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[mydadleftme]

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[universe.]

[Hollister Areopostale Smith]-[nineteen]-[boy]

Hollister Areopostale Smith is a wonderful, wonderful boy. Yeah his name is a bit weird, but his parents were really rich people and loved name brand clothing. They didn't even want a son, they didn't want a kid at all. Pretty much they had an open relationship, so he doesn't know who his true father is. Luckily that was fine with him. This boy has been alive for nineteen years and it has been a crazy many years. He was raised by the maid, so he had a good like life. Oh, and did i mention he is a guy? Well, there you go, he is a guy. He has learned a lot of things on his long road of life, one of those things is that he is out there. Never does he keep himself inside. He likes to make sure everyone knows whats going on.



Areo has a wonderful new home life. He moved out his parents life, with or course a good amount of money. Since he is a weird guy, he has some weird pets. Sombrero is his three year old cockatiel. Chevy.. a english bull terrier, he was given from his neighbor has a birthday gift five years ago. Blue Irish his other terrier who he received three years ago from the same people who want him to breed his dogs together. Talvi.. this is his last dog. He adopted him from the shelter before the shelter closed and he moved. He moved about five months ago. Which makes this pup only seven months old and still a pup. Rabbit and Jonsie his two cats. Rabbit being the fluffy cat and Jonsie being the hairless. He had gotten them three years before he moved. Those are all his pets, he wishes he could have some lizards because those are one of his favorite animals. He would have them now, but he has three reckless dogs, two crazy cats, and a hilarious bird.



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[Finnegan Blaze Romande]-[eighteen]-[boy]
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Finnegan Blaze Romande is a unique name. Though there is logical explanation for his name, that is the fact that his parents were both unique. His mother always wanted a son who's name was long, yet could be shortened to a cute name. She came up with Finnegan. His father was of course bisexual and liked girly names, which was where Blaze came from. IF i haven't made it clear yet, Finn is a boy. Sometimes it may not look like it because of his blue hair, but he is.



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[mydadleftme]

{||looks great so far c: I'm guessing Aero is the broken boy and Finn is the best friend? Or is it the other way around?||}

[universe.]

๑ you got it right. also if i don't finish them will i still be able to post?

[FoxScarf]

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ᶠʳᵉᵉ ˢᵖᶤʳᶤᵗ || ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ || ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ || ᵇʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵉʸᵉᵈ
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ＮＡＭＥ||
"My name is Carson. Carson Mitchell Rush. I only go by Carson; nothing else.

I don't answer to petnames or any of that junk, so please. Call me Carson."

ＡＧＥ||
"I'm eighteen years old. Eighteen years of life isn't an easy feat; It's insane that I've made it this far."

ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＹ||
"I'm a winter-child; I was born on December Nineteenth."

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"I was born and raised in a small, boondocks town in backwoods Ohio. Population: 200-something. Everyone knew everyone, so it was hard to get away with anything. Little would anyone guess how dark the secrets get in places like that. Summers were spent with my friends, sneaking out our father's alcohol and bringing our guitars deep into the woods, hanging out in packs of ten to twenty, singing and drinking and having a good time."

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"Those who know of me would say that I'm a happy-go-lucky guy; always laughing, always optimistic, always the life of the party. I know it sounds, well, cliche, but I'm a masked man. I wear hoodies with inspiring quotes to hide the burns and scars on my arms and my sides. I wear hazel contacts and carry eyedrops so no one can see just how bloodshot my brown eyes are. See, I'm an only child, and I lived with my mother and father until I was fifteen. Until then; life was great. I was somewhat popular with my school, I got along with almost everyone, and I was invincible. But the night after winter break began, I stumbled upon a dark, deep secret. I discovered that my filthy father was cheating on my mom; with my girlfriend's mother. I know, most kids my age would have kept the secret, and let it fester and boil until they became immune. I'm not most my age. I told my mother, and, well.. she was distraught, for lack of a better word at the moment. She no longer had time for me. Alcohol became a normal for her. She was never home. My father was gone; he'd ran off with his new girlfriend to California. One day, I was sitting in Algebra, goofing around with my best friend in the back few seats. Then, an office assitant came in, with a note calling me up to the office. A police officer was waiting; and escorted me to the station. This whole time, I had no idea what was happening; I was pumped. I mean, I got to ride shotgun in a crusier, instead of backseat like the other times I had! Once we got to the station, the officer led me to this room. I remember it smelled like apples and licorice, and the officer in the cubicle beside him was eating Arby's. The cop sat me down, and explained to me that my mother wasn't ever coming home. She'd driven right over the edge of a major bridge going over the Ohio river. The alcohol in her system explained it all. And I was sent to live here with my aunt and uncle. I hate them. I hate my cousin. I hate the life I lead. But all I can do is keep my head high and keep moving foreward. It's all I do, all day, all my life. It's all I will ever do. I never got to say goodbye to my mother, or my father. I never mattered to them. I guess that's why I'm so scared to be who I really am for anyone here; I'm scared to give my heart to anyone just to have them leave me. I'm cowardly, secretive, quiet, and far gone in my mind. But on my face, I'm full of life and laughter and everything you wouldn't expect in a man like me."

ＬＯＶＥ ＬＩＦＥ||
"The last girlfriend I had was in the nineth grade. Her name was Shelby. I'm slow to trust, and even slower to fall in love. However... there's this girl that I can't even imagine trying to surivive here without. Her name is Callie. I don't know if she knows how I feel towards her, but.. I'm gonna do it, I swear; I'm gonna ask her to be my girlfriend. She's everything I could ever need, and I don't wanna let that go."

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Leave Out All The Rest

[mydadleftme]

{||Alright, I'll put them up on the character page. And yeah, of course c:||}
{||@ｋｏｒｙｆｉ - accepted :3}}

[FoxScarf]

~Thankies! :3

[mydadleftme]

{||Anytime c: Now we just need the female for the jokester couple and the romantic two. Of course, if we get the jokester and no one has gotten either of the romantic two, we might just start then xD||}

[universe.]

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[ohbreezey]

{ because I was /cough/stalking rage/cough/ I'm thinking about joining as the prankster girl? }