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✕✕ yoυ нαve yoυr dιɢɴιтy αɴd ѕelғ worтн. ɴever coмproмιѕe тнαт.

ғιrѕт ιмpreѕѕιoɴѕ αre ιмporтαɴт, вυт we αll deѕerve α ѕ e c o ɴ d cнαɴce.


ɴ α м e : Her name is Gabrielle [Gah-BREE-el] Vittoria [vi-TOH-Ree-AH] Ford [FOH-rd]. Gabrielle's name is from a long line of French and English adjectives, meaning "God is my Strength". She may not be religious enough to say God is her strength, but Gabrielle is very strong. Vittoria on the other hand is a delicate sounding, strong meaning Italian name. It translates to "victory" or "to conquer". It highly resembles

Gabry herself. Now, Ford means "to cross" or "crossing". It was derived from an English term, "Down by the Ford", which was almost a river. Gabry is one of her many nicknames, among Vitt, Truck [for her surname], elder, and Gabby. Gabrielle almost always prefers the nickname Gabry, because its uncommon and spunky, like herself.
ɢ e ɴ d e r : Gabrielle is quite feminine, thank you.
α ɢ e : Gabry was born on April second at one thirty a.m., making her an Aries [♈] [and giving her mother quite a laugh, but that's a story for later]. She's eighteen.




тнe cαмerα αlwαyѕ αddѕ т e ɴ poυɴdѕ.

н e ι ɢ н т : Gabry is stuck at an average height of five foot six. Most of her height comes from her long, lanky, and muscled legs. Nothing to get her too noticed, but her height can make an loose impression. Obviously, the rest of her height comes from the waist up. Miraculously, she is a perfect square, height and width wise. Her arm span is about as long as she is tall.




Gabrielle is somewhat taller than her arm span, but not by much.
w e ι ɢ н т : First of all, she's extremely proud of her weight. It's not something she's going to be screaming up and down the street, but she's happy she's not struggling with obesity. Her parents have always been nutrition nerds, and fed her good, healthy food for dinner and lunch, but that still didn't stop them from spoiling her occasionally with junk food. Gabry will be the first to admit that she doesn't have a gap between her thighs, or exquisite collarbones like those walking-dead models, but she has a little bit of a belly, and some arm-fat to spare. Its nothing she's ashamed of, actually, and Gaby is proud to admit she weighs one hundred twenty two pounds.
н α ι r : Gabrielle's hair is a dark, dark brown that appears black. However, if she cut it shorter than her length now [which is around a foot] it would actually look somewhat brown to the naked eye. Her hair is naturally wavy, but when it's relatively short, it goes crazy. That's why Gabry won't go anywhere without her hair done; she looks like a demon-child. Gabry does prefer to curl her hair when possible, and braid it in three styles: waterfall, classic over-the-shoulder, and fishtail. Her hair is very healthy, and the only reason she doesn't like camping is that when she's gone for a while, her hair goes crazy.
e y e s : Chocolate would be the closest way to describe Gabrielle's dark, somewhat mesmerizing eyes. Dark chocolate would be even closer, actually. When you had very low light, and you look at Gabry, you might be confused for a second. Her eyes are so dark, in dim lighting, the brown of her iris can blend with the black or her pupil. Glasses, however have always only been an option, but she chooses not to buy them. Her eyesight is twenty - twenty-five
ѕ ĸ ι ɴ : Gabry has relatively attractive skin. Not perfect, as that's impossible, but pretty fair in condition. Gabry is a little darker than most Americans' pale colors, because of her mix of Native American and Italian families. It wasn't her grandfather, but great grandfather that married a woman by the name of Elizabeth Smith, who then took on the name of Ford. The woman was about as pale as human beings come, and with his Navajo [now preferably the Díne] blood, passed down through the lines, until it reached Gabrielle. She looks naturally like she has a very nice tan, but its pretty much everywhere on her. She sadly doesn't have any freckles, which when she was little, Gabry would use black sharpie to pen them on her cheek bones. She's also sporting a few scars; two from bike riding -- one on her right hands palm, and the other on her left knee -- one from a sparkler -- this one is in-between her fingers -- and finally one from an accidental knife cut when she was little, and got into the drawers.
м o d ι ғ ι c α т ι o ɴ ѕ : Gabry is dying to get a small, all black tattoo of a sparrow, about half an inch across on the thumb-knuckle of her right hand. Yet, she knows it's not going to happen until she's twenty one, so she has to wait. For now, she's settled with earrings [not gaged or anything extravagant], just a hole per ear. But the moment she turns eighteen, she's going to go straight to a tattoo shop.


нαĸυɴα мα-ғreαĸιɴɢ-тαтα, мαɴ

p e r ѕ o ɴ α : The first thing you will ever need to know about Gabrielle is she isn't going to ever lay down and take what you throw at her. She is going to stick up for herself, and defend all that matters to her. She's a ball of fire, ready to burn anything in her way. Gabry has never been the type of girl to let a man just walk all over her. These Boots are Made for Walkin' by Nancy Sinatra describe her perfectly; never letting somebody make the choices for her.
The second thing about Gabrielle is she is extremely independent. Women that just rely on men are simpletons and dead-broke females who want a meal ticket. It isn't her style to ever rely on anybody else. Really, the only thing group projects taught her was you can't rely on anybody because they will always fall short. If you yourself don't go the extra mile, then why should she? Gabrielle isn't afraid of getting a bad grade just to show you what you caused. She may not be a fan of it, but Gabry has done it before. When she was younger, and horribly afraid of her parents, she would always pick up the slack of the other children. Soon after, though, she became frustrated with her reputation as the girl who would always fix the issue at hand. She quickly quit following through with her promises, and her rep went down. But she had learned a valuable lesson; nobody will ever go the extra mile, unless you yourself don't.





Along with her cryptic aspect on group work, Gabry is extremely independent. She's the type of girl who prefers track meets over volleyball, cheer, and dance because she hates working with other girls. If one breaks their leg, where does that leave her? Now, Gabry doesn't always have this dark, depressed outlook on other people. Usually, if you can prove yourself in her eyes, you will become her ... shall we say somewhat of an idol? maybe it's too strong a word, but she will admire you in some form. Picking up on her slack is something she doesn't like though. She knows she's fully capable of taking care of herself and her part, so tiding up her problems won't sit well with her. Now, fixing another person's stupidity is amazing for Gabry, but her own is just plain annoying. Which leads us to her next trait; she's moody.
Gabry isn't just moody at her feminine time o' the month, but when anything that doesn't go somewhat in her way happens. For example, when her family moves, and she loves her current life, she becomes moody, and cut off with them. Never will she do dangerous things because of it, but she may just snip at people for messing with her perfectly good life. Gabry does understand change, and that it's great for the mind and body, but quote; "OH MY GOD!? EVERY MONTH TO MOVE SOMEWHERE?" As you can read, she is very frustrated with her parents moving habits. One of the worst times to get on her bad side would be when she's having difficulty in her extracurricular life. Any normal human being would be extraordinarily frustrated when things pretty much start to fall apart. Well, Gabrielle kind of takes things into a whole new level. She will lock herself in her room with her iPod and her dog, just listening to the two together, or playing with the puppy on the ground. She doesn't eat, doesn't talk, she doesn't even answer her mother's calls to dinner or outings. Her mom had pretty much learned to leave Gabry alone when she needed to be.
Gabry isn't selfish, per se, but she can be a tad self-involved. When it comes down to it, her needs will always be put above yours, but she will share generously. This is an interesting mix of the two, but she can be very generous. For example in a situation where the two conjoin is when her family has just had dinner, and there is only a little bit of food left. Her and her younger brother are hungry, so they decide to split it. Now, of course, splitting something means divvying up the spoils. Gabrielle will take some for her, to satisfy her need instead of giving it all to her younger sibling, but she will give him a little more than herself, because he's growing, and she's totally good with her weight. It can be a virtue or a sin, depending on the situation, but then again, so does her level of enthusiasm.
Gabry is usually an outgoing, enthusiastic person without any ego problems. She enjoys coming up with the best dares at all the cool parties, usually has somebody to hang out with, and knows when to keep her mouth shut around teachers. That however, doesn't mean she's the cliche person. She knows how to have a lot of fun, but she's careful where it's at. Shoplifting is totally out of the question for her, because she knows it's easy to get away with, but when you're caught, you're screwed. It ceases to amaze Gabry how shoplifting and other illegal activities are fun ... you just get into trouble, and for what? That high? She'll be the first to tell you that that's ridiculous. There isn't any high you get from breaking the law. You're terrified, and the adrenaline gets going. If you're looking for a thrill, go cliff diving for fun. [yes, she's done it once.]
Gabry can't stand laziness. It's like this god awful pet peeve of hers. You want to upset Gabrielle, be lazy around her. That's why she can't stand her younger brother. Another thing she hates with a deep, dying passion is the driver's license district office. What is up with those horrible lines? The day she got her license was bad enough, but renewing them without missing a day or two of her life? Impossible. It's like Satan's little building to say "Now you're just being tested to see how well you hold up in my personal office." Her final largest issue is human nature. She loves to question things, and figure out if they're realistic or not, so when humans just brush things off as unimportant, and later go "Oh, should've listened, but oh well. I'm too lazy." causes her to struggle with her many moods. You either listen to her the first time, or you just ... hope for a quick death by her petite hands.
Some of the few things this girl is scared of are spiders, drowning, and suffocation. It's not exactly death that scares her, but the fact that she doesn't want to suffer by explosion of the lungs. Gabrielle does strangely know how to swim, so that's something that's fairly unusual for somebody, but drowning still terrifies her. Unless she inhales water, she's great in pools, lakes, rivers, and oceans. Suffocation is pretty much the same scenario. I guess you could just call it something along the lines of panicking that she's going to be conscious when and if her lungs explode. It's rather irrational, but it's how she feels, so you can't deny it, really.
At last, we hit her loves; family, beagles, and laughing. Laughing is something along the lines of her salvation. She constantly tells the story of a rich man who was on his death-bead, and ordered a jester, who upon employment, threw a pie at the man. The man soon after became upset because the pie-man ruined his sheets, so he threw it right back. The look on the jester's face was so funny, that the rich man began laughing. Each day, the jester came back, and the rich man's deadly disease vanished until many years later when he finally died of plain old age. She really wants to die like the rich man; laughing and loving life. Family is another "like" of hers. Her family matters most to her in her life, and she's going to do anything she can to protect them. Her hidden courage usually shines through when they're in trouble or sadness hits. She tries to be the shoulder to cry on. It may not always work, but it is something Gabry really strives for. And finally, her favorite animal is the beagle. she has almost an obsession with their floppy ears, and the way their noses follow anything they can pick up. She owns one herself, named Nemo, and the little six month old boy is quite the adventurous fellow. Gabry regularly excersizes him, and keeps him well trained. Training him is a skill requiring patience, and a lot of peanut butter, but she does it, because she loves the little guy.
н ι ѕ т o r y : Gabry's mother went into labor on April fools day, and thought she was going to get a trickster of a daughter. Apparently not. Gabry developed a severe case of pneumonia at only two months old, and was forced to stay in the hospital for another whole month. Really, Gabrielle wasn't able to leave the hospital for good until she was almost six months. Right after her pneumonia vanished, colic decided to invade her immune system. From an early age, her stomach was very achy, and she never felt ok with anybody touching it. She loves personal space, and always had. Her dad and her mom weren't exactly best of friends when she was little. The two of them had Gabrielle out of wedlock, so she herself as a human being was told she wasn't supposed to exist, because she "ruined" her mother's chance of having a normal family. Personally, Gabrielle has a secret loathing of her dad, because of the way he treated her mom. Once, when Gabry was little, she remembered him actually hitting her mom, and Gabry's mom taking her and running away. It was the safest thing to do at the time. But as she grew up, she began to hate the few days she had to go to her father's house. Slowly, he did however drift away when he remarried until he didn't want to see Gabry anymore. Gabry's stepfather was an entire different story. By the time she was in third grade, Gabry's mother had gone through two other boyfriends; a controlling one, and a drug addict. Her mom wasn't aware of the drugs in the second one until his brother passed away, but it was enough for her to take Gabry and run. Gabry's stepfather was a kind man. He was the one who raised her. He went to all of her school activities, and took her out to dinner on her birthdays. Her father wasn't really there until she turned fourteen. And even then, he wasn't around much. A frustrated Gabry finally plucked up the courage to demand never seeing him again, unless it was to visit her half siblings.
Later, Gabry's mother and her stepfather had a son. This was when Gabry was eleven, so the age difference was rather large. She was constantly baby sitting, voluntarily, actually, and enjoyed teaching him everything. It wasn't that she didn't like her alone time, but Gabry like that he loved her unconditionally. Something she hadn't ever really felt. Her and her mom were different, but somebody younger was new. Her half siblings over at her father's, and her stepmother weren't exactly welcoming. She did however have a friend of her younger sibling's babysitter who she enjoyed talking to. Gabry would normally spend a night every weekend she was there for. This friend was actually two years older than her, but the two of them got along just fine. All around, Gabry had a fair childhood. Her friends were nice. Abstinence was easy for her, because she didn't want her child to go through the h--l she was in, and honestly, she did well at it. Throughout her childhood, Gabry kind of adopted a little beagle, who is now seven [she got him when she was eighteen] and he's been the only true consistency in her life. The little thing always loved her, and will until the day he dies. Gabry's been through a bit, but it's not tragic, really. Nowadays, this story is becoming more and more common. Gabry's relatively used to it. But the entire time, she had to be careful. Always under the watchful eye of Mr. U ... Gabry hated it.
т н e м e ѕ o ɴ ɢ : Riot, by Three Days Grace [explicit]

eαт. prαy. love. oĸ, ѕĸιp тнe eαтιɴɢ αɴd prαyιɴɢ.

l o v e : Gabrielle is heterosexual.

She hasn't ever really been curious about things like being bi or lesbian. She's just kind of accepted that's how she is.
Gabry doesn't have an issue with people being gay/lesbian/bisexual. She just doesn't want to be one herself. Now, Gabry doesn't need to depend on a man to feed her, walk her, and clean up her messes. She's perfectly capable of doing that herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like their company. She will be the first to admit, her first serious boyfriend was in seventh grade. They lasted a whopping seven months, before he got bored and dumped her for one of her friends who had a rep as a better kisser. She shrugged it off, but by then, she was in the dating scheme.


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υ ѕ e r ɴ α м e : нer. I respond to the names Kota, city, Ronnie, and whatever else pops up! c:
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c r e d ι т ѕ : Ok. Credit for the character goes to me. Credit for formatting of this form goes to me. Credit to pictures to to their proper owners. I take no ownership.

[R0be0]

[[ Accepted Karma. c: ]]

[eden .]

>> ok this is a lazy form sorry |:
>> do you want a history .-.

name: Alisha Mehra
Age: twenty four
Gender: female
Nationality: Northern Indian

Height: five foot three inches
Weight: 116 pounds
Hair: black
Eyes: deep brown/black
General: Alisha is wiry and her limbs are strung with muscle. It's not that she's completely buff or anything, but she's sacrificed having smooth, attractive skin for arms that have done a lot of hard work in their time. If you're looking for a woman to be incredibly aesthetically pleasing, you should look somewhere else. Alisha had never really gotten around to getting braces, either, so her teeth are somewhat crooked. Her skin is a warm shade of brown that's marred with little scars that aren't overly noticeable until you come very close to her face (although I can't imagine why you'd want to be that close to her). She's pretty short for her age, but she tries not to let that get to her. The likelihood is she can give you a run for your money in an arm wrestle, but Alisha isn't really one for brute strength. She's strong, but not that strong. She could climb a tree, I guess, pretty easily, but punching someone would be another story.

Personality: You'd have more luck trying to get a word out of a doorknob.

Alisha does not ever speak--at all. Never. To anyone. She keeps to herself and never bothers to speak up or put in her own opinions into a conversation. She prefers to stick it out alone, finding other people vaguely annoying. Of course, if you're quiet, don't prattle, and actually prove to be useful, Alisha would see no reason to push you away from her.

In other situations, Alisha is unfathomable and impossible to understand. She's not an overly complicated character really, but she's just got one hell of a poker face. She never wears any expression, doesn't seem to find anything funny, and more or less is kind of like a waxen doll that stares at you for a while until you're too creeped out to stay near her anymore. So you leave. She has the patience to listen to other people (that's what she prefers, if she's forced into a situation where she has to be around others) for extended periods of time to the point where it's like "how does she handle all that crap people unload on her?" Well, what Alisha loves to do is observe. She takes advantage of the fact that people seem to forget that she actually isn't mute and just sits there while people tell her all about themselves. They don't even have to tell her their entire life story. Alisha is very skilled at discerning what people mean by their movements or mannerisms. She never formally learned this skill, so you could say it's more of a talent.

Alisha is quite shrewd and doesn't mind going last in the line if that means she can observe everyone else's stupid mistakes before she takes her turn. She's kind of like those creatures in the desert that will dig holes and wait for hours and hours until their prey drops into the hole into the predator's maw. Alisha takes her time and makes sure she won't make any stupid mistakes. She can wait in a tree for hours if she has to, and she's skilled at making something out of nothing. She's no stranger to living a hard life and doesn't complain when any sort of sustenance comes her way.

Alisha can be very blunt and very flat in her speech (when she talks at all). She's unsympathetic to almost all situations and people that she may come across. However, she'll hoard all of the information she's learned like a dragon does its treasures. It's about the only advantage she has, since she's pretty much useless with weapons (although since she's got some muscle, maybe swinging around an ax wouldn't be such a bad idea).

While she's not one to make close friends and doesn't have real relationships with anybody, she does enjoy the occasional quiet time with someone that's about as introverted as she is. Alisha is most comfortable when no one is talking and they can peacefully go about their business.

Orientation: Heterosexual. Kind of. Alisha never really had great loathing for females, either, for a romantic relationship. I guess to be fair I'd have to say Alisha actually doesn't care about love at all. It never occurs to her as a thing. But yeah. She's more heterosexual than anything. Although she might as well be asexual for all the concern she gives for either sex.
Exes: None
Crush: None
Kin: one older brother and three younger siblings (two sisters and one brother). Her mother and father.

Username: an asian to the knee. call me whatever you want but late for dinner. or lunch. or breakfast.
Activity: I'm like...idek what I'm doing right now. I've gotten wrapped up in a lot of things but I should be able to make it everyday for a little bit, at least.
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[karkadorr]

{ 19 } x { strategy is everything } x { the cunning one }

☾☾ the fact of the matter is, I will, and always will be Fynn Maerr Hawking.

✒ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs
Her name is pronounced "Fin." Simply that..very much sounding like the word for "finish" or "end" in French. It is a boy's name, yes, but she's always been sort of tomboyish and rough, you might say. The origin of her name is Gaelic, and it means "Fair." She is fair, in the fact that she has fair skin and fair eyes and overall - "fair." But, the meaning doesn't apply to all of her, as you will find out later. However, she is more of a withdrawn, quiet being; but more on that later. Fynn has always been a little queer, unusual, peculiar child. Straight from her birthdate (which was, if she remembered correctly, September 14th) to her age now, which is about 19 years of age. As for sexual orientation and gender-based topics, Fynn hasn't really cared about who she associated with and what they were like - she has respect for anyone that is bisexual or along the same lines. She herself is heterosexual, but considering they way she is withdrawn and reserved, she won't be particularly interested in anyone of the opposite gender...for now.

☾☾ the harsh truth is that I am much more wary of looks at first glance.

✒ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs
{{ ~ General looks: Fynn is - as aforementioned - a peculiar person, but she has the looks of a normal 19-year old girl. Long hair she can't be bothered to cut, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and all the regular pieces that make up a human being. Her hair is the color of tree trunks at sunset - a rich golden brown that can range in colors to sandy gold or dark brown, depending on the lighting. Her nose is slightly turned up at the end and her lips generally stay open a fraction, even when she doesn't realize it. Her face is angular and her cheek bones are quite visible. However, she doesn't notice her facial qualities and can't be bothered to primp herself in front of a reflective surface - vanity and self-indulgence is beneath her and her morals.
{{ ~ Body physique: Fynn isn't too fat, nor too skinny. She has a slender body from constantly going outside and walking around aimlessly (her own form of exercise) and eating according to how she monitors herself and all the right, healthy foods for her body. Fynn's a health nut, if you haven't noticed. She isn't addicted to constantly weighing herself or counting carbs, and she knows when to stop. She has never been anorexic in her life - in her opinion it's not making you any better and she pities those who suffer from it. Her arms and legs are muscular, but not body-builder type; her overall build is slim and slender. She could almost be categorized as bony - she hardly eats sometimes when she's in a withdrawn, darkened mood. She's very aware of herself though, and eats just enough to keep her body functioning and moving.
{{ ~ Eyes: The color of Fynn Hawking's eyes is very much like the color of her ancestors before her - the most resemblance goes to her grandfather, Archibald Willeim Hawking. Both of their eyes bear a quality almost unique to the Hawking family, which is a silvery gray coloring, almost the color of teal but not quite. The tone ranges from a darkish version of the coloring to a light silver (in the form of flecks) This coloring is almost very similar to the Greek goddess Athena, who is said to have silver eyes that portray wisdom. Fynn is calculating and cunning, which makes up for her lack of brute force and strength. Quite an accurate comparison.

☾☾ it's a peculiar thing - sometimes your exterior and your interior contrast without meaning to.

✒ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs
Fynn Maerr Hawking is peculiar in the sense that she has split personalities. Different personalities for the different types of people that she perceives to be different. As mentioned before (or not), Fynn has an uncanny sense of telling what type of person you are by the way you carry yourself or how you look and the way you dress. Of course though, most personalities contrast with the way a person looks just simply for the sake of appearing to be something you're not. However, if you're lucky sometimes your first impression of someone is exactly like their personality and then you have your perceiving dilemma solved. Anyways, back to subject.
Fynn Maerr Hawking is a girl of split personalities. She has a façade she puts up when she's around no one, boys, girls, or just different types of people she classifies in her brain.

For example, when Fynn is by herself, she's not talkative - well, of course you wouldn't be talkative if there was no one to talk to - or emotional. In fact, her face is a mask of nothing - all her emotion and thoughts are packed up in her brain but not shown unless she allows them to flow out. She loves to lie there on her bed and think. Think about the world, and think about things that could be possible, and wonder about the impossible. She very much likes fancying herself to be a philosopher, like Aristotle or Socrates, or Confucius. She loves figuring out strategies and plans, laying them out in her brain like a mental blueprint. She's a thinker - talkative inside her head, but almost silent on the outside (when she wants to be, of course). One of her main strengths in thinking is of fighting and battle strategies - even considering the fact that she lacks strength and size. Her brain makes up for more than half of it. Fynn loves studying the ways of Sun Tzu and how many famous philosophers/thinkers operate - she doesn't exercise her physical body, but gives her mind quite a workout everyday, just lying down and looking at the ceiling, asking herself the impossible and trying to figure out answers to things.

As for when she's around other people, she does try to be more talkative, but if she's around strangers, she becomes more than quiet. She stays stone silent until she warms up to them by how they show themselves to her. No one really knows it when they meet Fynn Hawking, but she's always watching and observing you in the way you talk, eat, walk, act, and look. All of these factors add up together to show her whether you're trustworthy or not. As is known universally: "You can't trust anyone." Once she gets to know you, she opens up a lot more. She starts talking and leading conversations - she'll let you into your life. But Fynn is a one-time only girl - if you break her trust once, she'll never trust you again.

At first glance, Fynn might seem a quiet little girl - you could call her a weakling. The one thing you should know is that even though she might seem mellow and self-composed (which is true for most of the time) she has a temper. One that - if you push her too far - will explode and ignite, setting fire to everything around her. She's almost impossible to stop once she's made angry, whatever the cause of her fury. She'll keep going until she decides herself to calm down and compose herself. She'll never just lie there and be a wimpy little girl just because other people perceive her that way. When she gets fired up, she will stand up for herself and anything that is right. However, luckily for those who choose to be in her company, she does try her hardest to stay calm all of the time. There's always a little seed in her heart that is ready to burst forth though, so try not to push her buttons. She has some major pet peeves. First of all, she hates it when people are insensitive of others and don't use the brain that was given so gracefully to them. She respects intelligence and cunning so much, she almost loathes it when people are thoughtless or not sensible with their lives. For example, she has no idea why people would actually go and personally choose to waste their lives on smoking, alcohol, and other things besides. It disturbs her and she chooses to stay away from those things. She hates crowds of random strangers more than anything. They're loud, they're annoying, and some of them are smelly and sweaty. Not to say that she never gets like that, but she prefers to stay cool and comfortable, and you already know that she's not the loudmouth type.

When Fynn Hawking gets in one of her dark moods, it's not really any use trying to communicate or talk to her. She'll be withdrawn and stay inside, or get outside and go to a quiet place where she knows no one will bother her. With Fynn, there's no knowing, because she's not the type to voice her fears or her feelings. She'll let you figure it out for yourself by analyzing her. She doesn't really understand that some people are not like her and aren't withdrawn, but she doesn't really care. Fynn is very independent and self-reliant, therefore she technically doesn't need the companionship of others, but because she is a human and it is human nature to want companionship, she chooses to allow some close friends to be with her. They should know when she's in a mood though. What she knows is a true friend is if the person leaves her alone when she wants to be alone, but she knows that she can trust her fully and count on her. As for the opposite gender, Fynn doesn't exactly allow men to control her just because of the fact that she's unapproachable at times and some men choose not to talk or hang out with her. The boys that do remain true to her and keep trying will more than likely be rewarded with her friendship - she doesn't just become friends with everyone and if you keep trying with her, one day she will eventually crack. You only have to have the endurance and perseverance to keep up with her.

☾☾ the heritage of the Hawking family may not be significant to others, but it's significant to me.

✒ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɢᴇ & ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Of everyone in her family, Fynn is the closest to her father, but bears most resemblance to her grandfather, Archibald Willeim Hawking. They have exactly the same eyes, and some people say the same personalities. Archibald was a thinker as well, very much like his granddaughter, even though he's never met her. They have the same tempers - Fynn is almost an exact copy of Archibald Hawking, except for the fact that she is a girl and they've never met each other, which is actually quite uncanny. Her father's full name is Finnigan Colin Hawking, and you could say that Fynn was named after him, but she never knew whether it was true or not and didn't bother to ask. They are very close because they spend much of their time together in a quiet place, contemplating their lives and asking each other queer questions. Archibald Willeim, Finnigan Colin, and Fynn Maerr are the philosophers of the family, and Fynn hopes to see her children (if she does have them) will be very much like their forefathers. Fynn is proud of her family heritage and wouldn't give it up for the world - she was born and raised in England - in the Hawking Manor, which her father inherited from Fynn's great great grandfather, Lewis Icaron Hawking. She holds that place close to her heart. Her heritage and family line is a rich and strong one - she has all the names that she has been told about by heart and can date most of her ancestor's years of living. She likes to keep these close to mind as possible - it's the only way she feels really close to her family even when she's not with them.

Now, on to her history. Fynn's history is not one she really likes to dwell upon, but in the dark reaches of night, memories will come rushing back to her and no amount of her brain power will be able to stop them replaying behind the blackish screens of her eyelids. As a child, she was raised as a "proper English girl," sitting with posture and drinking tea the correct way. She hated that lifestyle, and her father pitied her as well - they would stay up together at night when everyone else was asleep and discuss things as if she was an adult his age as well. She had an impeccable amount of knowledge for a child her age, and her mother - Delilah Agora Hawking didn't like it as much. She was a very tyrannical mother, and a traditional one too. Fynn hated the way she displayed herself, and how she didn't really seem to care for Fynn. So when Fynn turned the age of 16, she decided enough was enough and set out on her way, her mind set on traveling the world by herself without the restricting boundaries her mother set for her. Since then, she's never seen her mother, but from time to time, she'll secretly travel back to Hawking Manor and visit her father in secret, giving him her delightful stories from all around the world and hiding around the house until she's ready to leave again, and will start traveling to all the different places she hasn't visited yet. As mentioned before, she is a very independent girl and she likes her freedom.

☾☾ my voice isn't always heard, but life has an uncanny ability to get everyone involved, whether they like it or not.

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{{ ~ Skills: The brainpower of one person is extremely powerful. Fynn's brain is extremely strong and she's cunning. She relies on strategy and brains to get her out of trouble and fix messes - sometimes she even perceives brute force as dumb and senseless. She is like a night owl - silent and intelligent. She can creep and sneak and run around like it's nothing and no one will hear or catch her unless she wants to be heard/caught. She studies everything around her and uses her environment to her advantage. She'll use all of her brainpower and mental training to help her with difficult situations and she's good at it as well.
{{ ~ Disadvantages: Because Fynn is so withdrawn and quiet, she finds it hard to communicate with other people, and that can be a problem if the dilemma that she is facing requires teamwork. She can't interact well with others, and that could be a potential problem in the future. In addition, she isn't all that strong at all. With tasks that require strength and force, she is at a huge disadvantage. Her brain is the one part of her body that is exercised - yes, she is lithe and fast, but that can only get you so far. She does ponder this sometimes, but she tries not to dwell on it for the sake of making her stressed and anxious.
{{ ~ The 5 Senses: Like the silvery, razor-color of her eyes, Fynn's eyesight is as sharp as a knife. She can also hear very well too - she has adopted the senses of a night owl and they are her favorite animal to study. She's quick on her feet and flees and the first sight of danger, unless there is something she can use to her advantage to defeat the danger that she's facing. All of Fynn's 5 senses are sharp and refined, but she is more of an evader than an attacker. It's just not her style.
{{ ~ Theme Song: Crystallize, by Lindsey Stirling.

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--- reserved for my charrie. Deciding between Emmie and someone else. gah, I am such a fail.

edit; I can add more if needed, her name is Emme Arabella Rose, but that's obvi.

today you are you,
that is truer than true.
there is no one alive,
who is youer than you.

full name: emme arabella rose
pronunciation: ehm/ bele
meanings: emme means 'entire'
while belle is the name her father
gave her.
goes by: emmie, m&m's, emme
gender: female
age: eighteen years old.
sexuality: straight
family: parents - jessamine and daniel
younger sister - Catherine
younger sister - Tanya

"Mr. Rose? You may come in know." the nurse told the young man, he was about twenty years old. Not old enough to be a father, not nd enought at all. But he and his girlfriend didn't care, she wanted to keep the baby for any means necessarily. The man stepped into the room and saw her smiling,the news was good. He could also tell by the bundle of sheets she was holding. "Jessaline, I don't know what to say." he muttered. Jessaline St. Thomas smiled, "It's a girl." her face was light up and so was his. A little bundle of joy, yes you could say that about the little girl who just was given life. Jessaline looks confident, knowing everything would turn out perfect, but Henry was a bit nervous, he didn't expect it to really happen, but running wasn't his style. "What do you want to name her Jess?" he asked her. She shook her head. "I don't know, I hadn't had time to think. Bianca after my sister? Emma after my aunt?" she replied. Daniel smiled, "Now, where'd your fantasy go, love. I though you were an artist." she mused. It was true, Jessaline St. Thomas worked at a designer studio in town. She loved to paint and all that good stuff. "Oh, shut up." she told her boyfriend, but then a thought came to her mind, "How about Emme?" Daniel looked at her as if saying 'are you serious'. But then looked at his new born daughter, he could see her being an Emme and then nodded. "Emme Arabella Rose, it has a ring to it." he muttered and then looked Emme into the eye, she was beautiful, just like her mother. He could see himself starting a family in her shinny brown eyes. And so they did. After a year of dating off&on, trying to keep stuff together, they decided to make it official. It was a sunny day, it really was. March 18th everything came together and a family was created.

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((FUUUU-I feel horrid making ANOTHER girl. ._. Sorry..))

It Just Isn't My Day / Why Are You Staring? / Hm.
If I was not myself and you were someone else;
I'd say so much to you.

{ Valkyrie } . { Female } . { 20 Years } . { Oddball }

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Valkyrie Faith Osborn Her first name is Scandinavian for 'Chooser of the Slain'. As for her middle and last name. Her parents just wanted to make her name seem less.. frightening.

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Val, Faith Simplified version of her own name or even her middle name.

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Female Quite obvious from the way she carries and presents herself.

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20 years Just reaching a crisp age.

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Absent The way Valkyrie carries herself gives off an aura of fright. She's sickly looking and it gives most people a shudder just looking at her. Her face is nearly always blank and her skin is so pale you can almost see straight through it. Her lower lip and tore and cracked from the constant pressure she applies to it with her teeth and her eyes always hold this eerie, haunted look.

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Lanky Val is nearly underweight and she has no muscle at all. Her body is mostly skin and bones and most people can recognize that the moment they see her. Her elbows stick out of her arms and her fingers are long and spidery; perfect for a childhood full of instruments. Yet there were no instruments. Val uses her long fingers to reach things in tiny spaces and dig around in the dirt. Val's collar bone is a protruding line in the middle of her chest that makes it pain-strikingly obvious that she's a stick. Val isn't the beautiful kind of thin either; it's almost haunting, either way, it's an offsetting feature.

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Dual Oddly enough, Valkyrie's eyes are both different colors. One is a bright, icy blue, the other a deep hazel.

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"Curious" Valkyrie doesn't know the meaning of personal space or fear. More often then not, if she sees a person, she'll follow just out of reach and creep up on them slowly and steadily. When she's close enough she usually begins to throw around words based on appearance, sound or some other first impression. Val is usually harsh with her words, not caring or even realizing she's hurting people. It's as if she has no sense of emotions within other humans and she's just saying the first nonsense that comes to mind. Once she gets past her awful introductions Val tends to do the opposite of anything the person wants of her. Even if before she states she'll leave and then the person agrees she'll just flat out say no. She loves to mess with people and see them irritated, even if it doesn't show up on her face.

When it comes to objects or scenarios Valkyrie has never experienced she's extremely curious. She'll get right up to the situation and ask questions and investigate. She's known to spout her mouth at everything and anything. It's all just a game to the girl and to other's she's been found aggravatingly annoying. Some people have even come to call her mental.

Val also frequently sees things. There are tears all over her arms from the times she's seen something like bug in her skin and tried to tear them out. This is just about the only time you can get any emotion from Valkyrie. She panics and screams, telling everyone that something is going to happen. Her terrifying visions come from anything and can be anything. They can be the bugs under her skin or just a simple thunderstorm.

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Bugs Valkyrie is known for picking up random bugs and speaking to them and even showing them off to others around her.

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Shoes Valkyrie is often seen running around barefoot through the dirt and water. Usually her legs are half caked it dried mud.
Tight Clothes Claustrophobia is apparently something Val is gripped by.

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It Varies Val's fears vary based on her "visions". One moment she isn't afraid of anything, the next the ground under her feet is the scariest thing she's ever seen.

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Visions These visions of her's can happen at any moment and they're unpredictable. When they do happen they take over Val's entire state of being not allowing her to do anything but focus on that vision.
Fearlessness The moments when Val isn't gripped by a vision she still isn't safe. She can be so fearless that she'll walk into the biggest, most obvious trap in the world.

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Reflexes Val may be a death waiting to happen but her reflexes are stunning. She can avoid things without even realizing it's coming though that isn't a frequent happening.
Sneaking Val is a professional rogue. /winkwink

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[I'm too lazy to create a new character, so here's my copy/paste introvert kleptomaniac-ish guy. yeah.]

n a m e | Rodney Locke. Short and simple, he doesn't have a middle name since his parents never decided on one. Heck, they didn't want to put much thought into his first name. Though all names have a meaning, there's really nothing special about it. It was his dad's middle name, and the easiest choice. If people don't call him Rodney, he normally responds to Ronnie. Most people don't call him anything different.

a g e| Rodney's currently twenty-two years old.

g e n d e r | Male, obviously.

d e s c r i p t i o n | Rodney wouldn't consider himself ugly, or gorgeous, and put in simpler terms, he'd see an average looking person in the mirror. Looks do concern him, though not in the way it would other people. He tries to stay presentable yet not cast too much attention on himself.

Rodney stands around five foot, ten inches. Rather short, he's can still taller than most women, at least. He only weighs around one hundred and forty, possibly forty-five, pounds. Despite having lean muscles, the man is still kind of thin, and built like a runner. Dark brown hair. It's easy to mistake it for black, but that just isn't true. He keeps it cut short and manageable. Actually, he did attempt to grow it out once. Probably wasn't his best idea, and he hasn't done it again since. It's naturally straight, and doesn't take a lot of work to control. His eyes are about as dark as his hair. They blend in with his features rather than stand out, and don't draw attention the way blue or green eyes would. His skin is light, and able to get a decent tan. It's never that nice golden orange, instead turning a brown color. Rodney keeps his face clean shaven, usually only letting a faint trace of a mustache show. As for scars, he's got quite a few. Most of them aren't worth mentioning, and the stories wouldn't interest anyone. As for piercings and tattoo's, he's got none.

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p e r s o n a l i t y | Rodney's the kind of guy you might look over in a room full of people. Nothing about him really stands out physically, so why would you pay any attention to him? Then he says something and you turn around, suddenly aware he's there. That's how he works, staying out of the picture until he see's a reason to say or do something. It makes things a lot easier, like getting in and out of a place undetected. And it's not because he's shy or awkward. No, the guy has that quiet confidence that comes out when he's doing a job. Rodney just likes to hang back and let people be people. He nonchalantly watches and listens to the things going on around him and stores away the details. They usually come in handy down the line anyway. Besides, what kind of thief would he be if he was oblivious to the world around him? Rodney's so use to being observant that it comes naturally to him, and works well with his natural curiosity. People amuse him. However, when he's left out of the loop, he can get irritated. Knowing important things keeps you a step ahead of the game, and you might as well play to win, right?

Rodney can't stand to loose. At all. He feels good when he beats people in sports, or at anything, really, and winning can be a really motivational force in his life. Life might as well be a game anyway. In one way or another, you're competing with other people. He just takes it a step further by taking what he wants. Being competitive gives him a strong drive to succeed, and Rodney will notice if you're getting in his way. Aside from that, he has a 'just do it' kind of mentality. It takes hard work to get what you want, and even more to make the right people notice you and fly under everyone else's radar. At the same time, he also takes advantage of any and every opportunity. It's not like they come everyday, right? Taking all of that into consideration, Rodney does whatever he does in order to give himself a better chance.

Rodney likes to keep himself busy, mainly with work. Standing around doing nothing bothers him to no end. Actually, it does more than bother him. Rodney feels uncomfortable when he has nothing to do, and tends to do small things repeatedly, like running his hand through his hair, tapping his foot, messing with his jacket. His normally calm mood can change, and just the thought of being bored can mess with his head. To combat all of that, he goes running in the mornings and spends a lot of time at his legal job when his other profession is at a stand still. Of coarse, that job never really quits, as there's always something waiting to be stolen. He's prone to nabbing small things when no one's paying attention, like gum, or taking something as expensive as jewelry. Anything he can stuff in his pockets or eat. Rodney can go a week without really paying for food, though it isn't something he does often. Taking things like food and items off of people is more or less a reflex for him.

When confronted, Rodney relies on evasion rather than fighting back. He'll use force if necessary, and he isn't exactly a horrible fighter, but who wouldn't be able to take down a five foot ten guy who lacked any formal training? Instead, he dodges their attacks and finds the closest exit. It's not even worth trying as far as he's concerned. Rodney takes some pride in his endurance and speed, having written off brute strength a long time ago. He does go running whenever he get's the chance, and uses it as a way to focus. Plus, there's always a good feeling associated with outrunning your opponents, or jumping a fence faster than they could throw a punch. If a fight is inevitable, Rodney doesn't run away. That's what guns are for.

Being the way he is, Rodney isn't the biggest talker. He isn't out to make people feel bad about themselves or build people up. He prefers to have a reason to go up and make conversation with people. His form of a hello is usually a nod, skipping formalities unless they're absolutely necessary. Rodney hates small talk, and will make his point quickly. That's not to say he hates talking in general. He just doesn't like mindless talking. He'd rather have something to say, an actual point that people should hear. It's common for him to tune out what people say. Then again, that can also happen when he get's distracted. Anyway, to sum all of that up, Rodney's an introvert. Naturally relaxed, he doesn't feel a need to converse/interact with people, but likes to be around them. It leads people to think he's rude, but that's not the case. He's simply independent and to-himself.

l i k e s | Drawing, running, being left alone, taking things, winning, action movies, having something to do, a drink every now and then.

d i s l i k e s | Nosy or very talkative people, emotional people, boredom, not knowing something important, loosing, being interrupted, when someone hits his elbow while he's writing/drawing.

h i s t o r y | [[eh, don't feel required to read this. I had too much muse that day.]] The product of his mother's second marriage, Rodney was born in America to American parents. Guess his mom decided to stay with her own nationality since it didn't work out with her Italian first husband. He didn't know his mom's first husband, and she never mentioned him or his half siblings. His dad was a good guy, though. A bit of a push over, actually, but good nonetheless. He got Rodney into drawing. It wasn't smooth sailing for long, though. His dad lost his teaching job thanks to the school's financial crisis, which also ended the art program Rodney was in. Now that his after school art classes were gone, that time was spent at home, alone, while both parents searched for work. They figured it out eventually, both landing jobs. They weren't the best, unfortunately, resulting in long shifts and coming home late, exhausted.

Rodney was in the sixth grade at this point. All the extra time to himself gave him drive to find new things to do. He'd draw or just go outside and walk around the neighborhood. He could count his close friends on one hand, and it didn't even add up to five. It never bothered him until he ran out of things to do. Then he'd go find them and hang out, try things his parent's wouldn't like. And that's how it was for the next few years. The money never improved and Rodney just went with the flow. His home situation never effected his social life until he got into high school and people commented on his cheap shoes, or he couldn't afford to go to the same places as his friends. It sucks, being excluded because of things you can't control. He still kept the same few friends, but they hung out a little less. Being an impressionable kid, he didn't want to get left out because of money. When the school had them selling candy, Rodney took the money he earned, and stole candy from other kid's boxes to make up for it. He wasn't very smooth with it, getting caught by kids sometimes, but he still walked away with a little cash everyday.

Then his dad got laid off and the situation became worse. His parents decided to send Rodney to live with his half brother while they got themselves together. In reality, they just didn't want Rodney to know they were splitting up. With the stress of working and never seeing each other, they decided there was no point in staying together. No divorce, no papers, as soon as Rodney moved out they packed their bags and went their separate ways. Living with his half brother, Zack, wasn't any different than being at home. Zack was a sophomore in college and spent most of his time attempting to sneak into the girls dorm room. The only reason he had his own apartment was because he thought 'chicks would dig it'. Something like that. Away from his friends and his old high school, he spent more time with old habits; running, drawing, walking around the city. He got a job to kill time and hid his paychecks in his drawer. What was he going to buy with it anyway? When you take away the people who had some kind of attachment to money, it didn't seem like such a strong factor in his life.

That is, until Rodney met a girl at work. He swept up at a tattoo studio at night, hanging around during the day to watch the artist work. His old habit of stealing had never really gone away, just refined itself now that he was older. As he was watching a customer grind her teeth because of pain, a girl came in to get a tattoo - a back piece that took multiple days - and she noticed him in the corner. Everyday she came in she'd look over at him, but neither of them actually said anything to each other. Then one day she walked right over to him while he was sitting on a stool and threw out her hands as if to say 'what'. He just shrugged. She asked him why he was always hanging around, a conversation sparked, and they got to know each other as the weeks passed. Turns out she was two years older than him, pursuing an English major, and debating whether or not to call her father who left when she was a baby. A success story, she called herself. With nothing else to get tattooed on her body and school in the way, she visited less often.

It'd be a lie to say Rodney wasn't a little disappointed. Still, he let it go and eventually stopped counting the days between her visits. When he graduated high school he got an opportunity to tattoo somebody. The best artist there, a guy named Frank, had seen Rodney draw and thought he deserved a shot. Plus, he wasn't going to college any time soon. Maybe not at all. It was slow at first, but he got better, his pay increased, and that money saved up now had a purpose - getting his own apartment. His half brother was fine, a no-show actually, but when he stopped paying the rent the landlord was ready to come after Rodney, not his half brother. He packed his stuff, even taking some of the nicer items his brother had in the apartment, and left. He finally got his own place, and while he wasn't allowed as many clients, the nineteen year old was fine with his place in the studio.

And she came back. What had it been, almost a year? Months? Her hair was dyed brown, she had another tattoo, but otherwise looked the same. They sat and talked like old times, a little less now that Rodney had upgraded from sweeping to tattooing people. She was still in college, and called her dad. To this day he doesn't remember what happen between her and her dad, but it ended with her in tears and staying at his place that night. And the next. Then she staying longer and they weren't just acting like friends anymore. It felt good to have one person he actually wanted to be around, and for a while it was great. He was working, she was in school. The time apart wasn't too bad. When he woke up one day, she was already gone and heading to school. She'd left her bag on the ground. Sleepily bending down to pick it up, he ended up dropping it and watching the contents spill out. Money, cards, jewelry, all sorts of things. Rodney found himself frozen as he watched the items all over the ground. If it was anyone else he wouldn't even have to think about this.

But habits don't die easily. Rodney grabbed the money off the floor and stashed it away. Why? He didn't know, didn't need the money. But it was done and over with. He put the rest of her stuff in her bag and put it on the side table. A few minutes later she came back, laughing about how she forgot her bag. Rodney laughed with her. Kissed her goodbye. Got dressed, went to work. She was home before him, telling him a story about how she could have sworn she had money in her bag. Rodney shrugged, lied, told her she probably misplaced or spent it. She agreed with him.

Why didn't he feel bad? Rodney's habit was getting worse the longer she stayed with him. She had a habit of leaving things laying around. Things like money, jewelry, her mp3 player, food, all sorts of things. Even random things most people wouldn't notice, like a pen or stress ball. Only Rodney noticed. He noticed everything anyway, this wouldn't be anything different. He'd take things while she was gone, sometimes while her head was turned. It was a reflex. It wasn't his fault she wouldn't put things up. Then one day she came into their room while he was drawing. I feel bad for asking this, but... that's how she started. Followed by a lot of fake laughs and hand gestures. He fought not to tell her to just 'say it already' but kept his cool. Are you stealing my things? They keep going missing, and I'm not that messy. No. Blank face, relaxed body, he told her no. She just nodded and left.

Most people would get the hint and stop. Or at least take from strangers, not co workers and a girlfriend. Rodney had perfected it all, learning how to determine which people were the best to steal from. But everyone makes a mistake at one point. He randomly picked up her new ipod, a second away from putting it into his pocket, when she walked in and caught him. Yelling, crying, a lot of i trusted you thrown around. Rodney was ready to beg if he had to, after all, he did love this girl. Stealing was nothing personal, just something he did. Everybody has those things they do. She didn't want to hear it, packing up and moving out of the apartment. He followed her down the stairs, asking her to forgive him. It seems certain things can't be forgiven, though. She got a cab and left, blocked his number, never contacted him. Rodney went back to work mad as h-ll and ready to give up at the same time.

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c r u s h | Not at the moment.

o r i e n t a t i o n | Homosexual | Gay

s t a t u s | Single.

o t h e r | Nope.