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[Solarize]

@D i r e c t i o n e r, you need to make her sixteen, but then your accepted<3

[Phil.]

[[ Making my form, how old should he be? ]]

[Solarize]

It says how old everyone is in the rules. And oh, just so everyone knows, when we start the role-play off everyone knows eachother. And we start off at the airport.. they then have to get a boat to the island.

[new americana.]

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❝ You only live once, but if you live it right, once is all you need. ❞

X - x - X - x - X - x - X

>> ιт'ѕ α pleαѕυre тo мeeт yoυ.

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>> нι нaтer. κιss κιss ιll see yσu laтer.

вasιc ιnғσ
ғull naмe: rachel ann klinger
nιcκnaмe: rach ; snowflake
prσnuncιaтισn: RAY-chel ann kl-in-ger
naмe мeanιng: rachel; innocent lamb
ann; gracious
klinger; clings to the broken
gender: female
age: sixteen
вιrтнday: november 20
вιrтн place: atlanta, georgia

Hello there. I've been told you want to do an interview with me? Ah, okay. But only this one time because I have a lot to do today. You want to know my full name? Stalker much? Just kidding. My full name is Rachel Ann Klinger. You don't know how to pernounce it? Er, let me see.... RAY-chel ann kl-in-ger. Got it? Moving on; My mother told me I was named after her sister, Rachel Sara Maloney, who died a month before I was born. I have to say that I love my name. It's alot better than what my father wanted to name me; Kaycee Jaymason Klinger. Yeah, I think I like Rachel Ann a bit better. But not everyone calls me Rachel. My family tends to call me Rach. Make's sense, right? Anyway, that's not my only nickname. My best friends call me Snowflake. How they got that nickname is actually a pretty long story. I'll give you the short version; at wintertime, my hair tends to look a lighter blonde than it actually is. And Sydnee, my old best friend, called me a 'snowflake.' And that's how I got the nickname. Um, let's see.... I'm a female, thanks for asking. I would say that I'm a bit offended, but everyone makes mistakes I guess. Live and learn. I'm sixteen years young. I just turned sixteen on November the twentith, so I've only been this age for a few months. I'm not looking forward to turning twenty in a few years. I'm not ready to leave my teen years just yet... Where was I born? I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. But we didn't stay there long. A year after I was born, my family moved to the sunny state of California. And thank God they did! I love it here; the beach, the cute guys, the gorgeous weather. Yes, this is the life.

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>> wнen yσu lσσκ ιn тнe мιrrσr.

appearance

нaιr вase: blonde
нaιr нιgнlιgнт: lighter brown
eye cσlσr: bright blue
weιgнт: one hundred twenty pounds
нιgнт: five foot six
тaттσσs: none
pιercιngs: ears
sтʏle: casual ; dressy

Now for the 'looks' portion of the interview, I'm guessing. So you want more in depth details about my appearance. Alright, sounds simple enough. Well, to start things off, in case you haven't noticed, my hair color is medium blonde with light brown highlights. When I was a baby girl up until I was five years old, my hair was a bleach blonde color. I have pictures, but I have to say I hated how it looked on me. The weird thing is when I was five and a half, my hair started falling out. My parents took me to the doctor, scared that something was wrong with me. The doctor didn't see any problems with me, no matter how many tests they did. She just told my parents to keep a close eye on me. So that's what they did. The first reason they thought I was losing my hair was because I was cutting it. So anything sharp they kept away from me. Even in kindergarden they told the teacher not to let me hold the sissors. But even after they were very careful, I still kept losing hair. A month later, I was completely bald. My mother then forced me to wear a wig, no matter how much I protested. The wig was an ugly thing; straight, thin, stringy beach blonde color mixed with chocolate highlights. Needless to say, I hated it. And I was bullied about it as well; the kids would call me names and rip my wig off of me repeatedly. It was a really upsetting event in my life. Thankfully, my luck started to change a few months from my seventh birthday. My hair had begun to grow back! Not in the same bleach blonde color, but in a medium blonde, almost dirty blonde color. It was an unexpected change, and my hair grew back almost immediately, which was a relief to me and my family. The doctors still don't know what caused my hair to fall out. I just hope it never happens again...
Sorry; I tend to ramble sometimes. My apologies. Moving away from my hair history, I guess I'll tell you about my eye color. As you can probably see, my eyes are a bright, light blue color. That's one feature about myself that I can't get enough of. I sound like such a girl when I say this, but I love my eyes. Which is why I tend to bring out my eye color by wearing make-up that makes them pop. My mother says my aunt Rachel had the same exact eye color. She showed me pictures, and it's strange how similar they are. But I'm glad I inherited them from her.
Don't you know never to ask a woman their weight? That doesn't get you any girlfriends; it gets you a deadly enemy. But since you've been so kind this entire interview I guess I'll tell you. I weigh a total of one hundred twenty pounds. Not too shabby for a five foot six girl, hm? Don't say it; I know you're wondering if I have any tattoos. At this moment, no. I have to say I'm too much of a chicken to go get one, I'm afraid. But I will tell you this; someone could probably talk me into getting one pretty easily. I've been wanting one for a long time anyway. As for piercings, only my ears. And that's probably the only piercings I'm going to put on my body. No belly button piercing, nose ring, tounge stud... That's not me.
As for my style, I'm between the sense of casual and dressy. My favorite things to wear; jeans. They're comfortable and practicly my favorite item of clothing. Red skinny jeans, blue skinny jeans, white skinny jeans, bootcut blue jeans... You name it, I wear it. Besides the fact that I love jeans, I also love cute shirts. Normally you won't see a plain t-shirt on me. I like adding that extra thing, like a scarf or maybe a belt. Anything to spice it up. Apart from casual, I also like wearing more dressy things. Like maybe I'll be in a dressy mood and put on a skirt with a cute top. It mainly depends on what mood I'm in that affects what I wear.

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>> everyσne нas a darκ sιde

persσnalιтy and нιsтσry

ғlaws: low self-esteem ; easily broken down
stubborn ; easily jealous
thinks too much ; oversensitive
ғears: being bullied; large crowds
sharks ; snakes
spiders ; being center of attention
being alone
lικes: chocolate ; red roses
swimming ; tennis
softball ; volleyball
imperfection ; reading
poems ; purple
laughing ; movies
cats ; dogs
shopping ; art
drawing ; cooking
playing piano ; music
sprite ; friends
love ; care
adventures ; brown eyes
traveling ; exercising
dιslικes: the dark ; sharks
being alone ; rap
snobs ; rude people
drugs ; ants
flies ; laziness
horror movies ; death
frowns ; unhappiness
uncleanliness ; unfairness
perfection ; fake flowers
almonds ; white cars
sκιlls: plays piano ; cooking
мιss lσved σnes: sydnee

Looks like we're done with the whole appearance thing. Now it's time for the part that really matters; what's inside. Yeah, that's what's important to me. Even if I'm told I look beautiful, hearing that I have an amazing personality is just as sweet, if not sweeter. Okay, let's move on from the sentimental things I just said, aha. To start out, I guess I have to say I can be a bit shy. You look a bit surprised; the reason why I've warmed up to you so quick is because I trust you. So why not tell someone you trust things about you? I think I got that shy persona from being bullied when I was little for the hair problem I had. Before that, my parents told me I was very bold and wasn't afraid of telling my feelings and speaking my mind. But after the insident, I grew a bit quieter. I've gotten better, thankfully, but I'm still one of those girls you might have not heard talk before. I don't start conversations; people have to start conversations with me. Mainly it's the feeling of embarassment, but also I get a bit nervous around people I don't know. But once you get warmed up to me, then you'll see that I actually love to joke around. It's something that's always been apart of me since I was in pre-k. I love the feelings of making someone smile or laugh; it gives me a sense of satisfaction and almost comfort. I also make a fool out of myself a lot more than I would like to admit. When around my friends, I'm not afraid to do things I normally wouldn't. For example, if my best friend and I are in Walmart, we'll play football in the isle, push each other around in a cart, or I'll put on all the sample cosmetics I can get my hands on for a good laugh. If I don't think about who's going to see me, then I can do it without being nervous or shy about it. Along with being a jokester, I've been told that I'm a sweet girl. 'You'd never hurt a fly,' people would tell me. And not to be too full of myself or anything, but I kinda agree. I hate hurting someone in some way, even if I was just kidding around about it. So I keep a smile on my face and my actions and words polite. I think being bullied has helped me with this, believe it or not. Another good quality about myself? I've been told I'm the one person someone can come to if they have a problem. I'll listen to their problem without cutting in, just letting them rant or cry on my shoulder. I have this part of me that I call 'sympathy.' I seem to put myself in their shoes and think about what I would do in their situation and how I would feel. That's how I give them adivice. I love helping people, so doing this one thing really keeps a smile on my face.
With every strength, there is double the flaws. And with me, I have a lot of those. For one thing, I'm very, very stubborn. I won't do anything I don't want to do. Period. You might as well just give it up if I tell you no. Because it will take everything you have and more to get me to do it. It's good when you're pressured into something like drugs or sex, but it's also a terrible trait to have as well. I sometimes hurt someone's feelings when they keep asking me and asking me, because I will blow up in their face, telling them to not ask me again. And my parents hate that trait about me. I will snap at them easily if they keep pushing me to do something. Like going to the dentist, for one. I hate the dentist, and I feel like I shouldn't have to go if I don't want to. Silly as it is, that's the one thing my parents would fight with me about. Another flaw of mine; my low self-esteem. It really brings me down; if someone tells me I'm ugly, even if they're joking, it hits me hard. It has to do with the fact I was bullied as a child and now. I've very sensitive about myself, so if you hold those comments in your head, I would really appreciate it. I also am very oversensitive. If someone says something upsetting or I watch something sad, I'll break down and start crying. I can't help it; that's just who I am. And I hate it. If someone cries, I cry. If someone's angry at me or yelling at me, I'll cry. Even if I see that ASPCA commercial for the hundredth time, I still cry. It's the one thing I can't stand about myself. And I guess I'll let you in on one last flaw: I'm easily jealous. Let's use an example; if I see a cute guy that I have a crush on, and a pretty girl starts talking to him, I get very jealous. And even if I easily forgive people, I still feel that jealous feeling whenever I'm around her. And I think what does she have that I doesn't? And that can lead me to do something stupid, like changing who I am and becoming a clone of that one girl. Plus, that can lead me to having trust issues with my best friends and boyfriend if they do something that lowers my trust down. Then as much as I hate to admit it, it takes a while to gain back my full trust. Leading me to feeling jealous if my best friend talks to a cute guy, or my boyfriend talks to a really pretty girl. So... Yeah.
So now for my fears. Yippy. Well, for one I hate sharks. I hate them with a burning passion. When I'm in the ocean, I'm always worried I'll get eaten by a shark. I think the cause of this is because I've watched Jaws and Shark Night too many times... Another fear I have is large crowds. This has to do with my slightly shy personality. Around large crowds, I immediately feel like a little kid again. I also feel very self-consious in large crowds, and it's just terrible. Plus, who wants to have everyone touching you and staring at you as you walk by? Deffinately not this blonde. Anyways, I'm also afraid of snakes. Yeah, the scalely, slimey, legless, discusting, evil creature. Get the point? One last fear of mine is being alone. I hate it; it's always creepy and unsettling.
So now for my skills; cooking and playing piano. It's as simple as that. My mother calls me a wiz in the kitchen. I can cook almost anything; pasta, desserts, chicken, turkey, cassarole, soups.... You name it, I can probably make it. Though with my mother being a perfessional cook, she says I still have a lot to learn. Not that I mind; I love cooking. It's alot of fun! And the guys seem to think it's great that I love cooking. As long as I'm cooking for them, that is. And truthfully, I do 'belong in the kitchen.' But if you say that to me in a matter-of-fact way, you might find a splash of poison in the next sandwich I make for you boys. But anyway, on to piano playing. Yes, yes; I do play piano. Not as much as I used to, but I still do sometimes. I learned when I was around fourteen; Sydnee got me into it. And I was hooked on it until around the age of eighteen when she died. Everytime I play, it makes me think of her. I guess that's why I quit so suddenly.
Who's Sydnee? Well, she was my best friend since Kindergarden. We did everything together; everyone would always say we were stuck together like glue and nothing could tear us apart. We were practiacly a package deal. I never went to a party without her at my side. If I was sick, she was always at my side, nursing me back to health. Then the next couple days, I was at her side while she vomited into the trash can. Always, I would open my mouth to say something, and then Sydnee seemed to say what I was thinking, and vice versa. She was my zebra; I was her giraffe. I loved that five foot one girl. But then, we made a mistake. I was sixteen at the time. We both were. While we were at a beach party, she was dancing with a guy who was almost five years older than her. But I didn't think anything of it. It was just supposed to be fun. I never suspected the guy would rape her and dumb her body in the river... I still believe it's my fault for her death. And I never have forgiven myself. I have a necklace she gave to me for my fifteenth birthday. You'll always find it around my neck; I never take it off.

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>> we are ғaмιly.

ғaмιly

мσтнer: samantha ray klinger
ғaтнer: joshua "josh" matthew klinger
вrσтнers: william "will" brian klinger; older brother
jaymason kael klinger; younger brother
mark thomas klinger; older brother
sιsтers: draya rose klinger; younger sister
mia bell klinger; younger sister
shelbi dawn klinger; younger sister
sιвlιngs: two older ; four younger

Can we move on to better days? Like my family, for example. I have alot of family members, so bare with me. Let's start off with someone simple; my parents. My father's name is Joshua Matthew Klinger, though he likes to be called Josh. He's a fairly handsome man, with dark brown hair and sharp, chocolate light brown eyes. He looks young for his age, though he has so many children. He's a successful lawyer; one of the most successful in the state. I'm proud of him, but he's almost never home. He takes alot of buisness trips around the country, so I don't get to see him as much as I'd like to. But someone I am very close to is my mother. Her full name is Samantha Ray Klinger. Unlike many people, she doesn't have a nickname and doesn't desire to have one. She just likes to be called Samantha. I sometimes call her Sam, but she always tells me 'Sam is meant to be a boy's name.' So unless I want to hear that everytime I say her name, I'll stick with Samantha. Now she wasn't always a Klinger; her maiden name is Smith. Pretty uncommon, hm? Anyway, like I've said before, she is a perfessional chef. She works at a five star resteraunt with a name that I can't pernounce. She teaches me how to cook all the time, and it seems as if she's passed the cooking genes down to me.
Now on to my sibblings. Here's the thing; I have six sibblings. Yes. Six. Two are older than me, and that means four are younger than me. I have three brothers and three sisters. I guess you could say my life is never boring. Let's start off naming my brothers. The first one is the only one in the house that is older than me; Mark Thomas Klinger. He's twenty one years old, going on to be twenty two in a couple months. He's in college at the moment, wanting to be a mechanic. He's like a big kid; he never did grow up. He's still a bit childish, but it's what i love about him. He has what would be called Justin Bieber hair. It's sharp and dark like dad's, and he always does the 'flip.' It's always been that way thought, even before Justin Bieber was discovered. So we like to call it the Mark Klinger hair instead. Now on to my next brother named William Brian Klinger. Everyone calls him Will because he hates the name William. He says it sounds too proper. Will is eighteen years old and is known as the rebel child in the family. He has piercings and tattoos on his body. He has a good build and is into football. I have to admit that he's handsome, even if he is my brother. He has dirty blonde hair and is pretty tall: He's around five foot ten and has been since he was sixteen. Like I've previously said, he has tattoos; one on his left arm and one on his chest. The one on his upper arm is his girlfriend's name is Arabic, and the one on his chest is a star. Yes, he was dared to get the star. And being the idiot he is, he did it. Anyway, now for my last brother; Jaymason Kael Klinger. He's four years old and is Shelbi's twin. He is very shy and quiet, almost never saying a word. Though his dark blue eyes are almost mezmorizing, and we joke he's going to be a 'chick magnet' when he's older.
I promise that's all the brother I have, though with my parents, you never know. My mother could randomly get pregnant at any time, aha. Anyway, now on for my lovely sisters. The first one I'll talk about is Draya Rose Klinger. Now Draya is a very, very pretty girl; she has the lovely body and the pretty face that makes the guys fall for her. And she has the guys wrapped around her little finger. Being fifteen years old, I have to say I'm kinda jealous of her looks. She has long, tan legs and dirty blonde hair that curls at the tips. I love Draya to death, but the one thing I can't stand about her is her snootiness. She is a snob and is one of those girls that you hate seeing around school. The one who steals your boyfriend, who intimidates you. And the one who can ruin your day in a flash. Yeah, she drives me nuts. And not to be mean, but I suspect she's going to be pregnant any time now by how many guys she sneaks into her room. Changing the subject now to my other little sister, and Jaymason's twin, Shelbi Dawn Klinger. Let me say this; she's the cutest little thing I've ever laid eyes on. She has large, bright brown eyes that have flecks of hazel surrounding the iris. Her eyes, like me, are her most dominate feature. Even if she is cute, she is the complete opposite of Jaymason. She's loud, giggly, and the troublemaker. Just last week she stole make-up from Draya. Let's just say she took alot of baths that night... Anyway, she has long brown hair with natural blonde highlights that compliment her features. She looks alot like my mother, and is 'Mommy's Little Angel.' And now for the youngest member of the family; Mia Bell Klinger. Now Mia was very unexpected; my parents weren't going to have anymore kids, but then Samantha got pregnant with the now one year old Mia. At first, she wasn't very happy about it. But after a while, she started getting accostomed to the child and loved her like she loved her older children. And nine months later, Mia was born. Now Mia is my little sweetheart; she has bright blue eyes just like mine, and she has a very cute face. She's my weakness, and I have to say she's my little angel.
So here's the order from oldest to youngest: Mark, Will, me, Draya, Shelbi, Jaymason, and little Mia.

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>> as lσng as yσu lσve мe.

relaтιonѕнιpѕ

crusн: none
secreт crusн: none
вσyғrιend: none
secreт вσyғrιend: none
cнιldren: none
ғιancé: none
мarrιed: no
sexual σrιenтaтισn: straight

Right now, my love life is as boring as can be. I have no crush, no boyfriend, and I'm deffinately not married. But if anyone wants to change that, just make sure it's a guy. Sorry ladies.

form credit: βells ιs a мσnsтer
Don't use without her permission.
Thank you. c:

[Solarize]

Accepted. We will start once everybody has posted their forms, so try and get them posted asap:3

[lonely]

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❝ And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings. ❞

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Nᴀᴍᴇ? Andy Michael June.
Nothing special about his name at all. He doesn't mind it, though he's thinking about changing his last name. It picks at him that his family had... has the same last name. But then again it's something they all share and he kind of cherishes that. It's unique. Not totally made up but not a lot of people have the last name June. Besides that, his name is pretty average and he doesn't find anything wrong with it. Some people call him An.

Aɢᴇ? Eighteen.
Born in a bustling hospital, on September the 3rd 1992 at 11:11 PM, Andy is eighteen years old. And aging, it seems, rather quickly. He has only one sibling and at the moment has no idea where he is or what he's doing.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ? Male.
Obviously so. If you hadn't noticed already, you should get your eyes checked.

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Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ? 153
At 153, he wouldn't mind losing a pound or two. Though really, he's in great shape. At the average weight for his age, he just finds himself a little chubby. He isn't chubby though. Maybe a little too thin.

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ? 5'11"
He's the average height for his age, not extremely tall, nor extremely short, so his height never really draws any attention to him.

Eʏᴇs / Hᴀɪʀ? Brown eyes & Brown hair
His eyes are a light brown, almost looking grayish at a certain angle, or you could say, when he was very, very upset and actually acknowledges that feeling. His hair is a light brown, not too thick and straight. It's very easy to maintain and many people say they like it, for it's soft.

Oᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ? Average
Overall, looks wise, he's pretty average, so he thinks. But he's actually quite a catch. He's got good looks, he's not too short [or tall] and he's on the skinny side, even if he doesn't see it.

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ? He's kind of a mystery.
Andy, to most, is a mystery. His mood always changing. Never telling them about his past. He's secretive.

On the outside Andy is a nice guy. He's playful, always smiling and being sarcastic, even if he doesn't know you, especially if he doesn't know you. He's sort of a flirt, though never has he been in a relationship. He always smiles, and when angry, he tends to keep it inside. You'll never see him cry, unless he's really pushed over the edge. He's supportive of his friends. Speaking of friends, he has quite a few, he's so friendly everyone flocks around him. So you could call him the popular type. I guess, you could say, he the type of person everyone wishes they could be, but thats just on the outside...

Inside Andy is being torn apart, sometimes he doesn't even realize it himself. He hides his feelings very deep within him, but he has so many, they're starting to pile up and soon enough they'll engulf him. He's uncertain of himself and his life. He's insecure and a little jumpy. He would never smile, if not for all the people around him. If not for his music. He's a little scared. Scared he'll lose even more of the people he cares about. Scared he'll be all alone. He tries and tries to keep people at a distance, but of course they're those amazing people that he just truly comes to love. He'd probably never admit that though. He would never admit how he truly feels. He tends to think that he needs to keep his image up. For if he lets it's slip and everyone sees how he really feels, then it will all be real. All too much for him to handle.

Still, even in his sorrowful state, his most true traits still shine bright. He's a loving and caring person, putting others before himself. He can be rather unfair at times but all and all, he's a great person. Friendly as he is. No matter what, he keeps his feelings under wraps so others won't worry. Even if he's hurting himself more, he puts others before him and you have to respect that. He can be very playful, a way he shows his love. And most of all, he truly hopes. His hope shines so bright, it causes those around him to hope. And what can you not achieve if you have hope?

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ? His past is rough, but he plans for a better future.

One cold night in September, on the 3rd to be exact, a beautiful baby boy was born. They named him Andy, for no particular reason. He fit perfectly in his mother's arms, so small he was. She absolutely adored him, raining his face with kisses before she drifted into a much needed sleep. His father then picked him up, smiling down at him. His older brother was at home with the sitter, mildly upset they hadn't let him come. His father went home not long after. After two days he was sent home with his mother, having no need to stay, as he was a healthy baby.

Throughout the first five years of his life he couldn't have been happier. He was spoiled and loved. His father taught him how to play guitar and piano, he loved music. He always had a smile on his face, though his older brother secretly grew to hate him a bit and started to bully him when his parents weren't around. One day, when he was six, his parents went out, leaving him for his brother to watch. His brother tortured him and so upset, he called his parents. Though young, he had memorized their number. His mother picked up on the third ring with a curios, "Hello?". After telling them what his brother had been doing, they decided they would come home early. Being upset and angry as they were to hear such news, they rushed home. Going down the highway, his father ran a red light, not really paying attention. Of course, they didn't see the big truck speeding down the highway in their direction until it smashed into the left side of the car. By then it was too late. They dies instantly, no time to save them. When Andy and his brother heard about the terrible accident, they were shocked. His brother of course, blamed it all on him. They got separated, shipped to different orphanages and would always get sent to a new one every year or so. They lost touch.

After running it through his head over and over, he came to blame it on his self as well. Thinking if he had just endured his brother's torture and not have called, they would be alive. The truck wouldn't have hit them. They would still be able to hold him. At this point he was eleven years old. He slowly grew depressed. A month or two later, a family came and adopted him. He thought he might be able to start fresh and new, that he would be able to forget his past. That he finally had a new family. Little did he know they were drunks. They beat him and abused him. He grew even more depressed. Not trusting anyone, not hoping. He endured it throughout the next five years.

Finally when he was sixteen, he attempted suicide. Someone stopped him though. A beautiful girl, someone he came to cherish and love. He grew to depend on her, he trusted again. He smiled and laughed, he was happy. She was someone that could change everyone around her, bringing joy. Maybe three years later, when he was eighteen, she committed suicide. She did what she told him not to and he was completely broken. What was he to do now? She had left him completely stranded, all alone. With his crazy mother and father. He seemed to curl into himself. He was in shock, not really believing any of it. He remembered that she wouldn't want him to be this way. That seemed to help, he still tried to smile. Though deep down, he had a hurt so big, so painful. If he didn't find a way to kill it, it would surely kill him.

Lɪᴋᴇs? He likes quite a few things, won't list them all.
When it rains. / Nighttime. / Friends. / Music. / Staring at the sky. / The sky. / Lions. / Cats. / Aqua blue. / The ocean. / Meadows. / Feeling loved. / Books. / Hot chocolate. / Traveling. / Most foods. / Space.

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs? He doesn't dislike much, but a few things drive him nuts.
Sweating. / Loud people. / Being hurt. / Feeling alone. / Feeling abandoned. / Pizza. / Coffee. / Orange;Pink. / Being the center of attention. / Tight spaces. / Shopping. / Drawing. / Boats. / Fish.

Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs? Plays piano ~ Plays guitar ~ Good singer
Music is something that is a big part of Andy's life. His father is the one who introduced him to it and now he is inseparable from it. He loves guitar a lot. But piano, when he plays piano he pours all his feelings into it, creating such a sorrowful melody. He even sings once in a while and he doesn't sound bad at all. He listens to all types of music, rarely disliking any type. Music, you could say, is his life. One of the things that keeps him strong.

Fᴇᴀʀs? Being all alone ~ Rejection ~ Horses
Andy most fears being alone and rejection. Mainly because he has already experienced both and hates the feelings it brings him. He fears horses because once, when he was small, he tried to ride one and was kicked off of it.

Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs? He's been rather depressed his whole life.
This isn't much of a secret if you've known him all his life. Which no one has, for no one has stuck with him that long. But now, in the present, few know. He hides it now, locks his feelings away and acts strong. He puts a guard up, trusts no one and never dares tell them how he feels. He doesn't get close to people easy. And if he does come to truly care for them, he doesn't tell them, lest he lose them too.

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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ? Mother - Julia Anna June - Dead / Father - Albert Finn June - Dead / Brother - Robert Daniel June- Twenty-six - Location Unknown
When he was very young, just six years old, his mother and father died in a traffic accident. He went by in a bit of a daze for the next four years, he had loved them, like any other child loved their family. His brother and him got separated after their death since they were both underage. They went to different orphanages and always changed from one to another. So they lost touch, not that they really talked before that, they both kept to themselves after their parent's death. He hasn't heard from his brother since.

Cʀᴜsʜ? Not at the moment.
He hasn't really met anyone that interests him.

Gɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ?Single.
Well, he'd have to have a crush first, wouldn't he? So no, he's single.

Ex(s)? Never had a girlfriend.
He's never dated anyone, he doesn't trust so easily and he doesn't want to get into a relationship if it won't last.

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[c h a s i n g dreams]

WIP

Olá amigos!! I am Caleb Rafael Santiago.
I come from Brazil, for I was born there.
My mother is English and my father is Brazilian. Well, I'm 16 years old.
I was born August 14, so yes, I'm a Leo...I think.

So, amigos, as you know, I'm Caleb. I sometimes go by Rafael, but it's pretty rare.

--wip

Well, I was born and raised in Brazil.
I lived there until I was 14, which means that I just moved here with my family this year.

--wip

Well, I came from a long line of wealthy business and plantation
owners. I myself am heir to a fruit plantation back home in Brazil.

--wip

√Kickboxing
√Girls
√The beach
√Swimming

×Stupid people
×Clingy girls
×No humor
×Too serious

--wip

No, I don't have my eye on anyone just yet...But that may change.
I hear Americans like "exotic" lovers! I'm definitely not dating. I don't even have a crush
yet! I've dated a few girls, but they're still in Brazil.

--wip

[Phil.]

||Hands are silent
Voice is numb
Try to scream out my lungs
It makes this hard girl
And the tears stream down my face
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:: N a m e ::
"Well....Hey there? I'm Shane, Shane Collins, Pleased to be at your aquaintence. Haha only joking, nice to meet you, I don't really do all that fancy stuff. But my name's still Shane....I think?"

:: N i c k N a m e ::
"Most people just call me Shane, or whatever floats their boat, I dont really care, But I think Shane is short enough."

:: A g e ::
"I was fifteen last month, and now I'm 16 and finally, I can drive a motorbike, and that, I am soooo happy."

:: G e n d e r ::
"Hmm....well....do I look like a girl to you? I hope not, because most girls I meet don't need to shave their chins. Or whatever, you get the picture, Me = Dude.

:: S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n ::
"Straight as a ruler I do believe. But rulers are bendy.....so no, not as straight as a ruler, straight as....uh, a peice of Celery? I don't know, I just mean I'm straight and I fail with words, ok?"



:: P e r s o n a l i t y ::
Shane is a kind guy who has a dark side, sure, most people can be mean, really mean if they want to....but Shane? Well he just blasts off the Mean-O-Meter and goes through the roof, if you get the picture, and it doesn't take that much, so you don't really wanna be on the wrong side of him, other than that, he's a really nice guy, shy at times, though only seldom. He likes to help out people, being strong that isn't that hard for him...though emotion? Well....that's a different story, way off. Being one of the youngest, he tries to make himself look tougher most of the time, and succeeds, he likes to help out, but yeah....if he annoys himself, or you annoy him, well it's wise to get out of the room quickly, scratch that. The Building.

:: H i s t o r y ::
Shane mostly messed about in school, maybe getting a few A's but that was about it, he was smart but nobody knew it, and that was just the way he liked it, until....well....it had been a few years now, he had gotten used to the fact that he has no parents; Shane was an orphan, his mother and father had died in a car accident on the way hmoe from the airport, he had known nothing of it before there was a call, but his parents had told him not to answer the phone, so he didn't, it kept calling, and eventually, he picked up, that was the moment his life shattered around him, he was the only one left of his family, all alone. And that was why he needed friends; he was scared. Scared of being alone again.

:: F r i e n d s h i p s ::
Shane has multiple friendships, he relys on them, if he was alone, he would have a mental breakdown, he has alot of stress, but he keeps it hidden, but without friends...he just...Snaps.

:: R e l a t i o n S h i p s ::
A few, a while back, but he ended up getting slapped and dumped, so he didn't rely on girls much. So yeah, he's a single pringle....and not yet ready to mingle.

[Solarize]

All accepted, though I see a few of you need to finish. I will add you all to the 1st post<3

[moustache.]

[ when can we start role-playing? ]