Name: Hehe Hiya all, I'm Zoe Capricorn Capulet. Or Capricorn. Which ever you wish to call me, Be it Zoe. Or be it Capricorn i do not mind. But don't you dare ever Call me Capulet. Or i swear to the Capulet name i will Hurt you.
Age: Well now Guy's. I'm what everyone back in Italia would call a Child still well. By my Father's standard's. I'm 16 Turning 17 on the 13th of October.. I love it... I'm the only October born in my Family.
Height: Ok.. Ok i admit i'm very short barly reaching 4'7" I'm the shortest out of my whole family. Ugh it's a pain in the bum. i mean i barley reach up to my Cousin Tybalt's shoulder, But oh well. I'm short and could not care less.
Piercing and or Tattoo's?: .... Well definetly no Piercing's. My father would kill me. Tattoo's. Yes, I have a tattoo. Along my back. 'Princess of Cat's' Heh Tybalt convinced me to get it. I love my Cousin. He keeps me safe.
Age: Well now Guy's. I'm what everyone back in Italia would call a Child still well. By my Father's standard's. I'm 16 Turning 17 on the 13th of October.. I love it... I'm the only October born in my Family.
Height: Ok.. Ok i admit i'm very short barly reaching 4'7" I'm the shortest out of my whole family. Ugh it's a pain in the bum. i mean i barley reach up to my Cousin Tybalt's shoulder, But oh well. I'm short and could not care less.
Piercing and or Tattoo's?: .... Well definetly no Piercing's. My father would kill me. Tattoo's. Yes, I have a tattoo. Along my back. 'Princess of Cat's' Heh Tybalt convinced me to get it. I love my Cousin. He keeps me safe.
Group: Gamer's.
Likes: Well... i Guess. I do like Pasta. Along with Anime and Manga. Tybalt helps me with weaponary so i like that.
I Guess. When i think about it. There is not much of which i do like. Reading be one of it. Drawing be it to. When one grow's up, they ether grow up wild liking what they wish. Or grow up with a friend, Liking what they due to like. Which for me, Be these Simple thing's.
Pasta
Anime
Manga
Weaponary
Tybalt my Dear Cousin
Reading
Drawing
William Shakespear. The stuff upon our dreams, A dreamer dreams
These are the simple thing's on which i do like.
Dislikes:
There are far between few, of which i do like and do hate, But to make Haste it to make anger. And to make Anger is but a waste.
What i dislike are these simple thing's
The Lies there spewed from upon my Mother's lips.
People that are Rude
Parties, That i dare say
Habit's: Well, I guess you could say i'm alway's shy and skittish, very nervous when i'm around most thy people. I don't really talk all that much, Except to thy Cousin. But we are who but apart.
Personality:
I Wish i could say, I was a strong and confident girl, but as a child i was not, and still i be not, With Thy cousin by my side. I Pray and stand with pride. But when thy cousin and me be split. I cower like a child who be smacked by a scalding blow.
I will always be the shy child, Who cower's behing my Cousin. Who uses they family name. Be it thy of be it May. I shall always be a Girl But to thy Shame.
History: Ugh >-< Wip Serious Wip
But here is a bit of it.
A Child she be, who grew up in a big family. A mother and thy Father. A cousin and a Guardian. She grew up in sunny Vienna in a home she called her own, Upon italy the land's of far spoken oath. Her parent's showed no care to her, Nor love of a child, the young child grew up upon her Cousin's Arm. Who pulled and pushed and shoved to get thy child to do what she must to survive.If she doth fall. Then she be pulled back up. A Guardian be her Cousin. But a guardian be her Friend's name, Damion Corigo. A man of Fair skin, He be from Southern Germany, And met her upon a winter's ever. A 4 year gap upon there breath. a Child's thought, Of growing up. Beyond Thy parent's control. Beyond thy own limit.
Sexual orientation: *Look's at Tybalt as he tells her* Ah, Doth i be Straight. Thy girl's not tickle thy fancy.
Relationship status: I Be that of thy single, No fair hand be that of touched thy own.
Crush: I have non at thy moment.
Anything else About one'self?: She has a black cat, Which tend's to drap it'self around her nerck. Kinda like a scarf. She call's it Theodore.
I Guess. When i think about it. There is not much of which i do like. Reading be one of it. Drawing be it to. When one grow's up, they ether grow up wild liking what they wish. Or grow up with a friend, Liking what they due to like. Which for me, Be these Simple thing's.
Pasta
Anime
Manga
Weaponary
Tybalt my Dear Cousin
Reading
Drawing
William Shakespear. The stuff upon our dreams, A dreamer dreams
These are the simple thing's on which i do like.
Dislikes:
There are far between few, of which i do like and do hate, But to make Haste it to make anger. And to make Anger is but a waste.
What i dislike are these simple thing's
The Lies there spewed from upon my Mother's lips.
People that are Rude
Parties, That i dare say
Habit's: Well, I guess you could say i'm alway's shy and skittish, very nervous when i'm around most thy people. I don't really talk all that much, Except to thy Cousin. But we are who but apart.
Personality:
I Wish i could say, I was a strong and confident girl, but as a child i was not, and still i be not, With Thy cousin by my side. I Pray and stand with pride. But when thy cousin and me be split. I cower like a child who be smacked by a scalding blow.
I will always be the shy child, Who cower's behing my Cousin. Who uses they family name. Be it thy of be it May. I shall always be a Girl But to thy Shame.
History: Ugh >-< Wip Serious Wip
But here is a bit of it.
A Child she be, who grew up in a big family. A mother and thy Father. A cousin and a Guardian. She grew up in sunny Vienna in a home she called her own, Upon italy the land's of far spoken oath. Her parent's showed no care to her, Nor love of a child, the young child grew up upon her Cousin's Arm. Who pulled and pushed and shoved to get thy child to do what she must to survive.If she doth fall. Then she be pulled back up. A Guardian be her Cousin. But a guardian be her Friend's name, Damion Corigo. A man of Fair skin, He be from Southern Germany, And met her upon a winter's ever. A 4 year gap upon there breath. a Child's thought, Of growing up. Beyond Thy parent's control. Beyond thy own limit.
Sexual orientation: *Look's at Tybalt as he tells her* Ah, Doth i be Straight. Thy girl's not tickle thy fancy.
Relationship status: I Be that of thy single, No fair hand be that of touched thy own.
Crush: I have non at thy moment.
Anything else About one'self?: She has a black cat, Which tend's to drap it'self around her nerck. Kinda like a scarf. She call's it Theodore.
