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.:Bianca-Rae Victoria Karhunen:. .:17:. .:Crush:. .:σвѕєѕѕινє ❤:.


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Name:: My name is Bianca-Rae Victoria Karhunen. Call me Bee.
Gender:: I'm a girl.
Body Modifications:: I have a Squirtle tattoo on my hip.
Height:: I'm 5'9, kinda on the tall side. I think?
Weight:: I weigh about 135 pounds. Not completely sure, though. I don't wanna know.

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History:: I was born in Toronto. Which is in Ontario, and Ontario is in Canada. Of course, my family wasn't rich at all so we had to settle living in a trailer in the outskirts. It sucked, of course. I was too young to remember anything, thank goodness. My dad would go work everyday and never spend time with me while my mom was a stay-at-home mother and spent too much time with me, Eventually, my family was sick of living in a trailer with barely any money so we moved to a small town in Alberta. It was Red Deer. It was still expensive there, and I have no clue how we even made the trip there, mom never told me. Anyhow, when we moved to Red Deer dad got a job like, right away, and we moved into a small apartment. They finally found happiness. We were a happy family for once. But for some reason, as the months passed, my dad would get more and more controlling of my mom. He'd slap, kick, punch, push, anything to make her listen. He'd yell at her until he'd lose his voice. It was an abusive relationship. When I was two years old, my dad literally went insane; he bought a gun. Guess what happened? Or do you even wanna know? Well, anyways, he bought a gun and it was about eight 'o clock. I was ready to go to bed and it was a couple weeks before my birthday. Obviously, I wanted a goodnight kiss by dad and mom just like a normal kid. Well, I didn't. I heard screams, so as a little kid, I got curious. I think everyone would though. And yeah, when I walk into the kitchen, all I see is my dad pointing a gun at my mom's head, in a headlock position. She was crying and yelling, telling me to leave. My dad, his face expression; it scarred me for life. I don't even wanna go in details about it. He yelled, "Bee, if you call the cops; I'll kill your mother, you, and me. Don't do it." Those last words, oh god. At that time I was Catholic; I was secretly saying a prayer in my mind. After about thirty seconds after he said those words, he said, "I'm sorry Bianca. I love you." Bam. Mom fell on the ground. Blood splattered everywhere.
I fell to the ground, crying. I couldn't look up at that demon that killed my mother. Then I heard another bam. I didn't understand. I looked up and saw my FATHER tumble to the ground, ontop mom's dead corpse. More blood splattered everywhere. That moment, I.. I don't wanna explain how I screamed after that. I stood up and sprinted to the phone. I called 911 as fast as I could. I sobbed, I cried..For weeks.. It seemed like it'd never end. Nothing helped. I had nightmares for weeks, months, even. A couple weeks after that I was adopted by this couple. I didn't like them right away. They already had a daughter, and she was the snobbiest little kid I ever met. They were millionaires because they won the lottery. And this meant that everyone thought I was a 'rich' kid and everyone was jealous of me, so I had no friends. I wasn't a rich kid though. No one should've been jealous of me. I was still scared at that moment. Scared of everything. Scared of death.
Years passed by, and everything got better and better until a couple years back. My 'parents' spent ALL their money. They went in debt and were forced to sell the house. So, we moved in a small apartment. Except this meant that I had to share a room with my sister.. Urgh. We had no choice, though. We were still spoiled but our 'parents' couldn't even AFFORD it. Such retards.. They went in big debt, in like, the millions. I had to develop a huge crush on my best friend at that time though; so one time she came over to my place. We decided to have a party that night. I was dating Devon at that time. I didn't think I was bisexual, though. I thought I was straight. That night.. We were a couple of friends playing 'Truth or Dare'. We decided to play Minutes in heaven.. But the whole night. You know, truth or dare gets boring easily. So, I got paired up with my best friend, of course. Had to happen; get paired with my crush. So, we went in the bedroom and..did it. The next morning we woke up and panicked, whatever. All that. We puked and stuff. We had such a huge hangover. Me and Devon then broke up once he knew I hooked up with my best friend.
My best friend had to move a week later. I completely lost it. I was hurt so bad; another thing close taken away. We usually text and stuff, and a couple of months ago my parents kicked me out when they found out I was bisexual. I moved in with her.. I admit sometimes we get a little..deep. But of course, what do you expect when two girls that aren't straight move in together? Now she has a girlfriend, though.. So I'm left out. I'm useless. I just don't involve myself with her anymore.
Personality:: My mind can switch moods just like that; I can be cranky, the next minute happy. Blame my bipolarness. Is that even a word? Anyhow, I'm pretty shy, but people say I'm outgoing. I'm actually really not. I NEVER approach anyone. Like, imagine in class, the teacher forgot to pass me a paper he passed everyone else, I'll ask someone else to ask him to give me one. Yeah, that bad. I'm just so awkward.. It doesn't help with my accent. I also love to argue, which makes me annoying most of the time. I'm really anti-social. I'd rather stay home and play video games with a friend or two than go to a restaurant with the same number of friends and talk. I rather find it quality over quantity for friends. I don't care about popularity. For some reason this made me popular at one point of my life.. I honestly don't care though. I'm a really hyper and crazy person once you're my friend and we know each other. I'll just randomly hug you and stuff.. Which also adds to me being annoying.
I'm really stubborn and cocky; I won't back down from a fight or challenge even if I know I won't win or I'll get hurt. It's just the way I am. No one can convince me when I set my mind to something. But, I do think before I act. Atleast I do that. I guess that makes me friendly, though I'm socially awkward and stuff. I'm like a mirror. If someone gives me respect, I'll give them respect back. It's just fair. I'm not judgmental at all. I don't judge anyone. I only judge them if they're asking for it; shove your butt in my face? Obviously.. Be a snobby little female dog? Obviously. I hate snobs.. But that's another story.
Diseases:: I'm bipolar.
Hometown:: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Birthday:: I was born April 12th.

му ѕσ¢ιαℓ ℓιfє

Orientation:: I'm bisexual.
Crush:: Elijah. Shut up about it, okay?!
Exes:: Devon. Don't make me think of him, please.
Status:: Single. Everyone hates me now, so I'll probably be single for a long time.

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Hobbies:: I always draw and play video games. I love to draw fictional human or elf characters. And for video games, I love all of them. Except for the sport ones..
Likes:: I like cookies, lots of stuff. I like Skyrim, or all video games altogether.. I really lik Shaiya, I used to play it anyways.. I like RPG games on both internet and video game consoles. I love pokemon.. I like Anime and Manga! I usually watch Yuri too, only if it's romantic.. Don't tell anyone that. People think it's disturbing.
Obsession:: I admit, I have an obsession with Elijah. I'm ashamed of it.
Dislikes:: I dislike most people. They all judge. Most, anyways.
Fears:: I'm terrified of spiders, bugs, butterflies, balloons, I'm claustrophobic and I'm scared of pools or lakes.. I'm a little scaredy cat. Oh, that reminds me, I'm scared of cats.

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Pets:: I have a pet snake named Scales. He's a Corn snake.
Cellphone:: I have a stupid phone. The LG Rumor 2.
"My pokemon brings all the nerds to the yard, and they're like you wanna trade cards? Darn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my charizard."
Okay, I know, that was super cheesy.

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.:Anthony Marvin Picard:. .:18:. .:Crushed:. .:σвѕєѕѕινє ❤:.


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Name:: My name is Anthony Marvin Picard. Call me Ant, though.
Gender:: I'm a guy. Is this a trick question?
Body Modifications:: Nope.
Height:: I'm 5'11.
Weight:: About 150 pounds.

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History:: Simple enough. Doesn't have to be a sob story if you don't want it to.
Personality:: These can be pretty hard to do, or atleast I find it difficult. Doesn't have to be TOO long.
Diseases:: Nah, I got none.
Hometown:: I was born in New York.
Birthday:: My birthday is October 24th.

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Orientation:: I act like I'm straight, but I'm actually bisexual.
Crush:: Nope.
Exes:: Carli. That's it, I guess.
Status:: Single.

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Hobbies:: I usually just spend my days playing on my drums. Practicing for the future, you know?
Likes:: I like..lots of stuff. I honestly don't know, I guess I like playing drums, hanging out with friends, partying? I can't think of anything right now.
Obsession:: Meh. I don't think I have an obsession.
Dislikes:: I dislike stalkers. Well, people that seem like stalkers or perverts. It creeps me out. I hate people that are rude, it makes my skin boil.
Fears:: I'm terrified of rodents.

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Pets:: I have a Chihuahua named Nachos. Yep, I'm being serious.
Cellphone:: I have a Blackberry.
"I liek Mudkipz."

[Minimetoo]

    .:Elihja Brea Bradley:. .:16:. .:Crushed:. .:Minimetoo:.


    pυвlιc ιnғorмaтιon

    Name:: Elijah Bradley; "Ellie"
    Gender:: Girl.
    Body Modifications:: She has LOVE and HATE tattooed on her wrists.
    Height:: Five feet two.
    Weight:: 100

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    History:: For being the eccentric and flamboyant girl she is, you'd never guess that the girl had the tumultuous past that she does. For as long as she can remember, Elijah has been hopping from foster parent to foster parent. She's been all over the States until she finally landed herself a pretty solid family. She has two new brothers just about as crazy as her and two goofy parents that love to be involved in her life.
    Personality:: Silly, childish, sometimes a bit boisterous, but Elijah is a real sweet heart. She can get a little rough sometimes though, going from punching her brothers silly to hopping on random strangers and demanding a piggy back ride.
    Diseases:: None at all.
    Hometown:: She doesn't have a clue. Her earliest home was in a small town in Michigan though.
    Birthday:: January 21st

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    Orientation:: Seemingly straight.
    Crush:: Nopenopenope.
    Exes:: She's had a lot. None important enough to name.
    Status:: Single

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    Hobbies:: Skateboarding, writing, drawing.
    Likes:: Beating up boys, bubble gum, guys with flippy hair, and foreign candy.
    Obsession:: She loves being violent, oddly enough.
    Dislikes:: Moving, spiders, and excessive facial piercings.
    Fears:: Elijah has no fears. Or at least that's what she's telling everybody nowadays.

    I'll be the question if you'll be the answer~

    .:Christopher Alexander Tiempo:. .:17:. .:Crush:. .:Minimetoo:.


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    Name:: Christopher Tiempo; "Chris"
    Gender:: Boy. :3
    Body Modifications:: Two silver loop earrings. He used to have snakebites, but not anymore.
    Height:: Six feet two inches
    Weight:: 185

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    History:: Chrissy was always a normal boy living a normal life. He has two baby twin sisters, Audrey and Allison, and a loving mother named Amber. Cancer took his father away, leaving him as the "man of the house" when he was only ten years old. He's lived up to the name, or at least tried to, for the past seven years and has never stopped taking care of the three girls in his life. For this reason, he's never had any lasting relationship. He's a cutie, a musician, and he lives to sing more than anything. He's a flirt for all the wrong reasons. He isn't afraid of openly hitting on the male population either.
    Personality:: This bad boy is, like I said earlier, a flirt. He's playful, cocky, and loves a good challenge. When things don't go his way, he tends to go soft and submissive. All in all, Chris is a teddy bear. A coquettish, fun-loving teddy bear.
    Diseases:: Besides his slight fear of cars, he's clear.
    Hometown:: Chicago, Illinois.
    Birthday:: November 18th

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    Orientation:: Bisexual
    Crush:: None yet.
    Exes:: A girl named Caroline Adams. She isn't the nicest person in the world.
    Status:: Single.

    яαи∂σм ѕтυff

    Hobbies:: Playing the guitar, singing, playing baseball with his little sisters.
    Likes:: The color green, dogs, cold pizza, Monster energy drinks, and indie music.
    Dislikes:: Cars, fakes, and the color pink.
    Fears:: Cars, failing his family, being alone, and rejection.

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    Pets:: Beck, and Molly, his pound puppy.
    Cellphone:: iPhone 4
    Oh, Love, I know I am ugly, but please won't you love me?

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Bianca gasped when she suddenly heard the pestering sounds from her alarm clock. Her forehead was clammy and sweaty. Bee opened her eyes, and almost immediately felt the exhaustion she had from last night come back. She didn't feel like getting up at all. Biance-Rae had only had a couple of hours of sleep last night; because she had a nightmare. A horrible nightmare, that seemed so realistic. She wasn't sure if it was reality or just a dream; she hoped it was the second option, though. Bee sat up on her bed and pressed the OFF button on her alarm clock gently. She had a huge migraine; it felt like her head was pounding. As if she had a hangover, which she hadn't drank alcohol last night so it was impossible. Bianca stretched her arms and legs, so she felt like she could actually move. She then hopped off her bed. Bianca then heard Alex, her roommate, say, Bee, get up! You'll be later for school! Bee groaned, then yelled back, "I know, okay?! Leave me alone, will you?!" You could tell just by the way she talked, Bee woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Bee walked into the bathroom and immediately washed her face, so it wouldn't be all sweaty and sticky and just disgusting. She dried her face, then applied her moisturizer. Bianca then grabbed a comb and brushed her hair, taking out all the knots. Although her hair normally had usually no knots, there were only a couple this time, probably because of her tossing and turning in the bed all night.

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Anthony had his dream interrupted by the sound of his mother talking. Hey, son, wake up! He groaned. It was a perfect dream; of course it had to get interrupted by school. Ant hated school with a passion. There was no point; he wanted to be in a band after he was done. Not something like a scientist, a teacher, a CEO or something like that. The only useful class of his was music/band. Nothing else. All of the other ones were useless for his future; plus, he was forced to go. This angered him. But then, if he didn't go, he'd have to stay at the school for EVEN longer. And that would suck, so Ant gave his 100% to those useless classes. Anthony sat up on his bed, and his mother walked in his room. You'll be late soon, so hurry up. Oh, and by the way, you'll have to cook supper tonight for your brothers. I have a meeting tonight, so make sure you don't forget. He rolled his eyes, then nodded. "Fine.." He stood up and walked up to his walk-in-closet. He opened the door, still half-asleep, then just picked random clothes, not even caring. He never cared of what he wore. As long as it kept him warm, and covered his body, he was fine. He put on the belt, jeans and shirt. Then Ant walked in the bathroom and brushed his hair with a comb. He made sure it was placed right.

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"Ellie! Ellie Ellie Ellie Ellie!" Mark jumped on his sister's bed again and again, but she was unresponsive as usual. "Elijah, don't make me lick you." He crooned, sticking his tongue out of his pierced lips. "Get off me, doofus. I'll punch your lights out, so help me I will." The petite girl growled from under her blanket. Still her brother straddled her, wearing his usually goofy smirk. It was cute when they were all hanging out and having fun. Not while she was trying to sleep. Elijah sat up and kicked him off her bed, proceeding to whack him continuously with a pillow until he finally submitted like the little boy he was. "Get ready! You have to drive me to school." She gave him one last hit before he scurried off in nothing but his boxers. "Dork." The girl stretched up her arms, letting out a lion yawn as she begrudgingly slipped out of bed. It was time to start the day, but she was still exhausted from the crash of all the sodas her brothers had dared her to drink. She was small, cute, fun-sized, but she was just another guy to them, and she was fine with being considered so. Making her way to the bathroom, Ellie knocked on each of the doors as she passed until she finally slipped inside one and when to brushing her teeth. She sat on the counter, rubbing her teeth with her finger. The satisfying squeak that came from the action was enough to get her to smile. Her second brother Jerome walked in, picked her up, then set her on the ground like she was nothing but a stuffed animal. Ellie petulantly tossed her toothbrush at him and reached over, grabbing her brush so she could fix her already straight hair.
"El, Mark's already in the car waiting. What's taking you?" Jerome's deep voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Elijah darted down the stairs, taking the steps by two. She slung her black backpack over her shoulder and brushed past Jerome, sticking her tongue out as she looked over her shoulder at him. "What's taking you?" She countered before hurrying out to the car and hopping in shotgun. Jerome raked his hands through his wavy hair, muttering profanities as he followed after her and got in the backseat.



It was a long walk to school, but Christopher enjoyed it. Every morning he would wake up just before the sun did, make his sisters breakfast, walk them to daycare, then head on to school right on time. He had his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his guitar on the other. His hair haloed his face with only his green eyes peeking through. Today was going to be fun. School was always fun for him. He wasn't a straight A student. He preferred being a B student because it stood for "best". Plus it didn't require much effort, and Chris still needed to focus on his music if he ever wanted to get noticed. He was more a singer than a guitarist, but was still good at the latter. Been playing for seven solid years, and was in a choir singing before he even knew how to talk. Chris crossed the lawn of the school and jumped up onto a bench, watching the people pass with a grin. Okay, maybe he was a bit "out there" sometimes. But he had to amuse his little sisters all the time. Why wouldn't he be a little eccentric? It didn't matter much though. He was a cutie, and he knew it. Oh, by the all-knowing grin on his face, he knew it.

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Bianca put the comb back in the cabinet and walked into the kitchen. She sat down at the dinner table. Alex, her roommate, was talking to her girlfriend. Alex then glanced at Bianca and threw her a pop-tart for breakfast. Bee wolfed it down. It was cold; which wasn't very good, but it still filled her up. Bee then got up and walked towards the front door. She put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and walked out. Bianca-Rae slammed the door behind her and began walking to school. Another simple day; how boring. She was crossing her fingers that Mr. Jones won't pair up everyone in the class for that project; whatever it was. Because, all of her classmates, hated her. Or in her eyes they hated her. Bee wasn't sure, but she was sure that they didn't look up to her as a friend. She was just there. In the class, never talked, stayed silent. Only talking when practically forced too. And when forced too, Bee only mumbled. She just never felt accepted. Bianca-Rae walked at a brisk pace, so she knew she wouldn't be late. The only advantage about going to school would be seeing Elijah. But then, that was barely an advantage. Elijah probably didn't even know her. And that thought hurt Bee every time she thought of it. In her eyes, Bee knew she had no chance with Elijah. Plus, Elijah was probably straight.

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Anthony placed the comb back to its original spot and went downstairs. "Hey, what's for breakfast?" He asked his mother as he walked up to the dinner table and sat down on a chair. Eggs and toast. Good enough? You'll have to finish it, though. It's almost prepared. I gotta go. His mother walked up to him and kissed his forehead. She then walked out. Ant sighed and got up. He walked over to the stove and sniffed the air. It smelled like eggs and bacon. And that was a delicious smell. He grabbed a kitchen utensil and flipped the eggs one more time before placing them on a plate. He then grabbed the bacon from the napkin on the counter and placed it in the plate, beside the eggs. He grabbed the two toasts and threw them at the table. They landed on the table. "Bullseye!" He laughed and walked over to the table. He set his plate down on it and sat down on a chair. He grabbed a fork from the table and began eating.

[Minimetoo]

Elijah stumbled out of the car, laughing as her brother did the same. Mark grinned brightly up at her, mimicking the girl's lopsided smile. Her hair fell over her eyes, but she quickly brushed it back and closed the car door with her back. "Wow. We're not late. Miracle." Jerome mumbled, his lips pursed as he followed after his two goofball siblings. "No, not a miracle, I'm just that amazing." Mark starkly cut in, striding past the two as he put on his sunglasses. His cool boy sunglasses that he wore all the time. "See you later, lemmings." He tossed over his shoulder. Elijah snorted and climbed onto Jerome's back. She bucked forward and pointed ahead with a sharp 'hiya!' "Onward! Onward! To Jones's class!" "But I don't even have him. I have Ms. Fisher--" "Don't test me, Jermy. Go!" Ellie ordered, giving Jerome's hair a tug. The boy groaned but went forward in defeat with his head hung.


Christopher dropped down on the bench, smiling contentedly as he pulled his guitar out of her case. It was a beautiful black acoustic electric with a pearl bordering. She was his favorite guitar that he so lovingly named Baby. She really was his baby. He ran his thumb down the strings, listening to the low hum that it made. After briefly tuning it, he went to plucking the strings, playing around with a few riffs. What he usually played was his own music, things he wrote on his free time. He was always scribbling in his notepad, writing lyrics or piecing together some nice sounding chords. He usually did such things in his first period class. Music class with his favorite teacher in the entire school. Mrs. Jay adored Chrissy and his musical talent, so she never minded when he sat out a day to focus on his own independent work. The bell was going to be ringing soon, but he kept playing, humming along with his own new beat.

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{ Sorry I haven't been answering. I'm stressed out, and school has been taking out lots of my time. Sorry for short post too, I got no muse right now. Dx }

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Bianca crossed the street. Her house wasn't even that far from the school. She didn't even bother checking if there were any cars passing by; it was a school zone and plus, usually almost no cars went on that road. Bee then skipped the rest of the way. Once there, she opened the door and walked in. She walked over to her locker, letting the door close by itself slowly. She never locked her locker, because there was nothing important in there. If there was a criminal that decided to invade the school, she knew they wouldn't wanna go there just to steal worthless school work. And Bianca wouldn't mind it if someone stole her work and textbooks. She wouldn't have to work. Bianca-Rae pulled out her textbook from her locker, then shut it closed. She turned around and leaned on it, waiting for her class to start.

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Anthony finished eating and hurried up to go to school. He ran over to the door and put on his shoes. He opened the door and pulled on his dog's leash to bring her in. Nachos walked over to the door and stared at Anthony curiously, wondering what he was doing. Ant then picked her up and put her on the bench and took off her collar. He walked out quickly and slammed the door behind him. He heard Nachos whining, and he chuckled. He then ran towards school. Anthony knew he was gonna be late if he didn't hurry. He guessed that was the consequence for oversleeping and eating a fine breakfast.