Mɪɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ?"Ｉｔ'ｓ
Ｋｅ-ｌａ-ｅｒ,
ｎｏｔ
Ｋｉｌｌｅｒ."
Demire Killar
The name has its ups and downs. Some people would die to have a last name like Killar. She has to admit it is awesome to have Killar as a last name but every time a cop comes around they always poke fun at her last name and jokingly check her car. It kind of gets old after everyone in the track team is saying “The killer is on the run!” y’know?
She can’t really explain to you were the name Demire came from. Her parents literally just pulled it out of thin air. She can’t really complain about it. She looks like a Demire, or at least that is what she thinks. It’s kind of a cool name. Demire, sounds like a star or something right? Then again is sound like the opposite meaning of ‘admire’.Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʟᴅ Eɴᴏᴜɢʜ?"Ｉｓｎ'ｔ ｉｔ
ｕｓｕａｌｌｙ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｔａｌｌ
ｅｎｏｕｇｈ?"
A full grown young adult; 24
Demire is indeed exactly 24, no younger, no less. She currently made out of her private college. She worked in the arts of fashion and human life forms such as biology. She is worked hard to get her degrees and keep up with her family life. Her birthday is September 21st 1990. Born and raised in california as well.Sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ?"
Ｓｉｒ/Ｍａｄａｍ, ｉｓ ｉｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｔｈａｔ
ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ?"
Female
Yep, she’s a girl alright. If she wasn’t then she has been going to the wrong bathroom all these years and still hasn’t gotten caught.Dᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ Mᴇ"Ｏｐｅｎ ｙｏｕｒ
ｅｙｅｓ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｍｏｒｅ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｒｅ ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ
ｓｅｅ ｍｅ."
The afro. It's the first thing you notice in her appearance. The giant poof of tight kinky S curls is all natural. The only hair products in her afro are hair spray and a conditioner to let it smell nice and keep it moist and healthy.
The hair reaches the crest start of her black in between her shoulder blades and isn't as poufy when kept wet or moist with conditioners. When she lets it all flow out to its full height it's as big as at least 3.5 inches. The circumference is about a foot or so. The afro is a bit 'bleached' by the sun. The top of her dangerous mop is a light brown that fades down at the bottom in to basically a black color.
Demire is indeed African-American/Black if you couldn't make the guess, but she was born in France and has decedents from the Caribbean. I suppose that makes her creole instead? Her skin tone is something in between the two browns Fawn & Lion, she's a bit light than what people would call your 'average black person'. Plenty of times people call her things other than just a black and or creole and even want to fight with Demire on the topic. But looking past that, she's about 6'1 or 185 cm. A tall one isn't she now?
She is basically underweight as well from recent issues and is an unhealthy 138 Ibs (For all women of 6ft I think it's supposed to be at least around 140 lbs - 180 lbs). Her frame doesn't have exactly much curve because of her height, but she lost a bit of interest over the years for that ideal curve. Demire's body type is the basic tube. She almost looks standard but her slenderness gets the best of it. She still isn't at easy with the body type but she's willing to deal with it.Ｈｏｂｂｙ ~ Ｆａｓｈｉｏｎ Ｄｅｓｉｇｎｅｒ
Ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌ ｊｏｂ ~ Ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎａｌ Ｆａｓｈｉｏｎ Ｄｅｓｉｇｎｅｒ
Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｃｏｌｏｒ - Ｂｌｕｅｓ & Ｐｕｒｐｌｅｓ
Ｌｉｓｔｅｎｓ ｔｏ ~ Ｐｏｐ, Ｓｔｅａｍ Ｐｕｎｋ,
Ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ ｒｏｃｋ, Ｒ&Ｂ, ｓｏｍｅ Ｒａｐ
& Ｄｕｂｓｔｅｐ
Ｗｒｉｔｅｓ ~ Ｃｕｒｓｉｖｅ ｍｏｓｔｌｙ
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ｂｉｇ Ｄｒｅａｍｅｒ
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ｄｅｅｐ ｓｌｅｅｐｅｒ
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ｌｏｖｅｓ Ｃｏｆｆｅｅ
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ｃａｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｓｔａｎｄ Ｔｅａ
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ｅａｔｓ ｈｅａｌｔｈｙ (Ｍｉｎｕｓ ａｌｌ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｂｉｇｍａｃｓ)
Ｆａｃｔ ~ Ａｆｒｉｃａｎ-Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ
"
Ｗｅｌｌ, Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ
ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｔｈａｔ."
Adventurous, that’s the basic mood and personality trait Demire tends to carry. She isn’t care-free, she’s rather cautious and careful around her surroundings but that won’t stop her from going to and finding something new. She’s a bit of the quiet type, but when pestered she’s just as able to shout, yell and kick as hard and the next person. Demire is kind of a person of fashion, she likes to make a design clothes.
She tends to always look stylish but is a bit afraid people would think she is trying too hard. She would usually spend her allowance on cloths, tools and items for designing and even was in a designing class her school had. She is more enthusiastic and open with herself when it comes to designing. Some critics don’t really hurt her but if she thinks the whatevers look okay and don’t need to change then the critic really doesn’t matter to her.
Demire usually like to express herself through clothing but don’t get me wrong, she can really express herself through words too. She is quiet the poet. She also likes to do things for others, so she doesn’t think much about herself. What can we say, she’s a people pleaser.Gᴏᴛ ᴀ Pᴀsᴛ?"Ｉ'ｌｌ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ａ
ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｏｆ ｉｔ. Ｔｈａｔ ｉｓ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ
ｃａｒｅ ｔｏ ｌｉｓｔｅｎ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ."
What is there to say on her?
Demire's parents moved away to America from France when they were children in to the loud city of new york. Her parents then grew up in the city and raised her there as well. They weren't the riches of folk but they were making a good living. It was a nice life, sure there were gangs roaming the streets and plenty of fights in school but isn't that just life? Something everyone sees daily?
Demire didn't get in to a lot of fights in school but when she did they went off with a bang. Luckily enough the bruises on her body from her little cat fight with another girl are gone, but the claw marks on her shoulder still remain. Man, that girl had some nails, they fell off during the brawl because they were fake though. That may have been her only fight other than verbal fights. Her family is kind of broke up because of various issues she'd rather not go into. She can't really remember them anyway.
She lived in a house of just her, an only child, her mother, father and grandmother. They were the Killars, the odd family in the fawn house. Her grandmother was a blast to have around. She always made up little remarks to yell mockingly her son/Demire's Father. That woman was something else. She wasn't afraid to hit someone with her cane ether.
Demire's Parents tended to fight a lot during her teen years on what she could and couldn't do and also over money issues. It seemed they were going broke by the time she hit 13 because her father lost his job. But that was all fixed soon enough as he started up working again as a successful lawyer. Think about that, a lowly paid engineer to a lawyer. Her dad probably didn't even know he had a degree in that. He had to take classes for it but it was okay. At least they can buy a lot more stuff now.Hᴏᴡ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ Lᴏᴠᴇ-Lɪғᴇ?"
Ｗｈｙｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｎｙ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ
Ｃｏｎｃｅｒｎ?"
Demire currently doesn’t have a lover or love besides the café. She wouldn't mind a relationship with someone she is in love with. She hasn't dated more that 3 boys a girl in her 17-year life-span. As you see I said girl too, meaning Demire is a Bisexual. Males and Females are equal in her eyes, yet she leans more towards males.
Yep, her parents don’t really know about it, but her Grandmother does. Her Grandma accepts her completely and promised not to tell a soul because it was Demire’s choice to come out. She has dated boys and girls; they are kind of equal to her. She doesn’t lean to ether one, she just likes them both.
She doesn’t think her dad would be okay with knowing she like girls as well but she is pretty sure her Mom would be willing to accept her. Most of her school knows she is open to both genders; it’s not really a “Go die” school. Some people attending there aren’t that cool with it so they just don’t talk to her and feel awkward around her. Her father almost found out from that girl we mentioned earlier.
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_____________________________> Ｇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ Ｍɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ Ｏғ ᴛʜᴇ Ｃʟᴏᴜᴅ ＫＩＤ
~ Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ Ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ Ｍｉｎｄ Ｓ̵̢̙̭͍͎̏̒͂͑͠Ａ̴͈̖͍̜̼͑͛̎̊͝Ｎ̸̢̹̰̙̻̋͌̊̄̍Ｅ̸̘̗͈͕̉̒̌͑͛ͅ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ Ｃｏｍｅ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ Ｓｉｒ.
Ｗᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Ｓʜᴏᴡ,
Ｍɪɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ Ｎᴀᴍᴇ?“
Ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ ｉｔ ｗｒｏｎｇ,
Ｉ’ｍ ｎｏｔ
Ｇｅｒｍａｎ.”
Weird name right? It’s all German, yes, German. At least the middle and last names are. They derived from his adoptive parent. He and his brother decided with their new Father that they would take his middle and last name in replacement of their original names.
Meaning his name was formally Scottson Tompson. Klaus Falcker is a kind of cool name though, don’t you think? Except for the nickname Santa Claus you’d get out of it. Luckily it’s his middle name or everyone would have been calling him Mr. Claus. If Truth is to be told, it isn't even pronounced like that jolly old man. It’s said “Ka-lah-ou-s”. Kind of like close but with a ‘K’ instead of the ‘C’.
Scottson doesn’t really have a lot of nicknames other than that and Scottie. You know, where did Scottson come from anyway? It’s not even a real name. It's not in the dictionary or anything. It gets a red squiggle line under it on the computer. Well, his parents must have wanted something with Scott in it but more formal.Ｔʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ ᴀɴ Ａɢᴇ,
Ｂᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ Ｋɴᴏᴡ21
"Ｗｈｙ ｙｅｓ, Ｉ ａｍ ａ
ｇｒｏｗｎ ｍａｎ ｗｉｔｈ ａ
ｔｅａ-ｓｅｔ.
Ｃｏｍｅ ａｔ ｍｅ
ｂｒｏ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｇｅｔ ａｎｙ
ｍｏｒｅ
ｍａｎｌｙ ｔｈａｎ ｔｈｉｓ.""
He supposes that he is a pretty young fellow. He shares a birthday with his twin brother; November 16th. It's a nice time to have a birthday, but thats what he thinks. A nice cool day to be born.Ｌᴇᴛ'ｓ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ＨᴇʀᴇMale
"Ｉ'ｍ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ
ｈａｐｐｙ Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ａ ｇｉｒｌ,
ｍｙ
ｈａｉｒ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ
ｅｖｅｒｙｗｈｅｒｅ."
He’s pretty sure that he’s a guy. Otherwise he’s been writing ‘he’ all these years and has been wrong and even the hospital got his gender wrong.
That would have been messed up.Tʜᴀᴛ's ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ Ｖᴏɪᴄᴇ"
Ｂｕｓｔｅｄ. Ｙｅｓ, ｙｅｓ,
ｗａｉｔ ｎｏ, ｎｏｔ ｉｒｉｓｈ. Ｉｔ'ｓ
ｓｃｏｔｔｉｓｈ."
The accent is quite easy to catch. You can't miss it, it's the define trait of him. He doesn't get offended if people start trying to talk like him or use the Gaelic of his land. He was born in the famous Loch Ness, Scotland. Around when he was 3 him and his family moved in to a less tourist location in quite a large snug cottage. Soon after his orphan days he was living in a country side of glasgow, scotland with his new german step-dad and his girlfriend taking care of sheep and such. It wasn't a bad life, all homes were pretty nice. He still has owner ship of the cottage and usually goes back to it every summer. You're not going to understand this guy when he's using Scottish Gaelic though.Ｅｘᴄᴜｓᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ Ｓᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ,
ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs
Ｖɪʙᴇ"Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ
ｇｉｖｅ ｏｆｆ ｔｏ ｏｔｈｅｒｓ,
ｂｕｔ ｉ ｓｕｒｅｌｙ
ｈｏｐｅ ｉｔ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ
ｓｃｏｔｔｉｓｈ ｇｕｙ ａｄｄｉｃｔｅｄ ｔｏ
ｙｏｇｕｒｔ."
A young excited scot is what you can typically make out from him. He has bed-head messy curled ginger hair that tends to be slightly frizzled. And yes, his hair is ginger. Don't make a mistake and call it auburn because it's not that brown to call it that. His hair is much too bright in color and orange to be the reddish brown.
Scottson's hair is basically "Go screw yourself" to hair products and stylist. It's going to take a lot to even straighten his hair. The short mop of soft hair tends to be parted to the far right lining up from the center of his right eye. Sometimes it is almost parted directly to the side of his head.
His eyes are a gem-like mixture of dark and light green (mostly light) in them with splattered specks & freckles of a very bright green. They are considered hazel from weird random pale smudges of brown only in the left corner of his eyes and streaks on it from the pupil making a cartoon-like brown sunshine ray. His tone of skin is a fairly nice pale white with few large tan/brown spots from spending time in the sun. Few freckles dot his arms. Brown and golden freckles are splattered across his face like a collection of stars from cheek to cheek.
Scottie's canines are more pointed than natural but his teeth are pearly white, considering they were kept in good conditions. Now, his muscular build is nothing to laugh at, nor anything to admire over. He is more of so slender, but has an average build of a somewhat healthy young man. Nothing to sneeze at but hey, any least he could pack a punch if his height of 6’3 doesn’t scare the other away. His fighting skills aren’t the greatest or the worst. He is more skilled with weapons and easily learns how to use them than hand to hand combat.
Scottie would usually wear things from hot-topic or classy things and button up-shirts. He isn’t of fan of anything with chains though. You could see him in a snapback, baseball caps, caps, fedoras, beanies (crochet or not) or even a top hat because hey, it’s a top hat. Everybody likes top hats.Ｄᴀᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴍᴇ Ｋɪᴅ,
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴏɴ Ｓᴛᴀɢᴇ?"Ｉｆ Ｉ ｗａｓ ａ
ｐｏｔａｔｏ, Ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａ
ｐｏｔａｔｏ.
Ｂｕｔ ｉｆ Ｉ ｗａｓ ａｎ
ａｌｐａｃａ,
Ｉ
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ'ｍ
ｇｏｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｉｓ."
Ｈｅａｄａｃｈｅｓ ｍａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ
ｓｔｕｆｆ ｆｌｏｗ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｙ ｂｒａｉｎ
Ｔｉｍｅ'ｓ ｍｏｖｉｎｇ ｏｎ,
ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｃｋ ｒｅａｄｓ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ
Ｉ'ｄ ｐｒｅｆｅｒ ｉｔ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｇｅｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ
Ｆｏｌｋｓ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｈｅａｒ
ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｉｓ ｕｐｓｉｄｅ-ｄｏｗｎ
Ａｈ, Ｉ'ｍ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ
Ｏｒ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ'ｄ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ
ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ａｎｙｗａｙ
Ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ'ｓ
Ｄｅｅｐ ｄｅｅｐ ｄｏｗｎ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ
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Scottson is an adventurous person. You'd find him snooping around every corner coming up with smart-iliac comment about everything there is. Of course he wouldn't be minding his own business. He tends to spy, taking things to the next level to find out what he needs.
He's always been spoiled his whole life. His brother the main one who has been spoiling him. Scottie sometimes doesn't know what's wrong from right and will act by himself on his own decisions. He can be an attention hog and talkative if he likes you and end up being a straight out brat. But he can't handle being laid back or quiet, there is always something tumbling out of his mouth.
He's a creative guy, imaginative too. Always thinking, always coming up with things. Singing, Dancing, Lyrics, Steps, Guitar, Piano, Violin, Strumming, hitting, notes, words, poetry, painting, writing, instruments, science. He's just an artist coming in as many forms as possible, it's just his passion.
Scottie is a deep and lucid sleeper. His dreams tend to be wild and as care-free as he is. They can end up a nightmare or stay a dream. He tends to dream every night and not be able to wake up with ease.
He’s noisy, no, he’s loud. And he is just going to get louder and louder as the years follow on. He usually laughs at everything; soon you’d be dancing like an idiot with him. He can’t be asked to really give half a damn sometimes. Ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｍｏｕｔｈ
ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｅｎｅ ｄｅｅｍｅｄ
ｕｎｗｏｒｔｈｙ ｏｆ ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ
ｂａｎｄｅｄ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ ｔｏ ｆｏｒｍ ａ
ｍａｋｅｓｈｉｆｔ ｍｉｌｉｔｉａ
ａｎｄ ｂｕｒｒｏｗｅｄ ｂｌｏｏｄｉｌｙ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ
ｍｙ ｔｏｎｇｕｅ ａｎｄ ｍｙ ｔｅｅｔｈ.
Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｐｒｏｕｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｇａｌｌｅｒｙ
Ｗｉｔｈ ｍｙ ｏｐｅｎ ｓｏｃｋｅｔ ｏｆ ａ ｍｏｕｔｈ
ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅｍ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ.
Ｔｈｅｙ ａｌｌ ｊｕｓｔ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ａｎｄ ｓａｉｄ
"Ｔｈａｔ ｂｏｙ, ｈｅ, ｔｈａｔ ｂｏｙ'ｓ ｇｏｔ ｗｏｅ".
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Scottie can never steady or pace himself sometimes. He’s just another guy singing out of key. He isn’t quiet and certainly isn’t shy. He can be rather too friendly at times and come off a bit strong. I’m not going to lie to you, he doesn’t know how to shut his mouth or be sensitive.
Think before you speak really doesn’t apply to him. His attention span is horrible as well; the only guy you know that can black out the minute a 2 hour speech starts. His brother use to read to him when he was little, so books just make him tired._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Ｌｏｓｉｎｇ ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ.
Ｇａｓｐｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ
ｌｉｆｅ,
Ｃｒａｓｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｉｄｅｓ.
Ｔｈａｔ
ｄｒｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｏ ｆｉｎｄ,
Ｔｈｅ
ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ,
Ｗｉｌｌ
ｎｅｖｅｒ ｒｕｎ ｄｒｙ.
Ｂｕｔ ａｌｌ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｓｔａｎｄ.
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Ｗʜᴀᴛ'ｓ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ Ｂɪɢ?"Ｉ'ｍ
ｈａｐｐｙ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ
Ｅｎｄｅｄ ｕｐ ｉｎ
Ｌｉｆｅ."
Scottson was born and raised in Scotland. He moved many times within the place, from the famous loch ness, to glasgow, to the countryside near the highlands of glasgow on to a small farm. Around the age of five Scottie and his brother were being raised in a orphanage with the many others in Glasgow, scotland. The only companions the two had were their bunnies. His grandparents were not available to take the two boys in; they were on the verge of bankruptcy. They couldn't afford another mouth to feed. The olden folk had already taken in their Mother's sister and her daughter. They couldn't even halfway afford the flight for them to come and even see them; they lived all the way in the Netherlands. On his father's side, well they were already deceased. In all, there was no extra family to take them in, no friends that had the money to spare raising two twins. Scottie would rather not go into why or how he became an orphan because of the betrayal shown by his family. All you need to know is that his mother is currently deceased and his father's parents. He spent five total years in the catholic hell-hole until a young german man (Hernado Klaus Falcker) looking for a new life in Scotland with his girlfriend (Meralin Grace) adopted him and his brother. The man was around 30, always looking happy, energetic, and open to others. That scared the living crap out of Scottie. People in the orphanage weren't exactly 'nice' or 'accepting'. And if they were, he learned they were trying to use you to get something they wanted. He usually hide from him and spend his time with the cattle and other farm animals. His brother oddly enough quickly accepted him as a father, nothing more or less. Hernado and his girl Meralin tried to not seem frightening or get mad at Scottie often because of his shy nature. They let him do as he pleased, which wasn't much. Soon, after a year he started to grow fond of his new parents when they started buying him musical equipment. Turned out Meralin could play the violin and Hernado the piano. He soon learned how to play both with his brother, but Rickie was more of a cello person. All the musical classes his parents put him in and digital classes soon led him to singing and making computer-made music. Music just came to him easily, it was made for him. It took time to learn how to do everything correctly of course. At the age of 13 Scottson began watching many movies like Chicago, Hairspray & wicked. Broadway baby. Broadway became his goal in life. If he could make it there he could make it anywhere. His family encouraged him to follow that goal, and he ended dragging his brother along with him. By highschool he was already learning how to dance, his academic skill were wonderful and so were his talents. His grades were amazing in Science and math, his civics grades were kind of tipsy but good enough. His reading skills weren't the best when it came to actual reading and understanding of why they wrote it and all that but he still managed good grades. Another short fact to throw out there, when his mother was still living she took him to a theater with a magician as the main act. At the end of the show he gave him his hat. And thus the love of top hats began.Ｇɪᴠᴇ'ᴇᴍ ᴀ sᴄᴏᴏᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Ｌᴏᴠᴇ-Ｌɪғᴇ,
ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ Ｋɴᴏᴡ"Ｉ'ｍ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ
ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ ｈｅｒｅ,
ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｄｏ ｇｅｔ ａ
ｃｒｕｓｈ ｅｖｅｒｙ
ｏｎｃｅ ｉｎ ａ
ｗｈｉｌｅ"
Ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ
Ｗｉｌｌ ｓｕｒｅｌｙ ｂｒｉｎｇ ｍｅ ｐａｉｎ
Ｉｎｔｏｘｉｃａｔｉｏｎ, ｐａｒａｎｏｉａ, ａｎｄ ａ ｌｏｔ ｏｆ ｆａｍｅ
Ｔｈｒｅｅ ｃｈｅｅｒｓ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｒｏｗｉｎｇ ｕｐ
Ｐｕｂｅｓｃｅｎｔ ｄｒａｍａ ｑｕｅｅｎ
Ｙｏｕ ｍａｋｅ ｍｅ ｓｉｃｋ,
Ｉ ｍａｋｅ ｉｔ ｗｏｒｓｅ
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Okay, okay, he isn't a 'love' hater or anything, he just doesn't fall that often. Love doesn't come to him easily. But when he does fall for someone, it's not a woman but a man. Scottie is a homosexual, he just doesn't find any interest in women, sexually or romantically, whatsoever. He has always liked being around men a lot more than woman. It might take quite some time for him to fall in love with someone. His heart just picks a love and his brain shuts off entirely. None of his borders stand or ways follow. He tends to be very clingy and attention hog. You need to know how to give all your attention to someone who wants to be in your sight 24/7. He's very talkitive, always rambling on about his hopes and dreams and other people he'd usually never gossip about. No worries, you could always shut him up with some yogurt. He really doesn't know how to deal with love so he can become a bit crazed and end up treating it more like a game or a plot line than a real thing. Scottie's a cheap date. Did you expect that? He isn't one for fancy places, he'd rather sit at home watching a movie on the couch than in a crowded fancy restaurant. He's a fast sleeper, so he will fall asleep on you. Good luck getting him off. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓Unsinn
An insane matryoshka, Others say I'm just Ludicrous
I believe they are both right
German for nonsense, making no sense.
I mean, aren't we all?
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Ｒｏｄｅｒｉｃｋ Ｋｌａｕｓ Ｆａｌｃｋｎｅｒ
> Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ Bᴏʏ?
~ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ Eᴠᴇɴ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ Dᴏɪɴɢ.
Ｈᴇʏ, ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ Ｎᴀᴍᴇ?
Roderick Klaus Falckner
“Ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｔｒｙ ａｎｄ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｉｔ.”
Why Roderick. Why did they name him Roderick out of all the names in the world and made up names they could have picked from. That’s going to stay a mystery to him. He kind of hates the name Roderick.
It's one of those names that in movies the bully or idiot would have or something. At least to him thats what it is. And it just doesn't sound right to him. Couldn't he had been named something else? Something a little less loud. Like, well, like, he doesn't know what other name he'd like to have.
He’d rather be called Rickie rather than Roderick or Rick. Stupid names. If people can’t stand calling him Rickie just call him Klaus, Claus or Falckner. He could really care less as long as it’s not anything else related to Roderick that those names.
Ｙᴏᴜ ᴏʟᴅ Ｅɴᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪｓ Ｓᴛᴜғғ?
"Ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ Ｉ'ｍ ｌｅｇａｌ ｎｏｗ."
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Born on a cool rainy afternoon of november 16th in the loch ness, scotland. There isn't much he can say on the day he was born. It sound like a clam day. A nice day to be born. They say it was drizzling lightly, dogs and people scattering across the land to find shelter from the rain. November 16th. Not a bad day to be born at all.
You sound Weird
"Yeah well, your face sounds weird."
Yes, you can hear it can't you? The easy hearing, strong accented, tumblin' word of a scottish accent. He'd like to set some things straight first about this little accent he carries. He does not wear kilts. He never has and probably never will. It's a big no-no on his list. and yes it's a kilt, not a skirt. He is not always drunk or fighting with irish and british people ether. He isn't speaking Scottish, he is speaking english. Not british, not irish, but english. Sure the slang is different and a few words a spelt differently but it's english. British-English if you have to say it. You can understand him perfectly, don't act like you can't. He does not know how to play the bag pipes. Really, he doesn't. The only thing he knows is Scottish Gallic. I can surly tell you that.
Ｈᴇᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ Ｙᴀ?
Male
“Ｌａｓｔ ｔｉｍｅ Ｉ ｃｈｅｃｋｅｄ Ｉ ｗａｓ ａ ｇｕｙ. Ｉｆ Ｉ’ｍ ｗｒｏｎｇ Ｉ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ.”
Rickie is pretty sure that he is a guy. It says male on his birth certificate and he doesn't remember having any changes down there. He is very sure of himself that he carries male genitals and not female ones. If he's been wrong all this time he's going to need to need some serious therapy.
Ｃᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ Ｈᴇʀᴇ, Ｉ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ｓᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ Ｗᴇʟʟ"
Ｙｅａｈ, ｗｅｒｅ
ｔｗｉｎｓ."
Yep, Scottie and Rickie are indeed twins. Now your probably saying; "So this is a copy and paste right here?" No, no it's not. Roderick and Scottson do differ from each other and he is sure to make it clear that he and his twin do not look exactly the same. But Rickie's hair is much less of a dangerous mop of wild bed-head curls. His hair can be tamed much more easily by varies hair products. His hair is completely ginger, no excuses.
Not a hint of blonde or brown is in his hair, it is just a flaming mess of oranges. He also tends to favor parting his hair to the far left corner of his head rather than the right. It was a little thing him and his brother did to help other decipher between the two. Rickie's hair is as short as the average guy, it only reaches his neck. His eyes are typically the exact same as his little brother’s, except the brown of his eyes only appears in his right eye and is less noticeable in his left.
Rickie’s skin is a fair white, but more or so freckled. Scars blemish various parts of his body as well. His facial structure is the same but his build is much more different. Rickie is shorter 6’1 and is slightly bigger than his brother from muscles. His build is good and something you wouldn’t want to challenge or spit at.
For his attire, he is usually wearing a black beanie or clothes you’d fine off hot-topic. He’d wear button-up shirts or classy suits or something like that, even chains that clips on to his pants. Sometimes he’d wear fedora hats.Ｗʜᴀᴛ'ᴄʜᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ?"Ｉｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｏ
Ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ ｉｎ ｍｅ, ｗｈｙ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ
ｃｏｍｅ ａｎｄ
ｓｅｅ ｆｏｒ
ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ?"
You couldn’t really trust him unless you’re at least 90% sure he is on your side. He’d back stab plenty in a minute if that is what it takes to get where he wants to go. But he’d never do so to his brother or a close friend unless it’s getting the last piece of meat from the meal. He likes to get what he wants when he wants whenever he wants.
Now, he isn’t spoiled, he just crushes the competition in his way, he likes to work to get things instead of having them exactly handed to him. Rickie’s trust lies low as well. He doesn't believe people really want to just truly love him as a friend. It might take a lot to actually make it in to his heart as a friend and not another enemy or person to use.
His courage is too much for him to handle and never had a bluff left his mouth. When he says he is going to beat to the living crap out of you, expect to be left in an alleyway with no memory. He is a gambler who tends to party way too much and a huge flirt. You could say he is a gigantic douche bag.
He's just as adventurous as his brother. But he has something called 'caution'. He'd rather check the ice than dash right across it. He takes the right measures for everything. I suppose you could say he is a perfectionist. Everything does have to be perfect. Grades, hair, clothing, music, everything. Rooms must be cleaned, counters spotless, I guess it's ODC.
Rickie isn't quiet, he isn't reserved. He can be quite loud; too loud to be honest. The smirk plastered on his face is already loud enough. He's sly, slick, a bad boy if you gotta call him one. He gambles, he plays others like cards. He can be sensitive, he just sometimes doesn't want to be.
He only sees some people as chess pieces ready to be placed and knocked over to get a check mate that claims him winner.
He's a gamer too. All types of games, he likes them. Playstation games, board games, nintendo games, inside games, outdoors games, he doesn't care they are all entertaining. He might be the only one that can withstand a 5 hour game of monopoly. His favorite game is legend of zelda and nintendo dogs. Just don't tell anyone. What kind of grown man plays nintendo dogs?
Rickie is also a book-worm. Gasp. Yes, big bad wolf likes to read books. He use to read books to his brother when he was little, so he's gotten a habit to wanting to read for others. His hand would be the first one up when the offer was given to read to the class. He has Harry Potter books scatter around his room, hunger games, narnia, you name it he has it.
In his old cottage it has a small room full of books. Most are books you'd find an elementry student reading. Most of his highschool level books are in his room or at the farm house. But he still loves child books. He's a sucker for them. Romance books, mangas, kipper, blues clues, books books books._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｃｏｌｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ,
ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａ ｄｏｇ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ
ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｔｅｌｌｓ ｙｏｕ ｔｏ ｔｅａｒ
ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ａｐａｒｔ.
Ｍｙ ｂｏｄｙ'ｓ ｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ ｉｎ ｔｅｅｔｈ ｍａｒｋｓ.
Ｙｏｕｒ ｂｉｔｅ'ｓ ｗｏｒｓｅ ｔｈａｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｂａｒｋ.
Ｙｏｕ ｒｕｉｎ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｔｏｕｃｈ ａｎｄ
ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙ ａｎｙｏｎｅ ｙｏｕ ｌｏｖｅ._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ｇᴏᴛ ｓᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ Ａʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏｓᴇ Ｓᴄᴀʀｓ?"
Ｗｈｙ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ
ｐｅｓｔｅｒ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ
ｅｌｓｅ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｉｓ,
ｈｍｍ?"
Roderick was born in the famous loch ness, raised in the large Glasglow, scotland and lived in the highlands of it all. He went through plenty of what his brother had been through, but he has a different point of view to match his scars. He took what he could get as a child and tried to answer his questions on his own. After the death of his mother, betrayal of his family and being put in to the orphanage he learned how to take care of himself and his brother. He's so close to his brother, always there checking up on him.
When they were little he use to read books to him. He learnt you can't really rely on others all the time. The only person her chose to rely on was the one who took out of his hell-hole and in to a whole new life; Hernado. The old bat is still alive, living it up with his girlfriend, or should I say wife, in the highlands of Glasgow. The man is probably 34 now, not that old really.
He's a young guy actually, but he Hernado's growing the grey hairs of senior hood. He wasn't directly fond of them at first, but her learnt quickly they meant no harm at all, only love. Rickie grew attached to them, and soon helped his brother seek them out as parents. During middle school him and his brother were back up to their troublesome life-styles; causing teachers havoc, stealing out the cookie jar and such. They weren't a goody-goody group of twins.
Double trouble aren't they? Rickie tended to get in to a lot of drama and fights in highschool with all the girls he dated. This girl was dating that guy so that guy found out and screamed at this girl and this girl lied and that girl told and that girl was the gossip girl and as the gossip girl she gossiped and told everyone and not bad girls were attracted to him and not guys liked to beat on him. Damnit highschool. Teach good things for once, not drama.Ｌｏｖｅ ｍｅ ｃａｎｃｅｒｏｕｓｌｙ,
ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｓａｌｔ-ｓｏｒｅ ｓｏａｋｅｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ.
"Ｈｉｇｈ ｍａｉｎｔｅｎａｎｃｅ"
ｍｅａｎｓ ｙｏｕｒ ａ ｇｌｕｔｔｏｎｏｕｓ ｑｕｅｅｎ,
ｎａｒｃｉｓｓｉｓｔｉｃ ａｎｄ ｍｅａｎ.
Ｋｉｌｌ ｍｅ ｒｏｍａｎｔｉｃａｌｌｙ, ｆｉｌｌ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｖｏｍｉｔ
ｔｈｅｎ ａｓｋ ｍｅ ｆｏｒ ａ ｐｉｅｃｅ ｏｆ ｇｕｍ.
Ｂｉｔｔｅｒ ａｎｄ ｄｕｍｂ, ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｓｕｇａｒｐｌｕｍ
ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａｗｆｕｌ, Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ
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Ｓᴏ, 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
Ｌᴏᴠᴇ-Ｌɪғᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀｓ
"Ｗｈｙ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ? Ｇｏｔ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ?"
Rickie, he's use to be a quick one to date any girl he liked or interested him. He got out of that because of all the highschool drama that follows randomized dating. He takes his time now when seeking out a girl that he can keep. It's a bit hard, he isn't a very commited person, but he can surely try and be commited to a simple relationship.
He isn't a fan of clingy people, a few hugs every hour or so is fine but constant text messaging, late night calling and skyping will bug the living hell out of him. The only person he is use to seeing this often is his family dang it, not you. He likes the nice but adventurous girls. Chest size and body type doesn't really matter to him anymore. All that matters if you come up to his chest or not. He likes girls that size.
Why? He doesn't know. Short girls are just cute. He doesn't mind if his love wants to climb all over him time to time, he's gotten use to it with the dog, lambs, foals and bunnies tumbling across his back all the time. If you haven't guessed yet, Rickie is straight and currently single and looking. {//finished X3//}
