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"Hello there person whom I don't know. I'm sure its a pleasure to meet you My name is Benjamin- Benjamin Alex Connors do you need help pronouncing that? Ben-Jam-in Al-ex Conn-ors. My *mother was a teen mom at seventeen when she had me, and at the time she and My father were on a school trip in England- where they lived. Classically the teenage nightmare of getting your girlfriend pregnant happened and thats where I came in. My father told me that my name came from where they had first met each other, they were visiting the large big Ben clock in Westminster.
I'm currently Eighteen years of age and was born on October 30th at 11:27 pm. I barely remember my mom, she took off a few years after I was born,Guess I was to much of a handful for her. I'm a Male if you couldn't tell by looking, If you couldn't tell please get your eyes checked. I'm straight, like an unbreakable ruler though I'm not a homophobic guy, I couldn't care less what your orientation is, gay, straight, lesbian, bi-sexual your still a person to me, just with a different idea in people."

"Eeeesh Not sure how I should start this one- I'm not one to boast or tell people about my looks and such but here it goes.
I'm pretty a pretty average male I would say. I stand at around Five foot eleven and I weigh about One hundred and Twenty-Eight pounds meaning I'm slightly underweight. The reason for this is my body is mostly composed of muscle, Though I'm lean there is basically no extra weight hanging on. I do work out and keep my muscles strong and such so I look fit but I'm not buff I guess you could say that I have good build.
My hair is dark, and thick its pretty straight with some wavy-ness to it. Its a dark golden brown color, when the light hits it the right way you can see its more golden but its hard to decipher the two apart at a glance. My eyes are odd one of them is a pale green with darker mixed in and the other one is a vibrant blue as if sparks were running under the water, around the pupil its darker then as I have been told the blue seems to explode into a lighter shade with small slivers of he dark blue in the midst of them while the green looks like a forest. My skin is fairly pale, with light tans sometimes you will never catch me being one of those tan all day guys with the super dark tan covering every inch of them- I'm perfectly happy with my pale flesh thanks. Unlike most teenagers with pimples and acne and stuff on there face, I can say that I haven't had any 'breakouts' in my life. My skin had stayed pretty smooth and clean.
The way I dress if pretty normal, I wear the in style clothing, or what ever I think looks good. Dark colors seem to run in my wardrobe but I do like some bright colors too I'm not one of those wear black and shadowy clothing all the time, I like to switch up and keep my style fresh. Sweaters and jackets are also a huge thing for me, I cannot have enough of them hoodies, pull overs I like the comforting feel of them, Long sleeves shirts as well."

Ordinary. no, Benjamin is a pretty straight forward guy but isn't easily read. Strong willed and intelligent, Independent young man. He is devious and clever making him very persuasive and good with words. This young man is polite, and can be quite the gentlemen- with out being a huge flirt to every girl he see's. He would never count as a 'player', hitting on any girl that came into eye sight that had a good look to her In fact when meeting people for the first time Benjamin usually will be quiet and keep to himself most of the time.

Benjamin knows what he is doing, when he does things most likely he has thought it out and will only act upon when the time is right. He is shy and quiet, yet has a sweet sensitive side to him. Not a huge fan of talking and voicing his opinions easily, but get on the boys good side and you will get something out of it. Being smart and clever has its advantages and disadvantages- Benjamin thinks to much sometimes, he can be to cautious in a situation, and blow an opportunity. Other times It will work in his favor and he will have an upper hand.

Tough. The young man can hold his own in a fight, and wont back down, his guard is always up until he knows its OK to relax and settle his nerves. Giving him a fright would be a bad idea, though he may seem tough as a rock, every one has there quirks. Benjamin can jump at the slightest of things, but he would never portray he was afraid of anything. Although he has these faults Benjamin tends to live a bit on the wild side, taking advantage of his opportunities.

Not lacking in the looks department, Benjamin is quiet, he doesn't say much, even though knowledgeable. Agile and lean, even with his steps he is silent. He may not look like one of those bottled up guys with the dark hair and the gloomy expression but deep inside Benjamin isn't the happy guy that might be seen on the outside. He has a hard time trusting anyone, and finds if sometimes difficult to cope, and communicate around people especially and large groups. His moods take him way off the charts though Benjamin can be a lovable, fun person to be around or he can be a load of crap given the situation. He wouldn't try to hurt anyone that he trusts without having a good reason.

Benjamin is a great listener, he wont ever interrupt you when your talking unless its needed. But other times the boy can be a complete jerk, don't piss him off our you'll get a mouthful , especially if he already isn't your fan. If angry Benjamin can seem like an arrogant guy, his words hurtful like a dagger loaded with poison jabbing you repeatedly, and given whats going on, He doesn't often hold a grudge when in a dark mood he can snap quite easily and he won't be afraid to take a crack at you. Benjamin also has a laughable, goofy, fun loving side to him too it comes with his sweet and sensitive side. He can be the best friend that you have always wanted, or the enemy you fear the most.

"Talking about my past, isn't something I like very much, Its not one of those terrible leave you in tears story but Its not the happiest either. So lets get this over with
Well I was born on October 30th . My mother was Seventeen when she had me and my father was a Eighteen.He told me later on when I started asking about why all the other kids had Mom's that my Mother had left him when she got to overwhelmed with having a kid at her age. We lived pretty good for a young single dad, we could have been on the streets living in hotels because we couldn't afford a house or apartment but No my Father was that good guy in school who was on the honor role, was student counsel president and all that but one mistake left him with a kid to raise. He had no problem paying the bill's with his job- because he was smart he could get into a collage and get a diploma and go work for some high paying job with Benefits so we were fairly covered.
When I was seven, and started to really understand why my father would often cry in his sleep, my father finally broke. I still don't know what made him so mad at me, maybe that I kept bringing it up, or how I would try and tell him things were ok- I'm not sure. Part of me thinks that it was because I refferd the situation to us, as in she left us, when he thought he was the only one who "lost" her. He would drink until I wasn't even sure who the man living under the same roof was anymore. Then the beatings started at first he would just throw a few punches, bruise me and leave. But as the days turned into months then into years it only got worse. He often beat me until I was bleeding- he would throw things like wine glasses at me often cutting me with the broken glass, he locked me in the basement crawlspace more then once a week. During all this I kinda turned myself off from the world, shut everyone else out and trusted no one. I started acting out, getting in trouble sometimes with the school at one point the police- that only made things ten time worse at home. When I was Eleven I came home one day from school to find my father asleep on the couch. Being relieved that he was passed out I had booked it up to my room hoping I would finally have the night off from the fist. It wasn't till I woke up the next morning that I realized my father wasn't asleep. The police came along with the ambulance to take him away. The police found the scars my father left and I was shoved into foster care.
I was bounced from foster home to foster home never really getting settled into any one home for very long before I was sent to a new one. over the course of the years I started talking more again, got a little more of 'me' back, but people still say I'm pretty quiet still. So yeah I guess that's about all I'm going to share on that subject."

Bit of random information.
>favorite color: Cyan blue and black there really is no color preference.
>favorite song: Fire-Sleeping with Sirens Benjamin like almost every music genre
>favorite movie: Ben likes most movies. action, romance you name it he will watch. even the notebook or dear john
>favorite food: Mexican food
>favorite drink: Caffeine-Caramel Chillate
>skills: Lacrosse, Visual arts, Exceeds all academic expectations
>Car: Black Sports bike
>Has a british accent
>Loves disney

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Character belongs to bake4u
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name; rory-elliot finlay hunter
nickname; rory-boy, aye-aye, billy elliot
age; eighteen
gender; male
date of birth; twelfth of february
place of birth; letterkenny, ireland

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"hi..? um, well, i'm rory - rory-elliot finlay hunter. rory was my paternal uncle's choice of name for me, thus was my father's, and elliot was my older sister's choice. cade, my sister, constantly argued with dad and his brother for around three months of me living un-named. for some reason, during these three months, everyone called me aye-aye - yes, like the animal. so my mother stopped this argument by making my forename double barreled. rory-elliot... hm. anyway, rory was the name my paternal uncle was gonna call his first kid - until he found out she was a girl. elliot, from my sister, was creepily the boy she had a crush on at the time. i think it's a good time to mention that my sister is around fifteen years older than me, and she was adopted into the family. i, however, can feel smug for being born into the family. finlay was my mother's choice (as she'd had none in my forename), and hunter from my dad's dad's dad's dad's dad's dad's.. et cetera - you get the idea.

"my nicknames are aye-aye, rory-boy and (billy) elliot. aye-aye is my nickname from my family - and only my family. rory-boy is for unoriginal people, and (billy) elliot from my 'friends' in my dance club. billy elliot, like... billy elliot, the dancer.

"i'm eighteen. i was born on the twelfth of february in nineteen-ninety-five. i was born in letterkenny, in the republic of ireland. the two or three people that talk to me - and i talk back to them. comfortably - say that my 'irish accent' is cute. but, obviously, i don't think i have an accent. if anything, you have an accent. ha. take that, society!

"lastly, i'm a male - boy, dude, guy, chico, 'man', bro', whatever you wanna call it. please don't check, as that'd be kinda perverse. and awkward. for both of us."

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hair; blondey ginger, shaggy/swoop
eyes; baby blue/emerald
skin; faint tan
weight; one hundred and thirty eight pounds
height; five foot, seven inches
body mods; nothing major
clothing style; casual

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"i'm short for my age, and ever so slightly underweight. everyone dislikes my hair because it's 'gingery' and blonde. more dirty blonde with ginger in it, but.. same thing, i suppose. most people like my eyes, however, because they're an emerald blue - by that, i mean they're mostly baby blue, but deep, contrasting emerald stripes emit from my pupil all the way around my iris. body modifications. firstly, i have this on my upper back, central between my shoulder blades. it signifies how everybody and everything is or should be free. now, this is directly below the 'freedom' tattoo. it's a reminder of my paternal uncle who died at sea. lastly, i've got these two. i'm just a fan of the 'superman' franchise, and i like the other one. my clothing, now, right? well, here's my favourite. others that i like are this one, this one, this one, and this one. they're all really essential for dress rehearsals of dances. when i learn them or choreograph dances at the meetings, i wear my grey joggers and a tank top..."

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likes; dancing, lemonade, books, music, mints
dislikes; lava lamps, failing, dogs, loud noises, crowds
fears/phobias; claustrophobia, the dark
dreams; to become a professional dancer
strengths; dancing
weaknesses; social situations, girls, keeping secrets
dance speciality; he's an all rounder, but is best at street dance and ballroom

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personality; "i'd like to think of myself as a quiet, awkward being, for some reason. i have a reasonably good taste in music - but, of course, i would say that, as it's my music taste.. the five big persona traits. let's start with openness/openness to experience. these include the appreciation of art, imagination, and curiosity. well, those are the three i tick.
"the appreciation of art - i like dance (a performing art) as well as the other general arts - acting, music and literal art. i dance a lot, and since year seven - age eleven to twelve - i've attended a dance club. i would say, not to brag, i'm rather good at dancing. acting is portrayed through some dance techniques. music is obviously essential to most dance, and i love music - what you can do, the different genres, the instruments.. literal art, i find, is beautiful and you'd have to be very talented to pull it off. next, i've a vivid imagination - you honestly don't want to know what i can think of sometimes. then there's curiosity... well, that's pretty much my character in one word.
"the second big trait is conscientiousness. well, because of my ocd/obsessive compulsive disorder, this is obviously me all over. it just.. is. i don't necessarily keep to a schedule (unless i'm in school), or pay attention to details (unless it's a dance that i've choreographed), but i do, however, make everything physical identical, and organise everything perfectly until i'm satisfied.
"third, is extraversion. only one of these traits is mine - the fact that i don't mind being the centre of attention. if i minded, then i would've opted for something else other than dance - rather obviously. i mean, if someone was uncomfortable with themselves, would they really dance and then perform in front of hundreds of people? especially on the solo parts.. well, this is in performances. this is hard for me in social situations.
"fourth is agreeableness.. i sympathise and empathise with people, i care and concern for people, i never insult people, and i always think of others before myself. this probably makes myself seem really 'perf' and stuff, but.. y'know. i'm not.
"the last last trait is neuroticism. this is the one that i find is made for me. basically, i get disturbed and scared easily - something i hate. i'm bipolar and i change my mood a load, which leads to my frequent mood swings. i often stress and worry about really 'pointless' things, and i'm pretty much always snappy. being under the weather isn't something that's rare for me to be.
"well, that's all of the 'big five persona traits'. um.. by the way, i'm not shy - people just don't talk to me. probably because they assume i'll yell at them. or because i'm too focused. hmm..."
brief history; "i grew up in letterkenny (ireland!) for the majority of my life - until i came to the u.s of a for the education. yeah, i got money off and a scholarship because i was 'smart' or whatever. this was at the age of eleven, and i started both school and my second dance club at the beginning of year seven. i was there for seven years. my two main friends were scott and mitchell. i've recently finished my driving lessons and got my license, as well as my i.d."

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best friends; scott james hughes and mitchell ronan parker
ex's; none
relationship status; single
crush; cade from school, if she counts
orientation; bisexual, strongly leans towards girls

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there is life
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"being your typical loner, i've not had much luck in the area of love - or any form of relationship, for that matter. my best friends are scott hughes and mitch parker. scott is a tall, popular brunette boy whom everybody adores. i'm kinda lucky that he wanted to talk to me and become my friend, of all people... mitch is that 'middle class' kid. he's got green eyes and black hair.. um.. i'm the unpopular ginger-blonde one with emerald/blue eyes.
"i'm currently single. obviously, haha, i've never had a partner so i've had no ex's. why would anybody wanna date me, anyway? i've had, like, two crushes on two guys once, but they quickly ceased (d'awh, shame, i know. tsk). like any typical heterosexual or bisexual or pansexual or whatever boy, i've had at least one crush on a girl. i've had loads, but right now, it's cade ivory cedarwood from school. bye, now!"

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----Name: Cori Thompson
----Gender: Female
----Age: Seventeen
----Status: Taken?
----Crush: None
----SO: Straight
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----Hello there. Nice to meet you. I suppose you're wondering who I am.

----Hello there. my name is Cori. Cori Thompson. Nice to meet you. I'm not sure how my parents named me, but I love my name. It's pretty unique. They may have thought the name was nice because it sounded a bit more sophisticated than something like Jenna of Kate. Anyways, I am a female of seventeen years old. I was born on the seventh of June.

What do I look like? Well, I'm just that brown haired seventeen year-old girl. No biggy right? Well, if you want me to go into detail, then here we go. I have olive skin, being Italian, and brown hair. I love my hair. I can curl it, it will stay curled. I can straighten it, and it will stay straight. My hair is hardly ever tangled up. My eyes are dark brown. Some people say that they're black. I don't agree at all. They aren't so dark that you can't tell that they aren't black. I have fair bubblegum pink lips, though I always hide my face under makeup, so you wouldn't be able to tell if you only saw me in make up. My sense of clothing? Well I like to waer dresses, not the long stupid dresses, but cute short dresses.

What you might describe me as? Well, I'm a good girl. I come from a rich family, and I'm a social butterfly. I make straight A's, although I'm a bit gullible. I don't find myself the least bit bad. I'm always doing what my parents want for me, and I was already looking into colleges. You might say that I have it all. Whenever I get angry, I try to take it out on something other than people. I don't like getting into fights. I absolutely hate it when people, especially my friends, fight over me. I can be influenced very easily, mostly by my friends, and I'll believe some pretty weird things if you try to make me believe hard enough. I'm not sure if I would be considered popular. I may be rich and hang out with some popular girls, but I don't think that makes me popular. My friends, especially my best friends, are huge influences on my life. I love photography. I own at least three high tech cameras. Photography is probably my favorite hobby. I took pictures at my aunts wedding not too long ago.

Dislikes
-- Cheaters.
--Rude people.
-- jerks.
-- Aggressive people.
-- Laziness.
-- Bullies.
-- Vegetables.
-- Church.

----Likes
-- Getting good grades.
-- physical activity.
-- My best friends.
-- Guys of course.
-- Animals.
-- Sweets.
-- Fruit.
-- Rap music { Believe it or not }.

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1. Having been fractured or damaged and
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name//Jason Marie Elliot Gray.
nickname//Jace or Ella
age// eighteen
birthday// may 7th
birthplace// Vancouver, BC
gender// female
nationality//canadain
sexuality// straight
stereotype//the CRAZY girl

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height// 5'2"
weight// 112lbs
eye// light brown
hair// bleach blonde
skin tone// pale.
build// petite
shoe size// six and a half
dress size// two
piercings// double earring
tattoos// a few.

ｌｏｏｋ ａｇａｉｎ

fears// Acrophobia
dreams// to be stable
likes// t.v., singing, sleep.
dislikes// her addiction, feet.
talents// Singing

ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ

friends// tba
enemies// tba
family// lilly [mum]
crush// tba
boyfriend// single
ex's// five
pet's//a cat

Ｊｕｓｔ ｗｏｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ

movie// the breakfast club
band// jimmy eat world
food// cheese pizza
job// waitress

character - me
form - me
pictures - owners
faceclaim - sky ferreira

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Eighteen years ago on May 7th a baby girl was born in Vancouver General Hospital. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and the sun had been hidden behind a blanket of clouds that rolled over the coastal, Canadian, city. Just as Jason Marie Elliot Gray was born the rain had let up and the infants mother saw the change in the weather as a sign. A sign that she had been subconsciously looking for to keep her newborn. Three days after the child was born, the mother - Lilly Gray - was contacted by her own mother, a woman she hadn't talked to in over two years when she left the care of her parents. Her mother informed Lilly that her Grandfather -Jason McKenzie - had passed away on the very same day Jason Gray was born. That is how the baby girl had gotten named a traditional boys name.

Having a name of the opposite gender Jason, or Jase as her friends would call her, would be teased. This hardened Jason from a young age to be extremely defensive and protective of herself. By the age of seven Jason could barely talk to anyone without spitting out some rude, sarcastic, comment and being taken to the principals office. Jason was what you would call a problem child. She was always up to no good or bullying another child. It was quite amusing to watch at times. A tiny, brown haired girl making boys twice her size cry without batting an eyelash. It was terrible for Jason. Everyone was scared of her and she was terribly lonely.

Her rude behavior landed her in the principals office almost daily and she had been suspended three times in her last year of middle school. Her mother was two busy to deal with her problematic daughter seeing as she worked six days a week just to keep the rent payed.

In the summer before grade nine Jason and Lilly moved to America where Jason got a brand new start. In her new town no one knew who she was and no one cared about the new girl. That's how Jason liked it. For the next three year Jason had managed to stay under the radar of the majority of the student body and had made two close friends in the process.

When she was fifteen she bleached her hair for the first time with her friend Anika's help. It worked well and Jason got a fair amount of attention for the next week before the chatter of "the cute blonde girl" died down and she was back to where she liked to be. Invisible on the social latter of Grass Heights High.

Jase isn't the invisible girl at school anymore. She the one everyone looks down on. She was in the social spotlight for most of her Junior Year when the most popular girl in school, Jessica Wild, took Jason under her wing and got her the all right clothes and all the right hair styles and took Jason to all the right parties and introduced Jason to all the right boys. Jason soon started to go to the parties by herself. Drinking whatever was put in her hand and taking the same pills as everyone else. More then once she ended up on someones bed completely naked not remembering the night before. She was dating the quarterback for the longest time and then hooked up with every boy who she could find and was soon know as the school slut.

But that's not who Jason is.

Jason started drinking and doing drugs because at the same time Jessica was "helping" Jason she was also making her feel like complete trash. Telling her that she would never have any friends and would always be worthless unless she drank and did the drugs that Jessica hand fed to her.

Jessica knew that Jason had started getting more attention then normal and had gotten jealous of the other girl, deciding that Jason Gray needed to be taken down.

Jason now is addicted to cigarettes and alcohol and she hates herself for it. Every day she feels like she is a loser and a disappointment to everyone she knows. She hates herself for how she is seen and drinks until the feeling goes away. She also with sing to herself to get her mind off who she is becoming. She will sing at the top of her lungs until her lungs burn just to make the feeling of hatred go away. She wants to become stable, she really does, but shes having a hard time getting out of a rut of self hate.

[Brittle]

ʲᵘᶰᵒ˒ ᵒʰ ʲᵘᶰᵒˑ
ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ
ˡᵒᶰᵉʳ ʷᵒˡᶠˑ
ᶤᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵃˢᶤᵉʳ
ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ
ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ ᵒᵘᵗᶜᵃˢᵗˑ

ʲᵘᶰᵒˑ ᵒʰ ʲᵘᶰᵒˑ
ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶰᵃᵐᵉᵈ
ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃˢᶰ'ᵗ
ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰˑ

ʲᵘᶰᵒ˒ ᵒʰ ʲᵘᶰᵒˑ
ʰᶤᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃᶰᵈ
ʰᵉˡᵈ ᵐᶤʳʳᵒʳ˒
ᵇᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒᶰᵍᵘᵉ˒
ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃˢᵏᶤᶰᵍ
ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳ

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the mailbox creaked open as the girl made a huge effort to pull on the little lever. It was a rusty old thing, made out of rotting wood and scraps of metal. It looked strange around the other houses, with their identical mailboxes and their identical houses. Reaching her hand through the small opening she'd wedged open with a stick, the small girl pulled out a single letter. It was pale, and a bit dirty, and the girl was angry that she'd spent all that work on a old envelope, but the gold engravings on the side proved it was worth it. Sitting down on a bench, the clear morning air swept the brunette's locks of hair into her face, forcing her to swipe them up in a messy bun. Opening the envelope without tearing it was about at hard as the mailbox, but when she opened it she could almost feel the compressed air flow burst against her face, then to fade into nothingness. A strange orange form was the first thing she saw when she opened the letter, black font that was typed with typewriter and was a little smudged, but the girl could just make it out enough. Grabbing an ink pen, she went to work on the form filling out every bit of info she could. Starting with what looked like the title, "General Information." taking the black pen, the girl started filing it out word for word flawlessly scribbled I an ,easy but sort of neat way. "Hello, my name is Juno Isabella Waters. My mother, Ginger Jeanette Waters, really liked the roman counterpart of the Greek goddess Hera's name. Juno is a very nice name I guess, I never really thought of what name I would have if my mother had not named me such a marvelous name... Smiling, the girl finished her paragraph with flourish, moving on to the next page she quietly tapped her pen against her leg anticipating the next answer she would give. "Age and Gender" Was the first one that literally popped out at her, of course it was bolded. "Well. I believe I'm a girl, I mean I have all the right parts, and my parents said I was so, I'm guessing I am! As for age, I am known to be nineteen. So soon, on august 28th 2013, I'd be turning twenty. I'm already out of high school, yes, but my college application forms have not been viewed yet so I'm kind of here, just writing to my heart's content." A sharp gust of wind blew the piece of paper away from her grasp, and landed in a pine tree not to far from her bench. The small girl began climbing up the tree little by little until she was close enough to take it. Leaping off the tree, she returned back to her spot on the bench and started writing in the, "Personality" section. I can't believe I'm admitting this even to myself, but I am very socially awkward. Many girls and boys list me in the nerd or loner category. Other put me into the mental illness category. It's probably because I stutter every word. But of course I'm not when I'm writing currently. Pens and Pencils don't make mistakes, and if they do you can always erase. Ink doesn't stutter, and graphite doesn't slip up. I guess I kind of am a nerd. I excel at english, my writings, and I'm in the gifted program at math and science. Growing up in Greenville, South Carolina, I was known as the freak. Because my hair never did grow out too long, of course my parents repeatedly cut it just to make my life miserable. If I were too compare myself too anyone it'd be Alice from wonderland. I always think I'm dreaming, but forgot when I fell asleep. Every other day feels like another trip down the rabbit hole, or social latter. The only difference between me and her is that I don't have luxurious blonde curls.' Smiling at her work, the girl remembered her hair. It had fallen in her face again, the tattered rag that'd been holding it together must've fallen out. Sticking her hand out, she found it quickly underneath the wooden bench. Fixing herself all back up, she heard a scream from inside the house. Those obnoxious parents of that wiry girl on the bench were fighting again. Shaking her head sadly, she began to write underneath the "Description" column. 'I'd like too say I'm breathtakingly beautiful and amazingly gifted with good looks. But doesn't everyone want too say that? Unfortunately every time I stare into a mirror my stupid imagination sees small hairline cracks forming in the center and slowly spreading out onto the outside of the glass. That's why I avoid the camera and mirror at all costs. Don't get me wrong, the camera is great, just not the other end. My smile is rare, unless I see a sunset or someone makes an incredibly witty joke... But people say my smile is a mysterious beauty, like a goddess smiling down on earth with love. Of course I wrote that down in my journal immediately. I'm a brunette, like other girls I dream of blonde effortless curls with pretty eyes and dark red lips. But of course, I have what they call 'a birds nest' in my hair constantly. The tangles drive me absolutely crazy, but I learn to live with it because of my messy bun.' the wiry girl lifted up a delicate finger to skim the outer edge of her hairdo. 'Fairly tall, with little splashes of freckles here and there.

[beast boy]

[ - I changed my form to another one of my characters.

[Brittle]

ooc; I just have to say I'm loving everyone's forms <33

And I'm sorry for my wip form, I should be able to finish it soon. Defiantly not one of my best cx

[rhiannon.]

{ should i make my char 18? lol i thought they were all going to be 19. xD unless i'm thinking of something else? }