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ＷＥ'ＶＥ ＢＥＥＮ ＴＨＲＯＵＧＨ ＡＬＯＴ,

It all started out when six best friends came to be. First day of freshman year, when students piled into advisory. The room is filled with freshman chatting away about the latest gossip and their summer. Your eyes scan the rows of desks, and fall into place in a corner in the back where a few others sit, the bad kids, or so you thought. From that day on you'd make your way into advisory and saunter your way to the desk in the back corner, and sit with the same five faces you'd end up calling your bestfriends a year- and many more- later.

By sophomore year, it was all figured out. The kids in the corner where now your daily dose of excitement, the ones you trusted with every ounce of your highschool life. It was rather unfortunate you all wouldn't have advisory again, but you made it work, having the same lunch and hanging out as much as you all could. They understood you, and you understood them. Rather funny the 'bad kids' would turn out to be your bestfriends.

Junior year was the year for the group of six; everyone knew the clique, who wouldn't? They'd made it into the yearbook as the 'bestfriends' for the second time now. As you grew your friends grew, but they never changed. You never failed to keep the close bond you shared, no matter what obstacles of highschool would try and ruin it.

Senior year was probably the craziest of the four you experienced. Walking across the stage in a cap in gown- being able to do it with your five bestfriends. Funny how one little decision back in freshman year could effect your years in highschool as much as they did. Transforming the kids in the back corner into the kids you trusted with your life.

Fallouts? Of course, every group of friends has them, relationships here, breakups there, and sure, the whole group has fallen into a rocky situation at times, and even when the fighting is over it doesn't mean that everyone is forgiven and everything is forgotten. For some, it's easy to pretend you're okay, and for others, not so much. Things happen, and it's easy to things aren't how they used to be, so after graduation a big trip to Miami, Florida has been planned in hopes of patching the holes and moving forward in life. They've been there for everything, and you don't want to lose them now. Of course, things never go as planned, and it's likely this trip isn't going to be the perfect paradise getaway everyone had hoped for.

ＢＵＴ ＨＯＷ ＬＯＮＧ ＣＡＮ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ ＬＡＳＴ？

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→ This is a semi-literate roleplay. All I ask is that you are able to provide us with four or more, well written, detailed sentences to work with. Not much, right? If you want to write more, it's alright with me. Now, because I only ask for four sentences- writers block won't be much of an excuse. It's not too difficult to think of four sentences, right? Now for posting, I ask that you don't include any Fontmeme or photos in your posts, as it is considered spam. Please make your posts "pretty" though, by using colors and such.
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ＥＬＩＺＡＢＥＴＨ & ＣＡＲＳＯＮ

the sweet and the goof
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ＳＡＭＡＮＴＨＡ & ＲＹＫＥＲ

the party animal and the bad apple
the party animal had originally dated the jock, a typical couple with a typical story, bestfriends, went out to a party, and what happened happened. so yes, things were official for a while. unfortunately, it didn't last. the couple just didn't work, it was one of those things that seemed perfect, but just too perfect to last. upon splitting, the jock moved on, as did the partier. eventually things with the bad apple heated up, and they became official. unfortunately, not all feelings the partier had for the jock were completely drowned out- and with the new girl aboard, how will she take things? now for the bad apple is just that. sometimes the pair can clash, and the relationship is a little on edge sometimes, but so far things have worked in their favor. the bad apple can sometimes butt head with the sweet, but can get along with the guys quiet well for the most part.
ＳＨＩＬＯＨ & ＪＯＮＡＴＨＡＮ

the new girl and the jock
after things ended with the party animal, the jock eventually met the new girl. their relationship is the basic young teenager relationship. there are the petty fights and scrummages, but if things end it's not long before the two are talking it out and back together. he tries to make things normal around the party animal, and for the most can act like they never dated. the new girl is just what she sounds. she's new to the circle, and doesn't really know anybody other than the jock. so I guess you could say she's the one with the clean slate. some are okay with letting her in, others not so much. the jock is often in disagreements or small arguments with the party animal due to the previous relationship, and maybe a tad bit of jealousy here and there.

[Fascai]

ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｇｉｒｌ ｓｈｅ ｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ，
ｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｆｌｅｗ ａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒ ｒｅａｃｈ ｓｏ ｓｈｅ ｒａｎ ａｗａｙ
ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｓｌｅｅｐ， ａｎｄ ｄｒｅａｍｅｄ ｏｆ ｐａｒａ－ｐａｒａ－
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ＳＨＥ ＣＬＯＳＥＤ ＨＥＲ ＥＹＥＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＮＩＧＨＴ， ＴＨＥ ＳＴＯＲＭＹ ＮＩＧＨＴ， ＡＷＡＹ ＳＨＥ'Ｄ ＦＬＹ．

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[ ＮＡＭＥ ] [ ｆｅｍａｌｅ ] [ ｎｉｎｅｔｅｅｎ ]
"Quiet the cliche name for a girl growing up in England, don't you think?" Elizabeth here. A name that consists of nine letters, four syllables, is pronounced E-li-za-beth, and was also bestowed upon the queen. Oh, uh, right, sorry. Elizabeth Halden, to be more precise. Halden consisting of six letters, two syllables, and is pronounced Hal-den which belongs to.. nobody important, more than likely. Now you might or might not want to know why my parents chose this name, but I'm telling you anyway. Ready? Here we go. My mum is the type of person who plans ahead for everything. Not really is she a control freak, but she likes to keep things organized and planned instead of waiting last minute, which is what my father likes to do. So basically, as soon as my mum found out she was indeed pregnant, she sat my father down and came up with two full names, one being a girl's and one being a boy's. They decided they'd be different, and choose not to give me a middle name, and who the hell knows why, but they went through with the decision. For choosing names, my father contributed Elizabeth, and Cristofer, and my mum put in Delilah and Timothy. The name Elizabeth was brought into the equasion because his grammy was named this, and she was quiet a big deal in his life, so it wasn't really much of a surprise dad brought the name back into the family in honor of her. Cristofer came from just the love of the name, he said when he was small he wished that it was his name. He eventually met a kid in middle year named Cris, and they became best buddies. Later Cris unfortunately died in an accident final year. I'm almost positive he had mentioned the name would have been in honor of his best mate, and simply because he'd always liked it. For my mum, it's a little bit of a different story. Delilah was just a name she'd skimmed across on a name website, and she liked it, so she decided to scribble it down on the baby name list. She'd secretly been hoping it was a girl anyway, so this list was a lot longer than the boy name list. She'd even before mentioned the fact she hoped I had a twin just so she could use the name Delilah. It is pretty, I must agree, but mum was going a little overboard. She'd wanted to call my Delly for short, but dad wasn't to fond of that idea. Isn't that what you call sandwhich markets? Something like that, anyway. Then comes the name Timothy. This name also came from the internet. She'd liked the simplicity, and it was easy to grab nicknames from. Tim, Timmy, Timo. You see what I mean? Dad thought this was the most repulsive name ever. His face was priceless- you shouldn't have missed it. His nose was crinkled and his eyebrows furrowed as if he'd just smelt something ridiculous. It was pretty funny, and it resulted in instant elimination- or rather a red ink mark through the name on the notepad as soon as it was mentioned. Gotta love dad. Anyway, once mum had left the doctor with the exciting news of the new baby's gender, the name Cris was marked off and left Delilah and Elizabeth. To this day I still wonder how Rowan won this, Anne is the most hardheaded woman I've met to this day. I guess it doesn't really matter how Elizabeth was chosed over Delilah, because it was, and so on January 15th, 1993, I was named Elizabeth Halden. Halden, obviously a last name I had no choice in. Anne and Rowan were married, so it only made sense that this was my last name. For nicknames, there are multiple you could pull from the full name Elizabeth, but the most common I hear is Liz. Whatever works for you, I suppose.

[ ＬＯＯＫＳ ] [ 1 2 3 ｌｂｓ ] [ 5 . 5ｆｔ ｔａｌｌ ]
"input" So on to how I look? Well, seems simple enough, I suppose. In case you haven't already noticed, I have brunette hair. It's not necessarily dark, though it isn't light either. I guess you could say it's like chocolate pudding brown? Does that make any since? I don't gave any highlights, in fact, I've never dyed my hair. I've always been afraid to. I've heard that if you bleach your hair it makes it fall out, and from then on I've kind of just stayed clear of dye. Though on occasion, like Halloween, I'll buy the spray or sometimes use oil pastels to add a few non-permanent colors to my ends; though it's always been for fun. My hair isn't really thick, but it isn't incredibly thick. It'l often frizz if I don't properly tend to it in the mornings, so when I'm feeling lazy I'll just throw a beanie over a messy bun and head out. It's naturally wavy, not tight curls, just waves- and I rarely straighten it, as I prefer it wavey over straight. My hair falls only a bit past my shoulders, about medium lengthed, I'd say. As for eyes, they appear to be more of a gray-ish green. You know how people claim they can tell a story just by someone's eyes? Well, I guess you could say that.. well, anyways. Normally, my eyes are just gray-green. Somewhat a moss colored green, with gray flecks I guess you'd call it. When I'm in a good mood, I've been told my eyes seem to be a little lighter, and when I'm upset, they appear darker. It all seems a little weird to me, but that's what I've been told. I have somewhat long eyelashes, and their pleasantly dark; so I tend not to wear much mascara, because I've never really needed it. I'll usually only wear it when I'm actually trying to look good for someone; which is hardly ever the case. Eyebrows? They're quiet thin, I prefer to get them threaded over having them waxed so they're a nice shape. They're about the same color of my hair, and I think they're supposed to be... For my nose, I guess it's alright. I can deal with it, anyways. As for my mouth, I don't really have big lips. They're decent, I mean, I've learned to like them. This is weird. Anyways, they're a nice shade of pink. Skin complexion wise- I'm not really orange tan, though I'm not snowflake white. I guess it's a nice light tan color, which is fine with me. Atleast tanning isn't a must. For my height, I probably stand about 5'5. Not the tallest gal' out there. I get that I'm shorter than most guys, in fact, I'm reminded of it by their snoody little remarks. No need to remind me more than I already am. Atleast I can reach the top shelf in a supermarket without standing on my tippy-toes. And it's not like I can't ride the rollercoasters or anything.. I just choose not to. Weight-wise.. wait a minute, haven't you heard it's impolite to ask a girl how much she weighs? Just kidding. I coulde care less, honestly. It's only a number. I weigh maybe 123 pounds. Now before you start, yes I eat food. No, I'm not anorexic. What kind of question is that? I quiet like food, actually. I eat it a lot. I just have a rather fast metabolism. Not that big of a deal. Like most girls, I have my ears pierced. They where pierced when I was small, actually, just once in each lobe- so I really had no say. Despite the fact I never even wear earrings, the holes are still open, and on special occasions I might wear studs or something, never large hoops, though, I find them repulsive. Otherwise, I'm peircing-less.. Is that even a word? Right then, now for tattoos, I do have one It's nothing too major. I have it on the inside of my right wrist. I'd been planning to get a tattoo for quiet some time, so I finally nerved up and got this on my seventeenth birthday. It has meaning, it's not just something I decided to permanently mark my body with for no reason. That's what sharpies are for.

[ ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ] [ ｓｗｅｅｔ ] [ ｏｐｔｉｍｉｓｔｉｃ ]
I'm the quiet one on most occasions. You know what I mean, right? The one who isn't usually noticed in school because she's quiet enough to have been forgotten? The one where when the teacher does role and calls my name people look around and say "whose that?" Yeah, that's me. I'm always referred to as the "quiet" girl. Everyone thinks I'm quiet, and I honestly don't understand it... alright, I understand why. I was never a loud person who can take control of a situation in a snap or be so outgoing that they can make friends in an instant. I've never been able to keep a conversation flowing. To be truthful the conversations we have could be rather blunt if we aren't close. This usually gave me trouble when talking or presenting came into place during class. I guess that's a pretty good thing, though. I seem to always have something to say. A comment to make or something to point out. I'm quiet the honest girl. I tend to tell people exactly what I think and I don't think many people like that about a person. Basically I was saving myself without even realizing it. Confrontation doesn't really work for me. I don't know, I just can't deal with people pointing out my flaws and such. I guess in a way, you could call me insecure, but I don't see it that way. I can't handle rude people- I just can't. No matter how hard I try to just man-it-up and take whatever someone has to say, in the end I still take it to heart, even when I know it isn't true. Like everyone else, I've wanted to be able to simply just shrug off criticism and move on, but I just can't. Although I'm insecure with myself, I do find myself standing up for others. Weird, right? I need to start taking my own advice. I don't know, I mean, I can't really stand up for myself, but if I see someone around me getting hurt because of what some irrelevant human being is saying I feel like I should say something. Kind of like a superhero.. If someone is rude to me, I tend to snap back at them. Sassy seems like a good word for it. Sarcasm is rather a lovely thing. I don't really think of what I'm about to say I just go for it, even when I don't like when people are upset or angry with me. I just want to fix it and move on. The stupidest fights can do the craziest things, and I suppose in a way I'm afraid of what they could do if I don't try and fix the problem. Basically, I can never stay mad at anyone. I begin to feel guilty as soon as the fight finishes and I just want to make things better again. Now when I warm up to you, I'm not exactly quiet. Once I warm up, I'm a pretty friendly person, to an extent anyways. Just stay on my good side and you should be fine. I mean, I talk, sometimes a lot. I don't mind sitting around, cracking jokes, and just having a little fun. A lot of people are pretty surprised once they know the real me. They claim I'm a "completely different person". I'm just different around certain people. Some even call me carefree, which isn't entirely true. Like I mentioned, yeah, I'll have fun with you, pull pranks and all, but I'm deffinantly not going to go trashing people's mailboxes. I'm not the type. I guess I could be carefree to an extent, but it's only once I've warmed up and have become comfortorable around you. Even then, I won't do anything to crazy. I still like to ponder the consequences before jumping into things... besides what I say, though. That just tends to slip out.

[ ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ] [ ｔｈｅ ｍａｔｈ ｆｒｅａｋ ｆｒｏｍ ｍａｌｖｅｒｎ ]
In the cool blowing air, on a near silent night in January near four twenty seven in the morning in Malvern Worcestershire, the Halden household shuffled with excitement as Rowan towed my mum's "bring with" bag on one shoulder and her hand in the other as they carefully but hurredly headed towards the car to start towards the hospital. My mum wasn't very worried, you see, like I had mentioned, she'd always been one to plan ahead. As soon as she found she was pregnant she'd found the hospital she'd like to give birth at, and a day before her ninth month she put a room on reservation for sometime in the next three weeks. [the due date was the fourteenth] She had everything packed two months before, a bag sitting by the door during her eighth and ninth month, and my carseat already strapped into the back of the car. So eventually, a few hours later a five pound and four ounce baby girl was born. Proud parents Rowan and Anne bestowing the name Elizabeth Halden upon her before she was wheeled away to get cleaned up, but she never came back. No, I didn't die, that wouldn't even make sense? I'd had fluid in my lungs, and I had a difficult time breathing properly on my own, and even a few times I'd forget to even breath. This definitely threw off my mum's original plans on how everything was supposed to play out during the first week of my arrival. Week, which eventually turned into month, should I say. I was kept in the intensive care unit along with other infants who'd been ill born or had problems such as I. I was kept in an incubator, wires and monitors plugged in everywhere. It was quiet the crazy scene. During this time, the vein you can see running across your foot popped on my left side, and earned me quiet a weird scar. Luckily enough, that's all I was taken away with. Baby Elizabeth was still in one piece upon her well overdue arrival home. From there, I did the normal baby thing, just started off a little late. Life was normal for two years until the talk of a second baby began drifting around the house. At the time I was too small to care, so I can't really remember much except for the fact that Timothy Carter Halden was born. I would tell you how my mum won dad over with the name, but that's innapropriate. Just remember Anne likes to plan ahead. He was born six pounds five ounces, perfectly fine, and was able to come home a few days after his arrival.

Growing up in the Halden house from then on was normal. As the years passed, Timothy and Elizabeth grew, and began school. For a while Elizabeth participated in dance academy, ballet being her main course of dance, though she liked to catch a few hip-hop lessons then and there. She wasn't top in class, no, that spot went to a girl Catherine Dubree. Elizabeth was second, basically taking spot as Catherine's understudy in most performances, though taking over first after Catherine moved around the age of fifteen.

One thing that kept Elizabeth up to date on ontop of her schoolwork was dance, this was a compromise that was introduced in her early years, and it's been kept up from then on. Her best subjects are math and biology, english following behind and geography hanging a tad farther back. In fact, Liz is a gifted math student, now, not a kid genius, but her swift mind got her in in advanced maths, biology, english, and geography. She was considered a nerd, and if you're one to believe in stereotypes then I suppose it's easy to say it's a true accusation. She had always kept ontop of schoolwork, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to be in dance. Like everyone else, it wasn't easy and breezy taking every main course in advanced, in fact, it was quiet hard, and she caught herself falling behind often. Most weekends while other kids were out having fun with friends she'd be away in her room studying or finishing a book report, or perhaps performing at a dance recital or late practice. There was one point she'd even considered dropping the advanced courses all together, though quickly decided against it. Aside from her troubles in keeping up grades in geography, at the same time she was being offered spots in the mathletes and the biology UIL team, though Liz decided to simply stick to the math route, one she knew wouldn't embarass herself in. work in progress;

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⊰ keeping it basic !

name; shiloh katherine grey
nickname; shiloh or shi
pronunciation; shie - low
gender; female
orientation; straight
age; eighteen
birthdate; january twenty-ninth
birthplace; tampa, florida

On January twenty-ninth, a little baby girl was born in Central Florida to a young couple, just wed. More specifically, she was born in Tampa, population three-hundred fourty-six thousand and thirty-seven. The newlyweds named her Shiloh, for no reason at all. They were a young couple, and, I suppose they liked the movie. Since her father, Nolan, chose her first name, her mother decided on Katherine for her middle name. She was actually named after her mother, herself, who's first name was Katherine. A bit selfish, dontcha think? When they did, in fact, confirm she was of the female race, and that she was healthy enough to go home, Shiloh was taken to the couple's small apartement near the center of the large city. It was like most of the apartements in Tampa, with the electronic doorbell and fancy elevator in back. Growing up in such a large city had a big impact on Shiloh's lifestyle, as well as her personality, but not in the way you'd think. Instead of becoming consumed in the fancy-smancy ways of the city, and adoring the every day hustle-bustle of the crowds, she spent her entire life wishing to get away from all that; just tobe free from it all. Her community was completely Christian, so she was raised to only like boys, and that's how it has stayed. Of course, she wouldn't be afraid to try something new, but doing so in an aspect of her life such as her sexuality had never really appealed to her. BDon't get me wrong, she has absolutely nothing against gays, she just wouldn't volunteer to be placed in their shoes. As she got older, Shiloh made friends and lost friends, many of which attempted to give her nicnames such as Shi-Shi, or Kat. But, other than Shi, or simply Shiloh, she won't answer to anything else.

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⊰ don't i look fabulous ?

weight; one hundred and thirty
pounds
height; about five feet, seven
inches
eye colour; sea green
hair colour; light brown
hair style; naturally straight
tattoos; a cross on her finger,
flying birds on her arm, and
a feather on her wrist.
skin tone; fair and freckled
scars; none
piercings; her ears are pierced

Unfortunately, Shiloh isn't the type of girl that guys would glance at twice. She would never be considered for a modeling job, but at least she isn't a greasy, acne covered teen. Standing at about 5"7, this girl doesn't exactly tower, but is considerably tall, compared to the petite girls her age. She weighs about one hundred and thirty pounds, more or less. She has a bit of a curve, with hips, although not much to show for up top. Her genes failed her during puberty, leaving the eighteen year old with little to no shape in that area. They did, however, give her long limbs, which gives her an advantage when it comes to running or racing. Her naturally straight hair falls just past her shoulders, creating the shape of a 'V' overtop her shoulder-blades. She might add a curl or a bounce in there once in a while, but usually she wears it as is - straight as a ruler. As is quite common for brunettes, her eyes are a light, sea foam greenish hue, with small flecks of gold within, that are there if you look hard enough. Not that anyone ever does. Shiloh's gaze is often described as cynical and judging, even though she isn't so. Shiloh relies heavily on sarcasm to make a conversation enjoyable for her, which most likely are where people get that judgemental aspect from. Her flesh isn't very exciting either. She can either stay inside and deal with her freckles and porcelain skin, or go outside and burn redder than a lobster. It wasn't a difficult choice. But, added to that pale skin, she has three tattoos. One, she got when she turned eighteen, is a feather on her wrist. She's always thought feathers were pretty in general, so this one doesn't really mean much other than just being what it is. A feather. Secondly, she has a tiny cross on her finger. This was her first tattoo, even before the feather, that was really just an expirament to see if she could handle the pain. She is, in fact, Christian, so when she asked for the options for a tiny tattoo, and a cross came up, she immediately agreed to it. Lastly, she has her youngest tattoo, one she only recieved a few months ago, with small birds fluttering across her arm. This one sort of symbolizes her longing to be free, or at least, she thinks it does. Wanting to go out and live her own life; fly away, if you will.

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⊰ quite the person !

good traits; playful, intelligent,
imaginitive
bad traits; sarcastic, impatient,
not focused
strengths; cunning, competitive
weaknesses; falling too hard
likes; surfing - singing - sketching
dislikes; plastics - jerks - dull
phobias; arachnaphobic

If it wasn't already clear, Shiloh Grey was completely consumed in her dreams of another life. This was only because she spent her time in the crowds, learning and remembering names of her parents' many friends and co-workers that she needed to 'make a good impression on, so they believed that her parents had created a good household, and could do so in the office, as well'. So, naturally, that is the exact opposite of how young Miss Grey wants to spend her life. She's always dreamed of an open countryside, or a small town with a park in the center, or even an isolated cabin in the woods where you can just sit back and sip on coffee while reading romance novellas. She wants to live in a town where everyone knows everyone else, and you aren't considered a nobody if you have less than five-hundred friends on facebook. Her biggest concern isn't keeping up with the latest fashion trends, or having the cell phone number of the cutest boy in class. The one thing she wants to do more than anything is just get away; get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and actually start living.
Being such a dreamer is a blessing and a curse. More of a curse when she's required to socialize with people. Shiloh is always the one who tends to drift off to her own imagination, and can't focus on a single word anyone else is saying. Sometimes it's a little annoying - having to work with someone who has the attention span of a three-year old in a candy shop. It's a bad habit, something she's trying to get over as she gets older. Apparently not everyone enjoys exploring and learning new things. Why wouldn't you? The idea has always confused her, why people wouldn't want to work their imaginations a little bit, and think of other places, other things, other people, all out there waiting on you. This isn't saying Shiloh goes out and jumps off a plane every day. These thoughts of taking risks and becoming someone don't make her a daredevil. Daredevils do stupid things for absolutely no reason.
Everything Shiloh does - or wants to one day do - has a purpose.
Even so, Shiloh isn't off in her own little world all the time. She is quite sarcastic, and has a pretty good sense of humor. Her laugh in general is hilarious, being so high pitched and well, tinkly. It fits her personality absolutely perfectly. Shiloh's clever enough to think of pranks or things to do to get back at someone. In most cases, Shiloh wouldn't associate herself in the 'getting back at someone' crowd. Her sarcasm can actually come in quite handy when someone decides to make a smart remark about her, or anyone she cares about. So, no, she doesn't physically or emtionally get back at them, she uses her sharp wit and quick tongue. In tough situations, Shiloh can easily stay calm and think things through before something awful happens. Her large imagination can come in handy for other things besides just daydreaming, y'know. She can usually think up a reasonable explenation for just about anything needed.
Some of Shiloh's favorite things are surfing, singing, and sketching. Being born in Tampa Florida, in a state that is almost completely water-locked, of course, she'd gonna spend the majority of her time at the beach. That was the one thing that she knew she would miss if she ever moved to a more rural setting was the water - the sound of the waves lapping up against the sand, underlined by the cawing seagulls. She started surfing when she was probably no more than seven years old, and she was addicted. She didn't ever want to spend any of her time doing anything else; she wanted to live her life out on the water. Shiloh's second great love is singing. Miss Musicality would be an excellent nickname to give the young brunette. Sort of adding on to her ability to stay un-focused, Shiloh can't seem to do anything without singing, or humming a tune under her breath. She does everything with headphones over her ears, or a radio playing nearby. Music is her life, and she loves it. Plus, she's not to shabby when it comes to her voice. She isn't one of those girls who thinks they're amazing at something, when, in truth, they couldn't hit a single note. No, actually, she's the other way around. She really can sing, but she would deny it if anyone ever told her so. Sure, she'd thank them for it, but she'd probably shake her head as she spoke. Lastly, the girl loves sketching. Drawing. Coloring. All of the above. That's one of the many reasons she wants to get out of the crowded city, is so she can get to the country-side, and have a bit more motivation for her art. Drawing skyscraper after skyscraper gets a bit old, y'know?
On the other hand, the list of things she dislikes is vast. To narrow it down, three things she hates are plastics, jerks, and anything dull. Plastics, if you don't already know, are the barbie-type girls. With the bleach-blonde hair and the anorexic waist-lines. The type that picks up the quarter-backs. She can't stand 'em. Even if you are pretty, you don't have to go around being cocky about it. Arrogance is her main pet peeve. She doesn't like jerks, either. But, then, who does? The words ' if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all' really stuck with her through childhood, and she firmly believes that other should live by them too. And, lastly, she hates anything dull. And I mean anything. She doesn't like dull people, dull colors, dull shapes. Yes, shapes. She prefers trapezoids over circles, if you were wondering.
Shiloh is a pretty brave person. She doesn't cower from things like bugs or snakes. One thing she can't stand would be spiders, though. And, no, before you say anything, spiders do not count as a bug. There's a difference.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ＳＴＵＣＫ ＩＮ ＨＥＲ ＤＡＹＤＲＥＡＭ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

⊰ way back when !

parents; nolan & katherine grey
good memories; taking care of
her little brother, family trip
to france when she was seven.
bad memories; her uncle's
death
pets; a cat named Rayze
siblings; lucas grey

Growing up in such an urban area can have a huge impact on someone, especially Shiloh. Her parents were, and still are, what you'd consider 'business-oriented'. Honestly, they were just a couple that couldn't seem to escape the modern world. At first, Shiloh found their calculating, busy ways quite intriguing. But then she began to notice other families, and how they were all the exact same way. Soon, she came to the conclusion that that entire city was just like her own family, and she wasn't wrong. It was almost instant, her realization that she wanted to be different. Shiloh wanted to change the world, somehow, some way. She had to think of an alternative method to reach her goal.
When Shiloh was four, her parents had another baby. Their elder girl was fascinated by her brand new brother, even as he grew to become the favorite. Since day one, Lucas had been a suck-up. He did almost everything she was asked, never complaining to a soul. Shiloh didn't hate him or anything, that would be childish. Actually, it didn't bother her a bit how her younger brother had sort of taken her place as the baby of the family. It began to give her more and more opportunities to go off on her own, doing what she pleased. She got chances to explore and discover that she wouldn't have been presented with if she had been shown all of the attention that Lucas had. So, she thanked her little brother for being born, in a way.
When she was seven, Shiloh began to grown really close to her uncle, Ryder. He was the strange one of the family, or, at least, everyone else considered him as such. He was a painter. He traveled the world, seeing what there was to see, just for the point of seeing it. He painted what he saw, and would make an effort to bring back something for Shiloh each time he went off on one of his expeditions. It could be a drawing of his own, or something much more simple, like a necklace. But nothing bland, not ever. ot anything like a stupid snowglobe. Bleh. But, unfortunately, that only lasted until the girl's fifteenth birthday. Her uncle Ryder was in a plane crash, on his way back home from the Californian coast; a crash from which there were no survivors. Since then - or since the day she met her uncle, really - Shiloh had swarn that she would one day live a life like that, so free, so full of wonder. Maybe that was what made her such a dreamer.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ＢＥＥＮ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＳＩＮＣＥ ＥＩＧＨＴＥＥＮ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

⊰ oh, sweet romeo !

crush; none at the moment
boyfriend; not her main concern
ex-boyfriends; a few, none worth
mentioning.
type; has to be able to make her
laugh, and be good to her
kids; not wanted

If it wasn't already clear, Shiloh's dreamy side can sometimes get in the way. And, considering her relationships, this is no exception. Her expectations for life are far too high, you could say. She dreams of a fairytale wedding, with a prince charming sweeping her off of her feet, and living an easy life, maybe even having a kid or two. But, of course, she has come to figure out that things like that only happen in, well, fairytales. Don't get me wrong, she's still open for love, and can easily crush on a guy who shows her affection. A little bit too quickly, in fact. She falls very easily. And has, before, in the past. But, they were most definitely not her prince charmings, I can tell you that much. So, yeah, she dreams of the perfect guy coming along one day, and just taking her by storm. But, as of now, she's beginning to doubt that it'll ever happen. Maybe one day a really nice guy will see the good and her, and make a point of proving to her that she deserves him, and that he deserves her, of course. Maybe. That seems to be the girl's catch phrase for pretty much everything; maybe. Maybe one day she'll live in a small town wherer you aren't a nobody if you don't wear stalletos. Maybe one day she'll be like her uncle, Ryder, traveling the world and going off to do greater things. And maybe one day the perfect guy will come along. Just, maybe.

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ＷＨＩＴＥ ＬＩＰＳ , ＰＡＬＥ ＦＡＣＥ - ＢＲＥＡＴＨＩＮＧ ＩＮ ＳＮＯＷＦＬＡＫＥＳ

ＬＩＧＨＴ'Ｓ ＧＯＮＥ , ＤＡＹ Ｓ ＥＮＤ - ＳＴＲＵＧＧＬＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＰＡＹ ＲＥＮＴ

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⊰ keeping it basic !

name; carson maxfield day
nickname; carse
pronunciation; car-son
gender; male
orientation; straight
age; nineteen
birthdate; february first
birthplace; westminster london, england

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ＬＯＮＧ ＮＩＧＨＴＳ , ＳＴＲＡＮＧＥ ＭＥＮ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

⊰ don't i look fabulous ?

weight; one hundred and fourty-
six pounds
height; about five feet, nine
inches
eye colour; emerald green
hair colour; chocolate brown
hair style; mops of curls
tattoos; none, surprisingly
skin tone; fair and freckled
scars; none
piercings; nope

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▬▬▬▬ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＥＹ ＳＡＹ , ＳＨＥ'Ｓ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＣＬＡＳＳ Ａ ＴＥＡＭ ▬▬▬▬

⊰ quite the person !

good traits; outgoing, playful,
creative
bad traits; taking things seriously.
strengths; making someone smile
weaknesses; knowing the
difference between time for
jokes and time for something
serious.
likes; sleeping - singing - cars
dislikes; trains - surfing - dull
phobias; drowning

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ＳＴＵＣＫ ＩＮ ＨＥＲ ＤＡＹＤＲＥＡＭ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

⊰ way back when !

parents; maxfiel & rachel day
good memories; most of his
earlier childhood.
bad memories; when his sister died.
pets; a cat named cocoa
siblings; the late hannah day

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ＢＥＥＮ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＳＩＮＣＥ ＥＩＧＨＴＥＥＮ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

⊰ oh, sweet romeo !

crush; none at the moment
girlfriend; nope
ex-girlfriends; a few, none worth
mentioning.
type; a good listener -
since he's such a big talker.
someone kind-hearted.
kids; not wanted

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➷ . ａｎｙ ｉｄｉｏｔ ｃａｎ ｆａｃｅ ａ ｃｒｉｓｉｓ － ｉｔ'ｓ ｄａｙ ｔｏ ｄａｙ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅａｒｓ ｙｏｕ ｏｕｔ．

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ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｇｉｒｌ ｉｓ ｗｏｒｔｈ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ;


"Hello world! It's Me, Samantha Dean Winchester. Very unique name indeed. Well, I am aware that Samantha is a girly name, but I inherited it from my great, great, great, GREAT, grandmother Samantha. I really don't know her last name, but my middle name, Dean, comes from, well I don't really know. It's pretty awesome though. My last name is Winchester. My great, great, great, great, grandfather came from Ireland over to America and was forced to change their last name. Why? I have no clue what so ever. So I have many nicknames coming from my real names. You may call me Dean, De, Sam, Sammy, or make one up. I prefer if you would call me Sammy or Dean though. I was born in Mulingar, Ireland on December 25th. Woo Hoo! Christmas Baby! I am also 18 years young. I am not to thrilled with that though. Want to know why? Well, I get all my presents at once instead of during the middle of the year. It really stinks. But you know, consider me lucky to be alive. Now that is done. Wait, I forgot one very important detail. I am female. A woman. Lady. Ya you get the pic."

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ｓｈｅ'ｌｌ ｃａｔｃｈ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ ｆｏｒ ｓｕｒｅ;



"Well, you just seem to get enough of me. If you really wanted to know more, why didn't ya say so? I am 5'7. No I am not short, nor am I tall. I guess it's an average height for a dancer like me. You are being kind of rude when you want to know my weight, since you really care, I weigh about 123, 124. No I am not fat. I have long, brunette, hair that I like to leave down. It is rare if you see it in a braid, but when I am playing guitar I like to have down. Speaking of color. I have a blue, piercing blue eye color. It is pretty, I think it is anyway. My skin is fair. I am not to tan nor am I to pale. I do have a few tattoos and piercings. I have a nose stud. Not to severe and my ears are pierce. Two on each ear. I just keep normal ear studs in though. My tattoos on the other hand are quite attractive. I call the one in my ear you got the music in me. I would say this is my favorite tattoo of all time. Then you have infinity and beyond. I don't have a lot of tattoos, but I love these little ones. It's the little things that count, right?

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ｓｏ， ｙｏｕ'ｄ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｃｈｅｒｉｓｈ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ;


"I guess you can consider me a hyped up, dancer, that always has her head in the clouds. I am considered the 'Dreamer' at school. I have no idea why I earned that. I just have a huge imagination. When I was born, my mother said when I was born that I looked like I was dancing. I have no idea how she saw that, but I grew up to be an amazing dancer. I have been offered many scholarships for my dancing skills. When I was just about 4 I started to dance. I was in ballet for awhile, but then I grew up. I was about 12 when I left ballet and became a very good hip hop dancer. I tried to start my own dance crew, but they just left me. So I went solo. I have danced at very large arenas. I have also danced for some big people. lmao, America's Got Talent, I even did a dance for One Direction! That was like when they were in the beginning of their career. I love dancing and if anyone tries to take that away, they will wish they were dead already. Speaking of which. That reminds me of my rebel side. I have done some baddish things in my life. I have been in prison for a night because I tried to sneak into a 21+ years old club. I had to much to drink and I was legally drunk. So I went to the slammer for the night. Then my parents came and got me. They were not to happy. I met a nice guy there. He was named like Alex or something. I never did call him back, but that's not the point. I do have a protective side as well. If you hurt any of my friends or family....do you prefer a cushioned coffin? Yes, so the fact that I seem very unlikable, I am really not. I can be quite a loving girl once you get past that stubborn shell I have grown. I do love the feeling of being wanted. I have had enough experiences to know who to trust and not trust. So if you try to play me, I will come down on you. I will make you wish you were never born. Oh that is kind of harsh. There is one last important thing you should know......I love to give hugs!"

"I was born and raised on Mulingar, Ireland. That means I am Irish. Which also means I have a Irish accent. I don't mind it. I think boys like it. But anyways, back to my history. As I said I was born and raised in Mulingar, Ireland. I have a beautiful mum named, Elizabeth. My father is named Christopher. I call him Toph cause it bugs him. I also have a little sister named Ann-Marie. She is, I think six possibly. I also have a brother, Jackson. He is 21. I don't like him that much. But that's sibling love for you. Anyways. I also have two dogs. One is a female husky named Denny and a male St. Bernard named Bear. I love those two, but Bear slobbers EVERYWHERE. No joke. I know fish don't mean much to you, but I have a beta fish named Jeffry. Yes. I love my Jeff. Oh! And Tony. My fat, indoor cat. I was raised with music and art. Mom is a music teacher, dad is an art teacher. I love both. When I was about seven I found a love for guitar. I am still doing it today and I believe I am very good at it. It's one of my hobbies. That is not much of a history,but I don't like talking about what else has happened. It's rather....sad.

"Welcome once again! Now we shall talk about hobbies, likes, dislikes, and fears. One of my most favorite hobbies is guitar. Mainly acoustic. Always is, always will be. Can't you just see me in a nursing home writing music? I know I crack myself up too. I also have a fond passion for music, piano, writing music, and so on. I just love playing my feelings and sll that sweet stuff. I have a lot of likes which can be put into my hobby category. I do like cats, dogs, and movies. I love Disney movies. I love Tangled. Like a lot. I don't want to reel you into my obsessions though. Then my dislikes come along. Blood, darkness, squirrels, jerks, preps, self absorbed people, and those kind of people. One of my largest fears is, Blood. I can't stand it. Just talking about it makes me dizzy and light headed. SO needless to say I have a weak stomach. Now that you have become a complete stalker I assume you want to know more. Geez. People these days."

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ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｅｔ ｈｅｒ ｄｏｗｎ;


"Love? It honestly......stinks. Ya I am not to fond of ucky, blucky love stuff. Why? You want to know why? Well why don't you go ask John, Jake, Ethan, Dane, or Nathan. They should know. Ya. Those are my exes. Got a problem? Needless to say from my past love history, I am straight. Very, very straight. I have nothing against Bisexuals or anyone like that. I find them to be great and likable people though. As you can see this topic rather irritates me. I honestly don't know why.....I find it a rather terrible thing to love someone who doesn't love you. Just like those five idiots above. They didn't love me. They used me. Jerks. If I ever wanted to get into a relationship again, I look for guys who are trustworthy, not full of themselves, love me for me, don't cheat, and can stand me and actually want to be with me. I just don't like this subject. Thank you for reading my whole life. I am sure you have enough information to stalk me now, so be gone!"

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ｆａｃｅｃｌａｉｍ is Amber Heard. Character based off a girl version of Dean Winchester from Supernatural.
ｃｒｅｄｉｔ; for the characters goes to me, toothless;.
ｃｒｅｄｉｔ; for the pictures goes to their original owners; I take no ownership.
ｃｒｅｄｉｔ; for the formatting goes to the user, change;

[Fascai]

I've added everyone so far c: we just need one more guy- the jock. please pm me if you wish to reserve. have your forms up as soon as possible- even if they are just empty skeletons at the moment. I don't mind as long as you try to work on it a tad here and there.

[RαrєHuskíєs]

WIP

Hello loves, my name's Ryker Jay Amador, a very fancy name I've been told, unique and almost exotic. I inherited my last name from my father who hails from France, and my middle name is from my Great Great Grandfather, and my first name means 'strong power' or 'hardy'. Overall, I believe it fits me well enough. Anyways, I was born October 11th, 1993, and I am currently 19 years old. My origins are French and Dutch, and just a small touch of Australian on my mother's side. I'm really just a large mutt, if you ask me.

When you look at me from a distance, you'll see a young man standing at 6'2", and weighs in at 175lbs even. I'm very lean, but I'm also toned, I have a 6 pack, lean, muscled arms and lanky legs. My skin tone is a soft tanned color, not too dark, but also not too pale. My jaw is finely chiseled and my shoulders are not as broad as they are narrow. My hair is longer, but has volume at the top, cut into different layers and always has gel in it. It's a dark brown, pretty much black color. I have nice white teeth, and a small, but sharp nose. I have larger feet, coming in at a size 11 in mens, and my hands are almost small, but my fingers are longer and slimmer than most guys, a pianists hand most say. My eyes are the softest part about me. They are a soft chocolate color, with small swirls of a caramel color laced in. I'm a pretty confident guy when it comes to my looks. I was an adorable kid, and as I got older, the compliments only got more and more often. I'm not conceited though, and I don't use my looks to my advantage. Personality goes deeper than looks.

My personality is the most prominent, yet surprising about me. When most people look at me, all they see at first is the outside, and most usually assume that I'm stuck up and arrogant and all those other degrading things. I'm not a jock, infact I like to read a lot. I have a tough exterior, but my heart is as soft as melted chocolate. I guess it would be best to start off with my characteristics. Honest and Truthful. When it comes to honesty, I give it 100%. I've never spoken a lie in my life, other than the small ones when I was a child, but even those ante-ceded a thorough apology to whoever I betrayed. If you ask my honest opinion, you should likely be ready, because that's what you are going to get. I don't have filters and I won't sugarcoat it or make it look pretty. Honesty is hands down the best policy. Now with the trustworthiness, that's also incredibly important. I can keep secrets like the best Catholic Priest. I don't do gossip and I won't ever give you away. You can always trust me. Integrity. When it comes to doing the right thing when no one is watching, I am the master. I've had people do bad things to me when no one is looking, and in all honesty, I would never do such a thing. I'll always choose the right option when it comes to that. Self Control. I have a good, healthy amount of self control. I've never given in to peer pressure, and really, temptation and stress don't have anything on me. I have good manners in all situations, and I can hold myself down. Empathetic. I will always be a good friend to anyone, even a stranger. I have a big heart, afterall. I may not always be able to relate to the situation, but I can always do my best to help. I'll always do my best to listen to the person who needs my help. Forgiving. In the end though, I think my most important characteristic is being forgiving. I have been there and done that, and not every one deserves a second chance, but everyone deserves forgiveness and the respect in the end. The world sometimes seems out to get you, but you just have to forgive. Holding grudges and things like that will turn your heart black. And I don't want that.

[arabmorgan]

{ male } { single } { 19 years } { the jock }
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name ;; "I'm Jonathan Marc Hunter. A pretty cool name for a pretty cool guy, if I do say so myself."

nickname ;; "I go by Jon most of the time, but my friends call me Jonny if they're trying to be plain annoying. Middle names are pointless, because I probably wouldn't even respond to Marc."

gender ;; "If you think I'm a chick, there's something wrong with you. Last I checked, I was all guy."

faceclaim ;; Landon Liboiron
writeup and coding ;; done by me
pictures ;; credit to owners

age ;; "Just turned nineteen. They say age is just a number, but looking at all the fun you can have at nineteen, it's a pretty awesome number."

birthday ;; "January 5, 1994. That's my birthday, so remember it."

sexuality ;; "Straight for sure, no doubts about it. Bring the chicks!"



height ;; "I'm 5'11, or 1.8m. I'm pretty satisfied with my height, not too tall and not too short."

weight ;; "I'm 155 pounds, or 70kg. It's the muscles, you know, 'cos I like to work out."

build ;; "I'm pretty lanky, actually. I don't have the natural bulk some athletes or swimmers have, which sucks. After I started working out and swimming, I filled out a little; still, I doubt my shoulders will ever be as broad as I would like."

hair ;; "My hair is dark brown and slightly wavy, but it looks quite light under the sun. I like to keep my fringe long and my hair messy in general; I've had this hairstyle for years because I found out that chicks totally dig that. I tend to look kind of shaggy if I let it get too long though."

eyes ;; "My friend described my eyes as stormy grey once, and I think that's as good a description as any. I'm very proud of my eye colour, it's one of the things I really like about myself."

body modifications ;; "None right now. I've been thinking of getting a tattoo somewhere, maybe on my back or something, but I haven't decided what to tattoo on."



likes ;; "You'll see what I mean when I say I'm a totally typical guy. Firstly, I love gaming; Pokemon, Wii, Minecraft, League of Legends, you name it. Most of the time, if I'm free I'm gaming. I love swimming and gymming too, not because I'm some health freak but I genuinely enjoy being in the water, and after a while of gymming to build up my body I realised it was a great way to relax while listening to my iPod. It's mindless, after all. Another thing I love is eating, particularly ice-cream; it's my absolute weakness, and my friends always lure me out with 'hey, let's go have some ice cream and chill'. Speaking of friends, I like chilling with them, especially at the beach: the water, the sun, the girls in bikinis, what could be better? Yeah, summer's the best. This may sound weird, but I like flirting with chicks: the unpredictability, the challenge, the chase, and of course the pretty face and hot bod. Sorry, I'm just shallow like that."

dislikes ;; "You mean besides school and homework? Okay, I don't like vegetables; there, it's childish but I said it. Lettuce, carrots, celery, just no, gross. I eat tomatoes though, but those are actually fruits, so whatever. I don't like bats either; their squeaking and flapping and fluttering creeps me out even though I try not to show it. Also, I hate people who talk and gossip behind others' backs, it absolutely infuriates me because they clearly don't have the guts to say it to the person's face. That's about it, 'cos I'm pretty chill about everything else, except maybe chick flicks. I will die before I watch one, no kidding, not even if my soulmate or Miss Universe herself begged me to watch it."

downfalls ;; "Well, pride is my deadly sin, I admit it, although I prefer to think of it as being confident. But yeah, many of the fights I get into are because I can't take back my words or swallow my pride. Doesn't help that my temper is short too; I can't stand being criticised or corrected, it just makes me explode. I get angry when I'm wrong too, 'cos I'm hate that I'm wrong and I hate that the person caught my mistakes."

talents ;; "It's gonna sound bad saying it myself, but I'm a honestly a good athlete, especially at swimming of course; I've even done a few marathons with some of my buddies. I've got the smarts too; you know those people who never listen in class and party all night, yet still score straight A's? Yeah, that's me, and I'm proud of it."

education ;; "I just graduated from high school and I don't really know what I want to do now. My dad will probably throw a fit if I don't go to university though, so I'll probably apply for Business or something."

job ;; "Can I just not? It's not like I need the money anyway, seriously. I've got the trip to Miami after all, but when I get back I might help out at my dad's office since he wants me to inherit."

personality ;; "Firstly, I'm really confident about myself, the kind of confident known as 'proud' to other people. I don't see what's wrong with it though; I'm tall, I'm rich, I'm good-looking, and I know it. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds self-assured because I'm simply charismatic. Alright, I kid, but honestly, I just know who I am and I express myself freely, that's all. People are just easily offended because I make them feel inferior. In actual fact, I'm a pretty friendly and sociable guy if you bother to get to know me. I joke around a lot with my friends and I get loud when I'm excited, plus I love telling lame jokes that make everyone groan. I don't really care what strangers think of me though, so they can keep their thoughts to themselves.

"I'm pretty streetwise and cynical 'cos I basically fend for myself. The only thing my parents give me is cash, so I've learned to be independent and judgemental. I don't trust people easily, especially girls, because you never know what they want or what plans they've got hidden up their sleeves. Often, even when I'm making friendly conversation with a stranger I'm already judging them on their clothes, the way they talk, and deciding whether or not to get to know the person more. I'm way more comfortable around guys because what you see is what you get with us. Guys don't hide their zits or pretend that they aren't slobs. The only time I like girls is when I'm in control, when she's chasing me, because I can stop the game at any moment.

"This isn't to say I've only got guy friends, but whatever gender you are, if you're my friend and I trust you, you're basically one of the most valuable things in my life. If you're my friend, it means I accept every bit of you, good or bad. I realised it sounds like a marriage, but it's true. I care for my friends a lot, and I try to be there for them when they're in trouble or whatever; if a guy makes one of my female friends cry, he's in trouble."

history ;; "I was born in style, in this nice little private suite in a ridiculously expensive private hospital. I've lived in the same house all my life; you can imagine it: three floors, white marble tiles, a pool out front, a few sprawling acres behind. A picture perfect house. I was kind of dumb in middle school and almost got held back, but somehow my brain came together in time for high school. I sneak out to parties a lot at night, but nobody really cares, and I've always gotten away everytime the cops come to break the parties up when they get wild."



family ;; "My family is broken, only my parents don't know it. I mean, half the world knows my mum is having an affair with her boss, even me. Well, half the world except my dad. She keeps lavishing all this fake love on my dad though, probably for the allowance he gives her. My dad's cool though; I'm not close to him, but he's a nice guy and everyone likes him. The only thing is, he's got to be the most naive person on the planet or something. I'm an only kid, but that's fine because I can look out for myself."

pets ;; "My friend gave me one of her Sheltie pups four years back when her dog got pregnant, and he grew up to be the bounciest, craziest dog ever. Kyron's my best pal and I don't know how I ever survived without him. My mum bought me Skylynn a few years ago after a big fight where I accused her of caring more about her boss than me. She probably put zero thought into it, but I love the the horse anyway. She's really spirited and a ton of fun to ride."

crush ;; "Don't be ridiculous, I don't have crushes. Girls crush on me."

relationship status ;; "I'm single, have been for quite a while."

past relationships ;; "I had this thing going on with Sam for while, it was great while it lasted but it didn't work out. We're still friends though, kind of."