Ⓕⓞⓡⓔⓥⓔⓡ Ⓐⓝⓓ Ⓐⓛⓦⓐⓨⓢ ┇ Romance ┇ Semi-Literate ┇ Accepting

[~BlueBird~]

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[111misc]

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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Joseph Meyer
αɢɛ:: 21
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male
σтнɛяƨ:: Nope

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: light brown, like like sanded wood.
нαιя cσℓσя:: Dark brown, like wet soil. It's short and wavy and thick. Basically he's got nice hair, if your into brunettes.
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: About six feet tall, and weighing in at about 180.
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Er, normal. He's a T-shirt-and-grass-stained-jeans type of fellow. He'll wear the comfortable over the fashionable, and always something he can get a little dirty.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: None
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: Casanova Baby by the Gaslight Anthem

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Joey's a sweet guy. Easy-going and happy. He can come across naive, because he tries to look at the best in people, to find their greatness. Of course, that's what got him hurt the last time. He's a little more wary now, of people he might have to watch out for, but still, you can't change a leopards spots. Joey's always been kind to those around him, holding doors, smiling at strangers, laughing at jokes, even if they aren't funny. It's hard for him to imagine not being nice to others, and he can't stand it, seeing other people be cruel and compassionless to their fellow men. It disgusts him. Once he dated a girl like that, who'd be snide and mean. Well, it didn't last too long. The thing is, if Joey doesn't like you, he won't be afraid to say so. He's brutally honest like that. It's the same with compliments, though, so if he does really like you, or you know, feel something for you, he won't be afraid to say that either. Joey's comfortable with himself as a person. He's not overly funny or obnoxious, not aloof, not mysterious or brooding. Not exeptionally talented in any one field, not overly handsome or covered in acne, either; he's pretty normal. But he's fine with himself. Maybe he's wiser than anyone in that sense, because he doesn't feel like he needs to impress you with money he doesn't have, or jokes, or abs. He's a pretty chill guy; sweet, kind, deep, but still himself through and through.
нιƨтσяʏ:: Joey grew up with three older brothers, so they basically used him as a punching bag. Despite that, he turned out pretty well. His eldest brother's still in prison for trying to rob a bank armed, but the other two are fine. One's living out in the country, the other still near his parents. Both are married and the older has a kid. His whole life Joey's been babied by his parents, so he's been kind of glad to move out here and get away from it all. {Optional.}
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: None at the moment {Keep this updated!}
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: Single {Keep this updated!}
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: Never married {Keep this updated!}
κι∂(ƨ):: He's traditional: nope {Keep this updated!}
σтнɛяƨ:: Nada {Keep this updated!}

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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Annabelle Danger Rose (yes, her middle name is literally Danger)
αɢɛ:: 20 {18 – 25}
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Female
σтнɛяƨ:: None

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: An ice blue like clear crystal and sky. Vibrant and large and piercing; like they see to your heart and beyond.
нαιя cσℓσя:: Dark dark brown, almost black; rich and thick in coils down her back.
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: 5'11, mostly leg, and about 135-ish.
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Bohemian. Long, flowing skirts and tie-die dresses. Ripped shirts and bare bellies and backs. Sandals and earthy colors, lots of wooden and feather jewelry, you get the idea.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: Earrings, one in each ear, but that's it.
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: Breath Me by Sia

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Anne's the mysterious one. She's always held back, never gave herself away completely. Sometimes she feels trapped; like a bird in a cage, but the words never come out. She's kind, in a quiet, resiliant way. But she's hard, too. Anne's not the girl to try and push around. She learned how to stand up for herself because no one else was there to do it, and she won't let herself get into that position again. And you're not going to know what I'm talking about because she'd never tell you unless she trusted you with her life, and maybe not even then. Anne's strong, like I said, but stubborn and proud, too. Her head stays tall, always. She holds grudges easily and for long periods of time, but if there was one word that summed up Anne, it might very well be contrary. She's always going her own way. Never really a follower, but not really a leader, either; she's a lone wolf, in a sense. Loneliness, though, is not something she's immune too. Last time, she thought she'd found someone who understood her. They'd go out, at midnight, during the full moon, and just run around the hills and go swimming int the rivers and climbing trees like crazy wild children. She'd laugh and laugh and cry with happiness. They'd sit by each other in the long grass just breathing in the same air. And then it all crashed down on her. So now, who knows? Anne's a little frazzled, still. She doesn't fee betrayed as much as she feels alone so acutely. Like no one cares about her, if she lives or dies, walks or runs, speaks or stays silent. So yea, she's strong, but it's come at a price. Because all this strength, even if she doesn't know it, she uses it to push people away.
нιƨтσяʏ:: Not unless she tell's you herself, sorry pal.
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: None {Keep this updated!}
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: Hardly! {Keep this updated!}
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: Nope {Keep this updated!}
κι∂(ƨ):: She has literally no maternal instinct. {Keep this updated!}
σтнɛяƨ:: Na' {Keep this updated!}

[~BlueBird~]

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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Sabrina Doe Heart
αɢɛ:: 20
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Female
σтнɛяƨ:: ϰ

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: green-blue
нαιя cσℓσя:: blonde
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: 5'4 120
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: ' I prefer to wear black and white, but when those cloths are in the laundry I wear whatever I can find, which usually I have a beanie and sunglasses on. With a bracelet that has my name on it.'
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: Her ears are pierced.
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: Fly-Nicki Minaj

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Sabrina, has had a hard life. So here first instict is to be a jerk to any and all who talk to her, or try to make contact. She doesn't care much about feelings. Example, she could date you for two months, and just leave you with no explination or where she was going. Another Example, you hurt yourself on the dance floor, she will say. No blood or bones popping out, get up. She is a cold person, even to her 'friends'. Who she never has long enough to actual, trust. She always scares them away, you could say because she doesn't trust anyone. But she says because none is like her, or fits in with her. She will point out any and every flaw she sees in you, right from the start. She does like romance, chick-flicks, or drama. She says that they are stupid and is just a way for a girl to get attention. She hates populars with a pation, she thinks they are bottom feeders, searching for a way to be noticed. With out any given talent or reason for what they do. She has never had a true friend, or any true family. She has never been loved, that why she never loves anyone & will never give her time or attention to anyone longer that a few minutes. Or seconds in some cases, for the people who atomaticly got on her bad side. She judges people, but looks and poster, and how they carry themselfs. She could care less about their personality or how they act to others. Appearance is all that matter in her eyes. If you appear mean, rude popular, female dog, etc. She won't give you a change, she won't give you a second to try to make an impression, so don't try.Some thing that she is a sucker for is animals, which is very weird, seeing she hates almost everything. But animals make her soft hearts. But you shouldn't try to make friends with her when she is playing with a animal, or she will literally beat you, until you leave the room, so she can spend time with the animal.But since she's moved, her personality has begun to change. She is nicer to people and tries to stay away from fighting and popular people. She tries to be the person she should have been if her parents had raised her right. But you can's always change people, so her old personality will show, and it isn't pretty.
нιƨтσяʏ:: All Sabrina's life, she lived with parents who were always drunk, which made them abusive and unsafe. And from seeing that at an early age, and not getting out much. Thats how Sabrina thought life was like that.Her neigborhood didn't help much either. You could say she lived in the 'hood', with the gangs and such. Her grandparents hated to see her here. But her parents wouldn't let her leave. So she crew up around violence, hatred, and judging people at first glance. So she though that was how she should act. So all throughout elementary, middle, and Highschool. She was gettin suspension after suspention. When she moved with her grandparents she began to act better in school and a better role model for other students at the school. But she gets in fights every now and then. But really who doesn't in highschool. Finally,her grandparents got ahold of her after, the death of her parents and younger sister.
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: 'Soap, from MW3 He is sooo frickin' cool!' Doesn't have one
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: ϰ
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: ϰ
κι∂(ƨ):: Summer
σтнɛяƨ::

Cheesy smile
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I'm the one on the left
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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Darruis Lee Marshal
αɢɛ:: 21
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male
σтнɛяƨ:: ✄

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: Hazel
нαιя cσℓσя:: Dirty blonde/ Light Brown
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: 5'10 & 150
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Doesn't really have one.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: ✄
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: What I've Done- Linkin Park

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Darrius, you could say is 'normal'. Well in his standereds which is alot different from everybody elses.Unlike his Best Friend Sabrina, he does judge people as much when they first meet. But don't think he does, because every person does, we all know that. He however, judges you when he sees you, in his 'standereds', but will meet you and get into a conversation so he can get to know you better. Darrius is actually good at understanding people's problems and difficulities in life. Because of Sabrina and that he has dyslexia. So he can understand when people have trouble with school work and such.
He is actually a good friend, he always tries to be there when people need him, and tries to be there when he is able to. But there is also the side of Darrius that isn't so nice. That's when you actually agrivate him over, and over, and over again. Repeatedly, and non stop, about stupid things. When he is in the mood, he isn't fun to talk to or hang around, because he staps and yells about everything you do even if you say hi. But he can overcome this mood, easily-ish. You have to give him time to calm himself and get everything together. Well other than that, Darrius is like most other guys, clueless about relationships.Even though he has been throught quite a few he still doesn't comprehend girls, or how to make them happy. Because in his point of view, each girl is totally different and whatever he learned from the last on is totally wrong about the new one. So he needs some help on that, and you shouldn't ask him for relationship advice.........Ever. He's pretty smart, not all the time. Like his sister says, you got street smarts, not all school smarts. But he manages to keep a 3.8 grade average which is 0.2 less than his sister, but he could careless about that
нιƨтσяʏ:: 'Let's just say it isn't pretty'
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: ✄
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: ✄
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: ✄
κι∂(ƨ):: ✄
σтнɛяƨ:: ✄

[meijhana]

Alyx

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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Alyxandrya Belladonna Porter
αɢɛ:: 19
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Female
σтнɛяƨ:: ***

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: It tends to change. Sometimes it can be a smokey grey color, while other times it is a clear deep blue
нαιя cσℓσя:: Naturally black, but it has been died many times. Currently it is black though.
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: 5’10” 111 lbs
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Alyx seems to prefer comfort to style most of the time, often wearing comfortable jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. Generally, she wears quite a bit of jewelry, with bracelets on both wrists, at least two rings on each hand, and usually can be seen wearing her favourite scorpion necklace. On her “lazy days,” she can usually be caught wearing a bleach-stained pair of navy blue sweats large enough to fit someone three times her size, and a cut-neck slouchy t-shirt.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: None
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: ”A Thousand Years”—Christina Perri

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Alyx is generally reserved with people she doesn’t know, but will occasionally open up to people she has learned to trust. She is a fighter, and her athletic build facilitates that. She’s not afraid to get rough with people if needed, and her temper lashes out at odd moments sometimes. She is very self-conscious about her physical appearance due to her past, but she will not let anyone else know that. She carries herself confidently to distract from the fact that she really is insecure, and at times feels like she is “unlovable.” She is loyal to her friends, but getting on her bad side is never a good idea. She is not afraid to play dirty. Her brother is ridiculously protective of her, no matter how many times she reminds him that she is a grown woman and can take care of herself. That is the only tension that ever rises between them.
нιƨтσяʏ:: From the earliest she can remember, Alyx’s parents pushed her to be beautiful. She was entered in pageants as soon as she could walk, and as she aged the physical aspect of her parents’ “hobby” became more and more demanding. For a while during her high school years she enjoyed modelling, with all of the photo shoots and attention, but beginning at the end of her freshman year, she was told that she was getting “too fat” to model the types of clothing they were looking for. She struggled with anorexia for years to come, and still does to this day. Fortunately, her older brother Jack has always been there for her, and he is the only person she feels like she can confide in. She curses her parents for putting her through it, but when she thinks about it there is no other way that she would have done anything.
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: None at the moment
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: None at the moment
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: None
κι∂(ƨ):: None
σтнɛяƨ:: Jack is her older brother

Jack

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ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ:: Jackson Benjamin Porter
αɢɛ:: 21
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male
σтнɛяƨ:: None

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ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: A deep, deep sky blue
нαιя cσℓσя:: Sandy Blonde
нɛιɢнт αи∂ ωɛιɢнт:: 6’3” 190 lbs
cℓσтнɛƨ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Jack is usually seen wearing some sort of athletic wear, and his t-shirts generally advertise some sort of ruby tournament, team, or company. Occasionally he will dress “nicely,” with the extent of his formality being a non-rugby polo shirt and a pair of slacks.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: He has a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder that says “Kia Kaha,” which means “forever strong.” The words are done in a slanting kind of font, and decorated with traditional Maori designs.
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: ”Ready or Not”--Manbreak

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: Jack is aloof, flirtatious, and quite the charmer. He is always trying to be the life of the party, constantly telling jokes or trying to get everyone in the room to have fun. His view on life is carefree and childlike, and it takes a lot to get on Jack’s bad side. He generally gets along with just about everybody, but he cannot stand people who feel like they are better than everyone else. That is the one thing he will not tolerate. If he comes across a person like that, he will not-so-politely tell them (using the wonderfully colourful vocabulary he learned on the rugby pitch) what he really thinks about them. And unfortunately, when he finds one person like that, it tints his view of everyone else. He is fiercly protective of his younger sister, Alyx.
нιƨтσяʏ:: Jack, like his sister, Alyx, felt the pressure from his parents to succeed, albeit in a different way. They wanted him to be a star athlete, and they thought that his perfect sport would be American football. Unfortunately, Jack wanted to dance to his own beat, and fell in love with rugby. He started playing rather young, and became one of the best wings in his division, earning him a chance at several rugby oriented scholarships when he graduated from high school.
ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:: Straight
cяʋƨн:: None yet
вσʏғяιɛи∂/ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: None yet
нʋƨвαи∂/ωιғɛ:: None
κι∂(ƨ):: None
σтнɛяƨ:: Alyx is his younger sister.

[VansPeep]

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"Thank you so much I can't wait to move in...you too...goodbye." Griffon said hanging up the inn phone and smiling at his success. He was a week away from moving into his new home in Smurfville. He was staying in a local inn for now and he couldn't wait to leave. It smelt like old people and almost all of the people staying here were couples. That was just another reminder of why he moved away from Chicago in the first place. He wanted to get away from the constant reminder he had just been dumped after dating a girl for five years.

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Gabey clutched onto her mom's shirt went she tried to set her down not wanting her mom to leave. She was very attached to her mom and felt lonely and scared when ever she had to be dropped off with a babysitter. As her mom left her eyes teared up and she clutched her big brown teddy bear close not wanting to be left alone.

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Jase put Gabey down, unhooking her from her shirt. "Love you Gabes." she whispered into her daughter's hair as she kissed her goodbye. She hated leaving her with a babysitter but she had to go to work if she ever wanted to be able to afford to pay the mortgage on her new house. She had gotten barely any support from her parents so she was mostly working two jobs to pay and spending less and less time with Gabey. After Kyle left she became the main supporter and being a single mom was harder then she could have ever imagined it to be.

βɛℓℓƨ*˩σʌɛƨ*Ƴσʋ, 111misc, Shadowstrike~, Above☝the☝Influence and meijhana you are accepted.
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[meijhana]

Alyx and Jack
Alyx heaved the heavy suitcase across the threshold she would learn to call home, watching Jack carry two bags at once down the hallway. Both of them had needed a new start. Alyx had wanted to get out from under the thumb of her over-controlling parents for a long time, and moving away seemed like the only thing that she could do. Jack, having graduated from college early, wanted to get out of California just as badly as Alyx, feeling that a change of scenery would help prepare him for his new life. Neither of them had a whole lot they could call their own, and the beat up old cobalt blue Subaru Outback parked outside of the tiny condo was evidence of that. After bringing the last box inside, Jack draped his arm around his little sister's shoulder, dwarfing her with his bulk.
"Well," he said, looking around at the humble building. "Now we're finally away from our parents." He grinned as he saw a triumphant smile lighten Alyx's face. He was glad to be living with her now. Even though he had spent sixteen years with her, he almost felt like much of that was not really a childhood because both of them were expected to live up to unrealistic expectations during that time.
Alyx's smile widened. "A new start," she mused. The tiny town of Smurfville wasn't her first choice of residence, but when Jack had brought up how far away it was from Bakersfield, California where she had grown up, it became so much more appealing than places like Portland or Seattle. Looking around the living room, she sighed. This is exactly what Jack and I need.

[tigers breath]

Scarlet Ann Robin

The red head ran around the dirty apartment picking up things, Brian wondering after her. Her blue eyes softly shot to him, and picked him up gently, her strong arms wrapping around him. "Not now Brian, mommy's cleaning." Scarlet whispered setting him back down in front of the t.v., hearing the annoying sound of Mickey Mouse Club hose. She wrinkled her nose and contied to clean, her eyes glued on the too tv interested toddler. After she was done, she gingerly picked him up grabbing a bag and walking out of the house setting him on the ground and holding his hand as she lead him foreword her blue eyes scanning as they walked through the street.

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A dark haired girl walked into the doors of a rundown apartment, on the heals of a blonde saleswoman with too broad a smile. "And as you can see here," the peppy lady kept motioning towards different architectural features of the tiny, two room flat, "the marksmanship here is...lovely." It took her a moment to gather a compliment that didn't sound as fake as the others. Anne looked around her: low ceilings, walls of putrid looking colors--either throw-up green or urine yellow--and uneaven tile floors. the single bathroom had stains all over the bathtub, and Anne didn't think too much about what that might be. She didn't want to know. The bedroom, (the only other room besides the kitchen/living room) was small, but at least it was in a cozy way. there was a small fan on the ceiling, a hole in one of the walls, but overall, for the price she was getting it at, the place looked pretty good. "I'll take it." She nodded, eyes of ice taking in her new home nuance by nuance.
A few hours later, when paperwork was done and sealed, and she was left standing alone in an empty apartment, Anne allowed a smile over her face, giving texture and dimples to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. The girl kept walking through the place, opening cabinets and deciding where to put all her stuff...all three bags of it. "First things first. Clothes. Then furniture. Then..." she thought. "Food. And then sleep." As of right now, the brunette felt like she could pass out right here, on the hard, cold floor, and sleep for a week. Ignoring the sleepiness, Anne grabbed her bags from the front hall and opened them up. One was filled with just clothes, folded as small as they could for the sake of room. One by one she hung them up in the closet, but they only took up half the space, and in that tiny closet, that meant something. Still, it was better than before. That thought made Anne wince. It wasn't better than before. Before she'd been living with a boyfriend who loved her, had three quarters of a large closet, half a bed, a huge kitchen, comfy couch, great movies, beautiful view...and someone to share them all with. Now, the slim figured girl couldn't help glance around her. She'd really fallen far, she supposed. But still, at least there was a certain quality of indipendance about it that made this a little exciting. After all her clothes were hung, she put her other two bags, filled with photos and books and papers and whatnot, in the empty bedroom, grabbed her checkbook, and locked the apartment door behind her. The number was 933, and she pocketed the set of rusty keys, pulled her hands inside the pockets of her sweatshirt, and started down the staircase, hoping that the thrift store had some decent furniture. Maybe a sleeping bag, if she was lucky.
"Fresh new day, Anne," she whispered to herself through the wind and sunshine, "try not to ruin it."