Sɴᴏᴡ Bʟɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴅ || Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ || Nᴏᴛ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

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thankies! Im really interested in started this rp 'cuz I know if I was stuck with my friends for a few weeks, they would have to lock me in a closet, lol

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[ { - - - - - - - ❝ℳiᴄʜᴇᴀʟ Kᴇʟʟᴇʏ Pᴇɴᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ❞

❝Ello! The name is ℳicheal, call me ℳitch!❞

✘⇶ Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Mʏ ʟɪғᴇ.

Nᴀᴍᴇ My name is Micheal, and I am not a boy.
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ Most people just call me Mitch, and my closest friends called me Smiley. Yes. You heard correct. Smiley.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Yes, 'cuase I am a male. [100 % a chick]
Nᴀᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇ Sometimes, I was teased when people call me Mike. Just a warning, don't call me that unless you want a new face.
Aɢᴇ I am living happily at 18 years young and old, whatever you say.
Hᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ Good old British Columbia located in cool, cold Canada.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴡɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ Hmm. Let me think. Winnipeg in Manitoba. A portion of my life in sunny California where I got no tan, what-so-ever. I also lived a city that was on the outskirts of New York. Quite a bit o' places.

✘⇶ Yᴇᴀʜ, I ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪssᴜᴇs . .

Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ My mom? Oh, she was Natalia Conners Penelope
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ My father. Ahem. Allen.
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs Ma' sister ; Lexa My brother who never saw the light ; Breven
Pᴀsᴛ ᴘᴇᴛs My beloved cat, Minou, a maine coon and norwegian forest cat mix.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ You sure you want to hear it? I think not. 'Cuase I am not telling you. Micheal was born in wedlock, her father left as soon as she was born. She didn't mind much, though, her mother provided everything to her, supposedly. She was living the life up to the age of six years. Her mother was a rich woman, she had won the lottery. Did you have any idea of how many men were lined up to want to marry Mitch's mother? Well, my mother went on a date with half of them until she found Mitch's stepdad. Allen put Natalia into a trance. He made her believe that he didn't want her for the money. In Micheals point of view, it was the worst decision in her mothers life to marry Allen, she saw through his trance. Allen proposed on a beach in California after they moved there. It was "Romantic" Natalia had told her two daughter's. Lexa and Micheal. Lexa agreed with Natalia on Allen, so Micheal was alone. Mitch had some of the worst years of her life with Allen. She was tempted to do drugs but her strong-willed attidude barely teared her away from the idea. When she was eight, her mother was going to a store along with Lexa. They were getting streamers for Lexa's Sixth birthday. They wre driving a small car that was quite musty and old. Her mother had just toke some medication that made her extremely sleepy and made her vision blurry. Her mother started to see blurry and drove of the road before falling asleep on the wheel, they dived into a lake. Lexa did not know how to swim, while Natalia was fast asleep. They both drowned in the car that day.

Now, Mitch lives with her terrible father who has abused her sometimes.

✘⇶ Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ?

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ I stand a common five feet and seven inches high of the ground.
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ As soon as a step on the scale the numbers waver before settling on the numbers one hundred thirty-six [pounds.].
Hᴀɪʀ I have bouncy brown hair that contains quite a bit of volume. It reached the bottom of my shoulder blades with curls. I usually have rich curls that fold over the front of my body. My bangs are swung to the left side of my face. My hair color is a rich, deep shade of brown that has some streaks of blonde from all the swimming that I do.
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ My eyes color is a hazel, as far as I can tell. It also contains little specks of emerald green. My eyes contain a cold, hard look, versus te warm brown that my step father has.
Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ I believe that I am fairly skinny, but I am muscular. My thighs could be a bit skinnier but they are not faat or chubby or pudgy or anything like that. Most of it is muscle.
Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʟʏᴇ I am the common girl, basically. I wear graphic tee's, with the occasional cropped shirt and tank-top. I wear skinny jeans, any color, I would wear bright purple skinny jeans if you gave 'em to me! I always wear converse, converse are my babies, they are the only love of my life that will never let me down! You catch my drift? And, they commonly have mismatched peculiar colored shoelaces, unless I have not the time. Although, the only thing special about my stlye, other than my love's, is I have all the preppy accesories. Headbands, bracelets, necklaces, flats, you name it! I got it. Get it? Got it? Good.
Fᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs I have very delicate features. I have pale cheeks that have a almost permanent rosey pink. But when I become cold, it turns to white.I have a "Button" nose, my eyes are my main feature becuase of their rare color additions.
Sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ I am a pale color, no, I am not a vampire! For some reason, it runs in my moms side of the family and I inherited it, I never tan, neither burn. I am the same color all year round. And, I will never, ever get a spray tan, ugh.


✘⇶ Yᴇᴀʜ, I ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴀᴍ ᴍᴇ.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ "Well, how would I know? I most likely, see myself in a different light than my friends and such. She is one of those girls who arn't afraid to do anything, who will leap into chance, not run away from it. She doesn't give a comfy bed about rules or what everyone thinks is proper. She will do what she wants. When she wants. She doesn't care one mousetail about what other people think of her. Like her or don't. Don't matter to her. Slo has a lot of spunk rolled up in her, she can mouth off anyone, any where. Although, in her heart of mischieve and spunk, you might be able to brush it off, and reveal her true sweetheart. You probably will, as she warms up quickly.

Mitch loves life, she appreciates nature in every way excpt spiders, she likes spiders but she has a phobia of them.
Always smiling. That is where she gets her nickname, Smiley, becuase she is always smiling, always.Amelia appreciates life. Deppresion is something she stays away from, always stays away from it, she claims, "All it does is bring you further down, you just need to smile and move on." She faces life with qoutes up in her head and if those don't work than she always has the poems and songs and books shoved up her sleeves. Not a player or a cheater, she plays fair game in everything, including relationships, if she does not want to make her life with you than she will let you know, kindly but forcefully. Just like she deals with her self.

Moody. Micheal has a tendencie to be very moody, not in that way where people are always sad, depressed, mad, but where she can switch moods as fast as you can say her name, her first name. So, you better whatch what you say to this girl becuase she can snap back at anything rude. Micheal can be a spaz sometimes, she will admit it. She can be a spaz at some times or a another. Not usually depressed, more then a few times she has been extremely stressed but not usually depressed.

Adventurous. Micheal is one of those chicks that like to try everything. If you are a female, than do you remember when you were in elemantry or middle school, and the "Dumb boys," 'scuse my plain wording, try something that looks really stupid, that girls are never supposed to do, yet you want to do it incredibly bad. Mitch is one of those girls. She also loves to explore forests and such, she resembles the young girl in "Bridge to Terabithia."Wo's name escaped me. Very closely, actually, when you think about it.

Thoughtful. You know that strange girl who is always splayed out, reading, in the aisles of the book store, or staring out the coffee shop window, a lost expression on her face, gripping onto a cup of hot chocolate, billowing with steam. Tis' is the girl that I am writing about at the moment. Always thoughtful, always thinking about the stuff that you don't think twice about. Questions are always bouncing back and forth in her mind. Searching, reaching out, for a answer. At times, she will be talking to you, than suddenly she will be staring over your shoulder, expressionless, you probably triggered something in her mind, settting off a new question to ring in her head, or perhaps you solved a puzzle in her mind, who knows? She will rarely say unless it concerns you, or it is something truely exciting that she hopes you will share the excitement.

Proud. No, no, she is not a insensitive jerk, who thinks the world revolves around her. No. She is proud to be who she is, and would not rather be anyone else. She is fed up with those people who think that there life sucks and that they want to have a different life. Be happy with who you are. She is not a smug jerk, she simply thinks that she is perfectly imperfect. Who isn't perfectly imperfect? She is not normal, she never doubts herself, she stays true to herself. She doesn't change for anyone.

Micheal is extremely active at nearly every moment of every day. She can easily outlast almost everyone. She likes to always be doing something, she sees sleep as a way to waste the great time of your short life. She is a early bird on weekends but not when she needs it. The only thing is, you do not want to catch her when she is exhausted, because she gets crabby when she is sleepy. It puts her into a faze, she most likely won’t even remember what se has said to you the next day. It is a trance for her.
Lɪᴋᴇs "I like a lot of things. I am not a hater. Do you really want me to name them all? Okay, than. I am a fan of hand sanitizer. No, you are not apeaking to a germaphobic, I just have a strange addiction to hand sanitizer, ya' know? I also love, guess what, cookies! Who doesn't? Although, I like the fresh cookies where the chocalate chips melt in your mouth. That is my dream cookie. I absouloutely adore barbeque chips. They are my favorite, I love 'em. If you have any, hand them over! My friends tend to call me "The crazy old cat lady" becuase I love cats. My cat Minou, is what produced my love of cats. And, when I grow up, you can bet on it, I will be a crazy old cat lady. I also love swimming, as I am a speed swimmer, competitive swimmer. I have been to provincial championships and got into finals, pretty cool, right? Well, I should probably stop rambling on and on before I lose you.
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Do I have to tell you, I do not know if they might offend you.
✗Fake cheese, that stiff that is all mushy and bright orange.
✗Coca-Cola, the taste is to plain for her.
✗When people don't use propar puctuation, it ticks her off.
✗People ho think they are the best, she absouloutely despises them.
✗Plain potatoe chips, to plain for her.
Fʟᴀᴡs Do I have to say? Why would I want to talk about my flaws? Fine, I quess everyone has 'em, everyone has to deal with 'em. 'Kay, so I have a knack for being leader, and I mean a forceful leader. I mean bossy. I have been trying to fix it for years but I can't quite seem to kick it outta' the box, ya' know what I mean? I also tend to freak out over little things, like when people don't use proper puctuation. It is so hard to read? You have to agree, right? It is also known as a "Spaz" but I dislike that word. And, when I am frustrated at people but am trying to be polite, even though I wanna punch them, I tend to do little things. For example, if we are in a crowded room, I will "accidently" kick them and than say, "Oh, sorry, to crowded in here," with sarcasm. We all have flaws, right? Hmm ...
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ "How would I know, people only tell me stuff about what people say about me, and those are probably rumors!Ｎｏｔ ｓｍａｒｔ. The gossip going around about me is whispering that I fail all my tests, even with a tutor. They say that I once just slipped into the next grade, only getting by the class by doing the chores after class. This is as much of a truth as some one saying ❝Smoking and illegal drugs are better for you than milk! ❞I never almost failed a grade, let alone do chores to pass. I have to say, I may not be the brightest croyon in the pack, but I am not the dullest, either.

Ａｂｕｓｅｄ ａｔ ｈｏｍｅ. People tend to notice all my bruises and scars, all over my body. They always think that becuase I am rattered up, that it is becuase fo my father, well, I have news for you. My father died years ago, and my mother does not live with me, my mother is a ❝ jerk,❞at simplest language. I live with a foster parent, she mat mistreat us at times, but she does not abuse us. Never. Ever quessed that I was just clumsy? Didn't think so.

Ｔｒｙ ｔｏ ｂｕｙ ｍｙ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ. Apparently, being generous to other people, is trying to buy my friends. Yeah, I used to buy candy and small, cool stuff for the clasa and give it out for free. What is so bad about that? Is being generous against the law now? This is not true, I am just a generous person, you have something wrong with that? If you do, than just leave right now, I really don't care if you dislike me.


✘⇶ Lᴏᴠᴇ Cᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀs Aʟʟ, Dᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ?

Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ I would never, ever date one of those guys who thinks he is the best. I would not exactly like to go out with a "Emo," emotional guy. I would never go out with a girl, sorry gals, I am straight. No one who clings tpo my side, either.
Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ I would like to date someone who likes me for who I am and does not say I am hot, but Beautiful instead. A guy who would stop their video game to text me back.
Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ I am a singlette, flying Solo, whatever you prefer to call it, it is the same thing.
Cʀᴜsʜ I am still ready to meet him.

[You still acceptin' some gals?]

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xEdithx

]ｊｕｓｔ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｌｅｇａｌ ...
Full Name: Edith Marie Jones
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: July 18th
Orientation: Straight

]ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｈｅａｄ ａｎｄ ｈｅａｒｔ
Personality: Edith is a shy girl, very very shy. She will hide behind corners just so that you won't see her-even if she's not doing anything else. There isn't anything she has to hide or must keep a secret, she just doesn't feel like she was meant to be friends with anyone because to herself she is quite independant. The truth is that she does need others help, a lot actually. Edith won't admit to how shy she is, the only people who would tell her about it would be her parents, though because she doesn't let herself get close to anyone else. Why? A few years ago she would do anything for anyone and talk with whoever got in her way, but then she tried to get into a college class in highschool and it turned out to be a flop. Her parents scolded her for not even trying when she had tried so hard on littler things. Soon after she moved and since then she simply shut up and decided that there would be no distractions or boys or anything like that.
Edith is also a very tempermental person. If she does happen to get to know you then she will be able to talk with you more comfortably, but will often yell or shout. This is because she is full of herself in a way, she thinks her way is best and when others agree she feels a sense of power that she craves, which leads to yelling when people don't do things her way. She gets aggrivated easily with the computer and wi-fi messups so she normally sticks to paper.
This brings me to her journal, her journal is a place where you see the real Edith and how she most certianly is not this sweet girl (except when she's angry). She'll throw out her feelings and desires, her deepest fears and greatest wonders. She literally has let no one see it, her parent's don't even know she has it-they just assume she's writing a book like she's always wanted to. This is where you can find that Edith does have simple struggles, and a dark heart. She'll find herself thinking like Emily Dickenson or Edgar Allen Poe when she writes which happen to be her two favorite poets. All in all, there's a lot about Edith she won't show, and some things you wouldn't expect.
History: Edith was adopted to an asian household at the age of five, growing up and happening to be the oldest she strives for that, "Why aren't you like your sister?" Talk. Edith lived in the same town for over ten years before she moved. They don't know who her parents are, and don't know where she was born, even. All they know is that a blonde-haired and blue-eyed baby was dropped off at the orphanage, wrapped in swadding clothes and carried in a basket. The nice people took her in, and that's all that was left to say about her. She had three names her life, Denise, Jessie, and Edith. She normally answers to all. Denise was the name the first orphanage gave her, then it went out of buisness, leaving nothing behind because the owners simply raided the place and left. At three she was called Jessie, and then when her new parents adopted her she fell in love with her new grandmother's name and decided that would be her name. It took a while and some legal difficulties, but that's now her name.

]ｉｓ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｗｒｏｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｙ ｈａｉｒ?
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 98 lbs.
Eye color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Blonde

[Landscape]

James

♦ Nice to Meet You ♦

Full Name: James Anderson
Nickname: Jay.
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Anything Else?: Nope.

♦ On the Outside ♦

Overall Appearance:
Hair: A light brown sort of color. It's a little shaggy, and it's straight.
Eyes: A green color, with flecks of gold in the eye. A thin brown ring is on the rim of his eye.
Build: Thin, but muscled. He is very strong.
Body Modifications?: None.
Anything Else?: Nope.

♦ Diggin' A Little Deeper ♦

Personality: James is like a lot of people rolled up into one body. But if you break him down, you'll find that there are really two main parts: The nice guy, which is the one that everybody sees. The funny, smart, never angry kind of guy. But James hides his emotions in the other layer, his real side. The nice guy is like a hard cover on a jelly candy with filling. The hard cover protects the candy from light inspection, and puts up a nice looking shield. But when you take a bite, and break the casing, that's when all the real flavor starts to leak out. Let's take a closer look at his two sides.

Starting off with Mr. Nice Guy. This is the smart guy, who does well in school. He has a lot of friends, is outgoing, and is in the 'popular' league. His friends don't really know him either. He is handsome, and James is like the problem solver: always there when you need him. He's fun, but he doesn't break the law. He's smart, but not a nerd. The shell is what most people would call cute and sweet.

Now let's break through to the inside. The real guy. James hides all of his emotions here, sad, mad, frustrated, and all of the bad things about him. This side is the rebel, crazy, reckless, whatever you wish to call it. He wouldn't mind hanging out with the nerds or geeks, emo, whatever. But if he wants to keep some sort of protection over the real him, he has to live with his shell. But deep inside, James just wants somebody to look him in the eye when he says he's fine, and say, "Tell me the truth."
History: James had a pretty normal history, but like everybody else, it was filled with bumps on the road. Now that you think about it, it definitely wasn't pleasant, but he had to learn to deal with it.

James was born on May 3rd, 1992, to father William Anderson and Mary Anderson. They raised him well, but were divorced when James turned 7. Then after a couple of years of dating each-other, they re-married. On their honeymoon- second one- they went traveling by boat to Hawaii. The boat sunk, and both were killed. James was 10 at the time.

He then went to live with his grandmother and her daughter- James' aunt- Alicia, who was 23. Grandma passed away when James was 12, and he went to live with his aunt, where he is currently residing. After he turned 12, his life was pretty normal, but to keep from getting hurt more, he started to build up the shell, growing thicker and stronger each sad memory.
Other:None.

[careless reality]

Name :
" My name is Aspen William Jones. "
Nickname :
" Well this one girl once called me Will and then everyone else followed.. Good thing she was cute. "
Age :
" I've been 19 years old since December 13. "
Gender :
" Im pretty sure since I have all the guy parts that I am definitely a girl. "
Sexuality :
" I am proud to admit that I am Bisexual. "
Hometown :
" I was born in London, England born I only lived there for like three years. "

General Descripion :
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Height :
5' 10"
Weight :
123 pounds
Hair color :
Will has long brown hair that has grown passed his eye brows. The brown color of his hair is a rich hue, like the deep dark red brown color of chestnuts - his head is nearly as hard as a chestnut as a matter of fact.
Eye color :
His eyes are like dainty pale blue forget-me-not flowers. Gentle with an old-fashioned prettiness to the pale color, like a worn old blue rag that your mother simply refuses to get rid of because it all that remains of your baby blanket. They watch the world tick by slowly, desperate to inhale all the beautiful of the world.
Body bulid :
Will is a tall and lanky fellow with a thin almost feminine build. But this does not mean that he is without muscle, his arms are corded with thick muscles from his many years of service to football teams.

Tattoos :
Tattoo
Piercings :
Piercings

Romantic Interest :
" Im not 'romanticly intrested' in any of these people. So... No one! "
Currently involved with :
" Oh, Im dating this wonderful lady named Iam Single. "
Involved with in the past :
" Jenelle, Jesse, Tony, Cole.. Umm... Sarah.. Yeah.. "
Marriage Partner :
" Did you seriously just ask me? Im not married to anyone! No one!

Hobbies :
" I love photography and filming. I hope to be a director in the future. I like playing soccer and the occasional round of corn hole with the drunk buds out in the sticks, impress the ladies with my skill of getting it in the hole. If ya know what I mean. "
Habits :
" I tend to.. draw on himself, you know, absent-mindly. Oh! And i easily obtain a sugar buzz, its so freakin' fun to get high - on sugar! Like Fango and pop rocks, cotton candy and sweet tea. People say that I combine werid things like sweet tea and cotton candy., that's not werid is it? I mean it gets you all high and stuff! But then again, I normally crash like after my high... Ive been told I occasionally snore! I don't believe it though. "
Quirks :
" Hmm.. Well I guess I bow a lot to ladies - you know, like an old time gentleman while I open doors for them. Also at times, I'll get a random British accent - like I'll be talking then it's like : shabam! you will now speak with a British accent! Ummm... I make random faces! Like I'll be listening to music then - poof and I'm making a face at my iPod. If I get impatient - which happens a lot - ill drum my fingers on my leg or the table of whatever. "

Theme Song :
" Chasing cars by Snow patrol. "
Favorite Color :
" Orange, like bright orange - neon orange. Is there a neon orange.. Bet not. "
Favorite Number :
" Eight - I love the freakin' number eight. "
Random Fact :
" In 2nd grade, i made a kid bleed by biting him. Of course I got held back a year but... He was annoying! "

Parents :
" My mum and dad's names are Rosa and Tyler Jones. "
Siblings :
" I have two little brothers, Aaron and Jesse, and it's awkward being around Jesse since one of my ex-boyfriend's names was Jesse.. "
Children :
" Uhh.. Umm.. I'm childless.. "
Pets :
" I have a adorable Shetland sheepdog named Switzerland. "


Likes :
▶ Photography
▶ Filming
▶ Soccer
▶ Swimming
▶ The color orange
▶ Fall
▶ Snow
▶ Quiet
Dislikes :
◀ Loud & obnoxious people
◀ Winter
◀ Boredom
◀ Reading
◀ Mexican food
◀ Bunnies
Turn ons :
Will has a fondness toward people who strive to be different - its easy to catch his eye of you stick out and be different. He loves, loves, loves long hair - especially blonde hair. He would kill to have a boyfriend with blonde hair.

Turn offs :
Fears :
Allergies :

[zach.]

WIP!!

ᵃˡʸˢˢᵃ ˡʸᶰᶰ

full name; Alyssa Alice Lynn
pronunciation; uh-LIH-suh || A-liss || lin
nickname; Ally, Linnie, Alice
gender; Female
age; Eighteen in a half.




family; Real Mother: Violet was a young lady dying in a large car wreck on the highway.
Step Mother: Jessica or Jessie is a 20 year old now thirty nine year old replacing Alyssa's real mother.
Father: Henry was along in the car wreck and he ended up surviving the crash but dying in the hospital.
Step Father: Jamie is a thirty year old now forty two and happy with his stepdaughter Alyssa.
sexual orientation; I'm sorry but I like guys.
crush; - - -




hair color; Dark brown or black.
eye color; Deep hazel.
height;
weight; ***

general description; Alyssa is very loud about something. DON'T STARE!!
likes; ***
dislikes; ***
noticeable flaws; ***
personality; ***
history; ***