The ＷＯＮＤＥＲＳ of My ＭＩＮＤ

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Ｔｅａ  ｆｏｒ  ｔｗｏ，  Ｔｗｏ  ｆｏｒ  ｔｅａ
Ｔｅａ  ｆｏｒ  ｙｏｕ，  Ｔｅａ  ｆｏｒ  ｍｅ

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ｍｕｓｉｃ/ａｄｄｉｃｔ
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Name - Olivia Anna Kozik
Nickname - Ollie; Fritz
Age - 17 years
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Bi-curious
Birthday - December 29th

From the start, Olivia’s parent’s didn’t want to be all cute and silly by giving her a rhyming nickname with her twin brother, thus she was named something completely random so her name wouldn’t even sound close to her brother’s, Till. Of course, hardly anyone calls her Olivia anymore, preferring her rather adorable nickname Ollie, or her favorite one, Fritz. It actually actually comes from her tendency to jump and get scared over the littlest movement. To be honest, her twin brother is actually older than her, being born just a minute or two right before her, which can be seen by how protective he is over her. He’s constantly threatening any guy who she brings home, despite her fussing and complaining that she has good taste in guys…well most of them at least. All the time, he’s talked about how he’d rather her bring home a girl for once instead of another man and Fritz is about ready to agree with him as well. Even though she might be only interested in guys at the moment, her brother’s words have had her looking in the same sex from time to time.

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Height - 5"2
Weight - 115 lb
Hair Color - Naturally Brown; Bleached White
Eye Color - Blue-Green
Built - Slim and Petite
Scars & Tats - One tattoo

Fritz is very tiny compared to her brother or anyone for the matter, almost fragile like a porcelain doll since her skin is fair and pale. She’s never really had a reason to build up muscle before, besides enjoying going outside and swimming with her friends. Thankfully, she barely managed to skimp out on the poor eyesight gene unlike her brother so her bluish green eyes are always vivid, brightly standing out from her white hair. She’s never been able to pinpoint the actual color though, always phasing between blue and green with mood typically.

Barely 5”3, Fritz is always standing on her tiptoes to reach anything above her head, always ending up embarrassing herself when she’s got to find someone to help her or accidently kicking someone that surprises her from behind. She actually enjoys being a little tinier, although her brother could disagree since the short gene passed onto him as well. Both of them originally had pretty, light brown hair before Till bleached his hair a brilliant white. In the spirit of staying twins, Fritz followed his suit and now happily maintains the white color, never letting the brown roots show through. She keeps it cut to just fall a little over her shoulders when it isn’t straightened, but to her chest when it is straightened. Normally, her hair is slightly wavy and her bangs sweep to the left side of her face, but Fritz enjoys fixing her hair up in different ways. Bows, braids, straightened, or even pulled back into a sloppy bun, are some of the few favorite ways that the female twin likes to wear her hair, but her favorite is shoving it underneath a hat on lazy days.

When it comes to fashion, Fritz isn’t all that picky. Her brother unfortunately insists on her wearing the most conservative, unattractive clothing he can dig up in their parent’s old clothing. She, on the other hand, likes to wear dark clothing, normally either dark blues or blacks despite her cheerful demeanor, contrasting nicely with her hair skin. Yet, she likes any shade of blue actually and is even fond of a bright blue to go along with her black clothing. Typically, she never pays attention to what she wears, always slipping on whatever she can find in her closet that morning, but she’ll admit that she’s fond of skirts with sweaters and large bows in her hair. She also enjoys clothing slightly bigger on her so they slip off her shoulder and show off the bird tattoo on her shoulder/chest.

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Soft-Spoken
Jumpy
Nervous
Sporadic
Quirk - Anger Issues
Oddities - Lullaby Voice

Even though she may be quiet, Fritz doesn’t enjoy silence very much. Or loud places either. Really, she doesn’t like not knowing what to expect since she’s abnormally jumpy and scared of every movement around her. People get a kick of sneaking up behind her and poking her sides, deriving joy from watching her jump into the air and squealing even though she hates her awkward squeals. From everyone trying to jump out and scare the daylights out of her, she’s nervous around most people and often never looks anyone in the eyes unless she feels comfortable around them. Often, Fritz is seen fiddling to the hem of her shirt and blushing way too much for her liking over getting nervous about a situation. But, at the same time, she had a sporadic behavior. Randomly, she speak and offer just plain random ideas she gets from daydreaming all day. She’ll go as far as to remember something out of the blue and wave her hands around sporadically as she gets a sudden burst of hyperactive energy, never settled until she’s doing something energetic.

With an ushered voice, Fritz feels she yells most of time when she actually wants to speak outside from her protective bubble. But, she never wants to speak out or share her opinion. She’s much better suited as someone to lend an ear and listen to whatever someone has to share, but will interject an opinion when she feels like speaking out, even though she gets ignored most of the time. The only time she’ll actually speak for a long period of is when someone manages to piss her off, not a hard feat to accomplish actually. She’ll go on and on in a little fit, waving her hands around as she rants about whomever. She’s never been taken seriously in her little rage moments though, usually seen as cute instead of threatening like she wants to be. Yet, her voice is seamlessly beautiful despite it being soft or harsh. Her brother has described it as a music box voice, soothing and making anyone sleepy if she sings with her lullaby voice.

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Siblings - Twin Brother
Parents - Mother & Father
Relationship - Single
Pets - One Cat; One Ferret
Car - Mini Cooper
Job - None

Growing up with a twin brother that seemed far older than herself could’ve been a little tough on her, but Fritz managed to tolerate her overbearing brother. From the start though, she could tell that her parents favored him more though, always praising him while she was kept in the shadows for the most part. She wasn’t sure, but Fritz always felt that might have been the reason why she’s so quiet now, use to being shoved out of the spotlight and behind the curtains. Till tried to make for it, goofing around and trying his hardest to make her smile, succeeding effortlessly with his carefree attitude that he still gets scolded for. Despite her parents throwing her to the side basically, they aren’t abusive to her at least and would never dare raise a hand towards her.

Without having caring parents to look after her, Fritz can date whomever she wants and do whatever she wants, although she lacks the guts to do much of anything really. Her brother would also kill her if she did anything too stupid and risked serious injury or time in jail. Just recently did her latest boyfriend break up with her, but it wasn’t anything too serious for her to be crying and crying over. A little time alone, and she was good as new afterwards. Her cat, Koi keeps her company for most of her days by herself, cuddling with her during the cold months and sleeping in her bed at all times. Her ferret, Quilux, on the other hand loves to get into trouble, streaking across the house and knocking over anything breakable with his hyperactive energy.

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« « Likes » »
Music
Singing
Escaping
Open Spaces
Outdoors
Sweaters
Tea
Exploring
Tattoos
Her brother
Furry Animals

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Crowded Places
Surprises
Loud and Unexpected Noises
Speaking Loudly
Preps
School
Paper Cuts
Stuttering on her Part
Smoking
The Color Pink
Squeaky Sounds

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ｃｏｆｆｅｅ/ｌｏｖｅｒ
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Name - Bryan Ethan Dubois
Nickname - Java
Age - 19 years
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Straight
Birthday - November 13th

Born on November 13th, Bryan was given a rather plain jane name, but at least it wasn't girly like his brother's had been. Bryan was pretty much random on his mother's part, but his father demanded that he would be named after his grandfather. He was actually meant to be born more near Thanksgiving, but he was an unexpected child, both on his arrival date and that his mother didn't expect to have another child so soon. Obviously, he's a male and will prove so if needed, but despite what his brother likes to say, he's 100% straight, hardly ever having other thoughts about the guys that he works with. Surprisingly, Bryan doesn't have many nicknames, sometimes called Dubois, but his most known one is Java for his abnormal addiction to the caffine drink.

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Height - 6"1
Weight - 165 lb
Hair Color - Brown w/ red highlights
Eye Color - Dark Blue
Built - Muscular and tall
Scars & Tats - Multi scars; No tattoos

Standing at a height of 6"1, Bryan can be seen as tall to most people, but is really just as tall as the normal guy, to him at least. He's hair is an amazing shaded of brown with red highlights shooting through his hair, making it a brilliant color in the sunlight. It is normally gelled up so that his bangs are spiked upwards and his hair barely touches the nape of his neck, brushing against it and causing him to rub the back of his neck awkwardly from time to time. On lazy days though, he doesn't try to tame his messy hair down and just lets it stick out in all directions, failing miserably to flatten it down the fluffy mess called his hair. Even though his eyes may hide beneath his glasses, anyone could see the beautiful, dark blue color, lighting up whenever he laughs from a night sky blue to a stormy sea. Not once does he wants to wear contacts, preferring being comfortable rather than rubbing his eye every second of the day.

Despite having a mundane life, Bryan manages to keep a fit figure by fighting with his brother and going to the gym with him whenever he can. His muscles are typically noticeable underneath the clothing he wears, easily flexing underneath the shirts and jackets he's seen wearing. Every inch of him is fit, even his stomach is muscular from the intense workouts he does with his brother. Even though he may fight a lot and can stand a good amount of pain, he doesn't have the patience to get a tattoo or a good idea of what to get. The only mark on his skin are the scars he's gotten over the years, the most prominent one being the scar along his jaw line when he doesn't have stubble.

His fashion choice is an odd one. Typically, he wears whatever he pulls out of his closet that day or whatever pair of jeans that aren’t the dirtiest. If he were to actually consider what he wore, Bryan would notice that plaid shirts with something underneath it are his friends and sometimes a band t-shirt that he picked up from a concert. Whatever jeans don’t have a hole in an indecent place are his preferred bottoms, typically dark-washed with a few careless holes in them curiosity of when his dog likes to play tug-o-war. During the winter though, hoodies and scarves are always draped over his body along with the occasional beanie for when it snows. Hiking boots or flip-flops are his favorite type of shoes, obviously not flip-flops during his favorite, cold months. Besides the basics, he does wear black-rimmed glasses, even ones with cracks, just so he might be able to actually see for once and multiple leather bracelets and a watch on his wrists.

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Calm
Determined
Witty
Quiet
Quirk - Nervous Habits
Oddities - Coffee Love

In all of Bryan's life, he's never really raised his voice when he was in a tough situation, calmly approaching whoever had a fit or avoiding getting into fights in general. Even when his oldest brother has had his panic attacks and broke out into fits, he didn't raise a hand or yell, only hugging his paranoid brother close to him in a tight hug. The only time he has ever not been the collected guy people know him is when someone hurts a person close to him, provoking him to attack in a blinded rage and not stopping until restrained. Despite being calm, he’s rather quick with his words and always has a witty comeback up his sleeve, easily retorting in an argument with a simple phrase and a quirk of his eyebrow. His mother blames his silver tongue and smooth words from the constant reading he does, almost like a religious practice to him.

While Bryan seems like a very lazy person with his laid-back attitude, he’s rather determined to get what he wants done. Whether it be getting up on time that morning and becoming friends with someone anti-social, he will succeed in his current task, focusing solely on it until he is satisfied with the outcome. Yet, at the same time, Bryan is quiet and doesn’t like to speak up very often. He will, when needed to, talk to anyone he deems interesting, but he prefers saving his voice for other times, keeping quiet even around his rambunctious family.

Just like anybody else, Bryan has a few odd habits and some weird interests. Almost all the time, he’s seen nervously picking at his bracelets, fiddling with them as he stammers over his words from time to time. Other times, he’s constantly rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and coughing lightly when there is a silence that doesn’t seem right to him. Even staring at his feet and mumbling seems to be a better idea to him at times that he feels uncomfortable talking to someone, typically other girls that outwit him. Another oddity of Bryan is his addition of coffee, love if you ask him. Any type of the caffeinated drink will suit his tastes, minus ice coffee or ones with way too much sugar laced in his favorite drink. To him, it is like his holy water and he’s normally seen with a cup of coffee in his hands at all time.

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Siblings - Two Brothers
Parents - Mother & Step-Father
Relationship - Single
Pets - A Mutt Named Horse
Car - Trans-Am
Job - Bookstore Employee

Growing up without a father for about four years when he was about four was a little tough on Bryan, but his older brother, Jacob, helped make it easier on him when their father left them suddenly. No, Bryan doesn’t have a traumatic childhood, not one noteworthy at least, expect that his father that left them suddenly. Honestly, he can hardly even remember why the old man left in the first place, but can clearly remember hiding out in the closet with his schizophrenic brother Jacob when the two spouses started to fight and scream. After the old man left his life though, it took awhile for his mother to get back on her feet, struggling with coping with her sudden lose. It was then when Bryan learned how to be as patience as he is now, learning from comforting his mother over the four years of grief. Thankfully, she met a better man, one that didn’t yell or scream at her. He brought with him the oldest of the three, Beau, a professional boxer now. After that, everything started to settle down in place, fitting into a perfect family picture as Beau treated the two brothers like his own and the father caring for them as well. The only mishap that would ever disturb Bryan from his ideal family were the attacks that Jacob would get randomly.

From time to time, Bryan did have girlfriends, but they always ended in disasters as they found someone better or assumed he was cheating on them by having friends that were other girls. It doesn’t bother him really all that much since he hasn’t dated in awhile, preferring to stay at his home and sleeping in with his mutt, Horse, than put in effort to find someone else to leave him under false assumptions. Yet, he stills has to roll out of bed every morning to go get his coffee and leave for either work or school, driving his Tran-Am down the slick roads.

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« « Likes » »
Snow
Coffee
Books
Snowball Fights
Dogs
A Little Smoking
Playing the Acoustic Guitar
Scarfs
Fire
Folklore
Tea
Hot Chocolate

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Summer
Soda
Broken Strings
Talking to Uninteresting People
Techno
Cheerleaders
Jocks
Humidity
Essays
Contacts
His Messy Hair
Loud Bass

[aphelion ✧]

Ｉ＇ｍ ｏｎ ＴＯＰ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ＷＯＲＬＤ

Born on June 16th, this little Spaniard named Marcos Leonardo Castell, or more commonly known as Mark, learned he was a wizard at a very young age, when he was born just like every other purebreed wizard and witch in his little hometown of Cartagena, Spain. At the age of 17, he was wonderfully accepted to attend Hogwarts, the famed school of witchcraft and wizardly, which he happily accepted without batting an eye. I mean, who wouldn't want to attend such a prestigious school compared to his tiny little magical classes. What he may not know those is that with his obnoxious personality, he'll end up right with all of the Hufflepuffs. Obviously, he's a male and is pretty certain that won't be changing anytime soon. He's all accepting though of those who do and would even call himself pansexual, if he cared to really delve more into his sexuality. At his age though, he chases after anything that's slightly attractive.


Standing at an unimpressive height of 5"9, Mark is an average guy that's grateful for not being a shrimp. (He doesn't need another item to add to his list of reasons why he's picked on) His hair is an amazing shaded of brown with red highlights shooting through his hair, making it a brilliant color in the sunlight. It is normally gelled up so that his bangs are spiked upwards and his hair barely touches the nape of his neck, brushing against it and causing him to rub the back of his neck awkwardly from time to time. Most days though, it sticks up however it pleases, unable to be tamed by the might Mark or his comb or even magic for that matter. Even though his eyes may hide beneath his glasses (which are hated with a passion), anyone could see the utterly boring and dull brown they are, not whatsoever different from any other brown besides the one fleck of gold Mark proclaims is there. And despite his hatred for glasses, contacts cause agony upon his one fleck of gold eyes and are despised more than his glasses.


Through swimming in the ocean every moment he can to being knocked off his broom, Mark has transformed from a scrawny beanpole to a toned man with just the slightest amount of curves. Not overload with muscles, he makes sure to stay trimmed and lightweight for swimming swiftly, as well as flying faster in the air. Being the wuss he is, the Spaniard doesn't have the patience to get a tattoo or a good idea of what to get. The only marks on his skin are the scars he's gotten over the years, most of them resulting in injuries caused by bludgers. He's got enough freckles to share though, littered by them all across his body from the time spent at the beach. Mark can't tan to save his life, always burning and getting more freckles despite the assumption that all Hispanics are tan.

Ｂｕｔ ｉｔ＇ｓ ＨＩＧＨ ｕｐ ｈｅｒｅ ａｎｄ Ｉ＇ｍ ＳＣＡＲＥＤ

The most accurate way to describe Mark is simply comparing him to a hyper puppy. Both love meeting strangers, chewing on furniture, and having bladders the size of peas. Meeting strangers is more like Mark though, although the other two are very accurate and precise as well. With a cheerful smile, he'll greet about anyone he comes across that isn't intimidating at first glance, only taking a few minutes to debate with himself before getting the guts to approach those that tower over him. His friendliness comes at a cost though. Talking has become his second favorite pastime now, yammering until someone forcefully slams a hand over his mouth and even then, he'll try licking the hand away before starting again.

When thinking of a Hufflepuff, determined is a word that comes to mind and Mark fits that requirement a little too well. Not only is he determined to make new friends and finish his schoolwork, he's also determined in getting his way. A little stubborn streak is within him, not large enough to call a habit, but still brought up when people talk about him. From fighting for his right to ride a broom to standing up for a friend, Mark can't be deterred when he's got his mind set on something, even if he's scared out of his mind of the consequences or the person he's against. Instead, he'll swallow thickly and shake, but stand proud and tall against whoever is trying to block his way to what he desires. His loyalty to his friends comes above anything else.

On some occasions, people wonder why Mark wasn't placed into Ravenclaw with his sharp tongue, although it's quickly seen that these comebacks aren't always the most intelligent, if at all. Sarcasm is one of the Spaniard's favorite weapons of defense to use when in a tight situation, although not practical one at that considering the amount of hits against his head he's gotten for it. Maybe it's because he's hyperactive that a witty remark is always ready to fire with his kid, his mind in not one place for very long until something else grabs his attention. With the energy of a squirrel dosed up on caffeine, Mark's unpredictable with his next move or the next thing that spews from his mouth.

Mark is both fearful and fearless. Everything that goes bump in the night can send the kid up a tree, which explains his hatred of ghosts and scary stories. Yet, at the same time, when he's needed the most, he'll suck up his petty fears and conquer over them, just for that moment. Boggart or dementor, he'll face both when needed, although shaking and practically begging to run away. And of course, the kid is afraid of things that aren't all that scary and oblivious to those things that are meant to be feared, such as full moons when werewolves are around or sneaking into the forbidden section of the library.

Ｓｏ Ｉ＇ｌｌ ｊｕｓｔ ＪＵＭＰ

Born in Cartagena, Spain, Mark grew up as an only child, thriving beneath the undivided attention of his parents, both pureblood and having no remarkable jobs in the wizarding world. Both parents raised him in a house near the sea, which explains his love of the water and swimming. Being so graphically close to England, Mark studied the same courses and played similar games that the other young wizards did, always being a fan of his toy broomstick until he was old enough to get his own. Around the time he got his first broomstick was around the same time he was picked by his wand, a 10½ in. oak wand with a Thestral tail hair core. This particular wand though seems to have a knack for charms the most while transfiguring seems to be the weak spot of it.

Attending the local school for wizards and witches, Mark learned that his favorite classes would happen to be Herbology and anything to deal with mythical creatures, seeing that cannot own his own pet, let alone an owl. They all seemed to run away from the hyperactive boy for one reason or another, which is why he has yet to find a familiar. The same school also taught him that Defenses Against the Dark Arts was not an enjoyable class once boggarts were brought in, which quickly told everyone that he has a fear of quietness and utter darkness. At the same time, he was overjoyed with learning the patronus spell, but that enthusiasm died quickly when a wolf or lion didn't sprout out from the tip of his wand, but a patronus squirrel did instead.

What excited Mark the most though when he heard about transferring to Hogwarts was quidditch. Even though he had other boys at his school to play with, he'd never really been on a quidditch team and usually played whatever spot he managed to grabbed, the chaser being his favorite seeing how lightweight he is. (and not because he's afraid of bludgers) All of his gold was invested into buying one of the fastest brooms he could find and is treasured more than anything else he owns. Even though he gets batter by the bewitched balls and has broken his nose countless amount of times, flying is one of his favorite pastimes.

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[aphelion ✧]

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lush [4/9]
Rose [1/22]
Riv [0/3]
heron
polygamy group rp
monroe

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josie
rorie
scene
soriams
killjoy rp

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Status:
Still Hurting from Band ;-;

Mood:
whoa, I have toes?

Song:
Bolshy :D

Events:
Band Every Mon and Tues
College Application
Tons of Fundraisers
Community Service Project

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heyo, i am obviously zuchi
i am a lazy bum that loves using sarcasm 101% of the time
i am also in marching band, so i am on and off at times
i like to rp, so please, rp with me yes
i am 'lol wut this life' atm due to a stupid guy
i have a tumblr, ask me about it
i have a dA, don't ask me about it
i am on as, guess my name
i have an email, like no duh about that
i enjoy talking to strangers because yes
love me, i am beautiful-ish

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