THE FOSTERS

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THE FOSTERS

Postby Brittle » Fri Jul 26, 2013 7:19 am

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You were thrown out, forgotten, unloved. Just face it. No one wants you. You were found living in an alley, the school basement, a parking lot, even a bar- until they found you. They took you away from your home- oh your home... You yearned for a warm fire and loving parents, but you never expected the other kids to be there. Stuck in an adoption center- what a pity. No one wants to adopt a teenager, that's why you'll be there for years to come until your old enough to live on your own. But can you live on your own? Or will you just commit suicide like the others...

Yes, that's right. Kids here have killed themselves in order to stop their suffering. What a pity... But of course none of them want sympathy- they want the end. No one wants to be at the adoption center, but it might just be too late...

Until they move you. Yes, move you. You and the rest of your teenage buddies. Too a foster house owned by a kind woman named Heather Mcormick. She already has two kids, a girl and a boy. They aren't too happy that you're moving in- well except they think you're cute. The girl acts all rich and proper, ignoring most. But then the boy wants to know your name, and your story. Should you give anything away? There's bound to be drama, and defiantly some romance involved.... What will happen next?
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THE CHILDREN

Postby Brittle » Fri Jul 26, 2013 7:33 am

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THE REBEL AND THE PEACE-KEEPER
They're brother and sister, never separated. She hates the rules and is always trying to escape the house and life itself. But her brother always keeps her in line, and is there when she needs him. He hates drama but she eats it up, he falls head over heels for any girl he looks at but she always plays hard to get. They were found living in the attic of a restaurant downtown. The girl would sneak into the diner's garbage and grab something edible. The boy would rashin out the food and they'd feast every night. But still the boy is dreadfully skinny because of the countless times he gave his younger sister more. But now she wants to escape the foster home, but won't do it without him, what could he possibly do?

THE REBEL is played by p e p p e r. & THE PEACE-KEEPER is played by ____


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THE RICH GIRL AND THE POOR GUY
He grew up in an alley, she grew up in a mansion. His mother died when he was born, her mother became a Multi-billionaire. How can two teens so different be so similar? Little did they know, when they first set eyes on each other- a look passed between them. They liked each other, not in a crush type of way... Just a kind of like- like you want to know them more. Soon they were eating lunch together, they were becoming fast friends before they even knew it. The others teased them that they were dating, but the thought never crossed their minds honestly. Soon he learns her horrible secret no one else knows, and he is tempted to share it, to get help for this girl, but he doesn't want to ruin their perfect friendship. What to do, what to do...

THE RICH is played by {Bubbles} & THE POOR is played by I am Confliction.


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THE PYRO AND THE PLAYER
She was born in the back of a bar then left to die, and he was born in a ten hundred dollar hospital room and taken home to live a life of luxury. She constantly burned herself for every mean thing ever said to her, he constantly abuses himself for the stupid things he does. These two are alike in ways no one can imagine. He constantly lets down girls, afraid he's going to hurt them in the end, she constantly chases boys, afraid she's going to be alone in the end. He's obsessed with other people's past, he loves to learn about people. So they sit down every night and she explains her past. The terrible things others have done to her, the terrible things she's done to herself. In return he must share about the world. Since she'd rarely goes outside the bar she'd lived in, she doesn't know what year it is, and what the world is like. Slowly they start to spend more time with each other, she likes him- but is afraid he might let her down like the other girls...
THE PYRO is played by me & THE PLAYER is played by pumpkin queen


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THE RULES

Postby Brittle » Fri Jul 26, 2013 7:59 am

Hello! So you wanted to join my role play, eh? Well, I have a few standards I need you to meet. Okay? I will try to keep these short and sweet, alrighty here we go! Creativity. This is a big one. The point of this role play is about six kids who's are either stinking rich or just found in a dumpster. How more creative can you get? Literacy. four-five paragraphs. I'm not asking for much. Misdated happen, I'm not asking for flawless posts, I'm asking for something someone can reply to! If someone doesn't give you much to work with, try to improvise. But if you don't meet the criteria all the time, that's okay. I won't follow my own rules sometimes! Forms. ah, I think the best thing about role playing is the characters. I don't need your form to be long, just a little blurb if even. All I want is an inside to this person's mind.Acceptance I can accept you and not if I want to or not. Capiche? Reservations Please pm them. If the spot happens to be already taken, then your post may end up trapped on here and will annoyingly keep popping up in your posts. Be nice I understand if your anti-social, but show a little enthusiasm to your fellow role players. Really, the point of this role play is to create a friendly environment where everyone is a friend. Where we can walk away from this role play already knowing nick names for each other, and also knowing that we can trust them if we need to. Because frankly, friends are better then cake, shocking I know, but true. Cussing and other colorful language no no on the cussing okey?! There is obsoletely no need for it! p.s. crap isn't a cuss word in my book so go ahead and use that if your character really needs to say something like that haha.
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India Malik Sawyer

Postby Brittle » Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:02 am

















































































































































































































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The Lonely wrote:2am; where do I begin,
Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.


This young beauty your looking at, is India Malik Sawyer. She isn't the smartest, or the most pretty, but she's the most mysterious. You'll hear her singing and tell her she's good, but India will only reply with a small, "No I wasn't." And a look so sincere you almost believe her. She is so mysterious, India will even mask her writing. She created a code when she was five to stop people from reading her personal things. India's name consists of seven syllables, eight vowles, and two first names. India is Sanskrit for large body of water, Malik translates to Queen in Persian, and Sawer means sawing wood in English. Now you see how much free time she has. India was never one to rebel, or be a goody two shoes, or even care about really anything. She was always the shy girl, wanting death more then anything. India never had a purpose in life, so why talk? Why eat? The only thing India found joy in was her journal and fire. Oh yes fire, the fiery burning sensation along her skin made her feel knew again. It hurt like hell but in a way, it felt like heaven. But, I'm getting way off track. What shall we talk about now? Oh, India's family consisted of her Mother, Arabella Lily, father, Hero Sawyer, and younger sister Clary Sawyer. India's parents died when she was four by a sad car accident, and Clary wasn't alive yet. Then India moved in with her wretched grandmother who abused her as a girl. Life seemed to be a waste of time until Clary moved in. Clary was eight by that time, and India was twelve. Soon they became best friends, practically sisters by blood. They both loathed there grandma, but felt free with each other. One night, five years later, India was taken by a man when she was walking home, and soon he had abused her in ways India will never talk about, and she was scarred for life. Finding relief in alcohol and drugs she withdrew from her family, lost in the intoxicating materials. Almost immediately India was kicked out, leaving her beloved Clary in the arms of a witch. India withdrew so deeply into her shell, there was barely any hope of coming out again.

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We live wrote:There's a cross on the side of the road
Where a mother lost her son
How could she know that the morning he left
Would be the last time she'd trade with him for a little more time
(so she could say she loved him one last time)
And hold him tight
But with life we never know when we're coming up to the end of the road
So what do we do then
With tragedy around the bend


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It's time wrote:So this is what you meant?
When you said that you were spent?
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit,
right to the top.
Don't hold back.
Packing my bags and giving the Academy a rain check.

I don't ever wanna let you down.
I don't ever wanna leave this town.
Cause after all,
this city never sleeps at night.


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Postby Brittle » Fri Jul 26, 2013 9:06 am

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Re: THE FOSTERS

Postby narnie » Fri Jul 26, 2013 3:25 pm

WILL CHANGE HISTORY LATER. IM ON MY PHONE.


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My ғυll ɴαмe is Casey Del Sol Benson
My mother was born in America and so was my father.
Nothing much to it. My dad left when I was ten when he
said he was going to get lottery tickets. I guess he won.
Because he never came back, until I was about sixteen....
yea, in a dream, more like a night mare to me. I don't know.
Oh well I lived with adopted parents until I turned seventeen. My
name isn't special unless you count Del Sol which means "the sun".
My ɴιcĸ ɴαмe
You can call me Case or
Sol if you want. Or anything
you can think of that can go with my name. Nothing rude
please. I love pet names from my boyfriend. I give him one
back just to show I care for him equally back.


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Alright are we really going to ask this question? I mean really dude you can't tell that I'm a female. girl. senorita. I was born on August 14st, 1995 in New York.That makes me eighteen years of age. I'm kinda short at the height of 5'7". My hair color is a blonde type color, but sometimes it can get darker like in the winter. My skin color is uh.. tan? Haha it's the only way I can describe it. Anyways, my eye color is a amber/chocolate brown and stomach is thin, but not stick thin. I have a тαттoo, or three... Haha, alright the first one is on my hip, and is this. The second is on my right shoulder,this. The third is on my left wrist, this. Plus I have a small diamond stud piercing on my stomach, you know. A belly button piercing. нorѕeѕ are a big part of my life. I love riding horses. I also love dogs, but horses is more of my passion. My horse is named Prince Charming, but I call him Striking and he's a purebred Friesian. Here's my baby <3
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I love modeling, it's kind of my life now. I moved to New York to model and I still live there. I'm very slim and my body is very toned. My stomach is flat and my legs are long yet thin.That's why people call me hot, and honestly it makes me mad.

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lιĸeѕ
>> Modeling
>> The beach
>> Striking
>> My dog, Duke
>> Guys
>> Music
>> Tans
>> Red
>> Dogs
>> Being in Shape
>> Pinterest
>> Tumblr
>> Photography
>> New York
>> My house


dιѕlιĸeѕ
>> Animal abuse
>> Death
>> Players
>> Earthquakes
>> Cancer :c
>> My father
>> Cheaters
>> Players
>> Reality (lol)
>> Annoying People
>> Rude People
>> Being Interrogated
>> Circuses
>> Too Many Questions


































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wнαт ι looĸ ғor ιɴ α ɢυy
Though if you want to know what I look for in a guy, I would say someone who is always there and loves to cuddle. Guys who cheat on me and only love me because I'm hot make me made beyond belief. Sorry if your like that, but I hate it a lot eхeѕ
As I already said I have two exes. Now I've had tons of guys ask me out, but I only said yes to these two.The first guys name was Tanner. He didn't do anything wrong I just... I just left. I couldn't stay, I don't know why, he seemed like a jumper. It was probably stupid for me to leave him, but it is the past and I can't change it now. The second guy was named Adam. He cheated on me and that was the end. Nothing more to say about this subject. вoyғrιeɴd Not at the moment, but I'm open. I don't have a crush either, deal with it.

нιѕтory
The past sucks horribly and I hate talking about it, but after time past you learn to deal with the truth. Alright to start off my life went down hill when I was ten. My half ass father left to buy lottery tickets and never came back. I guess he won... Anyways, my mother got cancer. I was twelve, and when I turned thirteen she died of the brain tumor. That hurt so badly I didn't know what to say. After she died I lived with my Aunt Nancy. Though with my luck that didn't work out and I had to go to a foster home when I was fourteen. My aunt went mentally crazy, that sucked for me. I don't think it was my fault though the problem was already chronic before I started to live with her. Well anyways the foster home was great. They "mom" and "dad" treated me like their own biological child. I'm an only child so I have it all. They couldn't have children so they took me in as foster parents at thirteen. A few months later they decided to adopt me and I've lived with them since then. I just recently moved out to my own apartment.

You wanna know my perѕoɴαlιтy? Well if you get to know me you might have better luck because I'm not the best at explaining myself like this. Though I will give it a shot. Hmm where to start? So I guess you could say I'm a bit rich, but that doesn't change who I am. I'm pretty shy I guess. Just kidding! I'm extremely outgoing if you know me as a friend. My only family is my dog, Duke and my mom, Lisa. I love my dog and care for him like he's my kid. Haha, not exactly as if he is my kid, but close to it. When it comes to loving something those two are the only ones I truly love. I can be fun, outgoing, and daring. I used to cliff dive all the time when my mom was alive. Though not that she's gone I simply sit at the top of the cliff and watch the sunset with Duke or sometimes dive by myself. Lisa is afraid to do it. Most of the time I go out in public with my hug dog all the time and I love it. Never mind that stuff though. I'm a thin person, and I'm kinda a health junky. I will pass on ice cream for yogurt without second thoughts. I'm a model. I have to stay thin to make a living. Plus I can stay thin with my parkour and surfing. Now I think that can say something about who I am, right? You know if you think that wasn't enough I will tell you who I am when I'm out of my model, and outgoing cover. I'm a daring, fearless, some what dangerous (I can do things such a sky diving), and fun person. I cliff dive, sky dive, zip line, rock climb, I can run, and surf like a boss. Haha, sorry if that sounded weird. Like a boss is a neat statement. By the way when I say dangerous and daring I don;t mean that I try to kill my self. Suicide is stupid. That is the chicken way out of life, okay? Don't take your life no matter how bad things are. Power through like a tough person.
Fun Facts About Me:
♥ My clothing style: This This and This
♥ I can be a player sometimes... oops
♥ I was born and raised in the ghetto (No offense if the word was rude)
♥ Going to college in New York
♥ My bank account has 32.5 million in it
♥ I foster/rescue Great Danes
♥ I look hot in red and black, haha
♥ When my mom died I inherited more than a million dollars
♥ I have a long board and I can skate on it like a pro
♥ My first boyfriend taught me how to skateboard

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sam connors

Postby confliction » Fri Jul 26, 2013 10:51 pm





























































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Sometimes
we'd
never know
what's wrong
without
the pain,
sometimes
the
hardest
things
are the same.

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name;; sam connors
gender;; male
age;; sixteen
birthday;; september 21
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hair;; brown
eyes;; brown
height;; 5' 11"
weight;; 120 lbs
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talents;; musical, listening
flaws;; paranoid
likes;; girls, humor, cats
dislikes;; spiders, arguments
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sam grew up with shady people always surrounding him. he doesn't know his father, some guy his mom had sex with. he doesn't know his mother. she died an hour after sam was born. so he didn't have parents or any other relatives to take care of him. the people of the street did. or rather, they taught him to grow, watch, and listen. there are things children shouldn't know at the age of five or ten. there are things no one should know anything about at all. but sam listened to everything and learned. he doesn't remember how he survived the first few years of his life. he doesn't remember whether he was alone or not. if someone took care of him and just once he was capable. but he had survived and he grew to form a bond with the other homeless people in the alleys. some were dangerous, some just desperate. most were both. but there were a few who sam caught on with. they were his friends for a few years or so until they would disappear. and then he'd be alone with the people who were less friendly. he learned from them how to be tough and how to survive. and with that, he got through thirteen years of his life just fine.

but then the police found him, after hearing some reports of a child roaming the streets alone. he had been foolish to stay in one place for too long. they took him away from his homeless buddies and shut him into a crowded orphanage, certainly no better than the alley that he grew up in. it was dusty and loud and it stank of mildew and human waste. the children were separated into four groups. babies and toddlers, four year olds to eight year olds, nine year olds to twelve year olds, thirteen year olds to eighteen year olds. you could imagine the abuse between orphans. there was so much happening everyday; bullying, suicide, fights, crying. it was endless. sam never did get adopted, not once. but then, who would want to. he was too quiet and too unnerving. you could tell by his eyes that he didn't trust you and he never smiled. he did make friends in the orphanage, or allies at least. they wouldn't bother him and he wouldn't bother them. they might give him a few tips and he'd give them some street advice. sam had tried to break out more than a few times. but each time, they found him and took him back with more than a few consequences. he knows from what he saw in the orphanage that he was one of the more lucky children. he was smart, he knew what to do and what not to do. he knew who was good to stick around and who was not. he didn't have scars or burns and he wasn't picked on and pushed around. he kept to himself in the corners, watching everything and everyone.

but then they sent him away from the orphanage, his hell. some big, rich lady offered to foster four of them. heather mcormick. and so started the beginning of his new life.





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lyrics © fray
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"IT ALL GOES BACK
TO THE FIRST KISS
IT WAS THE ONE
I THOUGHT I'D NEVER MISS
MAYBE WE WERE
ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES
MAYBE I'M JUST
NOT QUITE STRONG ENOUGH
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE
THE EASY PART
BUT BREAKING DOWN
IS WHAT I FOUND HARD
NOW I'M WEARING THIS SMILE
THAT I DON'T BELIEVE IN
I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
SAVE ME FROM THIS
BROKEN HEART
ALL MY LOVE
WILL SLOWLY FADE
AND FALL APART
SOMEONE PLEASE SING
THIS LOVESICK MELODY
CALL MY NAME
IF YOU'RE AFRAID, I'M JUST A KISS AWAY"
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I'LL LEAVE MY ROOM
OPEN
TILL SUNRISE
FOR YOU,
I'LL KEEP MY EYES
PATIENTLY
FOCUSED ON YOU
I WILL GO DOWN
AS YOUR LOVER
YOUR FRIEND,
GIVE ME YOUR LIPS
AND WITH ONE KISS
WE BEGIN













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Re: THE FOSTERS

Postby {Bubbles} » Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:13 am

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|| "It's not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain" ||
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Rae wrote:And when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
- Kamala Surayya
her full name is rachel elizabeth covington, but she goes by rae. nothing else, so don't call her rachel or even elizabeth, unless you want a black eye. rae has never been one to obey rules, and she is very well known to be sarcastic. she always has a comeback for everything, even if she dosn't always say it out loud. she isn't hateful nor is she mean, but she can be rude at times. she isn't self consious of the fact that she is being rude, though it comes of that way, the big deal about that is she is very defensive. anything really can set her off, maybe she is just sensitive to some things. she easily gets into arguments due to the fact of her being sarcastic and defensive, it can be taken the wrong way and isn't the best thing to be both. but both she is. another bad mix to her personality is that she is bi-polar. one minute nice and sweet the next, furious and angry. in truth you can never tell what rae's mood is going to be even if you have spent the eniter day with her. worse then that she does have a temper that will flare up out of no were and will fade just as quickly, the thing is she isn't afraid to throw a punchor get into a fight. though she is one to normally back down from a fight, even if she has lost her temper. well seeing that we have covered most of her bad traits we can move on to some good ones. rae is well mannered believe it or not, she can smile and play nice as long as she is treated with respect. though she is always well mannered when it is for a job interview or when she was at school. she is respectful, sometimes. she can be sweet though not many have seen this trait in her, most say she is a vicious viper that should be dealt with. as one of her nicknames is sting rae, suits her dosn't it? well know that we have covered what her personality is more or less, moving on to relationships. rae is straight, in other words. she is not currently in a relationship and has none. not when her life is finally beging. her apperance you ask? well thats rather simple, she is of average height and is a little below average in weight. her hair is a shoulder length curly brown, that she does tend to dye strands of it different colors from time to time. her eyes are a light clear green, with copper flecks through them. so yes, i believe that is all you need to know about rae.

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Caleb Monroe Ackenwood- WIP.

Postby pumpkin. » Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:45 am

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sʜᴀʀᴋs ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ωɪᴛʜ ᴇɴᴠʏ,
ᴛʜᴇʏ ωᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ωʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ;
ғᴜɴɴʏ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ
ʙᴜᴛ ωᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀs ωᴇʟʟ.


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ɴᴏω ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ,
ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪ ᴘᴀɪᴅ
ᴛʜᴇ ωᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʙᴀʏ
ɪᴛ ωᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ.


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"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ωɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ."

      breaking the ice wrote:ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Caleb Monroe Ackenwood { Kay-lub mun-ro ackin-wood }.
      ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ;; Caleb-- "dog". Monroe-- "from the river's mouth". Both American.
      ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;; Oh, yeah; he's definitely a female. Um- sarcasm alert; he's a male.
      ᴀɢᴇ ;; Nineteen. Some say he seems older, some say he seems younger; it doesn't really matter, does it?
      ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ;; Father-- George 'Hades' Subaber. Mother-- Mariana Elena Ackenwood.
      ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ ;; Mermaid by Train. To be explained later on.
"ʜᴏω ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇ?"

      admiring the pieces wrote:ʜᴀɪʀ ;; Very, very dark brown; so dark it seems black. His hair is shaggy, and falls a bit past his ears.
      ᴇʏᴇs ;; A bluish-green color with amber swirls. Unique yet strange, he got them from his mother.
      sᴋɪɴ ;; Deathly pale; probably because his dad never lets him see the sun. He rarely tans, and never gets sunburnt.
      sᴄᴀʀs ;; Plenty. Being a naturally reckless person, he has gotten into more than one fight in his life. They're aimlessly scattered.
      ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ;; One; it's just a death-eater tattoo { x } on his arm.
      ʙᴏᴅʏ ;; Lanky, meaning tall and skinny. He weighs one-hundred and twenty-two pounds, and stands at 6'1".
"ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏω ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs?"

      searching for the hidden crystal wrote:ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;; humorous, easygoing, calculating, quiet, soft-spoken, sheepish, sensitive, timid, tolerating.
      ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;; rebellious, mainupulative, frustrated, hot-headed, stubborn, antisocial, anxious, flirtatious.
      ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ;; anxiety, trust issues, bipolar disorder, schizotypal-- nothing to worry about.
      ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;; Pansexual. Basically, he doesn't care; though, he cares for girls a lot more.
      ᴄʀᴜsʜ ;; Honestly? No one. I don't think... It's a secret.
      ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;; He works at the local animal shelter, though he wishes to become an artist; fat chance.
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Re: THE FOSTERS

Postby Brittle » Sat Jul 27, 2013 7:57 am

    lol, welcome!

    We just need playing with fire too post his/hers {sorry I can't guess genders XD} reserve. And everyone to at least post a picture and some small personality traits/a blurb and we'll be good.

    If you don't understand what I mean check here all the forms are short and exactly what I'm looking for. But if yo unwanted to post a longer form like Pepper, that is also okay!
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