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✒ name; drew parker benson
✒ nickname/s; drew, parker, parks
✒ age; sixteen
✒ gender; male
✒ birth; seventh of january / paignton, england

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✒ height; five foot and nine inches
✒ weight; one hundred and two pounds, due to generosity towards his sister
✒ hair; brown / blonde / spiked
✒ eyes; blue with green / brown rings
✒ complexion; pale, acne
✒ body mods; absolutely none
✒ other; nope

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✒ personality; goody two shoes / reserved / honest / stubborn / loyal / persuasive / sensitive / sensible / witty
✒ history; born when family moved to england temporarily / father left at age eight / mother died at age eleven / lived in an attic with casey / didn't eat as much as her / found and moved to foster home / always fell for the girls [i tried to follow casey's as well as with the surname]
✒ likes; putting casey before himself / being independent / rules / girls / music / mint / the smell of grass / ironing boards / the smell of washing powder / cinnamon
✒ dislikes; gum underneath tables / juice / books / putting himself before casey / attics / the colour green / television / forests / plants / magazines
✒ fears; losing casey / acrophobia (heights) / some other phobias which i need to look up technical names for
✒ quirks; is obsessed with anything grape flavoured / taps fingers or feet when bored or waiting / always plays/chews with mundane items like bottle caps, straws, etc
✒ medical problems; adhd (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) / ocd (obsessive compulsive disorder) / mdd (major depressive disorder)
✒ other; he can write anything on normal paper as if natural writing and if you show it to a mirror it comes out like normal writing. classes it as a talent

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✒ orientation; pansexual (don't worry about it c;)
✒ status/crush; single / no crush
✒ favourite love song/book/poem/etc; doesn't like love songs or anything of the like
✒ other; none

[ i'm gonna briefly answer the questions so it's not an essay (i either write tons - literally - or brief answers)
face-claim is troye sivan
blah blah
and i suppose i'm done i dunno ]

[Brittle]

@bubbles, confliction, and playing with fire; accepted!
@jarzie; we won't start without you c;

[confliction]

{ bump? sorry, but I'm so bored.. }

[pumpkin.]

{ I was too lazy to make a new char so I posted Caleb XD }

[Brittle]

cool c:

alrighty, go ahead and do your starter posts people- I gots to do something XD

[confliction]

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male . poor guy . sixteen

000000Sam never wanted to step into that orphanage ever again. Hopefully he could keep his behavior in check and not be sent back before his eighteenth birthday. The number 18 meant freedom and he had two years left. He was glad he wasn't being adopted by Fancy McNancy. If she had adopted all four of them, they wouldn't ever have freedom for their own. It would be basically just be like switching facilities. From the orphanage to her mansion, although the mansion was undoubtedly a million times better. He tried to think of it as a major upgrade and another temporary home until he could rule his own life. Heather Mcormick was a huge philanthropist. She donated thousands of dollars to the orphanage yearly. She visited, dragged her kids over from time to time, and Sam supposed she was nice. Much nicer compared to other foster parents. As far as he knew, there wasn't a Mr. Mcormick, but he could have been mistaken. Maybe he just worked out of town a lot. Maybe that was why and how they were so rich. Sam hadn't seen too much of the two kids though. He'd seen them sometimes hanging out with the toddlers and passing out blankets, but hadn't gotten the chance to actually get too close. There were rumors that the daughter was a skilled belly dancer and the son was gay. He didn't believe them, although if she was a belly dancer that would be pretty interested.
000000Right now Ms. I-am-a-millionaire was the four foster kids' chauffeur. She had gone to the orphange earlier that week, filled out paper work for each of them, then came back this morning to pick them up. They were on their way to her big mansion now, their few belongings packed up in the trunk. As they drove farther away from their former home the houses and buildings grew less desolate and bigger and fancier. There were double-doors instead of single, ugly brown ones. The windows got bigger, almost stretching from floor to ceiling. He wasn't sure what to expect of Ms. Mcormick's house. Was it modern or classy? Did they have pets? He'd secretly always wanted a big, cuddly mastiff. They made awesome guard dogs.

{ i wasn't sure how to start, but hopefully this is sufficient. }

[confliction]

{ bump }