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[Richie's Gal Forever]

username:
ι'ℓℓ вє тнєяє
full name:
Melanie Dakota Henderson
nickname/s:
She goes by Mel. Only her dad calls her Lanie.
gender:
Female
age:
17
sexuality:
Straight
pair:
The large animals
other:

personaliy:
My dad calls me wild child. I'm all right with that. First of all, I am a loud mouth. I really am. I will speak my mind and usually nothing can stop me unless someone covers my mouth. But then I end up biting or licking their hand ... ha! Anyway. I do not like fights. Like my dad, I am a peace maker. I am a party animal. Mostly because my dad and "uncles" are party animals and they have parties after every single tour they do. Sometimes they just have a party to have a party. I will go to any party so long as there is no alcohol or drugs. I may be a rock 'n' roller's daughter, but I don't like drinking underage and I don't want to do drugs. My dad respects me for waiting until I'm 21 to drink. Anyway. I do have an attitude. So please don't cross the line. My attitude is very horrible when I'm ticked off. It's better if you just leave me alone. If I seem depressed, leave me alone. Don't ask me what's wrong. It'll take too long to explain. It's better if you just leave me in a room alone with a guitar. I take most of my anger out in music, so I don't usually get into fights. Despite all of that, my friends say I'm a pretty sweet girl. I am if you don't get on my bad side.
history:
I was born on Valentine's Day of 1995 in Perth Amboy, New Jersey to Rock 'N' Roll guitarist Richard Stephen "Richie" Henderson and Holly Love. I am the oldest of two daughters. I was born two months before my dad went on a tour with his band. They are a non-famous band, but they do travel and play gigs and concerts. Mom had to stay home to work, so Dad took me on his tour with him. That's how it was for the next twelve years. Anabel was born when I was two years old. She was Mommy's girl. I was Daddy's girl. That's why when Dad had to go on tour, Dad took me. Anabel would beg to stay home with Mom, so we left her at home while I travelled with Dad, "Uncle" Jacob, "Uncle" Derek, and "Uncle" Timmy. My parents didn't get along too well because of this. So, on April 11, 2007, they got a divorce. Dad was devastated. He started drinking a lot. He wasn't an angry drunk. He was more of a hilarious drunk. Just nine days later, Grandpa died from lung cancer. That made it worse for Dad. On June 7, 2007, Dad entered rehab and I went to go stay with "Uncle" Jacob. He got out and I went back under his care. Dad kept apologizing. I wasn't mad at him at all. I was just glad to have him home again. Dad and I have a very close relationship. We're all we've got with the exception of occassional spend the weekends from Anabel and Jacob, Timmy, and Lemma. We call "Uncle" Derek Lemma. Don't know why. That's just his nickname. The following year on March 26, 2008, Anabel, Anabel's friend, and I were in the car with Dad. He was drunk. Luckily we didn't get in a wreck. He was pulled over and arrested. Anabel, her friend, and I had to go to Timmy's house. Dad wasn't arrested but was fined $390, placed on probation for three years, and was required to attend a driver's education course. On April 28, 2011, Dad went right back to rehab. I continued to tour with Jacob, Timmy, and Lemma. They would allow me to call Dad every night. He told me he missed me and that he was going to be back soon. He came back in June that year while we were in Zagreb, Croatia. I was so happy to see him.
likes:
Singing, dancing, playing guitar, playing the piano, writing, animals, music in general, nature, peace
dislikes:
Snobs, rude people, fights, hurting people, hurting animals
other:

hobbies:
Anything to do with music or animals
sport/s:
Cheerleading, softball, volleyball
family:
Richard Stephen Henderson (dad), Holly Anne Love (mom), Anabel Jane Love (sister), Jacob ("uncle"), Derek/Lemma ("uncle"), and Timmy/Tico ("uncle")
pet/s:
A dog named Charming. Long story behind his name.
possessions:
Laptop, cross necklace her dad gave her.
other:

[canis,]

All accepted, and yes v i n t a g e ;, you may reserve her. }}

[Umbrakinesis]

Can I reserve the bird/small animal boy?

[munchkin cat.]

username:Doe.
full name:Remmy Johnson
nickname/s:Rem
gender:Female
age:Seventeen
sexuality:Hetero
pair:Bird/small animal
other:

personaliy:Optimistic is one word to define her cheerfulness, she's usually always in a good mood and can be caught humming or singing to herself all the time. But it's more than just happiness even in the darkest and most difficult problems she manages to see the light or 'see the bright side' of every situation.

Also very sarcastic, she just can't contain herself when she just happens to 'Over hear' a conversation and has the perfect smart*ss remark she just has to say it. When she speaks her sarcasm can sometimes be hard to deceiver from her normal tone and most have to take a moment as to wether she's serious or just pulling their leg.

Very independent. She likes working alone and enjoys being by herself though being a female the call of companionship does call to her from time to time. She prefers solitude rather than companionship and just likes to be by herself most of the time, the only time she usually converses with others is family or a few close friends she has grown to know. But also because she's independent she doesn't accept help very easily, even when she breaks down in tears she wil simply dismiss you if you want to help you have to ignore her complaints and just do it before she would give in.

Loves a challenge. Dare her to do something I dare you. she loves proving someone wrong it just brings a smug smile to her face verytime when someone places an impossible task before her and she accomplishes it. She loves baing dared to do something, or even pushing herself farther until her body just simply gives in, while her body rest though her mind is always thinking of what she could do next.

And maybe a bit of an attitude problem. She isn't one that takes being talked back to lightly, you mummble somthing while she's yelling at you and you'll instantly regret it. you want to say something say it to her face not like a coward behind her back, she hates people that are annoying.

She's very curious she has always been the one to volunteer for any exploration and just loves to learn and see something new. She has gotten in trouble many times for just running off to explore leaving everyone to worry that she had been killed. But she always says "Curiousity killed the cat...But satisfaction brought it back"


history:"Let's start with the day I was born shall we? I was born on April seventeenth a fair sunny day with a warm breeze as my mother had told me. I was born in a simple hospital fairly close to my home, so with a pat on my bottom from the doctor I began my journey into the game known as life. My first few years I don't exactly remember but from photo albums I was a pretty normal child. I grew I developed and of course through the occasional tantrum when my mother told me no to something what I wanted, which was often. You see I didn't live in a neighborhood in fact I came from what most call a trailor park, I admit it my family was poor we had few belongings and luckily owned a used car. I wasn't a stranger to the feeling of hunger, and most nights I didn't eat at all sometimes days until my mother could bring food on the table. I had a hardlife and I'm not afraid to say it, now for the rest of my history.

But I can remember anything past when I was atleast six or seven, from what I remeber I was a bubbly little girl that liked to run off on her own into the woods or into the street. I was scolded and given a spanking everytime but no matter how many paddlings I got you just can't stop a wandering soul. I remember some of my adventures such as when I snuck into my neighbors house and hid in her closet, I still remember her shocked expression when the police came and searched her house and found me in there. She was almost taken to prison until I began laughing so hard and was forced to confess that I had hidden in there on purpose...after that she moved away.

When I turned twelve It was my birthday and I was just a little spolied and could get bratty on that particular day. When I opened a present that I knew was a book I was outraged that they had picked the wrong one, I threw a tantrum and demanded they go get the right version. They soon left to my surprise they usually just calmed me down and would go the next day but instea dthey left right then which made me happy at the moment. So as I waited for they're return I simply sat around watching tv and did nothing, my favorite show was on how could I miss it? So I watched and waited. My parents were killed in a drunk driver accident. They had been on the way home from the store with my book they were only a few blocks away when it happened, I heard the ambulance go by but again I did nothing.

I soon fell asleep and was awoken by the police and taken to my aunts, I was twelve and had lost my parents and I was alone I didn't cry I was simply in shock. I still blame myself for the accident, if I hadn't been so picky over getting the book they would still be here with me. My aunt was an elderly woman and wouldn't be able to take care of me so I left one day living on the streets for awhile. Then I was taken off the streets by someone telling me they had somewhere I could stay, who knew that place would be hell?


likes:Birds, meerkats, the color blue, sour patch kids, video games.
dislikes:Snakes, snobs, alligators.
other:

hobbies:Reading, video games, watching birds, walking around.
sport/s: Softball and track.
family:Her mother was Megan Johnson and her father was Randy Johnson.
pet/s:She has two orange tabby cats named Tod and Millie as well as a parekeet.
possessions: She has brought along with her a laptop, and her xbox with various games, a bird necklace that she never takes off.
other:

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

[avanhellica]

username:
Avanhellica
full name:
Sylvester Jonathan Vogel
nickname/s:
Sly
gender:
Male
age:
Eighteen
sexuality:
Straight
pair:
antelope/gazelle/ungulates
other:
N/A

personality:
My personality? Jeez. I've never really thought about it before, I am what I am? I guess I'm pretty smart (kind of booksmart and streetsmart), though most people say I look like one of those hipster boys who doesn't really care about anything except what my hair looks like. And that isn't true at all. I care and no, not just about the way I look. I mean, I genuinely try my best to care about everything. Why do you think I want to become a vet? To help people, er, I guess animals. Which also sort of helps people. If you can save their beloved pet then I'm sure you're helping somehow -- right? Ever since I was little my parents told me I've always been a gentlemen. I was always the kid to hold the door open for people. The responsible, polite one. I've never really been outgoing and I guess you could say I'm sort of a pushover because of it. I don't like it, but I hate confrontations. Arguing makes me uncomfortable and only stresses me out. I try to diffuse any situations if they get too...overwhelming. I've witnessed my fair share of fights and the sound of a fist making contact with someone's body...ugh, it makes me shiver thinking about it.

A trait I think I gradually adopted from my mother is my ability to find a way to worry over everything. Literally, everything. And I worry for everyone, too. I can't help it. Normally it just stresses me out (if you haven't noticed I stress quite a lot) but sometimes good things can happen out of it. My worrying is sort of like a drive for me that keeps me going and, well, it's sort of hard to explain so I'll just move on with something else. I'm a pretty nice guy for the most part but because of my height (which apparently makes me intimidating) people tend to shy away from me like I'm going to stomp all over them. I like to joke around and have a nice conversation with people as much as the next human and do my best to put myself 'out there' and get people to talk to me -- to show that I'm not going to crush them beneath my shoes or yell at them or something. I'm a pretty open-minded guy, too. Actually I'm open-minded to the point of being considered 'gullible'...yeah. You can imagine how much fun people have with that.
history:
I saw this one coming already. Sorry to disappoint you but my past is pretty boring and simple. I was born in Colorado and there I've stayed for most of my life. My mother, Elizabeth, is a psychiatrist. A very well-known one at that. It's sort of a good thing and a bad thing. Good because she's excellent at understanding things but bad because she is constantly asking how you feel. It can get annoying every now and then but it shows that she both worries and cares a lot. My father, Curtis, used to be a pastor. Now he teaches in a school for special children and is also a sort of therapist or counselor, I guess you could say. He not only teaches sign language and lip reading to the mute but also teaches braille to the blind. He helps kids with anger problems, depression problems, bi-polar problems you name it. So I guess my mom and dad's line of work is similar. Though my mom focuses more on adults while my father focuses on younger kids though they both get their even amount of teenagers. Knowing that about my parents, you can see why I want to help people so much. I grew up in a family that's always helped people.

Money has never been a problem with us though my parents have always made heavy donations to churches and organizations so I guess that rules out the whole 'snotty wealthy people' title we could of gotten otherwise. I don't like to consider myself spoiled. I realize I'm privileged but we don't go about flaunting money. We get what we need with smaller 'treats' hear and there, like the flat screen television in the living room where me and my dad scream at the games.

Oh, another thing I should probably mention. I'm the oldest in my family. I've got a sister, Kylie, who's eighteen. Then there's the twins, Quentin and Quinnie who are both eleven. Rosaline is next at seven and finally there's the baby of the family (literally), Sophia. We all, surprisingly enough, get along pretty well. My mom did a good job spacing us out so we'd be at the right ages to be prepared for another sibling. My mom's always had good timing.
likes:
Okay so now you'd like me to answer what kind of things I like and what kind of things I don't? You know, I hope this isn't your technique on making friends. You might weird some of them out. Anyways, I guess I'm really into music. I'm open for any kind, too from metal to country to classical to pop and so on. I've got my favorites though like Coldplay and Alanis Morissette. I'm really into animals too including insects. I play my fair share of videogames, though most of them involve blowing zombies up or riding around a horse named Epona. I also love pretty much anything with either chocolate (actually any kind of candy, really. I have a huge sweet tooth), cheese, or noodles in it. You can imagine how excited I get when I make myself macaroni and cheese.
dislikes:
I've never been a big fan of soda though. Not sure why. I'd rather drink milk or tea or coffee. Anything but soda. I also hate the cold, which makes spring and summer some of my favorite seasons. (Mainly summer). I hate it when people scare me because I'm such a jumpy guy. So if someone comes up to me and grabs my shoulder I might just wheel around and nail them in the face -- maybe or maybe not on purpose.
other:
N/A

hobbies:
I love to cook, surprisingly. I've also got a pretty good drawing arm and I like to do photography.
sport/s:
I don't really do sports...at least school-orientated ones. I'm a black belt in Tia-kwon-do and Karate, sort of nerdy but it was my mom's idea.
family:
Mother - Elizabeth; 36
Father - Curtis; 38
Sister - Kylie; 18
Brother - Quentin; 11
Sister - Quinnie; 11
Sister - Rosaline; 7
Sister - Sophia; 9 months
pet/s:
Well we've got three dogs. A red husky named Koda, an Australian Shepherd named Poppy and a German Shepherd named Cainus.
possessions:
I brought my ipod and cell phone along with my awesome Pentax 645D camera. I've got my laptop a couple of books, a secret stash of snack food, clothing (of course), toiletries (of course, thanks mom), some money (thanks dad), and a sketchbook.
other:
N/A

[yfish]

Sorry my history and personality suck. I will change them up later.From less literate days.

username:Hello. I am ωιияүяσ¢квєℓℓ. You can just call me ωιияү or ωя.
full name: His full name is Jackson William Witte.
nickname/s:He has a few nicknames. Jack is the most common one and some call him will. He has had one person call him Jax and he would not be very happy if someone decided to call him that again.
gender:Jackson is male in case it is not obvious.
age:Jackson is 17 and a half, born on January 19, 1997.
sexuality:Jackson is heterosexual and supports gay rights and gay marriage.
pair: He is part of the reptile pair with Hailey.
other:Jackson considers his name to be quite formal and prefers to be called by a nickname.

personality:Jackson is a quiet person who keeps to himself. He finds that silence allows him to think clearly and function at his full potential.
Jackson is quite stubborn. He never gives up. Even if there is no hope. If there was not hope left in the entire universe he would keep trying.
Jackson has a morbid and negative type of humor, unless if you catch him in a good mood. Then he can be quite goofy and make almost everyone laugh. Lately that has been rare.
Jackson has been in and out of depression treatments since he was about six years of age. He does not appear it though, does he? He forces a smile on his face and fools everyone. They could never expect him of all people to be depressed.That is what happens when you lose all those you love with all your heart in a moments. Only the deepest part of his eyes show his true emotions. Some people, who are few and very far between, can pick up on very detailed facial expressions. Those are the ones who go ahead and ask him, "What's up?' in a very serious manner. His most common response is smiling and saying 'Nothing.' when the next moment, he is alone he whispers loudly 'Everything!'. Then that smile is back.
Jackson is extremely protective. He does anything to help anyone. He would jump in front of a gun to save a complete stranger. If someone half way across the country is killed he thinks in the back of his head, 'My fault. I should have been there.'.
Jackson is quite intelligent and hates being called it though. He does not like being thought of better than others. He was born on this earth like everyone else. Instead of being who he is he could have been a boy born in a developing country or one in a terrible war.
history: This is a history that can really show you how environment forms someone.
Jackson was born into a wealthy family where his parents were always gone.He hated it.He wanted them to come back to him.To hug him.
They did one day.Almost did.They were so close.Only 1 hour away.He was so excited.They were going to be home for year at least.He would show them his small pool of friends and show them his school.He was planning everything.He was the happiest he had ever been.
Suddenly the phone rang.The small six year old ran to it picking it up.He shouted 'Mom!Dad!'Then heard a voice of a crying man.He told Jackson his parents had just died.He knew he was not lying.He could hear the tears.
He shoved the phone into his butler's hand and ran to his room.He stayed in there for a week.The plane crash had killed his parents but not his uncle and the co-pilot.Jackson had barely known the survivors.
After talking on the phone for hours everyday Jackson's butler came to his room and tried to comfort him.Jackson just shoved him away.The butler placed caution tape on the bottom of Jackson's door trying to be the tiniest bit humorous and only brought Jackson food for a week.He went back to school not the same boy they had known two weeks ago.Not happy or energetic.Not a class clown.He was cold now but the same straight 'A' student.
High school starts.9th grade speeds by the same way as before except Jackson finds himself admiring one girl named Elise.
10th grade something changed.The first month of school Jackson found Elise in the sketching classroom once at the end of the day when he went to get his sketches. The talked and they found they had a lot in common save two differences.Her family was middle class and she had parents.He loved that fact.Parents.
He went on a date with her and came back home smiling.He ripped of the caution tape and ran in his room smiling. Truly smiling for the first time in nine years.They dated happily for 3 months.Then 6. Then a year. Then 18 months of pure happiness.
Then tragedy struck him again.This time he was the survivor like the co-pilot.They were driving home from a movie and both were quiet because Jackson was a freak about when people drove they needed to be focused.They were driving out of the city to where Jackson's estate was(Elise had never been there) and a semi nailed them on the side.The car did a 720 crumbling all over the road Jackson was unconscious as the car caught on fire and Elise was near dead.
Jackson woke up to the burning of flames licking his skin and screamed.He dragged Elise and himself out of the car and sat on the side of the road crying as he clutched onto Elise' body. He did not care about his pain just the fact she was dying.If she died that would have been more pain to him than all the pain he could ever feel physically. The driver who was perfectly fine had called the police and they were coming.He ran off making drunken footsteps in a section of mud along the road.Elise lay in Jackson's hands helpless.They sat there for what seemed like eternity with her blood getting on Jackson, pouring out of her side.He had left the piece of glass in knowing it would be worse to take it out.
The ambulance finally came and wanted to take Jackson away from her. He refused and ended up riding with her after slugging a paramedic in the face.He was happy he got to ride with her. When we got to the hospital they tried to help her. She was covered in bandages and seemed gone from Jackson.He sat in the room all night watching her. Elise's parents came in to watch her for little as he slept. They woke him up after she had spoken a little to them. She had wanted Jackson.He walked to her side and she told him for one last time she loved him.Then her heart rate dropped to zero and nothing worked to bring her back.
Jackson went home after a week from being treated at the hospital and saw the wrecked car.He wrenched out a metal box that had a picture of him and Elise sitting at a sunset beach kissing.A passerby had taken it and had given him their email and he had gotten the picture.
He walked to his room and put the caution tape back up.It still sits there and the picture that is partially burned was in a frame next to his bed. He had not moved it since he placed it there two months ago until he was sent on the trip. Seemingly years ago.The crumpled car still sits in the garage.He feels like he is frozen in time.He am really just frozen in sadness.
When he heard that he was going on the retreat his face was blank. No emotions. Kids were congratulating him but he felt no happiness. He had to leave Elise's grave and not see it again for so long.
He has scars all over his body from the crash.Burn and cut scars.He does not care if anyone sees them. If they say something about how ugly they are he gets extremely ticked off and punches them.
likes: He likes fencing, archery, horseback riding,swimming, running, reading, studying,and beaches.
dislikes:He hates lying, mainly, and deceit.Those are essentially the same though. He also dislikes planes, careless driving, and cars in general.
other: He can be violent occasionally so don't irritate him. sorry this section sucks.

hobbies:Jackson likes to read, sketch, and fence in his free time. He also enjoys his solitary walks.
sport/s:Jackson is not a big fan of sports. He enjoys diving, swimming and fencing if you count those as sports.
family: His butler?
Deceased parents?
Estranged uncle?
pet/s: A horse back at home is named Ghost. At the retreat he has a few snakes native to Africa and a ferret.
possessions:With him he has his clothes, sunglasses, many drawing pads and tools, and a laptop. He also brought along a stack of books, mainly non-fiction, mystery, or sci-fi. He obviously brought along toiletries.
other:I'll add anything else that comes to mind.

[Umbrakinesis]

username: Midnightbird
full name: Ember Kyle Lark
nickname/s:none
gender: male
age: 16
sexuality: straight
pair: Bird/small animal
other: nope

personality: Ember has several friends and likes to tell jokes - but not much more than jokes. Most of what seems to be obvious about him would surprise his friends. For example, they wouldn't be able to tell you how much he loves to read, or that his favourite colour changes almost every day. Ember might be a little (well, a lot) headstrong and arrogant, but he is extremely loyal to friends and projects.
history: Well, not much. Ember had a pretty normal family. You could include, I suppose, that he always had a lot of pets, but that's not important. He went to school normally, until grade 4, anyway. He met most of his best friends, pulled a few tricks, and got suspended.
Twice.
Other than that though, Ember's life was pretty average.
likes: - Tricks - Jokes - Books - Sunset - Animals -
dislikes: - Annoying People - Too much bright light - Boredom - Fancy clothes -
other: nope.

hobbies: Birdwatching, occasionally drawing
sport/s: none, really
family: Mother - Sarah Lark. Father - Rowan Lark. Sister - Natasha Lark.
pet/s: A Border collie and a Cockatiel.
possessions: Laptop, camera, normal stuff (clothes, etc.), books, pencil case, notebooks, and a small plastic red fox.
other: n/a

[canis,]

Both are accepted. }}

[toast;]

username: toast;
full name: aidan judas moreno
nickname/s: aidan; moreno
gender: male
age: seventeen (17)
sexuality: heterosexual
pair: large animal
other: work in progress

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