Ɯнɛи ʏσʋя иαмɛ ιƨ αℓℓ ʏσʋ нαʌɛ | Only Accepting Guys

[careless reality]

|| Joining. This looks really fun! ||

[Vespur]

[This looks nice to join, but I don't post long ones like you Creppy. So for now I might just lurk, it looks like a good enough story to read. (: Anyways, maybe might join, have no idea yet. I already got a lot of others, but maybe. Who I might bring is either Slade or Pandora, who knows. Keep it up though.]

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Heh. I knew that ]]

[apathy,]

*Blushes* { Why thank you guys!}

{ @ Zombie; Yeah right. }

*Attempts to work on my post.*

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Shhh! LOL. Okay, gotta think of a strategy to work this post. ]]

[apathy,]

*Waits*

[careless reality]

XxX
xXx

If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me

{ - Full - Name - }
"I have such an ugly name! Jessica Claire Ball. Ball! Seriously? Do you know how many jokes someone could make with that one word."

{ - Nick - Names - }
"Well everyone just calls me Jess, even though I tell them not to repeatively.."

{ - Gender - }
"Seriously. I mean really! Is it not obvious?"

{ - Age - }
"I was born August 19, 1998. Sssoooo.. Do the math."

{ - Orientation - }
"I'm bisexual. Simple as that."

{ - Basic Description - }
w.i.p.

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{ - Personality - }
Jesses is very secretive and almost never opens up to anyone, few ever dare to try for she is very difficult to fathom and understanding her seems near impossible. She is wary and sharp toward strangers, forming impressions carefully always conscious of the threat of being hurt. She judges people through observations, always keeping an eye out for danger. She is usually very quiet and but she is easy to ruffled and is hurt by the smallest of things which, along with her unpredictable moods, makes her a very sensitive person though she is easy to console. Even though she has a excusive demeanor she is truly concern about other´s feelings and needs.

If someone were to slip past Jesse's guard they'll find that she is fun to be with but she does enjoy her solitude. She has a strong sense of sympathy towards the others stranded on the island with her and treats all equally, but she is never truly seeking out friends among the strangers of the island. Though has adapted to the life of the island, the bugs and the constant threat of starvation she cannot help but brood about the past and the old friends, sometimes remaining utterly still for hours as she reminisces on old times. Jesses is prone to having dieting problems, sometimes she will refuse to eat for days because she feels she is too fat.

Jesse loves to attract others, loves to be loved. She longs for attention, and like every other teenage girl of her age, for true love. But she has reputation for her lack of trust in a relasonship for fear of falling in love then having her heart ripped out of her chest by the one she loves. She can't help but fall in love easily, which is why she tends to avoid others the best she can in her fight for survival for when she falls, she falls hard and deep. Once she is committed to someone she is always faithful. She is romantic and often dreams of a life she feels she’ll never see; a handsome husband to cuddle with in the warm of the sun as their two beautiful children run around the chasing the family’s dog.

Even with her ever-changing personality Jesse still takes pride in the person she is. Jesse is an intelligent and clever girl, she would be considered a wonderful leader if it were not for her decision making issues. Jesse loves her freedom and can be rebellious when it is restricted. She strong-willed and often described as stubborn, but these qualities of hers often get her into sticky situations with those who are higher than her in rank. Jesses can be superstitious, a draw-back from the millions of fiction books she read before she was ship-wreaked on this island.

{ - History - }
w.i.p.

{ - Person you Trust the most - }
"I would trust a shark before I trust one of these strangers. For all I know they could be canabals or something!"

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{ - Crush - }
"Weellllll.. No one. Hehe did you really think I would tell you? Even if I did have a crush, I wouldn't. So, yeah. next question."

{ - Lover - }
"Lover? Yeah, righttt! Like that is sssoooo gonna to happen to me."

{ - Kids - }
"Do you really expect me to have any children. At my age? Nnnoooooo thank you."

{ - Other - }
"Last question? Finally. Well, I can speak a little bit of French, but nothing beyond greetings and small talk."
|| And of course I red the rules x3 Why do you think it took so long to make my character? xP ||

[Zombie Skittles]

Crush: No one
Mood: Unhappy
Interaction: No one
Location: On the beach, beside a tree

L ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ
Female ~ Seventeen ~ Single

Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way

Lidia huddles against a tree, with a banana leave over her head, she watches the rain poor down on the sand and the ocean across from her. She really did love the rain, but being stuck in it with a grouchy mood was not a good combination. Lidia curses frequently under her breath. Words that wouldn't hear normally from her. But she was freezing, and it was only in the summer! She was already pissed off by a mother monkey earlier today, and the rain was not helping.

Lidia starts to tremble, she pushes herself close to the tree, seeking warmth but finding nothing. She was sure everyone else was either huddled against each other, cracking jokes to lighten the mood, while she was sitting next to a tree freezing. Lidia ran her free hand up and down her goosebumps covered arms. She could hear voices slightly behind the pouring rain.

[[ Um, like Writer's block. ]]

[free.]

(I'll be making a guy later.)

You forgot me,
You forgot me.
Left me with my sins.
Cried myself to sleep each night,
Just prayin you'd come back.
Falling stars, just like my tears.
Terrified of the night,
And the dreams it would bring.
Filled with you, always you.
I cried out all my tears.

I'm changing my ways
I'm changing today.
I'll be a better friend, lover, and person.
I'll care for those who have are poor,
I'll pity those who have no heart.
I'll smile brighter, like the sun.
I'll change today,
Getting better, everyday.

{ - Full - Name - }
Mikayla Saylor Janson

{ - Nick - Names - }
Kayla

{ - Gender - }
Girl

{ - Age - }
Sixteen

{ - Orientation - }
Straight

{ - Basic Description - }
Kayla is a small girl of only 5'4. She's slender and willowy, tiny. She weighs only around 90 pounds. Her legs and arms are long and thin, and very muscular. She holds an inner strength, a wiry, athletic strength. She is petite and graceful, with a curving, feminine body. SHe has the obdy of a dancer, for dancing is what she did before the island wreck. Dancing and music, such as the piano and cello. Her fingers are long and thin, her hands and feet small and delicate. Always smelling like a flower, Kayla has an air of graceful beauty about her. She has long brunette hair that spills down past her shoulders, but is usually pulled up into a high, tight bun. Her face is narrow, her eyes blue and framed with thick black lashes. Her nose is small, and her lips full and cherry red. Almost always dressed in simple leggings, flats, and a shirt, her style is a carefre elegance. She can make most outfits look good on her, but does not emphasize upon her dancer's body or her beauty. Instead, she rarely wears makeup and dresses however she chooses; whether that be a dress one day or a beatles shirt and old jeans the next.

{ - Personality - }
Kayla, at first glance, could be seen as a shy and meek girl. And yes, she is shy, at first. But meek, no. Kayla doesn't talk much, and is very quiet and smart when it comes to educatoin. To a stranger, she is simply the girl next door; shy, smart, cute. But to people who know her, Kayla is much, much more.

With a huge heart and full of compassion and sympathy, Kayla is one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. She fights for animal rights, and loves both animals and nature. Back home she had a yellow lab named Daisy, and a jack russel terrier named Dot. As well as a cat named Zeus. She was the bright kid in advanced math and humanities, the one who joined all the clubs that would help the world. She was the girl who most guessed would be going to somewhere like Princeton, or Yale.

A funny, witty person, she could usually make people laugh. Whether this was by just being her quirky, humorous self, or by making the stupidest jokes ever. She liked making people laugh, and was easy to make smile or laugh herself. She definately wouldn't have been the group leader, but the girl in the pack that suggested fun and probably troublesome things to do. Like dying their hair, sneaking into the schoool at night. She's got a devilish side, and is very mischevious.

Very creative. Kayla excells at poetry, writing, and music. As well as art. She was selected from her state to put her artwork in a national show for kids her age. She's had many fun experiences, annd is a loyal, loving person. She plays the cello and piano, or did at least, back home. Sometimes, now, on the island, she sings in a clear sweet voice, trying to at least hold on to some sort of memory from back home.

Though definately not the ideal person to be in this situation, she is a survivalist. Kayla will do what it takes to survive. A tough and tenacious girl, she is stubborn and will raise her voice to be heard above the others. Calm and practical, she is often turned to for advice on many things. From emotions to relationships, to what plants are edible. She's read so many books in her lifetime, that she knows a lot. She makes friends with most and ties to be at peace with everyone. Fights are dealt with and friendships repaired with her.

Though a smart, practical young girl, she has found herself head over heels for a few guys. Her relationships have been sweet, but short. All she knows is that love will find her eventually, and for now, best to be at peace with your exes and remain friends, no matter the hurt inflicted on both sides. Relationships are hard. She doesn't look at what a guy looks like, but more of whats on the inside. She just wants a kind, caring boyfriend, who's maybe even funny too.

{ - History - }
Kayla was born and raised in England nutil the age of twelve, when she moved to Maine. Her mother was a professional cello player, her father an author and professor. Her family was well off, and Kayla was given the finest education possible. From boarding schools to private school, her parents would switch her school every so often to get a different view of things. They wanted her to be open-minded and intelligent. She traveled abroad a lot, due to her being in a special group in the church. She had danced since the age of four, and never stopped. Kayla was on her way to becoming a professional dancer, and was on her way to a dancing school when the crash happened, and she ended up on the island. She still hopes and prays everyday for people to come take her home, but has been forced to accept her situation.

{ - Person you Trust the most - }
She doesn't really know anyone yet, so no one. But this will change with time.

{ - Crush - }
Not knowing anyone, she doesn't really know yet. She wants to get to know a guy first.

{ - Lover - }
None.

{ - Kids -}
Nope, not likely.

{ - Other - }
Of course I didn't read the rules, why in the world would I do that?
JUST KIDDING! Of course I read the rules!

[apathy,]

{How do you get WB on the first post? LOL}

{Accepted.}

{Hey, Zombie, did you notice I don't have the rule, 'Make a guy for every girl' anymore? I learned to deal with it! LOL}