Wʜᴇʀᴇ Jᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀʀᴛs { Open }

[heartless,]

{ { .. @ Red
I perfer if everyone has a boy and a girl, It makes things easier
and your spots are now reserved!(:

[breeze']

❝ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ ＷＨＥＮ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ'Ｔ ＦＡＬＬ ＡＳＬＥＥＰ
ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＲＥＡＬＩＴＹ ＩＳ ＦＩＮＡＬＬＹ ＢＥＴＴＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ❞

ｉ ｃａｎ ｂｅａｔ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ，
ｉ’ｍ ｎｏｔ ａｆｒａｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ
ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｌｉｇｈｔ，
ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｕｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｏｕｒ ｆｅｅｔ ｍｉｇｈｔ ａｃｈｅ，
ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ’ｓ ｕｐｏｎ ｏｕｒ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ
ｎｏ ｗａｙ ｗｅ ｇｏｉｎ’ ｂｒｅａｋ，
‘ｃｏｓ ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ

✦--- ｉ ｃａｎ ｂｅａｔ

name;; Mickey Ellie Jones.
meaning;; It actually means 'Like God.'
pronounced;; mik-ee ell-ee jo-ne-z
age;; Mickey is 18 years old. Her birthday
is the 6th of July.
gender;; She is Female.
sexuality;; Straight; she is defiantly heterosexual.

✦--- ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ．

hair;; her hair is a mousy brown color,
it falls below her shoulder blade quite thin
and very straight. Appose to the meek brown
color her root are a darker brown though. It
frames her face. Perfect for her.
height;; she stands at 5 feet and 7 inches.
weight;; she weights about 100 and twenty pounds.
120 lbs.
skin;; she is pale; unusually so for a girl her age...
Being from Ireland the sun is often non-existent.
So the rare sun she got was soaked up.

✦--- ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ａｆｒａｉｄ.

fears;; Mickey is deathly afraid of sharks
everything about them, she has nightmares
about being eaten alive! She also has a weird
phobia of nail varnish. She cant stand the stuff.
habits;; she has a habit of biting her nails too
much so they are just stumps. She also is
fiercely protective over friends and family.
A bad habit is she can easily jump to conclusions.
good traits;; Mickey is smart and sensitive, she is
kind and thoughtful too.
bad traits;; Mickey has a problem with sarcasm and
sometimes it comes out mean. She is sometimes
un-reliable and can be timid in new situations...
big secret;; She has a secret. Well the reason they
had to move from Ireland is because her brother
killed a man. Yes. Before he went to jail he
threatened her. 'I will kill you.' he said. So they moved.
Leaving Noah back in Ireland; rotting in a jail...
dreams;; Mickey dreams to move back too Ireland
to be back in her hometown. She dreams about
becoming a professional pianist as well... To be
as big as... One direction!

✦--- ｏｆ ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ．

farther;; Her farther's name is Daniel Chad
Smith, most people call him Dan or Danny though.
mother;; Mickey's mother is named Jenifer Harriet
Smith- everybody either calls her Jen or Jenny...
brother;; Her brother; Noah. Noah Alex Smith. He
killed a innocent man; because he thought that he
had beaten up Mickey- he hadn't. But Noah went
to jail; before he went though he blames Mick-
he threatened her life. That's when they moved!
pets;; She has a pussy cat called Noah. Yes,
the same name as her physio brother...

ＥＡＲＬＹ ＤＡＹＳ．．．
«green eyed sweetie...»
The horizon seemed to stretch the whole length of the earth; a day so bright and so perfect that the birds couldn't stop screeching. No. That wasn't the screeching; the noise was coming from a woman; not a woman a young adult. The girl not yet taken the right of passage; she was still naive and yet to experience the harsh world. The young adult was screaming- a painful sound, the boy next too her was only just turned 21 and this was not part of his life plan; this was not what he expected. But not matter what was expected- reality is harsh and the pair were beginning to realize this. The boy and girl had just lost their apartment because they couldn't afford the pay and they were now living with the girls parents. Tears streamed down the face of the girl as she gave that final push. The strangled breathing of the girl slowed and all the boy could hear was the shuffling of the doctors feet as they took the baby girl away. The woman smiled at the man. Through the pain they had managed to create something beautiful; love. The pain tears turned into happy tears; the girl was gone and in her place was a mother- a woman. The boy in the chair with the broken finger just stared lovingly into the mothers eyes he was a farther now. Sure they were going to be ridiculed and teased;they were hardly old enough the have a baby nor were they financially in the right position. The man only 21 and the woman only 20, but they were in love- nothing else mattered. The woman finally noticed the man trying to move his hand out of hers and she realized him from her vice. ''Daniel are you okay?'' she questioned. ''I think... You broke my finger.'' he replied. Then they began to laugh. She was in pain. He was in pain. But their baby girl was just a room away. Daniel looked up and noticed that his girlfriend was asleep. He stood up and began to walk around the hospital- the quaint little hallways made the hospital look small; well the hospital WAS small. They couldn't afford anything big... Ireland's finest reserved for the best. Daniel found himself wandering into kids playroom- the toy bricks and Lego reserved for ill children; but he found what he was looking for. A small keyboard. He sat down on the small seat and began to play. His gruff voice singing don't stop believing. ''Streetlights people...'' A sweet voice joined in at the end. ''I love you Jen'' he whispered.

❝ＬＩＦＥ ＩＳ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ． ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＧＥＴ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＩＴ
ＤＥＰＥＮＤＳ ＯＮ ＨＯＷ ＹＯＵ ＰＬＡＹ ＩＴ．．．❞

❝ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ Ｉ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＨＯＷ ＴＯ ＳＴＡＮＤ，
ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＡＴ ＴＯ ＤＯ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＹ ＨＡＮＤＳ． ❞

ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｗｅ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｕｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｔｈｉｓ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｉｓ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ，
ｇｏ， ｇｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ
ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅａｃｈ ｏｕｔ ａｎｄ ｐａｓｓ ｉｔ ｏｎ
ｔｈｉｓ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｉｓ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ，
ｇｏ， ｇｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｕｒｓ
ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅａｃｈ ｏｕｔ
ａｎｄ ｐａｓｓ ｉｔ ｏｎ ｏｏｈ ｙｅａｈ．

✧ --- ｓｅｖｅｎ ｎａｔｉｏｎ ａｒｍｙ．
I'm Gonna fight 'em Off
A Seven Nation Army couldn't hold me back
They're Gonna Rip it off
Taking there Time right behind my back
And I'm Talking to myself at night
because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eye
says leave it alone
-
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone Knows about it
From the Queen of England To the Hounds of Hell
And if I catch ya coming back my way
I'm gonna Sell it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
but that's what I'll do
-
And the feeling coming from my bones
says find a home
I'm going to Witchita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
-
And I'm Bleeding, and I'm Bleeding, and I'm Bleeding.
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
and I will sing no more
And the stings coming from my blood
tell me go back home

ＡＦＴＥＲＷＡＲＤＳ．．．
«created afterwards...»
The baby was born and it still didn't have a name. The parents debated and argued over the name of their little girl... So many different names shouted at each other casing arguments and curse words to be spat. The un-named little girl just sat and watched with wide eyes. ''What about Melody?'' her mother would ask and the farther would reply with another name... ''Hannah? Gabby? Penny?'' he would question. The mother replying with a stiff shake of the head. At this rate the girl would never be named! The parents were too busy arguing to notice that their little girl had begun to clap her chubby little hands and gurgle with happiness. Mickey Mouse was currently explaining to the audience about his club house and asking whether you wanted to go in; in a very annoying voice. The absorbed parents finally noticed. ''Mickey. Her name should be Mickey.'' Jenny laughed, Daniel nodded his approval and the strange pair began to prance around the hospital. How did the name Ellie come to be? Well the parents pranced straight into the cancer ward- there was a little girl named Ellie. Ellie smiled at the two new parents and waved laughing at their stupidity. Jenny and Daniel stopped dancing and waved back at the small child; they came closer to the ill child and sat down on the chairs near the bed. ''How are you sweety?'' Jenny asked a kind smile on her face. She knew that this kid was very ill; she could tell. ''I've been better...'' Ellie replied. How old was she 12? 13? 14? No older. ''Things will get better.'' Daniel said with a small smile, he doubted himself though, the small girl did not look well. Jen felt a little green; not long ago she was this girls age, what if she was in her place? Jenny was about to say something comforting but she heard a baby crying- it was Mickey! ''Bye Ellie you have a good rest.'' Daniel said before jogging back to the other room. ''Stay strong...'' Jen said before walking away. She felt the tears in her eyes. ''Dan. Ellie. Her middle name will be Ellie.'' Jen confirmed. ''Yes. Yes it will.'' he replied before picking up little Mickey Ellie.

❝ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＣＲＹ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＯＶＥＲ． ＳＭＩＬＥ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ
ＩＴ ＨＡＰＰＥＮＥＤ❞

❝ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ ＤＲＯＰＰＥＤ ＦＲＯＭ Ａ ＦＯＵＲＴＨ ＳＴＯＲＹ ＷＩＮＤＯＷ，
ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＴＩＭＥ．❞

ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｉｔ'ｓ ｆｕｎｎｉｅｒ ｆｒｏｍ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ
'ｃａｕｓｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｅｒｅ
ｉ'ｖｅ ｍｉｓｓｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｊｏｋｅ
ｃｌｅａｒｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｆｏｒ ｍｙ ｃｒａｓｈ ｌａｎｄｉｎｇ
ｉ'ｖｅ ｄｏｎｅ ｉｔ ａｇａｉｎ，
ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｏｔｅｓ
ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ ｉｆ ｉ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｓｏ
ｄｅｓｐｅｒａｔｅ

✦ --- ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ ｍｅ．．．

ＭＯＶＩＮＧ ＩＮ
«and moving on...»
After spending 3 years in her mothers house Jen had had enough; she was fuming. They needed space- and Dublin was just the place. After a couple of months of building up they finally moved. Daniel, Jen, Mickey and a little baby called Noah. Noah was exactly 6 months old when the Smiths moved house; some people say that Jen must have dropped the baby on his head- to make him turn out the way he did... Mickey knew though, it wasn't because Noah was crazy- he just loved his older sister. Even though Mickey was older than Noah- ever since Noah could walk and talk he has been protective over his sister. At first it was cute- they would do everything together... After a while it got a little creepy... But anyway- Mickey was three at this stage. She had soft mousy brown hair and it was constantly tied back in a high pony. She would add various clips and grips that she thought made her look like a princess... Mickey was obsessed with princesses! She was a dreamer she would have dreams of being a princess when she grew up; this changed when she turned five. What happened then? Well Mickey got her first piano! She loved it. She would play and play- keeping Noah up at night! But when Noah was awake he would sit on the rather large stool and bang the keys along with Mickey. At this point Noah was unable to say mickey so it came out come like, 'Meyy.' Noah loved his older sister. Mickey was never jealous because Noah got more attention than her; she was a quiet kid. Ever since she learnt to read she would have her face buried in some book. She would read to Noah and tell him about Ellie. You see Mickeys parents kept in contact with the teenager- she was in fact 13 and battling Cancer for 2 years. Jen was glad that Mickeys middle name was Ellie because it mean't she was strong. Well Ellie had won the fight. She was now living in the UK with her boyfriend. She was fit and healthy and over the illness. But Daniel and Jen still prayed that the illness would never come back. Unimportant things happened and the Smith family became tighter and closer than ever. The love was always there... They were the idyllic family- but not everything turns out like a farytale and it seems like they were on track for some bumps in the road... Or mountains!

❝ＭＯＳＴ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ ＬＩＶＥ ＡＮＤ ＤＩＥ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥＩＲ ＭＵＳＩＣ
ＳＴＩＬＬ ＵＮＰＬＡＹＥＤ． ＴＨＥＹ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＤＡＲＥ ＴＯ ＴＲＹ． ❞

❝ＭＵＳＩＣ ＥＸＰＲＥＳＳＥＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＷＨＩＣＨ ＣＡＮＮＯＴ ＢＥ
ＳＡＩＤ ＡＮＤ ＯＮ ＷＨＩＣＨ ＩＴ ＩＳ ＩＭＰＯＳＳＩＢＬＥ ＴＯ ＢＥ ＳＩＬＥＮＴ❞

ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｐａｔｉｅｎｔ ｉｆ ｉ ｈａｄ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ
ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓｔｏｐ ａｎｄ ａｎｓｗｅｒ
ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ
ａｓ ｓｏｏｎ ａｓ ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｈｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ
ｍｏｖｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｎｅ
ｓｏ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｌｏｗｎ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｇｌａｓｓ
ｇｏ 'ｈｅａｄ ａｎｄ ｌａｕｇｈ 'ｃａｕｓｅ ｉｔ'ｓ ｆｕｎｎｙ
ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｔｏｏ ｉｆ ｉ ｓａｗ ｍｅ

✧ --- ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｉｒｄ．．．
If we take this bird in, with its broken leg,
We could nurse it, she said,
Come inside for a little lie down with me,
And if you fall asleep, it wouldn't be the worst thing.
But when I wake up, and your make up is on my shoulder,
And tell me if I lie down, would you stay now?
Let me hold ya, oh.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird.

If we take a walk out, in the morning dew,
We can lay down, so I'm next to you,
Come inside for a little home made tea,
And if you fall asleep, then at least your next to me,
And if I wake up, say its late love, get back to sleep,
I'm covered by nature and I'm safe now,
Underneath this oak tree, with you beside me.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird,
My little bird,
My little bird.

And of all these things I'm sure of, I'm not quite certain of your love,
You make scream, and then I make you cry,
When I left that little bird with its broken leg to die.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird, whoa oh oh oh whoaa,
My little bird,
My little bird,
You're my little bird.

ＱＵＩＣＫＬＹ．．．
«a downwards spirall...»
The kids grew up; from toddlers to teenager to young adults... The change was not in any way easy and sure the family as a whole had some hiccups but in a whole they were fine.
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;

❝ＴＨＩＮＫ ＬＥＦＴ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＬＯＷ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ
ＨＩＧＨ． ＯＨ， ＴＨＥ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＵＰ ＩＦ ＯＮＬＹ ＹＯＵ ＴＲＹ❞

❝“ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤ， ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＫＮＯＷ．
ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＬＥＡＲＮ， ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＰＬＡＣＥＳ ＹＯＵ'ＬＬ ＧＯ．”❞

ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｌｏｗｎ
ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｃｈａｎｎｅｌ
ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ'ｓ ａ ｃｉｒｃｕｓ－ｃｉｒｃｕｓ
ｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ ｃｉｒｃｌｅｓ
ｉ'ｍ ｓｅｌｌｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ
ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｌｅｓｓ ａｎｇｒｙ ｉｆ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｍｙ ｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ
ｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｉｆ ｉ ｈａｄ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｍｙ
ａｍｂｉｔｉｏｎ ｉ'ｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｉｍｅ ｔｏ ｐｌｅａｓｅ

✦ --- ｃａｐｔｕｒｅ ｉｔ．．．

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«an easy task...»
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{Will Edit and add more to it will make my boy in a min}

{Jessica Parker|Jessie|18|populars}

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.:Name:. "My name is jessica but alot of people call me jessie or jess but i like jessie better its different and that all about me, Im also one of them weird people who dont have a middle name, mum and dad didnt think i needed one."
.:Age:. "well like most people in this year im eighteen thats a one and a eight."
.:Gender:. "female, bi*ch, fae girl..if you dont think so feel free to have a look"
.: Personality:."My friends say im bubbley and sweet, she has a sweet and soft laugh but she doesnt like it she thinks it weird, she like to hang around with her friends and family and loves to see her older sisters daughter then they can to their mums,"
.:Crush:."i likes boys who are like me and want to be with me then they can i likes to feel safe in there arms and never let go whatever comes to it"

.:Hair colour:. "Brown, its a nice colour brown well that my opinion its goes lighter in the summer then normal in the winter, i love my hair is so soft and wavely but im not like them people how wont stop messing with it, if its messy its messy"
.:Eye Colour:."My eyes some say they are beautiful i just think they look ok, there blue with a flicker of grey whatever you call it in the middle by the pupil, but another thing that makes me different is that in the winter they turn all grey"
.:Clothing style:. "um..i dont really have one, just anything that looks nice with boots or high tops and a beanie..i dont think i can live without my beanie"

.:Hobbies:. "i dont like to think of them as hobbies there just things i like to do,ones photographing i love it and love to take photos another think is sports i like to run and play football im not that good but i still like to play"
.:Likes:.
Photographs
Flowers Roses are her fave
Sports
Drawing
Boys who make her Laugh
Jelly and ice cream
Rain
.: Dislikes:.
Mean Girls
Skaters
Spiders
Snakes
Clowns

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{ { .. @ Red
I love your form! Its so awesome.

@ Bolt Carrot
Your form looking okay just needs personality and stuff like that.

[Mr Fox.]

{{Can I reserve a Nobody girl and a Emo boy?

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{ { .. @ Spaltter Effect.Yes! of course (: I will reserve them for you right now.

[.:Skully:.]

{Oh ok sorry im not good at making my forums look pretty and can you reverse me a skater boy}

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Deeply apologize for Carter's work-in-progress form, I just really want to roleplay him so I could flesh him out more. I hope he has enough info to be properly roleplayed~
Oh, and Chrysanthe is a nerd, and Carter is a nobody.

“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.”

About Me

"I'm gonna start now, 'kay? Maybe you should write all of this down or something."
Name: "Um, my name is Chrysanthe Foínika Emmerich. Chris-an-thay Fo-ini-kah Em-er-rich. Quite a mouthful, I know. One time, I looked up my names; it said Chrysanthe was Greek for flower, Foínika was Greek for phoenix, and Emmerich is a form of a German word for royal people and stuff. I like my name. It has a nice ring to it."
Nickname: "Eeh, you can call me Chrys? I dunno. I prefer my full name, but I know it's a mouthful. People like to call me "dweeb", "freak", or other names a lot."
Age: "I'm fourteen."
Birthday: "My birthday is February 28th 1998. Yes, I already know it only technically comes every four years. No need to point it out."
Birthplace:"I don't know. I think somewhere in New York?"

Getting to Know Me

"I'm not very interesting..."
Personality:"Hm, that's a toughie."
Awkward: Chrys definitely knows how to kill a conversation. It's not that she tries to, but she says the awkwardest things that make people say "Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!". She likes friendships and all, but for her, they're pretty hard to make. Keeping a conversation alive is quite difficult, and when she attempts talking, she stutters and acts like an idiot. She hates huge crowds without a friend by her side; they make her extremely jumpy and nervous.

Odd: Chrys is an odd little girl, no qualms about it. She loves to randomly sing and dance when no one is around, and she can be quite the space cadet. She does try her hardest to stay with the conversation, but if it's "boring" or she just gets lost, expect a comment about something probably unrelated to the conversation at hand. Her taste in clothing, music, food, just about everything is a little less than normal. It's hard to describe what "rank" she would ever be in; she doesn't really conform to anything. That lack of a social rank bothers her, however, and makes her feel like an outcast among her peers.

Kid-at-Heart: Spongebob or Scrubs? Chrys would pick a kid's show over an "adult" show any day. She loves cartoons and toys and play-pretending. She knows how to act mature, but she'd rather be over at the bouncy house than talking with adults. She doesn't get many sexual innuendos, but when she does, she turns a bright cherry red and becomes almost completely quiet. She's oblivious to flirts and often tries to make an excuse before they start to throw themselves at her. Academically, she's pretty smart; romantically though, she's more dimwitted than a goldfish.

Nerdy: She's the kind of girl who you would find analyzing a fossil than getting her hair done. She loves science to no end, especially Biology and Chemistry. She's not very nerdy in the sense of tv-show fandoms, however. If Doctor Who comes up in a conversation, she'll most likely go "Who? You don't know your own doctor's name?". Chrys' pretty open to new things though. Math is probably her hardest subject, but the lowest grade she's ever gotten in that class was a B-. She's a bit too ditzy to help out a lot with homework, but she tries to help people whenever she can. Even though she's quite smart, her common sense is lacking. She often forgets to put things up, and does things without thinking them through.

Likes: "Oh! This'll be easy!"
- Chocolate. Just give her a little bar and she'll be pleased with you for the rest of the day.
- Animals. She thinks they're adorable, and loves stroking their fur.
- Sunshine. She loves the warmth of the sun, and will be outside as long as she possibly can.
- Japanese culture. Everything from the food to the music.
- Harry Potter.
- Greek Mythology.
- Bright colors. They attract her attention very well, and cheer her up.
- The color heliotrope. It's an odd, not very known color. It's actual color somewhat varies from person to person, and that's why she loves it. One day, she wishes to get heliotrope streaks in her hair.

Dislikes: "Ack."
- Driving.
- Storms. She's not exactly scared of thunder and lightning, but she wants them gone as soon as possible.
- Extremely cold days.
- The fact that she puts in lots of fillers in her sentences.
- Being considered a freak or a weeaboo. She knows that she would qualify as one to every person if she ever talked about it, and that unnerves her.
- Blood. It freaks her out.
- Homophobia. She doesn't only dislike it, she hates it with a passion.

Fears: "Um, if I tell you, you won't try to scare me?"
- Moths. She's not too fond of butterflies, and the fact that moths are just bigger, furrier, and uglier butterflies makes them terrifying.
- Natural disasters.
- Dying without ever falling in love.
- The dark.
- Planes. Something about the whole "flying thousands of feet in the air while being entrapped in some metal contraption" freaks her out.

Dreams: "I wish to be a chemist or biologist when I grow up. Those jobs seem so cool! Being a musician would be really awesome too."

Hobbies:"Well, I like painting, practicing piano, and learning new languages. I'm currently attempting to learn German. My family and some of my friends say I'm good at singing, but I hate singing in front of others, and I'll only do it when I'm by myself. They just got lucky, or unlucky."

Background

"Guh. That's a very, very awkward question."

History: "Um, is it really that important? It is? Well, okay then. I was abandoned at birth at a orphanage. The actual building was pretty crappy. The forests surrounding it were really cool and fun to explore. I lived there for six-ish years until a gay couple came in. They were almost a godsend, I swear I thought I was never going to get adopted. Like, ever. All the others always went for the babies. They're really cool people. We moved around once or twice because of my dad's job. We finally settled in good ol' New York City, which wasn't too far from the orphanage. It's really pretty over there, unlike what other people think. I loved watching the big ball drop on New Year's Eve.Somewhere in there, I wanted to learn a new language, I decided to learn Japanese. I never talk about it. I don't want to be called a weeaboo. So, um, yeah. There you have it."
Family: "Two dads. Andy and Dave Emmerich. One works at a bakery, the other works at a pretty successful company. Got a problem with the fact that they're gay? Then get out of my face, I don't want to deal with people like you."
Pets: "Andy and Dave don't really care for pets. I like helping out at the rescue shelter though."
Significant Memories:"Um, I dunno? Getting adopted was one. What, you want three? Fine, getting the final Harry Potter book in hardback? And learning Japanese? Are those good enough?"

Appearance
"Um, do you have an eyesight deficiency?"

Hair Color:"My hair is dirty blonde, with some gold and light brown streaks."
Eye Color: "I have heterochromia. My right eye is grey, the left hazel."
Height: "Erm, five foot four. Or five. Not totally sure."
Weight: "One hundred and sixteen pounds. "
Build:"I dunno?" Chrys has a relatively normal build, she's just a bit scrawnier than usual.
Heritage:Chrysanthe is British, American, German, Greek, and the smallest bit French.

Social
"Me? Social? Yeah, not really."
Sexual Orientation: "Well, I'm demisexual."
Crush: "Nope."
Boyfriend: "No."
Exes: "Nuh-uh."
Illnesses or Disorders: "Th-that's none of your business!"

“I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”

About Me

"Uh, hi, I guess. How long is this going to last?"
Name: "The name's Carter Ryo Lewison. Carter because my mum thought it was cool; Ryo for the same reasons as above and the fact that I was born in Japan; and Lewison, well, because it was my dad's last name, what else would it be? Oh, you want definitions? Oh. Well, Carter means "Transporter of Materials", Ryo means "Exceed", and Lewison is just a form of Lewi or something. Like "Son of Lewi"."
Nickname:"Don't really have any? Sorry to disappoint."
Age:"Fourteen."
Birthday:"October 5th, 1998"
Birthplace:"U.S. Naval Hospital, Okinawa, Japan."

Getting to Know Me

"...Why is this necessary?"
Personality: Quiet: You will probably never see him start up a conversation, ever. Carter prefers to keep to himself and likes to stay in his own private world. His parents often bother him about it, but he tries not to let it get to him. Even with friends or family, he's quieter than dandelion fluff hitting the ground. When he does speak though, his words are very mild and often filled with apologies, as well as being near-unintelligable. Carter has really bad habits of staring at the ground or sky, just generally not making eye contact with the person, as well as crossing his feet, which has gotten quite a few yelling-at's from teachers.

Cynical:

Pleasant:

Brilliant: Carter is absolutely genius. Name a subject, he's probably got an A or even a A+ in that class. He absolutely despises answering questions and raising his hand unless necessary. He studies quite often, and for long periods of time. His mum also helps him with subjects he doesn't fully understand, as well as his dad. Carter isn't too fond of being smart, because even if he wanted to be friendly and sociable, no one wants to make friends with a nerd.

Lazy:

Likes: "I do like things; I'm not a empty shell."
--Sweets. Carter has a really huge sweet tooth.
--Birds, especially pigeons. He just likes them.
--School. It's the only place where he can relax and not be hounded for being "antisocial".
--Reading. A favorite pastime of his.
--Playing video games. Helps him relax and be as social as he's comfortable with.
--Being wrapped up in blankets. They're fluffy and warm and really comfortable. He loved being a little "burrito" as a kid.

Dislikes: "What? I'm only human."
--Cats and dogs. They kill birds, which puts them on his bad list.
--Most vegetables. All he enjoys is sweets, fruit, and meat.
--Loud, obnoxious people. Pretty straightforward.
--Being social. He prefers being in his own little world.
--Being somewhat cold. He despises the cold with a fiery passion.
--Homework. Carter does like school, yes, but he hates the "menial assignments that are followed after every lesson".

Fears: "..."
Carter is terrified of closed-off spaces with numerous amounts of people. If he's by himself, then as long as he can walk around, he's fine. With three or more people-numerous to him- he starts to panic. He also doesn't like bees or dragonflies very much; they were just scary to him.

Dreams: "What, like what I want to be when I'm out of school? Uh, an artist. I know it's not a reliable source of money, but it's the best job in the world in my opinion. I guess a backup plan would be a librarian."

Hobbies:"Swimming, reading, painting, and collecting trading cards. I also like playing the saxophone, but I'm never going into a school band again."

Background

"My life is like any other kid's."

History: "I'm just a military kid, that's about it." Carter was raised in many different places around the world, at least ten. He never made very many friends because he moved so often. Every year or so was a new place; the longest he's stayed in one location was four years in Japan the second time. "I'm kinda like a spill on the counter- there one moment, gone the next."
Family:"Mum's a stay-at-home mom, dad's a Chief Master Sergeant. Highest you can go in the Air Force without a high school diploma, so it's pretty cool, I guess. There's nothing else to it, to be honest. Well, aside from my older brother and sister. Randall and Michelle, twins, 23, both in college, FSU and University of Flordia respectively."
Pets:"No pets. We move around too much for that."
Significant Memories:"All my memories involve moving. I mean; dating Alicia was nice, then I moved; and then going to that Japanese school for kindergarten, moved once the year ended, and would moving here work?

Appearance
"...I'm doing some type of interview-thing, and you can't tell?"

Hair Color:"It's a dark brown."
Eye Color:"Green."
Height:"Around 5'9?"
Weight: "Maybe about 156."
Build:"I look skinny, but I really do have some muscles."

Social
"I'm just not a social person."
Sexual Orientation:"Pansexual."
Crush:"I don't do crushes."
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:"...What do you think?"
Exes: "There was one girl in sixth grade that I dated for a month, and then I had to move away."
Illnesses or Disorders: "..."

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{ { .. @ Bolts Carrot
Yes of course and where do you want your girl placed?

@ cнιαroѕcυro its fine it looks really awesome! : D your accepted.

[breeze']

Hey, This shall be my boy's form- by girl is above. It is new and God knows how long it will take... Sorry...