NEW School is where my soul lies (romance) ACCEPTING

[rainy day]

Danny and Jessica are open.))

I open the apartment door, having to tug on Diesels lead as he wanted to run down the stairs.

[SolamSwift]

Danny and Jessica are open.))

I open the apartment door, having to tug on Diesels lead as he wanted to run down the stairs.

Okay. Are your characters at school?)

[rainy day]

yes, they're just going in.))

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Danny and Jessica are open.))

I open the apartment door, having to tug on Diesels lead as he wanted to run down the stairs.

Dakota followed behind Andrew and grabbed out a key from her pocket and walked down the stairs

[Claw.]

(All my characters are at school)

[rainy day]

My girls open for any guy)

Danny?

[Insanity-Defined]

[still accepting? I made my own form, but it has everything needed ]]

||Darcy Noir-lee Fabel||

Age - 17yrs.
Gender - Female.
Sexuality - Bisexual.
Group - Outcasts

Personality - She is a fairly normal teenager. Or at least, she used to be. On first impressions she could appear anything from rebel to drug addict. Her tattoos and stretchers deceive, and society tends to judge her based off the stereotypical. In reality, she is simply a nice girl trying to get away from the life her siblings and mother had led before her. Every tattoo on her body means something to her. I guess they were her little mementos. She is a design artist by nature, and has plans to make it to college and study visual arts. Maybe ask her, sometime, to show you her art? You might be surprised. Amazed even. But thats only if you are brave enough to approach her. Many have simply left her alone, and ignored her presence. This is due to the simple fact, that they are scared of her. Sitting in front of her coffee shop, hungover from the night before, with a cigarette in one hand and a coffee in the other. She wasn't exactly the most approachable person, judging from appearance. But maybe that was the issue here - people judged too much on appearance. If only they could know her, and learn. She was the type to enjoy the little things in life... Watching the sun coming up, sitting on a balcony in her underware surrounded by sleeping bodies after a good night. Walking through the park on a rainy day, enjoying the strange looks she got. She grew up with hate, and now she laughs at it.

History - I guess her story was something of a sad one, though she wouldn't admit that herself. She likes to live in a fantasy state of mind. She grew up in what most would call a broken home. She originally lived with her mother, but then she was lost tragically to dementia when Darcy was at the age of 9. When she found herself living with her father, thats when things got bad. She was constantly in the presence of drugs... and soon found out that her father was a dealer. At 11 years old, she was helping pack up numerous types of drugs and occasionally used to transport them. After she started getting messed up in alcohol at age 14, she tried to spend as much time as possible away from her father and that whole situation. She found herself out on the streets most of the time. She never thought it was that dangerous. She never knew what damage a drunken man could do, until the night came that she was beaten and bruised and taken advantage of. Thats when she found a friend in this cruel world. Homer, the owner of a tattoo studio, took her in from the streets. He kept her safe, and taught her the art of tattooing. She found herself spending most of her time in the studio, and got herself off the drugs.

Name : Christian Flaii
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Sexuality : Straight
Group : Outcasts
.A Little Overview.
Hes the fun guy. He loves to have a laugh, and he loves to do the stupid stuff that everyone knows will end badly. He has a tenancy to drink a little too much, and to party a little too hard.Known as a bit of a flirt, and a heart breaker, he's had his fair share of broken relationships. He has a thing for brunettes... He came to NewYork to try and make his dreams come true as a guitarist/singer. He never made it.. as most never do. Now he has mostly just turned to the drink for comfort. A bit of a sad story really.
.The Past.
He grew up in what many would call a broken home. His father left them when he was only small. He never really met him, so he didn't miss him or feel like he had missed out. Basically, he never really had a father. His mother was something of a one-woman family. She was his mother, his sibling, his best friend and his protector. When he lost her, he nearly lost himself. She didn't die.. well, not physically. Her mind was lost to dementia. She didn't even remember him anymore. When he got a bit older, around 16, he turned to music to let out his emotions and also to hide them. He got really good, and started to write his own songs. Following the advice of some of his friends, he moved to New York with a few guys that he formed a band with. They tried to make it for a few years, before they disbanded and gave up. This brings us to the present...

[Nawratus]

(Anyone open?)

[.::PrincessDawn::.]

(my girls open for any guy)

[rainy day]

~Danny

I walk up to my crush, Jessie. "Hi, Jess."