our deal. - closed

[aurie]

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ｓｏｍｅ ｎｉｇｈｔｓ ｉ ｓｔａｙ ｕｐ
ＣＡＳＨＩＮＧ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＢＡＤ ＬＵＣＫ
ｓｏｍｅ ｎｉｇｈｔｓ ｉ ｃａｌｌ ｉｔ ａ ｄｒａｗ
ＳＯＭＥ ＮＩＧＨＴＳ Ｉ ＷＩＳＨ ＭＹ
ｌｉｐｓ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｕｉｌｄ ａ ｃａｓｔｌｅ
ＳＯＭＥ ＮＩＧＨＴＳ Ｉ ＷＩＳＨ
ｔｈｅｙ'ｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｆａｌｌ ｏｆｆ
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form © au revoir,- character © au revior, - photos © rightful owners

❛ＣＡＬＬＡＮ ＲＯＧＥＲＳ❜
xxxxxx- -ｔｈｅ ｒｅｂｅｌｌｉｏｕｓ ｂａｂｙ
❤ x ❤ x ❤

★ → BUT I STILL W A K E UP, I STILL SEE YOUR G H O S T!

callan anne rogers has always been treated like a child. she's never hated anything more than the way her gang, the night creepers, acts towards her. no, callan can't go out patrolling. no, she can't get drunk. it was a constant cycle of disagreement upon her maturity. as a sixteen year old, miss rogers is starting to want, no, demand respect from those around her. she's always been feisty and argumentative. everything has to be done cally's way, or someone's going to get the silent treatment for days. weeks, even, if she's angry enough. her temper has consistently had an impact on the way she views things. for example, when damion and maria rogers got a divorce; she didn't come home for three weeks. for years, callan thought her parents had been madly in love. but it's come to her attention that every guy she meets is likely to turn out cheating ass. the days back when their only daughter were a baby had been deceiving. on march thirtieth, the little girl was born into the family. her parents cooed and cuddled and spoiled cally senseless. it wasn't long until reality would take hold and destroy her family. she was just so young when they got divorced, maybe only nine years old. it wasn't long after that when she was accepted into the night crawlers. her sudden rebellious streak was uncalled for and spontaneous- yet she never looked back. it became obvious after a few months or so that they only invited her out of pity, and the fact that cleo was respected among the gang. all callan wanted was to fit in with the older members. she looked up to them, not in the way a child would to a parent, but as idols. examples of the kind of person she wanted to be. none of them were exactly 'successful' but they could all get somewhere in life if they wanted to. joining up with the crawlers had a serious impact on her outlook on what society thought of gang members. the immediate branding she received was startling. that's not to say she didn't enjoy being with the night crawlers, but lately her loyalty could be questioned. to put it shortly, being the youngest sucked. it took a lot to live up to the badass expectations of being a part of their group. random passerby on the street would probably refer to callan as 'girl who took a wrong turn' or a 'the mistake in process'. frankly, cally didn't give a damn about how she was viewed, personality or appearance wise. her brown locks were often tangled and disheveled around her bony face and pale shoulders. when someone did have the courage to approach the young girl (she could be a bit intimidating at times) , they often commented on her eyes. two deep, chocolate orbs would confidently meet your gaze if you were to make eye contact with her. her tall, thin figure was impressive, her body image was one of the only things she prided herself with. overall, callan isn't considered gorgeous or sexy. 'pretty' was a better way to describe the sixteen year old.

[princess pudding]

>> Unless I'm mistaken, I reserved the hunter...

[carrie dee.]

{ great, guys! expect replies to your pm's shortly.
if you'd like to start out with any of your characters dating/in a fight with somebody/friends, etc. pm me about it.
drama/awkward situations/anything is always welcome. c:

cleo is open for anything if you want to ask. ^-^

edit;; i must have made a mistake. again, guys, i have probably 40 private messages about this roleplay in my inbox right now - let's fix this quickly, hmm? if wither of you are interested/okay with changing to the scout, pm me. ^-^ }

[misfit,]

[ .. the scout .. ]

______________ ✮ ✮ ✮________


ｙｏｕ ｍａｋｅ ｍｅ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ






ｉ'ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｌｏｃｋｅｄ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｈｅａｖｅｎ


________ ✮ ✮ ✮ ______________

the basic information ☛ [ february 1st, 1994 - eighteen - london, england - only child ]

hunter, he sure is a heart-throb. from that cheeky smile, and adorable dimples. the girls are head over heels for him. he seems like the the guy who was the perfect past, perfect family, and perfect anything. but that's just the first appearance. he's really just like the boy that is trying to scream for help. his parents and older sister passed away when he was six years old, and he remembers the accident like it was yesterday. he was sitting in the back, of the car. his sister and him arguing away, just like any brother and sister. their dad was driving. a flash of light, and everything changed from there. his father who was driving was turned around, and didn't realize the truck coming their way. hunter was the only survivor of the accident, and was lucky to only get a minor concussion. he was then flown to the states, and is now living there with his aunt and her crazy five year old cat. he didn't get used to the new life-style until he was about nine. he came out of his shell, and finally began making friends and playing sports again. just really being himself. but the boy is still begging for help. ever since the accident, he felt like there was a huge black shadow holding him back from the world. he's just pretty much a loner, and has been. then at the age of fourteen, that's when he began to become "girl-crazy". he hasn't had one serious-girlfriend, and isn't planning to anytime soon. well, he began having a bit more of a social life, expect he still feels as if he's being held back.

the interesting personality ☛ [ cheeky - romantic - lost - athletic ]

the girls go crazy over hunter, like he's some sort of movie star. i mean, who can't resist those emerald green eyes, curly brown hair, and adorable cheeky dimples? well, because of all the attention from girls, he did pick up the role of being the conceited jerk. or 'womanizer'. expect, he's not always looking in the mirror, checking himself out. once you get to know him, his true personality comes out. he's really just like any other boy. always joking around, acting super immature. loving to just sit back, relax, and watch the football or baseball game. and since he's been home alone since he was ten, he picked up the role of being responsible. so, he could live alone if he wanted to. hunter's also pretty sweet and caring. he's the type of boyfriend that bring you chocolate and movies, and stay inside with you all day during your monthly thing. he loves romantic dinners, then a movie afterwards. and he defiantly doesn't take advantage of girls, he finds it sickening. how some boys could have ten girlfriends at the same time. he's also one of those boys that doesn't care about the age. The youngest he'd date, sixteen, and the oldest is probably about twenty-three. expect, he'd rather date someone his age. and something you probably would never know about him is that he's actually a really good singer. he just keeps that a secret. also, he's a bit lost. ever since the accident the boy really didn't know what to do with himself. he just really needs someone there for him. to help him.

the boring love story ☛ [ single - straight - a few girlfriends here and there- ex: nicole woods ]

ah, the long list of girlfriends. the longest relationship he was in, probably lasted a few months. well, first he dated this girl this girl named caggie, and asked her out by singing to her. a beautiful blonde with dark green eyes. dimples across her cheeks. her adored her to pieces. then she dumped him just like that, after a few days of dating. he was left a little heartbroken, but got over it after a bit. then his second girlfriend, savannah. a pretty brunette with nice aqua blue eyes. he was more into her, then she was into him. she just really used him, so she could say 'oh, i'm dating hunter. be jealous'. they didn't last very long at all. he broke up with her because she was too clingy, and would non-stop text him. so he got annoyed. his third girl-friend, was probably the longest relationship he was in. it was with this girl named nicole. a true beauty. dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes. a lot of people actually weren't surprised they were dating. the two ended up being the type of couple everyone envied. always cuddling. wore matching hoodies. their facebook profile pictures were of the two of them. they'd always post cute, silly pictures together. they were inseparable. then she moved, and they couldn't take the long distance so they decided to end the relationship before she moved. that is defiantly something on his list of regrets, but he learned to get over it.

form © goes to otter.
character © goes to me
picture © goes to rightful owners
faceclaim; harry styles

[flare ♥]

[ the confidante.
does anybody want to have some kind of relationship with her, good or bad? please send me a pm if you have an idea. thanks! ]

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❝ ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ
ＬＯＶＥ like her
'cause lately i've been ᵂᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵁᴾ ａｌｏｎｅ
ᵖᵃᶤᶰᵗ ˢᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉᵈ ＴＥＡＲＤＲＯＰＳ
on my shirt
told you i'd ｌｅｔ ｔｈｅｍ ｇｏ． ❞

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give a little time to me, or burn this out →

Hey, my name's Jacey (Jay-See). If you really want me to spell out the whole long name for you, it's Jaclyn (Jack-lin) June (Joon) Maybell (May-bill). Everybody calls me Jacey though, do not call me Jaclyn or Jackie or any of that. Its Jacey. My mom named me Jaclyn after her best friend in high school, she had me when she was 16 and her best friend helped her through it a lot. Everybody calls her Jackie though, so it wasn't confusing or anything when I was a kid since everyone called me Jacey. Jaclyn is Hebrew and French, and in both it means "supplanter". Then my mom made my middle name June because she thought two J's would be cute (epic fail) because I was born in June and she always wanted to name her child after the month they were born in as long as it wasn't August September October November December January or February, so she got lucky I guess. June is English, and obviously it's the sixth month of the year. In case your wondering, my mom and dad got married at 18, but I'm pretty sure thats only because I was born. My dad wanted to be a good dad so he married my mom, who loves him a lot but is too dumb to see he doesn't feel the same way. Unfortunately, I didn't have supportive grandparents, and when they found out my mom was pregnant she got kicked out and never spoke to them again. My mom moved in with my Aunt Jackie, her best friend, and finished high school but didn't go to college obviously, because of little me. My mom's maiden name was Maybell, and since she married long after me I kept my name. I'm glad I did now, because I left home a very long time ago and I don't want to be connected in any way to my parents. Now that we've covered my name, lets go over a few more stuff and dig a little deeper into how I got to where I am now. I am only 19 years old, I know its a bit young to be in a gang like mine since your probably thinking I just got out of school, but I'm much older than my age. I dropped out of high school when I was 17, during my senior year, and moved out of my parents house and basically ran away. I did this because my mom hates me and my dad who I do actually like is never home. If you think I'm trying to give you some sob story or get your sympathy, I'm not, thats the last thing I want. Its not like I'm sad about it, I'm ten times happier now. I was born June 17th, 1992 at approximately 3:22AM in a small town called Krypton in New York. My mom, who is now an alcoholic who spends most of her time crying in her room over our apartment bills, loved me at first until she realized how much work I was and quickly grew to wish her mistake never happened, also because I was what kept her with my dad. We never got along, and since my dad was always working to pay for the bills I left.

we'll play hide and seek, to turn things around →

Me giving an accurate description of my physical features. Trust me to not make myself look like some kind of princess? To start with, I'm a small person in general. I'm thin, although I do have pretty good muscles if I do say so myself, I have to look at least a little tough if I'm in a gang, right? I'm probably around 5'6 or 5'7, I may not be tall but I really don't care, as long as I'm not super-short. I get this stupid petite figure from my mom, she of course loved it because it made her more girly and in her opinion more pretty. I hate it though, because its harder to seem intimidating and people seriously take you to be some misunderstood teen trying to find her way in life. I'm not that at all, don't think that! I weigh somewhere around 110 pounds, I don't check the scale too often because its like impossible for me to gain any weight because of my figure and because I don't care if I'm large or skinny. My skin is a medium shade, not really pale or tan. My cheeks are naturally tinted red, so if you think I'm blushing your wrong. I don't really do the whole blush and giggle and bat your eyes thing. My nose is basically just a curve, nothing special. My eyebrows are a bit thick are a dark shade of brown. I have only a few freckles that are really pale and almost blend in with my skin at the top of my cheekbones. I have long legs which work to my advantage (not so I can rock any sort of clothes if thats what your wondering) for running. Thank God I'm flexible too, it helps with fighting. My hair is long, it doesn't get cut very often and therefore is down to about two inches about my elbows. Naturally my hair is wavy, many tell me its beach wavy. Its a lighter shade of brown, like my skin, right between dark and light. I dye the tips of my hair light blue, pretty high up on some strands. I did that my self, which I am oddly proud of since I've never been good with hair or makeup or clothes. My eyelashes are a dark, dark brown and are thick like my eyebrows. My eyes are a dark blue-green color, with flecks of gray and the occasional bright green. My eyes would probably be my favorite feature, because of what I can do with them. If I'm ever caught stealing something or doing something "bad", I can make my eyes look really wide and innocent and I've actually gotten out of a lot of stuff using that. If I want to be intimidating or mean, my eyes go really cold, or as I like to say "steely". If I want to hide my emotions I simply shield them away through my eyes, don't think I'm a good actress because of this because I'm not. Its just my eyes. Overall, I don't know if I'm pretty or not, I guess you can decide that.

all i want, is the taste that your lips allow →

Because this is totally your business, I'm going to tell you about all my relationships now. We'll begin with family. From my history, its pretty obvious I ended up being an only child, so no siblings. One was definitely more than enough for my mom. Me and my mom basically hate each other, never had that mother-daughter connection. My dad, I did love. He was kind and sweet and would always help me back up after my mom knocked me down. But that was when I was little. As I got older he came to the house less and less often, he was always at work and times got much harder. Not to mention he was cheating on my mom with another girl, which I actually applaud him for doing. He was prepared to leave to go live with that girl right before I left too, so I saved myself the trouble of having to deal with my mom alone and packed my bags. As for friends, all of them were either drop outs like me or people who lived in my neighborhood. I was never really great friends with any of them, so it didn't hurt much when I left. I made new "friends" after I joined this gang, we call ourselves the Day Trotters. I'm the confidante, or second-in-command. I should be leader, I'm the done who does all the work around here. But I kind of like it, the leader title would be a little too much for me. I guess I appreciate that our leader puts off his role a bit in the gang, it gives me a chance to work more. As for somebody outside my gang, theres this girl in the Night Creepers. She's like the leader of that gang, but she and my leader used to go out and she kinda hates me, so I hate her. Simple as that.

give me love →

The most difficult part, explaining me. I'm... complicated. As you've probably figured out already, I'm not really a happy person. I'm not like those bright energetic girls who act crazy but people seem to love them. Instead, I'm more of the sarcastically funny type who's tough and doesn't let anybody in. I'm pretty rude when I wanna be, I usually have really good comebacks and I tease my friends a lot jokingly. But if you get me mad, you'll know. When I get mad, I really get mad. Like I said, I'm tough. That is probably the best word to describe me. Although I can appear mean, I am actually just brutally honest. Also, I would never actually bully somebody, thats not me unless they really piss me off and I hate them. Sure I'm stubborn, but I don't say things to hurt people (unless they really annoy me), I just say the truth. I will of course aim to hurt somebody if they've done something bad to me or my friends, even though my friends list is quite low. This isn't because I'm some loser who doesn't know how to make friends, I literally chooses not to trust people. I don't like trusting people, which is why its very hard to get a secret out of me. I am pretty unreadable, you can't tell my emotions unless I want you to. If I want you to know I'm mad, I'll clench her jaw and there will be a dark fire burning in my eyes. If I am happy, I'll grin. You don't need to know what I looks like when I'm sad, because I would never ever show somebody that I am sad. I think that reveals weakness, and thats what I cannot have. I don't care about looks or reputations when it comes to liking somebody, as a friend or a crush. I only care about the personality. I am pretty cool if you actually become my friend, I'm funny with my honesty and if you earn my trust I'm very loyal. I'm a bit of a tomboy and love the city. I am also an excellent fighter, strategist, and leader, so do not get on my permanent bad side. You'll regret it, because I'm afraid to hurt. Surprisingly enough, I am also one of those girls you end up wanting to impress, because I don't care about popularity and I'm really down to earth.

© of form goes to me (flare ♥)
© of character goes to me (flare ♥)
© of pictures go to their original owners (found using bing.com/images)

[shay ;]

reserved for me and the swindle. c: her name is piper flynn, but call her vixen or vixey. fc. - amber heard

ｐｉｐｅｒ ａｄｒｉａｎａ ｆｌｙｎｎ


ｈｅ ｃａｌｌｓ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ 'ｄａｒｌｉｎｇ'．
ｊｕｓｔ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｈｅ ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｈａｖｅ
ａｎｙ ｃｌｕｅ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｎａｍｅｓ ａｒｅ．

{ piper } - { 'vixey' } - { adriana } - { flynn }

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ａ ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｉｓ ａ ｗｏｍａｎ ｙｏｕ ｎｏｔｉｃｅ;
ａ ｃｈａｒｍｅｒ ｉｓ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｎｏｔｉｃｅｓ ｙｏｕ;
ｔｈｅ ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ ｏｎｅ ｋｅｅｐｓ ｈｉｄｄｅｎ．

{ a } - { different } - { looking } - { lady }

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ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ．
ｔｈａｔ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ｇｏｅｓ ａ ｌｏｎｇ ｗａｙ．
ｉｎ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｓｅ ｉ'ｍ ｉｍｍｏｒｔａｌ

{ the } - { girl } - { who } - { was } - { a } - { freak }

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[princess pudding]

>> Hmm...well, please let me know once you've gotten things sorted out ^^
I'm positive I reserved the hunter, but it's alright if it was taken somehow.

[carrie dee.]

{ great, guys. all we need is the scout before we begin!
i hope you all had a wonderful holiday. ^-^ }

[indefinite,]

{{ bump~ }}

[skyl_er]

[ Isn't the scout above? wisdom. ? ]