different faces ☹

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This is where I will stash my characters.

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full name ○ frida dzhugashvili
nicknames ○ rida, fray, tye
age ○ eighteen
orientation ○ straight
home town ○ moscow russia
height - weight ○ 5'7 - 105
crush ○ n/o
status ○ single

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frida dzhugashvili isn't from this country. she feels
like an alien in this town, and acts like one. her only
method of speaking to someone is passing notes
or just making small gestures. the only things she
finds interesting are books and her magnificent
iphone. there are rare occasions where she utters
a small word, but you can find her wearing small
smiles and laughing loudly due to something her
boyfriend had sent her, well ex now. especially
now in her desperate need of cheering up. a
cold glass of beer would help her for now. school
isn't a bowl of sunshine, and teenage girls can be
mean if your prettier than them. though her
uncaring personality does help at times. friends
are temporary and cigarettes last a lifetime.

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no one ever celebrates the birth of frida, because
there's a sad story behind it. the mother who risked
her life for an unwanted child. the child only brought
misery to her father, but the mother died happily
with her daughter in her arms. she grew up with a
father who reeked of vodka, and a aunt who loved
her dearly. when she was five she was taken away
by foster care. it happened often until she was
thirteen and put in the system. her father died of
alcohol poisoning and the system didn't let her aunt
adopt her. she was adopted by a nice family in
ukraine. they treated her like family and gave her
what she wanted. she has two siblings and a australian
shepherd named yung. you could say she's now at peace.

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form belongs to marsiscool
character belongs to me
faceclaim; frida gustavsson

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ｉ ａｍ ｓｅｌｆｉｓｈ, ｉ ａｍ ｂｒａｖｅ, ｉ ａｍ ｄａｕｎｔｌｅｓｓ.

Aisha james , amity born , transferred to dauntless.
myra is one clever girl, she's growing taller, smarter, and more dependent. Her view on the city has shifted. No longer being surrounded by nature and people who only sought out peace. Here she suffers danger every day, but this is the thrill she starved for. Aisha isn't the most approachable person, always wearing a unreadable expression. She would rather be left alone, given it is easier for her to watch people. Seeing their true nature since people were deceiving. People changed their persona depending on the person they talked to. Some acted strong, some acted sweet, and some act helpless. Finding these attributes rather interesting. After all they had to survive one way or another. Most of the time she only finds a few people she finds herself interested in. Some she will help out and others she will act as a burden. To see if they will crack or surpass her. Though she has her own problems. Deathly afraid of being a killer no one will stop, or that she will let other people get killed without her help, even if she was their only hope. She is also afraid of doctors, being picked at and opened up.There is also a part of her that feels distant, lost. The brink of being alone forever. As well as becoming insane. Her mind is a terrible place. Nightmares become true and sweet dreams seem impossible. As a matter a fact she has a case of insomnia, but doesn't talk about it scared they'll send her off to be examined by doctors. Her life in dauntless compound has been endless. Aisha wouldn't change it for the world if it was possible.

amity born
make your own path
be strong

traits: observant, reliable, trustworthy, cocky, liar
skills: hand-to-hand combat, sharp shooter, stamina, strategic, deceptive
weaknesses: self conscious, caring, easily manipulated, dauntless famous chocolate cake
fears: doctors, hospitals, being smothered, being buried alive, massacre, many more.

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Beatrice was conceived in the back of her father's old pick up truck. In a small town called Colmar, France. They say that a child conceived out of love has a greater chance of happiness. Though with many people that isn't the case. Bea was borh on June 8th, 1996. Named after her grandmother's mother who had passed away from old age. Her father being part french she received a very foreign last name, Voltaire.

" I am constantly torn between killing myself or killing everyone around me."- David Levithan

The world has taught me that there is much more to it than meets the eye. It's not just about going to school, it's not just about graduating, and it's certainly is not just about finding a career. Life is what happens between those life decisions. What you did every friday night; everyday. Did you hang out with your friends or did you just spend it moping around with your laptop on your lap. Because even if you don't see it. If you stop to just look around. Life will keep on going even if you aren't prepared for it. Because there will always be a obstacle we must surpass.

It is strange to think that half of my life I have lived in a hospital. It seemed more like home than my actual home. Even the plain white walls seemed comforting at times. More comforting than my several stacks of books or the comfort of my own mother's arms. Ever since I could remember I have been here. Spend several holidays and birthdays stuck between these four walls. My mother had found out that at a young age I had developed acute promyelocytic leukemia.

This situation had brought a thought. Kids like me, our parents are alike in one way or the other. Because either our parents will become over-protective of us or they will reject us. Both my parents are one. My mother is over protective and my father has given up. It is impossible to think that the person who is suppose to love you all your life has marked you as a ignorance in his life.

And as of now it seems that all my life I have been stuck in wanderlust. I have finally realized that my life has kept on going without me realizing. Maybe the years of treatment have opened my eyes. Or simply all the time I've had to myself to think. It is strange that the deadly poison in my life is gone. That now I am a normal human being. My hair can grow longer now just like any other. But it's all come crashing down. Not even a year has passed before the doctors found it again. Though it was only in stage one it had started to progress. Now I'm stuck on thinking if I can go through treatment again or just stop and let nature take it's course.

Face claim; stella maxwell

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Stephen is a Cali baby. His mother and father we're high school sweet hearts, though parted ways in college. Years later they met once again and had that spark again. They eventually ended up getting married and brought their first love child into the world. Stephen was a cute chubby baby with large dimples. The dimples were something passed down by his father. Having his good looks and his mothers beautiful dark green eyes.

“Just ‘cause some cute girl likes the same bizarro things you do, that doesn’t make her your soulmate.” -Eponine to Marius, Book III

Life is about chances. Because when you're young you can do as many mistakes as you want. Because when you're older, that's it. It's self explanatory. You are old, too old. You don't have as much time. It's work work work work. If regret is what i'm going to feel in a few years. I'd rather feel regret the next day after I have done something outrageous.

Being told what to do and what not to do. It's always been, "Stephen no that's to dangerous." or "Stephen why would you wanna learn how to play the guitar. You have much better things to do." Because I am a person and I've got to try something. Because if I don't I'll regret it. I am a teen who is in control of who I am.

I am Stephen Leonine. A reckless teen just looking for fun. Well that's how my friend Rex says so. I don't have a hobby that I'm set on. Nor a career that I want to chase after. But what I want to do is live until i'm to old. I'm young and what's great is drinking with my friends. Doing reckless things like stealing a pack of tampons for my girlfriend in freshman year cause i had no money on me. Reckless things that I'll remember for life,because risking my life for a pack of tampons for a girlfriend who had dumped me the next week for her best friend's brother wasn't cool at all. Especially since I was caught.

Memories like that are greater than anything I suppose. My friend Rex has been by my side since middle school. We we're grateful that we had gotten almost every class together in our middle and high school life. My love life was tragic or still is. I'm not the ladies man and I never really try to impress a girl. It's not something that really interest me because it's something that just happens. And if I fall in love with someone then it will happen.

Because even after all the mix signal I give it'll be hard to think that I'm from high class. My father owning a large mining business while my mother is a fashion designer. You'd wonder how they had meet up, or even have the same interests. My parents host many parties. Having dinners with their friends and families. Some occasional dinners for their jobs. Though my future is already planned. I'll be the heir for my father's mining firm. Not that I hate that. I've always found a fascination for numbers and negotiating. So it's a win win situation. But I know i'll have to clean up my act since i'm becoming to old to act so young.

faceclaim; i don't know who the guy is and I found the picture on Tumblr.