ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ down the ｒａｂｂｉｔ hole ;; charm's closet

[charmey]

☥ ｈ ａ ｖ ｏ ｋ ☥
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{ ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ } - { ｍａｌｅ } - { ｔｈｅ ｒｕｎａｗａｙ }
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life asked death, →



"uh, hi. so, my name's havok. yes, havok. have-ick. with a 'k' you dumb-ss. yes that's what they really named me! oh my gosh, care let me talk at all? -grunt- thank you. my full name is havok braxton reid. why? because thats what i do. i wreak havoc. momma must've known that when i was born. i really don't have an opinion on my name. i mean its just a name. a stamp. a title. no more, no less. i was born in manhattan, new york on october thirty first. halloween, yes, i'm aware, thank you. my mom's name is lindsey and my dad's is jeremy. they're dead now. i'm a runaway, you see. i've been on the streets for years, around five actually, which makes me wonder if its where i'll always be. or if maybe i'll be able to fit in anywhere else. not like i even fit in where i'm at. -scoffs- funny, i don't even fit in with my own frickin' self. i'm so screwed up."




“ why do people love me but hate you? ” →



"alright, before we get this started, i wanted to ask if you could indeed keep yourself from it not to call me 'goth' or 'emo'. i hate labels. hate'em. they're demeaning and insulting. so don't label me, mkay? i'm not your mother's messy filing cabinet. you're damn lucky i'm even talking to you in the first place. -sigh- anyways, i guess i'll go from the head down. i have pitch black hair thats a little on the longish side. its pretty coarse in texture because i used to dye it. don't ask, i don't really remember why. i have pretty wicked eyes. they're so cool; like, they start off all light grey then fade really dark around my pupil. different, huh? sometimes i catch people staring. i'm not sure if thats good or bad or what, but whatever. i stand just above most at six foot one and weigh, eh, a hundred n' forty maybe? i'm not sure if thats a 'healthy' weight or not, but these muscles aren't complaining. i'm lean and built, pretty agile too. my skin is white, caucasian, whatever you want to call it. as of body modifications, i have this kick-ss tat on my back. i also have snakebites. no, they don't hurt you idiot."




death responded, →



"i hate my parents. i'm glad they're dead. my mother was an untrustworthy beotch. my father was hardly ever home. if i wasn't getting yelled or punched at i was utterly invisible. maybe thats why i like the quiet. quiet means i'm not getting hurt. i ran away the night i turned fourteen. i'll always remember that birthday. it was the night my father almost choked me to death. the most screwed up part about it was that he wasn't drinking. he wasn't high, he wasn't even tired. he was just... him. i don't know how i got away- the actual fight is still just a blur. when i ran out of that sh-ty apartment i never looked back. i left everything. actually wait, thats bull. i did go back. for my cat jinx. -strokes the feline- i found her when i was thirteen. she was only a kitten and already left for dead. something we both have in common, i guess. i honestly think she's the only thing i've ever really loved. i've been on my own out on the streets for about five years now. hey, lemme ask you something: i just turned eighteen and that means i'm an adult now, right? right, ok. then answer me this: how come i still feel like such a d-mned child?"




“ because you are a beautiful lie →



"i am quite easily considered antisocial, as i don't normally talk to anyone. however, when i do open my mouth i'm considered quite frankly a jerk. i don't mean to be. its just kind of how i... am. i don't know any other way. out here, on these streets, its dog eat dog. you need to be mean. i can be pretty arrogant. i like to tell people i have much more than i actually do. maybe it makes me feel better about myself or something, i don't know. i'm blunt and assertive. you can always trust me to tell you exactly how it is, the way it is. i don't sugar-coat nothin'. i am also a jokester, though, my jokes are a little on the meaner side than most. they tend to blend with sarcasm and brutal nature, making them sometimes not so funny. compared to most people i seem to have a twisted sense of humor. i'm also short tempered and stubborn. stubborn like a mule. i absolutely can't stand being told what to do. seriously, if you tell me to do something, i'll stand there and make a big fuss over the fact of why i should do it than actually doing it. i'm erratic and act before i think. apparently thats a bad trait to have. ok look, the bottom line is, don't screw with me. seriously. i don't want to deal with your sh-t, and i can promise you that you don't want to deal with mine either."




and i am the painful truth. ” →



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form edits © charmey
character © charmey
images © rightful owners

[charmey]

name ; dean justin harlem.
pronounced ; de-nah / just-in / har-lim.
nickname ; matches.
age ; eighteen years old.
gender ; male.
birthdate ; september seventh.
birthplace ; unknown.
problems ; pyromania, an impulse control disorder in which the individual repeatedly
fails to resist impulses to deliberately start fires.

hair color ; a creamy dark brown shade, like a sunset on a desert's sand dunes, clipped
close to his head, normally laced with globs of hair gel or grease.
eye color ; a rather... different color palate. you see, dean possesses a rare gene
mutation called heterochromia, therefore giving him his strange lead-grey and rust-red
irises.
height ; six foot two, unlikely to get any taller.
weight ; one hundred and ninety four pounds, most of which is muscle.
skin ; smooth, tanned caucasian. no tattoos due to his fear of needles. his hands are
rough, haven been molded by years of being exposed to open flames.
body build ; lean yet muscular.

family ; francis rutter may as well be his mother. other than that the rest of the greasers
take place of his blood-family, whom he hardly ever knew anyways.
siblings ; quite frankly, he doesn't know.
best friend ; probably beckham oakley.
crush[es] ; tba.
current relationships ; none.
past relationships ; none.

good traits ; trustworthy, protective, reliable, open-minded, cunning, understanding,
honest, caring, thoughtful, humorous, creative.
bad traits ; immature, aggressive, pugnacious, erratic, do-now-think-about-it-later,
cocky, arrogant, defensive, show-off, doesn't listen, doesn't follow through with orders,
impatient, unorganized, dependent, competetive, impulsive.
likes ; fire, causing trouble, nighttime, smoking cigs, wrestling, leather, setting fires,
girls, messing with socs, and strangely enough, being read to. why you ask? well as a high
school dropout, dean can't read to save his life. i mean he knows the basics, but with that
a guy can only go so far. francis spends time daily away from the other greasers to teach
him, since he's kind of embarrassed about it.
dislikes ; people telling him what to do, being manipulated, being judged.
dreams ; jumping flames cloud any nice dream of the future he has.
fears ; being alone, being without his lighter, loosing his family (the greasers).
quirks ; mindlessly flicks his lighter off and on.

face character ; steven strait.
lyrics ; king for a day - pierce the veil.
format ; charmey.
character ; charmey.
images ; rightful owners.

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face character josh ross. ;; quote j.m. barrie, peter pan. ;; images right
ful owners. ;; format charmey. ;; character charmey.
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name ; renir austin laroche.
pronounced ; ren-ear / aw-sta-in / la-roach.
nickname ; ren or fitch.
age ; eighteen years old.
gender ; male.
birthdate ; march eighth.
birthplace ; lincoln, nebraska.
power ; he involuntarily absorbs and sometimes also removes the memories, personalities, powers, physical strength, and energy of anyone he touches touch. he can't control his power in any way. it makes him a lethal weapon of sorts.

hair color ; golden brown.
eye color ; bright green.
height ; six foot, unlikely to get any taller.
weight ; one hundred and seventy-eight pounds.
skin ; smooth, tanned caucasian.
body build ; lean and fairly muscular.

good traits ; charismatic, original, clever, spontaneous, witty, energetic, lovable, adventurous, trustworthy, reliable, open-minded, understanding, honest, insightful, considerate, thoughtful, humorous, genuine, imaginative, creative.
bad traits ; ambitious, independent, clueless, messy, impulsive, arrogant at times, complex, hides emotions, happy on the outside while miserable on the inside.
likes ; snuggling, sweatshirts, girls, mint chocolate chip ice cream, stargazing, climbing, big cities, acting, card tricks, sports, music, dogs, singing.
dislikes ; hardly anything honestly; bullies, depressing people, mind games.
dreams ; he lives by the day, doesn't think of the future.
fears ; being alone. completely. utterly. alone.
quirks ; messes with his hair, like, all the time. it always has to be perfect. seriously, don't screw with his hair. bites his nails.

parents ; anthony laroche, naomi laroche.
siblings ; kiara laroche.
best friend ; tba.
pet[s] ; kenya his fennec fox.
crush[es] ; tba.
current relationships ; none.
past relationships ; melanie carson.

[charmey]

ａｌｅｕｔａｕｎａ ｒａｅ ｒｙｄｅｒ





name ; aleutauna rae ryder.
pronounced ; a-loo-ta-on-ah / ray
/ rider.
nickname ; aleu. just call her aleu.
age ; eighteen.
gender ; female.
birthdate ; december 14, 1992.
birthplace ; lindon, australia.

face character ; emma roberts.
hair color ; dirty blonde.
eye color ; aqua blue.
height ; 5'6.
weight ; 133 lbs.
skin ; tanned caucasian.
body build ; lean & fit.
tail ; aqua blue.

family ; parents byron & christi.
siblings ; none.
best friend ; tba.
who knows ; jackson pierce.
crush[es] ; tba.
current relationships ; n/a.
past relationships ; none.




good traits ; curious, strong-willed,
adventurous, confident, protective,
cunning, bubbly, flamboyant.
bad traits ; distant, competitive,
over-protective, acts on impulse,
pugnacious, easily distracted, needs
attention.
likes ; the ocean [naturally], beach,
dolphins, swimming, sweatshirts,
chocolate chip cookie dough ice
cream, 'tangled' movie,
literature, snuggling, stuffed
animals, beanies, adrenaline
rushes.
dislikes ; waterparks [though she
has always wanted to go to one],
bees/hornets/wasps, monkeys,
obnoxiously loud noises, cleaning,
cheer leading, neon colors,
mainstream fads.
dreams ; she really isn't sure what
she wants to do with her life. she
lives by the day and doesn't think
much of the future.
fears ; being exposed, being alone.
quirks ; yawns like a puppy,
mindlessly doodles on any paper
handed to her, drums fingers,
will randomly breaks into song.

say hello to aleu ryder, a carefree australian teenage girl who also just so happens to be a creature of mythical proportions; a mermaid. the gene comes from her mother, who aleu never really knew well at all. she died, smashed against the rocky cliffs and drowned to the bottom of the ocean, in a rip tide while, as aleu was told as a little girl, out surfing. her father became distant after that, putting all his time and attention that should have been going to his grieving only child into his work. the truth about her mother's death, that she had actually been jumping the waves as a mermaid, came at the age of fourteen with the realization that she was a mermaid. at first she was in denial about the fact. it had gotten her mother for goodness sake. but one day, just one day of swimming out in the big blue sent all those negative thoughts about who she was away. ever since then she has just kept swimming, becoming a runaway child of sorts. she comes and goes from home as she pleases. her father doesn't object, as he is hardly home at all. its hard to believe she's only eighteen years old for she knows and understands so much more than someone of that age should. then again, she does read a lot. old novels are her favorite. robin hood, huckleberry fin, treasure island, gone with the wind; all the classics.
aleu sees her tail as a beautiful gift. born and raised right here in lindon, australia, this feisty young thing has defiantly made her mark whether its causing trouble among fishermen for fun or spending a night on the town. she is one of those girls who walks into a room and instantly becomes the center of attention. not because of her beauty, but of the flamboyant attitude that radiates off of her shoulders. how does she do it? well aleu has realized something that most people never do in their entire lifetime's. that no one else's opinion actually matters. everyone is so concerned with what other people think of them they end up loosing who they really are in the end. not this girl. with the help of her mermaid self she has become happy with who she is, knowing she is unable to change it even if she wanted to.
however, deep behind her confident sea-blue eyes lies a scared little girl who is unable to grasp the reason why people keep leaving her. it can't be her personality. she is a protective, bubbly, and loving girl that anyone would be lucky to call their friend. it can't be her appearance. her beautiful blonde hair and sun-kissed skin are that of what other girl's envy. and its not like she goes noticed by the boys. so what is it? the million dollar question rattles aleu's brain to no end. in consequence to this she has become in constant need for attention. it doesn't matter where it comes from just as long as she's noticed.

ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ

[charmey]

ｄｕｓｔｉｎ ｐａｔｅｌ

life is just a game of cards. in that game, there are the people who get dealt the perfect hand. people love them. they are gifted with money and fame. next, there are the ones who get dealt the bad hand. they don't normally don't become anyone important, but they do get to have families and friends who care deeply about them. lastly, there are the people who are dealt such an awful hand that they get kicked from the table and are forced to watch the game go on without them. those people don't have the luxury of friends and family. unable to even mingle with the other outcasts, they are completely and utterly alone.
dustin makes no effort to deny his place amongst the game of life. he is a heartless and cruel individual who only sees the bad in everything. this eighteen year old acts as if everyone has done him a wrong. considering his home situation, if it can even be called that, makes that a little more reasonable to understand. ever since he was a child he has been unwanted. his mother committed suicide eight years after his birth. his father was a mean drunk who used his son as a punching bag. foster care just made everything worse. explaining his physical and mental scars to family after family, only to be rejected in the end, has given him the cold heart he has. dustin is pugnacious and likes to cause trouble. its gotten to the point where he believes that's all he's good for. he's had numerous run-ins with the law, reasons ranging from underage drinking (his favorite pastime) to grand theft auto. he is unable to grasp the idea of caring for someone whether it be friends or family. not that he has a real family or real friends to care about. though he hangs out with the jays and other crows he has yet to lower his defensive walls. being the coldhearted person that he is has made him many enemies. some of which are the ravens, doves, and wrens. he simply despises doves. perhaps its jealousy of the perfect deck they've been dealt that fuels his hatred. dustin already loves to ruin things for people. the chance to pluck a dove's wings is always something he looks forward to do. because you know what they say; when a dove begins to associate with crows its feathers may remain white but its heart grows black.

[charmey]

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[charmey]

✯ ｒｈｙｓ ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ ｇｅｈｒｉｎｇ ✯
theme song - backseat serenade by all time low.

say hello to rhys gehring , a boy you will surely never forget. especially if you are of the female gender. despite his young age of eighteen this kid has been branded a heart breaker to the girls and something to steer clear of to the guys. he's done it all; drugs, smokes, alcohol, everything. he regrets nothing, even though it has resulted in a bit of a drinking problem for himself. rhys is that guy in class that either straight up ignores the teacher or instigates an unneeded argument with them. he is cocky, immature, arrogant, and careless. it seems he's on top of the world with friends and high school fame. little does anyone know behind his careless demeanor and colgate smile is a lonely soul. so don't let his rough edges fool you. on the inside, rhys can be a quirky teddy bear. a playful, loyal, truthful, and rather lonesome little boy who just got dealt a bad hand in life and learned to run with it.

[charmey]

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[charmey]

blessed ruler

ａｉｄｒｉｃ ｋｉｎｄｒｅａｕｘ
if time heals all wounds, then why don't they make clock band-aids?

[charmey]

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sweet, shy, british.

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