we all have that one person - closed -

[aura-]

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Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh)
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
Even if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I'm turning to a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide? (oh oh oh oh)
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made it's home inside (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
Even if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I'm turning to a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I'm turning to a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger

-- Monster by Imagine Dragons

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females.
your are a normal teen. trying to live a normal life. but it is completly hopeless. you need help, but no one was there for you. your family abandoing you for more important things. but little did you know it would all change. all of the sudden things got happier, but you are highly confused how, or why. you don't seemed to be getting hurt, physically or mentally. You now have a guy friend at your friend all the time. You don't see him any differntly as you would anyone else. He is just a normal guy that is there for you. The only thing he is doing is making you see the brighter side of things.

males.
you have one thing in life, to protect the one you love. You are a shapeshifter and were given this power to protect one girl that means the most to you. But if they find out about your shifting ability and you could get punished. they may see you in your animal form, but you may not tell them or let them find out. If you truly care about her them you will keep this a secret. Your one goal is to protect this girl with your life, give her a life worth living for. They have gone through some 'things' and need someone there with them. And that is where you come in.

rules.
posting
fo not post images or links in your replies. this is a literate roleplay. so i expect 10 lines at the least. about a good sized paragraph. and with writers block i expext 8 lines. if i see you are not literate enough for this i will not let you join. i will also look at your form to see if you are literate enough to join. just please, don't make me go through 7 paragraphs. three or four good sized parapraghs are fine.

tess
know and read all the site rules

roles
the shapeshifters ar males and the humans are females. I will only have limited slots. and reservations last 4 hours. i will have the males animals up and the females will have some guude lines to follow.

drama
please don't make this a lovey dovey roleplay. i want action and things to happen.and the male can only protect their own girl. so that will create some drama. but i don't want to make this all drama. noew thing every three oages. give it some time.

leaving
if you do not post for 5 days i will send a pm and if by the seventh day you don't post i will delete your character. i expect al least 10 posts a week. and i want you to be active

reservations
like i said reservations last 4 hours and you MUST PM ME. if you post you will be ignored and will not be allowed to post any more on this thread. and you may only reserve one boy or one girl.

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Roan -- age -- protects Serenity -- the normal cat
if you took one look at him he looks like would hang with the 'cool' crowd
but really roan has all the features of a nerd, being smart, awkward ,
and good with math. roan being able to pass for a popular has always
been able to sit with the cool kids at lunch but heprefers sitting with
the randoms. that one crowd that's cool but not fully cool. but other
then that he is sweet and understanding but wise and clever with words.
roleplayer;; deer,

Corbett -- eighteen -- protects kuno -- the lonely tiger
personality and/or history
roleplayer;; bake4u

Jace -- eighteen -- protects Halia -- the hell-bound wolf
Jace is a hostile guy, aggressive to those around him and seemingly heartless.
He has a quick temper and is very violent, he's stubborn and dislikes change.
Jace may be aggressive to all those around him, but he wouldn't be the one
to pick on others, in fact, if he sees it going on he feels a need to help. Jace
takes things too far sometimes, and doesn't quite know his limits. He never
gives up and will fight for what he believes in, he's opinionated and isn't
afraid to speak his mind. Jace is basically a ticking bomb, a stick of TNT lit
on both ends. He likes solitude and isolation, preferring to be left alone.
Jace is also sarcastic, and very protective. Jace doesn't like talking about
himself, but if you break his layers he becomes more open and kind.
roleplayer;; ShadowFury

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Serenity -- seventeen -- being protected by Roan -- the menatlly hurt
this young girl has always been brounght down. and when she thinks something is good for once her parents or her so called friends bring her down. She eventually ran away and lives on her own. she found guy number one and after a long time they became good friends. After she found him things seemed to be getting better but not a good as she wants them.
roleplayer;; Speak

Halia -- eighteen -- being protected Jace -- the shy one
Halia has always been shy, never a reason. Just not all until she started going to school. She was in the sixth grade when she fisrt found out what a 'swirly' was. and from then on she was bullied but kept her mouth shut and never said anything. her parents were to busy with work to pay attention to her. She had no frends when she met the wolf, Jace. He was there for her and she soon realized having one true firned was all she needed
roleplayer;; .Terezi.Pyrope.

Kuno -- seventeen -- being protected by the tiger -- the depressed
Kuno has been depressed since the day she was born. Her parents never around and leaving her with nothing to do. And studies have shown that people that spend all day doing nothing are more likely to get depression. And at age 15 Kuno was diagnosed with mild depression. She is still in the same state with her parents never being there for her. She soon ran away to live on her own and things got a little better. That was when she met Corbett
roleplayer;; Ashie Kittie

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This girl right here is Kimberly Parker. Although she doesn't have a middle name, people call her Kuno, which means Darkness. People have called her kuno for the longest time that if you say Kimberly she will almost not answer. Just out of habit. Kuno's birthday is October 13th. She was born in the year 1995. and yes, Friday the thirteenth. Most people make fun of her and call her bad luck but thirteen happens to be her favorite and lucky number. since Trigger was born in 1995 that would make her eighteen years of age, finishing school last year. Kuno stands five feet and six inches tall. pretty short for her, but what can you do? She has white hair with a hair style that most people would call a side sweep. But Kuno's part if pretty far to the side. Kuno likes to grow her hair out and it is always striaghtned. Now I'm sure you can tell that her hair is whitr and seems a little fried. Well, her hair isn't fried. She had died her hair many times but it doesn't fry it. weird huh?

Kuno has a long and..non..happy past. But hey, the past is there to learn from. Kuno lived a normal life all until she was 7. Her parents had to work more hours to pay some 'things' that Kuno still doesn't know till this day. And from then things have been downhill. 99% of people that spend time alone with themselves suffer depression. and that is exactly what happened to Kuno. Being an only shild and spending time alone was hard for her. Then she started High schoo ninth grade, a freshman. It was hard. No one liked her and being a blob of depression took a toll on her too. A couple months later she was diagnosed with Mild depression. She spent her four years of high school like this, not really regretting anything. after all, things appen for a reason. Kuno graduated Highschool last summer. She ran away when she was a sophmore, 15, so ther was no money issues or problems finding a job or house. She had that all figured. she just had to get used to not being at school and taking care of herself. She later got a cat and named him Ace. He is a sweet heart and is always there for her. No matter what, well..along with the tiger :3

Kuno is a simple girl, minus her bright look. She is quiet, and depressed if you havent noticed yet. She ran away and lives on her own with her oet cat and her best friend, the tiger, that comes by daily to hang out or attempt to cheer her up. They hang out a lot, even though Kuno acts like she hates everyone the tiger is the guy she cares most about. She wouldn't know what she would do without him. He keeps her going in life and sometimes puts a smile on her face. It's the little things that count. She met the tiger when taking a walk in thepark to get her mind off things. It was about a year ago when she ran into them and fell into a puddle of water from the previous days rain. He was truly sorry but Kuno didn't beleve him. At first he came weekly. then about three times a week and now, after a year, it has eveolved into ab everyday thing.

[aura-]

now open for forms and accepting reservations

[Speak]

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❝ｉ ｈａｖｅ
ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅｄ．
ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ．
ｃｏｎｆｕｓｅｄ，
ｓｃｒｅｗｅｄ ｕｐ，
ｂｕｔ ｈｅｒｅ． ｓｏ，
ｈｏｗ ｃａｎ ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｍｙ ｗａｙ？
ｉｓ ｔｈｅｒｅ ａ ｃｈａｉｎ ｓａｗ
ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｕｌ，
ａｎ ａｘ
ｉ ｃａｎ ｔａｋｅ ｔｏ ｍｙ
ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ ｏｒ ｆｅａｒｓ？❞


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ｔｈｅ ｈｕｒｔ
❦

So....I guess this is the part where I tell you how fantastic I am? How great it is to have a name like Serenity? Yeah, my parents thought that my name would help me to find peace but, having an odd name doesn't help with anything. Serenity is, as you can tell, a very peculiar name; not something every parent would chose for their child. The kids at school used to call me strange serenity, maybe I was a bit of a curious child; always on my own plus the angels who speak to me didn’t help but...they didn't have to be so mean about it. Anyways, on the day I was born -September 3, 1995- my mom was alone at the hospital; my father was being delayed by his work and other stuff -that we might get into latter- so my mom delivered me in the hospital but, unlike in all the movies she wasn't the first to hold me. Actually my grandmother had that privilege, she held me while my mother slept -something she does a lot of now- and thought I looked serene, peaceful; I was actually the only baby that didn't cry and I am very proud of it! So when my dad finally got there the next day my grandmother convinced both my parents to name me Serenity. Well that covers all the basic stuff, in short; My name is Serenity Rhodes, I’m seventeen years old and a girl.

ｔｈｅ ｍｉｒｒｏｒ
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I have pale skin, I don’t tan in the summer because I feels that it’s too much of a bother just to make myself look attractive. Besides how do you think people get skin cancer? While I don't like spending time outside I will wear sunscreen, better pale than cancer.My face is small, with full lips and a small nose the most important feature is my eyes, duh, my eyes are hazel with a light ring of warm chocolate brown surrounding the pupil. Now I'm not one to obsess over my looks, in fact I don’t even like to look in the mirror and will avoid it, but I do like my eyes. I always say that it’s my one acceptable feature. Framing my face is an abundance of wavy white/platinum blonde hair. I have never been able to tame my waist length mass of curls, unless it involves three cans of hair spray and an expert hair stylist, it’s almost like it has a mind of it’s own, you know? Don’t get me wrong, I like my hair but I just wish that I could straighten it in less than three hours. If I’m drawing or painting I usually put my hair up in a bun where I can stick all sorts of brushes or pencils in and remember where I put them. My body type is slim and feminine and I hate it. When people see me they automatically assume that I’m a delicate flower that needs someone to take care of me for the rest of my life but they couldn’t be more wrong. I’m not a delicate flower and my arms and legs are strong from all the swimming I do but does anyone notice that? No, of course not. I do have one tattoo, designed by me so even if someone has a similar design it would never be the exact same design, tattooed on my back are two wings, they cover my shoulder blades and part of my shoulders on each side.

ｔｈｅ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａ
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What I’m like? Good traits? Bad traits? Inside? Outside? Oh, well let's start with what I'm like with other people; I'm quiet. I don't like being the center of attention, it's just not...me, and while I don't think it's a bad thing to be an introvert I do think that in a group I won't be all that fun to hang around, well. In a large group that's what I'm like, I hang in the back of the group and don't voice my opinions even if I know I'm right. In a smaller group of two or maybe three people I regain some of my voice; I’ve always had a quirky sense of humor, maybe I got it from hanging around my grandma in the senior's center too much, most people don’t get my jokes but who cares? I think I’m funny and in a small group I definitely show it. I can also express myself more. I know a lot of stories, my grandma always told me about sedna the sea witch or how the earth was created and I can recite them with the ease that comes with knowing every syllable. I guess that’s another thing about me, I have an amazing memory not quite perfect but almost. It’s actually quite funny, I remember the small things like your favourite color or where you put your blanket but I have trouble remembering what job you give me or what your name is. I also have a really bad temper, while not many things set me off, if I am angry I’ll scream and yell and sometimes I even throw things.
That was what I’m like with people, this is what i’m like when I’m alone. If I’m completely alone I feel so much more free to express myself how I want to express myself. I draw, sing, and even talk to myself. Even if I love to dance and sing, those aren’t my true talents, this is the only thing I will admit that I’m talented in; sculpting. I have shelves full of small shoebox scenes of people and places buses, cafe’s even parks. I know it sounds like I’m crazy right? Well, I guess I am a bit crazy…I have a weird way of thinking and seeing things that, to others, would be simple black and white. Maybe this is why I’m always quiet, I just don’t want people to think I’m crazy even if I think I’m crazy because I hope I’m not crazy…does that make any sense?
When i look inside myself I can’t find the good things, all I see is an insecure and scared girl who can’t even start a conversation with someone because she’s too afraid they’ll reject her, that they’ll say she’s crazy. Maybe I’m too hard on myself but…you wanted to know what I thought about myself so it’s really your fault. I guess I doubt myself and what I can do more than I doubt the people around me; people have always thought of me as weak, crazy and pathetic. I’ve heard them talk about me behind my back and what cuts deepest is that, I can’t help but agree with most of what they say. I’m short and thin, I can’t carry really heavy things and with my stride I can sometimes slow the whole group down. My parents are ashamed of me so what have I got to be proud of? Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t living this life, that I could live in a different place and make friends but…how likely does that seem?

ｔｈｅ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
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Ah, here comes the horror story, no really I’m just kidding it’s not really a horror story just…a regular one I guess you’d call it. Anyway you know the day I was born and you know about my cooking accident when I was five, those are all important but maybe you’d like to know about my mother and father? So my fathers a cheating, workaholic pig who’s either at work or somewhere else with someone else. I figured this out when I was all of nine years old, so I think my mom knows to. All she does every day is cook, clean and sleep. All the sleeping she does might be helped along with the few pills that I’ve found in the bathroom cupboard. This is what my life’s been like so far, I mean, my grandma is my real family. I spent a lot of time at the seniors home, more than I spend at my actual house. Not that my mom noticed. Me and gran did everything together, but she’s always told me to get out of the house. Then she died, it was a peacful death- she was listening to the radio, her favourite station, and she just fell asleep. I suppose the funeral was nice, but I wouldn't be the best judge of that. I guess after that my grandmother had willed everything to me, even arranged for me to get an apartment close to the school all through her will. After that I met ___ and it almost seemed like my life turned around, I suppose I'm a little happier now, but it's hard to change myself in only a few months.

[kingly]

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[aura-]

both accepted. I thought i'd change is slightly and let the shifterrs pick who they want to guard. so far the wolf is guarding Robin -

bump --

[monspurr]

Basic Info

Name || Haila Austin
Nickname || - -
Age || 18 Years
Birthday || March 14th
Gender || Female

Height || 5' 2"
Weight || 106 lbs

Appearance ||
Haila is a rather small girl, with pale colours and the yellow-green eyes of her father. She has wavy white hair, often can be seen tucked behind her head in a bun or clipped back with purple pins. Despite her efforts though, it usually doesn't wan't to cooperate and tends to go every which way.

Mother || - - Serene Austin - Alive
Father || - - Phillip Austin - Deceased

|| Siblings ||
- Jaqueline "Jackie" Austin - Big Sister , Alive
- Robert "Robbie" Austin - Little Brother , Alive
- Damian Grey - Adopted Big Brother , Alive


Personality

|| =Reserved || +Diligent || +Tolerant / Patient || -Clingy || -Weak || -Gullible / Naive || +Imaginative || +Cheerful / Optimistic ||

Reserved - - Haila likes to keep to herself, and doesn't often reach out in any attempt to get to know others. She's very family-oriented, and doesn't feel it's really required that she make too many friends. She doesn't often share her opinion on things, and instead will often go-with-the-flow for the sake of not speaking out and looking like a burden. She's very passive and shy, and will do whatever she can to avoid awkward situations because of it. Her quiet nature tends to stem from the issues she encounters when communicating with others. Since she's deaf and few outside her family know sign language, Haila is permitted to own a phone she charges at the hotel. On its little notepad systems she'll type out her messages to others and pass them the phone. This makes it easy for them to directly read her thoughts and write back their own. But passing the little gadget back and forth is something Haila acknowledges as a bit of a hassle, and worried she'll frustrate or annoy others, she figured friendship isn't worth the trouble. So she's perfectly contented with her books instead of the company of others.
Diligent - - When it comes to work, the deaf girl is very devoted and focused. If asked to do something she'll do it, and likes the idea of pleasing others. She isn't very whiny, and does her best to stifle any complaining when it comes to a point where she's needed to help with something. Haila will often view her work as projects, and will strive to see them completed out of habit. She can be committed and once she is set on something she's diligent while working at it. She strives to earn her place in the world, and conscious of the special treatment she sometimes receives being deaf, she tries to out-work it and avoid any ill-feelings from others less fortunate.
Tolerant / Patient - - Always very calm, it takes a lot to push Haila's buttons. She works well under pressure and isn't very judgmental of others. Her passive nature shows through a little here as well, since she's almost never seen angry or frustrated. She can become a little sad sometimes, and when she's feeling down rather than lashing out at others she tends to simply grow even more quiet. Her patience also allows her to work at the same thing for hours. Whether it be picking fruit during harvest seasons, or unwinding with one of her books. Because of this she's capable of giving things her undivided attention without finding it too dull or loosing interest in things rapidly. Her patience is considered one of her more positive traits, since if anyone ever needs a shoulder to lean on she'll "listen" (the term being used loosely) to whatever they'd want to say (write out to her)... even though she'd probably be immensely awkward the whole while of it.
Clingy - - One of her negative traits, Haila is a very needy person. Being deaf, she's been relying on the assistance of others since birth and because of it she can be a hindrance on supply runs and important jobs. Usually staying on the island, she's very aware of her need for others and can sometimes be a tad guilty of it. She sticks close to her family, and when others get to know her she'll often cling to those she trusts as well. This sometimes includes physically, in the ways of holding onto the sleeves of others when frightened. She doesn't mind being alone, but if put in a foreign situation she'll turn to others to see what they expect of her. So caught up in making sure she doesn't annoy others, she often causes this issue on the road she takes to avoid it.
Weak - - Haila isn't a physically strong girl. Though she has good stamina, she's not very strong or fast and can't swing any blunt weapons with any considerable amount of force. Because of this she relies on her firearms, and even still, handling their recoil is a challenge if the gun is too big. Her pistols are the only guns she's ever really felt comfortable with, since they offer very little backfire but still get the job done. When it comes to a physical fight or restraining her, any attempts Haila makes to break free are laughable. She tries to avoid heavy lifting, and she sometimes frets if ever she had to carry somebody to safety, she'd struggle quite a bit. She hopes to someday outgrow her weakness.
Gullible / Naive - - If she gets to know someone, Haila becomes very trusting very quickly. She'll accept what they tell her, and even if she may form her own opinions, she won't question the words of others aloud. She has a childish outlook on others, in the way that if they're older than her they clearly know best and she should follow their instructions. Even if she's practically an adult now, she's so accustomed to wholeheartedly trusting the words of her older siblings, that her faith has bled into the older age groups in general. This lax nature offers her peace of mind, but it's quite naive in today's world. She's yet to learn how to stand on her own feet.
Imaginative - - After reading and re-reading countless novels, and practically living her her head sometimes, it's no wonder Haila has a wild imagination. She likes to daydream about the beauties of the world she used to live in, and clings to her brighter memories less they fade. She imagines a time where this is all done and over with, and she likes to think there'll be a day she doesn't have to be reading to be in a world as colourful and free as the ones on her printed pages. It's because of her colourful outlook that watching others draw if something she adores, and she has a deep respect for writers and artists in general. Out of all her wondering though, what seems to come up most is music. She likes to imagine what things sound like, and how music makes others feel. She's always wanted to ask, but had always been too shy to really voice her curious questions. Maybe someday she'll steel her nerve and ask others about music and sounds, and no doubt their answer would only fuel her imagination.
Cheerful / Optimistic - - Haila has a habit of radiating joy. She doesn't like it when others are upset, and so she makes a point of smiling whenever she can and doing her best to lift the spirits of others. Though she doesn't like interaction, once she's comfortable enough with somebody her mission becomes to help them feel better about the hell they live in. She's not the type to joke around and be silly - no, she's far too shy for that. There's just something about the purity of her childish happiness than can sometimes become contagious if the other feline is willing. The root of this personality trait stems from Haila not wanting to be a burden, and so she does her best to stay upbeat and positive so that she doesn't bring others down or make them sad. She considers herself blessed to be one of the handful who have persevered so far through these times of infection, and she thinks it would be the ultimate low for her to think little of that gift. Though she can't hear, she doesn't mourn what she doesn't have, and instead tries her best to be appreciative of what she does. Growing up, her family never treated her inability to hear as a problem, but instead as a trait that made Haila who she was. So naturally, she finds it hard to pity herself; she convinces herself that she doesn't miss what she never had. Right?

Community Info

Place of Residence: || Hotel
With her mother being of top position and wanting her family close, Haila's found herself living at the top floor of the Hotel since Anonymity was formed. She was quick to snag a room next door to her older sibling, and when she's in lesser moods she'll still seek Jack's comfort in "girl time" as her sister puts it. But despite having a room to call her own, Haila is often found asleep in the library just as often (if not more) than in her own bed.
Current Weapon(s): || 9mm Pistol
Community Status: || Teen, Handicapped

|| Practical Talents ||
Keeping Calm - A strange but helpful talent, Haila isn't often phased in tight situations. She can keep her cool and think clearly even when under a lot of pressure to make quick decisions. This also makes it very hard to enrage her, and she rarely snaps at others. She's a very passive and submissive team player, but even so she thinks with her own mind and forms her own opinions. So whether it be at the bedside of a dying patient or in the streets fleeing from zombies, Haila will come up with her plans without letting the adrenaline influence her judgement.
Sense of Smell - Often it's been said that when one of your main 5 senses is inoperable, one or two of your others will heighten to make up for the loss. Without her hearing, Haila's always seemed to be good with her nose, and it's always been rather sensitive. Although a talent, it doesn't come in handy very often. If the smell of sick and illness is strong enough however, she can usually pick up on it. Blood is also another smell that she's grown very accustom to, and so if there's any nearby she'll be the first to know if she's paying any attention.


History

Growing up, I truly was a really fortunate little girl. I know that must sound a little odd coming from someone who can’t hear, but the devotion and support I got from my family… I could never thank them enough. I remember Mommy helping me learn sign language when I was little, sitting there with a little dictionary and showing me what it said, and learning herself along the way. Even my big sister Jack pitched in and learned, and soon our entire family knew a whole new language. All for me! I remember thinking that was pretty cool growing up, like we had our own secret code. It wasn’t until my first years in school that I realized our code wasn’t as cool I’d hoped.
The less shy of the kindergarten girls would hobble over to where I sat with my blocks and say hello, and I froze. I remember it – I was really young, but I remember that one day. When I saw her mouth moving, and realized she was speaking to me. I frowned; why would she try and talk to me like that? How silly! I questioned her with my hands, but she just looked frustrated and stormed off. As if I had insulted her… I mean looking back now I understand. But back then, a five-year old in a new environment, I was just confused. These cats didn’t know my language, so I just went back to playing with my blocks. It was okay, I didn’t need to talk to them. I had Mommy and Jackie, and lately one of Jack’s friends had been coming over. Damian seemed nice, and he was even trying to learn my language! I could just talk to them! I wouldn’t bother the kindergarten kids; I made them upset and I didn’t want to see anyone upset. They could play house without me.
It’s okay.

As I got older, I learned to read and write. It was hard, since I couldn’t sound out the words in my head like I was told most people do. But I managed, and once I had the hang of it, it was so very worth it. I realized reading a book one night: this was somebody talking to me. Somebody somewhere had written his book and they were speaking through these words. But yet even though I couldn’t hear them or see them, I could read what they were saying on these printed pages. I remember feeling hopeful, and feeling like I belonged with this community of novelists and readers. I wrote to others on little notepads, though never made any friends. I would read and read whatever books I could find, and from there my love of the written word only grew.


Extras


|| Likes ||
- Oranges
- Reading quietly in the Library
- Mystery and/or Romance novels
- Being out working in the Rain
- Secretly playing Tetris on her Communication phone
- Fireworks / Light-shows / Fireflies / Stars
- Watching people Draw
- Using smiley faces in her text messages

|| Disikes ||
- Hot, muggy days
- Trying to brush and untangle her hair in the morning
- When people Stare
- Dresses / Skirts
- When she's out of new stuff to Read
- Large Animals (they spook her)
- Heights
- Pity-Parties

Face claim copyrighted to unknown.

[castiiian]

↛ The 'Hell-Bound Wolf' ↚

[ Name ]

Jace Ryder

[ Nickname ]

Jace

[ Age ]

19 Years Old

[ Birthday ]

December 20

[ Protecting ]

Haila Austin 'The Shy One'

[ Family ]

Adopted by Jason and Melinda Ryder, Older brother to Ashley Ryder.

Face claim ; Alex Evans
Pictures © Rightful Owners

↛ On the Outside ↚

Jace is tall and lean, standing at about 6 feet tall and 185 pounds.
He has bright, slate blue colored eyes and black hair that swipes
just right over his eyes. Jace always wears jeans, most of them
black jeans or other dark colors. His shirts are usually dark colored
as well, and range from serveral different graphics tee's to all sorts
of things. Jace usually wears his black jacket, whether or not it's
cold out. His shoes are converse, he has 4 different colors, Yellow,
Black, White, and Red. Each of them with a slightly different style.
Jace has a black prosthetic leg that goes just below the knee on his
right leg, he always wears jeans to cover it though.

↛ On the Inside ↚

Jace is a hostile guy, aggressive to those around him and seemingly heartless.
He has a quick temper and is very violent, he's stubborn and dislikes change.
Jace may be aggressive to all those around him, but he wouldn't be the one
to pick on others, in fact, if he sees it going on he feels a need to help. Jace
takes things too far sometimes, and doesn't quite know his limits. He never
gives up and will fight for what he believes in, he's opinionated and isn't
afraid to speak his mind. Jace is basically a ticking bomb, a stick of TNT lit
on both ends. He likes solitude and isolation, preferring to be left alone.
Jace is also sarcastic, and very protective. Jace doesn't like talking about
himself, but if you break his layers he becomes more open and kind.

↛ What's in the Past ↚

Jace's blood parents abandoned him when he was 3, they barely gave him a second thought, it was like he wasn't even there or didn't even exist. He was forgotten and practically took care of himself. One day, when he was playing outside alone with his basketball, his father went in reverse just as Jace lost his ball. His ball rolled into the path of the car and Jace dived for it. Luckily, he didn't get completely ran over, his right leg took the beating, the car running over it. Since then, he's worn a prosthetic leg. He hates the pity and the abuse he gets because of it though, which is why he always hides it. When he was 6 he was finally taken by Child Services, and then fostered a few times until he was finally adopted by the Ryder family at the age of 8. The Ryder couple adopted him because, at the time, they thought they couldn't have their own kids. It was a misunderstanding though, and later on, the two were able to have their own kid. It was then that Jace was, once again forgotten and left alone. Jace's sister, Ashley, got everything she wanted, and was the exact opposite of him. She was everything that his parents wanted. He and his sister once got along very well though, he used to protect her from the school bullies, and they'd hang out. It all changed though when Ashley made some new friends, who were the 'bad influence', she soon rose to popularity and the 'teacher's nightmare'. The other popular kids would make fun of him and it got to the point where even Ashley joined in. That was before, when they weren't afraid of him. Now, they're afraid of him. They know what he can do, he has no limits and likely wouldn't stop something that he's started. Everyone tends to stay away from him now, and leave him alone.

↛ Traits ↚

[ Good Traits ]

Understanding
Protective
Strong-Willed
His strength

[ Bad Traits ]

Hostile
Get's frustrated easily
Unforgiving and Untrusting
Prone to Tripping

↛ Likes and Dislikes ↚

[ Likes ]

Icecream
Cold Weather
Independence
Isolation and Solitude

[ Dislikes ]

Being left alone or forgotten
People who stare or take advantage of others
Pity
Being put in awkward situations