ѕυммєя иιgнтѕ ву тнє вєαcн - romance . accepting

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{[ o_o neither can I lol it looks so good. You're accepted by the way lol ]}

[lovely.]

( Looks interesting. I will join later.)

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Thanks ^^ Are we going to start soon?

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{[ Yep (= we can start now, actually. Just have your character(s) hanging out and doing whatever; then characters will meet up from there. I'll have a post up soon ]}

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{WIP}

||Penny For Your Thoughts|| ||Whenever You Walk By|| ||I'm A Dreamer|| ||I've Got Style (Or Maybe Just Too Much Time on My Hands)||



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- иαмє : : Brielle Rose Kallen.
- gєиdєя : : "Ouch. That was almost a burn."
- αgє : : 19.

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- нєιgнт - 5'7"
- ωєιgнт - 108 lbs.
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - "I inherited my mother's fashion sense, so I typically wear whatever's in fashion, or whatever looks good on me.
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - A long, faded scar along her left shoulder blade.
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - Just her ears are pierced.

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- cяυsн - "I ... um ... Rory, maybe/"
- тнємє ѕoиg - How to Save a Life - The Fray.
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - Straight.
- яαиdoм fαcт - Slight insomnia.
- ρєяѕoиαlιту -
Brielle is ... there really isn't a best word to describe her. Independent, maybe? She's afraid to become close to anyone because she doesn't ever want to be hurt again, like when her parents died, so she simply hides behind a multitude of different personalities to keep people at arms distance.

Upon first glance, you'd think that Brielle was an sweet, refined angel who did a whole lot of observing and not so much talking. It's unsurprising; in public places, or around adults, she keeps up the facade easily, with her wide, innocent eyes, sugar-and-rainbows smile, and soft, almost musical voice. She's the one you see who has all the right answers in class when the teachers call on her, never fails to complete her homework, and gifts all the teachers on holidays.

Around the people she is comfortable with, though, she is a completely different person. Outgoing, bold, daring, and quite the party girl, she speaks her mind when she wants and isn't one for sugarcoating anything. She'll tell you as she sees it, bluntly and honestly. She has a witty, quick sense of humor and a sharp tongue, which is evident when she is frustrated, annoyed, or angry. The quickest way to earn her respect, however, is if you can match her sarcasm blow for blow. It's true that she does observe quite a bit -- in fact, it's a hobby of hers to watch and learn about people through their reactions and body language. Another large factor in her personality is her charisma; Brielle is an incredibly influential person, although some might call it manipulative. It's not that she'll go to extremes when she wants something -- it's that she always knows what she wants, and she also knows exactly how to get it. Flirt? Occasionally, if she simply wants to have some fun. You'll find that she ends up knowing more about you than you know about her.

Brielle, above all else, is creative and perceptive, two of the main traits that drive who she is. One glance at a person and she can rattle off dozens of traits about you, some obvious, some not quite as obvious. Half of them are simply guesses from stories she spins about you in her head, but they are often frighteningly accurate. She notices the subtle chances in behavior and voice pitch, or body language, and has become quite adept at interpreting what they mean. Of course, the downside to that is that she tends to be rather critical — of herself, and others. But her perceptiveness and attention to detail is what brings on her creativity. She's intrigued by the fact that most people focus solely on their own lives, while not noticing the idea that everyone around them has a story to tell. Whether it be a sad man on a park bench or a falling leaf, she can make a story out of it, some stories more fantasy-based than others.

Then there's the side of her that most people don't get to see very often. It the flip side to her typical personality: confused, lonely, and hurt. It's thoughtful and sensitive, contemplative and afraid. She still blames herself for the death of her parents, and she can't seem to accept the fact that they're actually gone. She keeps those emotions under lock and key as best she can, because she hates seeming fragile or incapable of taking care of herself.
- нιѕтoяу - "I'd tell you if I trusted you. Unfortunately, I don't."
- ρєт[ѕ] - Snow, her White Shepherd mix.

||I'm Sexy and I Know It||



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- иαмє : : Jace Aaron King.
- gєиdєя : : "Do I look even remotely feminine? Don't answer that."
- αgє : : 20.

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- нєιgнт - 6'3"
- ωєιgнт - 165 lbs.
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - "Typically, just a t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket, but whenever Brielle's around, I just wear whatever she throws at me."
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - The charming yet sardonic smirk that always seems to be on his face.
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - None.

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- cяυsн - Will have one soon.
- тнємє ѕoиg - ***
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - Straight.
- яαиdoм fαcт - He's never been on a rollercoaster before.
- ρєяѕoиαlιту -
Jace is somewhat the opposite of Brielle. He's slightly introverted, preferring to keep to himself. Laid back and cynical, he usually keeps people away with his snarky, sarcastic comments. However, for all his nonchalance, he is incredibly protective over his dog and Brielle. If you catch him on a good day, he might open up to you. He's quite the thinker, but he loves to joke around as much as the next person. He's also a more sports-oriented type of person; soccer, football, basketball, swimming, surfing, hockey, you name it, he's good at it.

He's also a flirt; if he's in the mood, and you're a girl, he's utterly shameless. He is chivalrous, though, adding to his slight southern drawl and unruffled personality. Occasionally arrogant, he's charming and he knows it. But he never quite settles for one person -- or, at least, it simply seems that way. The truth is, he flirts because it's just part of who he is, he can't help it, not because he particularly likes them. He's just an easy-going, humorous type of person. When you do somehow annoy him, he'll tell you off with a few icy insults. If it ever comes to a fist fight, though, he's all for it. He's a vicious fighter, as that was how he spent the early years of his life.

Despite his usual icy exterior, he does have a gentler side to him, usually only shown around animals, or, more specifically, his dog. He has a knack wrestling the truth out of you, and, being rather hypocritical, hates rude people. Then again, in his opinion, he isn't rude; simply distant. He isn't the type who befriends without purpose. Self-preservation is a strong point; everything he does benefits him in one way or another, if not now, eventually. And oh, tenacity is another one of his fortes. He hates being told what to do, and would rather do things his own way. In fact, often, when people tell him to do something he's not in the mood to do, he'll do the opposite. If you insist, he'll just refuse even more stubbornly. Of course, it can be a good thing as well, when stubbornness turns into determination. Once he's set his mind to something, it's hard to sway him in a different direction.
- нιѕтoяу - "If I don't tell, don't ask."
- ρєт[ѕ] - Considering a dog.

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Rory Cale Hawthorne

Rory slid his classic Ray Bans on. The sun drenched him in warmth; a warmth he welcomed. He walked out the backdoor of his cousin's small house, crossing the street towards the beach. The sand easily made its way into his worn black vans, filling in the toes with an excess amount. He kicked them off, leaving them back by Lily's porch. It didn't take him long to reach the beach.The young man sighed, feeling slightly overwelmed with the large throng of people occupying the surrounding. He had to weave his way through tons of stretched out towels and propped umbrellas to reach the shoreline. Once there he began walking towards the north. Large pepper grey seagulls swaggered beside him, their curious heads jutting out with each step.
There were so many people. One would think that being from NYC he would be used to the large populations, but obviously his small town roots had stuck with him. He avoided those walking towards him, slipping more towards the drier area of the shoreline, slightly annoyed at their lack of manners. He needed to meet people, make some friends. There was no other option. If he had to walk to the beach alone for the rest of the summer and only make conversation with Bandit and Lily, he was bound to die.
Cale eventually stopped as he neared the pier. He dropped down into the sand beside one of the large wooden poles and buried his hands into the sand at his sides as he observed. He enjoyed watching people; it was interesting to see how greatly people differed from one another. His gaze was first drawn to a young brunette. Of course, he thought to himself. He noticed her hair, it hung in kinky, salty waves down her back, and the way she idled down the beach. A large, somewhat older man followed. He was a interesting sight to say in the least. Cale decided not to invest any more time observing him as it would only lead to disguist. His hazy eyes turned to a woman power walking her way like a beast. He smirked, wishing he had that kind of determination. But since he didn't, he resorted to lazing on the beach.

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“ And later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out ; later on I'm crying like a baby. Yeah baby, don't get so disappointed. I am not what you anticipated ” Arabella chimed softly as she slipped into a pair of shorts; which she wore with a simple black bikini top and a pair of flip flops. Perfect for the beach. Which she knew would be crowded seeing as today was the first official day of summer. Flipping the radio off, she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail before exiting the bedroom. Still humming softly to herself, she slid her phone halfway into her back pocket and started for the door. “ Junes. . .you coming? ” she smiled at the sound of paws clattering against the hardwood floor, and within seconds the freshly groomed husky was at her side; tail wagging and tongue lolling out. “ Let's go then ” she mused softly as she pulled the door open and Juno went bounding out, kicking up clouds of sand behind her. That was the nice thing about living literally on the beach. . .you didn't have to worry about walking the dog. “ Not too far! ” she shouted [as if the dog was going to decide to start listening now] and pulled the door shut behind her. A groan escaping her lips as she then took off after Juno, who continued to bound happily across the sand. “ Sorry. . .! ” she called out as the dog pummeled through a sandcastle that was in the process of being built, then practically trampled over a man who'd been laying on his stomach; reading a magazine. After six years of this on a nearly daily basis, it was amazing this beach wasn't dog-free by now.

“ Juno! ” she called, her voice breaking in laughter as the dog pummeled straight through a group of girls before pausing at the water's edge and barking frantically at each wave that rolled onto shore.

{[ I'll post for Isaiah in a bit. I added one of my older girl characters as well since i've been dying to use her again. . .but I'm not sure if I'm going to keep her or not. Three characters is kind of a lot to manage lol ]}

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[I'll be leaveing the two pictures on for the next two posts so then you guys get used to who my charactors are. And I think it might be easier to remember so then you don't always haveing to go back checking who Megan or Josh look like.]

Megan Annabelle Knight
19 Years Old| Crush: Maybe| BF: None, Single and happy| Mood: Cheery

Megan was running at the edge of the shore, with her rotewieler puppy. Doodle, wearing a puppy sized life jacket, Megan wearing a swim suit, her beach bag near a life gaurd tower. Megan laughed at her puppy, attempting to keep up with her. She slowed down for Doodle to keep up, the waves getting her ankles wet, while Doodle entire legs were soaked every time the tide came in. Once Doodle got close to Megan, she would always skipp three times, her really long, brunette hair bounceing, Doodles' short fur, not really flying around at all. The tide was a little stronger this time, carrying the rotwieler puppy deeper in water, luckily wearing a life jacket. Megan laughed harder, running after her puppy before the tide dragging her puppy too far in.

Josh Robert Knight
19 Years Old| Crush: Maybe| BF: None, Single and happy| Mood: Lazy

Josh lied down by the life gaurd tower, eating a tub of ice cream he head bought from a little ice cream shop, a couple minutes walk away. His old dalmation, Trusty lieing down next to him, the two were both lazy that day. Feeling like they just wanted to keep cool, from the sun. Josh lied down, on Megan's beach towel, told that he was supposed to be gaurding Megan's beach bag. Which Josh was doing, just not that well. He looked at his dalmation, probably sweating as much as Josh was. "You want some too don't you Trusty?" Josh said to his down decideing to take the lid of the ice cream tub's lid, dumping in two plastic spoon sized scoops of vanilla ice cream into the lid. "There you go Trusty, I know this isn't good for you, but a little won't hurt you. Besides, it's hot out." Josh said, patting Trusty on his head.

[YouMeAtTheHorizon]

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I live a charming life
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- иαмє : : 'I'm Lauren Emily-Rae Shaw. Just call me Lauren'
- gєиdєя : : 'I'm kinda upset you had to ask this...but female..'
- αgє : : 'I'm 19'

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- нєιgнт - 'Uh..I dunno..maybe 5 " 4'
- ωєιgнт - 'Wow. Rude. But i'm 12Olbs'
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - 'this and this is my style!'
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - Lauren has a heart-shaped birth-mark on her collar-bone, though it is small and practically un-noticable. She also has a thin scar along her ankle where she cut it on a shard of broken glass 11 years ago
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - 'this tatoo is on my wrist in small, and my ears are pierced twice, along with my nose and my belly button'

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- cяυsн - 'Hmm...Gabrielle is pretty but I haven't reall spoken to anyone yet..'
- тнємє ѕoиg - Runaway - Avril Lavigne
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - 'I'm bisexual'
- яαиdoм fαcт - 'I can't swim at all'
- ρєяѕoиαlιту -
Lauren is realiable and trustworthy. If you tell her a secret, she's gauranteed to keep it, in most cases. However, despite her sweet looks, Lauren is not all sweetness. She has a sharp tounge and always keeps it real. Brutual honesty is her way. She comes from a slightly spiteful nature, and will b*tch about you if you slag her off. Lauren is the typical mean girl cheerleader, she likes making fun of other people with a lower status than her because it makes her feel her better. She is usually unfaithful and hates relationships with strings, and prefers to just hook up. But she isn't loose. She just hates emotion and is scared of falling in love and being hurt.
Deceptive and cunning, Lauren has no trouble lying to get herself, or someone she cares for, out of touble. She will always have your back, even if she doesn't have her own. That means that she has no problem taking the blame or punishment for someone thats she loves. Lauren thinks nothing for reprecussions and has no respect for rules. Lauren is not a bad person, she just hates being told what to do and would rather free-style.
To Lauren, the aftermath is secondary and life is just an excuse to muck around.

- нιѕтoяу - Lauren has never met her real parents. Instead, she grew up on her Grandma's lavender farm, in a town just outside New York. One time, her parents requiested to see Lauren, but her Grandma said no, because she didn't feel that either of them were emotionally ready to see each other for the first time. This hasn't really ever bothered Lauren much, and she feels it has been no real loss. When Lauren was 10, she fell out of a tree. To her, that was the most frightful experience of her life. She was also bit by a house spider at the age of 12, and although being already fearful of them, Lauren then developed a serious phobia of the eight legged creatures. Nothing incredibly special or extraordinary has ever happened to Lauren, but she doesn't care. In fact, she prefers it that way
- ρєт[ѕ] - 'I have Sheldon & Mikey and Jeoff '

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It's fake...trust me
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- иαмє : : 'Yo. Erik James Night'
- gєиdєя : : 'I love the girls but I'm male'
- αgє : : '21 and proud'

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- нєιgнт - '6 " 1, I'm kinda tall'
- ωєιgнт - 'Um..I'm 185lbs, most mucsle'
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - 'I practically live in old band shirts and jeans'
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - 'Oh I dunno. Height maybe?'
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - 'Yuck..no'

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- cяυsн - 'There's a few hot chicks round here'
- тнємє ѕoиg - Weightless - All Time Low
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - 'I'm 110% straight. All for the girls'
- яαиdoм fαcт - 'I have dated 12 older women'
- ρєяѕoиαlιту -
Erik is a reltaviely nice guy, though he hates the rules due to his rebellious streak. He's a bit of a flirt, but when he gets in a serious relationship, he always stays faithful. He's always got your back and has no trouble taking the blame instead of one he cares about. Nevertheless, he isn't a guy you can push around ; he isn't afraid to fight and was once expelled from school when he was 14 for breaking another students nose.
His general nature is more of a leadership tendency and likes being 'the alpha'. Due to this, he can get a little possesive of his girlfriends and doesn't really like them flirting with other guys, though he respects your space and freedom.
More or less, he's a good guy and doesn't ditch anyone, he's the kind of guy you want on your side in a fight.
He refuses to change for anyone and, although he won't admit it, he's a high matiance guy. He doesn't tend to judge but is slightly homophobic and feels uncomfortable if other guys crush on him. He is often interetsed in hot girls but their personalities matter more to him than the outside looks, and cliques or status matter not to him.

- нιѕтoяу - At the age of 14 he was expelled from his school after he got into a fight with another male student, resulting in Erik breaking his nose. After that, he was arrested once after drink driving with his girlfriend at that time.In total, he has dated around 45 girls, that he can remeber. His parents divorced when he was 2 (almost 3 years of age), so it doesn't really bother him much about his parents split, he just hates it when his mom gets a boyfriend.
His Dad remarried 15 years ago, and he has a half sister whom he is quite close to and doesn't hate, though Erik more or less hates his mothers boyfriend. Erik rarely speaks to his Mom and prefers staying with his father, not because he dislikes his birth mother. It is more her choice in men that he hates. More specifically, her boyfriend as off now.


- ρєт[ѕ] - 'Yeah. Frank & Gerard and Jay [Jason]'

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{{ Estia & Alice : : accepted ^^ }}