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[Aniki]

My name is Anastasia Rose Kingston; I am seventeen years old, and the oldest out of four children. I was born in 1995 on October the thirteenth. It was a stormy evening when my cry rang out through the birthing room. My mother, Juliet Rose, and my father decided to name me after my great grandmother on my mother’s side. She was Anastasia Harper, the famous ballet dancer.

For the longest time it was just the three of us… back when life was light and fun. I guess you could call them ‘hippie’ parents. They believed in showing their emotions and hugging. Doesn’t seem all that bad now does it? I remember on stormy nights when the power went out that we would all gather on their huge bed with candles lit all around us. They would keep me distracted from the thunder and howling wind by telling me stories about how they met and how they fell in love. I believe I was three when my mother told me that I would be a big sister soon. Of course I was excited!! I prayed that it would be another girl – someone I could dress up and have tea parties with…

I was holding my grandfather’s pinkie finger as the howling came from the birthing room. A friendly nurse came out to tell us that everything was just right and that I was now the proud sister of not just one new sibling but two! My mother had twins: Rachel and Steven Kingston. As I peered over the crib, I saw the two creatures that would turn my normal life inside out and upside down. At first everything seemed normal, mother was super busy keeping up with the twins and father had to pull extra shifts at work to help pay for everything. I was enrolled into ballet lessons – a way to keep me busy and away from the house so mother could raise the twins better… or that is how it came off to me. One night father came home and it was later than he normally would. Mother finally put the twins down to sleep and I was softly making it up the stairs when the yelling started. Mother said something about father smelling like some other woman… I remember freezing about half way up the stairs and peering through the wooden railings on the stairs and seeing mother crying as she yelled at father. He took all the yelling and the slaps to his chest, refusing to stop her. He finally said that he had enough and was going to bed because he had worked such a long day. That’s when mother really lost it. The yelling soon became so loud that the twins woke up. I rushed to them and shut the door and did my best to keep them calm. There was slamming of doors and cursing… then nothing. Mother came into the nursery and told me to go to bed. I asked her what happened and it was the first time she ever snapped at me. She told me to mind my own business and go to bed already.


I threw myself into the art of dance. I went from practicing maybe twice a week to twice a day. It slowly progressed until any time I had that I wasn’t at school, doing homework, or helping out with the twins I spent dancing. Ballet came to me like breathing, so my dance instructor Ms. Pope put me into advance Jazz, Latin, and Hip-hop classes. All my pent up anger from my father leaving us to my mother getting pregnant yet again by her boyfriend was put into my dancing.


The real me…? Well I guess dance is the real me, but there are a few more things to me than just dance. I tend to be overly outgoing at school or work – always trying to make others smile, laugh, and forget their issues. I am the person people come to when they need a shoulder to cry on or someone to yell at when life just gets too much. I am very much a visionary person who tends to be unconventionality and intellectual independent. At home I act like a second mother to my three siblings. Let’s see Rachel and Steven are both going on fourteen and little Robert just turned five last week. Mother works two jobs and is usually gone most of the day. I put the kids to bed and get them up in the morning and off to school. I drive a rusty old beat up piece of crap, but hey it gets me to where I need to be. Sure I have some anger still in me and at times I feel like crying, but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? At least that is what Kelly Clarkson’s song says. Yes I guess that song could be my theme song… not really sure what else could be.


I’ve been in one relationship and that was last year. The guy, Mark, at first treated me like a queen. Always buying me flowers and other little trinkets and such. He tried to take us to the next step in our physical relationship, but I wasn’t ready yet. He got mad. Yelling that he thought I loved him and this is what people in love do. I told him to get out and leave me alone. He stormed out… the next few days at school were so awkward. He tried to start a rumor about me being an “easy kind of girl” but it never stuck around. I want that kind of guy who will respect me for me and listens to what I say. One that wants to spend his free time with me but understands that I need my alone time. My dream guy is sweet and funny and charming. Always willing to be by my side when I go against the crowd. I want someone who is cute but isn’t all about their looks.

My dress:
My mask:

[Hakana]

{Here is the one I thought might suit the role quite well, so here she is :3 }



TAYLORMIRRANETHRENCE || THE TEDDY BEAR || PYRO
Tay | Twenty-One | Princess | Straight | Akward

“ Run baby run, don't ever look back! They'll tear us apart!”

Well! I'm differant thats for sure! I love all things dangrous and fun, I would never turn down a fight a certainally not fire. Fire is awesome in every way because it glows, I love to watch the beautiful flames dance and overwhelm whatever its burning, truly a beautiful thing and the one thing I see to be interesting in this world, romance doesn't interest me really unless its someone special. Fire will always be my first love and I would like someone to be a pyromaniac with me, thats for sure! I could only hope someone would share the same interest in trouble as I. For I really do not interest in anything good, mostly just acting out for attention. No one would understand its just a stem from the fact that I want someone to care, after all I burnt my own house down to get my mothers attention. It didn't work, it only got me kicked out. I live in my own apartment with two dogs, so far no fire has reached it! And self harm hasn't been a factor in alot of years, I grew out of it over the years and the scars faded, it was a dark time.
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My Chevy SS Aka, the most expensive thing I own is my car, it is near and dear to my heart and I love it to death. Anyone touch it and I swear I will break your hands.

My Dog [Haiden]I love my dog more than anything, he is the cutest thing and his name is Haiden, same goes for my dog as my car, touch him and die.

My Dog [Jaided] Jaided is my older guy, he is quite a bit older than Haiden and I love him with all my heart, I'm afraid he always has first place.

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Likes I like something? Suprise, suprise. Music, fire, old cars, dogs, anything warm.

Dislikes This is going to be long... Cold, people, other girls, sunlight, drugs, having my picture taken, heights, thunderstorms, uncomfortable clothes, heels, and much more.
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The name cutey? Taylor Mirra Nethrence

How old are you? 21

How tall are you? 5'5

How much do you weigh? 112

Talents? Guitar, she can blow on a lighter and make a fireball.

Health? Its alright, she has asthma.

Body Mods? Tattoo of pinlines on her lower back and a nose piercing.

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The love life, princess? Don't call me that!

Orientation Straight, sorry ladies!

Availability? Ever so single.

Crush? Not yet.

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Why do you ask? Why does it concearn you? Fine! This is it, my dad left when I was four and my mom kicked me out when I was twenty.. Not so bad? Take being bullied in school my whole life and my mom wouldn't pull me from public school. Yeah, thats why I'm bitter, who cares.I liked to get into trouble, burn things. Thats it, I'm not telling any more.

Fine... I got shot when I was twelve, I was in a coma for a week and well, it messed my shoulder up. I tryed to keep from that area of town after that but something just kept drawing me there, maybe it was the danger. After that I got into a fight at school and got suspended, my mom was abusive and she well..Beat the crap out of me for that. I really don't see reason for me too tell you this but I almost died hanging my legs off a cliff, well I slipped and hit my head on the side of the cliff and it knocked me out, I woke up on the edge of the lake then, I have no idea how I got there or if anyone had saved me.. I don't know. I love drama and I love to fight, it gives me a rush. Although I always wished people would look deeper than my tough shell and try to meet the real me, the one who is vibrant and smart, not the hard ass that everyone else sees.. Please.

I don't want to talk anymore, thats it.
Sorry.

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Birthday June 17th

Birthstone Pearl

Favorite Songs Boys like Girls "Hero-Heroin"

Favorite headphones There DJ style fashion, blue headphones

Cell Phone IPhone 5

Fashion Grunge, mostly.. Anything that involves shorts and a tucked in tee-shirt. I also like bright colors and comfy clothes, anything thats warm or soft.

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Personality? I can be a bubbly happy girl, and very sweet and loving and other times I will shut you out and initiate war, people say I have multiple personalitys but I really doubt it. Its just me. It depends on if I'm having an off day or just a good day. Sometimes I can be really playful and sweet. I would hope someone could see past my shell and tell that I am having a hard time and a unhappy life. It just feels imcomplete and empty.

I am afraid of a few things that really, to be honest scare me more than anything. I guess theres a few things that startle me or something but thunder is the worst, I don't understand why it scares me but its loud and I will hide when I hear it. Bugs gross me out and so do lizards and anything like frogs, their fun to chase but really gross to handle. I love mud and puddles of water because it is fun to get dirty sometimes.

I have an awful voice yet I love to sing so much, I am really good at art and pizza tastes good. Oh! And I'm very random! Its fun! I will often come up with some strange idea and act on it, dragging you with me. I can be really fun if you play along but I can make your life a living hell if you dont. As the master of death glares I would hope you could keep up!

I'm not perfect, I am so imperfect infact I don't think anyone finds me interesting. I'm a shy girl thats for sure and I will get really scared if I'm pushed to fast. I love to take it slow and get to know people, its alot more fun that way. I love seeing other peoples happiness. I hate who I am personally and I really wish more people understood that, I wish someone would take the time to get to know me and break through my walls.
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"'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face but you turned into a pretty big waste of my time!"

Ahh, my face huh? Well I wouldn't say I'm pretty.. I'm modest. Although my eyes being my favorite feature they are beautiful and silver.. The thing I hate is when I blush my whole face lights up red, its so awful and I think its ugly. I would hope no one would get too close and make me blush. I don't like seeing myself in the mirror because I think I'm ugly and I just don't like it. No matter what you say I will think I'm fat compaired to the other girls despite being underweight.

As for my hair is really loose and curly, quite thick as well. I have never cut it at all through-out my life and its really, really long. I really love my deep brown locks and I hope I never have to cut it or get mad and cut it. Or even burn it on accident, done that before. I've also gotten it tangled in a fan so that was awful.. Although I didn't have to cut it out so that was good.
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I do not own any of these pictures!
© pictures to their original owners.
© writing to me.

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{@Hakana & Aniki: Both are accepted, now I just need their masks and Dresses:) }

[Hakana]

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{ Oh yeah, hold on I will work on it :3 }

[WolfLinkEpona]

None of the pictures belong to me, they go to their rightful owners!

Name;; Darren Grayson
Nicknames;; Dare, Starkid
Gender;; Male
Age;; Eighteen
Birthday;; February fifth
Birthplace;; San Francisco
Grade;; Eleven



Siblings;; Neal and Molly
Other Family;; Dad
Crush;; None
Girlfriend;; Single



Personality;; Darren is a great, friendly, insane, out-going guy. He always acts like himself infront of anyone, and doesn't care about what they say. He is really nutty and can prove he's insane; back in Michigan he and a load of mate decided they would produce a Fan Made Musical Production of Harry Potter. Darren loves Harry Potter and loves to write songs, in fact the songs in the HP musical and sequel were all written and composed by him. He loves music and can play violin, guitar, cello, piano, mandolin, Harmonica and drums, and is also a really good singer. Most of the strings on his guitars he has snapped a couple of times. He may be rich but he doesn't act like the stereotype. He loves being outdoors with a camera in his hands taking pictures or riding his horse Epona down winding trails. He loves reading and play video games, though he plays ones more like Legend of Zelda, Assassin's Creed or Minecraft, though he is pretty good at FPS (First Person Shooter) games. He has a gift with animals an loves them, he understands what's wrong when somethings wrong. Even though Darren loves Horse Riding and Photography, he loves music even more. Darren is not afraid to speak his mind and tends to be a bit protective sometimes; Okay a lot protective sometimes. His guitar he takes everywhere with him or almost everywhere. He loves to sing covers of Disney songs.
History;; Darren, along with his little sister Molly and his older Brother Neal, were born in San Francisco. Darren's mother dies when they were young, from a cancer she had no idea she had until it was too late. Mom's death mean't that dad had to look after the three of them, though it was more like the three of them looked after him. Due to his dad's job as a best-selling author, they had plenty of money to support what was left of their family. They moved around a bit, living in Chicago, Michigan, Minnesota, and New York. Darren was 16 and Molly was 14 when they moved to New York. When the family moved to LA, Neal decided to stay in New York for a year. Once the year was over, Neal, as he promised Molly, moved back to LA with the family in order to set up their roots again. Darren's father taught him how to speak Italian, as he, dad, was born in Italy those years ago.
Likes;; Photography, Animals, Sushi, Beaches, Mexican, food, Italian Food, Being himself, Harry Potter, Singing, Playing guitar, Wearing Pink sunglasses, Smiling, Laughing, Nature, Composing Songs, His Family, Reading, Horse Riding, Hanging out with friends, Disney songs, Disney, Girls who have the confidence to be themselves, the color purple, Those who aren't afraid to speak their mind.
Dislikes;; Those who take life WAY too seriously, Those who hide the awesomeness inside them in order to be normal, Those who despise animals, Those who hold grudges against others for no good reason, Those who think they can control him; just because he isn't as high up in the social aspects as they are, Animal Abuse, Homophobia.
Theme Song;; It's Time - Darren Criss( Imagine Dragon's Glee Cover)
Other;;


Suit;; XxX
Mask;; xXx

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{accepted Mr. Nerd:) all we need now is Mr. Actor and Mr. Musician}

[Hakana]

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Mask

Dress

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{thanks Hakana:)}

[Aniki]

{Edited.}

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{Great! Now we just need two more!}