Aca~Scuse me? ♫♪♬♩ Pitch Perfect Role play

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Imagine St. Petersburg, Russia in the year of 1990. Do you picture a baby boy, who is now twenty three, with jet black hair being born unto an unhappy couple, who only sticks together because they made a vow. Sometimes, I can't but wonder how that boy's life would have been if his ten year old brother didn't die in a random shoot out. I can't help but think of they different ways he could have grown. Ever since April first, 1990, that helpless little boy had a mother who hated him. But a father who didn't know what to do with a child except for give him what he needs and leave him to a uncaring wife. The boy was soon taken into a foster home at the age of nine, around the same age his parents had lost their first child but they barely even cared. They did not even try to go to civil court with it. The small boy grew up and at the age of thirteen began dying his jet black hair to all kinds of brown and his brown eyes began to show orange-gold flecks in them, making them a slight hazel or appear to glow. He was a beanpole in short, and is now about 6' 1" and weighs maybe 210 pounds. He is still a beanpole. But he seemed to prefer his adopted parents, the Isosif's, over his recent biological ones. His name is Westlie Alykxander Andrei Rose, and that's me. Let's see most of my past is easy. I was born on to a family who absolutely hated to even look at me causing them to only give me the food and water necessary for survival, then telling me to get out of their sight. So, I basically learned to get myself up and ready for life every morning and some of my teachers would help me. Soon, one of my teachers decided to to tell St.Petersburg officials who then got one of the local foster homes to foster me. I was bullied by other kids because I knew I parents and they didn't even love me one bit. Which made me an outsider because most hadn't known their parents or they had and their parents had died after raising their kid to some extent. At the age of ten I, the small boy, was adopted by a loving "American" family who flew all the way to Russia to adopt me, the boy. Many weeks before the adopters, known as the Isosif's because the husband was Russian, I began to learn English and knew many words. But I pronounced those words poorly. So, my new father would help me and in the household to get something I had to ask in English. When I was old enough they made me read every kid's menu and other simple documents in English. The older I became the harder the documents became. I was always the quirky, sarcastic, weird, creepy, and hyper boy which all my teachers loved. I used to have this look, I still got it, where I would raise my eyebrows slightly and cock my head to the side and then I would say something like, 'you sure about that?' My teachers, parents, and friends would burst out laughing then the boys and I would go play a prank on one of the guys who was mean to or flirted with the girl we liked. We were quite the group. Which leads me to my more artistic side. My "parents" made me go into guitar, piano, and cello lessons and I still go. Then, they put me into sports. Boy did I fall in love with cross country, track, and soccer. I now go to college on two scholarships, soccer and cross country. But now I also paint and draw for random fun and distraction, as long as my buddies aren't around. If they are we go prank some jerk. But I also have this thing called severe bipolar disorder, my "parents" are the only ones who know how to handle me then so it could get hilarious now that I'm nineteen and live in an apartment, alone. Which I prefer to keep my apartment clean, I say I might have self diagnosed OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I also prefer to keep my desk clean which is where I do all my work along with the fact that my music room cannot be dirty at all. This may or may not shock you but I am a huge family person. I just live to be around my younger cousins and just have fun with them. The ones my age I sometimes I have to literally knock some sense into them, which is always fun. But now, I'm off to Falmouth to presume the long secretly wanted dream of pursuing my career of music. Relationships, relationships, relationships all mean one thing, no actually two, drama and a chance at something better. I have only dated about two girls, Valery and Diana. And I dated one of them for two years and the other for one. Valery was just too much of a hothead for me, she always started fights and never apologized. While, Diana made one bad decision, to cheat on me and we were done for, kaput. But now what I look for in a girl is someone who will never try to change me or my perfectly attractive brown hair, nor will they try to change my behavior. They won't try to take running cross country away from me just because they don't like it, some girls find that attractive. I need a girl who won't mind trying new things or playing with me and my soccer buddies, even in the rain and mud. Those kind of girls just make me feel accepted and like we have more of a chance. My girl, whoever she is, needs a sense of humor and the ability to put me in check. If you don't, do not try to win my heart.

[size=85]In the year of 1990 on the day of February fourteenth a baby girl was born unto Yelena Yekaterina, there was no true father because he had left Yelena long before the child was born. This only gave Yelena one true joy, the free reign of her child's name and influences in her life. It was a cold day in Moscow and the snow was unrelenting as Yelena watched her baby girl as she held her. She soon began to think of names. She wanted them to be Russian names and wanted her baby to have two middle names just like every other woman in the Yekaterina family. Yelena was soon walking to her mother's car no longer ad just her eighteen year old daughter but now as a eighteen year old mother. Yelena's mom and family helped to raise Aleksandra the best they could which would soon tire them out. But Aleksandra's babushka was always happy to help even more. She would run after the quickly growing Aleksandra just to shove a carrot down her mouth and at night she would sing Aleksandra into a quiet sleep. But now Aleksandra is nineteen and has been training in Moscow Gymnastics for quite some time now. She doesn't party as much as other girls her age and she claims that it is because she was raised better. But, it also has to do with the fact that she doesn't like half the people who are always partying. She is no longer a mere two feet and is happy to say she's a genetic 5' 11" and still growing. Along with that she is her bright blonde white hair. That she will only dye white occasionally. She's kept her weight down to 110 pounds due to her equestrian profession. She still has her fierce bright blue eyes and never messes with them. So to sum it up, she is a tall, slender, Russian who happens to be me.




When I was of the ages two to six, those were the years Yelena thought she could support me in every way I needed. Though she could not, she fought to keep me. But since she could not provide for me I became very emaciated. It wasn't until I was six and went into a coma for not having enough food and water. The day of December thirty-first was the day I was given back to my babushka, who has had custody of me since then. I love living with my babushka, she is nearly as energetic and full of craziness as I am. I sometimes feel as if she is my mother not Yelena. Because, Yelena and I are nothing alike... One day I plan on finding my father just to see if I'm like him. Babushka says her memory isn't clear enough for that. Well, I know she's lying. Because, my Dedushka says that, 'babushka liked my father more than Yelena and that she told him to go and work. So that he one day could raise me.' I've doubted that my father is coming to raise me one of these days. Either way, he's missed seventeen important hers of my life. I'll probably be in my twenties by the time I actually meet him, so sad. Well anyways, I started to do vaulting at the age of eight, when I was healthy enough to do the stunts. But I also just do stunt riding, vaulting is just how I compete, stunt riding is much more dangerous, and I found out I like to be embraced by danger.




I am in so many ways like my babushka and dedushka. We are all extremely hyper, young, vibrant, vivid, and any other words you could use to describe alive. Which if we are alive we are like flames. If we are like flames, mine are some extremely bipolar flames. One minute I can be as mad as who knows what and then the next moment I can be all focused on playing my violin. (I'm learning to play Lindsey Stirling songs!) See, I also have severe ADHD which is a huge factor in personality cause your brain is constantly going. It matters how you handle it. Back to the other stuff, I see myself as funny and yet a bit resrved. I don't really care if you don't like me. I have my friends and family, I don't need you. I do not need to be dependent on the rest of the human race. I can either be your friend or not, I'll let you semi-decide, because I don't like everyone. I guess I am extremely determined when it comes to schooling in any way, shape, or form. I become very focused and keep trying until I'm at least semi-satisfied, then I'll rest and restart later.





So, most of the time, I am single due to my personality and involvement in the relationship. But, I just haven't found the person that I wont to spend six to eight hours with a day. That's my stallion's job. He's my baby. If you couldn't tell I'm brightly smiling. Although, I have had possibly four boyfriends... Adam, Jamie, August, and Cristian. But, they didn't have what I was looking for in my guy. What I want and look for in a guy is maturity, a good sense of humor, organized (not super just enough to have a clean room and stuff,) responsible, and he can't be a jerk to any girls. I want a guy who just makes me feel happy and that I don't have to punch the annoying girl every time I hear her say 'Hello.' I want a romantic boy who isn't too clingy or mushy. And boys if you want a shot at being my boyfriend don't you ever get too protective. I'm not yours, I'm a human. I can fight for myself. Unless it's a dude and I'm not single then it's my boyfriend's job, get it?

<< they're actually 18! Too lazy to edit, don't care which dorms >>

[HAZ BEAR]

Jesse: I smiled and high fived Alex


Night summer can I just call yuk sum??))

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<Haha okay, You're accepted! Awe, Night and ye!>>

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{ Joining XD }

[HAZ BEAR]

I can't sleep but not in the mood to rp sorry DX))

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Where may I jump in? >>

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<<We're trying out ))

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Aleksandra slipped into the tryout room quietly, hoping she hadn't missed her turn. <<WB>>

Westlie followed a girl with snow blonde hair into the audition room with a smile. "How many girls can I find here? Not many" he whispered inwardly.

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Sam kept moving around and alex watched Aleksandra. "woah.." He whispered. "What. It's a girl. I'm one too!" I laugh