ᴼᵁᴿ ᶠᴼᵁᴿ ᴸᴱᴳᴳᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴬᴺᴼᴵᴺˁ // ᵒᵖᵉᶰ & ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[frigginadorable]

Yeah, Sorry it took a long time to post it's just I take a long time to come up with my ideas. I am super new at this so just don't expect AMAZING things. I will get better I promise.

[abeille]

{ Oh I know you will. I've read your stories in english, I know how literate you are.

[moon.]

|| So close to being done with my forms D: ((bottom of page 2)). Just gotta finish Bluegrass's description ||

[Ƭнɛ Ғяαʏ]

ooc: Going to do my form today. Is it okay, that instead of a dalmation, he could have a greyhound? I figure that this type of dog would suit him better. If not, it's okay. I understand.

[abeille]

{ Thats perfectly fine. I'll change it right now.

[Ƭнɛ Ғяαʏ]

❝Hey dude. I'm Alex Robert Matthews. Cool name, right? I guess I don't really have a nick name to be honest. See if you can make one up. That I like that is... But one thing I hate being called is Al. Don't even think about calling me that. I'll probably hit you with a baseball bat if you do.❞

❝Look, I know your blind and all, and I'm sorry about that. I'm going to make this quick. I hate describing stuff. I have have greeny brown eyes which have a dark green outline around the edge. But, why would you want to look at them that closely anyway? I also have slightly tanned skin. Not that much so that it looks orange, but just slightly golden. I like it anyway. My hair is brown and quite curly. Sometimes, it looks golden and shines when it is really sunny and bright. My mum pointed that out to me when I was really little one summer. I'm not sure why. She's strange like that. It goes down to the bottom of my ears, but if I don't get it cut in a long time, it could possibly go longer. Don't worry, I won't look like a girl or anything. Jeez. It's really soft to touch (Not that you'll be touching it. At all.) and really quite fluffy. I think my dad buys the best shampoo and stuff. Moving on... My nose. I've broken it once. It was when I was playing soccer with some of my mates in primary school. You can guess what happened. I spent the rest of the day in hospital with a bandage over my nose. Seriously, why do schools have such hard balls. Not in that way but... Never mind. Anyway, my body. I am quite skinny for my age and quite short. But, I eat a lot and am certainly not going to become annorexic or anything. My legs have seem hollow to me. Well, that's what my dad said. I don't have much muscle at all and I don't know where the fat from food goes. Then finally my feet. They are a size 7. It's quite strange that my feet are really big (well, for me that is) and the rest of me is really small. Very strange. And I think that is all you have to know. Is that it? We're done?❞

❝Really, you can't guess my personality. Oh well, I'll let it pass. I guess my personality could be described as a very strange boy. Yes, I figure myself as strange and random, blurting out wierd things at innapropriate times. It comes naturally. My mother was really strange too. She isn't so much now, but she has told me some things that happened to her in school. I am quite intelligent, I'll give you that. In secondary school I got an A+ for science and A for maths. Neat. I love to play pranks, tell jokes and the like. You could say I'm the joker or the pack. Having fun and enjoying life is probably the only reason I'm here. Sometimes I can get quite shy, although that's only when I'm around adults that I've never seen or spoken to before. You get what I mean, right? Also, I can be a bit selfish at times. Let's say there was only five spaces to go on a camping trip, and six people wanted to go and one had to drop out. I would NOT be the one dropping out. No way. And I can get pretty angry if someone starts mocking me or making fun of me for whatever reason it may be. Not that I would be mocked. Nooo. I am not afraid to speak my mind and will put up with a little debate about anything that I don't agree on. I guess I don't always win but... that's a different story. That's all you need to know. Move along suckers.❞

❝My history. Wait, you want to know my history? Come on bro, aren't you getting a bit personal. It's sort of awkward. Um... Okay then. I was born into a family with my mother and father and a pet cat called Smokey. Pretty average and normal I guess. We had lived in Denver, Colorado until I was seven years old and then our family moved to Skaneateles in the upstate of New York. My father was always an alcoholic. He was good and all but he scared the hell out of me when he came home late at night while he was still drunk. I always heard my mother and father arguing when he was drunk. Sometimes those arguments haunt me in nightmares. One day, my mother, Caroline, had had enough of him and left with me to live with her mother and father for a bit. The two of them got divorced later that year and me and mom moved into a small apartment. Unfortunatly, Smokey the cat had stayed with dad, so my mom bought me a dog to keep me company. I called her Kai and we have always been best buddies since. I guess that's all the important stuff. Sometimes I'll go visit my father at a weekend or something, but not very often. I like my mom better than my dad.❞

❝Because you were probably going to ask this earlier or later, here are some interesting things about me. First of all, I have a phobia of scars. I really can't be bothered to look it up on the internet and see if it has a proper name or not, but I do. Even if it is a small and tiny one, they just freak me out a lot. Something about them that doesn't seem natural. I can pull my thumb all the way back to my wrist with no trouble at all. It freaks a lot of people out, but I don't mind. Let them be freaked out. I have a hobby for watching the worst movies ever and then giving them lovely ratings and amazing critique on the IMDB website. Gosh, it is so fun watching all the one-star ratings and then this five-star one appears out of nowhere. Ah... I love doing that.❞

❝Well, of course I have a dog. She is the best in the world! No other dog can beat her. Her name is Kai, and I take her everywhere. Here's some stuff about us two: Once me and my mother had moved into an apartment and settled down, I had started to get very lonely, not bothering to come out of my room and not really talking to anyone. My mom decided to get me a pet as a present. That present was Kai. She is a black and white greyhound and we are best friends. I go out on runs with her in the local forest, play fetch, bring her to friends houses and all the other things that us two do together. From that moment on, my life got 20% cooler. I guess that's all about us. Nothing else very interesting happens. Haha, yeah, that's all. I guess it is time to say bye bye now..❞

❝It was fun to talk to you, and I think you are going to try stalking me now. Kai says bye to you! BYE!!❞

ooc: If any of you are awesome and are totally cool, then you will recognize that Alex is actually Chris Massoglia. <3

[abeille]

{ Accepted. c:
And Finish up your forms, those of you not done. We can start once we've gotten three more males.
I'm going to ask a few more people to join. c:

[saorsa-]

{*squeeeee* I am so excited for this. (:}

[abeille]

{ Me too Silver. I can't wait to begin!

[moon.]

❝Hey, so I don't know why you would want to know who I am, but I don't really care, and YOLO or whatever, so my name is Jayden Ian Andrews. But I usually go by Jay. Actually, not usually. Always. Just call me Jay. Kay, we done here?❞

Yeah, Jayden isn't the most common of names, I get it. But it's nice, I guess. My mom tells me that it means to be thankful, or to feel blessed. Which is what she says that she felt when I was born. She and Dad had been looking through a ton of names, thinking of things like Aaron (which eventually became my little brothers name) and Ian. They didn't really think about Jayden much. Yeah, it was a nice name, but they liked the others better. They seemed to flow nicely, and besides, Aaron was my dad's middle name. But mom tells me that the day I was born, something just... clicked. They looked at me, into my ocean blue eyes, back at each other, and immediately said the same word at the same time. "Jayden". I guess it's meant to be. And honestly, I couldn't be happier that fate chose my path.

❝So, I'm supposed to describe myself? Well, this isn't stalkerish at all. What is this, anyways? I'm not interviewing for something, am I? This isn't going well. I just need to get out of here. Ugh, fine, I'll describe myself first. But what, are you blind or something? Before I have to waste all of my time writing, just take a good look at me. Or take a picture. It'll last longer. Whatever suits your fancy. ❞

Jayden is six feet tall, on the dot, weighing in at a healthy one-hundred fifty-two pounds. He's always been just a bit taller than everybody else, and considering how he is still growing, he will most likely gain a few more inches. His father was tall, standing at six feet six inches when he was done growing, but the doctors only expect Jay to be about six foot three. Which he is fine with. It'll still make him taller than most, and with his nice weight and fitted muscles, he's just fine with being tall. Oh, yes, muscle. As you can see, Jay is obviously not on the obese side. Any extra weight that may tip his scale is all hard earned muscle that he has been training years for. He works out six days every week, only giving himself one day as a breather to do whatever he want's. But it pays off. He has rigid biceps, widened chest and a quickly growing four-pack (which is aiming towards a six). Not to mention, he has developed his calves and thighs to their full potential, yet still works harder and harder each day, just to look nice for whatever occasion might become of him. Naturally, for his age, he is in good shape - then again, many other boys are stronger than him. Which is just what keeps him going. Well, moving on, lets get to the looks of Jayden, instead of just his brawn and size. Jayden has upturned, deep brown hair, just short enough to run his fingers through, yet not so long that he looks like some sort of hobo. Some days, when the sun has gotten the best of him, his hair will be tinted with blonde, making him look younger and more playful - especially when sand has draped all across his skin, sending him shimmering with light. Jayden also has very distinctive features - a squared jaw that has every girl cooing, dimples that sends them falling to their knees, and that signature hair flip that he pulls out every so often. His smile is as big as the moon, always showing off his pearly whites as the happiness reaches his ocean blue eyes. Oh, his eyes. As blue as could be, deep reflective pools of emotion, yet locked behind doors of steel, so nobody can see past the mesmerizing colors. Gold and black dance in specks throughout his eyes, making them explode in brilliance towards whoever may look into them. No doubt, his eyes are unforgettable, even when he is hiding behind thick sunglasses. Other than that, Jayden has a fairly average sense of style. Loose white tees, ripped up jeans or old swim trunks, depending on the day. He loves his old sunglasses, and rarely ever leaves the house without them. Jayden does have a scar draped over his left bicep, showing a part of his history that will be described later. It is a little pink to the naked eye and raised higher than the rest of his skin, but always hide beneath a layer of clothing. He has an infinity symbol as a tattoo on his right ankle, showing honor to the lost and the forgotten, and how they live on, forevermore.

❝I'm really tired of telling you all of this stuff that you should've picked up already. But since you are obviously deprived of intelligence, I guess I can give you a clue of who I am, even though I already have. Uh, well, I guess you could call me the "sweetheart". At least that what everybody calls me. Whenever they see me, they always think 'aww, that's the super nice one.' But they don't really know me. So, yeah, here it goes... ❞

As said, on the outside, Jay is an absolute sweetheart. He goes around, shooting off compliments, smiling that award-winning grin that sends the girls swooning, tears streaming from their eyes when his dimples make an appearance. He can woo anybody with just a few words - but all of his "sweetness" isn't just on the outside. He is truly a sweetie at heart. He will mess around with anybody that decides to love him, having not only serious relationships, but fun ones. He will play with his girlfriend, treat them right, how they should be treated. He is that boy - the one that everybody wants. To top it off, his bright blue eyes will just take you away, sweeping you up with an irresistible grin. But it's deep inside that usually offsets most. He may be a complete darling at heart, but in his soul, and in his mind, he is completely broken. There is a crack that runs straight through his heart, tipping him off, causing him to be a bit... different than most. He won't share his feelings, no matter the circumstance. He'll never, ever tell you what is wrong, most likely because he doesn't know. But we'll get into that later. For know, you just need to know the main things about him. We've already gone over how sweet he is, and how he is truly shattered at heart, but there are more points to him that you have yet to see. As he has displayed above in his sharp comments, it is obvious that Jayden can have a sharp tongue, to say the least. But, these quick remarks are always well thought out, and tend to be rather funny. This is one of his most obvious qualities, and though there are many others, you will easily learn how to love Jayden.
The first quality of Jayden has already been mentioned... multiple times. Yes, you guessed it - he's an absolute sweetheart. Anything that a girl has ever wanted is wrapped up in this boy right here. Oh, you want to know what these are? Alright, here it goes... First of all, Jay cherishes and adores. He has only had one girlfriend that was predominately serious, but he cherished her as if she were the only thing in his life. He comforted her, treated her as if she were his prized possession - which is what she was. And that is just how he plans on treating the right girl that will come into his life. He also has the trusted quality of secureness. He will always display that he is stable - never will he cheat, never will he leave her for the wrong reasons. Jay also has something very important to most women - faith. Being extremely faithful, Jay will always believe in his relationships. Be it with a friend, or even something more serious, such as a girlfriend, he will always follow his heart, trusting it to lead him in the right direction. Lastly, Jay has an amazing sense of humor. I will get further into this trait later, but to sum it up now, he always knows what to say, and the right way to say it, making him absolutely adorable, and not to mention, hilarious. He treats her right, always says the right thing, and acts completely sweet. He will do the nicest things, smiling always, protecting whoever he loves with a heart of gold. He knows how to work his way around being rude, and never insults, unless completely necessary. Everybody has always looked at him as a sweetie pie, smiling whenever he does, spreading the happiness that he always starts. If only they knew what really goes on on the inside.
As said above, Jayden has an amazing sense of humor. He is so funny, always cracking jokes - but these aren't those cocky, loser jokes about women that most men speak, rather serious, from the heart, and genuinely hilarious. He can turn every down-headed conversation into a light, happy one, putting a smile on everybody's face. But there is one downside to this - Jay is rather shy. I know, this isn't a trait you would expect of him. I mean, just look at that huge grin! But, if you look closer, you can see how he puts his head down just a little further than everybody else when he laughs, keeps his hands in his pockets as if he were hiding something. Who ever looks hard enough know that the Jay they are seeing isn't the real Jay. Sure, somewhere in his heart, he is truly a hilarious sweetheart, but that is just on the surface. Down deep, he hides himself behind a layer of quietness, shying away whenever it is his turn to speak, inching away from conversations as if he doesn't want to be heard, for he's afraid that his words might come out a bit different. But, don't think of him as constantly acting as shy as he is - he really does have a good heart. This is just a bunch of rambling words, none of them making sense, all of them thrown together to make a person that Jay really isn't. Oh, how hard it is to capture his personality. This confusing boy just gets more and more complicated than he already is.
That's just it, though. Jay is confused. Deep down, he doesn't know what he is feeling. He is so torn up inside, so ruined, he doesn't know what to do with himself. All that strong wall that he has built up is protecting is a hollow cavern, filled to the brim with darkness and confusion, winding, twisting mazes that drag you in and trap you forever. He has long fallen into the hole - perhaps the reason why he has so much guarding the outside. Maybe he doesn't want any other to join him, no matter how alone he feels. Maybe he doesn't want to drag any other into that endless torture that lives within his soul. This is just how he is - he can't help it. Yet, he doesn't know how to warn others of the mighty abyss they will encounter when meeting him, so he stays alone. He hides himself in the deepest corner, shadows rolling over his face as he runs away from everybody that might fall with him, that might be sucked into the hole that is his heart. And even though he hides this side of herself, there are days where you will see the broken side of Jayden. Somedays, he'll be so sad and so confused that he won't speak. He'll lock himself away and cry himself to sleep, watching the stars, begging them to lead him to a simpler place. But how does he get there? How does he rid of this pain? Exactly. He doesn't know. So, on the days you just so happen to catch Jay in his bad mood, he'll have let his walls down, calling off the guard dogs. You can really drive knives into him, and he won't care. He'll just look at you with those somber eyes, and automatically, you'll know that it's time to leave him alone. In reality, though, he doesn't want to be alone. He want's to be held, to be told he'll be okay someday. He wants to believe it, to close her eyes and pretend he's somewhere else. He wants to cry and cry, shed all of the tears left inside of him, hide away her feelings, run away to a little coffee house, read a simple book on a crisp day, watching the waves roll outside, waiting for his fairytale of a perfect life to finally come true. He'll wait out her feelings, pouring all of those bad emotions into that gaping hole that eats away at his soul, rebuild his barriers, and then, continue on with his broken little life.

❝Whoa, okay man. I agreed to tell you my name and what I look like and all of that jazz, but now you're asking me about my history? What is wrong with you? I swear, you can't walk down these streets without being begged for information anymore. Oh, you swear you won't tell anybody? Not a soul in this whole universe? Not even if your life depended on it? Well, that's comforting. I still won't tell you.❞

Born on a warm day in July, Jayden is the light of his parent's eyes. With ocean blue eyes and storm-cloud grey flecks, perfect hair and flawless skin, his parents can't help but adore him. Of course, because of this, they raised him right. His family was definitely not poor, to say the least. In fact, they were far richer than most people in their lives. After hitting a stroke of luck when it came to stocks, they could afford anything that they wanted. And boy, did they spend. Jayden had everything. A huge house, giant pool, perfect sport, and not to mention - he's beautiful. Even growing up, when boys and girls had cooties, the little ladies would still bat their eyelashes at him, smiling whenever the star baseball player would enter the room. As he grew up and his career in baseball took off, he started to realize that even though he had everything, he really had nothing at all. Every girl might have wanted him because of his looks, personality, and money, he may have had the perfect sport to play and awesome hobbies, not to mention a killer house and an amazing family, but he felt like all of this was just filling a void in his heart that was slowly digging deeper and deeper into his soul everyday. So he lost himself. For about a month, Jayden ran away. He had just turned eighteen, the summer was deep en-route, and he couldn't be more anxious to get out of the house. So after clearing his plan with his father, he disappeared. Ran to the coast, rented a little house with the millions that his parents had given him, hid away for a little bit. He felt so lonely that he eventually adopted Bluegrass (her story will come later), and they became fast friends, doing everything together.
And then that one fateful day came. He got a frantic call from his father, screaming about how something was horribly wrong. How he had to get home. And now. So, without even packing, Jay darted home in his brand new car, turning up sand as he fled from his home, Blue in the backseat, barking in fear as tension filled the air. Another call. Change of plans. Panic filling his heart, Jay was given instructions on how to get to the nearest hospital. Scrambling, nearly killing people with the speed that he was traveling, Jay had skid to a stop in the parking lot at the emergency room before slamming shut his door. Blue had jumped out just behind him, but faithfully stayed outside of the hospital doors, whining as panic fluttered through the air. Slamming into the room, Jay had looked around. His sister, Raylee, was sitting in the corner of a bench, tears staining her face as her long, curly hair flowed around her flawless face in gentle locks. Even Aaron, his younger brother, was crying. And that was a rare sight. "What's happening?!" He had exclaimed. Neither looked up. And then, the slam of a door. His father walks into the room. Drops to his knees. And sobs. "I-it's Momma." The fourteen year old Raylee had said, sniffling heavily. "S-s-she had a seizure t-that k-k.... k-killed her." A scream slips her lips as she slid down next to Papa, knees scraping against the floor of the empty hospital room. Aaron walked out of the room and into the parking lot, his shouts barely audible. And Jay was speechless. His mother had epilepsy. And it killed her. Nay - it killed him and his family. And for that, he will never forgive himself. He didn't even say goodbye to his mother. He was too busy running away for his own sake. And now he has to live with that for the rest of his god-forsaken life.

❝Okay, uh, now you want to know what I'm good at? And what I'm bad at? Well, I guess I could tell you... But seriously, you have been asking me a lot. It's getting creepy. Just don't tell anybody what I'm bad at, and ignore what I'm good at. You don't even need to know half of what I've told you so far.❞

Hmm... What I'm good at. Well, I guess I am pretty good at baseball. I've been doing it since I was three, but it's not my favorite thing to do. I mean, it's kinda boring. You know, I've done it all of my life. And people always say that I'm gonna be some superstar, but I don't want to be. I'm more interested in surfing, but I've only done that for a few years, so I'm not amazing, but it's fun. Blue likes to come out to the beach and swim with me when I boogie board, but I make her stay on the sand when the waves are high and I actually surf. I can't have anything happen to my baby. Anyways, I am also kinda good at swimming and running, but those are just the basic things that me and Bluegrass do everyday. I take her out to the beach and do all of that kind of stuff. Now, the things that I am bad at... well, I am not good at saying no. It's really hard for me to deny people. It makes me feel like I'm being really mean, which I don't like doing. I also am bad at taking things seriously. I always laugh at the worst times, and it gets really embarrassing, but I can't help it. I'm not that good at dealing with pain, but who is? Pain scares me. So does hate. Alright, can I please be done?

❝Hah, do I have a dog. Of course I do! She is my best friend. My everything. The only one that will ever stay by my side. So, meet the ever loyal and beautiful Bluegrass, but I call her Blue. She's a four year old Bernese Mountain Dog and the best pal you could ever ask for. Sure, I'll tell you her story. All you need to know before I begin, though, is this - she will always be my greatest friend. No questions asked.❞

I got Blue four years ago. It was a rainy day on the beach, the waves were really high, and I was feeling particularly lonely in my little beach house. So I felt like I needed a friend. Naturally, I wasn't going to go out to the beach and find a real person to take home and keep forever (that'd be creepy), so I decided to go out to the pound. It was a long drive, and when I eventually got there, I nearly had to leave because of the dire conditions that these poor animals were living in. I wanted to take them all home. In the entryway of the little old concrete building, a shivering parrot was shedding its feathers all over the ground, cawing at any to pass him by. Rabbits hopped around in cages littered with filth, ferrets hiding in little boxes that they had to flatten themselves to be able to fit in. There were other animals that were living in such horrible conditions that I can't even mention them. So I won't. First, I had pushed through a set of wooden doors after a receptionist wearing way to much makeup had grinned at me and showed me around, offering to sell me some cheaply priced ratty looking leashes. Declining her oh-so-persuasive comments, I quickly rushed over to the room that was holding the dogs. The moment that I pushed through the swinging door, I had to plug my nose. The smell of urine and feces had been so overwhelming that I thought I was going to hurl. But now I couldn't leave, not knowing that these dogs had been trapped in here for so long. Walking down the isle of wire cages, dogs slamming against the side every time I passed in a desperate attempt to get my attention. But I wasn't interested in them. Three days ago, a huge fire had struck a local town, leaving hundreds of dogs homeless. Rumor had it that only a few survived through the rest of those terrible days that the inferno still raged - those dogs were sent here. Knowing that it was his duty to help some of these poor babies, Jay looked around for tags that would've mentioned something about a fire. And then he saw it. The last several cages had a large picture of a raging blaze on the outside, written in sloppy ink on the outside "We survived a fire. Will you help us continue the life we were meant to have?" Even though the signs were extremely cheesy, I silently agreed that I would. Anyways, I was just moving on down the isle, looking at the dogs that were barking wildly up at me, every so often coughing from the smoke that they had inhaled. Burn marks were visible on a few of them, especially a little black lab mix that seemed to have the worse of all of the injuries. But he was growling in the corner, and when Jay looked at him, he saw nothing special. Then, he saw it. Three little puppies in a cage, all wildly barking at the edge, as cute as could be, basically begging for him to take them home. But he wasn't interested in those three. He was watching the one in the back,a little tiny pure-bred Bernese Mountain Dog. She was whimpering and shivering, looking around with huge eyes that held all of her personality in that one single drop. And at that instant, he knew it. This is the one.
Stepping into the cage, Jay quickly snatched up the little puppy. She didn't resist, just lay there, limp in his arms. Avoiding the other mooning faces, he rushed from that stinky room and back towards the bubbly receptionist. "Ohhh, she's such a sweetie! Will you be adopting her today?" the woman asked, makeup cracking where she smiled. Wincing, Jay had simply nodded and quickly signed the papers. This puppy was only forty dollars, which isn't anything, if you think about it. And boy, was she gorgeous. Jayden was eager to get out of there and away from that poor screaming bird, so after quickly running out to the car, he had driven to the nearest pet store, carrying the puppy inside. She had long fallen asleep in his arms, and looked so pathetic, that even though dogs without leashes weren't allowed in the store, nobody stopped him. He had picked up tons of toys and the best puppy food he could find, picking out the softest bed possible and the largest playhouse that would serve as a crate. All paid on his fathers credit card. Quickly flying home once more, he and the puppy had gotten settled. Still timid, the little girl hardly even looked around. Just curled up on his lap while sitting on the couch, listening to the droning of rain outside of the window, and fell asleep once more. Jayden, looking out the window, had seen the stretches of bluegrass going on for miles. Bluegrass - soft and sweet and gentle, always beautiful, always there. Bluegrass. And so, that became her name. After the day that he rescued this little puppy, they became instant best friends, always doing everything together. Jay took her on three mile runs every day, and after much time and patience, Blue's trust slowly grew stronger and stronger. Even though she may still be scarred deep in her heart, she can always believe that Jayden will be there for her - and Jayden can trust the she will be there for him.

❝Yeah, this was fun and all, but I really want to leave. It's getting weird with all of these questions. Besides, Blue is waiting for me outside, and you know how upset she'll get if I leave her alone for too long... Yeah, so bye, I guess? I'm outta here.❞

|| Finally done! c: ||