- The Olivia Project

[spoonful]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
" I'm Sammi "

{ Her name was Samantha Hawk but she prefers to shorten it, Sammi just sounds really flouncy and frilly }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
" You call me Sammi, nothing else unless you really want to call me Hawk "

{ She hates the name Samantha, thinks it is girly. She likes to think she is a tomboy so thought Sammi sounded more like one, also she won't say no to Hawk as she loves birds }

{ αgє ;
"16"

{ She become sixteen around half a year ago. Her birthday is the thirteenth of May, she loves it as it is thirteen }

{ gєndєr ;
" I am flattered if you think I'm a boy but I am a girl "

{ Female, even if she is a tomboy, cuts her hair short and never wears skirts or dresses }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Not that bothered what I look like. I have short auburn hair, slightly tanned skin and usually cuts and scabs"

{ Average height for her age with long legs and a short upper body, she has a lean build, muscled but in a way that means she is more agile than strong and with basically no figure what-so ever. Her fingers are medium length, her hand more tanned than the rest of her body, and have short stubby nails which normally have mud under them. Her hair is short and scruffy with a fringe. It is shiny even though she never uses shampoo, her hair balanced itself out 2 months after she stopped. Across her face she has a sprinkling of only just noticeable freckles on her pale skin and, over all, her face is rather boyish. Not beautiful, not ugly, she is a little pretty but not someone stunning. Not much emotion is showed in her eyes and they always stay the dark, almost black, brown, surrounded by short brown lashes }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
" A kind of auburn brown"

{ Sammi's hair is cut short and scruffy, brown with a slight reddish tinge that makes it auburn. It lightens slightly in summer but generally stays the same. All that it done to it is that it is washed with water, but as she has been doing this for so long her hair doesn't get greasy }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
" Very dark brown"

{ Sammi's eyes are a very dark brown, so dark they meld slightly with the pupil. They don't have any flecks or highlights, they are solid }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"No 'modifications' as you put it but yes I have scars"

{ No piercings or modifications but Sammi does have some scars. Across her right cheek she has three lines from when she tried to help a stray cat but it didn't like her, they are quite noticeable. On her lower left leg, she had two crossing scars that she got when falling out of the same tree twice. On the back of her left hand she has a jagged scar, quite faint, that she got when messing around with machinery. She has a few other scars but they are very faint and barely noticeable }

{ clσthíngs ;
"Comfy and practical but stylish, usually skinny jeans or hareem trousers with a colourful top"

{ Sammi never wears anything like high heels, or anything particulary smart, but usually skinny jeans with a colourful top or just combat trousers withy a vest-top }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"I don't really want to speak about it much"

{ Sammi was born in wales in a small village, her parents owned a farm that consisted of fields of rape seed and wheat with some animals, the animals were a few pigs, a lot of sheep, four horses and a few sheep dogs. They did well, managing to earn money in the farming business which is a lot of the time unreliable.
With three older brothers and the fact she lived on a farm Sammi grew up independant and a tomboy, her brothers encouraging this and taking her with them a lot of the time when she got old enough even if her oldest brother was 5 years older. She got into a lot of accidents around the farm at first but then began to know what she could and couldn't do, growing in strength and climbing ability and agility.
Disaster struck however, when Sammi was seven, when an illness came to the farm and killed off the sheep; they were what kept the farm going. Distraught, the farm had to be sold and the family began to search for a house in a village while her father searched for a job.He found a job and they found a house but only stayed in the same place for a few months before her father found another job. They moved to a mountaneous area where, once again, Sammi could be boyish and explore but it wasn't the same as her brothers had gone to universities or got jobs and weren't at home and she began to take more interest in beauty around her. First she sketched, then she painted, and soon she was spending msot of her time drawing and painting and taking pictures
One day her family were all together driving through the mountains in a storm and they met with a lorry on a thin road. They went to pull in but when the lorry braked it skidded and knocked the car down off the road down a slope. It rolled and everyone died but Sammi. After a year she moved here. }

{ crush ;
"Yuck"

{ Sammi doesn't have one at the moment }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"No way"

{ Sammi doesn't have one at the moment }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Death, I'm scared of being killed. Also, of being blind"

{ Her habits are tapping her fingers, running a hand through her hair and chewing things. She will chew anything; paper, coins, plastic, metal, blue tack... She is scared of, not the death itself really, but the pain that comes before hand. She also would hate not to see and that;'s why she'd scared of being blind }

{ pєts ;
" Roxy, my dog. Don't you dare go near her "

{ Roxy, a complete mongrel, who is part collie, staffie, greyhound and other breeds. She is the size of a collie with a slightly sturdier build and a thicker head. Her fur is short and black, brown brinde is on legs and face. She is not built for speed or strength, but inbetween, having stamina, good speed if not amazing and a hunting instinct from her greyhound part. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I'm me"

{ Scatter-brained, arty and opinionated are three words that sum up Sammi, and do it very well. She is very scatter-brained, and basically always will forget something, having to go back to her house multiple times till she has everything. When it comes to arguements or discussions she will not hold back her opinion, and will not give in in an arguement. This can be found irritating as she may go too far, not realising she is insulting someone or hurting their feelings.
Art, this is her love. It is like her brain is wired to this. Most people may see a pile of rocks, she will be thinking about how the light reflects off it and how beautiful it would look with paint spalttered on it. In the middle of conversations, or just randomly, she will comment on something she finds pretty or a thought; it may seem rude but it is just ehr way.
When it comes to crushes and love she is every awkward and will never admit to liking someone though it will become obvious from how she acts around her crush. She has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend but has had a few crushes on boys and one on a girl. }

{ líkєs ;
"Any animals"

{ -Animals
-ART
-Being outside
-Swimming
-Food in general
-Sports
-Singing
-Night-time
-Being alone
-Ukelele's
-Exploring
-Challenges }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Any form of discrimination"

{ -Discrimintaion so racism, homophobia...
-Being hungry
-Slugs
-Wet jeans
-Girly clothes
-Make-up
-Snobby people
-People who seem perfect
-Bad winers or losers }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I'm seriously not sure"

{ Bi but she doesn't know it yet }

{ σthєr ;
" Nope "

{ N/A }

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hey, I'm Chess"

{ He's called Chester, shortened to Chess, Smith}

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Chess, like the game"

{ Chess }

{ αgє ;
"I'm 18"

{ 18 }

{ gєndєr ;
"You need to ask me this?"

{ male }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
" I like to think I'm quite good-looking "

{ Chess it tall, slim, with pale skin and is lucky to have no spots or blemishes. His hair is a dull brown, short with a fringe that covers his forehead and sometimes his eyes. His eyes are grey, mixed with blue, and aroudn the edge have a dark ring. He is overall quite good-looking with high-cheek bones, clear skin and a calm and casual look. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
" English "

{ English }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
" Brown "

{ Brown, nothing very interesting }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
" Grey "

{ They are a quite pretty light grey-blue, flecked with slightly different shades. Around the edge there is a dark ring }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
" One ear pierced, my left "

{ His left ear is pierced and he doesn't have any noticable scars }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
" Casual, I'd say, but smart "

{ Casual but smart, is probably how his style would be described. He likes to wear skinny jeans with either a shirt or t-shirt and hoodie }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Well, I don't really want to say."

{ He grew up knowing only his mom, but this didn't have much of an effect on how he was brought up. As a child he was known for being easily upset but very kind and curious. When he got to his second school he began to have feelings for a boy in his class.
He didn't tell anyone but wrote it in a diary which was stolen one day. The next day everyone kenw he liked the boy and he began to be bullied. At first it was just words but then eh got beat up one day. He then came to the Olivia Project to get away. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
" My family live in England still"

{ His famiyl live in england and he moved here with no friends, wanting a fresh start }

{ crush ;
" Why do you ask? "

{ none }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
" I'm free at the moment "

{ Doesn't have one }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I drum on things a lot"

{ He's scared of heights, though he won't admit it, and he constantly drums his fingers on things }

{ pєts ;
"Don't have any"

{ None }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
" I don't think I can describe that... "

{ Chess is a very kind, funny and, in a way, innocent. He always looks at people's good points and doesn't like to think about how they aren't good, if someone does do something like lie he feels really hurt and would never do something like that himself.
When it comes to romance he is one of the people who believes in love at first sight, believes that one day he will look across the room and see his perfect someone, and that when he finds his perfect someone they will be with him forever. Soppy, yes, but he still believes in that sort of thing.
If someone upsets him, it can take a time for him to forgive someone and while he is still upset about them he will ignore them completely, and maybe in the end saying to them 'leave me alone' but this is only if they are insistent at trying to speak to him. }

{ líkєs ;
" I like a lot of things"

{ kindness, loyalty, music, hot chocolate, sunset, romantic music, poems }

{ díslíkєs ;
" Ugly things "

{ Ugly buildings, cities, soup, people who aren't loyal, liars }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
" I'm pansexual"

{ he's pansexual, he can have a crush on anyone of any gender of sexual identity }

{ σthєr ;
"Nopey-dopey"

{ N/A }

[ Finished my characters

What spot did you want for them?

[BitterTasteOfHate]

(Idk where to start so Ima just wing it and somwtimes when my people are all together It will only be from Kinsleys point of view because shes my main person ))

[Cyphron]

Drayton

Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone

I am~ "Heading out."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Single I believe."

Drayton continued riding along on the sidewalk, staying silent and minding his own business. Gaining the occasional odd and curious stares from by standers, though like always he just shrugged it off and continued on. Still having no idea where to go Drayton came to the conclusion that it would probably be wise for him to stop somewhere and rest. Scanning the area with his bright amber eyes that remained hidden under his dark hoodie Drayton located a small coffee shop off at a far distance, but not too far on skateboard. With a grunt he pushed off once with his right leg and gained more speed, swerving quickyl on the corner even though the light was seconds away from turning red. In no time Drayton stood in front of the coffee shop and the scent of coffee beans and pastries engulfed his nose that brough a light smirk to his lips. He kicked up his skateboard and grabbed it with the tip of his fingers before entering the shop with the ring of the bell up top notifying everyone of his presence.

[ingénue]

{ { • Tara Marie Johnson||Happy||Sitting in a coffee shop • } }

Tara's eyes flittered to the door, the small bell rang... A soothing sound. A young man walked in. She gave a warm smile, he probably didn't see her. "Ah, well..." she thought aloud, quickly taking a sip of her drink. Know one was looking at her, "Phew" she thought allowed for the second time. She quickly drank, still hoping know one was looking at her. Eyes focused on her coffee. Turning bright red, she furiously got up and bought a newspaper, holding it up in front of her face. She made a big deal of these sorts of things, even the tinniest. She put the newspaper down, slowly. Her eyes scanned the area, know one was looking at her. She laughed a bit, realising how stupid she'd been. She took the last sip of her coffee, warm and sweet. She put the coffee back on it's plate, making a clattering sound. She looked up at the boy, then looked straight back down. She gave a silly grin to her newspaper, for one reason or another, she was feeling good today. A small smile creeped up to her lips. She didn't want to go yet, she'd rather sit and read, it was too relaxing. She put the paper down for a moment. Looking around, it was starting to get a bit empty. She looked around awkwardly, she gave a large sigh.

[Small-but_deadly]

[ Well, Sammi has already been accepted as Artsy one, just realized. I'd like chess to be the hope-less romantic ]

[spoonful]

Bump.

[liz-]

[I don't know how to start :c]

[spoonful]

[I don't know how to start :c]

Me either. I have Olivia and Jayda, so if you have a guy, go for it. c:

[liz-]

[I have a guy, but i don't know what to post, i'm with no muse :c]

[spoonful]

Gonna be remaking this. c: