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[cucumber]

OK, I did

Theo laughed a little before responding, "Okay, I was born in a small town in New Jersey. I have three brothers and a sister. My brothers names are Carl, Frank, and Jason my sisters name is Julie. I don't really talk to them anymore now that I live here. My family wasn't too happy about it." Theo thought about Julie, she is only six years old, would she really miss him that much? He thought about his brothers, they were old enough that he had formed some kind of bond with them, but would they miss him? It was hard to say, but he didn't want to call, his parents wouldn't be happy that he called. "So what about you?" He asked, "Where are you from? Do you have any siblings?" Theo sat in anticipation for her answer, he really wanted to get to know her. He had only been here for a month, so he didn't have any friends yet, and he need one.

[trills]

"Okay, I'm from Minnesota. Interesting, right? I'm the youngest of three. My sister's name is Charlotte, and my brother's name is John. John's still in college, and Charlotte is wasting her degree in biochemistry by sitting at home all day, spending her husband's paychecks." Shirley shifted her jaw, raising an eyebrow in a mixture of anger and discomfort. She didn't agree with her sister's life choices, but her parents thought she was perfectly successful. Whereas Shirley, who was actually working for a living, was the "black sheep" of the family. She sighed. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I just get frustrated with her, sometimes." She tucked her bangs behind her ear again. "John's nice though. How old are your siblings? Do you get along well?"

[cucumber]

"So you're quite a long ways from home are you?" Theo joked, "And you're sister shouldn't be just sitting there all day, it's fine that you are a bit mad, I mean, you have to work for a living, while she just gets to sit at home all day. How is that fair?" He spun his straw around in the coffee cup, "Well, Julie's the youngest, she's 6. Then there's Carl who is 8, Frank who's 11, and Jason who's 15. Most of them are too young for me to hang out with, but Jason is. He's a bit mad that I left him alone with the younger ones, but I couldn't have made a living there." Theo said, "What about you? How old are your siblings?" He didn't really like to talk much, but he loved his siblings, and he could just talk about them for days.

[trills]

"Yeah, thankfully. I don't think I could stand being much closer." She looked down. "It's not fair, but I guess that's the way life is." Shirley sighed. "Aw, they're little! I bet Julie's a sweetheart." She smiled, remembering how fun it was to be a little kid. "A big, crazy family. Wow, that must get hectic at times. It must be nice to escape for a while, but I bet you miss them." She crossed one leg over the other, switching legs from previously and accidentally brushing against Theo's foot. "Oops," she blushed slightly, drawing her feet closer to her body. "Charlotte is 25, and John's 21. Me and John always used to play, while Charlotte did 'big girl stuff,'" Shirley giggled a little, remembering her childhood days. "I miss John. We visit every now and then, but it's really hard. He's going to Stanford," she explained, "and neither of us are huge fans of air travel."

[cucumber]

Theo nodded a little bit then said, "yeah they are pretty little, Julie is pretty sweet," He stopped for a moment and thought about her innocent little face. "It gets pretty crazy over there a lot." Theo said, "I miss them sometimes, but it's nice to get away." He blushed a little when Shirley brushed against him, he pulled his legs in closer to his body. "There's a bit of an age gap, it's normally Jason and I, then Frank and Carl. Then little Julie trying to get in where she can fit," Theo said, "That's nice, Stanfords nice, I don't like air travel either, it makes me queasy." He remembered the flight here, how when he got off he almost puked, and when he was getting on, and while flying. He smirked a little at the thought.

[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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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.

[cucumber]

Accepted.

[miya.]

[ Anyone open for Eleena? ]

[Brittle]

♚ ♚ ♚

Shiloh Rebecca Detroit.

H-hey, I guess...My name is Shiloh, it means Peace. My full name is Shiloh Rebecca Detroit. My m-middle name and first name combined means Peaceful Bind. I don't have many nick names, but I am called Shy fairly a lot at school, and that may not be just it's the beginning of my name...

My mother, Jasmine Cindy Lou Detroit died when she was murdered on a trip to Montana. Of course this was when I was seven, n-not the age I am now. George Steven Detroit, my dad, slipped into a state of mind I couldn't get him out of, sort of like a sadness coma but he was conscious and could do things... Soon my grandmother pulled him out enough that he could help me survive and go to school.

I'm 17. Born on August 3rd, 1997. In a Montana hospital. I own a small car that's bright red. My dads my life now. And my car...and my pet randy. He's a golden retriever with a little darker fur then usual for his breed, Randy's precious little blue eyes make you want to take him h-home with you!

I'd say I'm very shy and...what's the word? O-oh yeah. Naive. I am very gullible and am not the best person to have on your team. I want to be brave I just don't know how to be brave... Well...I want someone too care for me.
Don't get me wrong my dad does but... Care for me as in love me. A boy... I've been hurt so many times by boys who think I'm perfect just because I'm pretty. But when they find out I'm naive, gullible, cowardly, they realize I'm
not worth it. And then I turn into just a pretty face in the crowd.

Too be truthful I've always wanted fantasy too be real. The things we read...the things we...see. Too be real. Is that too much to ask for? Vampires and werewolves...flying carpets and princesses! Robin hood, and fairies! I know I'm not the only one who yearns for these things...

I guess I'm kind of sportsy. I enjoy basketball and soccer.But don't apply myself to those topics. I excel at English, for my writing and reading grades. 113.5% above average percentile. I guess that wraps up me...

People tell me I'm very delicate. But they have not seem my muscles. I'm not trying to brag, I work out, and I do sports. I have a small frame and i'm sort of tall, but not very. I have straight platinum waves and faint white skin
Rosy cheeks and thin red lips decorate my face.

People tell me I'm beautiful, but I've yet to believe it. I was anorexic once, because one girl mentioned my weight
in a joke, she was honestly just being funny, and I went bonkers and starved myself for a week. My skin isn't the greatest either... three years of cutting have left it flaky and fragile.

Some old friends of mine used to say that the popular people were jealous of my natural looks. But I just brushed that off, unbelieving. I'm not pretty, I'm not even ordinary, I'm just...me.

My usual attire is just hoodies and skinny jeans. I have my own personal style as in, uniqueness. My dad knows that I like to be 'comfortable'. So I only own one pair of ballet flats, two dresses, and one skirt. But my favorite thing to wear are shoes. My spiked converse and moccasins.

Hmm, theme song? I'd have to say Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men or maybe Lightning strikes by Snow Patrol. "Just for a minute, the silver forked sky, lit you up like a star, that I will follow." Is probably my line from the song Lightning Strikes. My lyric from Little Talks is maybe this one: "There's an old voice in my head that's, holding me back. Well tell her that I miss our little talks..." That answer your question?

I have a phobia of not being accepted. My blindness causes some popularity issues, popularity as in having friends not hogging the spotlight. Psshh, you thought I was one of those girls? Wait you didn't know I was half blind? Oops. Well it's my left eye, see that it's strangely blue and my other is green? It's more heterochromia. But still a little obvious...

I am heterosexual through and through. It's another word for Straight let's just say that. Most of my friends are bisexual so I have nothing against that! I like boys and I like girls as friends

Any more questions? Well, okay...I guess i'll tell you about my past... I have to warn you, it's a tough subject...
I was born on March 19th 1997. At 7:30 In the morning my mother had me. My dad was called and he rushed too the hospital. Two hours later I was born and was sent to the nursery type room. Where...A woman tried too take me. She just took me from the nurses and started sprinting out the door. Of course the police caught her and I was given back too my mom but still...Who would do that? Anyways, I used to have a little sister named Talia but she died of cancer when she was three years old.
Probably Twenty more incidents happened after that that I don't have time to explain so yeah.

[miya.]

"Okay turn your head to the right a little bit." As Eleena did as he was told he herd the familiar click of the camera and a small grin formed on his face. That was intel someone suddenly jumped on the photographers back and Eleena burst into a fit of laughter. Oh they were so lucky they were working with a photographer they knew pretty well or Alana would be in so much trouble right now! Once the laughing stopped Eleena shouted, "Alana get off his back all ready! I don't want to have to stay late today!" Even as he yelled it though Alana was laughing and hugging himself tightly to the photographer bellow him who was trying to throw Alana off but laughing at the time time. With a roll of his eyes the long black hair man stepped around the props that were set up around him and over to where his friend was hanging on to the photographers back. Coming up behind them slowly and silently he waited a moment before putting his hands on the younger boys sides and tickling him silly intel he shrieked and dropped off the photographers back and was wiggling on the floor shrieking at the top of his lungs. "You done messing up my shoot now Alana?" Eleena asked, grinning in the process and continuing to tickle the younger boy intel he finally shrieked okay. Laughing and shaking his head Eleena stood himself back up, "Good! Now why are you here little idiot? Did your shoot end all ready?" As Alana caught his breath and got himself up from the floor he laughed softly, "Yeah it just finished and I missed you Eleena! I wanna go some where with you!" Eleena let out a soft breath and looked at his photographer and then at the time. "Well we have been here all night... Do you mind Tebo? We really should go and get something to eat..." The photographer sighed, "Lee we've gotta get these photos in by noon, you know that. We really don't have time." A small frown creased Eleena's lips at the photographers words, that was intel something came to mind and he grinned. "Do you still have your little portable camera with you? The one you all ways used to carry every where?" At Tebo's nod Eleena grinned, "Come on. Lets take this photo shoot on the road then!" And before Tedo could say a word Eleena had grabbed his jacket and an extra change of clothes and rushed of the door, Alana running close behind.