i m a g i n a t i o n ˢᵉᵐᶤ ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ open

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[goat milk]

+ sure, and please send me a writing example +

[Zeee]

{ could you reserve me a girl slot? }

[king_bear]

Can you reserve me a guy spot?

[Hakana]

|~|Ericka |~| Case |~| Jasie |~|


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© PICTURES TO ORIGINAL OWNERS.
© WRITING TO ME.
Ericka is lazy and calm unlike most teenage girls, always sitting around and usually being quiet. Not to mention she is extremly shy towards males, it takes alot to get her to come out of her protective shell. Adding onto her quiet personality she is extremly unselfish, putting others needs before her own. She hardly ever gets angry.

|~| n a m e |~| Ericka Case Jasie, I guess I never really gave my name much thought other than I don't particuarly care for it. I guess its my least favorite thing about myself, I don't think it really suits me.

|~| a g e |~| 21, I was born June Seventeenth. Of course its my favorite day out of the year because its about me for once, often times I won't tell anyone about my birthday so that I can celebrate it alone and not have someone care, It makes me feel guilty.


|~| t a g s |~| :: Ericka :: Girl :: Female :: Charrie :: Case :: Jasie ::

|~| b a l l e t |~| Since I was five years old I have been pushed to do ballet despite not really liking it, of course it was my mothers will because I would never do a sport that required so much energy on my own, if you could even call it a sport. I stopped doing it when she died but I still sort of practiced it for her, I mostly only tried when I was alone, it made me feel close to her. Despite not accually performing infront of anyone I wouldn't mind if I didn't have such horrible stage freight. My mother was pushing me to get up there and perform despite it all. I just couldn't, I ran off the stage a couple of times but I really don't want to remember. But I guess you're most likely wondering how/why my mother pushed me into ballet, well the answer is quite simple. She did ballet until she broke her toe in her mid twentys, after that she couldn't go onpoint.

|~| b e a u t i f u l . h a i r |~| My hair has been long since I was a small child, no one would ever let me cut it despite wanting too through my childhood, althought even when I turned eighteen I still didn't. I just sort of grew to like it despite its annoying length, guys seem to like it so I just kept it long.

|~| s t u n n i n g . e y e s |~| My eyes huh? Well all I can really say is that they are a soft blue. I guess there my favorite feature about myself. Including the little specks of brown that are thrown in there. They often change colors over the years. I think just last year they were green, accually. Then they sort of melded into this blue color, I prefure this color the most out of all but I'm sure it will change again.

|~| d i g g i n g . d e e p e r |~| Well I have always been the type of person whom locks away there emotions and puts on a smile, acting as thought everything is perfectly fine when it honestly is not. Its hard for me to open up to anyone and tell them why or how I feel. Not to mention I am accident prone so alot will happen to me that can break me down. Although it always seems to happen when things are going my way, I always think that the world hates me.I have never had all that many friends nor had a friendship last a month, and no I have never had anyone care enough to look past my fake smile and say something. Its always about everyone else. Whatever I guess I don't care it would just be nice to have someone want to hear about my problems every once in a while instead of breaking down when I'm alone and have no one to comfort me.

|~| l i k e s |~| Well for starters I guess music would have to come first, I really would like to be able to sing, although I really can't. Second would have to be piano I guess, I sort of like that. Candy, candy for sure. I love sweet things. Chocolate. All sorts of junk food. And I sort of like my motorcycle..

|~| d i s l i k e s |~| Well.. I really hate ballet, I have to admit that. Sour things, rude people, the cold, I like to be warm, cold weather drives me insane. I don't like being itchy or getting into mud or anything dirty, it just doesn't feel good.

|~| i r r i t a t i o n s |~| Well the one thing I cannot stand are ignorant people, I just can't stand when someone doesn't know something, for some reason.

[goat milk]

+ @ Typ- okie
@ no hat' - sure think
@ hakana - accepted, dear c: +

[princess pudding]

★ KᴀsᴘᴇʀCʀᴇsᴛʟɪɴ ★ ᴍᴀʟᴇ || 20 ʏᴇᴀʀs || ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪғᴛᴇᴅ

❝ N-ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞

... ★ ...

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ★ KᴀsᴘᴇʀCrestlin
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ★ Kᴀsᴘᴇʀ
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ★ Male
ᴀɢᴇ ★ 20

... ★...

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Way up in the air,
you're finally free,
and you can stay up there,
right next to me.
Gavity will try to pull you down,
but not this time.

... ★ ...

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★ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

❝ Uʜᴍ, ᴡᴇʟʟ...ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ I ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs? ❞

... ★ ...

ʙʟᴜᴇ
ᴇʏᴇs
★
ᴄʜᴇsᴛɴᴜᴛ
ʜᴀɪʀ
★
Sʜʏ
Gʀᴀᴄᴇ

... ★ ...

Jasper is an interesting character as far as his description goes, for both the good and the bad. To kick everything into gear, he has a strangely cute awkwardness to him; he is normally wearing an edged expression with deep chocolate eyes that pronounce his skittish personality like a life story. Although he doesn’t tower above most other boys, he has a fair height of 5’8” and a slightly built body enough to get him past ‘lanky’, weighing at only 150 pounds. Despite this, he often trips over himself and declares a clumsy outlook that mostly comes from nerves—and his wavy, quirky spine. Kasper’s jaw is set straight and has a defined structure with no abnormal behavior what so ever. His nose is nothing compelling, either, and is smooth and seeks a common American shape, with a few transparent freckles that fleck the small bridge like the dapples of a burnt autumn leaf. His face seeks a youthful description that reflects the branches of his unique figure, and he could definitely fit under the category defined ‘cute’ if you can see past his tendency to shy away.

Kasper’s hair is nothing cutting edge, nor does it obtain any Beiber framed ideal. It is a shade of dark chestnut, nearly black under the light, and laps over his forehead by just a few inches. His hair spikes up at the meeting front like a pointed tip, and it remains a constant, normal length—nothing fancy, but a cute expression of himself. Although the boy is shy and secretive, he doesn’t portray any outcast traits, and isn’t bold with his style or the way he dresses. In fact, he appears normal at a first glance.

His eyes however, seem to hold the uniqueness of his appearance. Being a brunette, you wouldn’t expect to look up and spot dazzling blue eyes against blushing cheeks. They are in fact a warm aqua, and despite several encounters with strangers, he does not wear contacts and has never considered the idea. Whether or not you want to believe him if up to you.

★ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

❝ Wᴇʟʟ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ... ❞

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Cʟᴜᴍʙsʏ
★
Sʜʏ
★
Bʟᴜsʜᴇʀ
★
Aʀᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ
★
Aɪʀʜᴇᴀᴅ

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Unlike the typical bursting, obnoxious male, Kasper is definitely a different siege of character for both others and himself, whether it be clinging to his art or gazing off at the clouds. Kasper is a daydreamer and an artist, and if there’s anything he loves more than his sketchbook it would probably be novels in general. Often lurking about and keeping to his own thoughts, he comes off as an easy push over by the world; it only comes naturally to him to do what others say, and he has a way of being overly obedient, as his imperative history has molded the traits from his continence and a powerful feeling of dread. Despite his tendency to stray from the flock, Kasper is a sweet boy and will often go to extreme heights to achieve another’s happiness just to see their smile. Kindness comes naturally to him and even if it’s hidden behind flushed cheeks and frightened blue eyes, the emotion is blatant.

Kasper is a quiet, shy boy that is often embarrassed by his actions or the things he says. He is normally wearing a deep flush to his cheeks and a nervous expression, as though he doubts himself; despite so, he is an incredibly intelligent boy with amazing grades and an artistic gifting, which is the reason why he was able to attend a nice college so easily. Whenever given the chance Kasper will crawl off into the unknown and let his worries drift away within a paper and pencil or the binding of a favorite novel. He wouldn’t consider himself a nerd, but he was never one for popularity rankings or a need to surround himself with bad influences throughout his middle and high school years.

Fear has always been an obstacle for Kasper since he was but four years of age. He’s petrified of the dark and anything related to it, as well as being locked in rooms, and he can become twitchy at the mere mention of either topics. Due to both previous and recent events, he has locked himself away from his fears to his best abilities, but it has given him a sense of crestfallen behavior that often brings out his flaws. As unobvious as it may seem, Kasper wants friends more than anything, even if he can’t admit it to himself.

ғᴜɴ ғᴀᴄᴛs
|| favorite shape is a star
|| likes to compare himself to Casper the friendly ghost
|| favorite novel is Lord of The Flies. It gave him nightmares for five days straight.
|| step-brother nearly choked him to death when he was seven.
|| doesn’t like coffee

★ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

❝Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ? ❞

Kasper’s history is a very harsh example of why he doesn’t speak much. Despite growing up with two parents for his younger years, ‘happiness’ was never really around the corner. As a young boy, his mother married to a handsome gentlemen who himself had a son, Rory, around Kasper’s age. They didn’t get along, and Rory found it amusing to pick on his quiet step-brother any chance he got. Kasper didn’t mind the poking and prodding at first, but it begun to grow rough to a point he brought it up to his mother, hoping she would be able to patch up the tension between them. She protected the blue-eyed boy to her best ability, but even she often turned her back and refused to take his suffering into consideration. Try to get along, she would tell him, perhaps you’ve gone a bit soft, Kasper. Try and be kind. Even so, the bullying only worsened. Two years later, his mother underwent a serious case of cancer, and unable to fight it off, passed away. Kasper was shocked for months afterwards, and despite letting up on his harsh behavior, Rory’s behavior only worsened.

Kasper’s step-father didn’t heed his presence, and so things took a turn for the worse. On several occasions Rory would lock the smaller boy in a dark room and leave him to cry and wail for help, sniggering on the outside wall, doing it with much pleasure without the worry of being caught and scolded by an adult. Thus begun Kasper’s fear of the dark…and his own family. Leaving home has brought him a much more pleasant lightness to his shoulder, but even now he hasn’t been able to shake off his past, and rather welcomes it in.

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||I apologize for the short form. ;__; I didn't have a lot of time to complete it.

[goat milk]

+ accepted hun c: +