The Private Agreement || An invite only forbidden romance

[Livalathia]

[I'm working on these...just give me a bit. I'm being distracted a lot xD]

| | Dylan Micheal White | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Dylan Micheal White
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Dylan
๑ αɢe :: 19
๑ ɢeɴder :: Male
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: July 2nd

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 6'0"
๑ weιɢнт :: 180 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: He has two different colored eyes [his right being light blue and his left being a light grey], he also has a scar that runs diagonally over his left eye
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Light brown with some blonde in it and it just reaches the tops of his eyes
๑ eye coloυr :: Right - Light Blue , Left = Light Grey
๑ вody тype :: Hes average - a little muscle but otherwise rather thin
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Dylan stands at about 6 feet and he weighs about 180lbs. He doesn't have to much muscle yet he has just enough to make him look strong, yet not to over muscular. His skin is rather pale, and he doesn't seem to tan as easy as other people do, however his skin being so pale actually helps to bring out his eyes more. Even though he has to make sure he doesn't burn his pale skin is definably a part of him that makes him look better. Also, his eyes being different colors actually makes it hard for him to find things that go well with them, however his hair does compliment them nicely seeing as his hair is a light brown. He wears his hair straight at all times, and doesn't have to mess with it to much to get it to look nice, however Dylan never really had cared what he looked like.

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Dylan is naturally an easy going guy, he doesn't find it hard to talk to most people, and he has always had a natural way of speaking to people. He mostly is the guy who will let people come talk to him instead of him going up to them, but if someone strikes up a conversation with him he will indeed talk back. Normally hes rather quiet, mostly liking to be on his own but if hes a little hyper he will open up and crack a few jokes.
Even though he can talk to others easily he has some issues with opening up to others, so to get to know him you really have to work at it because he doesn't like to talk to others and let them into his head.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Hes self conscious about the scar across his eye and if he gets a comment on it he will always run his hand through his hair and look away from the person who spoke about it
๑ lιĸeѕ :: • Music, • Animals, • Drawing, • Nature, • Reading, • Dark/Night
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: • Loud noises, • Screaming, • Spiders
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: • Trustworthy, • Great at guitar, • Good at drawing
๑ ғlαwѕ :: • Doesn't Open up Easily, • Somewhat Quiet
๑ ғeαrѕ :: • Spiders
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ ::

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๑ lovєя :: N/A
๑ вeтroтнed :: N/A
๑ ѕpoυѕe :: N/A
๑ ĸιɴ :: N/A

| | David Lee Baker | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: David Lee Baker
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Dave or just David
๑ αɢe :: 18
๑ ɢeɴder :: Male
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: May 1st
๑ occuραтioɴ ::
๑ sociαl clαss :: Lower Middle Class

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 5'9"
๑ weιɢнт :: 145 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: He has a massive cut on his left arm running from his wrist to his shoulder
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: His hair is Dark Brown and if its laying flat it reaches just about to his eyes
๑ eye coloυr :: a light blue grey
๑ вody тype :: Muscular but not to muscular, kinda medium build
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ ::

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: He has sleep issues, and sometimes he doesn't get to sleep at all
๑ lιĸeѕ :: • Music, • Drawing, • Night Time, • Horses
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: • Spiders, • Being told what to do, • Being forced into anything
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: • Can talk to people easily, • Trustworthy
๑ ғlαwѕ :: • Temper,
๑ ғeαrѕ :: • Spiders, • Super Loud Noises
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ ::

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๑ lovє ιɴterest :: N/A
๑ ѕpoυѕe :: N/A
๑ ĸιɴ :: N/A

[Black Sabbath]

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| | Aidan R. Sullivan| |
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๑ Aidan Roulette Sullivan's ::
๑ Aidan or Roulette::
๑ αɢe :: 17 and a half
๑ ɢeɴder :: male
๑ sexualιтy :: Pansexual with a preference for men.
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: April 23rd
๑ occuραтioɴ :: Merchants helper
๑ sociαl clαss :: Upper middle

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 6 foot 4 inches
๑ weιɢнт :: 132.4 pounds
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: his cloudy grey/blue eyes.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Cinammon brown, roughly five centimeters to about six and a half long in the front and shorter in the back.
๑ eye coloυr :: grey blue
๑ вody type :: A slightly athletic build with the average teenage scrawny air.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: {asdfhj; will finish soon.}

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๑ memoir :: {I'm trying to hurry so I may add it later.}
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: • He doesn't like it when something disturbs the sand at the bottom of streams, and usually waits on the bank before the water settles to clear once more.
• He believes very much so in werewolves, but finds vampire werewolves ridiculous
• he carries a holy water vial pendant his father gave him from a cathedral in Rome.
• doesn't like animal-oriented people who prefer animal to human company.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: • Guys
• Lesbians { for their straightforward and endearing attitudes, Aidan finds them to be the only women he can stand.}
• Rainy days; the smell before and after rain
• Gypsies
• Fairytales
• Cold red wine
• blue eyes
• mass groups of singing people
• Cloudy days
• Having crushes
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: • Very loud and busty blonde women
• Dogs
• Cats
• Horses
• men with potbellies and sideburns
• extremely tall or extremely short people.
• supposedly sweet girls who become flirtatious predators around men.
•Casanovas.
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: •Can sing very well, although he doesn't do ballads or church choir as his parents wished he would.
• Not very good with animals, but does acceptably well with people but men more so than women.
• Athletic, prefers a trip to the stream than horseback riding.
• Honest, and doesn't hesitate to voice his opinion lest it be rude or hurtful.
• He looks at other perspectives when someone is feeling melancholy, angry, or confused in order to help as much as possible.
• Occasionally houses a perverse state of mind with his male friends.
๑ ғlαwѕ :: Aidan has only one dimple, which agitates him very much, and he doesn't really like his unusually deep voice as well as his bad habit of judging people based on their looks, and voicing so to others before really getting to know whoever it is gained his hatred upon first sight. Aidan also has a bit of personality trouble, adjusting himself around other people to be more like who he assumes they like and has momentarily lost his focus of who he really is {cheesy, right? Sorry.}
๑ ғeαrѕ :: He has a fear of needles, strong winds, losing his brother or father, and breaking any bones.
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Man in the Box - Alice in Chains

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๑ lovєя :: getting
๑ ѕpoυѕe :: open
๑ ĸιɴ :: Father and younger, 13 year old brother named Sam.

[Black Sabbath]

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ { { ғυll, мιddle, lαѕт } } :: Jason Rachel Cornell
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe { { ɴιcĸɴαмe } } :: Her parents call her Rachel, but she prefers to go by Jason.
๑ αɢe :: 19
๑ ɢeɴder :: female
๑ sexualιтy :: lesbian
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: 18th of March

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 6 foot three inches
๑ weιɢнт :: 123 pounds
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: she stains her hair with red fabric dye for special performance occasions and naturally had white flaxen hair, very sleek short and reflective.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Very short extremely light blonde hair.
๑ eye coloυr :: very dark grey, almost black eyes, thick lashes and often uses a coal and blackberry mix to live her eyes in a makeshift sort of eyeliner.
๑ вody тype { { roвυѕт, αverαɢe, ѕcrαwɴy }} :: petite for normal, but she practices an trains hard in order to be stronger; more robust and usually without her makeup tends to be mistaken gender wise.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Jason has an over all low voice, not manly and far from feminine, she wears black raven earrings made out of burnt silver, a pendant with a blood red ruby and three black marbles hanging from a leather scrap fashioned like a belt or dog collar with copper studs lining the rim, filed down in order to prevent cuts even though she doesn't wear while she goes outside. Jason's eyes are dark grey with a usually intimidating look around them, and her hair is kept short an sleek for ease in her projects and exploring woodland around her mansion.

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Jason spends her free time to herself or in the city, hanging around the gypsy caravans and underground in old railroad routes to observe cage fights. Her other pastimes include observing dancers and auctioneers; both practices intrigue her although she feels slight envy to those who can dance. Blunt and straightforward, she isn't always honest and believes that the tough get going and keep going 24/7. Her favorite weather is snow or fresh cloudy spring days and warm afternoons. Never having been too fond of animals Jason travels mostly by foot, and had no close friends save for an old fat cat named Pinecone.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: • doesn't believe that men are superior to women
• Jason doesn't like to bathe nude and keeps her undergarments on in order to wash those as well.
• always envied people with blue eyes
• Jason knows how to read and write and spends a lot of her time at market marveling over trinkets
• somewhat of a pack rat
๑ lιĸeѕ :: • women
• blue and grey colors
• silk
• diamonds
• milk
• watching dancers, gypsies, and fire breathers
• old fat cats
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ ::
• dogs
• people with bad breath
• peas
• bible thumpers
• kings
• court officials
• being bossed around by snobby noble ladies
• flirtatious red light district women
• strong men who hate other men and act like womanizers
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: • fast, strong, and averagely clever
• sharp tongued
• charming and occasionally nice
• can usually relate to horses even though she cannot ride them and dislikes animals aside from cats.
• she is a self-trained intermediate chef
๑ ғlαwѕ ::
• a little too quick witted on occasion
• bad with speaking to men
• cannot leave a tavern sober
• cannot stay full for more than three hours
๑ ғeαrѕ :: • big burly men with beards and big hands
• homophobic people
• cougar type women
• two to five year old children
• being asked to hold someone's baby in case she drops it
•being yelled at
• jail
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Planet Caravan - Black Sabbath

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๑ lovє ιɴterest ::
๑ вeтroтнed :: --
๑ ѕpoυѕe :: --
๑ ĸιɴ :: --

[Make_a__Scene]

| |Allister Carlisle| |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ { { ғυll, мιddle, lαѕт } } ::
Allister Dalton Carlisle
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe { { ɴιcĸɴαмe } } ::
He gets called 'Al' by some of his tutors, but he hates it
๑ αɢe ::
20
๑ ɢeɴder ::
Male
๑ sexualιтy ::
Homosexual
๑ вιrтн dαтe ::
January 28th

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๑ нeιɢнт ::
6'1
๑ weιɢнт ::
145 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ ::
Allister has a line of strawberry-coloured freckles across his lower back.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн ::
His hair is short, not even to his browbone when wet, and jet black
๑ eye coloυr ::
Between blue and green; more of a teal
๑ вody тype { { roвυѕт, αverαɢe, ѕcrαwɴy }} ::
Allister is on the lanky side, especially for his height
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ ::
He is very feminine for a male, not exactly the best suitor for a lady. Allister is tall, lanky, and slightly awkward with his long limbs. He has a narrow chest as well as narrow shoulders. His facial features are stunningly sharp, with dark brows and high cheekbones. Even with his awkwardness, he's able to turn it into something graceful.

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::
Allister has always been a rebel. He enjoys pushing the limitations that are preset and breaking through social norms. Although that much is true, he doesn't have so much of a bleeding heart, and he does take advantage of his rank in society. He has the tendency to become irritated, especially when things don't go his way.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) ::
-Allister fell very ill as a child; it's how his parents explain his sickly feminine appearance
-He enjoys reading, but he absolutely hates writing and won't write more than four words
-He's never touched a shovel or anything else related to manual labour in his life
-Being dirty is not something he's fond of
-Secretly he wants to travel around the entire world
๑ lιĸeѕ ::
-Reading
-Boys
-Tamed animals
-His societal status
-Baths
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ ::
-Writing
-Women
-Feral animals
-Dirt
-When things don't go his way
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ::
He's able to keep calm in emergency situations
๑ ғlαwѕ ::
His temper tantrums
๑ ғeαrѕ ::
His list of fears is short, but mostly includes trivial things like losing his social rank
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ ::

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๑ lovєя ::
๑ вeтroтнed ::
๑ ѕpoυѕe ::
๑ ĸιɴ ::
Allister has a proper mother and father, but he has no siblings and has yet to be married off to have children

| | Bailey Courtney | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ { { ғυll, мιddle, lαѕт } } ::
Bailey Courtney
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe { { ɴιcĸɴαмe } } ::
He doesn't have a last name, so some people call him Bailey, and some people call him Courtney
๑ αɢe ::
16
๑ ɢeɴder ::
Male
๑ sexualιтy ::
Bisexual, but leans towards men
๑ вιrтн dαтe ::
June 12th
๑ occuραтioɴ ::
Cottar and blacksmith apprentice; he also has thieving tendencies
๑ sociαl clαss ::
Lower class

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๑ нeιɢнт ::
5'2
๑ weιɢнт ::
135 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ ::
His palms are hatched with scars, and he has a nice, long scar running down the outside of his right arm
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн ::
A deep brown or a light black, and too long for a boy
๑ eye coloυr ::
Golden brown; topaz
๑ вody тype { { roвυѕт, αverαɢe, ѕcrαwɴy }} ::
Bailey has worked in hard labour for all of his life, so he has toned muscles, but he's nowhere close to being a brick
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ ::
Bailey Courtney is very small, especially for a working boy, and he is often smaller than many of the women. Still, he is able to hold his own when he is working and has walked away looking better than some in small scuffles. Even though he works as a blacksmith apprentice, he can never seem to get his hands on a pair of shears to cut his hair to a proper length. His eyes are bright and a stark contrast to his dark hair and sun-kissed skin.

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::
Bailey is happy, go-lucky. Despite being an orphan and no more than a serf, he always wears the widest smile a human can manage. He has a sharp wit and cleverness that can make him dangerous to merchants and gamblers alike. Even though he steals things sometimes, he is a hard worker and wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't have an occupation. He has a strong set of patience and a cool temper. He's strong, not only in physical power, but also willpower.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) ::
-He can't read or write, but he's the perfect hopeless romantic
-He has a touch of kleptomania
-Bailey hates the colour of his eyes
-He's never owned his own horse, but he has stolen a couple
๑ lιĸeѕ ::
-Getting dirty
-His apprenticeship
-Animals
-Sweets
-Life
-Staring at the sky
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ ::
-Very few things
-Being looked down upon
-When people are treated poorly in general
-Coffee
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ::
Bailey's biggest strength is that he is generally without fear
๑ ғlαwѕ ::
He knows his place, but he doesn't like staying there
๑ ғeαrѕ ::
Thunder and lightning storms
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ ::
Catholic Knees -- Taking Back Sunday

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๑ lovє ιɴterest ::
๑ ѕpoυѕe ::
๑ ĸιɴ ::
All family is deceased

[A. Ham]

| | Stephanie Rose Hudson | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Stephanie Rose Hudson
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Steph
๑ αɢe :: 18
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight, but is not bothered with trying new things.
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: April 2

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๑ нeιɢнт :: Five feet, five inches.
๑ weιɢнт :: One hundred twenty pounds
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: She has a small scar above her eye from when she was little and her Dad's dog attacked her. She also has a larger scar, only medium size scar though, from when she stepped on a seashell at the beach.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн ::A very bright blonde and it goes just between her shoulders on the back and it just below her shoulders in the front.
๑ eye coloυr :: An ocean blue, the kind you think of when you think of the perfect beach.
๑ вody тype :: Despite her rather short frame, she has lots of muscle. This is due to the fact that she often played with the boys as a child
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Even though Steph is rather on the short side and slender, does not mean you should pick on her. In that small body she has, there is a lot built in there. Even if it does not look like it, her entire body is just about muscle. Her legs are shaped of that of a ballerina's. Her arms appear to be nothing my skin and bones, but when she flexes her muscles, they just up, and notable. Her skin is a very pale shade, and this causes many things to to stick out on her body. She has small freckles randomly showing up on her body, not really in one certain part in her body. Both her toes and her fingers are rather long. Many people call her toes that of something of a monkey's. Her face is framed by her longer blonde hair, something she takes good care of. She hates it to be messy or anything of that sort. Her true blue eyes are surrounded by her long, movie star length, lashes. All of which was natural. Her lips, like the rest of her skin, are very pale. Something she is quite okay with.

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๑ memoir { { history; optional } } ::
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Steph as three very distinctive, different personalities, and it all depends on who you are on what you get. Most people get something distant, spacey even. She doesn't like to deal with people, so this is her way of avoiding it. If you ask her a question, you will get a blunt, straightforward answer. Then, she will leave. The other, which she uses a lot around annoying girls, is her mean side. You won't get anything out of her, except mean looks and some rather rude language. If you can stay away from this, you should. She can put a great beating on a person if she wants to. Her last one is a rather rare, and seen only by a few people. It is seen by most of her friends, always boys. She is a sweetheart when she is like this. If you ask her to break her back for you, she will. Her moods change almost instantly when she seems someone that belongs in one of her 'categories.' Around most adults, she is rather rebellious. Of course, never in a direct way. Never has she been beaten, because she does it the right way. Whatever she does, it is always a little thing that will annoy people to no end. It always looks like it was the servants, as well. Not the ones of hers that she likes, either her parent's or the ones she hates. She's sneaky when she doesn't like you, so be careful around her.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Steph has always been one of the boys. She never liked hanging out the girls her age. Which was good, because the only people that her parents thought were suitable to play with, were the boys living around her.
๑ lιĸeѕ ::

Being alone
Not being told what to do
Doing her own thing
Dark Places
Boys that treat her as an equal
Thinking
Breaking the rules

๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ ::

Having to interact with people
Being told what to do
Places with an obnoxious amounts of lights
Being treated like the scum on the bottom's of people's feet
Being lied to
The idea of an arranged marriage

๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ::

Strong Will
Intelligence
Strength
Ability to do things on her own

๑ ғlαwѕ ::
Not being able to listen
Getting in her own way
Talking way too much when she does
Not talking often
Unable to open up to people for a long time
๑ ғeαrѕ ::

Spiders
Women Beaters
Lots of People
Freezing Up
Making a Fool of Herself
Falling in Love

๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Love's a B*tch - Quiet Riot

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๑ lovєя ::
๑ вeтroтнed ::
๑ ѕpoυѕe ::
๑ ĸιɴ ::

{{Done with my noble, working on my other.}}

[thorne.]

| | Cameron Helms | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Charles Cameron Helms
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Cameron
๑ αɢe :: Nineteen
๑ ɢeɴder :: Male
๑ sexualιтy :: Pansexual
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: September 12th

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 6'0
๑ weιɢнт :: 155 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: He many smaller scars all along his arms from various things he did in the past. He also has an almost invisible birthmark on his right cheek.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: It's quite simple actually. Brown, just brown, nothing mixed into it what so ever.
๑ eye coloυr :: Green with a bit of brown. Some would call it hazel.
๑ вody тype :: He's build broad, but he's more lean. So average?
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Cameron is really just an average guy. He has dark brown hair that is always naturally messy. It tends to grow out faster than normal, so he constantly gets it cut. His eyes are mostly a mint green but it's mixed with many rings of light brown, mostly when it's close to the pupil. He has firm muscles, mostly on his arms and legs, but isn't bulky. His skin is lightly tanned from being outside so much. He can easily loose the color though.

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๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Cameron has very laid-back and easygoing nature. It takes a lot to rally him up since he has an iron grip on his temper. Pushing things to the limit, he's a risk taker, no matter the consequences. Bold and stupidly reckless, he always rushes into everything without think first. He acts more on instincts than anything else. He has stubborn determination that wouldn't wither. Being a bit of a slacker, he tends to be lazy and procrastinate on certain things he doesn't like, not so much the important stuff. When he doesn't slack off, Cameron can be much of a perfectionist with his work. He keeps on going, no matter what, to get the job done. Some would say that he doesn't know the meaning of "giving up". Using his charms, he can sweet talk his way out of anything if he really wanted to. He can never hide is emotion or lie, even to save his life. Even if he wants to hide his feelings, it only takes one look into his eyes to see how he really feels. In some situations, he can try his hardest but the results are always the same.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Cameron loves an adventure and would always grab a opportunity if he sees one. His favorite thing to do in his spare time is either go horseback riding or read.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: Adventures, food, sweets, rain, reading, music, swimming, animals, horses.
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: Spiders, liars and serious people.
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: Reliable, independent, loyal, courageous, candid, and determined.
๑ ғlαwѕ :: Stubborn, prideful, childish, and laziness.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Death and spiders.
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Anberlin - Soft Skeletons

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๑ lovєя ::
๑ вeтroтнed ::
๑ ѕpoυѕe ::
๑ ĸιɴ :: He has two younger siblings.

| | Alexa Bryce | |

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๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Alexandria Caroline Bryce
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Alexa
๑ αɢe :: Seventeen
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female
๑ sexualιтy :: Bisexual
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: December 1st
๑ occuραтioɴ :: Clothier
๑ sociαl clαss :: Upper middle class

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 5'5
๑ weιɢнт :: 110 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: You don't see many scars on her unless you look at her legs. There is a large scar on the back of her thigh from a past accident.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: It's simply brown, nothing else to it.
๑ eye coloυr :: Chocolate brown
๑ вody тype :: A bit scrawny, but more or less average.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Alexa is more on the petite side. She's lean and doesn't have very many curves to fit into. Her hair is a dark brown that cascades down her back. It lights up more reddish brown when it's exposed in the sun. Her hair is naturally wavy and would fizz a bit in the rain. Her skin tone is a peach color that doesn't darken very easily. She has dark chocolate brown eyes that is a few shades darker than her hair. In Alexa's opinion, it's extremely boring. Most of her muscles are in her legs, hence why she is such a fast runner, and she has virtually no upper body strength. With a pointed nose and medium-sized lips, she has a youthful look always seems a year or two younger than she really is.

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๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Alexa is a sweetheart. She’s usually a kind, reliable person. She’s open-minded and doesn’t judge or hate on anyone unless they do something wrong in her head. Being the very intelligent, she is very observant and can pick up on people's moods or when they are lying easier then others. She is clever and can use anything to her advantage. This is an outdoors kind of girl and she isn't afraid to get her hands dirtied. She isn't one of those people who pays attention to their appearance. It's quite the opposite actually, she couldn't care less about it. In her opinion, what's on the inside should be more important than what's on the outside. It might be because she can be quite clumsy at times. But when she is nervous, this girl is a total klutz. Her actions are completely obvious, complete with clumsiness and word stumbling. She can be shy and timid when she just met a person or with stranger, usually acting very closed off and guarded.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Alexa simply adores writing, mostly poetry. She has a love for nature and doesn't like staying indoors for a very long period of time. And she likes the color violet.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: Nature, peacefulness, animals, violet, games, and children.
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: Mean people, storms, snakes
๑ ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: Caring, open-minded, reliable, and clever.
๑ ғlαwѕ :: Timid, naive, and clumsy.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Lightning, snakes, the dark, and being alone.
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Ellie Goulding - The Writer

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๑ lovє ιɴterest ::
๑ ѕpoυѕe ::
๑ ĸιɴ :: None

[Typical Aquarius]

Betrothals have been posted under the list of characters! These are the people you will be marrying. After Cyd posts her intro post, y'all may start writing IF YOUR FORMS ARE FINISHED!

Currently, we only want intros for our nobles. They are on their way to a church in the central manor, where the betrothals will be announced and all the couples married. I want no more than one intro post, and after everyone has done that, I will post with the matchmaker naming the pairs and starting the marriage ceremony (;

[Typical Aquarius]

Here is the intro, so that you have setting and such:

When the call came for the matchmaker women of the 10 manors to make the decision of who the young nobles would marry, all of them were ecstatic. Rushing to meet in the biggest of the manors, they put their heads together, recalling all the facts they could about the children, and scheming about who would be best matched with who. As days drew by, they finally came to a decision, and sent the call for the young adults and their families to meet them at the church in the town center.

All betrothals and marriages were traditionally held in a huge, ornate church. Despite the more meager wealth of the country nobles, the church was bedecked in gold, shimmering in the morning light. A great stone structure, the stone gleamed with a beauty all it's own as the gold doors were swung open, casting a glare on the cobblestone streets. Inside was more magnificent than outside. Stained glass windows lined the walls, and ornate paintings covered the ceilings. A figure of the crucified Christ hung over a huge, imposing altar, where a golden cross took center stage on the white marble slab. To the left side of the altar was a pulpit, wrought iron covered in gold paint, that could easily see over the wooden pews framing the aisle way, and to the back of the church.

There, below the pulpit, stood a gaggle of matchmakers, all eyeing the doors nervously as the weight of what they had decided finally settled in. Here, they were part of living history, part of an event that could change the world for good or for ill, and influence countless generations for time out of mind. Apart from the group of women stood an old, wrinkled, bent over crone, resting on a staff of wood as she eyed the door with her one good eye. Her clothes were dirty and ill- fitting, her hair matted and stringy around her face, but all that addressed her referred to her in a respectful tone. SIlently, though, she waited, much as she had years before, for the young nobles to come meet their fates.

[Cydnezz]

¤|¤|¤ Cyd ¤|¤|¤

Cyd slowly opened her eyes as she heard the slats of their wooden floor creaking from the servants quietly moving around her room. She took a small breath, which brought the cringe of pain she was hoping to avoid. Her father hadn't missed a single blow in the beating that she had gotten last night, that was for sure. She growled in frustration and pulled her dog close to her, burying her face in her dogs fur. She rolled over onto her stomach and stretched out as much as she could. She would miss her servants around the house, though she saw most of them as equals, especially the women who had been like her mothers. They always knew how to tend to her wounds, and had gotten very used to them doing so. Sure enough it was only moments before one of them was laying a hot damp rag across her thoroughly whipped back. She closed her eyes as she bit back a whimper, knowing that it was best to just let them take care of her.

She woke a few hours later, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with a groan. She didn't usually pass out on them like that, but was certainly glad that she had. She ran her fingers through her pups fur before pushing herself up on her arms. They quivered from the strain after such a severe beating and she quickly sat the rest of the way up before she dropped onto her back. Her skin pulled tight across her body, pulling at the whelps and scabs that were fresh on her body. She growled angrily and pushed herself out of bed to go look at her bare body in the mirror. She hadn't been beaten this badly in quite a long time, but since today was the day she'd leave for her new home, most of it was meant to inflict pain without severe or lasting damage. She scowled at her marred reflection, and cursed her father. She felt like he had no claim to her, but what did it matter? He still had control and she was to badly beaten to fight him again.

She tuned away from the mirror in disgust, only to be assaulted by the image of a pristine wedding dress hanging by her wardrobe. It was identical to the one she had burned the night before. She set her jaw and went to snatch it off the hanger just as the door cracked open. Her breath hitched in her throat as she waited to see who was entering. A deep sigh of relief swept out of her, but only briefly. She had been so glad to see one of the young girls coming in to help with her, but then she caught sight of how badly beaten she too had been. Guilt swept through her. She didn't even have to ask. She knew her father had beaten her as well for not protecting the dress.

Her body went numb as her blood settled in her veins. She hung her head and the anger washed away. She couldn't fight it this time, not if he was going to punish the servants for her. Tears pricked at her eyes, though she quickly wiped them away. She sniffed back her tears and threw her arms delicately around the girl. She planted a kiss of apology on her cheek before picking up the dress and starting to pull it on by herself. She didn't want to be wearing the dress, but if that was all it took to protect the girl not yet old enough to be married herself, then that's what she had to do.

She snarled as her father walked right into her room and she put herself between him and the girl. She wouldn't let him lay another hand on the girl for actions not her own. Her father grabbed her wrist and pulled it up in front of her face, causing her to notice the new addition of little silver rings sewn into the seam. Before she could even ask he snapped his fingers and the girl scurried up beside them. She laced Cyds wrists together tightly, before dashing out of the room, sending an apologetic glance to Cyd before disappearing. The shock that stunned her by the new additional bit of control left her dazed for quite some time, making it much easier to get her loaded into the carriage than she would have liked.

Her father jerked her back to reality as he grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her forward. He quickly reiterated that her obedience was being demanded, and that he wouldn't hesitate to beat her, even in front of the highly respected matchmaker. She pulled free as best as she could and commenced to trying to flee the carriage, but all that resulted with was her ankle being grabbed harshly. His hand found its way up her dress and he grabbed the tender flesh of her thigh. He pinched as hard as he could and twisted until he was rewarded with a shriek which was followed by a growl, and then a whimper. Cyd finally hung her head in defeat and went limp, silently acknowledging that today, she'd be married off, one way or another.

She barely kept her eyes open as her father quite literally dragged her into the church. This was her ninth or tenth time being here, and the place had long since lost its marvel to her. She sighed and kept her eyes on the floor, even as she continued to fight hopelessly against her father. They both knew he had her in a place that she couldn't run from this time, and he was basking in the rays, while she was combusting. She finally found herself being thrown into the all to familiar chairs. She curled into hers and rested her chin on her knees, trying to ignore the upcoming matching.

[Typical Aquarius]

Cady Maureen Trivion || 17 || bisexual || female

Bright morning sun woke the pretty redhead as she rolled over in her sleep, the light slanting across her eyes. As she slowly woke, she groaned in protest, flinging her arm over her face and snuggling deeper into the pillows. With a start, she sat bolt upright, forgetting about the annoying ray of sun, and flinging herself out of the bed. "Morgan!" she called, her voice almost frantic as she scurried about her room, finding her wash basin empty and no breakfast on her table. "Morgan, get in here!" With a bang, the door flew open, and a hassled maid came in, a dress draped over her arm and breakfast on a try on the other hand. The girl, mute since birth, merely raised her eyebrows at the woman in front of her, and put breakfast on the table. WIth a strangled scream, Cady dove at the food, scarfing down bits of toast and fruit as her maid started to pour heated water into the awaiting bath.

Cady quickly bathed, taking a minute to let her maid wash her hair with lavender scented soap, and then washing herself with the same bar before toweling off and sitting down, letting Morgan towel her hair dry and start a complicated hair style that included braids and curls and volumes of hair pins. Finally done, Morgan helped Cady slip into a dark blue silk dress, lace trailing at the bottom and the ends of the sleeves as it fell against her graceful curves. Walking out into the hall after slipping into heels, Cady met her father in the hallway, andq as rewarded with a look that made her feel like the most special girl in the world. "You look beautiful, darling girl," he told her as he kissed her forehead, leading her to the carriage that her mother was already sitting in. As the carriage rumbled down the drive, dust flying from beneath the horse's hooves, Cady became more and more nervous, her stomach heaving as she started to regret her breakfast.

What if I'm not good enough? she thought to herself, tucking a stray piece of strawberry- blonde hair behind her ear.I want so badly to be a good mother, wife, daughter in law... what happens if I'm not good enough? The carriage stopped as those thoughts rolled through her head, and her father helped her step out of the coach. Her breath caught at the beauty of the church as she stepped inside, catching again as she saw the beauty of the inside of the building. She shrunk back, a little intimidated, and scared by the old woman standing at the front of the church. With her father all but pushing her forward, she walked to the front row and perched daintily at the end of the pew, awaiting the others. As she waited, she took notice of the other girl sitting in the church, her head down and her arms awkwardly placed in front of her, across her lap. Cady realized, with a start, that her arms were laced together snugly. Oh my, she though, even her mental voice slightly scared and disapproving. She is certainly going to be a handful.


James (Jamie) Abel Madison || 20 || bisexual || male

Jamie, unlike the few others that would be coming from a decent time away, did not have a rushed or early morning. He woke in a leisurely fashion, slowly waking as his manservant shook his shoulder. "Wake up, Master James," the man called softly, pulled away as he saw the young lord's eyes open. "It is time to get ready for the wedding ceremony. I have breakfast and a bath waiting for you, as you please." With that, the man drew away, going to brush lint off the jacket that Jamie would soon don. Languidly stretching, the handsome young brunette got out of bed, eating a hearty breakfast before stripping and stepping into his bath.

After his bath, the young man dressed quickly, without any help from Marco, his manservant. "Tell my father I am leaving, and will meet him at the church," the young man commanded, something close to a sneer in his voice. It had never been said that Jamie was nice to his servants, nor would it probly ever be. Throwing on perfectly polished boots, Jamie walked out of his house, and simply across the square to the church. The grandeur of the building didn't even phase him as he threw his jacket at one of the men standing by the door and mounted the steps into the sanctuary. Looking around, he could already see that not many of the girls were here, and he was rather disappointed. He knew who he wanted to be matched with: either Chennowith Leon, or Stephanie Hudson, both pretty girls, even if they did need a bit of polishing. Instead, he was disappointed to notice only the quiet and seemingly stupid Cady, who shot a smile his way, and Cyd Arufa, a rebellious woman who he had not a little distaste for. She had often stayed at his house as they had gotten older, after being rejected by one suitor after another. Looking closely, he saw that her wrists were, in effect, bound. "Aha, they finally got the good sense to tie you up, did they, Cyd? Now if you'd only keep your mouth shut and your skirt down, they might actually marry you off this time," he said with some distaste, sitting a couple rows in front of her.