long-term, which I don't enjoy. Honestly, I could be considered a player, even though I don't normally get involved with anyone at all. Yes, understand I said anyone. I'm bisexual, and - for those lighter-minded, out there - that means that I will date, and or "get physical" with either gender. Although, I have to say, I highly prefer males. I've actually never even been with a girl before, although I'm not totally against it. Kay, well, that's pretty much everything. We done here? I dare you to say no."

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"Whst's up, you guys? Okay, yea, that was lame. But, anyway, my name's Pyro. Pyro Reece Lovett, to be exact. But, please, just call me Pyro. I've been given a couple nicknames over the years like "Py" or "Ro-Ro" or even "Shaggy." Do I really look that guy from Scooby Doo? I didn't think I did. But, anyway, none of those nicknames really stuck, so you all can just stick with calling me Pyro, which suits me a hell of alot better than something like "Ro-Ro." Anyhow, I'm nineteen years old. Yea, I know what you're thinking: "He's only nineteen?" Well, the answer is yes. Why would I lie to you? I know that I don't rally look nineteen, as I'm like super tall. But, trust me, I am. I was born on January Fourth of '92, if you need some proof. Yea, if you do your math right, you'll come up with the previously said assumption that I am what age? Nineteen. See, I wasn't lying to you. Okay, moving on, I can tell what's bugging you. Where is he from? Well, be bugged no more! I'm from Ireland. That's why my voice sounds funny, folks. Ha, just kidding, I don't talk all old-timey just cause I was born in Ireland. I haven't lived there for years. Alright, now onto family life. Like I said, I was born in Ireland, and, have lived alone with my mum all these years. My dad wasn't even there when I popped out. Okay, kinda gross, sorry. But, it's the truth. My dad - a mister Sorren Lovett - wasn't even there when I was born. He heard the news that my mom was with-child, and he high-tailed it back to Scotland - which was where he was from. So, if you consider the facts, I'm Scottish and Irish. Come get me ladies! Ha, just kidding, I'm no ladies man. But, we'll get on to that later on. Right now, let's get back to family. Well, when I was fourteen, me and my mom moved to the states, where my mom has now remarried, to a young man named Jeremy. Yea, Jeremy, I know right? Like, what kind of a name is that?"

“ I've learned to laugh at my own problems and misfortunes. I mean, everyone else does! ”

"Oh... I get it, you want me to describe myself? Well, this should be fun. Alright, so, I guess height and weight is as good a place to start as any, right? Well, like I said before, I am like super tall. I mean, a giant. I tower over almost everyone I know, who's my age, and most of the people who are older. And, I weigh about average for my height, which is around one-hundred and sixty pounds, give or take. And, okay, so I'm not the most buff guy you've ever seen. But hey, I got muscles. Well, a four-pack, at least. I'm strong, I'm just not that hunked-up to show it off. Okay, moving on. My skin is, like, really tanned. Not because I tan easy, it's just naturally a darker color. Which is weird, considering most of the Irish are ghostly white. I dunno, maybe I have some other nationality in me too, who knows? But, anyhow, I'm tan. Next, moving right on up, let's talk about my face. Ah, my favorite feature. Well, I have defined features if I do say so myself. Nice outlined jaw, high cheekbones. Ugh, I sound like some prissy barbie-doll. But, it's only the truth. And, I have that awesome stubble around my mouth, and on my chin that all the ladies love. Or, at least, most of them like it. And, as for my mouth in general, I have pretty thick lips, which are a pale pink color. Like pretty much everybody else's. Then, my nose is average. Duh. Now, to the first great feature of Pyro, the eyes. My eyes are awesom! Uhh, just sayin'. I mean, the color's not that awesome, they're just a hazelish-brown. But I have this "Look." My mom always called it my "Puppy-dog" face. I can make my eyes water a little, and plaster this innocent expression onto my features, and I can usually calm somone down, or get whatever I want. I symmpathetic voice dashed into the mix usually helps too. Oh, how I was blessed. But, anyway, onto the main feature of the guy who is Pyro Lovett. The hair. Oh, my hair. How I love it. Actually, it's the reason I used to be called shaggy, is because it's - well - shaggy. It's a lustrious dark brown color that hangs down just above my ears. It's the one thing that I absolutely adore about myself. I mean, everything else is just kinda average and bleh. But the hair? I love it. As you can see above, it is almost shoulder-lenght, but not quite. It stops around the bottom of my ears, which I think is the perfect length for me. Don't like it? Ugh, then leave. You have no taste."

“ I intend to live forever. So far, so good! ”

"The inside. You mean my personality? Oh, psh, that's easy! Well, kinda. It's easy for me to understand, but I dunno about all of you guys. Oh well, I'll try. How about I split my personality up into three main parts. Okay, well, I have three stereotypes that kinda fit me perfectly. "The Lovable One", "The Jokester", and "The Cocky Guy". Let's start out with me being "The Lovable One." This one isn't really one that I would consider to be true, but other people seem to think it to be, so I might as well share it. Most people think that I'm lovable. Someone they can easily get along with, and someone to listen to them. I guess anotehr word for it would be that I'm just an all-around people person. And, now that I think about it, it is true, I guess. I am a good listener - I don't care to hear what people have to say. And, I actually try to cheer them up as best I can. And I try to get along with just about everybody, although, if they're douche-bags, I might have to make an exception. Ha, just kidding, that was a joke. Oh, great way to bring in the next part of my personality! The jokester. Okay, so I'm not exactly side-achingly funny, but I can toss in a joke every now and then. I'm not the kind of guy who uses sarcasm and dark humor for my jokes, I usually make them genuinely good-humored, and funny. I like to mess around, and just have a good time with whoever I'm with, no matter what we're doing. Okay, yea, I know, you're ready to finally find a negative aspect about me, and you're about to get your wish. I'm a little... cocky. There, I said it. I'm cocky. Self-absorbed. All about me. Yah happy? Well, don't get me wrong, I love other people. I love to be around friends, and have a good time. But, when a problem strikes, I'm the first one outta there. My life is the one that's most important to mek, not anyone else's. Kinda harsh, yea, I know. But hey, I'm being honest, I gotta get a few extra points for that, right? Right?"

“ "Call me crazy! It's true." ”

"Nope, sorry, just kidding. Titles can be decievin, huh? But, anyway, I'm not in love. Not in the least. Actually, I haven't had a girlfriend in over a month. Can you believe that? I need to get cracking. Anyhow, if it wasn't obvious by the ter, "girl" used in that statement, I'm one-hundred percent straight. So sorry to all you ownderful guys out there, but that means I only like females. Come on, that doesn't mean I hate guys - quite the opposite, I have tons of guy friends - it just means I'm not interested in them from that perspective. Alright, all awkwardness aside, I'm just gonna go ahead and put it out there that I'm no ameature when it comes to the "physical" parts of a relationship. Okay, so I'm definitely not one of those guys who are "just looking for one thing" but I have been down that road a couple - hundred - times. I'm kinda experienced. Okay, well, off of that subject, I'm gonna go ahead and say it, I'm looking for love. I'm not a desperate sucker who falls in love around every street corner, oh god no. But, I am looking for a girl for me. My perfect match, if you will. So, if you happen to see her, will you tell her about me? And that I'm waiting?"

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[R0be0]

(Reserving male spot.)

[Shiver.]

[any spots left, I have been lurking ^^]

[Fascai]

@iDrift, accepted. n.n
@Veteran, sure.
@Shiver<3, Sorry, there aren't any spots left D:

[R0be0]

} " Im'ma run this town. " {

Name: "My name? That would be Shepherd. Strange, huh? Probably because that's my last name. My full name is Martin Luis Shepherd, but I rathered being called Shepherd."

Age: "Nineteen - one nine. I failed a grade in secondary school and was held back a year. But I've finally got out of that hellhole of a school. Thank you thank you, I know that took skill."

Gender: "Are you daft?"

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Height: "Last I checked I was 6'2 ft. I think I've stopped growing now though."

Weight: "200 Ibs. Not a lot when you're ta my height."

Overlook: "Uh... let's see. I have very dark brown hair that comes down to about my ears. Blue eyes, and a tan complexion? That good enough for you? I'd rather not go on and on... I just want to get this over with."

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Significant Other: "So... just one girl? ... No thanks."

Family: "My two brothers, Thomas (16) and Jeff (24). My parents Delilah and Dez."

Anyone Else: N/A

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Persona: wip;

Bio: wip;

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Car: '69 Ford Thunderbird (Cherry)

Phone: Blackberry Bold

Room: Here