Dynamite || Gang || Accepting

[Emi Undead]

|| Zachary. Smith.||

||Name||
Zachary Smith.
||Nickname||
Zach.
||Gender||
Male
||Age||
Seventeen
||Other||
N/A

||Hair Color||
Dirty blonde.
||Eye Color||
Teal.
||Overall Appearance||
Zachary is a muscular, yet thinly boy. People commonly underestimate him by his size, thinking he's an easy target. When in fact, he is the farthest thing from easy.
||Tattoos/Scars/Piercings||
His ears are stretched to 00g.
||Clothing Style||
Baggy shirts with somewhat tight jeans. His jeans are more 'normal' than others. Not skinny jeans, not baggy.
||Other||
N/A

||Personality||
Zach doesn't really speak to many people. He keeps to himself and Barely tries to get to know people. He is sometimes described as a “dark-Levi’s dark-Henley dark boots kind of guy” who smells of mint. He keeps his past under wraps and is accused of more lies than truth from people- he is not, in fact, lying, he simply avoids the questions. He can be sly and brooding, and frequently leaves people alternately furious or tongue tied. He uses his charms as a way of getting what he wants and avoiding unwanted questions, though he begins to open up as He gets to know SOME people. He is described to have black hair, smokey eyes and maybe about six-foot-one or two.
Most of the time, however, Zach is described as a 'bad boy' and is quite spontaneous. Although, he is a very patient person. He takes his time and does things his way - and on his own terms. He wears a single silver chain around his neck and never takes it off. It was given to him by some one very special to him. Some people describe him as 'inhuman'. Saying that he is overly rude at any given time.
||Rank||
More of an undercover character. Not always in the action, but very skillfull, helpfull. More like a 'secret weapon' than anything.
||Gang||
Crips. He's always wanted to be in the Bloods, but his family has always been on the Crips side.
||Phobias||
->Enclosed spaces.
->Unidentifiable insects and creatures.
->Being trapped.
||Diseases||
None.
||Likes||
->Candy.
->Animals.
->Friendship.
||Dislikes||
->Orange flavored anything.
->People that annoy him.
||Theme Song||
Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over
||Other||
N/A.

||Phone||
Cosmos touch.
||Car/ Bike||
Yamaha.
||Other||
N/A


||Best Friend||
Open.
||Orientation||
Straight.
||Nationality||
Canadian.
||Crush||
Open.
||Boyfriend/Girlfriend||
Single.
||Spouse||
None.
||Other||
N/A

||Username||
Emiundead.
||Your Nickname||
Emi.
||Anything Else?||

[p u p p e h]

|| Courtney Melissa Cumming ||

||Name|| "I'm Courtney."
||Nickname|| "Some people call me Jello, but whatever works!"
||Gender|| "I am a gurrrrrrl."
||Age|| "I am only sixteen, but five on the inside."
||Other|| "No"

||Hair Color|| "It's really dark brown with some highlights."
||Eye Color|| "I have green eyes."
||Overall Appearance|| "I have straight brown hair, skinny jeans and a blouse."
||Tattoos/Scars/Piercings|| "I have some scars and a few piercings here and there."
||Clothing Style|| "Anything funky and fun."
||Other|| "Nooooo!"



||Personality|| "I am the most random person that you will ever meet. No joke. For example; your talking to me about something important, and I'll burst out laughing about a joke you told me a year ago that I just understand now. I do that alot. Some people get upset and throw a fit, but who really cares?
I am also very good at flirting with the other gang. My gang hates it, but I'm sorry, I am only human."

||Rank|| "I am a girl/soldier."
||Gang|| "The Cript."
||Phobias|| "Guns and death."
||Diseases|| "No."
||Likes|| "Boys and laughs."
||Dislikes|| "Guns and death."
||Theme Song|| "The One That Got Away- Katy Perry."

||Other||



||Phone|| 543-6234
||Car/ Bike|| "I ride at motor."
||Other|| "O."



||Best Friend|| "No."
||Orientation|| "Straight, not a rainbow."
||Nationality|| "American."
||Crush|| "No.."
||Boyfriend/Girlfriend|| "DANG I WANT ONE! but, no."
||Spouse|| "No.."
||Other|| "No."


||Username|| iPuppeh1.
||Your Nickname|| Pup
||Anything Else?||

No.

[BalletBabeEmie]

((Both accepted))

[p u p p e h]

[Please update the first page, thanks!]

[BalletBabeEmie]

((Done the first page!!))

[p u p p e h]

Blake:
I burst into the shed, pushing past all the weapons that were in the way. I'll take the gun, Amy. I tell her, impatient. I reach out my hand, wagging my fingers. I begin to tap my foot. I bite down hard on my lip, ignoring the fact that I was being pretty rude. I really didn't care, I just felt like shooting.

[p u p p e h]

Courtney:
I pace nervously around the shed, my hands behind my back. A drop of sweat rolls down my cheek, resembling a tear. I brush it off gently with my index finger. I turn to the gang. Anybody need a weapon? I ask, reaching foward and pulling the weapon drawer open with force.

[BalletBabeEmie]

||Amy||

Amy frowned and rolled her eyes "Your welcome!" she yelled and took a knife from a little holder attached to her leg, she pointed it at Blake "Be a little bit nicer. Anyway, I'm going out tonight, so I can't do any raids tonight, sorry" she shrugged putting the knife away and shrugged.

[p u p p e h]

Blake:
I shrug, careless. Why should ? I roll my eyes and take the gun. I whirl it around, spinning my body aswell. I chuckle. Lighten up. I turn my grimace into a large, goofy smile. Wait, where are you going? I ask boldly, my smile turning into a deep frown.

[BalletBabeEmie]

||Amy||

Amy flicked her hair out of her face "To the club" she smirked "I have a life other than violence... And that's guys" she grinned and tilted her head to the side. Her phone beeped and she took it out of her back pocket and looked at the text she quickly texted back and slipped it back into her pocket.