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[city;]

--@Aniki--

Accepted! Nice charrie too. --

[Aniki]

--@Aniki--

Accepted! Nice charrie too. --

{ Thank you very much ^-^ }

[Pockyy]

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{ n a m e }

Alexandra Jane Bennett.

{ n i c k n a m e }

Commonly known as Alexa, or Alice; a nickname given to her when she was younger because she used to daydream a lot and because of her long hair.

{ a g e }

Seventeen, old enough to drive.

{ g e n d e r }

Female.

{ e y e - c o l o r }

Honey brown with golden streaks.

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

Chocolate brown with a mix of lighter and darker highlights.

{ h e i g h t }

5' 8

{ w e i g h t }

133 lbs.

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

Alexa seems quite reserved and quiet, but she is considered the opposite to her close friends. She always has a faraway look on her face, pale lips pressed tightly and her eyes misty. Her friends joke with her that she is the 'Dreamer' as she always falls into a daydream in lessons. She likes smiling, but finds it embarrassing to smile at a stranger. Alexa is also embarrassed easily and she never forgets that burning sensation in her cheeks from 'hide-me' moments. Once you get to know her properly, she is an intriguing girl to say the least; her hobbies are considered very artistic. She is very creative, the feeling of a paintbrush in her hand more familiar than a book. Sometimes, her pent-up emotions are splattered over canvases, as she feels that in art you can truly express yourself.

She hates the word 'love' and doesn't consider herself to love anyone, not even her parents. This is often seen as cold by some people, but Alexa thinks that the world is full of 'lost love' - meaning the word is overused. Her personality could be seen as pessimistic, but when you question her she calls it 'reality'. She detests disappointment, as she feels her parents are always disappointed at her, and hates promising things she can't keep. Her way of escaping is to paint or take photos.

{ h i s t o r y }

From an early age, Alexa learnt the heart-aching feeling of isolation and loneliness. It all started out like a fairytale; calm before the storm. Her parents gradually worked more and sometimes went away by themselves. Her parents would plaster fake smiles and strained conversations at meal times; there was always a melancholic atmosphere in the house. Alexa showed interest in creative arts when she was in nursery, she would bring home splotchy finger paintings and beg her mother to put them up. She tried hard to please her parents and put a true smile on their faces, which never happened. Eventually, she got tired of the facade and tired of trying to make up for the lost hours of family time. Her parents eventually divorced, which could've been predicted by family and friends.

{ d i s e a s e s }

Hayfever.

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{ o t h e r }

She knows James through Art classes at school.

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{ n a m e }

James Edward Benedict Rotherington.

{ n i c k n a m e }

Just James, or Jam/Jammy by invitation which is rare.

{ a g e }

Eighteen.

{ g e n d e r }

Male.

{ e y e - c o l o r }

Light blue with a tinge of deep turquoise and white flecks.

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

Light brown, but turns lighter to an almost ash blonde in summer.

{ h e i g h t }

5' 11

{ w e i g h t }

164 lbs.

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

James has always been a 'social outcast'. He hated playing any sports because, quite frankly, he was rubbish at it. The other boys teased him about it, but every time he tried James would often fall flat on his face. Although he doesn't do any extracurricular sports, he doesn't mind walking or cycling to places. He can seem very stand-offish the first couple of time you talk to him and can quickly judge someone by their manners, and the way the come across. James doesn't like smiling that much, but loves a good controversial debate. He is a quick talker and hates unnecessary things; flashy things and expensive items aren't to his taste. At school, he tries to get good grades, for the sake of his father. James considers himself a hard worker and has a good work ethos - he believes that you have to work hard to get things. He hates his full name and gets easily embarassed over it.

{ h i s t o r y }

James' mother died when he was quite young, he doesn't really remember her. His father has lots of pictures from when they were younger, which he looks at regularly. James keeps a special photograph of him and his mother, both smiling in a frame by his bed. He isn't very affected by his mothers death because he doesn't really remember her, but his father went through a stage of denial and depression when he was about 13. It was a hard moment in James' life and he prefers not to really talk about it. He felt vulnerable and lonely with a father figure that wasn't there for him. He realised life's difficult truths early and felt that he lost a bit of his childhood. James never really went out to fairgrounds, but loves the things he reads about them. His favourite past-time is reading and he has a broad collection of old classics.

{ d i s e a s e s }

None that he knows of.

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{ Finally finished! Sorry it took so long. xD }

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--@~I<3StrawberryJelly~--

You're accepted! Amazing characters. I luuuuuv them. I think we can start when we have a few more characters.--

(( Thanks. ))

[city;]

--@Pocky<3--

Accepted! I'll add them to the front. --

[MBRShorse]

@Rose

I can't wait to start! Now, question: Do we need to set up guardians and guarded and stuff(<---I know. My vocabulary is amazing!)?

[city;]

-- @MBRShorse--

Yes, please start PMing about Gaurdians and the guarded. The. Send another PM to me, telling me who's gaurding who.--

[Talvace]

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{ n a m e }

Lucian Abraxus Zypher

{ n i c k n a m e }

Do you know me? Do you care who I am? I don't give a f*** who you are, so why does it matter what you call me? Call me tree sap for all I care just stay the h*** away from me. God d**n I can't get one second of piece around here.

{ a g e }

Age? Oh that pointless number of years it's been since my birth you mean? I'm 21. I don't care if you heard different, think different, or know different, I'm 21 and from now on that's what you know. Got it?

{ g e n d e r }

I really hope to high f***ing heavens you didn't just ask me that. Do I look like I have boobs inside of of my shirt? I didn't think so, move on.

{ e y e - c o l o r }

I'm a demon, you should know what color my eyes are, dumb a**. The used to be green, they're red-orange now.

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

Are we still asking stupid questions? Look at my face, see this soft stuff? Yes? Well that's hair. Look at the color yourself, if you can't see it you shouldn't be able to read this because you're probably blind.

{ h e i g h t }

Are you making fun of me because I'm short? I swear to f***ing Satan I will hurt you if you are. I'm 5'1, big deal, the ladies love me for it, especially the goody goodies.

{ w e i g h t }

I can tell you one thing, I weigh a hell of a lot less than most people should. Human doctors would call me anorexic, 5'1 and barely 100 pounds? Yea, I'm pretty tiny.

{ s p e c i e s }

If you haven't figured out that I'm a demon by now there really is no hope for you. Seriously, none.

{ r a n k - w a n t e d }

Honestly, I don't care which rank you give me. Unless you're my soul I wont listen to a thing that comes out of your mouth. I'm so tired of you weak little humans and shiny angels trying to tell me what I can and can't do. I mean, really? I'm a Go* D**n Demon. I can do whatever the f*** I want, whenever the f*** I want and no one can stop me. Would you like to try? Go ahead, I'm stronger than you'll ever be.

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

Look, your questions are seriously starting to piss. me. off. Do you ever shut up? I don't like you, I don't like me, h**l I don't even like my Lead Soul. Defend them? Till the end. Like them? Not one bit. I don't care what you think of me, all that matters is what I think of me; and right now I think I'm pretty d*** awesome. I mean look at me, I'm hot as h**l, I'm smarter than almost everyone I've ever met, I'm incredible at pushing people off of the path of righteousness, and an amazing fighter. What more could you want in a Demon? Oh, did I mention I can sing? I don't like to sing in front of people though, it makes me seem like one of those sparkling fairies they call Angels.

{ h i s t o r y }

Look, I'm not going to tell you the whole story, you don't need to know it. It's my story, there ain't another being in the world that should know it besides me. I'll tell you a bit though, so you'll shut up and stop pestering me.

I lived in the country when I was little, I grew up in a small town with about 2,000 people in it. I rode horses, I drove quads, I had weird pets. I got whatever I wanted because my parents felt bad that they were never around. I got more from my dad to make up for my mom always being s**t faced. Mom, well mom was why I'm a demon. The b***h just didn't know when to stop. She was a hard core druggie, you name it, she'd done it. She liked to drink, too. She liked to drink more than she liked to beat on me.

Anyway, moving on. Well, one day I couldn't take it anymore, the dumb b***d kicked one of my cats and it ended up dying so I flipped on her. Then dad, weak, traitorous b*****d that he was, sided with her and said it was the cat's fault for being in the way. I'll tell you something about cats, they don't get in the way when they know something is dangerous. This tiny cat who was sitting on the very side of the stairs, between the bars holding up the railing, was not in the way. It was a victim of my stupid a** mother's drunken rage.

Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes. Wait, why am I apologizing to you? I don't give a f**k what you think. But, and this is the part you won't need to write down because it isn't something you're likely to forget, I couldn't take it anymore. I hated my mother and my dad so much, I couldn't stand to see their faces or feel them beating me, body and mind, anymore. So I went out to the garage and I broke the lock on the gun case. Then I took the gun and I shot them. It made me very happy to make him watch as she bled out on the floor. As soon as she died he tried to talk me down, but I just shot him too. Things were better when they were dead. Things were so much better when they were dead.

{ d e a t h }

I'm dead, isn't that all that matters? Why should I tell you how the h**l it happened? Oh? You could get me some of that human stuff, soda? Alright, deal, but I'll need a 36 pack of it to last the week.

Well, after I killed my parents I realized just how much fun life was with no rules. I'd graduated high school at 15, college at 19, and I was pretty much free to do whatever. Me, being the dare devil that I was, well I chose to see how many laws I could break without getting caught. I started small, just nicking things from the corner store or the book store, you know? Before to long that got boring though, I needed something more challenging, something to give me more of a rush. It took me a while to decided what to do, I mean there are a lot of laws out there to break, but after a while I decided to stick with stealing and see how far up the danger scale I could go. After books, I moved quickly. I went straight to cars after that, I started low end, just stupid family cars and what not, but then I got better. I learned how to pick more complex locks and hotwire more expensive cars. The last thing I stole before I died was a Bugotti, do you know what a is worth? 1.2 million dollars.

I guess that's not what you want to hear about though, you're probably waiting to hear how I died, huh? Alright, well stealing things got boring. The Bugotti was a challenge, but I got away with it, I even brought it back a week later with a not on the windshield. The thing I died doing, though, was trying to fly. I would go cliff diving, hang gliding, parachuting, anything to feel like I could fly. Well, one time I jumped off of one of the tallest cliffs I could find, over 150 ft to the bottom. Too bad I didn't notice it was low tide and there were rocks just under the water.

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{s e c r e t - c r u s h }

I don't get crushes on people. People get plenty of crushes on me though. Though, that shouldn't be to surprising, considering how gorgeous I am.

{ c r u s h }

Second verse, same as the first. Crushes are a waste of time.

[color=#3C99A0]{ b o y f r i e n d - g i r l f r i e n d}

I'd be much more likely to have a boyfriend than a girlfriend if I gave a s**t about love. Girls are far to needy and emotional for me to bother dealing with them.

{ o t h e r }

Love doesn't exist. Are you done now? I'm about ready to tear your head of and eat your bone marrow as a snack.

[Noxly]

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{ n a m e }

"Holly Matthews."

{ n i c k n a m e }

"I don't think Holly is all to hard."

{ a g e}

"Sixteen, baby."

{ g e n d e r }

"*Sarcastic eyebrow raise.*"

{ e y e - c o l o r }

"It varies. Usually, there either grey, blue or even a very pale turquoise green sometimes."

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

"Of course it's Auburn, just to shower me in all my ginger glory! *Smirk* It's not really red or brown, it's kind of half way in between. It's curly, and it falls to the tips of my shoulder blades."

{ h e i g h t"}

5'8 (176cm)

{ w e i g h t }

160 pounds (73 kilos)

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

Holly is definitely not everything she lets people see on the surface. Yes, she is very prickly and hot headed, and tends to get angry at people easily and has a rather short fuse sometimes. She isn't really your average happy-giggly-sixteen-year-old-girl type, and is very quiet and shy, not in a snobby way, but in a 'don't really want to talk' way. But when she's not biting your head off, she is very sweet and caring in her own way and is very protective of the friends she makes and the people she respects. To those people, she is the kind of person who will never let you down. Holly tends not to smile much which can be misleading, and has one of those devil-may-care attitudes towards life. She loves things that give you a rush, but not too much. Things like going to a concert or riding a roller coaster, but don't assume that she would never do anything reckless.

Holly is Lygraphobic, meaning she fears being in dark places. As long as she can remember, she has never been able to stand being in the dark alone. Her mother always used to light a candle next to her bed so she wouldn't fear the dark too much. Whenever that happened, she would sleep perfectly instead of fitfully stirring at every sound and shadow, sometimes waking in a cold sweat from the nightmares that would plague her. So, after her mother died, she continued this tradition, although she has recently begun to have dreams of her parents... And the dark.

Holly, being a little taller then alot of girls in the past, is very self conscious about being taller then people. She has often been self conscious about it and occasionally hunches a little, especially when she is tired or just in a bad mood.

{ h i s t o r y }

Holly had always been raised in a very normal, sheltered setting. Her mother was a doctor and her father a High School teacher. They had been happy enough until she was 9, when her mother died. After that, her father went off the rails and seemed to be caught in his own world, often getting drunk several nights in a row or just sitting silently for days on end. Holly quickly learned to trust nobody and look after herself, her responsibilities mounting until she couldn't take it any longer. Her friends noticed that something was up, and contacted the school councilor, and from then on it was all down hill. A while later, her father was fired from his job when the school found out about his 'issues' and Holly was shipped from foster home to foster home, until the age of 11. After a few years her grandparents finally stepped up and decided to do something, adopting her into their care, and she now lives with both her grandparents in a small house on the edge of town.

{ d i s e a s e s }

Lygophobia. Fear of dark places. Therefore, she always sleeps with a candle or a dim light next to her bed.

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{s e c r e t - c r u s h }

Open

{ c r u s h }

Open

{ b o y f r i e n d - g i r l f r i e n d }

None

{ o t h e r }

Nope. ^^

[Talvace]

(My apologies for taking so long to fill out the form, it's completed now. ^^)