L u c a s - R a y m o n d - S m i t h
know me;;
~"My name is Lucas Raymond Smith, but please just call me Lucas. Life is too short to say somebodies full name, so let's keep it simple. I wasn't named after anybody, at least nobody I know, my mom just liked the name. However, my middle name was derived from some old singer my parents loved, and my last name, well of course I got it from my dad."
~"Do I look like a girl to you? Well I certainly hope not. If I were a girl you'd know it, and trust me, I'm not."
~"I know it's rude to ask a woman her age, but c'mon, that can apply to men too. I am seventeen years old and yes, I know, I look older. My birthday is April twentieth."
~"I live with my mom. Yeah, stop laughing. I want to move out, but I just can't seem to leave my mother. Oh, did I mention I live with four girls? Help. Me. I have three older sisters and of course my mom. "
hear me;;
~"Do I really have to describe myself? Ok, well...My friends say I'm easy-going, funny, reliable, and cool. I'm pretty easy to talk to and I often end up as a shoulder to cry on. If my friends need me, I'll be there. I tend to be pretty shy around others. That's just how I am. Now if you tell me a secret I'll keep it forever. My lips are zipped. I don't fancy loosing friends because they can't rely on me. That sums me up I guess. Oh, but let me tell you some things I like and don't. I like ice-cream. Mmm-mm! And I love music. If there is one thing I'm most passionate about its the guitar. The way those strings feel beneath my fingers, oh man it's like heaven. But all I have is a really old guitar passed down to me by my great grandfather. It's rather old and I don't play it much. I also enjoy sports, but relaxing is my favorite hobby. And, well, the list could go on forever. Some things I don't like...um, crabs. Just no. Many people don't know but I'm terrified of the dark. There has to be some source of light or I'm gone, plane and simple. Still want to know me? Just talk to me."
~"I've never had a girlfriend...I was always too busy with house work I never had time to worry about dating. Plus many girls don't often talk to me."
understand me;;
~"I could write a whole book on my life, though it would probably be pretty boring. Let's see...I was last born, making me the youngest. It didn't help that the three older kids were girls, either. Can you imagine growing up with three girls? You can certainly imagine my pain. I lived in a pretty small house, three bedrooms. One for my parents, me and my sisters. For a good majority of my life I was homeschooled, so I didn't have many friends, and my education isn't the greatest. At the time I was fine with it. Living such a simple life gave me more time to help my mom in our bakery. I knew from such an early age I wanted to be helpful. I wanted people to need me. Life was pretty good. My mom stayed at home and worked at our bakery and my dad went to work from noon till dinner. When I was about thirteen my family packed up and moved to a house that was just a bit bigger. While things were going pretty good my dad suddenly got involved with some pretty serious stuff and my mom wanted nothing to do with it. She couldn't take it and, well, divorced him. My dad moved away and I've never heard from him since. My two oldest sisters moved out, one going to a different country and the other starting her own life. Now me and my other sister help out in the new bakery with our mom."
see me;;
~"I'd say I'm about five foot fourand weigh around one hundred forty pounds. My hair is short and dirty blonde, which I usually keep spiked slightly. My eyes are blue, nothing special. I'll wear anything you give me, as long as it fits."
