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✩ luca william bettingfield. the first.
★ yeah that's my name. don't wear it out. just kidding, just kidding.. i am the first and only luca william bettingfield. well- so far. in the future may be a different story. though i doubt i'd make my kids juniors.. i like them to have their own name and be their own person. yeah yeah- want kids. i'm not totally sure if that's a shocker or not.. eh. probably not. i'm a pretty family oriented person. i love kids. however that is another talk for another time. maybe i'll tell you about it later.

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✩ eighteen years of age.
★ i am eighteen years of age. for those of you who really wish to know that means i was born in 1994. to be specific it was in february. just perfect. and you know what makes it just so much better? i was born on the fourteenth. valentine's day. bleh. just kidding- i actually do like the holiday to a certain extent. all the chocolate and candy is on sale the following day. plus it's also the time of year when a bunch of cute chick-flicks come out. yeah.. i find those interesting. titanic, the notebook, a walk to remember.. i'm such a girl sometimes. it scares me. i'm most positively a guy. i just tend to act like that at times. deal with it.

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✩ male - guy - man - boy - dude - bro.
★ i'm a chick, obviously. just kidding. i'm not. you can even check me yourself. yeah- i'm pretty blunt about that. not really self conscious in those kinds of situations. uhm. yeah. not really a prude person.. moving on. no more discussion of that topic as of now. yup. anyways i am a guy. dude. male. bro. broski. whatever you want to say. i do not have any female anatomy. i'm pretty sure i would know if i did and i don't. take my word for it or like i said- go ahead and check.

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✩ chocolate brown hair highlighted in golden brown - light honey brown eyes - five foot ten inches tall - semi-muscular build.
★ "what are we talking about first in this subject? my hair? just that? oh.. well i guess i'll ramble for awhile on it then if you really want me to.. oh, you do? well okay then. for starters my hair is naturally a the shade of a milk chocolate candy bar. yeah- it worries me somebody may eat it. yeah- i'm weird. anyways- to add onto that color it also has highlights in it that are the shade of what golden brown would be considered to be. they weren't dyed on highlights either- i actually got them from being out in the sun so much during the summertime. i'm a huge fan of camping, boating, wake-boarding, hiking, swimming, and just generally anything outdoors like that. still the best part of that was the nightly campfire. nothing better then sitting around with friends and family, telling funny jokes, lengthy stories, and singing various songs until you lost your voice. anyways though- that's basically my hair's color. it's always been like that. hairdos are another story though. i haven't always had the swoopy skater look that you see on me today. since i was a toddler up until about year four i actually kept my hair short at a buzz cut. year five was the year i finally let it grow out a bit. i'm not sure why i did it. perhaps it was to keep me warm in the winter or maybe it was just to be cool. who knows. it grew out some- and i started gelling it upwards. yeah i had a quiff all of fifth, sixth, and seventh year. what a mistake that was. horrible horrible mistake. never again. at least not how i had it done back then- it was just terrible and as i look back on it i think it looked really bad. eighth year i remember cutting my hair super short for some sport i was participating in.. what was it? goodness. i think it was wrestling actually. yeah- they didn't want my hair being yanked out. needless to say by the end of the season i was done with the activity. i didn't like it to start off with but i had lost a bet and couldn't back out until the season was over. i was fairly good despite my size but still i didn't join the high school team the next year. nope. year nine i grew my hair out again but it was never styled into a quiff was i had done before. instead i let it grow out and by tenth year i had what people would call 'bieber' hair. yeah. i think it's a bit dumb that just because he's popular now that the hairstyle is suddenly his. no- the beatles actually had it first. even he knows that one. anyways that's what i kept my hair like. as years passed it developed it's own style and gradually thinned out a little. if i had to use a celebrity to say who's it looks like the most i'd have to go with louis tomlinson from the band one direction. everyone knows him so i don't see why i said that. oh well. it's pretty feathery and windswept for the most part. it has it's days where it goes wild and is highly unmanageable. generally those are the days you'll find me wearing some form of hat or beanie. i don't like bad hair days just like everyone else but i do get them. i'm only human. what's next? oh, my eyes? well i guess that's fair. i mean- like- it's pretty obvious. well- anyways- moving on to the subject of the moment. my eyes. i'm not really sure how i'm suppose to ramble on and stuff about them. they're a light brown shade. they aren't too dark you can't see anything in them but then again they aren't as light as hazel is. golden brown i guess. i'm not really sure. oh- i guess this could be of some importance to you all. i used to wear glasses. like- prescription glasses. from year one to year four in school. now i just have contacts to help my vision. from time to time i'll wear glasses for the heck of it or because i am too lazy to use contacts. most people would find it embarrassing but i don't actually mind wearing them. they're pretty stylish but that's just my opinion."

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✩ hilarious - quiet - passionate - wallflower - family oriented - sassy - awkward - humble - witty - protective - kindhearted - careful.
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✩ never really fit in; at school; at home; anywhere. parents were rarely around; he practically raised his two sisters;
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✩ no crush yet - openly single - closet bisexual - no spouse - no children as of yet.
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✩ main goal in life is to be a famous writer or a musician; likes: cats, reading, and the rain. dislikes: loud noises, guacamole and traffic.
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Personality WIP

Bᴀsɪᴄ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴏɴ
> "нollιѕ cнarleѕ woodѕ, ιѕ мy naмe. ιғ yoυ мυѕт reғer тo мe, do ѕo aѕ нollιѕ. no nιcĸnaмe ѕнιт. Hollis gained her name from a book. Her mother reading over it while she suddenly found herself experiencing terrible pains in her lower abdomen. She rushed to the hospital, thoughts of the lovely name lingering in the back of her mind. The book was not the best piece of literature she had ever read; the name in the book drew her attention. It was so different, and that was what she wanted for her children; she didn't want her's like the rest of them. So Barbara Woods took it upon herself to set Hollis for greatness. Barbara, affectionately nicknamed barbar by her daughter, was forcing her twins to stand out, but as Hollis grew, it became obvious that she was destined to not blend in.
> "ι'll вe eιgнтeen ιn тwo мonтнѕ. ғor all oғ yoυ wнo lιĸe тo вe тecнnιcal, тнaт woυld мaĸe мe ѕevenтeen yearѕ oғ age." Hollis Woods blessed the world with her being on March 17th. It was a cool March morning when Barbara Woods and her sister checked into the hospital. After five painful hours of waiting, Hollis and her twin sister, Olivia, were happily welcomed by their aunt and grandparents. The two babies were brought home to their jubilant mother's three bedroom town house.

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> Her eyes are pretty, but nothing spectacular; a darker shade of green with sparse flecks of grey grown around the cornea, fringed with a carpet of thick, long lashes, if one can get close enough to take notice. They are a bit larger than the average eye and hold a nice curved yet rounded shape. The vision in her right eye is absolutely terrible; it is so bad that is only there for aesthetic purposes. Her sight relies on the left eye. She
> Hollis really could care less about her hair. It hangs loose and natural down her back, and is way overdue for a trim. Her blonde isn't a blinding bleach; in fact she cannot stand when girls bleach their hair to obtain the brightest blonde they can. Her's has a warm honey tint with naturally lighter strands weaved in. The ends fade into a very light color as they begin to die. She has a few short wisps around her eyes and along her hair line that stick out stubbornly when her hair is in a twisted knot on her head.
> Hollis stands at roughly 5'8. She wishes that she was shorter though and she's self conscience about being tall. She finds being tall severely overrated. Everything about Hollis is long, and she hates it. Her legs are endless and slender, thighs and calves proportional in length and sleek with blithe muscle tone. A lean torso, stacked atop her tall lower appendages, meets with her thin arms and delicate fingers.
> She has her ears pierced; three times on each ear. She has a few simple birds and feathers tattooed on her left shoulder, an old jean pocket with a rosary hanging out of it on her lower hip, two large red bows on the back of both calves, and a bible passage clings from her exposed collar bone to the back of her right shoulder in a thread spool. Her mom was surprisingly relaxed about the tattoos. The three of them, Olivia, Hollis and their mother, decided to get matching tattoos on their wrist. Its an infinity sign with three little roses entwined.
> "ι'м ѕιмple." Hollis is pretty average. She has a lean composition, nothing that really holds the stare of anyone for longer than a second. She has long hair which she constantly runs her hands through out of habit. Her most pleasant feature would probably be her face. Intense eyes, expressive brows, high and defined cheekbones, full lips and a sharp chin. Her skin is not pale, nor is it excessively tan. I suppose it's a happy medium. It breaks out every now and then when she gets lazy and skips a night of face washing. Her teeth finally chose to comply after three years of braces pulling her spacious gaps together, and thank god for that too. This girl had gaps the size of the grand canyon. Her shoulders are thin and a little too slouched; her mother is always telling her to straighten up and eat more 'cause she can see the bones in her neck. Just a slight exaggeration. She has small yet contrasting curves though they are mainly hidden by her clothing. She's quite limber and flexible. She has a few freckles over her body and a birth mark on the lower right side of her back. Her body is overall quite proportional to itself.

Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ & Lᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪғᴇ
> Hollis would best be described as an awkward and silent lover. She isn't exuberant about her feelings towards males. Obviously she finds them attractive, but she isn't one of those girls who will go out of her way to draw their attention. It takes her quite a while to become comfortable with anyone. They could spend every day together for two years and she still would not feel comfortable enough to act completely as herself. Hollis is not crazy about love like most girls her age are. Her mother says it is because she is smart. Truthfully, she does not think she would make anyone a good partner. She knows herself all too well. She is unstable about everything. Her mind changes daily. Her moods change per minute. It would be unfair for someone to have to deal with her.
> "ι've нad a ѕerιoυѕ relaтιonѕнιp тнaт laѕтed a year... ιт ended нarѕнly, вυт ι ғeel aѕ тнoυgн ι woυldn'т нave мoved on ιғ ιт woυld нave ended any oтнer way. ι нave noт yeт decιded wнeтнer love ιѕ worтн тнe crap ιт coмeѕ wιтн. мayвe ιтѕ noт ғor мe."
> "ι aм нeтeroѕeхυal. doeѕ ιт looĸ lιĸe ι need any мore ѕcrewy eѕтrogen?"

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> Hollis has an incredible memory. She can recall every detail from her childhood, even those of little significance. She remembers people and how they made her feel. "People won't remember what you said or did, but they will remember how you made them feel." It is because of this that she tends to hold grudges; she doesn't forget those who made her feel belittled and she is very frugal with her forgiveness as well as trust.

> She has a bit of a spontaneous flare, but at the same time, is rather, err.. extremely, predictable. She is a big talker, and at times, people wonder if she ever can shut up, or if she'd just explode in the process alone. She is almost always found with a smile, a smirk, or a grin. Hollis can be a bit of a pessimist, as well as a sarcastic sass.

> Her imagination is wild. Its a miracle she is making it through high school as well as she is. She likes to sit in class and daydreamed the entire period. She would honestly rather live inside her head then in reality for it seems like the world is a much better place inside her pretty mind. Hollis is really comfortable around no one but her mother and Olivia, although she is able to make conversation easily and if worst comes to worst, she whips out the corny jokes. While she gets along with just about everyone, she doesn't have many real friends. A lot of acquaintances, but not a lot of people she would want to hang out and catch a movie with.

> Hollis is pretty lazy, and is probably the worlds number one procrastinator. She is very capable of work, if it is something she wants to do. If she really needs to do something, she will slowly get around to doing it. What she needs is someone who can set a fire under her butt to get her going. She can't keep pushing everything off till the last minute. Hollis is somewhat religious. She believes in god, and prays every now and then. She was baptized a roman catholic. She used to attend church every weekend, but has fallen behind due to her love of sleeping in. Yeah, she loves sleep. Almost more then she loves her horses. Her mother had horses growing up and wanted to make sure that Hollis and Olivia would be able to experience the same. They have four horses, two mares and two geldings. Hollis likes to ride for pleasure whereas Olivia is really into competing. Hollis was entered into a few and although she did well, she didn't like the aspect of showing. It seemed like every other girl there was scrutinizing herself and her sweet geldings.

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> "тнιѕ ιѕ мe.." "I chew my nails and cuticles, its gross, I know. I am meticulous about my room and I'm pretty neat. I hate those little plastic tips on the end of shoe laces. I eat my food in a certain order, but I'm not going to elaborate on that because you'd think I'm weird if you don't already. I smoke when I'm nervous, trying to quit, but its hard."
> "ι jυѕт wanт тo play." "I'm quite afraid of heartbreak, and it is because of this fear that I've had only one relationship in the past. I hate the feeling of fear and jealousy. I dream of playing the piano, professionally that is, but its a far fetched desire and one of rarity." Hollis has been playing the piano forever. When she thinks back about her childhood, piano, horses and her family are the three things that stick out the most. Hollis desperately wants to play piano for a living, but it is something that seems unreal. She is very talented at the piano playing, but remains very modest.