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[kida.]

Haha okay, ill figure something out later.}

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[winchester.]

m i c h a e l | b r e n t | n e w t o n

“the sight of me makin' your knees weak darlin'?
names and such ; you mean you really don't know it already? come on, i'm sorta a big deal around here? you aren't joking...? you seriously don't know me? well, yikes. let's get this over with then. my name is michael brent newton. pretty good name, right? i think so. two things people call me are either michael or brent. the closer you are to me the more people usually call me brent. but nobodies really that close to me other then one or two people, so let's stick with michael.
my gender, really ? ; okay, how about after this we get your eyes checked. i'm sure you'd look fine in glasses. well, since you can't hear the manly tone in my voice we get your hearing checked right after that. anyways, i'm a dude. boy, male, guy.
age and birthday ; nineteen years old. simple as that. nineteen years of fun, adrenaline rushes, and parties. my birthday, november seventh, nineteen-ninety-four. three-fourty-five in the morning. guess what? you can come to the party, too. keep the date free.
orientation ; straight as can be! seriously, no guys for me. ever. ladies only.
“don't fall for me love, i'm a bad boy, and your a sweet girl.
personality ; basically i'm your rebellious boy. your bad boy, for other words. the one stealing your daughters hearts and revving my harley's engine all night long. most people would call me bold, daring, flirty, smart mouthed, sarcastic, rude. i don't care what they think though, because it is true. i'm not a good boy. i won't make cute jokes that makes all those pretty things giggle. but i can get girls, oh i can. it may not be cute and romantic but i do a pretty good job making their hearts throb in my own ways. i say what's on my mind, and if that makes you pissed, throw a punch at my face. i'll throw three back. so try and not make me angry. okay, my sarcasm and quick mouth can be pretty bad. i've had a pretty long history of principal office visits, school switches, suspensions. but that hasn't taught me any lessons. hell, my mouth is still saying all sorts of crazy stuff that just pop up in my brain. sometimes what i say thought i regret. i won't mean it, and if you happen to be that lucky person that gets on the soft side of me then expect an apology. may not be the best one out there, but i will try as hard as i can to make it decent.
history ; born in austin, texas. moved to miami, florida. been traveling around since i was sixteen. that basically sums it up for you, but because you must know more i'll tell ya'. i was born in austin to a woman name audrey newton and a man named charlie newton. already they had a older son and daughter, and they planned on me being their lucky third. growing up i was a tyrant. loud mouth, talking with strangers, fights over lunch at pre-school. i would've hated raising myself. but they managed to do it. when i was seven we moved out to florida, dad had some job that they had to move him out there for. so we settled out in a nice place in miami. that's where i was raised for nine years of my life. boring years, bad grades, a lot of issues with my older brother and daddy dearest. that's why i left at sixteen. took my beat up, old guitar, a couple hundred dollars, a suitcase filled with clothing, and my baby. my car, not a baby. never a baby. my car. anyways, i hit the road and now i'm here. might stay a couple of weeks, might leave tomorrow morning. depends if there is anything interesting going on in town. well, scratch that. this girl came in town recently, rose. i guess she's okay to look at. so, you know. i might hang around for a while, ya know?

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Captain Hook

[RYCBAR123]

|| Sophia Laree Jones ||

"My name is Sophia. My full name is Sophia Laree Jones but I mainly go by Sophia. I was born in 1994 which makes me eighteen. Well I will be nineteen but on the sixth of December. It is close to Christmas but luckily my family isn't troubled financially. We own a popular restaurant in town that I have to waitress the dinner rush a few nights a week and whenever I want some spending money. It is only my father, mother, older brother, and I. My daddy is and rather average height man with a round belly and a kind smile. His head is balding but mom says he was really handsome when they met and that it's my fault that his hair is falling out. My mom is beautiful with blond hair to match mine and big green eyes. She is tiny in size which is where I get it. My brother, David, although he is off at college is still one of my best friends. He is quite the looker with dad's brown hair and blue eyes. He resembles daddy's old pictures. We have a kitten named Elliot and a cocker spaniel named Lucy. They surprisingly get along well.

I am rather short at five feet three inches and I'm praying I grow but I know I won't. I weigh approximately 130 but it could be more or less. Mother feels that we shouldn't keep a scale in the house. Although I'm short, I probably weigh so much more because I am curvy. One hundred and thirty pounds is rather light but appropriate for my height. My skin is usually light but in the summer I tan rather well. My mom is a big stickler on taking care of your skin so I always wear sunscreen and she and trained me to wear this Jergens face cream that she has worn since I was little. I got into it once and it wasn't pretty. I was a mess and so was the carpet. My eyes are a bright blue color light my dad's and my hair is a golden blonde like my mom. My eyes aren't too big but I was blessed with thick lashes which I think makes my eyes appear larger. My hair is long and reached the middle of my back but it is thrown into a bun a lot if I am not at school. I always dress rather nice for school and I love to wear skirts and dresses. When I am simply lounging around the house it is anything comfortable. I wear leggings and tees, sweats, and overalls. The only people that see me like that though is my family and my best friend.

I try to be nice because I know Ken isn't happy when I'm rude to others but I have a short temper and sometimes I just can't keep that smile on my face. I have many friends but my best friend is Ken. I am always incredibly nice to him but I am not very tolerant of idiots. I wish I had more patience but I am hoping that I will be gifted some one day. Hopefully by the time I have children. Another thing that Ken doesn't like is that I can be rather selfish. Not in the fact that only I can have a certain thing but it is 'my way or the highway'. I am not really that mean about it but I prefer things done my way and I tend to think that my opinions are always right. I am terrible with group projects because I am bad with working as a team and letting others pitch ideas and do work. Right beside selfishness is jealousy. I don't get jealous of materialistic things but whenever a girl is around Ken I freak. I don't say anything to him but I try to get in between them and just rant and rage in my bedroom. I do have some good traits though. I will do anything to make Ken happy and if you are close to me I will become very protective of you. I don't like seeing people I love get hurt. I have never actually been in a fight but I will protect you physically if needed. I wear heels often so many I could just take them off and beat the bully with it. I also love to laugh and my favorite type of jokes are puns. They make me laugh probably harder than I should. I am not creative enough to come up with my own jokes but I love to look them up.

I was born and raised in this town with my father, mother, and older brother. When I was only a few years old my mother took me to our new neighbors house. Mom is well-known in town and takes it upon herself to welcome everyone in town with a plate of desserts and a kind visit. She is that type of person. Our nerighbors were strange though because they couldn't speak English really. The mother knew a bit but her little boy who was about my age knew none. Mother grew fond of this woman and visited her often and let me play with her son. That is how Ken and I became best friends. I grew up rather happily and played with dolls and played house. I was always rather girly and loved to be dressed in dresses unless I was going to play outside. To this day I am the same way. School has been easy and I graduated without a problem. I'm excited for the rest of my life.

I am currently single at the moment. I haven't ever had a boyfriend actually. I have been asked out but I always say no. It isn't that they aren't good enough for me but I fear that my crush will never like me if I go around with other boys. Besides it isn't fair to date a boy I don't like. The boy I have liked since we were kids playing house is Ken. I would tell my mom that we were going to get married and I called my my prince. To this day he doesn't know that I like him and unless he ever feels the same I will never tell him. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

[Kaeris]

[thebandit;; could you add into your form somewhere that he has a crush on Rose (Wendy)?]

[RYCBAR123;; can you add a bit of more color or something? =) ]

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[RYCBAR123]

[I hope I succeeded in making it a bit more colorful.]

[Kaeris]

[It's fine.]

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