T h i s I s M e
{ { N a m e } } Sam. (Or Sammy, but I hate that. My real name is Gertrude, but don't you dare call me that! I hate that name. Gertrude.)
{ { A g e } } 18 & 1/2.
{ { G e n d e r } } Female. What does it look like?
{ { S e x u a l i t y } } Why do you care? Well, I'm bisexual.
O n T h e I n s i d e
{ { P e r s o n a l i t y } } Way easier to become my enemy rather than my friend. A bad habit of mine is picking fights (that's how I make myself feel better, taking my anger out on others). I'm sarcastic, snappy, argumentative, sometimes cocky and reckless, proud, bossy. I'm unsympathetic towards others and very sensitive herself. I open up a little to people who can get close to me... But I warn you, it's hard to become my friend. My friend logic is all friends will go away. I learned that the hard way.
{ { H i s t o r y } } My parents were always involved in their work and making money, and because of this, I developed the feeling that they didn't like me. As I felt more like this, because of the way I acted, my parents treated me more coldly as life wore on. I and my parents just started "avoiding" each other eventually. One day, my father got in a car crash and died, leaving my mother to look after me. I lived with my mother, but I only stayed in the house during the night and I leaved during the day, only coming back at dark. I and my mom didn't talk to each other. When I saw this boat thing, I seemed like a miracle. No more mom! Now I'm just stranded in the middle of nowhere. Joy.
O n T h e O u t s i d e
{ { H a i r C o l o u r } } Are you blind? Why do I have to tell you all this? I'm blond.
{ { S h a p e } } Fit. Why don't you take a look for yourself?(Skinny, obese, fit)
{ { B o d y M o d i f i c a t i o n s } } Um, no. I'm not wasting my money to get some boring tattoo that I'm gonna hate later in my life.
{ { U s u a l O u t f i t } } Well, you could just looks at me yourself, but fine, I'll tell you. I wear a white t-shirt with a turtle on it (turtles are my favorite animal) and blue, dirty rolled-up jeans. With muddy gray sneakers. You might have guessed, but I'm not into the keeping-clean thing.
W h o ' s T h a t G i r l ?
{ { C r u s h } } You think I'd tell you even if I had a crush?
B o y F r i e n d / G i r l F r i e n d } } Boyfriend? Ha. Wouldn't even dream of it.
{ { C h i l d r e n } } I'm not going to get married, let alone have children! Stop sticking your nose in my business!
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T h i s I s M e
{ { N a m e } } I'm Griffin. Yes, it's a little bit of a strange name, but that's who I am.
{ { A g e } } 17.
{ { G e n d e r } } Male.
{ { S e x u a l i t y } } I'm straight.
O n T h e I n s i d e
{ { P e r s o n a l i t y } } I'm shy, I suppose. Also persistent, and loyal, hard-working, kind, blah blah blah. I like quiet, and I hate it when everyone's staring at me. Also I'm easily embarrassed, and I don't like fighting. I hate fighting. I can't spill blood. Anyway, that was my good side. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I over-react a lot, and I'm also not really the best at insults. Yes, I even fail at fighting with words.
{ { H i s t o r y } } My life was good till I hit 16 & 1/2, last year, in fact. My parents got in a huge fight. I tried to stop them, but I couldn't. My mother got so angry that she killed my father. She hid his body in the basement, then locked herself in her room for week, and I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I didn't leave the house, I didn't want mom to get in another fight. However, what I did was so called the police. The police came and arrested my mom, sentencing her to death. I felt terrible, knowing that because of me, my mother was going to die. So I decided to try and run away on this ship. And you know what happened from there. I got stuck on an island with everyone else.
O n T h e O u t s i d e
{ { H a i r C o l o u r } } Dark brown.
{ { S h a p e } } I'm a little thin, actually. But not deathly thin or something. (Skinny, obese, fit)
{ { B o d y M o d i f i c a t i o n s } } No, not into that stuff.
{ { U s u a l O u t f i t } } A dark green t-shirt with black jeans. And brown boots.
W h o ' s T h a t B o y / G i r l ?
{ { C r u s h } } I like Britney, Britney Mathews. Wait, did I say that out loud? No, no, no, please don't tell!
B o y F r i e n d / G i r l F r i e n d } } None.
{ { C h i l d r e n } } No, no children. No wife, either. I don't plan on getting married soon.
