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ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ ✯ Abigail Moreno
ɴ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ ✯ Abby
ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ ✯ Female
ᴀ ɢ ᴇ ✯ 18
ᴅ.ᴏ.ʙ ✯ May 24, 1995
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ✯ Straight

Meet Abigail, Abigail Moreno if we're having formal introductions. Oh well away with formalities, and to the point. Abigail meet this person, this person meet Abigail Ta-da! You have been introduced now onto a few basics. Abigail prefers being called Abby, just Abby. Not Gail, not Gabby, Abby and don't try to give her another nickname she doesn't approve of, it would spell a world of misery for you, afterwards. Abby is an average female, a girl, a young woman all of that. She considers herself quite fortunate for being a female of the human species, to be a guy is as she would say "so gross". Born on a fresh night of May 24, the young woman has barely become an "adult" at eighteen years of age and she is enjoying her somewhat "new-found" freedom and using it to her advantage. Abby though thinks of guys as weird, strange creatures put on Earth for reasons unknown, but she still finds them quite attractive. Maybe that is why they put them on earth. She is and always will be heterosexual, always liking the male gender.

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ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ✯ 5'4
ᴡ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ✯ 125 lbs
ʙ ᴜ ɪ ʟ ᴅ ✯ Small yet strong
ʜ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ✯ Rich Dark Brown
ᴇ ʏ ᴇ s ✯ Bright Chocolate Brown

Abigail is rather short, in terms of her who her family is. She stands at a mere 5'4 but that doesn't mean she likes being looked down at, as if you or another were some superior. Oh no, she hates, hates being belittled and give her the chance she will show you how wrong you were to belittle her in physical, or mental terms. For a short person, Abby must admit that she is ever so slightly overweight. Not everyone can be perfect can they? She knows of her weight in excess but to her it's one of those minor things that don;t have as much importance as other things like, spending good times. She may be small, but she's set heavily, so speed isn't her strong suit, she is however strong in more ways than one. Her rich brown hair cascades in long undulated curls down the length of her back and stop to rest just at about her hips, in a thick brown layer. Her eyes are bright and large, looking at everything with interest and knowledge in the depths of her brown orbs. Though not golden tanned to perfection, she is not very pale either settling in between both and happy with how she is.

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ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ✯ Seems Shy
ᴛ ᴡ ᴏ ✯ Friendly
ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ ✯ Loquacious
ғ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ✯ Excitable
ғ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ✯ Easily Annoyed
ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ✯ Rain; Friends;
Talking; Being Outdoors
ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ✯ Crowds; Pink
Annoying Sounds
ғ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ✯ Heights

First impressions can be good or bad, you can see a random stranger and think to yourself, "Oh that person looks fun" or "That person seems dark." Either way everyone makes a first impression when they first meet someone and meeting Abigail is no different. What does a first impression with her tell you? "This person is shy, quiet and reticent." And though you may be correct on this first chance meeting you may find yourself wishing your first impression was true when you really get to know Abby. She has a natural excitement that bubbles out with her big words which she uses often and all the time. Her mouth can run from her at times, going on and on and usually never knowing a limit until a force makes it stop. Abby is friendly and fun, love-able and she likes to spread her excitement with those around her. There is little that can get her down, everything to her has a fun or funny side she just has to look for it. But when one really does not exist, you will find angering her is as easy as turning the corner. Abigail tends to offend easily though she may not show it, she'll secretly hold the grudge acting as if nothing has happened before striking back without warning. She doesn't like to bend on her promises or what she thinks. Telling her she is wrong is like telling the King of who-knows-where that his plans are horrible and stink at best. Abigail is right, always right. Or at least in her mind it is, it will take lots of persuasion to change her mind or make her break her word. Though she may seem rather extreme, going from excited to angered in seconds Abby can settle calmly and peacefully. A quiet stroll, or something that involves shutting her mouth and listening, though not her strong suit, she will do it if at least to help a friend. Abigail enjoys walking in the rain and being outdoors, enjoying the simple beauty of nature all around. She loves to talk and be with friends as it may have already been seen. However, anything annoying, likes traffic and extremely loud sound she despises and will do anything to get out of the way. The color pink is a disgust to her and she would never wear it... like ever. Crowds and lots of people in close contact make her feel slightly claustrophobic so she tends to avoid that as well but she does not fear them. Abigail does fear heights. She despises the feeling of the ground leaving her feet and leaving her to plummet down to the solid earth, or that is what she thinks will happen if she goes somewhere high.

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ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ✯ Oldest of three
ᴛ ᴡ ᴏ ✯ Parents;;Married
ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ ✯ Heights
ғ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ✯ Dreams of Travel
ғ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ✯ Paris, France

Abigail was born to a "normal" family, being the eldest of three children she was the only female in the trio. She was raised in a quiet town, far away from the main hustle and bustle of the big cities in which he parents owned a few acres of land where they;d happily raise their own animals for consumption and profit. Abigail found herself helping out when she could, and if she didn't want to she was never forced to. The girl was well raised, her parents remained together and being their only daughter she has to admit she was given a few extra privileges which she thoroughly enjoyed. Not all of her time was spent at home, she'd go out and enjoy time with friends. On a special occasion she went out, she and her friends would be gone for about a week and she was loving life. They visited the main city and gaped in awe at the activity. Abigail was especially interested in the museums and theaters which they'd visit every night. During a special presentation, while enjoying the show Abigail leaned over the railing of the second level to get a closer look at what was going on, dared by a friend. Shrugging she did exactly that, and was softly pushed forward, the push was meant to be a simple scare, but Abby fell forward into the level below. She didn't suffer many physical injuries,just a broken leg and dislocated shoulder but she was emotionally scarred. Now the young woman cannot even go up to the second level in fear of a friendly prank sending her to the hospital for another weak of unconsciousness.

Abigail had always dreamed of traveling, the world so small yet so big at the same time to one person like herself. She had to meet other places, and she vowed to herself that she would. Wanting to make her own way for her travels, she used her families business but raised her own animals for profit until now. Now she can travel and first on her list is Paris.

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✍ > > > Uh... hi. My name's Kaylin Sierra Holton. Insert macho 'don't wear it out' quote here. It's pronounced 'k-ai-l-ih-n see-air-ah h-oh-l-tuhn'. People sometimes call me 'Kay' or 'Lin'. They're hilarious, really. I'm laughing on the inside. Don't make up a nickname for me, if I want one I'll tell you. I look about fourteen but I'm eighteen. Damn my shortness. I was brought into this 'wonderful' world on the eighteenth of October 1994; I was born in America but I have my dad's accent. Which is Irish. Call me a leprechaun, I dare you.
I'm a boy. No, seriously, my dad put 'girl' on my birth certificate as a joke. We laugh about it all the time.

Kaylin definitely isn't the tallest girl, barely touching five foot three. Basically, nearly everyone she meets towers over her. She has blonde hair, which falls in loose curls down to her shoulderblades. Her eyes are a bright, almost translucent blue that are intelligent, sharp, and always darting from place to place like a bird's. She's about 120 pounds, and a pleasantly curvy girl. She couldn't really care less about her weight- as long as she's happy with it, it's all good, right? She's not the sort of girl to change herself to please other people anyway, she's far too headstrong.

Kaylin's introverted. She likes her tea and she likes her typewriter (she's so hipster even she had to admit it) and she likes her alone time. She doesn't really get the concept of 'being nice', and in your first conversation she'll insult you subtly six or seven times then laugh at your anger when you finally figure it out. She's also very, very blunt. One thing you can expect from Kaylin is honesty. She'll tell you if that skirt makes you look horrible, but on the other hand she'll also tell you if that mascara makes your eyes look amazing. You can take things at face value. She's also a generous person; she loves the feeling of giving away. You'll always find her in charity shops, donating books or clothes she doesn't want anymore.

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Name:
My full name is Quentin Soren Adams, but for some reason, people like to call me Aviator. I'm not entirely sure why, but I like it. I think it might be because I want to be in the Air Force. I'm thinking of signing up for the Air Force. Some people also call me Pretty Boy, but I definitely prefer Aviator.
Quentin means "the fifth," and Soren means "strict" or "reddish brown hair." Because I'm definitely not strict and boring, I'm just going to assume I had reddish brown hair when I was a baby and it magically turned darker as I grew older, and that's why my middle name is Soren. It could be possible, though. I've never seen baby pictures of myself though. My first name makes sense though, because I was the fifth child born into a family. It's a big family, I know, but I never got to know them that much. I'll explain that to you later, though.

Gender:
Well, I'd hope you'd be able to tell that I'm a male, but if you need any clarification, I am indeed a sir.

Age:
I turned eighteen in February. My birthday is February 22nd, 1994, the same birthday as my dog, except fifteen years earlier.

Sexuality:
I'm as straight as a curly fry. I'm just kidding, I'm straight. Straighter than a pole that's bent. All right, enough with the joking. But seriously, I am 100% straight.

Height/Weight:
I'm exactly 6'5", which means I'm pretty tall. Whenever I'm around other people, I always feel like a giant, and I often make other people feel like a midget, especially if they're around five feet.
I weight about 175 pounds of pure muscle. It may sound like a lot, but you've got to take into consideration my height, and the fact that most of those pounds are definite muscle. My BMI is 20.7, which is almost exactly in the middle range for people of my height.

Heritage:
I'm British, Irish, French, Australian, Dutch, German, Scandinavian, Swedish, and I'm actually 1/16 Native American. I've got this really cool accent that's a blend between a British and an Australian accent, because that's what my parents were. My mom was mainly British and my dad was mostly Australian. I got all the other stuff from my grandparents and great grandparents and great great grandparents, and all my other really old ancestors. You get the picture.

Appearance:
I'm not sure about what you think, but people, especially the girls, love to chat about how attractive I am. I never really think about my appearance, and I don't examine myself in the mirror a lot because I'm a guy, but I guess I am kind of good-looking.
I've got dark, chocolate-brown hair that I like to style into spiky kind of hairdo. It's not like a bunch of little, gelled spikes like a hedgehog, but this large spike kind of like Zayn Malik from One Direction. It doesn't take much effort to style it, though. I just have to get it wet, put a little hair gel in it and smooth it over my forehead, and then blow dry it at a certain angle so it sticks up. And then, when it fully air-dries, it'll get all perfect and nice, ready for the day. I suppose some people might say my hair is high-maintenance or something, and sure, I do make sure to get the best hair products for it, and sure, I do spend time on it in the morning, but it's always less than ten minutes. And that is like a second compared to how long some girls I've dated have spent just brushing their hair, not even including how long it takes them to shower, blow dry and style it, and then smear raccoon face makeup all over their faces. My hair tends to change colors too, ranging from light brown to dark brown, depending on the amount of light reflecting off of it. However, it manages to remain a shaggy mess whenever I forget to brush or style it.
If I had to choose a favorite part about myself, it would definitely be my eyes. I know plenty of girls who have went on dates with me because they love my eyes. I have to admit, I do have beautiful eyes. They tends to change colors, especially with the seasons and the sunlight. In the summer, they're a blue-green turquoise color. In the spring, they turn a bit darker so they're a rich cobalt. And in the winter, they turn such a dark blue that they're indigo. Finally, in autumn, they're a glowing sea green. And those color changes are in regular lighting. In really bright sunlight, they always turn almost neon, and if it's dark enough, they can turn this silvery gray color that's kind of sparkly. But most of the time, they change according to the seasons. Where I am right now, in Switzerland, where it's cold and snowy, there probably won't be as much sunlight, so my eyes might be darker than normal. People always like to talk about my eyes, and a lot of people, guys and girls alike, are jealous of them. Apparently, my eyes are brooding, or so say all my friends. Girls say they like to look at my eyes because they're really soulful and expressive, and that I'm kind of an open book where my eyes are concerned.
My second favorite part about myself would probably be my scar. It's on the left side of my face, under my eye and across my cheekbone. I've had it for a while, since I was a little kid. I got it when I was five years old, I think. I climbed onto my roof and jumped onto my trampoline. Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared for how high I would go from jumping at that height, and I ended up crashing into a tree after bouncing on the trampoline only once. It was pretty hardcore, and I'm lucky I only got that scar as a keepsake from that incident. The entire left side of my face was bloody, and I had to go to the emergency room. The doctors were so great they kept my pretty boy face and minimized the damage to only the scar I have now. I had to get stitches there, which is the main reason why I still have the scar. I don't think it'll ever heal or go away, and I don't really want it to. I always thought it looked kind of cool.
People really love my smile, too. They say that my smile is friendly, warm, and infectious. I've got one of those crooked grins. My crooked smile is famous in my old high school, which I just graduated from. It makes girls squeal, and I've experienced it first-hand every day. Whenever I flashed my famous crooked grin at any random girl passing in the hallway, she's squeal in excitement, delight, whatever. I don't really know why. I think it's because my eyes crinkle up and the smile lights up my entire face, or so I've been told. My best female friend said that whenever I smiled, crooked or not, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside and my white teeth and broad smile lit up the room better than the sun or any other light.
All the girls like to say I have an amazing body. Sure, I work out, and sure, I've got abs. A lot of them, in fact. I'm pretty sure I have an eight pack, and I'm working on my ten pack. I don't really like showing them off, but I take my shirt off when I'm swimming or I'm walking around the house and it's hot or something. I find it kind of weird when other guys show off their muscles or abs or something. The only reason I care about my body so much is because I've got to stay really fit from all the sports I play. The girls also like my tattoo, which is on my right arm. To be exact, it's on my extremely buff bicep, but for some reason, I don't really like the word bicep, so I try to avoid saying it.
I try to keep my face clean-shaven, but sometimes I get too lazy to shave and I grow a bit of stubble. Or a lot. But it never turns into a full-grown beard. I don't like having facial hair, but stubble I can deal with. I don't mind stubble. And apparently stubble makes me look manly, or so a few girls have told me. I never knew girls liked stubble. I only ever had stubble because the razor is just so far away sometimes... But I do make an effort to my face clean. Kind of. It all really depends on how lazy I'm feeling. I've got plenty of other things to do that are more fun than shaving, and they're definitely more important.

Personality:
I don't really like describing myself. But I'd have to say I'm a pretty easygoing guy, or at least I try to be. People say I'm very laid-back, and I'm kind of happy-go-lucky. I take things in stride and I handle things well. My personality is often compared to a dog, mainly a golden retriever, or any other large dog breeds. But it almost always comes down to golden retriever. I can be lazy and calm when I want to be, but I'm also pretty energetic and athletic. I have to be, because I play just about every sport there is. I play football, or soccer for the Americans, cricket, rugby, which is similar to football, tennis, basketball, polo, badminton, boxing, boating and canoeing, swimming, and I'm also a jockey, because I've got to be good with horses to play polo. I have to say, football is my favorite. I've been playing football since I was five years old, the same age I got the scar. The other sports kind of came along later, with rugby being the second, starting when I was seven years old. I've been swimming and playing basketball since I was nine, and I've been riding horses since I was twelve. I didn't start polo and professional horse racing until this year though, even though my experience with horses is a lot deeper than less than a year. Ever since I moved to America with the Greene family, I've started up American football and baseball. The other sports, I've only had a few years experience with, but I still find them fun to play.
I also have a lot of experience shooting guns, and I often go to a shooting range for target practice to polish up my skills and to just have fun. I'm experienced in all forms of combat, from with a gun, to hand-to-hand, to even fighting with a knife. I've even gotten training with a sword, mainly in fencing with a rapier, but I can still handle myself with an actual, honest-to-goodness sword.
Like I was saying earlier, I'm mostly a relaxed guy, especially when I'm feeling tired or lazy. I'm pretty enthusiastic and friendly when I'm fully awake, though. I'm very loyal, and I always stick up for my friends. Whenever they're feeling down or something, I always try and comfort them, and it normally works. I've been told I'm very persuasive, and I'm also a great listener. And if any of my friends are ever having any trouble with anyone, you can bet the farm that I'll go deal with whoever is giving them a hard time, even if I have to resort to physical to violence. I never like getting in fights, but I'd beat up the entire world if it meant keeping my friends safe.
People say I've got a great sense of humor. It's pretty easy to make me laugh, and I can make other people laugh just as easily as well. A lot of my friends say that I've got an infectious laugh that's just as bright as my smile. People always love to compliment me on my easy, breezy, lighthearted sense of humor. I think sometimes it's just because I do stupid things without meaning to be funny, but sometimes I can really get some people chuckling, and it makes me feel a lot better about myself. I love to make others laugh, and I love to see other people happy, especially if I care about them.
I never really thought of myself as really intelligent, only athletic and a real jock. I got decent marks in school, but those were only average. I pride myself on having a lot of common sense, though, and personally, I value logic and common sense over just book smarts. I know how to handle myself and I know what I'm doing, which is good enough for me.
One of the things I do that challenges my brain is that I love to read. I read all the time, but I'm not really a nerd. I just love a good book. I'm kind of picky about my books though, and I have yet to find a better series than Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. I also like The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, and I've watched all the movies. Percy Jackson is pretty awesome too, and if you think I'm too old for these kinds of books, then you're the old person.
I also love to watch movies, and I might pull an odd movie reference. I've gotten a lot better at holding them in, though, but I apologize if I let one slip occasionally.
I play the drums, and I love to play them. I was in the school jazz band and marching band, and I was probably the best drummer there. I can also play guitar really well, but I'm definitely more into the drums. It'd be fun to have my own band, but I've got bigger plans than just staying in a garage with a band scrounged up by bored teenagers.
I've always wanted to join the military. People say I've got the personality for it, and that I've definitely got the body. I've built up a lot of strength, stamina, and speed from all the sports I play. I also bike a lot, and I take my pet dog for a walk every day. But being physically fit and active isn't the only requirement. I'm pretty stubborn, but I prefer the word determined. Once I get started on something, I don't stop. You could say it's a good quality, but my headstrong attitude towards achievement has gotten me in trouble quite a few times. I don't like backing down. I'm also really brave. Of course, you could call my courage blind stupidity as well, because I tend to charge into things with no caution. However, my logic will usually win over, and I can think things through before jumping. I don't scare easily, and the last time I was scared was when I was little, and it happened. I'll tell you later when I explain my history.
Before I graduated, I was really popular. You could argue I was the most popular guy in the school. All the ladies wanted to date me, and all the guys wanted to be me. I was friends with everybody, and nobody disliked me or hated me. I was pretty much the king of the school, but I didn't go about strutting like a peacock. I was popular because I'm a good guy. Everyone liked me because I'm nice to everybody. I'm not a slave driver or something. I was just a regular guy who happened to play a whole boatload of sports and can play the drums and guitar and I'm really attractive. So yeah, I was just another student. I just somehow rose to the top of the food chain without meaning to. I never really asked to popular. I didn't step on people to struggle my way up an extremely high and impossible ladder. I just kind of... was myself.
A lot of people like my voice. I have a unique accent. It's a hybrid of a British and an Australian accent. I think I mentioned it before. My friends say it sounds velvety and smooth, like creamy melted chocolate. It's an odd simile, but it honestly fits my voice. I guess I just have a velvety, chocolaty smooth voice with an awesome accent.
I tend to blush a lot. If I get nervous or embarrassed, I will definitely blush. I turn so bright red, it just makes me even more embarrassed. Girls think it's cute when I blush, but I hate it. It makes me feel more self-conscious than when I started out.
One thing you should know is that I'm a huge procrastinator. I always tend to leave things at the last minute, mainly because I feel I do better under pressure. I can handle pressure, no sweat. I'm also just really lazy sometimes, especially if it comes to work. I'm very messy, but I find it easier to find things if you have your own kind of system. Of course, my system is pretty much the result of a hurricane that swept through my house, but whatever.
If you haven't noticed by now, you would definitely notice if you ever talked to me. I have ADHD. Attention deficit hyperactive disorder. Apparently it used to be called ADD, without the "hyperactive" in the name, but whatever. I don't really know. Or care. All I know is that it makes me always want to be moving, and that's why I'm so energetic. It's why I talk so much and I'm always so happy. I don't like sitting down. So I don't like going to class. Because they make me sit down and stare at a board for almost an hour. I can't handle that. I take my pills, sure, and yes, my ADHD would be a lot worse without my medication, but I'm still like a puppy on a caffeine high. It's also why I play so many sports, because they help tire me out and calm me down. And I talk a lot because that gives me something to do. And plus I like people and new friends. My happiness is like a fuel to my ADHD. So I'm active, both physically and socially, to try and handle it.
People say I'm really easy to talk to, and that I have a good heart. Overall, I'm laid-back and easygoing, but I'm also energetic and athletic. I'm very fit, and I'm also brave and I have good common sense. I have a lighthearted, great sense of humor that's breezy and contagious. I can definitely take care of myself too, that's for sure.

Style:
I admit it. I'm a guy and I wear skinny jeans. They're not super tight, but they're not super loose. I just don't like sagging my jeans so much my butt hangs out, but I like them to hang off my hips comfortably. So skinny jeans fit those requirements perfectly. I guess I'm kind of a casually preppy dresser. I like dark denim skinny jeans, nothing too bright and colorful - I'll save all the oddly colored pants for the ladies - and T-shirts. I also like flannel shirts, because I think they're soft. Khaki shorts and sports shorts are my kind of thing during the warmer seasons. I mean, I want to look nice, but not so formal like how some people dress. I'm just kind of casual, but I'm still a little bit preppy. It's that kind of style.
I've got these awesome sunglasses that look like hipster shades. Unfortunately, I won't be able to wear them much since it's cold and it's snowing outside. I've never seen anyone wear sunglasses in the winter time, so I'll have to put those away until summer. If I'm going to be wearing a hat, it's going to be a beanie or a baseball cap that's backwards.
In the cold, I like to wear a sweater that my adopted mother made for me. It's navy blue, with red and white decorations. Some people might think there's too much going on in the sweater, but I love it all the same.
I've got these awesome shoes that are bright red. And I mean, eye-blinding, impossible bright, neon red shoes. It's intense. I've also got another pair of sneakers that are jet-black, with silver streaks on the sides. Those two are my favorites. I've got plenty more sneakers, and they're literally the only type of shoes that I wear. No boots, no sandals, nope. Nothing but legit sneakers.

Romance/Exes:
Well, I don't really know how to describe this. I guess I was kind of a player, without meaning to. It's just that everybody wanted to date me in high school, so all the girls would always ask me to go out with them. You know, take them to a movie, go to the dance with them, something like that. And well, a lot of the time it didn't work out because she just wasn't the right girl. I'm not sure I'll ever find the right girl at this rate, because I'm an unintentional player. I just can't say no to people, especially if they're asking me out, because then they get angry, sad, or offended, or all three. And that would just make me feel really bad.
The first real girlfriend I had was in my freshman year. Her name was Alex, and she was really pretty, sweet, and smart. I can still feel her warm touch and smell her freshly shampooed blonde curls. It lasted until our junior year, and I thought it was going really well. Alex was my first actual, legit girlfriend, and she was my last so far. She ended up moving to Africa for the Peace Corps, and I just couldn't do that. She'd be staying there for a while, and she's actually still there right now as a volunteer. We tried long-distance, and we almost beat the odds, but of course, it ended. Long-distance never works, dammit. Now, I wish I had tried to move with her.

Type:
Well, like I said before, I dated a lot of people, and none of my relationships were very serious except for Alex. I didn't mean to be a player, and I really wish, looking back on all those failed, short-term relationships, that I had learned how to say no. It would've saved a lot of people from their broken hearts, and unfortunately, I did break a lot of hearts. It's rather depressing, thinking about it...
Anyways, type, right. I don't really know. If I had to choose a kind of girl for me, she's have to be fun. I want a person who will go out and be social and just be an exciting, fun-loving person. She'd also have to be nice, sweet, and a good person. I wouldn't want to end up being with a nasty, unhappy person. It'd be all right if she's sensitive, too. I don't mind sensitive. I don't mind listening to people, and I like to help others feel better. So if she's sensitive, it would kind of work out for both of us. She should also be friendly, bubbly, and not afraid to have fun and be herself. That's a big thing with me. I want a girl who can be completely herself, her own person, around me. I don't want to control anyone or have her think she has to be a poser in order to win me over. And yes, I'd definitely prefer it if the girl is pretty.

History:
Currently, I live in America. I live with an adopted family with my beautiful and lovely adopted sister. Her name is Cynthia, and she's my best friend, and probably the coolest person you'll ever meet. She's one tough cookie, that's for sure, and is pretty much "one of the guys." Don't let that pretty face fool you. She's tougher than most guys I know, so watch out if you ever meet her.
I used to live in Great Britain with my original blood-family. I lost my family when I was very little. My father was a Navy SEAL and he died serving his country. He's the reason I want to join the army too, and follow in his footsteps. There's just one thing I want to do differently, and that's stay alive. Hopefully, you know, I'll survive the experience. I remember a smiling face that looks a lot like my own, and eyes that changed color like yours truly. I remembered his uniform, and how I saw him the first day he came back from overseas when I was just six years old, wearing that uniform. It had smelled like war, smelled like blood and gunpowder and the ground, but I didn't care. It still smelled like him, just a little, and I had hugged him so tightly I thought I wouldn't ever let go. I noticed that he wasn't smiling. Well, he was, because he was glad to see me, but it didn't reach his eyes. I knew that war had broken him, but that didn't matter to me. I wanted to be just like my father, putting his life on the line and serving his country dutifully and loyally. I don't remember anything else about my father, though, other than his SEAL uniform, and all the shiny badges. I remember he took them off and locked them in a drawer. He had a Purple Heart, and I thought it was just about the coolest thing in the world. But even that went into the drawer. I know that a Purple Heart is a United States medal for the army, but my father had worked with the American military as well as the British one, so he received medals and awards from both countries.
Eventually, my father took them out again, when he had to go back to war. But this time, he didn't come back. I remember the day when his best friend, another Navy SEAL in the army, gave me everything that was left of him. His Purple Heart. I remember crying and sobbing and wailing, pounding the ground with my tiny fists. I remember being seven years old and standing in front of that mirror, putting on the Purple Heart, vowing to be brave like my dad and get a Purple Heart of my own.
My mother went insane after my father died, and she took to alcohol. On a seriously bad night, she dragged us all to the car and drove to who knows where. She had had over twenty bottles of beer, and my mother was a pretty horrible lightweight, so she was in even worse condition than the average drunk person. She was so drunk we barely made it a block before she started speeding above ninety miles an hour. We didn't even make it five blocks before she crashed into a house and killed everyone. Everyone but me.
... I'm sorry. I have to stop. I can't talk about this to anyone. I haven't told anyone this much since Cynthia, my adopted sister.
However, I can tell you about my adoption. Surprisingly, I hadn't received much damage other than a broken arm. Once I was nursed back to health, with a bright red cast and a matching crimson sling and everything, I was put up for adoption almost straightaway. I was sent to a foster home, with a five year old Cynthia Greene and her warm, bustling family. I remember her cousins had been staying with the Greene family to visit for a few days. After they left, I was the only visitor left. The foster child. I made good friends with Cynthia pretty quickly, even though she was two years younger than me. Her parents and Cynthia loved me so much they ended up adopting me before someone else could. And then I became another Greene. We moved to America shortly after they adopted me. I kept my old name, though. Adams was my father's name, not my mother's, so I kept it, in honor of him.

Shenandoah:
Shenandoah, or Shena, is my pet dog. I named her after the river. Shena is a beautiful German shepherd, with a rich, caramel pelt and a blend of black on her back and tail. There is a small, shadowy blackish-gray diamond on her forehead, and she had droopy, puppy-dog eyes that are a brilliant amber. She's three years old, and we have the same birthday. My adopted family got it for my fifteenth birthday in 2009, and I've loved her ever since.
She's been my loyal companion and best friend. I take her for a walk every day, and I brush her regularly. I keep her clean and give her a bath every other month, or if she's really muddy and dirty. I brush her teeth twice a week and I feed her twice a day like clockwork. I play with her and keep her occupied and active. I'm a pretty good dog owner, and I'm a huge dog person. I never really liked cats.

Fun Facts:

• I have a serious, legit case of claustrophobia. I also hate clowns, or coulrophobia. Did you know I also have anatidaephobia? It's the fear that somewhere, a duck is always watching you. Not even kidding a little bit.
• My favorite animal is the dog.
• My favorite number is the number 3.
• I don't like cats, and I'm allergic to them. I'm not allergic to dogs though. Dogs, man. I love them.
• I love SpongeBob Squarepants, The Walking Dead, Psych, and White Collar. I also love the channel USA Network, which is where Psych and White Collar are from.
• My favorite food are grapefruits. My least favorite is broccoli. But I think they look cool, because they're like mini trees. I just don't like the taste.
• I play lots of video games. My favorite are: Skyrim, Assassin's Creed, Halo, Call of Duty, Far Cry, Fallout, The Walking Dead, Age of Empires, and Scribblenauts. Just because.
• My favorite books are Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and Percy Jackson.
• I hate the Twilight series and The Hunger Games.
• My favorite bands are Coldplay, Green Day, Fun., and my all-time favorite would definitely be The Beatles. Hands down, no contest.
• Octopus's Garden is my jam.
• I watch a lot of videos on YouTube. My favorite YouTubers are pewdiepie, ChaoticMonki, and Tobuscus.
• I have a stuffed hippopotamus that farts when you squeeze its stomach. I always have it with me. His name is Bart. I bought him from NCIS's online merchandise store on USA Network's website. He's an ode to my dedication.
• I have a golden statue that is an exact replica of Stephano from Amnesia. It's an ode to pewdiepie.
• I have a SpongeBob SquarePants alarm clock because I just love that yellow sponge and his pink starfish friend.
• I'm Atheist, and I'm a man of science.
• Living in America with the Greenes most of my life changed the way I speak. I've still got my awesome accent that's a hybrid between British and Australian, but I talk like an American. Occasionally, I might slip and pull some British-English vocabulary, but it'll usually be something common that people can understand, like football instead of soccer.
• I am awesome at impersonations and imitations. I am especially good at bird imitations because I can whistle really well. But I'm still good at all impersonations overall. People say I'd make a good actor, but I hate memorizing stuff. I'd rather stick to my impersonations.
• I have ADHD, ADD, whatever you want to call it.

[pumpkin.]

{ vous, mes amours, sont acceptées. }

[~Harniet~]

{le friendly bumpe}

[pumpkin.]

{ we now have one female spot available c: }

[confliction]

{ ohmyglob, bumpppppp }