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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.

{ I am so sorry this took so long. You are accepted! }

[Brittle]

no problem.

thanks for accepting me, I'll post in a few!

[polaroidpizza]

I am sorry, but I must quit. I either have no time to post, or I am not able to keep up. Bye!

[littleghosthunter]

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Shaking my head I scrunched my nose up, "no, not really" smiled muttered. Before smiling and biting my lip, watching as he wrote something down again. My lips twitching into a smile. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, that was being annoying and kept falling in my face. Huffing I gave up and blew it out of my eyes only to have it fall square between my eyes. I looked back up at Silus as he spoke. Nodding my head, I was clearly interests in what he had said. I I always had a love for music, and had a connection with it. But not the kind you see singers and song writers have. Shock filtered across my face when he asked what I did. I smiled, "I'm a dancer, no matter where I'm at, anytime any place. Just give me a song, and I'll dance too it. Dancing's my passion..... And to be honest your the first person ever to ask me that." I said smiling at him.

[cucumber]

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The blood in your veins is twenty below.

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Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

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This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

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So for now take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window

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this is a tale of a lost little girl named Juliet who grew up in a demented and disturbed world. It all began in the large coastal city of Vancouver. There a small baby girl was born to her ever so loving mother Laela Belle Lockwood and protective father Sevan Antoine Durand. At 12:00 am on the dot of a cold December morning Juliet Soraya Durand was brought into the world as silent as could be. No screaming or crying besides her mother's own tears, both of them were astonished that she didn't make a sound. A few days later the newly expanded family returned from the hospital. As the lowered her into her crib they had never really taken a long look at their baby girl. She had striking grey eyes and platinum blonde hair with very fair skin; something not prominent in the family. Juliet was very unigue, she would never cry when she wanted anything but would find other ways to get her parent's attention. Two lovely years past when her parents decided to have another child. Juliet didn't want another baby in the house, she loved all the attention from her parents. She feared that her parents would not love her anymore like any other child in that situation. Morgan Alexander Durand was born a summer baby with blue eyes like the sky. Her mother would not hesitate to show him off to anyone who she met. You know about all of those happy endings when both children end up loving each other and both get the attention? well not this time. From then on Juliet became distant from her parents and never liked Morgan. When her parents gave attention to her it was for only a small amount of time and didn't mean much. Over the course of the years it became better but her mother would always favor Morgan. Sevan became less involved in the family since his job was so far away but was the primary source of money in the household. Juliet grew up in a small school district, as well as her brother. She was always teased because she was extremely skinny naturally. By the age of 13 Juliet accepted the fact she was sort of an outcast because she would dye her hair, got her lip pierced, and listened to different music. At the moment Juliet is seventeen years old and has grown into her own body. For her own sake it was a self esteem booster. So now that you know about her past you might want to know what's going on in her head. Juliet is one of those innocent girls that sit and observes the world, she couldn't pay attention to something to save her life though. She is not one of those people who will go over to you and strike up a conversation but the one you would go to. At first she may seemed closed off but as you gain her trust that book will slowly start to open. Some hobbies of hers include singing and playing guitar and writing which she keeps in a small journal under her mattress. Her dream is to become a famous singer, but her stage fright has been quite a deterrent. Oh and I almost forgot about the lovely relationship problems, that everybody seems to have. She has one of those people pleasing personalities that is perfect for players, jerks, and etc. She might classify herself as a hopeless romantic on the inside but on the outside she does a good job at covering up. Juliet does not exactly have a defined style but she would classify herself as grunge, indie, or boho. Very urban looking clothing but also there is a different chilled and comfortable side to her styles. She loves wearing leggings and big sweatshirts all seasons long even summer. Sooo that is pretty much all about her and I hope you enjoyed

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[underland.]

<<when life leaves you high and dry i'll be at your door tonight>>
<<westlie>><<eighteen>><<single>><<no crush>><<tagged-zoe>>
<< "That was a very lucky guess, and they're both very cute." Westlie said as he as he petted both dogs quietly. "I don't know all my favorite places are the ones that help me pay my college classes." He said truthfully as he looked around at the people and saw the girl from his hometown, the one he rejected and sighed. "See, singing is my thing, the only thing I'm good at. That and probably being a jerk."

[Brittle]

is anyone open for Shiloh?

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•Male•••Nineteen••• Musician•

--He who refuses to listen cannot hear--

Silus listened to her interest, and smiled. His cousin was a dancer, so he knew a bit about it, but mostly just wrote the music for it. He liked it when people danced to the music he made. It made him realize how much music was used, and it made him feel honored to be a part of it. "A dancer eh? I must say, that's impressive. What kind of dancing do you do? Contemporary, ballet, jazz, tap?", he asked throwing a few genres he knew out there. Silus wasn't that connected to dance, but did watch stuff like So you think you can dance, and talent shows, and had gone to a few of his cousins recitals, but other than that he just wrote the music for it, which was all and good with him since he wasn't interested in actually doing it, but did recognize it as an athletic hobby, and had respect for those who did it.

[cucumber]

Guys, we need to make this topic more organized. Please no more bumps, or OOC chat. You can OOC chat when you post a role play post. Here's an example:

Theo nodded his head in agreement,"Wow three years, I don't have that kind of patience, you must have a lot of it." He said jokingly,"I do get a lot of inspiration here, I paint the buildings sometimes." He looked around, he had never painted something from this point of view, Theo put that on his mental to do list. He had come up with twenty new paintings while he was in New York and made a friend. Maybe moving here was worth giving up his family. He tried to hold the happiness in, but he couldn't, he had to let some of it out in a smile. They drew closer to the park and Theo took Shirley's hand and guided her to a bench, he sat down next to her.

You can interrupt us if you want

That's fine but no *example post*:

You can come interrupt Theo and Shirley if you want.

It will help keep the role play organized.

[littleghosthunter]

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l groaned letting my head fall and hit the table. "That's the one question, I dread..... I just don't know how to- how to explain it" I sighed. Rubbing my fore head before resting my elbows on the tables as I thought about how to answer his question. "Hmmm" I sighed tapping my chin, as I stared up at the sky. I looked up at him, grinning as I figure out a way to sort of explain it... I guess. "Hip hop, I prefer hip hop.... but it started out with ballet. Onto line dancing, then techno. And now I dance to hip hop. But really I can dance to almost anything in the genres I listed... I can dance to it" I concluded, feeling proud of myself. Normally I had to think hard, and actually process the question while talking to myself. But I didn't have to, and that made me happy. Well more happy.

>>gtg to bed, only got like two or three hours of sleep sleep an I'm tired, night