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[[All the basics are done. It is late so my sentences are choppy and the post is a little disorganized. I will create a longer/more detailed description for tomorrow. I can’t wait to start! - Dez]]
{ -*Full - Name*- } {{First name is 'Nemo'. Middle name is 'Aden'. Finally, my last name is 'Zigz'. If you put that all together you get 'Nemo Aden Zigz' }} { -*Nick - Names*- } {{I guess... Um ... Some people call me 'Nene'. I'm not exactly fond with it, but it's fine.}} { -*Gender*- } {{ I'm positive that I am a guy. If you really are unsure about that ... don't worry... I checked. }} { -*Age*- } {{Um... I am seventeen, but its not like you care.}} { -*Orientation*- } {{Heh, I'm bisexual... I don't care about the gender really. Just love me.}} { -*Basic Description*- } {{I have chestnut brown hair which I renamed 'Muddy brown', but there are a few streaks of blonde here and there. I also have high cheekbones, structured jaw, chocolate brown eyes, and slightly sunken in cheeks. I always have the calmest of expressions if a blush is not scarring my sun-kissed cheeks. I have tan skin, but I do pale if out the sun for a long amount of time. I have really nice skin I guess, there's a few birthmarks here and here, but they aren't noticeable unless you catch me naked. I kind of lay on the short side, so I am not as built as most guys. In my defense, I do have abs at least. I have a very slender and toned figure, not what I wanted, but it's what I get. I am only 5'8 and have been since forever, and I weigh around 148 lbs.}}
{ - Personality - } I am a pretty nice guy who cares about others more than I do myself. It is pretty crazy how I get ran over so much, but I still help them. I don't think I have a mean bone in me, cause I have never told anyone 'No' to a favor before. Well it depends on what it was of course. I am a good kid always doing my best to please my mother and father, and it rewarded me sometimes, but sometimes it didn't. I have a big heart for people and I do everything with all I've got. I don't like to slack off and become some lazy bum, because no one wants that. I am a shy guy though, I become clumsy, blush, fumble with my fingers, its so obvious when I am shy. I have never really opened up to people, so I usually stay quiet. Haha the irony of being a mute right? I come off as a loner, but people still crowd around me. They always try to crack my shell, no matter how many times they fail. I am a trustworthy guy and some people come to me for advice, and that makes me happy on the inside. I am not perfect though, I have many flaws that I try to hide. I cover them up so no one can see them. I break pretty easily and I always end up in more pieces than before, but I always keep a smile on my face. Ah, but come and hang with me. The mute guy. { - History - } W.I.P { - Best Friend - } I guess anyone would really fit the part.
{ - Crush - } ..... { - Date - } ..... { - Kids - } ........ { - Other - } Yep, read the rule.
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[I am finally finished. I have been typing for my character's personality and history the last forty minutes without stopping so yea, I am going to rest my fingers a bit now.]
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping.
And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops.
And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes, The rainbow arching over in the skies, New sparks of wonder opening in surprise.
All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously, Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.
{ - Full - Name - } Christopher Tyler River { - Nick - Names - } Chris, River { - Gender - } Male "Last time I checked anyway; you can have a look if you want...' { - Age - } Eighteen :: 18 { - Orientation - } Straight "-as a arrow, unless I'm really drunk" { - Basic Description - } Chris is a thin lanky guy, he isn't very muscular and it's clear that he doesn't like sports...or any other physical activity actually. He has paler skin but not vampire like. He just doesn't spend alot of time outside in the sun. At a first glance you wouldn't be able to tell that Chris comes from a wealthy family. He likes to wear vinatge clothing that he gets from yard sales or trift store. They mainstream fasions really don't caught his eye. He likes to look a like bizzare. Overall Chris is a pretty good looking guy is you are into tattoos, pircings and odd hair. Eye Color~ Light gray-blue. Hair Color~ Naturally dirty blond, his mohawk is died light green. Weight and Height~ Chris stands about 5'11 and is just under the adverage weight for his body type. Body Modifications~ Nose ring, tounge pircing, lip ring, multiple ear pircings. Chris also has quite a few tattoos scattered across his body but they are usually covered up.
{ - Personality - } Chrisopher is a interesting young man. He is very outgoing and eccentric; definatly over dramtic at times. He is social and likes to talk people, he can strike up conversation with just about anyone. Chris is creative he claims to live for music; he is rarely found with out his IPod blasting some form of violent rock music. He also likes to sing along terrible out of key but to annoy those around him. He is very rebellious and stand off-ish, Chris has to question everything he is told. Not following popular trends just to fit in, he does his own thing and it seems like he does care what others think about him. For some reason Chris has a problem with authority figures; he feels like he's being threatened or belittled by them and always finds a reason to break rules. Christopher River is a very charming person, he's a huge flirt but isn't big on long relationships. Chris is fun loving and rarely be serious went it's needed. Chris is a emotional guy, even if he won't admit it. He isn't at all good at hiding his emotions; if something is bugging him everyone will know about it. Chris also has a short temper and has been know to get in fights. Although his way of fighting is usually though insults and witty sarcastic comments with his fiery temper things can get violent. Chris isn't one to hold grudges if he thinks over what happen he usually finds it was a pointless fight and will apologize at a later date { - History - } Christopher had a pretty good childhood. However his parents where at work alot and he still doesn't had a close relationship with them, he was raised mostly by nannies that he never really liked. His parents did however enforce a strict set of household rules. When Chris left really attion starved he woukd get in trouble because it was the only time his parents would ever seem to really notice him; getting yelled at was better than being invisable. Thats where he figures he started to get really rebellious; in elementary school. Nothing really stands out in his life untill he was fifteen. His parents seperated and he along with his siblings had to put up with being shipped between them. He eventually just decided to stay living with his father. The man was rarely home and his mother was always one his case about his music and clothing choice. Not a terrible dramtic life; he isn't touchie about his past either if you want to know about it just ask. { - Best Friend - } [{Anyone wanna be his friend?}
{ - Crush - }Open; no one yet. { - Date - }No one. { - Kids - }No "Well I sure hope not." { - Other - }....
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Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping.
And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops.
And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes, The rainbow arching over in the skies, New sparks of wonder opening in surprise.
All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously, Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.
Disclaimer - Not my images. I got them from weHeartIt.com
Δ и т σ ι и ɛ т т ɛ { - Full name - } "My name is Bob. Bob Tim Joe. No, seriously. Oh wait, you want legal, now don't ya? Shoulda said that before. It's Antoinette Marie Bastena." { - Nick - Names - } "Usually I go by Animal. Yeah, this time I'm not joking, they call me Animal. But you could also call me Annie or Nell. Prefferably Annie." { - Gender - } "Can't you tell by my manliness that I'm a guy? Not that hard." { - Age - } "Sigh. I'm only sixteen, which means no lip piercing...yet!"
{ - Orientation - } "I do believe I'm straight as can be." { - Basic Description - } Annie is a petite, tall girl with an athletic build. She wears a double zero, or extra small, in juniors, and she can still fit into a size 16 child's shirt occasionally. In adult sizes, extra small as well. As for shoes, Annie is a size six in womens. No larger, no smaller. Always a six. Annie's legs are all muscle - she's a hardcore runner, and works out every day. As for her arms...yeesh. Even though they are used for running, they aren't in the best shape and it pains Annie to even think about them. She isn't super skinny, despite being small, and she is solid. She has an hourglass figure and wide, sloping shoulders. Onto her face. Annie has a relatively circular face, and her chin looks as if it's been sculpted - in other words, it isn't sharp and ism let's see, a bit blunt? She has pale green eyes, the color of grass when it's just coming up after winter - almost sickly looking, btu still beautiful. She almost always has makeup on, so her eyes are usually rimmed in dark mascara and black eyeshadow, since it brings out the green. She has high-set cheekbones and a pointed nose. Her lips are also quite a bit paler than she would have hoped, but with the help of makeup that is easily fixed. She's almsot always got blood red lipstick smeared on. Annie has longe, thick blonde hair with natural brown highlights. She hates her hair - it's very hard to take care of, and as Annie gets older she finds it harder and harder to manage each day. However, it is quite pretty. It's not exactly straight- sometiems she'll wake up and it'll be waves all over the place, and no matter how much she brushes it it stays that way. Other days, it'll be pin straight. She cannot, hwoever, curl or flatten ehr hair usign any type of device- it just doesn't work.
{ - Personality - } Ooh, the personality. THe most complex part of Annie. Shall we start with the good? Annie is a party girl if I've ever seen one. SHe's almost always got somewhere to go, people to see, places to be. She needs to be active all the time in order to be happy, and in school or at home, just sitting down makes her horribly nervous, which leads her to start up on one of her most annoying habits- biting her nails. She likes to be around people and to be the center of attention, and she usually won't settle for being in the background. Annie has to stand out, be different, make a splash, whatever you want to call it; the point is, Annie is one of a kind. Annie hates it when people copy her new ways of doing things, which again leads us into anothe rpart of her. She likes to change the way things are done. Everyone at school wears a striped scarf? Annie's is polka dotted. Skinny jeans are in? Annie wears a skirt. Let's get into the stuff beneath Annie's happy exterior. Everyone ahs their dark side, and this is Annie's. She has quite a temper, and she's learned how to keep it down due to many classes- make that many, many, many classes- however, sometimes it flares up and she just can't stop it. She'll yell at, scream at, and hit anyoen she can get her hands on, and she's also been known to collapse into a fit of sobs. Annie can't take a lot of pressure - it completely melts her down. Also, don't ask Annie for anything when she's in one of her moods. She can be horribly snappy when she's not feeling well. It's not exactly that she's mean- to her, it's mroe of a defense mechanism, a way of showing she's tough and can make it in this world. Another thing; Annie likes to act like she can do anything and is Miss Tough Girl, when really, trapped inside of her, there's the little, scared girl she really is all locked up. Annie, of course, doesn't liek to lean on other people for help, although she will admit her own flaws, sometimes a little to much. S he goes thorugh self esteem swings. Sometimes, she believes in herself quite a bit and works toward her goals. Other, times, Annie is a little depressed and will often stare of into space and completely zone out, and at those points she feels pretty darn useless. Now, I've gone into so much detail on the dark, forgotten side of Annie that you may think she's an annoying crybaby. But this dark side doesn't show itself very often. Usually, Annie is her happy, party loving, guy stealing, showing-off-for-fun kind of self. She likes to be seen as the girl who can tough it out through hard tiems and always have a smile on her face. And most likely, she will. { - History - } Annie was born in a small cottage out in the mountains on a cold, December day. Her mother died giving birth to her, because living in the wilderness, there were no doctors. Her father and older brothers and sisters were hit quite hard by Annie's mother's death, and Annie grew up in a solemn home. Annie didn't know what it was liek to have a mother, and when she was young, no one had the heart to tell ehr there was a such thing as one. She didn't live around anyone with a living mother, so the kept it hidden from her until she was ten years old. At that point, in her hoemschoolign with ehr father, she felt like he had been skipping around some things in a book about family they were reading. When he went out for the three hour drive to and fromt he city to buy some food, Annie found the book and read it. She was soon fully informed on what a mother was, and sh ebelieved she had one. Her oldest sister was twenty years old, and she ran up to ehr and asked if she was her mommy. Annie's sister broke down into tears and told her she didn't have a mother- they're mother had died giving birth to her. This hurt Annie, who now felt like her family hated her for being alive instead of her mother. HErt siblings and father assured her it wasn't like that, but she didn't believe them. Then, one day, when Annie was twelve and had been struggling through the past two years, her father announced that they were movign to the city for lack of funds. Annie was hit hard. The country was her life- she'd never seen a person outside her family, and the prospect fo seeing millions scared her to death. She moved with reluctance, runnign away a few times. Annie still misses the country, but has grown to love being in a suburban area as well. It was quite hard for her to fit in a t schook in the begining, but she's earned friends and has adjusted to seeing people with their mothers. { - Best Friend - } "I think I'm most like Faith, maybe?"
{ - Crush - } "Are you kidding? Not yet." { - Date - } "I don't even like anyone." { - Kids - } "Wait, what dod you just ask me? I'm sixteen, sheesh, heck no." { - Other - } "Er, I run track."
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