"..just a friend.." [open]

[The Devil's Brood]

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alexander wills.
...you're a k i n g
and i'm a { lionheart } ...

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"when we see the light when we're going home..."

"we'll dance on our graves with our bodies below."

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ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴏ ʙ ᴠ ɪ ᴏ ᴜ s

name. alexander grayson wills is his full name, but because it's a bit of a mouthful, alexander will suffice, or alex better yet. though, close relatives have been known to call him xander or gray even, but these are specifically reserved for family and not just anyone who feels like using them. his name was originally deriving from greek origin until society latinized it, translating its meaning to "defending man" or "to defend, help, protect".
age. alexander was born december 9, 1994 in birmingham, alabama, which is where he gets his southern drawl. this would put him at the age of eighteen, turning nineteen this december, indicating that he is fresh out of highschool and living his life out on his own.
gender. well this is a little awkward, but if you really cannot tell just by looking at him, let me draw your attention to a certain location a few feet below where if you were to tug that zipper down, you would meet the one part of him that confirms that he is in fact very much male.
sexual orientation. alexander is in fact straight, heterosexual, he likes girls, although he does believe in the lgbt rights.
religious orientation. alexander isn't much of a holy man but he was raised roman catholic although he never liked going to church and singing in the choir every sunday.
nationality. alexander is half italian, a quarter irish, and a quarter german. he speaks english, but can speak fluent italian, although it's often incoherent due to his inherited southern accent.

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ʙ ᴀ ᴛ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ s ᴄ ᴀ ʀ s

weight. alexander, being an athlete, has to take a number of diets and must keep a certain weight, which is currently one hundred and fifty-four.
height. alexander stands at a towering six foot one, a genetic trait from his father's side.

"...and at once i knew..."

"...i was not magnificent..."
hair. alexander has dark muddy brown hair that is usually style upwards in a sort of "faux hawk" fashion that is usually fashioned by him running his fingers through his hair. it's rather spikey naturally, not needing much gel.
eyes. his eyes are a bright spring emerald green, similar to the color of a maple leaf being held up to the sun, or simply the emerald gem.
body. as mentioned, alexander much go through a number of diets and exercise to keep him healthy, fit, strong, and to keep his stamina up. he's rather broad, due to the exercise suggestion his father has given him from his experience in the marines. his chest and torso are rather sculpted with a chiseled, toned stomach. he has lean, muscular arms and strong legs from his continuous exercise and use of both his arms and legs. he does, however, have one body modification: a tattoo. his friends find it odd he hasn't been suspended from it, but all in all, alexander is a good kid, and his tattoo isn't crude nor violent in any way. in black, celtic font, across his right forearm, it reads: "poteris", which, translated, reads "thou mayest".

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ʙ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴍ ʏ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ᴇ ʀ

personality. all in all, alexander is probably one of the most down to earth, easy going, and understanding man you'll ever have the disadvantage to meet. he's young and fresh out of high school, ergo, he's a bit high on life at the moment and he is very reluctant to come down. since he was a small boy, he's always been adventurous and looking for the next "great perhaps", which, incidentally, he got the inspiration from a john green novel. he isn't much of a dare devil, but he enjoys a good thrill because he's justified in his mind that you don't have much time on this earth to live, and he wants to live his life to the fullest, which means a lot of travelling and working hard. a trait he's gained form his father; his stubborn and headstrong attitude that has got him to look forward to a long life of working for what you want. he's ambitious and doesn't like giving up or feeling defeated; in a game of monopoly, that's one thing, but in football is an entirely different thing. in a family game, no one in expecting you to win, in fact, they want you to lose, and that justification makes playing those games more relaxing. but when you play a game like football, and everyone is expecting you to do your best, it's disappointing to let them down. for this reason, alexander can be somewhat of a "worry wart", especially when it comes to things like sport (which is more previously since he graduated) and school (he plans on going to a good college). but one thing that makes him fun to be around is that he wants to focus on the now instead of the later aspect of life. he knows he stresses a lot about the outcome of events, and he publicly kicks himself about it because it makes him frustrated, but he really is pretty easy when it come to have a good time with friends and family. he is die hard loyal, to the point where most of his friends have given him the name "dog" since his loyalty resembles that of man's best friend, and when worded like that, alexander didn't think the nickname was so bad. he's brave, never backing down from a challenge that is safe (the type of "safe" that he has to justify, again, in his mind). when it comes to his family, alexander wouldn't give up the world for another--despite the fact that his mother judges his wardrobe and his little brother constantly brags about how he is the smartest "heir". when it comes to his friend, including the one he loves most, he's very protective over them, not stopping to come to their defense and he would jump in front of a bullet for any of them in a heartbeat. a choice few he feels rather possessive over, especially a certain one.

"...these bruises make for better conversation..."

"...everybody loses, we all have bruises..."

likes. while alexander is very passionate, he has a hard time deciphering liking something and being okay with a certain thing or person existing. one thing that has always had his interest in the armed forces such as the marines, us army, air force, navy, national guard, etc., etc. he admires the soldiers for their courage do practically sign their death sentence but take the risk for their country, despite the fact they only know a small knit of people in the whole millions of them. like any all-American man, alexander loves sports that include baseball, basketball, football, or really anything with a ball. he's very active and likes to keep himself fit, which is probably why he loves his gym membership as well. he loves his family; including his parents, his younger brother matt, and his dogs cliff and ford.
dislikes. one thing alexander hates is expectations because he hates the weight of having to live up to them. his entire life, his parents, teachers, friends, and coaches have pushed him to do better than his best, and he doesn't want to live up to them. he loves life, he's high on it, the exact reason he doesn't want to limit himself. that's another thing: limits; rules--he loathes them. he lives how he pleases and won't let anyone tell him otherwise. he hates rollercoasters, and not because of the height, but because when he was younger, his uncle took him on a rollercoaster he wasn't tall enough to ride, and he about slipped out of his seat on the loop. ever since, he refuses to get on one. he doesn't like cats either because they are prissy little felines who scratch you and jump on everything. he dislikes racists, homophobes, gangs, drugs, alcohol, and Church.
history. alexander is the son of jonathon and rebecca wills, being born december ninth in birmingham, alabama where he was raised for thirteen years. his father was a marine, though he was very kind and loving, even if he wasn't at home very often. his mother worked part time at the city library, which got alexander into books and literature. growing up, when his father was away on duty and his brother had not yet been born, alexander would go to work with his mom and spend his time sitting down in the kid's section, reading dr. seuss, although his favorite book was "brown bear, brown bear". by the time he was in fourth grade, he was laying on his back in the young adult's section, where he found his place until he was thirteen and his father got relocated a year after his brother christian's birth.
out of everything, moving to a new area where no one talked like he did and no one wore dusted blue jeans and flannels but baggy dark pants and leather jackets, no matter the temperature. though, he never changed his style, despite the fact he was picked on for a straight year about his "funny drawl" and "weird clothing"; that all stopped the moment everyone realized his talent in guitar and sports. in fact, no one would stop bugging him when he became the first freshman to make the varsity football team as the wide receiver and a starting center for the varsity basketball team. not that he didn't like the fact that he now had friends, he just didn't like the crowd.

"...god and his priests and his kings..."

"...all were waiting, all will wait, as they dance..."
around his sophomore year, his father was home more often. well, he was in the city, but never really home. due to the collection of homework, club meetings, and sports, alexander was oblivious to the fact that his father wasn't well. he began to drink a lot and shout more, and then he would suddenly start crying and apologize for yelling, expressing how he loved him and was just tired. he had dismissed the behavior until he found out that his father had been suffering from something called "survivor's guilt" due to fact that his best friend, samuel, had jumped in front of a bullet for him. alexander had gone to samuel's funeral, but he was never aware of the details of his death more than that he had been shot. his father quickly became more and more aggressive until one day, jonathon hit alexander, the blow giving his son a solid black left eye for a good week and a half. alexander had came home late from practice, his legs aching, and he forgot to take his grass stained and muddy shoes off as he made his way through the house. when he passed the living room, his father had been sitting on the couch, staring at the blank television screen. when he noticed alexander pass, he immediately went off about how he was trekking mud through his house, and when alexander took them off, he began to question him about where he was, saying that alexander was "using his money for drugs or alcohol when they could be going towards food for his mother and younger brother" and when alexander said that he wasn't doing anything, jonathon swung a fist with a blow that knocked alexander against the wall. stunned, alexander didn't give his father a chance to apologize before running up to his room. since then, the relationship between him and his father has been strained.
despite the traumatic experience, alexander has remained optimistic and determined in his extracurricular events. instead, he took any excuse he could to get out of the house and away from his father whether it be going to parties, which would mostly consist of him either sitting on a couch and talking to himself since everyone else was either high or drunk, or he was dancing rather suggestively, just trying to forget about the man back home, getting groceries, studying at the library, or even driving over to the next town to fish or hunt during the appropriate seasons. but still, he was happy, especially when he went to parties that were stationed in the town over, where there was a lake they'd drive their trucks out to and they'd dance on the bed and swim and listen to music and grill hamburgers and such. those were the parties that reminded alexander of his home in alabama. now, his father doesn't live in the house, and while his parent's never divorced, they no longer see each other. instead, jonathon lives in a hotel on the outskirts of town.

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family. his father is a retired marine by the name of jonathon alexander wills and his mother is a volunteer nurse at the county blood bank by the name of rebecca elena lee wills. his younger brother is a seven year old who will be going into first grade, name christian lee wills.
love life. alexander has dated a lot of girls during the past two years specifically, which is why he lost his virginity by the time he was sixteen. but, for the moment, he's single, and for a very specific reason. he's done going after girls for their beauty--he wants a good girl. he's not looking for permanent love but just a temporary partner that is committed to him. but for now, he'll stay single, and he's fine with that.

[enigma.]

ᴄᴏʀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs
➹"he's climbing the mountains high."
⇠ ⇡ ⇢
"he brings out the animal in its cage."➷

Ｒｉｓｉｎ' ｕｐ, ｂａｃｋ ｏｎ

ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｅｅｔ. Ｄｉｄ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ,

ｔｏｏｋ ｍｙ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ. Ｗｅｎｔ

ｔｈｅ ｄｉｓｔａｎｃｅ ｎｏｗ Ｉ'ｍ ｂａｃｋ

ｏｎ ｍｙ ｆｅｅｔ. Ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｍａｎ ａｎｄ

ｈｉｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｔｏ ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ

Ｓｏ ｍａｎｙ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｉｔ ｈａｐｐｅｎｓ
ｔｏｏ ｆａｓｔ. Ｙｏｕ ｔｒａｄｅ ｙｏｕｒ
ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｇｌｏｒｙ. Ｄｏｎ'ｔ
ｌｏｓｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｒｉｐ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ
ｄｒｅａｍｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｐａｓｔ. Ｙｏｕ
ｍｕｓｔ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ
ｔｈｅｍ ａｌｉｖｅ

Ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｇｅｒ,

ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｒｉｌｌ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ

ｆｉｇｈｔ. Ｒｉｓｉｎ' ｕｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ

ｃｈａｌｌｅｎｇｅ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｒｉｖａｌ.

Ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｋｎｏｗｎ

ｓｕｒｖｉｖｏｒ ｓｔａｌｋｓ ｈｉｓ ｐｒｅｙ

ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ. Ａｎｄ ｈｅ'ｓ

ｗａｔｃｈｉｎ' ｕｓ ａｌｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ

ｅｙｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｇｅｒ

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬“ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

name;; cory blake matthews
nicknames;; bear
age;; eighteen
gender;; male
stereotype;; adventurer
nationality;; american / italian

"Hello there. Nice to meet you! I'm afraid we'll have to hurry through this, I've got adventures to find! They call me Cory, well that's my first name actually. My full name is Cory Blake Matthews, I've got three first names! Well more or less, take away an s and then you've got it. Anyways, I don't have any nicknames. Well, there's one I'd rather not think about. It's a little embarrassing, it's Bear. It came from my home who used to call me her "sweet little honey bear" and eventually the bear part-and only the bear part-stuck. For those who I'm close to they may know the whole little nickname and use it against me sometimes. I hate it to be honest. But anyways, we need to move along, we're wasting time talking about nicknames. I'm currently eighteen, I became of legal age a few months ago. Or weeks, I'm not sure. What's the date? Oh who cares anyways, we don't need to focus on dates and the like. Well, I'm obviously a male, if you couldn't tell? Are you blind? No, seriously, are you? I suppose you're deaf too, my voice doesn't sound like a girl's. Does it? Well we don't need to focus, if you're deaf and blind this won't really matter to you. Most people label me as the "adventurer" of every group. I guess it's true, I've always been one to test the limits of where I could go. From time to time I've found trouble by doing so but not always. Sometimes it actually works out for me. Surprising right? I thought so. Well, I'm half-American and half-Italian. My dad was from America but was this big around the world type of guy and met me mom in Italy. That will be explained later on so don't worry."

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬“ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

hair;; dark brown, short
eyes;; dark green
skin;; light tan
height;; 5'11
weight;; 164 lbs
piercings;; left ear
tattoos;; none
scars;; leg

"Well, I guess you'r blind then, we'll go with that. Why describe myself otherwise? Is it so you can know how I view myself? Whether or not I have low self-esteem, normal, or high? Is that it? Well I can't think of another reason, it seems to be the only reasonable one to me. Personally I don't think I'm that bad. Not the most handsome but I don't think I'm the ugliest either, more in between I suppose. Anyways, let's get rolling then. I'm kind of tall, average? I don't know, what's the average height for guys? Okay, no more questions. I'm about 5'11, give or take. Let's see, I'm like 164 pounds, again, give or take. I don't really focus on weighing myself, like ever. I wouldn't be surprised if I was more, I eat a lot. I can't help the fact that I like food. I mean it's food, who cares? Actually, I think I want food now. No? I have to finish, okay then. Rude. I'll get it later then, you're not invited. Due to my mom's Italian blood I've got tan skin, lighter then a full Italian but I still have it. I've got light green eyes and dark hair. Food now. Are you serious? More? I hate all of you. My skin is pretty clean, I don't have any tattoos and very few scars. I have one on my left leg from when I tumbled down a hill and received a gash on my leg from a stick that was in the ground. Adventures right? My mom wasn't happy about it, and she wasn't happy that I got my left ear pierced either. I think I did it because of a dare. She would probably know, she never let it go. Still talks about it sometimes. I have a, what is it called again.. Oh! A strong jaw line, that's it, I think. Anyways, yeah I do. It's mostly covered by a little bit of stubble since I forget to shave a lot. Not my fault there are better things to do. I have a small nose, or so I've been told. It's not very big on my face, kind of small. But I have heard people joke that my lips were big enough to make up for it. I don't get it. My hair is normally kind of spike up in the front, it's naturalish though. There's only a little gel involved. I don't like dressing fancy, I like shorts and t-shirts and that's about it. I'm done, food."

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬“ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

good traits;; adventurous, hard-working,
joker
bad traits;; pushy, sarcastic
likes;; sleeping, food, baseball,
exploring, hiking
dislikes;; giving up, laziness,
whining
fears;; ferris wheels,
falling to his death
diseases;; none

"Oh boy, here comes the fun part. Isn't enough for me to explain how I look you want to know how I act too? And I have to describe it? No, I will not put my cookies down for this section, you have to tough it out now. So, I've always been the adventurous type. I love going places and testing the boundaries of where I can go. It's fun to find something new in a place you've never been. One day I'd like to do what my dad did and go around the world, seeing exotic places, meeting new people, and most of all discovering unseen places. I guess I'm a bit hard-working too. I've never been one to give up easily even when I should. Like trying to climb a tree when I was too young and falling and breaking my arm. That was probably one of those times where I should have given up and try again another time. I failed that part. I like working though, it gives me something to do and keeps me moving. It isn't that good when I stop moving, I just start to bounce in place. So I've never been one to keep inside for long, I'm always outside. I'm also a bit of a joker. I don't like seeing anyone sad. I love to pull pranks even if they end up turning bad sometimes. It's never stopped me before. I've tried to avoid going to far with my jokes, but the thing is sometimes I have gone too far. I always try to apologize and make up for it by being nice and making goodish brownies, not much of a baker but I can cook. I may seem great, but not so much. I'm kind of pushy, like it a door says to open slowly I'll be the one rushing through with it. I always like things to go my own way, this isn't that bad though. I always try to make sure and take other people into consideration, the thing is I don't notice when I do it. So most of the time I tell people to tell me when I'm being pushy and I'll stop. Not to mention when someone is thinking about giving up, I become especially pushy then. I don't like to see people fail or give up so I'm always trying to push them further the same as I seem to push myself further. I can also be kind of sarcastic. It isn't like it's everywhere all the time, but it shows. The good part is I have to be mad to be sarcastic and I don't always get mad. It takes a special type of person to push my buttons enough for me to become mad, so I guess it's good.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬“ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

hometown;; palermo, italy
birthday;; may 21
father;; james cory matthews
mother;; caterina oria ricci
step-mother;; none
step-father;; none
brother;; franscesco james matthews
sister;; none

"Well, before I tell you my history you need to know how my parents met. My dad was the sort of guy who liked to go around the world, seeing new places and exploring. Well, one time he heads to Italy's Sicily region and ends up in Palermo after he gets lost. There he meets my mom, and it's that sort of summer love thing. It was kind of a weird love though, my dad actually loved her and she fell in love with the American who was fascinating. Well, my dad ended up loving her so much he moved to Palermo to be with her and six months into their relationship they were married. My mom's dad gave my dad a job at their restaurant and soon enough my parents had their own place. Which was good because my mom was three months pregnant with me. I was born on May 20th in Palermo. My time there was spent in a family neighborhood getting along with the other kids. Now, my name is more American. My mom was so fascinated with America she wanted me to have an American name, so there it is. When I was about seven my mom had my little brother Franscesco and we were forced to move to a new house in order to have enough room. It was a little rockier there since my parents no longer worked in my grandparent's restaurant but we got along. When I was 12 my dad became home sick and my mother still fascinated by America. So off we went, the half-Italian, half-American family off. When we got there we lived in a nice neighborhood but things were still rocky. My English wasn't the best so I couldn't speak it too well. I was bullied a bit for it but when others discovered my happy and jokester personality I was accepted. From then on life's being pretty nice, and I've learned to speak English more or less fluently, I still miss a few words since I only ever really spoke English at school, and with friends. With family it's all Italian and Sicilian languages-we had to learn to speak both. But even now I remain a bit rocky on the whole English terms and stuff. Complicated place you know.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬“ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ”▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

orientation;; heterosexual
crush;; ---
girlfriend;; none
exes;; some
best friend;; ---

"Here comes the last part, and I'm all out of food so that's good. I'll need more soon. Well, I have quite a few friends, a lot actually. Don't know why or how but I've come across them. I like them, they're certainly interesting people. I do have one best friend though who goes by the name ----. She's a pretty cool person. Anyways, I'm heterosexual, straight, whatever you want to call it. Are there other names? Do they have others? Anyways, so yes, I like girls only. Sorry guys, just never had a thing for you though. I don't currently have a girlfriend and I'm fine with that. I have had ones in the past though, so now their exes. I don't know how many, not that many I imagine. Only been in America for 6 years anyways.

©form: porcelain;
©character: porcelain;
©faceclaim: francisco lachowski
©pictures: respectful owners

[kish]

иαмє;; "It's pretty complicated."
Clarissa Euphoria Vogue;;

иι¢киαмє;; "Too hard for you?"
Clary; Claire;;

αgє;; "Why does it matter?"
Clary just turned Eighteen;;

gєи∂єя;; "Ha, is it not obvious?"
She is girl, thank you;;

ρєяѕσиαℓιту;; "I don't really talk much."
Clary is a quiet girl, known to keep to herself. Well maybe I shouldn't really say "known". No one really knows Clary. She doesn't purposely hide from humanity, it just happens. She's not one to draw attention to herself. She tends to stray away from others, normally tending to her own needs. Some may call her selfish, but who does she have to care for in the first place? With her closest friends, she is a bit more lively. Around them, she is a bit more open to expression. She kind of opens up, becoming more fun to be around. She's a bit bubbly, with a good sense of humor. She's kind, and would do anything for a friend.

Clary doesn't make enemies easily, being that she's so quiet. But with that quiet, comes an opportunity for bullying. Clary doesn't seem to mind it very much, but her silence makes her a target for abuse and gossip. There's been countless rumors, all revolving around her. Of course, none of them are true, and they always wither away.

Over all, Clary is kind and quiet with a calm nature. If you get on her bad side, she can have an attitude. She is independent, and doesn't enjoy taking orders from others. She doesn't work well in uncooperative groups. It's usually her way or the highway, to put it plainly. She will stand up for herself if necessary. She takes everything she does seriously, especially her writing, school work, and art.

нιѕтσяу;; "It's nothing special..."
Clary was the child of two young, inexperienced teenagers. Her mother became pregnant with her at the ripe age of seventeen, causing a rather large commotion in her family life. Clary's grandparents weren't exactly thrilled with their daughter. Her mother was upset, but helped as much as she could. Though, her father wasn't as understanding. Clary's father, eighteen at the time, decided to stay with her mother. They were in love, and he was respectful enough to take responsibility. In fact, he couldn't help the little bit of excitement he got from the thought of being a father. They quickly planned a wedding and were married.

When her mother went into labor, everything seemed fine. She had a normal pregnancy thus far, so nothing out of the ordinary was expected. What happened next came as a shock to everybody. Her mother's cervix didn't dilate properly, and she died of exhaustion in labor. Luckily, the doctors were able to able to save Clary.

Harley, her father, was heartbroken, and sent into an outbreak of depression. Rather than what the two had planned on, Harley named their daughter after her mother, replacing her middle name with the original first name. He still suffers from it at times, and has never remarried. Harley still thinks of his wife everyday, visits her grave every weekend.

Clary was loved by her father. He devoted his life to her, doing everything possible to give her a better life. A wonderful life, even without a mother. This missing factor went unnoticed until she started preschool. Every other little kid had a mother, so why didn't Clary? She would always ask her father about it, but he went quiet every time she began to question. When she was about seven years old, a very young age, her grandmother told her the truth.

Clary's grandmother became a huge mother figure in her life. She taught her the feminine things her father couldn't understand, and was constantly taking her in on the weekends. Clary is still very close to her grandmother, and visits her whenever possible.


ℓσνє ℓινє;; "I really don't get out much."
to be added soon;;

ρι¢тυяєѕ;; "I'm not exactly 'beautiful'."
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Masqerade Outfits;; "This... This doesn't feel right."
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[misfits.]

[all accepted]

[loulou800]

"I try to be as real as I can be."

Chysler | Mick | Heymen
the "Stubborn" Girl

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Name: Chysler Mick Heymen.
Nickname(s)? Chels, Chee, Chy-Shy, Mickey, Chys, Cheezie, "Cheeky Chelsea".
Age: Seventeen years old.
Birthday: February. 6th.
Hometown: Detroit, Michigan.
Height: 5'10''.
Scars? Chysler has a noticeable scar above her right eyebrow from a traumatic Earthquake that happened when she was little, but other than that, she has no other [visible] scars.
Tattoos? "I don't want a tattoo. If I was forced into getting one though, I'd probably get one of those tattoos at the top of my back. I'd want it to be small, for sure... maybe a four-leaf clover? I like four-leaf clovers."
Piercings? "Only my ears are pierced, and that's it. I think having your belly-button or tongue pierced is painful."
Eye Colour: "My eyes are kind-of like a coffee-brown, you know what I mean? Not like black coffee, but a little lighter than that."
Hair Colour: "I have dark brown hair."
Clothing Style: "I would say that my clothing styles are something along the lines like this, this, and this."

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Personality: Chysler is a stubborn, confident young woman who tries to view the world in the most real perspective as there can be. She admits that although sometimes the things she says aren't true, she can always twist it around to make it look like she's telling the truth. She repeats the same lie over and over that that lie becomes the truth, just like in one of those old proverbs spoken by a wise person of age. Her reality is nothing short of perfect, but Chysler has learned to accept it. Doing so, however, has made her cautious of things that seem suspicious, so it's a little hard for her to learn to trust people based on her past history. Often when she's suspicious of someone, she likes to play along, and her comments are usually sarcastic. Her sarcasm sometimes goes unnoticed, though, and that's when people begin to think that she's believing everything that they say (when, in-reality, she really isn't). She considers that one of her strongest suits, her sarcasm.
Chysler is also quite honest. She says things out in the open when other people don't. She doesn't shed away bits and pieces if it's what people want to hear. She says it because she thinks that they have a choice to hear the truth. And if that certain person is asking for her opinion, she won't try to smudge it all together to fit rainbows and unicorns. She'll fit it so that she's telling that person her real thoughts on that subject, and nothing won't budge her from that position unless something drastic is there to change it.
Apart from Chysler stubbornness and honesty, she can be a real good friend if you want to be. Her only letting a few certain people in because she trusts them earns her faith and her whole well-being into those people. They know who she is, and she can totally be herself around them. She can bawl and she can scream, and she be be quiet and she can just be content to sit in a coffee-shop, reading a mystery novel. If you happen to open up her trust for you, like her very best friend in the whole wide world, she'll be something that you'll be needing. She'll always be there if you need comfort, or when you're super excited about something. She'll drop everything if you need her for something no matter how big or small, or she'll be there on the phone to give you some quick, honest advice. Whatever the case may be, whoever has Chysler as a friend is one lucky person. She'll almost never let you down, and she can keep you smiling through thick and thin- because that's just the kind of person that she is, and she's not about to let you down anytime soon.
When Chysler gets angry, she can go into three modes; depending on how you make her angry:
1. The Silent Chysler. This is usually when you make her super pissed. Not like, "I'm sorry, I accidentally spent all five-hundred dollars that you gave me". It's more like, "Sorry, I went over our line of trust and I 'accidentally' let that embarrassing story of you slip, plus what happened to you in the past". Chysler only tells specific people specific things, even if she is trying to be real to people all the time, that's not to say that she can't hide something every once in a while. But it's more like when Chysler has a past that she only tells three or four people, that's a reason why she doesn't want to tell everyone. She told that person for a reason because she trusted them. You could say that Chysler has a few issues with trust, but that's to be expected, given the past that she had. This "Silent Chysler" is when you trample all over her trust and do something absolutely terrible to her that no human being should ever endure.
2. The Yelling Chysler. The Yelling Chysler can happen when you catch her in a bad mood. That's it. Simply when she's in a bad mood, and you say something completely innocent like "I used up all of your milk, I'm sorry"- that's when she could snap and start throwing hard objects at you, like plates. It kind-of depends on what room she's in. Another point in time where you could encounter the Yelling Chysler is if you mean something to her. If she likes you, and she spots you flirting with another girl, she could get angry with you about anything and she'll shut you out.
Of course, you won't know why she is doing that because you don't know about this Yelling Chysler unless you're best friends with her.
3. "The Fake Smile Chysler". This side of Chysler comes out when she is feeling particularly vulnerable about certain subjects, and she'll try to fool you by plastering on a fake smile. Of course, that doesn't always work, but sometimes it can even fool the smartest of people.
On the other hand of Chylser's anger, she can be real happy and real sad. It doesn't get to the point where she becomes depressed (that was ages ago), but she can go real close to it. And when Chysler is happy, her smile is one of the most contagious things in the whole entire world.
History: Chysler grew up with only a father as a parent, seeing as how her Mother had died giving birth to her. all her life, she had gone through the pain of thinking that she was the reason why her Mother had died, and even though her father had told her countless times that she wasn't to blame, she still blamed herself. She still does, even now, but she's very good at hiding it.
Back then, when the kids at her school had known about her Mother being dead, they had also heard that she had died giving birth to Chysler. They taunted her and called her a "monster", saying that they wouldn't let her near their own Mom's in-fear of killing their own. This was back in elementary school. when the kids didn't know any better, but that didn't make Chysler feel any better. She went home everyday, putting on a fake smile for her Dad because she liked to see him to see her smiling. Her own Dad was fooled by her smile, so she felt that if she kept up what she was doing, her Dad wouldn't know what she was about to do to herself.
A few months into the bullying, and friendless ever since the kids heard about her Mom, Chysler began to cut herself. It began first as small, tiny cuts, hardly bigger than a paper cut but definitely a prick of the skin so that blood flowed. She did it with a tiny knife, and if her Dad asked her about those tiny cuts, she's say that she accidentally tripped and fell on the way to school. She did have to walk through a forest everyday, so her Dad believed her when she had told him that lie. Two years later, those small cuts turned into long strokes, and by then she cut herself everyday. She covered up her arms with long-sleeved shirts and sweaters, and refused to go outside in a tank-top or a swim-suit in fear of people finding out about her cutting.
It soon became the point where she became clinically depressed, and her Dad realized that that there was something wrong with his daughter. He took her in to see the doctor's, and it was then that he realized that his daughter was not only depressed, but had been cutting herself. She had done such a good job on concealing her emotions that he had not even suspected one thing about his daughter's health. That thought deeply disturbed him, and he apologized profusely to his daughter for not realizing soon enough. She had given him a real smile, and had told him that it simply was "not his fault". She had done that to herself, and she only herself to blame.
Since that incident, her father had gone to the principal and told him about the kids bullying his daughter, and when the principal did nothing to help, they moved because the bullying had gotten more extensive. Over the years, Mr. Heymen kept a close watch on his daughter, never letting her out of her sight- and that was when Chysler began only to trust certain people. She had one or two friends, but her best friend was overall her Dad.
That is, until she met her best friend in the whole entire world, and she knew that she could let her walls open up a little for him, and she smiled, really smiled at the fact that she would be okay- because she had him and her Dad, and that was all she needed.
To this day, Chysler still carries those scars (they were pretty deep cuts)- but she knows that she can wear tank-tops and swim-suits because the people that she trusts? Won't question her about those cuts ever. And the people that ask? She'll just tell them a cat scratched her when she was younger. Hey, the whole world doesn't need to know about her past, do they.
Since she is now going to the camp, her Dad feels that he doesn't need to watch over her because her best friend will be there with her, and, like Chysler, he trusts him as much as he trusts Chysler. He knows that he'll keep a careful eye on his little girl.
Three likes: Spiderman, music, and her best friends.
Three dislikes: Bullying, people trying to define you as something that you're not, and garlic cloves.
One big secret: Chysler secretly wants to be swept away by a Prince Charming (hint, hint). She's actually quite the big romantic at heart, although she tries very hard to hide it behind a stoic expression.
One talent: Chysler can play the piano and sing very well.

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Crush: Sure, some might say it's that typical best-friend-attraction kind-of thing.
But for Chysler, she thinks that it's the real deal.
She could very well be in-love with her best guy friend.
She thinks that he's the perfect cup of tea, the "apple to her pie", the honey to her toast, and the laughter to her comedy. "Shut up, it's not bad to think these things."
Boyfriend? With all the bullying that Chysler endured, everyone failed to notice how beautiful Chysler was (or rather, is). She's never had a boyfriend because all the guys thought that if they went out with her, they'd be bullied as well. So she has been boyfriend-less for seventeen years and counting. It's not that she really doesn't mind, it's the fact that she feels like she's the only seventeen year old in the world who has never been kissed (which is definitely not true).
Past Boyfriends: "... really?"

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Job? Chysler used to work at a shoe store, but quit for the Summer because she wanted to go to the camp.
Phone? "Call me a nerd, but I have one of those flippy phones. It doesn't have a camera, but hey, I have a Canon T3i, so how can I complain about this flippy phone? And besides, who really needs one of those iPhone's? Pfft."
Car? "Daddy offered to buy me one, but I said that I wanted to buy one by myself. I'll probably end up getting one of those old vintage cars, but whatever. At-least I'll know that I'll have bought it from my job at the shoe store. And from some of my savings. I'm almost at my target to buy the car, so... awesome!"
Pet(s)? "We don't have any pets in the house. I think it'd be sad to see a pet go when it gets old. It'll be too much for my Dad and I to bear. And it'll remind me too much of... stuff."
Hobbies: "I love to sing, dance, watch movies, go shopping, and blog about stuff. I also love to play the piano, the harmonica, the clarinet, and the djambe drum. I think those instruments are great. I'm also an avid photographer, and I like to take my camera with me wherever I go!"

**I don't own the Gif's, pictures, or links! Thanks!

[misfits.]

[accepted.
lovely form, by the way. c:]

[loulou800]

[accepted.
lovely form, by the way. c:]

(( Yaay ! Thank-you very much! <3 It took me some time but I do like the way a majority of it turned out.
I can't wait to get started! ))
- lOUlOU8OO

[Just One Yesterday]

Currently a wip. May she have hut 1 with room 1?)

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Truth Mariah
Foxx
❝The Hipster❞
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Truth Mariah Foxx is her name and it shall stay the same. He name consists of 15 letters, 5 syllabels, 5 vowels and 10 consenants. Her first name, Truth, was given to her by her mother. Scarlet(Her mother) wanted Truth to alway tell the Truth, hence the name. Her middle name came from her older sister, Margaret. Margaret was given the choice of any middle name in the world for her sister, sooo she picked Mariah. Why Mariah? Well, Margaret had a beautiful yellow lab puppy named Mariah that had just passed on so she gave Truth the middle name Mariah so she could always a little piece of her puppy. Ok so we now have Truth Mariah but how did that very beautiful last name, Foxx, come to be? Well her mother, sister, brothe, and dad all have the last name, Cole but Truth? Her mother said she wanted to name her Foxx because when she was born she could see a certain nature in her that a fox contains. She would grow to be smart, sly,and beautiful and without a doubt she did.

Truth? Male or female? Take a wild geuss. Well, I have written that she is named Truth Mariah Foxx which is kinda a girly name and she has long, brown, curls that fall down her back. She has a male celebrity crush and I said she was beautiful...... So, male? No, Truth is a true, 100,000 percent female.

Truth is curently 18 years young and she is loving it. She was born December 25 or Christmas Day. She was a little Christmas present to her family who expected her weeks after. Yea, she was pre-mature. Well December 25th, 1995 at 6;36 A.M. Truth Mariah Foxx was born. 18 years later and here she is! Truth loves being 18 since it means freedom and she can legally move out. She can also vote and drive and she can drink in 3 years! She is in her prime or the best time of her life. She is excelling in sports, school, work, guys and many other things. Oh and she is also the same age as her celebrity crush. I could tell you who her celebrity crush is but I think I'll wait until later. Ok, so Truh Mariah Foxx is a female, aged 18...hmmm...what else could I say about this brown-headed beauty?

[misfits.]

[accepted.
and yes, i will mark that down.]

[ever after;]

"If you're lost and alone, and you're sinking like a stone, carry on."

name "My name is honestly nothing special. My name is full out Nicholas Roof. I would prefer to keep my middle name a secret! Sorry. Anyways, everyone calls me Nick. I don't like being called my full name. "Nick" is nothing special. But the way it sounds when you say my full name sounds unique. But yeah, haha."
age "I am eighteen years old. I was born April seventh, which makes me a spring baby. I was born at exactly six fifteen in the morning, coming out as six pounds."
gender "I am female obviously. I mean, it's not like I look like a male or anything. Just kidding, yeah, I'm a male. The gender little kids say have 'cooties'."
looks "For those of you who are basically blind.. I have bright blue eyes. You know, the type that look like "blue diamonds". I have brown long hair. People tell me I'm like a tower. I am five foot nine. And I guess you could call me "slim".

"Keep your head up, keep your heart strong."

personality Confident, Weird, Social, Creative, Classy.
Nick is definitely confident in himself. He accepts his personality and has high self esteem. Not to the point where he's stuck up about himself. He is confident in what he does and says. Nick is also the weird type. Not in a geeky, annoying way. He will say the most random things. But it's part of what makes him funny. He admits to himself he's even weird. So it's not like he doesn't realize it. Nick is the complete opposite of shy. He will walk right up to you and say "hi." He get's along with other people very well, he could start a conversation with a random person and not feel nervous. Nick is also very creative. He is able to be inspired and see in his mind. He takes risks and can face his fears. Being classy to Nick means he respects himself for who he is.
history Nick grew up in Florida. When he was about 14, his family moved to New York. This was a big change for him. One was because he moved to a whole different school in middle school. The worst time to switch schools. The weather was different and so was the people at school. That's pretty much everything important that happened in his life so far.

"Secrets are meant to be kept."

likes Swimming, Running, Clothes, Photography, Nature, Girls, Videography.
dislikes Coldness, Books, School, Bad Hair Days,Bullies, Liars.
orientation "I am as straight as an arrow."
crush "None at the moment."

Form credit; catch me.
Character + info (c) thunder .
Please do not use photos, I was given special permission to use them.

{ this character is so old, im working on changing his personality and history because it's not very well written. }