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The name's Edward David Monroe. He doesn't care about what his names mean, he like them anyway. It's not liek he'll change it, and it's not like he chose it. His first name is after his fathers middle name, and his middle name is from his grandpa, who died just the day before Edward's birth.

Edward have a few nicknames. Like Ed or MC dude. He have no idea where he got the nickname MC dude, as his friendsjust started to call him that, but he understood why kinda quickly.

The year 1994, June 16th, a boy by the name Edward David Monroe was born at a hosplital in New York. At current he's 18, and turn 19 soon. He's almost adult, but doesn't want to grow up.

Edward is full american, even with dome native amercian relatives. It's not that noticable though. He was born, and grew up in New York. HIs father was born in cansas, and his mother in Tempel, Texas.

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Edward is a tall guy, even taller then his parents. He's at the hight off 186 CM. He's tanned and muscular. It's noticable he cares about how he looks. He have recently cut his hair, so it's short, and still brunette. His eyes are a mix off green and hazle, and cause of his eye sight, he wears contacts. At times glasses.

His dressing style depends on his mood a bit. When he's happy he'll be picky about his clothes, and when he's down he might jsut take soemthign random that makes no sence.
(how he looks and what he dress in.)

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Edward was born and raised in New york, in a flat in the middle of the city. He grew up with both his parents and a younger sister, who was born around 5 years after Edward, Little Alexandra, who recently turned 14. They have three dogs. The dachshund puppy Nelly, the siberian husky Dale and the second siberian husky chip. He had a normal growth, a normal childhood. He had freedom, he played eveyday and have loving parents.

Edward have a thing with motor vehicles, like his motor cycle and car. He have license for driving both vehicles. They're a big part of his life. He got the love for them as younger, when he used to watch motorcross with his dad. His dad used to compete as a motorcross driver, and Edward wanted to do the same- but not any more.

Edward can play both guitar and piano, and sing at the same time. His fave song is probably Clarity,(my own video) and playes it all the time. He started to play piano at the age of 5, when he fell for it while listening to his mother play. She thought him what she knew, and hired a teacher. He quickly learned nad started to play guitar and sing, and developed a musical mind.

The artistic mind? Both musical and artistisc... He loves to draw and paint, and have a real creative mind. As younger he studied at an art school, for music and drawing, and recently graduated. He's happy about it and now just wants to relax for a week or two, then go find a job. So at curernt he's unemployed.

Just as any other guy he likes video games. but mostly RPG games, such as ever quest II or kingdom hearts for example. He've played through thte whole collection of existing Kingdom hearts games. And on his PC, there's no telling how many games he has on it.

Edward is childish, and CHILDISH with big letters. Grins, laughs, fun, play... he can't be without it! He's a child in a teen's body, a child's soul stuck in there. This guy wil probably never grow up. He dares, he'll laugh, he'll do it again! And h's friendly towards everyone and everything.

Edward is also a very impationt person, and can't wait for anything to happen, and he's the guy who need Nostaglia more then the average person. Some find it annoying, but he doens't mind it! watching his old child shows, play childrens games, jsut name it!

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Edward is at current single and without a crush. he has a few ex's but doesn't really bother them at the moment.

In a girl/boy... He would like (s)he to be childish, or at least not bother his childish behavior. He wantes th eperson to apritiate that he's romantic, and does what he does to people.

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Her Name is Jessica Sarah Lewis. Jessica's at the ge of 18. Jessica was born at the 4th of april, at a hosplital in New York. nothing special with that. She have no real story behind her name, besides that her middle name is from her mother, and her father chose her first name. Her mother was from England, and her dad from america, and she holds strong to the brittish accent. Her family is of her younger brother, at the age of 15, her father, stepmother.

Jessica is at the height of 1,75 m. Which is tall for being a girl. She has Ruby red hair, and emerald green eyes, with a bit of freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. She's pretty thin, but yet not that thin. She'sp retty much just a few ibs under average for a girl in her height, and age.

Jessica is a kind of outgoing and social butterfly kind of girl. She'll talk to everyone and everything. She can be cocky and kinda b*tchy at times, but only when she's mad or stressed out. Her father keeps comparing it to her mother. she hates being compared to someone she barely knows. Yes... She barely knows her mother. She left Jessica with her dad at the age of 5, so she grew up without her mother, her real mother.

Jessica grew up with her dad and younger sister, grew up with music. She's virtuous and plays both piano and guitar. She sings and acts on stage, and isn't afraid to do so. She's a creative mind and would do anything creative. Like making he rown clothes! She sketches, makes music, draws and writes. She does pretty much everything creative.

Jessica is a dare devil! She skates, she surf, she plays football and she skates! She's not afraid of getting her hands dirty! She have her four wheel, and all her dad's vehicles. A daredevil to girl, and a bit tomboy.

Jessica smiles a lot, and is always happy! it's hard to bring her down. She's a tomboy, and allways happy! But on the side note she's a loner, and don't have so many friends. but she doesn't mind at all! She enoys being alon emost of the time, even if soemtimes it can get too lonely. Jessica do want to make more friends, and is an easy going girl. She can make friends quickly, even if you don't consider her a friend, she might find you a friend. but it's up to her and you to decide if you're friends or not.

Jessica isn't so very into "girly" stuff. Even tough she might wear a skit or dress at times, she hates being girly. The color pink, unicorns. Name any of those stuff and she'll pretty much nearly throw up. There might be one or two girly things she likes, but that's barely.

Jessica is into animals, as her father is a vet. She owns a complete black arabian horse, and an albino kitten. She used to own tow dogs, but had to put them both down as they got aggresive and one of them bit Jessica as younger, so she have a faint scar on her upper arm, that looks a bit like a bit mark. She misses the dogs, but it was the best thing to do. She couldn't own dogs that attacked their owner!

When it comes to love, Jessica isn't the most easy going person. She might be a bit flirty towards guy's she fancies, but she woudl much rahter be friends with guys then date them. She've friendzoned a lot of guys she knows. Jessifa is BI-sexual, but she does lean towards liking girls more. She've had a few boyfriends in the past, even a girl friend! Everything she loosk for in a person is that they are caring, fun and not dull. Of course looking good woudl be amajor plus on the side, but shes isn't so much for looks. She could easily date a guy who have braces, broken glasses and those kind of stuff, what teen movies reffers to "nerd".



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[priscilla,]

Chachi Marina. also known as Chia or mostly addressed as just Chachi. Some people call her Marine, but those are the people of her family, as of her mother, grandmother and a few of her aunts. All the men in her family call her Chachi. Her name has no back story. Her mother always thought it was a cute name and her dad said that it was cute too and.... well yeah she does have a back story for her name but that's it, they found it cute. She doesn't like her name though. She said it seems too unique and it sounds too funny. It sounds.... weird. But wait, she's weird. Now maybe that's another reason why they named her Chachi, because they knew she was gonna be weird when she grows up, well, you can't blame them. She really is weird. But, too be honest she really doesn't care. Weird runs in the family blood. And it all began when two people fell in love and gave birth to several children, three boys and four girls who turned out to be weird and now their adults have married and given birth to a new generation of weirdos and that's where Chachi is.

❝Born on 23rd of October and is sixteen years old. Ain't that just cute? Actually.... in what way is that cute? I'm just a normal (that's debatable) girl who loves to dance. Well yeah, october twenty-three and it was maybe thweirdest day of my parents' life. Isn't it weird to have a daughter as weird as me? Well, it is. So the story is, it was about 5:30 p.m and my mom started feeling it.... and she drove herself to the hospital since she recently had a fight with my dad and she thought that well.... he needed time to cool down. And well.... she might have crashed into a car but luckily, the one driving the car helped her to the hospital and called an ambulance. How nice that person was. She's my Godmother. And I really like her, she's nice and pretty. Without her, me and my mother wouldn't be alive by now actually.....❞

Chachi has a very colorful personality. While Chachi is cheery, bubbly, upbeat, energetic, and is smiling most of the time, she can be somewhat absent-minded, random, and slightly naive. Despite this, she has been shown to have some intelligence. Her fun-loving personality is evident in her frequent giggling and laughing. Her absent-minded character can be off-task and distracted.
Chachi is also very flirty. Chachi seemes to enjoy spending time with the boys and playing games with them since she has a tomboy altitude. Chachi is pleasant, positive, kind, short-tempered, easy-going, funny, sweet, intelligent, serious, forgiving, but very immature, and can be shown to be neurotic and impatient and sometimes stresses out a lot. Nevertheless, she is always there when her friends need her.

Chachi is shown to have an evil side. She's 18 years old but seems to act very childish. She's simply CRAZY, yet she cares not if anyone or anybody judges her about being creepy and weird. She has a very normal backstory well not really not really normal if you mention her. She the weird one. Well actually her whole family holds the tradition of being fun and weird. Her dad is like one of her best friends and her mom.... well, too strict maybe? She has a volatile personality; she usually has a calm demeanor, though with rather frequent tendencies to sudden and violent mood swings. She sometimes acts like a bratty, apathetic, attention-seeking and willfully ignorant teenager. Chachi can be ostensibly unmoved and uncaring about what goes on around her, using such words as "sure," "whatever," and "fine" frequently. She can also be physically apathetic and unwilling to make an effort. She tends to lose her temper and make fun of people, but she can sometimes attempt to be nice towards others. Chachi is mostly described as a wild rocker girl. She is a lover of all things exotic and has a mischievous personality and is rarely intimidated. Despite seeming evil at first, Chachi is a trickster at heart, and her "evil plans" often turn out to be nothing more than elaborate jokes. She is described by as "a radical dame who likes to play games." She loves to play pranks on friends. She also occasionally has violent outbursts. Aside from that, she is a hipster. Mainstream just isn't her thing. The unique music is her taste.

❝ I consider myself pretty.... I look good, yeah... call me a bragger, but at least i'm not like all those stupid girls who are like, "No, i'm not pretty. I'm ugly. My hair's too short, I'm too short, My skin looks fake." Listen girls, every one of you is beautiful. If anyone says that my statement is wrong, then PREPARE TO DIE. I have very long wavy hair. It's originally brown but I dye it blonde almost every time. I like it brown though. But blonde is a.... cute color? Brown is just too mainstream now.... but so is blonde! Hipster problems.... Anyway, I'm short but who cares, 5''3 to be exact. It is said that short people are good dancers, right? No... it isn't. But I am a good dancer, i'm more of hip hop. I'm very thin and I weigh at least 119 pounds, I think? That was it the last time I checked. And my skin is fair white. ❞

❝History time? Eww, I suck at history. Kidding bro. History isn't very important is it? As far as I know, I've been living in a house with my father, mother, sister and well yeah..... My brother lives with his girlfriend somewhere else but, we meet every now and then. I'm from america, NYC. New York is the most populous city in the United States and the center of the New York Metropolitan Area, one of the most populous urban agglomerations in the world. The city is referred to as New York City or the City of New York to distinguish it from the State of New York, of which it is a part.A global power city, New York exerts a significant impact upon commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment. The home of the United Nations Headquarters,New York is an important center for international diplomacy and has been described as the cultural capital of the world.
Located on one of the world's largest natural harbors, New York City consists of five boroughs, each of which is a county of New York State. The five boroughs—The Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island—were consolidated into a single city in 1898. With a census-estimated 2012 population of 8,336,697 distributed over a land area of just 302.64 square miles (783.8 km2), New York is the most densely populated major city in the United States. As many as 800 languages are spoken in New York, making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world. The New York City Metropolitan Area's population is the United States' largest, with 18.9 million people distributed over 6,720 square miles (17,400 km2), and is also part of the most populous combined statistical area in the United States. And I guess.... well, goes to show that I am good at history.... ❞

❝Love Life huh? I'm sure no one could care less about that. I don't like anybody. Well that sounded a little.... mean. Love is too mainstream. I don't like anyone. So i'm.... single, yeah that's the word. I don't like anyone right now. But, if you're hot and you're.... well basically, if you're hot, you can sing and yeah, then I love you. Bye c: And I'm only interested in guys. I'm as straight as a... circle, wait no.... i'm as straight as a ruler. I ONLY LIKE GUYS. I'm sorry, but yeah. But to all those who are gay, bi or lesbians or if you're living a transgender life, all of my support is yours. Nobody can tell you who to love and who to not love. So be you, cause you were born this way. YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE. ❞

[Jekka]

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tom james fate is his full name, short, simple but liked by himself. tom is an eighteen year old lad with all the normal interests though he is often mistaken for early to mid twenties due to his mature and respectable attitude, but this doesn't mean he can't have fun and mess around. his birthday is on the 20th of febuary meaning he is a pisces, if you believe in all of the horoscope theories you'd know that meant his personality traits were along the lines of compassionate, imaginative and devoted. He does go along with those aspects but he has a 'bad boy' streak, he often disobeys rules and has a kind of free spirit. he used to be known as a bit of a player, sleeping with a different girl every week but he stopped that after being dragged out of school by his mother before being sent to his current one. he now respect all girls and is looking for a girlfriend. he is a tall, well built guy with muscles but isn't too muscly. he takes people for who they are, but he can be very lazy and oversensitive. he has no crush but is looking for one so will you be that girl?
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lotus oscar lee is her whole name, she loves her first name, based of the flower from a greek myth used to fool people into a lull of time. she is an seventeen year old girl who loves to party with a passion, she's mildly popular so is invited to almost all parties and always throws her own. her mother and father often go on mini-breaks leaving her in a boring but expensive house and the temptation is always too much. her birthday is on the 30th of march making her an aries, now in this case the horoscope personality traits are correct in every way, she is independent, generous, optimistic, enthusiastic and courageous. and then for the bad side she can also be moody, short tempered, involved, impulsive and impatient. she gets attached to people quite easily so can often be hurt by people moving away ect. she is quite small, with a slim but curvy figure, she nearly has a thigh gap and has visible hip and collar bones but she's not anorexic just tries to take care of her figure but she is rather lazy. she is currently single, she broke up with her previous boyfriend because as they considered going on holiday together he admitted he had cheated so it was clearly over. she is looking for a fun and loving guy to also be her friend.
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I've added as many as I've had time for to the list so please dont worry if your character hasn't appeared its still coming, I'll finish ASAP.}}

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

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naмe: Ross Markham
nιcĸnaмe: -
gender: Male.
age: Nineteen.
вιrтнday: September 22nd, 1994
вιrтнplace: "Austin, Texas. Without the accent."
нaιr color: "Dark brown."
eye color: "Green"
нeιgнт: "6'3"
weιgнт: "156 lbs"
perѕonalιтy: "Uh, I'm usually a popular guy. Hang out with the
jocks and other populars. But, to be honest, I usually can't stand them.
More thanhalf of the time, the girls are... air heads... and the
guys are jerks sometimes. But, I usually don't care and just roll with
it. But, y'know. What can a guy do?
I like to stand up for people, I don't let people get pushed around.
I'm more of a guy that encourages equality, I don't like seeing people
getting picked on. People usually stay away from me, besides a
couple of my close guy friends, now.
Highschool was a different story. I was still the same, but,
no-one acted scared of me then. I don't even know why they do
now. Oh, yeah. I almost killed a guy, and my own dad.
Long story. But, I swear, I didn't.
Anyway. I'm fun to be around - - most of the time. I like to have fun
and party, and I usually can get along with most people. I'm usually
a serious kind of person, but I like to crack jokes here and then.
Not a fan of awkward situations.
I know how to cook, quite well, I might add. I know how to fight,
and actually have been known for breaking bones, and sending
people to the hospital.
But, I've caused nothing life-threatening. Yet.
Some people call me cocky, but I honestly don't think so. I don't
brag about myself, they must just mean how I act, or something.
But I don't even know.
I love to read, and write. Playing the guitar and piano are both
passions of mine, though no one really knows that I can play an
instrument. Some people say I have anger management issues...
but I swear, they're minor.
I'm not perfect, but then again, no one is. Everyone has their problems.
I know I have mine.



orιenтaтιon: "Straight."
gιrlғrιend:: "Uh, no."
crυѕн: "Nope"
ѕecreт crυѕн: "Nope."
wιғe: "Yeah, no."
eхeѕ: "A couple."


мoтнer: Jane [Not here]
ғaтнer: Patrick [Not here]
вroтнerѕ: -
ѕιѕтerѕ: Gemma [15] [Not here]


"Huh. Where to start, eh?
Well, I guess I was normal for a while. My family, anyway.
My mom and dad were happy. Sure, they had their fights, but
all couples do. I grew up in a country house. It seemed like we
were in the middle of no where sometimes. Our house was
surrounded by trees, but I loved it. Whenever I was sad or
angry, I would head out to this tree I found. It had a perfect
spot on to sit or lay on. It was the one place where I could get
any peace and quiet.
I was always popular in school. I never really liked the people
I had hung out with, but I didn't really care much. I got straight
A's, though I never told anyone except for my parents.
I was usually known as a 'good jock.' I hung out with
the Jocks, but I stood up for people. Nerds, outcasts.
I couldn't stand seeing people get picked on.
Maybe that's the first reason people started becoming
afraid of me. I could take anyone down.

I was overjoyed when my sister was born. I was fifteen or
sixteen, I think. She was adorable. I never loved anything
so much. I vowed to protect her.
I taught her how to read and write, and became her best friend,
really. She told me everything, and I always listened.
I remember all the times she came running to me, crying,
when mom and dad would fight. I would take her out to our
tree, and just talk about random things with her to calm
her down. I was used to them arguing, but she wasn't.
She was in highschool before I knew it. She had alot
of the teachers I had, and alot of the kids there still
remembered me, even though I had left a couple years back.
There was a guy she was dating. He was a complete d*ck,
and hit her a couple times. I was enraged when she finally
told me. I went right into the school the next day, all that
was on my mind was this *ss, and how he'd pay for laying a
hand on my baby sister. People kept shooting weird looks at me,
some frightened, knowing who I was, and how I looked so... angry.
As soon as I saw the guy I was looking for, I hit him. Hard.
He landed on the ground, and I just kept hitting him, over and over.
I remember everyone gathered around, watching, some of the guy's
friends trying to pull me off, but only failing. "You. f*cking. Pr*ck."
I had said between punches. "You lay a hand on my baby sister again,
and I'll kill you." I remember saying. The school's security guards finally
came in and pried me off of him, his face all bloody and split here
and there.
I was proud of my work, honestly. The guards had hauled me out of
the school, and called the police. All I remember thinking was;
'Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.' I thought about running, but they knew who I was,
and where I lived.
I had to sit in the back of the cop car, as they questioned me.
"Why'd you do it, son?" They'd ask. "He beat my little sister. I wasn't
just going to stand by and let it happen." I replied, and that was
the end of the questions.
I remember an ambulance coming. Did I hurt him that bad? I
had thought, shocked. I heard later that his nose was broken, along
with a few different places on his jaw. Whoops.
They ended up letting me go, and was immediately hugged by my
sister, Gemma. She was crying, happy, yet mad that I had done it.
She didn't speak to me for a while. And when I got home, my dad was
so mad. He and I had a huge argument. "I was just protecting Gemma."
I said, tears in my eyes. My dad had never yelled at me like this. I was
protecting his daughter. Why was he so mad? "I don't care, Ross! You
could have killed him! We would've been sued! Then what would happen?!
Your mom and I work too hard as it is trying to pay for this house.
We would be living on the streets!" He shouted at me, making me
flinch slightly. "What's more important, your d*mn daughter, or money?!"
I yelled at him. He hit me.
He f*cking hit me. And right in the eye. I had stumbled backwards, and
would've fell, if I wasn't against the wall. I got mad. More than I should
have. I had tackled my dad to the ground and starting hitting him like
I had with Gemma's ex. I wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't heard Gemma say;
"Ross! Stop! It's dad!" Which made me freeze. I looked down at my father,
who was knocked out, his face bloody, but not as bad as the other guy's.
I sat there, for a second, until my mom pulled me off of him, me still being
frozen, looking down at my dad. My mom had to slap me to get me to look at
her. "Ross! Ross, look at me!" She screeched. Her slap stung. I was sure there'd
be a couple scratches from her finger nails. I couldn't tell whether she was mad
at me or not. She didn't sound like it, but she looked like it, which made
me scared. She looked at me like I was a stranger, which broke my heart
a little. "M- mom..." I managed to spit out, feeling tears running down
my face now. We heard my father moan below us. My mom pushed me
by the shoulders. "Leave, Ross. Now." She demanded, crying as she knelt down
beside my father. I could hear sirens outside, which made me panic.
"Ross! Go!" My mom screamed at me, and I did. I went out the back door, and took
off, stumbling frequently. My mind was a mess, and I could still feel
tears rolling down my cheeks. God, I was a mess.
First, I almost killed Gemma's boyfriend. Then my dad, but he wasn't near
in as bad of shape. But still. I still probably would have killed him, if Gemma
hadn't stopped me.
Gemma
She probably thought I was a monster, and honestly, maybe I was.
Maybe I was

I had enough money to rent out an apartment. It was crappy, and tiny, but
it was a place to stay, at least. It had a tv. I turned it on, and turned it to
the news. I stopped breathing for a moment.

"Ross Markham, possibly wanted for beating, and nearly killing 17 year
old Mark Andrews, leaving him with serious injuries.
Later on that night, it was more rumored, than reported,
that he then beat his own father, though the man was said to be in
much better condition than the previous victim.
Find out more about this story at 11.

Oh my god. What had I done?

A year and a half later
I lived in a nice apartment. I moved to --- a week after seeing that
story on the news about me. I made a new life. Got a job at Starbucks.
Doesn't pay a huge amount, but it was enough for myself.
I always think about my family. What they're doing now. But honestly,
I think they're better without me.

People stay away from me. They don't know anything about my past,
but I think they can tell I'm... unstable. They know something bad's
happened in my past, but are scared, though, smart, not to ask. "


lιĸeѕ: The smell of coffee and rain, swimming, surfing,
watching movies, listening to music, reading, writing, playing the piano,
playing the guitar.
dιѕlιĸeѕ: Rude and obnoxious people, loud-mouths,
spiders, blood, the smell of burned food


Shirt, pants, Shoes


Tex, his male, two year old, German Shepherd dog.

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naмe: Eleanor
nιcĸnaмe: El, Ellie, Ella
gender: Female
age: Eighteen and 1/2
вιrтнday: June 16th, 1994
вιrтнplace: Cheshire, England
нaιr color: Jet black
eye color: Sky blue
нeιgнт: 5'7
weιgнт: 125 lbs
perѕonalιтy: Eleanor is really the description of a normal girl. At school,
she was neither popular, nor a nerd, but everyone knew her,
and honestly, she got along with almost everyone.
She tends to act rather.... childish.. as some would
call it. But she just likes to have fun. She can be
quite hyper at times, but still drinks coffee nearly
24/7. She is surprisingly honest, even when it's hard.
Most people see her as the most mature one, but she
still likes to party. Well, not literally going to parties.
She hates being around a ton of people high and drunk.
She loves animals, and totally goes off when someone
mistreats them. She's a total book worm, and has read
the entire Harry Potter series atleast 15 times.
She does what you would call 'fangirling' very often.
Get to know her for the rest, eh?


orιenтaтιon: Straight
вoyғrιend: Not at the moment.
crυѕн: Nope
ѕecreт crυѕн: Nope
нυѕвand: Erm, no
eхeѕ: Quite a few


мoтнer: Mary Blackwood [deceased]
ғaтнer: Robert Blackwood [deceased]
вroтнerѕ: -
ѕιѕтerѕ: Melanie [deceased]


"I'm from Cheshire, England. I had a typical life,
living with my parents and sister. We had the normal love-hate relationship,
like most siblings. The only good thing that really came out of it was our
constant fan girling over various boy bands. God, I miss those days.
About a year ago now, my family and I were heading on vacation in
New Orleans. We had to fly there, of course. I remember being in
the airport, walking to the plane entrance, and a guy ran over my
foot with his extremely heavy suit case. He was running, from who we
didn't know at the time. He didn't even say sorry, which totally bugged
be at the time. Anyways. I remember being on the plane. I sat next
to my sister, and our parents sat infront of us. I took one of those
knock-out pills, y'know, the ones that help you fall asleep, so I didn't
have to be awake the whole time. I could never fall asleep on planes.
So, I was fast asleep, and somehow woke up. Everyone around me
were panicking, and so was my sister next to me. I can still see
those terrified light blue eyes piercing through me. I looked out
the window to our left, and the plane was going down. Right
in the middle of the damn ocean. I gripped my sister's hand in mine,
watching as the plane got closer and closer to the water.
-bam.- The impact had thrown me forward, the idiot I
am for not wearing a seat belt. Soon enough the plane was
filling with water, and fast. I swam up, a small portion of space
left for air. The water was freezing. Once the plane was filled,
I swam towards where I had seen light, not being able to see
a damn thing around me, besides it. I soon came to see that
the plane had actually snapped in half, which shocked me.
I stood, or rather, floated, there underwater, watching as
the plane parts just kept sinking, into the seemingly
bottomless blackness below. I would have just stayed there,
watching, if I hadn't ran out of breath. So I made my way
up quickly, gasping for breath once my head emerged.
I frantically looked around, and soon climbed up onto a
door that had broken off of the plane. I sat there for
a few minutes, shaking, thinking about what had just
happened. I screamed as something, or rather,
someone grabbed me, immediately thinking it
was a shark. I hit it a few times with my hand, until
it grabbed my wrist. "Bloody hell. Stop it!" I froze
for a moment, my eyes falling onto the figure.
"Jesus. I thought you were a shark!" I squeaked,
releasing my arm from his grasp. My eyebrows
raised as he stayed in the water. "This isn't the
Titanic, you know. You can get up here too."
I said, and watched as the boy climbed up onto the
door with me. I let out a sigh, looking around.
"I think we're the only ones that made it." I said,
not expecting an answer from him. And he did
stay quiet for a few moments.
"You don't recognize me, do you?"
He asked, looking at me.
"Of course I do. You're that guy who ran over
my foot in the airport."
"I did?"
"Yes! It hurt, too."
"Oh. Sorry. I was kind of in a hurry."
"Why?"
"Oh, uhm, no reason."
"Okay then." I shrugged, crossing my arms.
I was freezing.
We were both shaking.
Both from the cold, and from shock. He noticed it too,
and came closer to me, wrapping his arms around
me. "What are you doing?" I asked, surprised.
"Just trying to keep warm. Relax." He said,
and I instantly let him, already feeling warmer.
Anyway. I'll try and keep the rest short.
"Eleanor, by the way." I said, smiling slightly.
"Louis. Nice to meet you." (Not based on the real Eleanor.
Just a name coincidence.)

When we woke up in the morning, we were
still huddled together. I had moved away
from him, and tried waking him up, but nothing
worked. But I could tell he wasn't dead. I sighed,
and ended up pushing him in the water.
"What the hell?!" Was immediately what he said
as he came up. "You wouldn't wake up. I had to."
I replied, and then noticed an island about 30
feet infront of us. "Look!" I said, pointing.
"Good. Now I can get away from you."
He said, and I shot a glare at him.
"Right back atcha." I said, and dove into the
water, heading towards the island.
"Wait up!" I heard him yell, and I grunted.
"Thought you couldn't wait to get away from me?!"
I yelled back, and continued going, hearing him
say something quietly. I could hear him
try to catch up, but apparently failed.
Once on the island, I we both laid down on
the sand for a few minutes.
We soon got hungry, and we finally found
fruit hanging from a tree. I watched as he
tried to climb it, failing every time.
He looked at me, seeing I was laughing.
"Think you can do better? Go for it."
He said, standing back, clearly not
expecting me to be able to. I smirked, and
jumped up, clinging to the tree. My finger nails
definitely helped as I made my ascent.
Once up where the fruit was, I threw a few
down at him. "Catch!" I yelled, throwing
them down. Once done, I made my way down,
landing with ease on the ground. He stared at me.
"How'd you do that?" He had asked, and I shrugged.
"A magician never reveals their secrets." I said with
a smirk and he rolled his eyes.
During the rest of the time, we mainly did things to
pass the time. The last thing we did was play hide
and seek. He insisted, of course. The childish lad
he was.
He counted first, and I hid. We both agreed to not go farther
into the forest without the other, not knowing what could be
in there waiting. I headed farther down the beach, looking around.
I finally found a cave farther down the beach, and climbed into the
entrance, not daring go any farther, not knowing what dwelled
within. I had a perfect view of him, watching as he finished
counting. I giggled silently as he looked around, up in the trees,
even. I decided I would be here a while, so I decided to take a nap.
I woke up to him standing over me. "Goodmorning sleepy head."
He said, ruffling my hair. I glared at him, as he crouched down
next to me. I narrowed my eyes at him. "How long have I been in here?"
I asked, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. "A few hours."
"I didn't think you'd find me any time soon, so I took a nap."
I explained, smirking slightly. "Well, if you had been awake,
you'd have seen I gave up a long time ago." He laughed. I punched
him in the arm, and sat up. I sighed. "Do you think we'll ever get
out of here?" I asked, and he nodded. "Yep. I'm famous. Someone'll
come looking for me." He said. Oh yeah. I forgot to say he told me
he was famous. He was in the band One Direction.
I hadn't been that much of a fan, I'd heard about them, but
never memorized their faces or names.
We were quiet for a while, just looking at eachother.
We both had leaned in, and were about to kiss, when I saw a helicopter.
I immediately raced past him, jumping up and down. "Look!"
I yelled to him, as he came up behind me. "Jump up and down, make
alot of noise!" I instructed him, and we did. The helicopter then
came down, and they took us. I remember being frightened, flying again.
memories of what happened not that long ago. "It's okay. We're going
to be fine. We're going home." He said, comforting me. He held my hand,
and I couldn't help but let a few tears escape me. I had nothing to
go back to. My family was dead. Louis knew this, I had told him.
He was going back to his band, and his home, but what was I going back to?
When we landed, we were both ushered into a building, and let us in different
rooms to shower and change. I did so, relieved at the feeling of warm water
hitting me. Once done, I ran a brush through my hair, trying to control my
slightly knotted hair. I changed my clothes, and left the room, seeing him
outside waiting for me. "You took forever." Louis said, joking.
"Hey, a girl has to take time to look good." I said, and had a small
conversation with him, before people came to take us away. Separate. ways.
I sat across from a man who was talking to me. He would have people help
me find a place to stay, knowing my family had died. But I was old enough
to live by myself. I was technically an adult. I asked about Louis,
and he didn't look happy that I brought him up. "He's famous. He needs to go
back to his own life." He said, and I instantly protested. "Look, Eleanor,
he's already gone. Okay? Now, come on. I have a plane waiting to take you
back to England." He said, and I reluctantly followed. Lou had already left?
Without a second thought? It was probably easy for him. But not for me.
I didn't want to think about not being with him. I was about to board the
plane - much to my protest - when I heard a familiar voice yelling my name.
Louis.
"Eleanor!" "Eleanor!" He yelled, and I broke into a run, away from the plane,
following his voice. I saw him running towards me, dodging people.
We instantly hugged, and then he kissed me. He kissed me.
Louis Tomlinson kissed me.
I've been waiting to feel his lips on mine for so long.
I was so irritated when four guys came to pull him away from me. I was
assuming they were his band mates from One Direction.
The man came and pulled me away from
them, but the boy and I, never looked away from each other.
Not until the man pulled me in the plane, and closed the door infront of me.

That was the last I saw of that boy, besides on magazines and Tv.
Never once has he tried to contact me. He probably already forgot
about me. But, maybe it's for the better.

I found my own apartment, and got a job at a fast food restaurant
as a waitress. Living the dream, right?
I know this sounds crazy, and kind of weird. But it's my history, and I
can't change it, no matter how much I wish I could.
(Eh. I was reading a fan-fiction where this happened. Thought it would
make an interesting history for her. No hate. I'll probably end up changing it.
Well, I'll probably just end up changing the famous boy part. I dunno. cx)


lιĸeѕ: Rain, cold weather, coffee, running,
fighting, being with her brothers, swimming, tea, animals, climbing, messing with
people, surfing
dιѕlιĸeѕ: Rude/obnoxious people,
loud people, uncomfortable bras, clowns, spiders, insects, blood


Zeus, a 2 year old male German Shepherd dog

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{{ Can Ross be a surfer/skater, and Eleanor a popular, please? (:

[☼ :.sunshine.: ☼]

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Se r e n a
Ra e
Vi o l e t

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i n t r o d u c e . y o u r s e l f

n a m e : My full name is Serena Rae Violet, but you can just call me Serena. It means shy or reserved, which explains me pretty well.
n i c k n a m e s : I don't really have any nicknames, but if you think of one then feel free to call me by it.
g e n d e r : Well, I thought it was quite obvious, but I'm female.
a g e : I am currently seventeen years of age, being born on the 27th of June.

o n . t h e . o u t s i d e

h a i r : My hair is naturally a rich brown color. It maintains a lighter, more dirty blonde color during the summer, while maintaining the more darker color in the colder, less sunny months. It's quite thick, but manageable, and I usually keep it cut to around half-way down my ribcage.
e y e s : My eyes are a grey-blue color, and they're usually rimmed with eyeliner and mascara. I don't like my eyes much, so I tend to hid the ugliness with makeup. Not enough to look gross, but enough to look good.
h e i g h t : I'm currently standing at 5'8, and not sure if I'm still growing or not.
b u i l d : I'm a very petite girl, being a bit on the shorter side, and on the thin side. I have a very low BMI, and I don't eat to much, which causes me to be pretty skinny. I'm glad to say I don't think I look sickly, but just a tad bit underweight.

o n . t h e . i n s i d e

p e r s o n a l i t y : Shy, sweet, and extremely quiet are three words to describe Serena. She is a good student, whom excels in English and art. She isn't a nerd, but a shy, reserved girl. She has a bit of a stutter, which causes her to be self-conscious when talking to people. Her mind thinks too fast, and her mouth can't move fast enough to mirror her thoughts, which leaves her a rambling mess. She tends to stay away from anything that could force her to be social, and enjoys to be alone. She likes to sit at home and read, listen to music, draw, go on the internet, or just think. Sometimes she'll be walking down her street, and see groups of friends talking and laughing, and the odd couple talking and being cute. Though she enjoys being alone sometimes, she isn't quite fond of being lonely. Serena also loves to make other people happy. She enjoys the sound of laughter, and people smiling, so she tries to make people happy as often as possible, trying not to make a fool out of herself. She has the silliest sense of humor, and laughs at even the corniest jokes. Her best day ever would probably be just sitting on the carpet, eating macaroni and cheese and just telling stupid jokes with a best friend, or her boyfriend. She hopes to become more open, and be more social in the future, and she is slowly working towards that goal.
h i s t o r y : I've never had a tragic, sob-story of a life, but more just a regular one. I was born in New Castle, England to two wonderful people named Mary-Ellen and James. I was an only child, a I grew up in a small apartment in the middle of a busy street. Both of my parents would work, leaving me with a nice woman in an apartment the floor below ours. I believe her name was Cristel, and her son was Bryson. Me and Bryson were the same age, and we were very close. He was my best friend until grade 8, when popularity became to take play. He was more of a jock, and he was popular, whereas I didn't do any sports, and I just had my small group of friends. All of the popular kids made fun of him for being my friend, and I guess one day it got to Bryson, because he started picking on me. It started off with him just calling me names, then it got more physical, until he would constantly beat me up after school. I didn't think he was a bad person, I knew that he was just mad at being picked on, and he needed someone to take it out on. I still had this wonderful image of him in my head, being funny, and kind, and just... Perfect. But obvious he wasn't that guy anymore. I remember, one day, he had beaten me up, and his friends had started to join in. They had basically made this huge circle around me and just took turns kicking the crap out of me. Bryson was screaming at them to stop, because he had only ever left me with a couple bruises or small cuts, and all his friends were taking it to far. I blacked out, and when I woke up I was in a hospital. I had a minor concussion, and a broken arm. I got pulled out of school, and I never told my parents who had really hurt me, I just said it had been all the boys. We moved to a different place in Britain, and Bryson and I never spoke again since that day. I then started in high school, and I just couldn't make new friends. My parents would constantly tell me how much of a let down I was, and how I sat at home too much, and how I needed to be more social. But I was scared that popularity would cause me to be beaten up again, so I just stayed quiet and lived in my tiny shell, with little to no friends.

l o v e . l i f e

c r u s h : None at the moment.
s e x u a l . p r e f e r e n c e : Straight as a ruler.
b o y f r i e n d : None at the moment.
t u r n . o n s : I like guys that are fun, easy to talk to, and affectionate. They also need to be able to accept that sometimes I'm shy, but be able to try to help me be more outgoing.
t u r n . o f f s : I can't stand guys that think they're all that, and constantly think they can always do better than who they're with. I have very low expectations, and it's hard to fail them.

o t h e r

p e t s : None at the moment.
a n y t h i n g . e l s e: Nope, nothing.