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[P.lutonium]

(Can I have slightly longer I Have to have a bath and get ready for bed Sorry for any inconveniences)

[Jekka]

[[∞ just saying, this form doesn't look like a lot, but i don't spend my time on the forms, i spend my time on the rp posts.



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∞name: lotus oscar lee ∞age: seventeen years old ∞position: the air head ∞status: single and no crush

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 a seventeen year old girl who always seems to be getting drawn into her own little bubble. her head is her home, filled with many distractions to block out the painful parts of life.

although she is seventeen she could be mistaken for a five year old as she often goes into a trance maybe just for a few minutes or for a couple of hours. she can also have a good time, and can often be seen smiling. she does see people on a friday night to help with her 'problems' but the doctors have said they aren't serious and she should attend school like normal. she can have a laugh, and can have days where she is extremely lively and without her daydreams, but other days she doesn't speak at all meaning she can be hard to get along with. she was born in south kensington, london. she has an older brother, mother and step father because her father died when she was only six, doctors think this could be the cause of her problems.

she doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment as, her last one broke up with her because of her issues. she doesn't really mind. she's straight, but has no problem with homosexuality. if i could describe lotus in three words they'd be calm, dreamer and soft. she isn't snobbish but all the same she isn't perfect, she has her flaws like everyone else.

she loves music, especially passenger, bastille and owl city. all of those bands/singers remind her of the world in her mind and help sooth her. she enjoys most activities but the ones she takes up as hobbies are, archery, dance, singing, sailing and art. she has a talent for drawing, but the dancing and singing are more of the fun of it. she sketches all of her dreams and at school, she was asked to enter her work into a competition to have her piece shown in a national gallery, surprisingly she won and weirdly this stopped her from drifting off for about two weeks.
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[P.lutonium]

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B a s i c s > >
Hey there, My name is Caterina Valentine, Cat for short and I'm 16 years old. I was born on January the 26th, In a small hospital somewhere in Somerset. I grew up on my parents farm in England so I have quite a strong English accent. My mother is Ciara Valentine and my Dad is Ian. I have no siblings but I don't mind. I was home schooled by a tutor that my parents hired. I started to ride at the age of 13 and am into English riding. Especially Cross country. I own two horses and a few dogs.
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L o o k s > >
Well, My hair was originally brown but I've dyed it red. It was kind of part of my rebellion stage, my parents said no is I went and did it. I wasn't expecting it would look nice but it did you I kept it. Even they liked it. My eyes are a Hazel/Brown, its quite hard to tell sometimes because they are quite dark. My skin tans easily but doesn't burn. During the sunny periods in England I will go out to get a base tan. I have quite long legs and I enjoy Athletics.
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I n s i d e > >
I'm is often described as Naïve. Many put me down as the silent type but actually I can be quite a rebel. Quite often I am underestimated and placed to the side but I can be a real trouble maker if I put my mind to it. I like to be blunt if I can and will most likely say something to your face if I have a problem. I don't really like people underestimating me, I also really dislike people who lie to my face. I love to sing, I'm is also a song writer but am quite shy so I don't sing to big audiences. Really its only my friends I sing to. I also loves to draw and often do it to pass the time. On the outside I am popular but I have a real geeky side, I only show it to those I really know and often dumbs things down.
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L o v e > >
I could make up some story about a boy that stole my heart and ran off with it. Then we swam in a river or something but I don't have a partner at the moment, I don't think I need one to be honest. I've had a few boyfriends before but nothing worked out, I'm happy with my life. I am Bi though. I'm sorry it isn't the most interesting subject but this is real life. you don't instantly fall in love with someone.

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[sunday;]

[ is he okay? ]

{ alec cole emerett jackson }

“kick back, relax and grab yourself a beverage,”
or hop if you want to just bounce to my leverage,

full name . alec cole emerett jackson - he goes by alec, cole, and emerett.
age . cole is a sixteen year old, and he was born on the twelfth of august.
species . male, human.



appearance .

“the evidence as they say is in the pudding,”
so show me the money like my name is cuba gooding,
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he stands at a 'feeble' five foot and seven inches, and weighs one hundred and thirty three pounds. alec has, ironically in comparison to his second name, a thick spike-row of dark brown hair. it's streaked with lighter brown, though. alec has precariously positioned brown, large eyes and long eyelashes. his skin complexion is next - it used to be a tannish, spain-expectancy sort of appearance, but now it's a pale, vampyrish colour. alec has three tattoos, and no piercings: one of them is an anchor on his wrist, because his father - who was a sailor - died to the ocean. the second is a quote, located on his upper back. lastly, is the quote on his left forearm.



personality .

“it ain't fools gold, it's gold, fool!”
"can't stop won't stop" keeping it old school.. (so cool),
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honest: unlike most people, alec can say "i've never lied" and be telling the greatest truth in that sentence. most people don't believe him, and if you don't... you obviously have no faith in the human race. there have been many opportunities for alec to lie to get himself out of trouble, but he never lies, no matter how gullible or naive the other people are... no matter how much he needs to lie, he just won't.
quiet/shy: he doesn't talk much, this "alec" boy. preferring to keep to himself, he talks with a stutter or a pause after every word - he's never quite sure if he says the right thing or not. he tends to stay quiet for a few reasons - alec pretty much lives by the phrase: "if you don't say anything, you can't say anything wrong." he also fears that people will take the mick out of him because he has an irish - from his father and living in letterkenny (ireland) for seven years of his life - and english - from being born in paignton (england) - accent. but, obviously, he doesn't class it as an accent - one wouldn't say "i have a such-and-such accent", instead saying "you have an accent". alec also stays quiet because speaking means talking to people, and they'd most likely become friends... alec doesn't want to open up to anybody because he fears his father was killed because of alec's doings.
hidden actor: behind his shy outer shell, alec is talented at one thing - acting. but, of course, he never lets anybody find out because then he'd have to disperse out of his comfort zone and.. well, act. [it's not lying, because he never says "i can't act", in case you tried to find a loop-hole, anyone. he just acts like he can't act c:] so, in drama class, alec always hunches over as he does in every-day-highschool-life, and mumbles his lines.
average intelligence: alec isn't overly smart, nor stupid. but, he excels in maths [in england, "math" is plural :P], but lags behind in the sciences, technology and physical education/most 'school' sports. but, alec can cycle and play tennis as his sporting fortes. he thinks a lot, and his inventive side gives him most of his iq level.
imaginative/inventive: though it pretty much explains itself, alec is very imaginative and creative with his life - ever since a young age, he's been creating or inventing little things (or at least designing them) that would minorly benefit the average human in day-to-day life. for example, there was his set of blue-prints for a flying car - not exactly his invention, but if the prints were transferred into reality, then it would work.
everything else: alec has a tendency to get snappy at people when he's upset, angry or feeling insignificant. he'll just yell endless nothings at them and then walk off, most likely crying. he also has a tendency to curse and listen to music - he loves music, movies, plays, painting, fruits, reading, aviation, anything of the sort - whilst ignoring everybody else for the mentioned things. he dislikes silence, snakes, medicine, alcohol, being the centre of attention, reading in class, being made to answer questions aloud in class, people who think he is inept at everything, cake, most sweets/candy, bright lights, and people who treat him like he can speak "normally". he also has two kittens - hudson, the male and sterling, the female - as well as des, a male budgie.



other .
he originates from paignton, an english city located next to the ocean.

lyrics © can't stop won't stop (up and away)
face-claim © troye sivan

[haadez_]

all accepted. Will start later

[Jekka]

∞ okay, can't wait to start.

[haadez_]

Austin slams his alarm clock off. Sadly summer was over meaning school, and people. Sighing he slides out of bed and turns on his radio. As it blasts Can't hold us, he plans choreography in his head, dancing slightly as he grabs New clothing and walks into the bathroom after blasting the song on full volume. Turning on the shower, he steps into it. After showering, he changes into into black skinny jeans, a white muscle shirt, and black batman converse shoes. Running a hand threw his hair, he slides a grey beanie on, before walking back out and flipping the radio off and walking downstairs. Pouring himself some cereal, Austin sits on the couch and puts his headphones in, and connect them into his iPod. Playing random music, he eats breakfast and plans a dance to each song that plays. Looking at the clock, Austin sighs and stands up, putting the bowl down and grabbing his skateboard, before walking outside and skating to school.

As Austin walks into school, he keeps his headphones in as he walks past everyone, ignoring there laughter and comments, keeping his head down until he reaches his advisory class, which he shared with his three other friends.taking his seat, Austin turns the music down and sighs glancing up at his friends. "yay school." he grumbles laying his head down on the desk as students begin taking there seats, making sure to avoid the four 'freaks' of the school. Pulling out his headphones, Austin frowns at the front of the class as people begin teasing them while the teacher wasn't in the class. "home school seems really tempting right now." he mumbles as someone throws a giant wad of trash at his head. Groaning he flicks it away hoping the teacher would just arrive so it would stop for a while. Plugging the headphones in again Austin goes back to laying his head down on the desktop, ignoring everyone.

[sunday;]

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xAlec had been hunched over his notebook all night, brainstorming ideas - any ideas that could have any future potential. Unfortunately, the night was a wasted one, and his desk lamp was practically burnt out. He cursed, and then remembered that it was school. Figuring out that something could be made out of that, he got changed out of his onesie and into a clean outfit. He figured he looked good enough for the school's students, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Well, an apple or something - not a full out breakfast. Alec yawned as he looked in the fruit-bowl, picking out the freshest apple. Again, he saw potential in that. 'Ugh, why didn't I just get some sleep and think about things as the day progressed? Now I'm gonna be unnecessarily tired,'-he thought, mentally kicking himself in the side. Leaving the apartment silently, disturbing absolutely nobody. Well, that was probably because half of them were already gone.

xHe took his bike from the bike rack outside the block of flats, and unlocked the chain protecting it. As he tucked the chain into his rucksack, along with the key securely in the lock, Alec smiled. Slightly. He stopped smiling abruptly because then that would make him look even more crazy to passerby's than he actually he was. Alec hopped onto the bike, mounting it. That would be the quickest way to school - as per usual. He set off slowly, getting into some rhythm which he always adopted, for some reason. Alec was calculating how he would develop something on the 'freshest fruit' idea, and before he knew it, he'd arrived at school. He jumped off of his bike and then locked it to the rack in the grounds outside, zipping his bag up afterwards. Alec headed towards the front doors and then to his locker, getting the right books. He knew what class it was, so went to the corresponding classroom. Alec opened the class door and awkwardly made his way to his seat, knowing that everyone outcasted him and such. He didn't mind it half that much, to be quite honest.

[ sorry; life and teenagers don't go very well. at all. feel free to message me if you'd like the full explanation. ]

[haadez_]

its alright c: your right life and teens don't mix well, I've felt like doing nothing for about two weeks >.<

[Jekka]

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Lotus lay in her room, staring at the curtains that draped down onto the floor, barely letting even the smallest shafts of light through the sides. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness at around three in the morning as she'd not slept since, it seemed to be one of her bad days, probably caused by the stress of going back to that wretched school and constantly be taunted with mean names and cruel pranks for her 'simplicity'. She was a dreamer, meaning she'd often drift into her own world making it hard to communicate and often get her into detentions and problems. She had very few friends and now has barely any. Her parents had tried out many therapists for her but none seemed to help so now they just live with it. She still just lay there when her alarm clock beeped with high pitched noises that slowly managed to drag her out of trance and her persuade her to turn the racket off. She swung her legs out from under the covers and walked into her bathroom, brushing her teeth before gazing into the mirror the black circles under her eyes had turned so dark that it now looked like smudged eyeliner. Her sleepless nights had affected her school work and now pure features. She had a natural beauty so only added a hint of mascara and lip gloss, for the first time wishing she had concealer to lighten the black bags. She pulled on a pair of black leggings and a baggy sky blue top and added a cream cardigan on top. Slipping on her light blue ankle converse and grabbing her bag before silently leaving the house slipping keys and her white iPhone 4S into her pocket. Leaving quickly before her parents had a chance to shove breakfast down her throat.

She arrived at school walking through the doors and heading straight to her locker, ignoring the names people called out at her, keeping her eyes fixated on the floor. Once she arrived at her locker she swiped out the books she'd need for the day and locked it again spinning around on her heel but one constant bullier tripped her sending her to the floor and her books skid across the floor in numerous directions. She heard a sniggering comment behind her saying something like "Watch out lazy, your dreaming might get you into a lot more danger than that" she ignored the remark as usual and picked up her books and carried them to the correct class room, opening the door and scanning the desks for somewhere to sit. Another day to get through, why did people pick on her for her differences?

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