➹➹ тнє ρяιcє σƒ ℓσνє [[ cℓσѕєd ]] ➷➷

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♫♫ уσυ'яє ѕσмєтнιηg ѕρє¢ιαℓ, ѕσмєтнιηg тнαт ι'νє ηєνєя ѕєєη

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---{{. name
"αη∂ιє ¢αятєя αт
уσυя ѕєяνι¢є."
Her full name is Andie Marie Carter. Yea I know, Andie is not exactly a female name. But Andie likes it, it's different. And so is she, and not exactly in a good way. You could say her strange name goes well with her strange personality. Her middle name is something she despises, she knows when she hears 'Andie Mare!' she is in big trouble. And when the whole family visited, especially the ones on her mother side they would call her 'Little Marie' because they hated the fact she didn't have a proper feminine name. As for her last name, it of course comes from her father. But unlike most girls she isn't waiting excitedly for someone to put a ring on her finger and change that name. Does that make her weird? Probably, but she never worries about the past or future.

---{{. age
"ѕєνєηтєєη уєαяѕ
уσυηg,яєαℓ ωσяℓ∂
нєяє ι ¢σмє"
Born on September 19th. Andie is only seventeen so she is pretty young. Which is problem for her, since she is ready to grow up more than anything. She knows it's bad to be wishing her life away. But she is itching to get out in the real world and make a name for herself. But even more strange, she wants to be treated like an adult but she acts like a five year old! Andie can be lazy and only worry about things she thinks are 'fun' or she could just not take anything seriously. For most of the things she is told it goes in one ear and out the other. Everyone around her tries to force her to slow down because being immature like she is, isn't going to help her when she is out there on her own.

---{{. gender
"ƒємαℓє, нαя∂ тσ
вєℓινє ι кησω"
Of course it is obvious that Andie is a female. But she doesn't always act it. She lacks in manners and girly fashion sense. But she is a girl, and she does like boys. If you were questioning that. Andie isn't one to be afraid to get dirty or to play hard. And she is defiantly not one to wear heels and dresses. So I guess that would make her a tom boy. It's true Andie likes to talk back, but instead of being a drama queen she comes off more as a wanna be tough guy. Instead of running around like she could slap someone she is more into punching someones face in. Which of course she can not do, considering her small size and weak arms.

---{{. description
"ωнαт ιѕ тнєяє тσ ∂єѕ¢яιвє? "
Andie is very small. Being short and skinny isn't a plus for her. She is never really taken seriously when she is a feet shorter than everyone else. This she gets from her mother. As for her eyes they are a dark chocolate brown color. To mach her dark brown hair that can sometimes seem black. She has quite a few piercings and tattoos, even if it is against her fathers word. Her cheeks are speckled with dark freckles that also go around her nose. Then when she doesn't do anything to her hair after she gets out of the shower it is very wavy and all over the place. Which is why she usually straightens it.
Her clothing style is a little different. You will defiantly never find any dresses or Flip-Flops in it though, that's for sure. Hoodies and tee-shirts make up a good portion of it. Most of them saying crazy things or being from kids TV shows or series like The Big Bang Theory or How I Met Your Mother. She wears glasses, not for the look but because she really can't see. Though she always prefers to put in her contacts. She will tell you it's because the glasses would only get in the way, but the truth is she is pretty self-concuss. Jeans are pretty much the only thing she wears other than sweat pants, 'dressing for success' isn't really what she is going for. As for shoes, when she is wearing them instead of sliding around in socks, she usually only wears Vans or Converse. They are easy to walk in and that is exactly what she needs considering she is one of the clumsiest people in the world.

---{{. modifications
"тнє мσяє тнє вєттєя, яιgнт?"
Alright she has quite a few. Lets start with piercings. She has 0'0 gauges and doesn't plan on going and bigger since she wants her ears to be able to go back to normal. She has a nose stud and two lip rings. Andie also has a industrial piercing on her left ear. And lastly she has a belly button piercing. Now as for tattoos she has managed to get a good number when her father didn't know.One of her favorites being the one of gameboy on her stomach. A smaller power button symbol on her neck. One more noticeable on her wrists. And finally she has a legend of zelda tattoo on her back. And against her fathers wishes she plans to get more.

---{{. personality
"ι'м αη∂ιє, ωнαт мσяє
ιѕ тнєяє тσ ѕαу?"
"I am perfectly mature, I have no idea what you are talking about" One thing Andie needs desperately is to grow up. She of course has ADHD but that can't excuse her from all of the childish things she runs around doing. Monster is truly this girls life source. And she much rather sit on the couch playing Legend of Zelda than to do any kind of manual labor. But she is convinced that her music career will take care of her. But then again she doesn't really even have a music career. Andie practices the keyboard of chance she gets and is actually pretty good at it, and has a talent for singing as well. But she would never sing in front of anyone not even her closest friend. But one day she will learn that life isn't just one big party.
"Follow the rules? Please, I thought this was a free country!" To go along with Andie's little tough guy act, she isn't one to follow orders or do what she is told. Slacking is what she does best. Now this doesn't mean she lies around doing nothing all day. She also has a favorite past time, skateboarding. But when some one else tells her to do something, no matter who it is. Andie will talk back or try and find an excuse not to do it. And of course that can make her seem pretty annoying, but trust me if you really need her to be there for you, she will come threw. Just because she doesn't want to obey commands doesn't mean she won't do things she knows need to get done.
"One day, people will be chanting my name" As mentioned many times before Andie is set on become known for her talent on the piano and electric keyboard. And maybe if she gets the confidence, singing. But Andie is known for being an outcast, but never a nerd really. Maybe because she had never been good in school. Though she does love video games and comic books, so her social status is pretty blurry. But she really couldn't care less about things like that. So as a short summary, Andie is a normal girl going against society while secretly fighting to get to the top.

---{{. history
"∂σ ωє яєαℓℓу нανє
тσ тαℓк αвσυт тнιѕ?"
Andie had a pretty good childhood. To start off with that is. They lived in a normal sized house and she was a only child. But when she was about ten years old her mother got in a car wreck. Which of course devastated both her and her father. Andie was always closer to her mother, but her father did everything he could to gain her trust. Now she is terrified of cars, she refuses to drive or ride in one. Which is again weird. She ignores her father as much as possible even though he has been nothing but nice to her. But from then on Andie did her best to not get close to anyone, thinking that they would all leave her. Which is why it seems like she has more of a cold side than a loving one. But to get into more detail Andie grew up in a small town in North Carolina, never did it really occur to her how big the world around her was. She had a cat name Yoko who still lives with her now. He is pretty much her partner in crime, sticking by her side every moment of every day.

---{{. relationships
"σн нєяє ωє gσ..."
Andie has sadly fallen for her best friend. For them things can get a little crazy. But really who can you trust more than your best friend? She would never do anything to hurt him. And talking to him so easy, so they won't have any problems right? Well that's what she hopes is right.

♫♫ му єуєѕ αяє ¢υρι∂ αη∂ тнєу'яє ¢σσкιηg υρ α ∂яєαм

♦♦ σн, ѕωєєт ρєяƒє¢тιση, ωση'т уσυ нєαя му σηє ¢σηƒєѕѕιση?

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---{{. name
"тнє ηαмєѕ נαмєѕ
ѕмιтн, тнє ρℓєαѕυяєѕ
αℓℓ мιηє"
James was named after his grandfather. But he doesn't share the same full name so he isn't a II (second). He actually just moved away from his grandfather and grandmothers house not long ago. As for the 'Adam' part was just his mother's favorite male name. But his father insisted that he was named after his grandad. So they found a happy in between. And Smith was just the sweet last name that had been in the family for years. James really has nothing against his name, other than the fact that it is a little on the serious side. But some times he thinks it beneficial. But who knows, James is strange in more ways than one.

---{{. age
"ι'м єιgнтєєη,
ησ вιg ∂єαℓ"
Born on July 7th. James doesn't really think that turning eighteen or becoming 'legal' is going to change his life to much. He is very straight forward with his life mapped out ahead of him. Going to college becoming a photographer. Everything is locked down in his mind. And if something goes wrong, he will scrap everything a try over again. He is very mature especially for his age. This is something about him that tends to get on peoples nerves. The fact that he needs to loosen up and have fun. Since he is a bit of a goody two shoes, always standing inside the guidelines and never really taking any chances.

---{{. gender
"ι мαу ησт вє тнє
вιggєѕт gυу вυт
ι нσρє ιт'ѕ σвνισυѕ"
James isn't a guy who is into sports. He much rather practice with his guitar or work on his photography. So his love for art may not be the manliness thing about James. But there is no doubt he is a loyal loving guy. But unlike most guys he lets people walk all over him without standing up for himself. He cares about everyone around him more than he cares about himself. But that doesn't make this British boy any less of a male, he just makes him a big teddy bear.

---{{. description
"ι gυєѕѕ ι αм α
ησямαℓ ℓσσкιηg gυу..."
James can be considered pretty good looking. But the boy from England is a giant. Being about 6'3 he towers over a good amount of people. His hair is dark brown and a little on the longer side. He keeps his brunette curls looking unkempt. As for his eyes they are a bright forest green color. That seem to get darker and lighter in different light. Every time James smiles deep dimples appear on his cheeks, he of course finds them embarrassing. Then for his skin, it isn't very tan and seems to burn easily but it lacks and freckles. And to go with all of this he has a very strong and noticeable British accent.

James tops can vary from hoodies, tee-shirts, or button downs. But he always seems to wear jeans, no matter the weather. His shoes also change often, really any kind of sneakers he can get his hands on. But don't think James can't get dressed formally, he has been caught in a tuxedo many times. And he doesn't mind them very much. But his clothing style isn't really something he worries about to much.

---{{. modifications
"ιѕ ιт вα∂ ιƒ ι
∂ση'т нανє αηу?"
James has kept everything natural. No tattoos, because he never really saw the need for one. Not even any piercings, not even a little earring. But he did always think of getting a tattoo on his chest where his heart is once he got married and had family. One of his wife's and kids names. He thought it would be cool, but he would probably chicken out since he has a fear of needles. But James is one of those people who would do literally anything for the people he cares about.

---{{. personality
"нα, ι αм
ησтнιηg ѕρє¢ιαℓ"
"Everybody needs somebody sometimes." James is everyone's shoulder to cry on. But he is also there for everyone to walk all over. He does his best to take care of the needs of all the people around him that he doesn't even realize he is making life harder on himself. But you can bet if your in need, no matter who you are, James has got your back. But there is always that down side to being a big softy, like when everyone takes advantage of your kindness. And James doesn't even notice. But when it comes to the people he really loves, he will literally walk the for them. No matter how they treat him. James always blames himself for everything that happens, mostly to make people around him feel better. But when ever he has troubles with is 'perfect' girlfriend. He beats himself up on everything that goes wrong.

"I'll add a splash of color" James maybe one of the most creative people you will ever meet. Instead of being good at sports, James can paint almost anything and make it a joy to look at. He is also pretty talented at the guitar. But no matter how good he is at either of those things, he is fixed on going to collage and becoming a professional photographer. I guess it's bad that he is putting those talents to waste. But they are still a big hobby of his so it's not like he is dropping them all together.

"If I try hard enough, I can make a difference" With his whole future laid out ahead of him it seems like James never has anytime for fun. Which can be very true. He takes school very seriously and plans to get into a good collage. When most guys his age are living it being legal and all. James is ready to finish school and get married, and have normal family life. But don't think James is a joy kill, he can really have fun when he wants. Especially after some convincing. Then he will let his party animal side out, the side everyone loves but he hates. But in a nutshell James is a organized creative boy who loves the world but ignores himself.

---{{. history
"ι яєαℓℓу ∂ση'т
ωαηт тσ яєℓινє ιт..."
Growing up in London England, James life started off great, he had two loving parents who meant the world to him. They always spoiled him, not with money but with love. But when he was about six his parents began to argue and little James would run up to his room and try to block out the screaming. His father abused both him and his mother and soon his mom couldn't take anymore. She left leaving James behind. After about two more years of torture from his father, his dad was arrested and James was left with his grandparents. For once he was happy again, even though he still had flashbacks from his past, his grandparents took great care of him and he was able to relax again.

---{{. relationships
"σн уєѕ σƒ ¢συяѕє, му
ρєяƒє¢т ∂єαя"
James hardly loves any one more than his girlfriend. He would do literally anything for her. And never argues, but when she does he automatically accepts defeat and apologies for no real reason. Sometimes she is the very reason he wakes up in the morning. And James isn't one to be possessive he trusts her with everything, even when she gives him reason not too. I guess you can say he is her love sick puppy.

♦♦ ι'νє вєєη ℓσѕт, вυт ∂єαя, ι'м ƒσυη∂.

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Could I reserve one of the love triangle spots? :3

☸☸ Some are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them.

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---{{. Name
"...By all means call me Charlie..."
☸His parents thought it would sound great to give their child two posh names along with a weird surname - Charles Andrew Discordia. Sadly, the opposite effect was achieved, and it has given Charlie the reputation of a posh badass, which blend just as well as water with olive oil. Charles detests these names and prefers going by simpler things, like Charlie or Drew. Calling him by his surname will guarantee you a death warrant, as Discordia, meaning 'disagreement' and 'havoc' contrast his calm first names terribly.

---{{.Age

"... Ready to take on the world."
☸Charlie is legally of age now - 18 -, and he intends to enjoy this hazardous life as much as he can, even if it involves leaving the country for a while. He was born on the 4 of April, 1994, in a hospital bed from, well, his mother.

---{{.Gender
"Perhaps your more lively imagination can take you elsewhere... I heard certain amoeabs enjoy up to 18 different genders..."☸Very much male; Charlie isn't in the least feminine and enjoys being masculine. There isn't much to say, is there, really?

---{{.Description
"I'm the heaven-sent messenger for all those ladies out there that want some.."☸Charlie has a lithe, well-muscled body that disguise his strange antics; strong, defined arms cloak thin bones and a well-kept 'pack lies on his stomach. He has bony hands, wherein one may note the tendons wriggling under the skin and veins pulsating meekly, and an - almost - lanky frame exposed by not overly wide shoulders, jutting bones and the beggining of definiton muscle-wise.

His face could be described simply as jaunt, not plain, angular, alike the rest of his features. His semblant is usually composed, although his facial expressions vary from moment to moment, becoming the bubbling laughter in an akward situation or the ice-cold personality in a warm moment. He has thin, defined lips, and high, full chekbones, gaining a dimple to his right side when smiling. He has straight, white teeth, and a nerve-inspiring smile; his eyes usually reflecting his thoughts on the situation - ie. he may seem composed yet maintain sparkling eyes or smile warmly with nothing but hatred in them - in their unnerving, misguiding way. He has long brown eyelashes with similar, un-crowded yet unkempt eyebrows that frame his strange eyes; a pair of dim, unnequal gems coloured in turqoise and cloudy-sky blue. However, this difference is minimal from afar and can only be noticed from three or four - at most - metres away.

He weighs 65kg, and is 1.75 metres high, giving him a very lanky - not burly - appearance.

He has deep russet hair, and wears it unkempt, casually. It is not excedingly long, and has a bit of a lank curl to it.

His stance is complicated in the way that he carries himself in a nochalant manner most of the time with a hint of cockyness and strength, which makes him stand out as he seems to look bored but usually isn't. However, he can become rigid in a manner of seconds, neat, poised, elegant, but still keep his hands in his pockets and smile silkily to his opponnent. This boy is a two-face, and he isn't that afraid to hide it, rather displaying it subtly as to confuse others on his direction in thought by raising his tone while remaining calm or making his posture aggressive while smiling inocently.

His voice is like silver; solid and spiked when dangerous, silky and flowingly liquid when deceptive and basically non-existant, gaseous, when stunned for words, which is not often. His voice might be considered irritating by some, but it is actually quite attractive and unusual in the way that it changes state more often than not.

In the past, he has earned a bit of money in the role of modelling, which makes it hard for Charlie not to know he is slightly handsome. He keeps his body well-toned; Charlie enjoys working out just for the strain of it.

---{{.Modifications
"One tattoo. I'm not going anywhere near needles again."☸Charlie can boast only of one tattoo, written in neat, fancy italics across his left wrist; "To sleep, perchance to dream." This line comes from one of his favourite literary pieces; Hamlet.

---{{.Personality
"..."☸Charlie can be quite confusing. He comes across as the cold guy, the uninterested one, the one that does not care for what surrounds him, the one that enjoys sarcasm and wit, and uses it way too often. He always acts chill and composed, but, deep down, he cares. It's just that he's been cheated by life so many times, he can't bother to show anymore. He'd rather just wait for that special someone to open up his badly stitched up seams, and close them properly.

Charlie is very partial to eye-raising, cocky wit, sarcastic retorts, eyebrow wiggling and suppressing dramatic sighs. He's quiet; whomever manages to wring a word out of him is actually quite lucky. He never means any wrong, but he usually gets into bad starts with everyone because he's pesimistic about life. However, he couldn't seem to care less, and will shrug off any blaspheming with a well practiced, nochalant shrug.

This is all explained by his mucked up past. Charlie cannot care to give a turd until someone shows that they might want to help him. Only then, and under very special circumstances, will Charlie begin to open up, to show his true self. Once he is warmed up to, Charlie smiles more, becomes more relaxed. More... young, would be the word, for he holds a stiff prescence only seen in uncomfortable adults.

Once he is open, Charlie becomes quite jovial. He jokes, he laughs - must I note, he has a tinkling, heart-warming laughter - he talks, he debates. Nevertheless, one wrong turn, and he will be back on the stiff side. Charlie could be said to be wearily-treaded land; one misstep, and you'll be blown to bits by a mine.

Charlie is quite the site to see when angry. It seems he fumes liquid nitrogen, turning the air so intensely cold with his hatefull stare that he could shrivel the toughest pear out there. I suggest, once he asks you to leave, you do so. He knows his limits, and he will only ask once. If he is pushed further, he becomes blasphemous, picking at everyone's flaws and problems with such ease, it is scary. His voice becomes booming, vengefull, even. Charlie does not enjoy being angry, but is easily angered. It takes him some time to cool down, and, even then, he will continue to be irked.

Charlie has a hard time making friends, but, once he makes them, he is loyal to the bone. He will not give up on them for anything in the world, and hates those who cheat, lie and are false. In this way, it could be said that Charlie is somewhat naïve, but he'd rather be surrounded by a small hanfull of true friends than a bunch of complete suckups.

---{{.History
"..."☸He was born in England, hence his english accent, to a fraying marriage which would never amount to much.

His more recent past...He'd rather not talk about it really; a winding path of ignorant parents, alcohol abuse, drug consumation, runaway life. Charlie has tried it all out, and can tell you all about it. He's been there, done it, bought the t-shirt that comes along, and has strutted back.

However, his father tried to keep him in - he wanted his son to grow up well and strong, even though his mother tried very hard to make their life as hard as possible. He has travelled a lot, hence him knowing Portuguese, Spanish, French, Italian and English - also aided by the fact that his father worked around the world, and, well, Charlie had to move with him.

---{{.Relationships
"I think you'd rather not know, really."☸Charlie has had many, but short-lived, stories, on and off relationships that somehow, have all ended up the wrong way. He can be quite the flirt, but usually keeps to himself, leaning towards observing his chosen girl. When things start to get better, he gets trully protective; he will not tolerate anyone hurting his crush, even in the most silly way.

Currently, he has his eyes on a special somehow, but, unluckily, he is faced with the pressures of fighting another to reach her heart. Charlie will never lie to himself; he knows he is unlikely to come out on top, but it never hurt anyone to try, did it? Perhaps a broken heart is not so bad after all.

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{{- Could I reserve the female in the perfect two? I have to go to a baseball game. I will finish the form tomorrow at the latest. -}}

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Credit for the form goes to DangerKilljoy. Also, this is my Perfect Two girl.

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[ l o l a] - [ f e m a l e ] - [ e i g h t e e n ] ♒

at first sight →

[ n a m e ] Lola Mnemosyne Wolfe. Her father gave Lola her first name, after his and her mother's first dance, at their wedding; Copacabana. Her middle name, Mnemosyne, is quite the mouthful; her mother gave her that after Lola's dead grandmother, who'd recently died. Her name had bee Gertrude, and as much as Lola's mother wanted to commemorate her dead mother, she hated the name with a passion, so named Lola Mnemosyne, instead. Mnemosyne was the name of the Titan of memory and language, in Greek mythology, so she saw it fit to name her after the memory.
[ n i c k n a m e ] Simply Lola. Whatever you call her, don't even try her middle name, she hates it, and it's hard enough to pronounce for anyone. Her last name, Wolfe, she actually really likes, and when someone's in dire peril or upset with her or hates her guts they can tend to cal her Wolfe.
[ a g e ] 18: eighteen years old
[ b i r t h ] August third, a leo: ♌
[ g e n d e r ] Female. Lola's just about as manly as a buque of pink flowers. In a tea parlor. Wrapped in a silk bow.
[ o r i g i n ] Lola hails from Orlando Florida, where the summer's are hotter then hell, and the winter's are, too. Just with less rain.

you're beautiful →

[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] With dark rusty hair the color of burnished brass, and skin a tanned bronze, like honey, Lola is considered a beauty. Flaming in her appearance, her eyes are dark and wide set, rimmed by jet black lashes assisted in their volume by products, but mostly natural. Their color is so dark, actually, it would be hard to tell whether they were the darkest of browns, or actually black. But they give her a glazed, sad look upon her sun kissed face. With delicate features and bones of spiderweb and lace, Lola is as feminine as one could look. Tall, at about five feet and eight inches, most of her high is made up by her legs, with a high waist and flat stomach. It gives her an aquiline quality about her, and she looks graceful when she moves. A pretty girl, Lola has flaws, but they are mostly outweighed by her lovely and unique appearance. The red-head's flaws include miss-matched ears, under the dark hair she covers them with, one sticking out more then the other, and a scar on her shoulder from a softball injury in her sophomore year of high school, silver and slightly curved, that had ripped apart her shoulder two years ago, and will probably always mar her skin. Her lips are a bit wide, and her forehead a bit small, but honestly, when she smiles, it's hard to see those things, because the beauty of the girl, when she's happy, when she's laughing and truly weightless, can take your breath away.
[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] An extreme dark; like black chocolate. Her eyes are large and daunting when angry, but almost doe-like when they glitter for happiness. Set far apart on her face, they create a contrast between her lightly tanned skin and those black pits.
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] Lola's always had lovely hair. A natural dark red, burnt copper and rusty colored, it flows in thick plaits down her back, waving slightly, but a normal texture. Coarse, so it is easy to braid and style, Lola's hair is thick and heavy, a curse in Florida, but not so bad to look at.
[ e t h n i c i t y ] White, tanned, and slightly freckled.
[ h e i g h t ] Five feet and eight inches
[ w e i g h ] About one hundred and thirty pounds
[ m o d i f i c a t i o n s ] Nothing.

under your skin →

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] Lola has always been the type of girl you didn't want to mess with. She's not extremely kind, or selfless, or even sweet, when you first meet her. She's harsh-tongued, and clever, with hard eyes and a judgemental mindset. Lola's worst qualities are her pride and her selfishness. She doesn't, per say, think she's better than every else. It's not that type of pride, but she believes herself above a lot of things. She won't stoop to get what she wants, and she won't beg. It's below her dignity, in her mind. Lola is the girl who keeps her head high, even when she feels like crying; she's the girl who doesn't let her facade down for even a moment, she wouldn't dare. Her pride has caused the dark haired girl to do a lot of pretty idiotic things, but she never see's it until it's too late. Lola's proud is a dignified sort, not the type of pride that causes arrogance; just the type that hinders certain endeavors, and can ruin a friendship, or relationship, pretty easily.

Selfishness is more pronounced in Lola's personality. She can come off quite self centered, and for the most part it is because she is. Quite so. Lola thinks, for the majority of the time, only for herself. This quality branches off into smaller, more finite traits, like ambition and vanity, but they all grow from the tree of selfishness. She's good at not showing all her cards, this girl, and in the process, it might not be to obvious how, all the time, she thinks about herself. Her issues, her problems, her misery she goes through. Her adventures, her lessons, her homework, her everything. It's hard to be a good person when you can't think about other people, so sometimes it is a struggle to remain a decent human being. However, Lola's selfishness is cause for something good. When she finds someone she really cares about, someone who she trusts and loves and feels overbearing joy with when around, her selfishness evaporates, for that person, as if they have become a part of her, a piece of her heart, and this girl, normally so closed off, can become the best of friends to have.

But also the best of enemies. Lola's quality, which is not quite dominant, but can fire to the surface in no time at all, is her vengeance. The small boned girl doesn't look to frightening to most people. Why should she? She's just a child. But her mind is Lola's greatest weapon, and by far the most deadly, in her opinion. It was clear to the kids in her grade back at the school she went to not to mess with Lola. She'd get her revenge. Once there was a boy, Carl, who kept poking her with sticks when they were in line for the water fountain, and one day she'd just had enough of it. Lola had demanded--not asked, but demanded, she was too proud to ask--he stop multiple times, but it had not succeeded, so she went to more drastic measures. Throughout that entire week Lola had collected ants and bugs she'd found on the ground and on the trees, in a jar, where she'd put some honey in to feed them and a few holes at the top to breathe. It was almost cake to get out of class--with the excuse of using the bathroom--and find his lunchbox. The rest is history.

Lola is not blind to her faults. Nor is she an idiot--quite the contrary. She's a clever girl, if there ever was one. She has a fantastic memory, and a patience that is not popular amongst people her own age very often. She's cunning, too, but that's just another form of cleverness, more directly aimed at ambition and slightly darker subjects. But anyway, back to her vision. She's not blind. And she knows who she is; she can see very clearly she is selfish, and proud, and cruel to some people who she thinks deserve it. Perhaps it's worse that she can see all her faults, and yet she does nothing to correct them, than being blind to them, in the first place. Either way, Lola's one of those girls with, like I said, a judgement issue. She judges other people harshly, from first introductions to the way they smile to how they eat their porridge. But she also judges herself. She finds the faults within her, and berates herself for them, and really, the girl does try to fix them, but in the end she gives up. It makes her feel terrible, because she does have a heart, contrary to popular belief, but she can't do anything about it. Sometimes she wishes she were blind to her faults. At least she wouldn't feel like a bad person all the time, then.

But everyone has bad qualities; foibles, faults. And Lola is not entirely made up of horrible personality traits, no one is. And though she has some overbearing ones, she has lovely things about her, as well. She laughs easily, finds jokes and humor in a world that seldom carries it, and she enjoys living life to it's fullest. Lola would rather spend a day outside, weather rain or shine, than in a dark room playing video games like some children she was aquanted with. Besides her curiosity and thirst for life, Lola has always been a girl to turn to with a problem. She's not very good at giving help without being asked for it, but she understands that sometimes helping others can help her, too. And she has a tendency, sometimes, to put herself in another's shoes. She looks at their problems, as if they were hers, and wants to help. This is her main reason for helping others; it's not real kindness, just pity, and a backwards way of helping. But either way, it's better to do the right thing for the wrong reasons than the wrong thing for the right reasons.

A second (or is it third...?) great quality of Lola's is her calmed aura. She has the feeling of being an easy-going girl most of the time. Her eyes are casual, and it's rare she ever looks incredibly stressed or tense. She's just not that type of girl, on the outside. Yes, Lola's a person just like everyone else, and gets stressed out and P/Oed, but she has grown quite the facade over time, and she has learned to keep certain feelings, and including if not for the most part, like agitation, on the inside. Serenity, weather in the form of laughter or sighs, becomes her, and she indulges in it. Lola's a good girl to look at in a crisis, she can give sound advice, as if nothing ever phases her. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe she really does have nerves of steel.

Loyalty. Something rarely given out from this girl, it defines a friendship with her. Friendship without loyalty is like a composer who can only make noise, not music. When she does find a friend, an unlikely occurance in itself, she binds herself to that person. It's easy to say she's a bit clingy, but it's because she really cares. Lola will never trust a stranger unless it's a life or death choice, and she will die if she does not. But in any normal circumstance, she wouldn't let you in on her mind, and her dark eyes would swim with emotions you could never guess at they were too deep inside, buried under a glaze of cruelty and distrust. But once she does trust you, secrets pore out. Like her history, and it's toils, and her feelings towards everyone, and her opinions, and her pet peeves. She becomes a normal girl when she has friends, when she has trust. She becomes a good person--if not a great person--willing to sacrifice even herself for them. Trust, to Anne, means caring. Means love. Weather familial, romantic, or through friendships, trust is love.

That's why breaking Lola's trust, which is so frugally given, is probably the worst idea you could ever think of. It brings in her worst qualities, but on a whole new level. On a leval of hatred and fury no one would wish upon themselves. Lola abhors being decieved, and by someone she cared for, and trusted, it's like a piece of her world shatters. There's just something about breaking her trust, which simaltaneously breaks her heart.

Well, that's Lola, for you anyways. In a nutshell, a quiet, vivacious young girl, proud and selfish, slightly cold and closed off to those she doesn't know, but open and loving to her friends. She's just another child, in a world of millions--but Lola is her own individual. Her own person. She has her spark.
[ h i s t o r y ] Lola grew up, lived her life, normal. She made her home in a normal house, with normal parents, and a normal brother, though slightly annoying, with normal friends and normal bullies and normal teachers and normal...everything. But it never became her. Here's her history, as she sees it, though there are a few secrets that she doesn't know...

Thirty five years ago, a baby girl was born. She has huge blue eyes that seemed to dominate her angelic face, and she grew up beautiful. Wealthy and loved and happy. This girl had the world at her fingertips, her parents adored her, though they were strict, and she went to the best schools, had the best fortunes, a real life ahead of her. And she enjoyed it that way. Kind of prissy and slightly arrogant, this girl, with bright blonde hair, named Karen, went through life a queen. That is, until the fateful day, twenty one years ago, when she was at college, and met the boy who she would find a true love, but also a true regret, in. His name was William, and he was handsome, charming, sweet, and deep. They dated, and a year passed, and he met her parents, who, though it didn't surprise her, disagreed with her choice. He was poor, and garbage. No manners, no breeding, as her parents called it. Like they were dogs in a show. Horses being picked for a race. He had no breeding, and if they really were horses, he'd have gone off to slaughter, or been a child's pony.

But Karen had grown into more of an individual since leaving her homestead. She'd developed new qualities, like bravery, and pride, and stubbornness, and it made a path for bitterness and hatred to fill in her heart. She started challenging the parents who'd given everything to her. She knew she was right, they had no right, after all, to decide who she saw, or who she loved. But in another light, didn't they? Didn't they pay for college, for dance lessons, for food and clothes, love her and cherish her for as long as they could before she left them to become her own person? Did they have no weight in her choices, no place more in her heart? Both parties felt hurt, betrayed, and both were too proud to bend.

Karen and William were married that next year. They eloped, but it was probably better that way. Since Karen's parents wouldn't have payed for a wedding, or have even shown up, anyways. But they were happy, besides that. And they were really in love. William was an orphan, but he was so happy, all the time: it was like a whole new world for a girl who'd been kept so confined as a girl, so conservative. He was liberal in his actions and words, laughing and callous. He was her freedom, her respite from who she was. A vacation from who she'd grown up to be, from who she was expected to be, and it felt like heaven. To William, Karen was that girl who was everything. She was perfect, beautiful, sweet, lovely and deep, kind and funny: she was his everything. His eyes, a light green, saw only her, and her's only him. He had dark brown hair, thick and straight, longer, slightly, than normal, and a hard, square jaw. They were both beautiful, inside and out.

But vacations end. And dreams fade as you wake up, and forget. And eventually, everything looses their luster. Lola was born, along with her younger twin brother, Henry. Karen found being estranged, for years, from her parents, now only her father, as her mother had recently died, who she genuinly loved, was harder then she thought. It took a toll on her parents, too. They'd grown grey and old, with a constant frown on their faces, as their only child forgot about them, dissapeared and left them without even a goodbye. Karen's mother died before even seeing her a last time. But Karen was starting to see faults in this perfect man she'd been so in love with. He couldn't hold a fork correctly, he always chewed with his mouth open, he came home drunk, he always wore dirty shirts, he liked to smoke, he was terrible at doing the taxes, he couldn't go anywhere on time...small things that started to itch. She didn't see just him, anymore. And this consummate of man she'd found, this beautiful creature who gave her respite from herself, was suddenly holding her back from herself. She wanted to be Karen again. The Karen she'd grown up with, the girl she knew, not some hippie, poor and scatterbrained, with a loafer for a husband and two small children who didn't know their own grandparents. She missed the wealth, and the love, and the family. She missed her old friends, her old life. Karen found herself regreting ever even meeting William, but it was a quiet regret, never spoken.

That's why it was sudden, and heart braking for the man, when she was gone. There was a note, telling him she'd taken the children, because he couldn't support them on his own, with just a construction job, and gone back to her parents. That in her eyes, they were no long married, and she didn't want to hear from him again. Karen never saw William again, and so she was innocent to the knowledge of how hard he cried, of the sobs that wracked the small trailer they'd lived in. Of the pain in his face that never quite left from that day on, the lines in his skin that created a permanent scowl. William was always in love with her. He saw no one but her. Even now, fifteen, sixteen years later, light green eyes can never focus like they used to on a beautiful woman. They always see blond hair and dark, large eyes. They always see Karen.

Karen was back, though. She reunited with her parents, and all was forgiven, on both sides. The feud of theirs had gone on long enough; and Lola and Henry were introduced to their family. From then on, Karen was herself, again. Whether that was a good thing, or bad, it's hard to say, but she wore designer clothes, got a great job, loved her children and her family, gotten a sweet, high class boyfriend, a man who didn't know her history, but was too afraid of comitment to propose, which was just fine by her. Lola and Henry grew up in the world of the upper class, the world of the lucky. Cared for and loved. Lola never missed her dad; she'd known him only for the first year of her life, and she couldn't remember even his eyes. There were no pictures of him. But she had his dark red hair, and his jaw, strong and pronounced. Henry had his eyes, green and flat, while Lola had her mother's. And they were happy. Lola always felt restless, like she had to go run somewhere, just to shake the feeling off, like she wanted to find something, or explore, or do something. The girl always felt like she never did anything. It was a strange feeling, considering that she went horsebackriding, played soccer, and did everything a little girl could want to. And the thing was, Lola could never put her finger on it; but it was something. Something always felt missing; slightly off. As if she had all done this before, it was all a dream. Nothing was as exciting as it should have been to the young girl.

As far as Lola knew, Henry never felt that way, he always looked happy, grand, smiling and care free; easy. He wasn't like his sister, closed off and small in other's eyes, but most of what she is now came later. Lola never got the chance to ask her brother, her best friend, if he felt like her, if he was like her. They were eight when he died. It happened in what should have been a normal day. They were playing at school, challenging each other to do strange things, like normal, on the playground. Henry had just dared Lola and one of her friends to hand by their knees from the monkey bars. It was his turn. Lola dared him to climb up the slide, the one with a roof, on the outside. It was a common enough dare, but she didn't know what else to do. He was halfway up, above the base of it, when he fell. His head--there was a sound Lola will remember her entire life. It was the sound of crushing, the sound of something important being jostled and broken. His head hit the wooden base, and she could hear him scream to. He screamed for a moment, before it cut off sharply. Lola had been too stunned, for a minute, to do anything. She just stood there as the other kids around her ran off screaming and crying, to go get a teacher, staring at the limp form, covered in strange crimson, of her brother. She took in a sharp breath, and ran off after her friends, without saying anything, without a last look at him. No tears sprang into her eyes, no sound escaped her lips. Nothing on the surface. It was the first moment of her life when she didn't show anything at all. And it became a habit. But if anyone thought she was callous, they were wrong. She felt it. She felt a part of her soul break off and shatter for a moment, dropped from the slide along with Henry, broken by his side and bleeding.

Lola killed her own brother. That fact was something she could never get over. Never. Karen and her father comforted her, told her it wasn't her fault, and they all grieved. But no one blamed her. Except herself. She read a Shakespeare play once, Macbeth. Lola hadn't understood any of it, except for a few scenes like the one's about Lady Macbeth and Macbeth, right before and after they murdered the king: "Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red." She felt too, that the blood on her hands, figuratively, could never,and would never, wash off. Not in a hundred years.
[ l o v e s ] flowers, sunsets, beaches, poetry, her boyfriend, at times, her family, cats, brown haired boys, indie songs, comfortable clothes, and those days when she gets to chill out in bed, on a cold morning, covered in blankets and reading a book with hot chocolate next to her bedside.
[ h a t e s ] Memories of her brother, her boyfriend, at times, the idea that she'll be alone for her whole life, that no one understands her, the idea that her family might find out about how strange she is, being isolated, being put down, having her pride injured.
[ f a m i l y ] Her father, William, her mother, Karen, and her late brother, Henry.

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[ c r u s h ] Actually, she has a boyfriend, so I suppose she's crushing on him, at the moment.
[ o r i e n t a t i o n ] Heterosexual.
[ s t a t u s ] Unless you live under a rock you would know Lola's dating life. Dating a boy for what seems like ages, they're the ones kissing after a basketball game and looking cute in public. They're that couple everyone hates because they wish they were them. Of course, that picture is barely the surface of the ordeal the red-head has with her love life, but you wouldn't know anything other then the fact that she is so deeply in love with her beau it's like they're attached at the hip. Totally and inconceivably in love, alright.

And now all your love is wasted, and who the hell was I? I'm breaking at the bridges, and at the end of all your lines

---{{. name
I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ.
Fᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Aɴᴅᴇʀ.
When Ander Cane was born, his mother named him after a poet, Ander Monson. However, that fact rarely makes it around. Ander tries to avoid it when introducing himself. The boy's first name is pronounced like the first part of Anderson, with a hard a and a lithe feeling rolling off the tongue. That being said, his middle name, to no surprise, is the last name Monson. Cane, Ander's last name, was after his father, and though he thinks it's actually kind of a cool name, Ander's never been able to be proud of it...for reasons so far unknown.

---{{. age
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ʙᴀʙᴇ, I'ᴍ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ.
Eighteen, having turned into a legal adult in February, Ander's been sure to take full advantage of his new freedoms. It's strange, though, he couldn't help think, that his whole life he'd been waiting to grow up, and then, overnight, he technically had. The government and world considered him an adult, then. And he was free. But, in some way, and still Ander isn't sure how, but it was a depressing lurch that woke him the morning of his birthday, when he turned eighteen, an anticlimactic drawl, and a feeling of waste and bitterness, because as he stepped into this new doorway of adulthood, his youth, his childhood, whatever had been left to him, was enveloped in shadows behind him, and he could never go back.

---{{. gender
ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ
ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʟᴀssᴇs ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ...
Ander's a boy, don't get any mistakes about it. Sure, he's not always been at his greatest, but even at the man's worst he still couldn't be mistaken for a girl. Even if he were thinner, or looked feminine, which he doesn't, but if he did, he still couldn't be thought of that way. It's his voice, and the way he carries himself. Deep voiced, warm and rusty like bronze, and a mild swagger in his step, a slight puff of his chest and angle of his jaw that could never be present in a female. It's a good thing, too. Growing up with so many older brothers, if he'd even had a trace of weakness in him visible, to start with, it had been pounded out of him long ago.

---{{. description
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, I'ᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ
ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴏᴏ...
Ander Wolfe's not the nerdy boy sitting alone at lunch. He's not usually the last one to make friends, nor are his Friday nights ever empty. Good-looking in a wild, simple way, Ander's never had to work hard for the way he looks. With tanned skin, smooth shaven with little acne (though when he does get the occasional bout it's usually on his temple), Ander's always had the appearence of spending hours and hours on end in the sunlight, even when he was little. It gives him a bronzed color that matches his voice's texture and warmth, looking sunkissed and smooth, like a stone mulled over by the ocean tides for years and years and years. Ander's hair, shaved close to his head and dark, like the deepest forest at twilight, isn't necessarily the softest in the world, and it's spiky, and dense. The hue mirrors that of his dark gaze, his eyes set wide apart and long, with large, dark, irises. High cheekbones and thick eyebrows accentuate Ander's face, creating upon his bronzed canvas a drastic piece of artwork, dangerous looking and attractive.
Ander's never been weak-looking. He wouldn't have survived, in his own home, if he had been. All his brothers had learned to be tough from a young age, and he was no exception. With faint abs and toned muscles, the boy's always been a runner and a fighter. So far I've listed Ander's good qualities, of which he is certainly not lacking, but lets delve into his physical flaws. He's prone to clumsiness, attributed to his overly large feet he tends to trip over often, and he had a mole behind his right ear. Ander's always been a bit embarrassed about his flaws, and when he's nervous, or under pressure, he doesn't realize it, but he'll rub behind his ear, at the join between his neck and that, next to the mole. As well as this a few scars mar Ander Wolfe's body. A bite mark on his calf from one of his brothers, though he can't remember which, in the shape of a small curved line, silvery white, is imprinted upon him, as well as a few scratches here and there, and permanently scabby knees. When he's angry, Ander has a tendency to flare his nostrils, and when he's happy, though genuine happiness is a rarer thing then you'd expect in this boy, a unique crooked smile flashes onto his face. Pulled higher on one side then the other, it shows large pearly teeth, and a dimple in his left cheek. His eyes, dark and solemn normally, can light up when he smiles, and though he could be considered normal looking on most occasions, if not slightly above average, Ander, undoubtably, could be one of the most handsome boys you ever met, if he just smiled more.

---{{. modifications
I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ
ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘsᴀᴋᴇs...
Ander was sixteen when he got his first tattoo, a painful experience if he ever had one, but totally worth it, in his mind. The art was a small full moon above his ankle. A year ago, he and all his brothers went out to get an identical tattoo, as well. The drawing, black ink, on each of the boys backs, right under one of their shoulder blades, in clear, concise ink, was the initials LC. Like this:

That's basically it, though. The history for the tattoo comes later....

---{{. personality
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ,
ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?
I'll give you three broad words to describe Ander, since I'm sure not many people want to read through this.
Wild, pure, and desperate.
Ander was wild from the day he was born. It was in his blood. But, it's not the type of wild that kills people, that does drugs or stupid things, it's a much more subtle wild. When you look at him, you can see the tension in his bones, like he's always straining against something. The type of picture that comes to mind is a horse, pulling against it's bonds, trying to get free, or a bird, looking up to the sky and opening it's wings for the first time. The tension, the stress, the hope and courage and determination are all there, as is the misery and nervousness and the possibility of failure. Ander's wildness comes from a place deeper inside him then lust and shallow daydreams, though that is a form it tends to take in the physical world. It's the only way he can get himself across, sometimes.
What I mean by that, is even if Ander was never one to drink or party, he would do it, in a heartbeat, if he were feeling especially trapped. He's wild and he's caged. So though he understands in his heart it's not the escape he wanted, Ander has yet to understand what it really is he wants. He's just confused. He gets muddled easily as freedom blends and passion and fury combine, as wisdom and stupidity lose their focus...Ander just can't find the differences, for he doesn't know how to recognize either one.
Like the wilderness is a deadly, barren place to those who don't understand or care for it, so Ander is a wasted animal, dangerous and feral, to those who refuse to understand him. But there is a glint in his eyes that shows in it's depths all the beauty of the wilderness, too. The kindness and gentleness and the free winds that wrack the plains are shown in his smiles. The part of the wild that keeps fawns and cubs safe from harm, the part that harbors more life then any city, the part of the wild that perhaps isn't so wild; that secret part, is more Ander then the harsh winters and wracking storms.
Besides the obviously wild appeal about Ander, the boy is rather secretive. But he has reason to be. Bitter and grown cold from experience, some things are better left unsaid, is his policy. Because, really, when someone experiences betrayal and pain, trust becomes all the more a commodity, and all the more precious. There's not much anyone in Ander's english class could say about him except he's good looking enough and not totally stupid. That they try and stay on his good side. Even the cliques he hung with in high school knew little to nothing of the boy's past. Because clutching things to his chest is the safest thing to do. It's the least precarious, when you don't have to trust someone else. Because you can't read their minds, and how should Ander know when he'll get hurt again, if he gives them that power? There's something in Ander quite helpless, and he knows it. It puts the boy on the defense, makes him hard, on the outside. And he shoots glares that kill and spits fire in his words. He could break your jaw with a punch and spit in your eyes. He's not weak. But neither is he strong. Not enough to be open, not enough to lean on others, which, in the end, is the hardest and most harrowing thing anyone can do.
Continuing on with that, Ander is plagued with a horrible disease of the heart and soul. You can see it in his eyes and in his cocky smile; like acid, pride eats at his heart. It is the crippling type of pride, the one that restricks almost everything Ander does for it. He won't bow to you, he won't concede defeat, even if it's something metaphorical, something so small and finite no one but him takes any notice of it. An example would be in his chorus class junior year of high school. Ander really hated his teacher, who he thought was an obnoxious old fart, and refused, to prove a point, even subtly, to take part in anything above and beyond in that class. On the last day of his junior year, the class had a kareoke day, where some of the students sang pieces for fun. A part of Ander had wanted to, but the pride in him refused. How could he concede defeat to his teacher? He was making a point out of pure dislike that he would not be a part of what that person wanted or enjoyed. So pride could have easily been his downfall, if Ander had been a part of the Hunger Games, or in the world of Percy Jackson; but he's just a normal boy, and every normal boy has a fault or two. So, though promenent, Ander's pride is not fatal.
But besides his pride, a quality of his that not only fuels those fires, but makes him a better rounded person, is his diligence. Ander doesn't plod along or take his time on something. Rather, he has bursts of passion and works in excited flurries of movement which are quick to subside. So he'll put a project away for months at a time, but somewhere everything he does is at the back of his mind, at some point, or another. People like his brothers have made fun of him before for his lack of commitement, for it does seem he flits from one thing to the next. However, despite the hiatus's in between, there has yet to be anything Ander has not finished, if he started it. He's not OCD, but there's something about leaving things half done that makes him itch.
My other bolded word for Ander is his purity. It's a strange emotion for the boy to have, but it makes p so much of him. Strange because no one would expect the mind of someone so wild to be pure, but it's because he's pure that he's wild. The day he becomes too weary to smile, he'll lose himself. Ander knows that. Ander's purity is not of the body or even of the heart, he's been broken in both, and seen enough pain to last lifetimes, but it's of the soul. He's legally an adult, but he's not grown yet. He's still just a laughing boy, at heart, and every time someone hurts him, like a child, he forgets. That's how he stays so pure. Of course, I'm not saying literally forgets the incident, but he just forgets what it felt like, he puts it out of his mind, and in this way, Ander has managed to keep a part of him he's afraid everyone around him lost a long time ago.
Ander has two types of smiles. The first, is common to see, handsome, but normal. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's not as crooked as it would have been naturally, but he still has a dimple in his cheek. He reserves it for things like hanging out with strangers or even friends sometimes, for parties and for moments when he pretends he's not sad. He uses it most then, for smiling when your sad, Ander's decided, is the best thing for you. The best medicine.
The other smile of his, is much more rare and hard to spot. It's not so different from his false one, which is why no one ever seems to know he has a fake smile on, but there are things someone who really cared could have picked out. It's more lopsided, shows more of his teeth, and his dark eyes really glitter when he wears it. No one ever notices the difference though.
Another major quality that makes up Ander is his guilt. I didn't put it in bold because it's more of a private quality, so if you decided to read this whole thing I'll tell you, but those cheaters can't know this part of him, if they didn't want to try. When Ander's brother died (in the history), there were mixed feelings. At first, like all his family, Ander was wracked with sorrow and depression about their loss. He almost even missed his older brother. But the thing was, he didn't. When Luis had been alive, he'd been horrible to Ander. Horrible. Luis was the second youngest, right before Ander, and when he was born, Luis was so grateful not to be the youngest and the punching bag anymore, he never even considered Ander as a person, just a scapegoat. And he really hurt him more then a couple times. He broke Ander's finger once, bending it backwards just to hear his brother yelp. It wasn't a loving relationship, that was for sure. And the thing was, Ander had absolutely no memory of kindness from his older brother, and at first, it depressed him. At the funeral, he refused to say anything because in his heart he knew he couldn't. But gradually that turned to an almost free feeling. He would wake up every morning not to some lump of muscle and fat and spit pouring water on him, but when he wanted. He didn't have to worry about walking quietly down the stairs in case he woke him. He didn't have to practice his left hook. The feeling of loss Ander had unwillingly turned into a sort of happiness. But it was such conflicted happiness. Because Ander knew that was wrong. He knew he should miss his brother, closest to him in age...they should have been best friends and he should miss him. So above the free feeling of having him gone, above the loss of losing his family, there is guilt plaguing Ander's heart as he reflects inward on himself and sees that there must be something horribly wrong with him. He has never told his feelings to a single person, and plans to keep it that way.
The last bolded quality I wrote down at the front of these paragraphs was desperate. And yes, Ander's desperate. I don't know what he's desperate for, and neither does he. He's just in need of something. Maybe it's the wild glaze of his eyes sometimes when he does something crazy, the half hearted smiles he gives all the time, the weird feeling of freedom he gets from thrills. It could be anything. But Ander is desperate for some sort of anchor. He has none, in his life, right now. Especially when Luis died, Ander started questioning his relationships with all his older brothers. If one of them had died, would he had felt the same as he now did about Luis's death? He didn't know, but that was what scared him. Ander needs someone, or something, to hold him. To hold him down when he wants to fly, when he wants to jump. Someone to help him through tough periods and rocky mindsets, something to comfort him and keep him sane. Because there are people Ander's met who certainly think he's gone round the bend. But he hasn't, yet. He's trying to, for he doesn't want to cling to this disgusting reality he's been locked in, but he needs someone to hold him back for him. Someone to tame the part of him that might be too wild. He's just desperate, in his soul, for someone or something to really, really care about. Something he wouldn't leave willingly, because if he could he'd leave his family and leave his house and leave his history behind. Ander needs an anchor.

---{{. history
Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ᴍᴇssʏ ᴀғғᴀɪʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ...
Well, I'm not going to go into super detail in this because I want him to be able to tell most of it himself. However, the basics are that he was born into a family with five older boys, from oldest to youngest: James, Henry, Carl, Mason, Luis, and then him, Ander. They were technically half brothers, all of them, since they all had seperate fathers, but they lived together and considered themselves real brothers. At least Ander did. Their mother's name's Beth, and Ander remembers she used to be beautiful and kind. Recently (and by recently I mean like, five years ago) she's lost herself. Luis and Mason, when they were still home, hated it. They hated her for forgetting about them, but Ander always understood. He's always loved his mom, always, and he always took care never to hurt her. But she hurt him. The doctors had told her to take pills, and so she took them, but they changed her. And people told her at her job she was an idiot, so she became an idiot. She just wasn't strong enough to live under the pressures the world had for her. That was what Ander thought. But she checked out, that was for sure. He made his own lunches for school, mopped the floor himself, and cooked dinner himself. She was his anchor for a while, because he felt he should take care of her, since his other brothers refused to do it. When he was seventeen, though, she started to hate him. A mother never really does hate her own children, so of course it wasn't real hate. It was the passion that is expelled when someone gives up the will for sanity and the desire to live. She became a weak shadow of who she was, spitting curses at her sons whenever they came close to her. She took up smoking and drinking, and sat on her couch day after day as the checks would come in from James and Henry and Carl. They would each pay a bit for their rent, because they knew she needed it. So Ander was on his own, and she stopped being his anchor.
When he was seventeen, again, Luis died. It was his own fault, Ander's always privately thought. He was hanging out with the wrong crowd, doing drugs, and it killed him. His brothers all came home for the funeral, and together they tattoo'd Luis's innitials on their backs. To always remember their brother. If anyone ever asked Ander about, though, he'd tell them some bull, but not the truth. Never the truth. It's much to private for that.

---{{. relationships
Wᴇʟʟ, I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ
ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ...ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ...
There seems to always be someone, doesn't there? Someone who fools around, plays the game, dabbles. Well, Ander's that guy; the one the guys at school pat on the back, and the one who, if his situation was found out, would become single very fast. He's a cheater. At times, Ander finds himself loosing the lust for two women, finds himself falling in love, even, if that's possible for someone who put those feelings aside long ago, and sometimes he even wonders if he's doing the wrong thing. But whatever he thinks, sometimes, he's too far down. He loves the adventure of it, the wildness of it. The freedom that he can do what he wants makes him feel invincible sometimes. So it's complicated; for there are days when he feels he would do anything for a girl, would walk to the moon for her, and then there are days he can't get away from her, to the next, quick enough. Tricky, tricky, tricky.

---{{. other
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'Nah, I've said it all, I think. ^^

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⇨⇨ lιғe'ѕ тoo ιмporтanт тo вe тaĸen ѕerιoυѕly.

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---{{. name
"yoυ can call мe
ronnιe."
Rodney Alexander Castillo; isn't that a lot to write? For most people, it's a lot to say. That's why his middle name is often shortened to "alex", his first name shortened to "ronnie", and his last name, sometimes, shortened to "cast" or "e-yo."
(The things people come up with when they're too lazy to say your full name.) All of which are common nicknames he goes by. He wasn't named after anybody special, either. His dad named him Rodney, his mom came up with his middle name, and Castillo [Cas-tee-yo] is Cajun. Yep, Rodney's from Louisiana, but that's a little off topic.

---{{. age
"eιgнтeen and legal."
Rodney turned eighteen recently, and is only younger than his classmates by a few months. He's never skipped a grade or been held back, thankfully. But he does happen to be the third youngest in his family. He was born January 22nd, 1994.

---{{. gender
"ι'м мale, ғor all yoυ
вlιnd people oυт тнere."
Hmm, well, let's see. He's got facial features like a man, his voice isn't high pitched, and - wait, why am I even listing it out? He's a guy, moron. Invest in a pair of glasses, please, or at least a biology text book.

---{{. description
"тнιn, lean, нazel eyeѕ,
ĸιller тan."
Rodney isn't really the kind of guy you'd stop and stare at on the street unless he was doing something stupid and reckless, which may happen. And even though he's got some nice eyes, he's no movie star, so it's fine to call him attractive, but not drop-dead-omg-jesus-take-the-wheel-i'm-dying gorgeous. Going back to his eyes, they're a light hazel. A mix of green and brown, kind of goldish if you really look, but mainly those first two colors. The pupil is black, with a light brown around it that goes out and eventually fades into a green color. They don't change with light or mood or anything, they're simply... hazel. And very appealing, as he's been told. However, Ronnie has a thing for sunglasses, and is always wearing them. Most people have to ask what color his eyes are before they actually see them.

His hair isn't always easy to explain. It's a nice, russet brown, and the top is lighter from the time he dyed it blonde. That color is wearing off and it's in that final stage, where it's trying to hold on, but can't, and looks just light brown. The back is kind of long, going all the way to the base of his neck. But the hair get's shorter going from back to front, staying kind of long on the sides. His bangs can hang a little past his eyebrows if he let's them, but they usually go to the left. It's slightly wavy when it's natural. Not insanely wavy, but enough that it's visibly easy to notice. However, it's not wavy enough to bother him, and his hair tends to straighten itself out after a while with brushing and such. Ronnie doesn't comb it often, though. His hair is usually presentable after just running his hands through it enough times, making it easy to manage.

Ronnie stands around five foot, eleven inches, being just short of six feet. He weighs around one hundred and forty five pounds, making him the tall-ish and lean type. He considers himself tall-ish because he doesn't quite clear six feet, but is taller than most girls, and even some guys, that he meets. Anyway, he works out, and has lean muscles on his body. Track and Cross Country can take the credit for his six pack. It's not as developed as a body builder's might be, but it's there, and gives him some pride. However, he takes more pride in his running skills and the endurance he has. That's why he's still kind of thin. Anyway, he is prone to tanning, turning an olive brown that last for a few days. It makes his eyes stand out when he isn't wearing sunglasses. But his natural skin color it light, and he has a couple scars here and there from various falls, accidents, fights, whatever whatever. The most interesting one would be on the back of his neck. Making a short story even shorter, his mom tried to cut his hair when he was around five or six, and ended up cutting his neck by accident. His hair covers it up, but the inch long mark makes for an interesting ice breaker.

---{{. modifications
"ι gυeѕѕ ι jυѕт dιdn'т ĸnow
wнen тo qυιт."
Rodney has gotten quite a few piercings done, but he doesn't wear them often, and doesn't wear more than two at a time. His eyebrow, mouth, and ears have been pierced in different places. The one he wears the most would be his cartilage piercing on his left ear, with his eyebrow piercing coming second after that. However, he's usually too lazy to put them in, or get's bored with it. His parents really don't care about his piercings, and hid dad doesn't care about his tattoo's, but his mom is a whole different story. She get's furious when she catches him with a new one, and threatens him with punishments. Lucky for Rodney she hasn't made good on any of them, but you can rest assured she's voicing her opinion on them. Since Rodney's friend worked at the place when he got them done, he was able to get some of them done before he turned eighteen, those of coarse being the ones you can't see when he's wearing a shirt. He has an equals sign on his arm, words on his chest and side. Maybe he'll stop, maybe he won't, but he doesn't have any idea's for a new tattoo yet.

---{{. personality
"нello, world, ιт'ѕ ronnιe."
Rodney is a fun, humorous, kind of guy, careless and relatively worry free. He doesn’t let things get to him, preferring to shrug things off rather than freak out about them. Even if he enjoys, well, enjoying life, he’s still a layed back kind of guy, friendly and social. A little reckless, yes. Maybe not the most trusting, he still makes friends, despite a few quirks. Ronnie is the kind of guy with endless energy, and can’t sleep. Impatient when he doesn’t get what he wants, but unusually happy and generous. A lot of things about the guy contrast, and it’s not exactly something he does on purpose. It’s just part of him. Or part of his condition, really. Either way, it creates a person who can really be something to watch.

The first thing you’d notice are the obvious things about his personality. Ronnie loves talking and interacting with people, but you‘d probably think otherwise when you first meet him. He’s got this cool, layed back, almost sarcastic, demeanor that he falls back on, like a default. He likes to make jokes, and can be pretty curious about new people. His personality can change in an instant though. Anyway, he’s a people person. I mean, he can tolerate being alone, but why be alone when you could be social? It’s almost the basis for some of his strongest personality traits. Like being competitive. Rodney grew up playing sports, watching them, and had a lot of older friends that only pushed him to be better with their constant bragging. He really can’t stand to loose. At all. Rodney feels good when he beats people in sports, or at anything, really, and winning can be a really motivational force in his life. Thanks to that, he think's he's better than some people. However, he isn't the bragging type. He'll smile, he'll get this really happy look, but he doesn't hold winning over someone's head or constantly tell people about his wins. No, being competitive is more a personal thing for him. Aside from that, he's just a motivated and determined person in general. You can't stop him once he get's an idea in his head, and can be stubborn sometimes. Procrastinating makes him irritated, and he often motivates his friends to finish things, or start something important rather than put it off.

When being competitive isn’t in the picture, he’s a friendly guy, easily able to make friends. He's use to having a lot of people around him thanks to his big family, and many dogs. He's approachable, genuinely interested in people, and kind of laid back, making him someone who can socialize without a problem. Rodney doesn’t really judge much - does he have the right being so ‘unormal’? There are a few traits in people he can’t stand, but he deals with that using his painful honestly. Ronnie isn’t afraid to say what’s on his mind, and doesn’t really think about others feelings when he calls them out on something. In his mind, it’s just constructive criticism. And his observant nature makes it easy for him to pick up on flaws, emotions, when someone's trying to lie. He has strong opinions, too, as well as a thousand thoughts racing in his head. All of that leads to his mouth getting him into trouble. In that case, he tries to talk his way out of trouble. Rodney’s not really fighter - he’s too positive and upbeat to be interested in that. Plus, he's not the biggest guy around. His size isn't intimidating. All the same, Rodney isn't easily intimidated. He'll just flip into his 'I'm better than you' mode and use words to get himself out of a fight, or any kind of trouble, really. A smooth talker, he can convince and lie to people to get his way without even batting an eye. Pair that with decent acting skills and you’ve got a guy who can get you anything and get you anywhere.

That also goes with his helpful nature. Rodney was always taught to look after his siblings and family, and that just sort of spilled over to include his friends. Rodney hates to see his friends upset or without help. He doesn't even give it a second thought when people ask him to help them. It doesn't matter if it's physical work or just someone to talk to. He's a good listener and can take a break from his normal fun-loving, care-free nature to be serious. He can give good advice, even willing to bust out a little Cajun French in his subtle southern accent to make you feel better, but you probably won't get a whole speech or anything from him. It's more like short and to the point you should probably do this kind of advice. Rodney hates when people don't get to the point, and doesn't have the patience to hear people ramble about unimportant things. Speaking of patience, Rodney is also the worst teacher in the world if the person he's teaching can't grasp the concept quickly. He hates repeating himself, and he can't stand stupid questions or actions that come along with teaching people. Really, he'd like to help, but some people just can't. Be helped, that is. Either way, he's helpful and concerned as long as you don't need him to teach you how to ride a skateboard or something.

Since Ronnie hates procrastinating and doing absolutely nothing, he obviously has a good work ethic. He isn't afraid to work hard, even if it means getting dirty in doing so. He isn't overly emotional, and only has one real fear, which, thankfully, allows him to do... work. He's not a complainer, and tends to be on time for most things. That's just something instilled in his brain. Even if he does some stupid things, at least people can say, that kid works hard. All of that goes to show how much energy the boy has; sports, working, wanting to always be doing something. Although he's not constantly talking or boucning off the walls, he has a lot of energy to use without a drop of Monster or coffee in him. Why? He doesn't know, but it comes in handy. It also makes him kind of fidgety, though. Ronnie can't sit still for very long, so you'll often find him tapping foot, throwing a tennis ball against the wall, or doing that nervous leg thing. He likes to be moving. Explains why he's a runner, huh? Ronnie also likes to have something for his mind to focus on. That's why he's always looking around, observing his surroundings and the people. There's just so many interesting things out there, you know? He loves people with interesting qualities, people with talent, people who go against the grain and aren't afraid to challenge what's normal.

Rodney and school makes for an interesting mix. The boy is smart. No, really. He hates geography, but every other subject interests him. He likes math because there's an obvious solution; biology because it applies to life around him; english because he's a good writter. Unlike most people, Rodney actually likes to learn (though he won't tell that to most people), and finds school to be one of the easiest things ever. They give you the answers! He doesn't always apply himself, though. He hates doing homework and can find loopholes to get himself out of doing it. See, he doesn't consider it procrastinating because, in the end, he just doesn't do it. He hates the thought of doing homework, and will purposely finds things to distract himself from it. Most of the time he just doesn't turn it in, or he'll copy off of a friend, but when teachers ask him why he won't do homework, he just shrugs and goes on. See, he can ace the test, answer any question you ask him off the top of his head, but the zero's he get's from not turning in homework can prevent him from getting a's, much to the discontent of his mother. She's always encouraging him, and his siblings, and saying that trying is good, but actually getting really good grades is what's most important. Rodney admire's her persistence, but it never really sinks in.

Rodney can sometimes be a persistent flirt, though. When he see's an attractive girl, he'll put on a good smile and, like most other guys, try and flirt to get her to like him. However, if he doesn't get an immediate positive response to his advances, he backs off and pretends it didn't happen. Ronnie usually isn't someone to chase after a girl he's only crushing on for a few days or so. The one's he won't let get away are the girl's who he's known for a while and likes for both her looks and her personality. Really, it's just one girl, but he's not going to limit himself, either. Rodney doesn't feel guilty or bad about dating one girl and having strong feelings for another. He already knows the one he's dating will be temporary. Anyway, he doesn't always flirt with a girl because he has a thing for her. Sometimes it's just fun. Especially when she flirts back but you know it's not serious. Then you're just having fun. You don't have to be tied up with feelings and stuff like that. His girlfriend's, however, don't always like his flirting with other girls, whether it's serious or not. Ronnie's never cheated on a girl, if kissing someone else while dating one girl is considered not cheating. If it's not going to lead to anything, why is it a big deal? That's what he wonders. So, you really can't stop him from having fun with girls he's not dating while in a relationship. You can't tie Rodney down, and he'll drop any girl who tries to do so.

And Rodney doesn't really care if a girl he's not head over heels in love with goes and kisses another guy or hangs out with a close guy friend. Why? Because Rodney doesn't trust many people. Unless you're family or a close friend, he wouldn't put that much faith in you. So he doesn't allow himself to be surprised when people do things to break the trust they already didn't have; he wasn't holding you accountable in the first place. But Rodney doesn't tell people that. No, he treats people the same - friendly, fun, more simply, he act's like his normal self. Deep down inside, though, he wouldn't trust you as far as he could throw you. Rodney believes that at the end of the day, you really only have yourself to rely on. Why count on people so much when people have a high potential to let you down? Save yourself the trouble and learn to trust yourself a little more. That's also why he's pretty independent. While he loves hanging out with people, getting out in social settings, Rodney knows how to take care of himself and be independent.

Finally, when he runs out of steam, Rodney just kind of hangs in the background. Sometimes Rodney will randomly back off from people and get kind of quiet. That's when he's hit a low, so to speak. He's not as energy filled. He eventually just kind of slinks off to be by himself. It's not that he's depressed or anything. No, it's just the way Ronnie is. Sometimes he needs to get away from it all and be on his own. Most people know to leave him be if he just decides to up and leave some place. And even though it takes a lot to really get to him, sometimes, people can hit certain nerves. You know Rodney's really mad when he just kind of stares and repeatedly runs his hands through his hair. He walks back and forth, doesn't say a word, but you know the gears are turning in his head. He doesn't explode, doesn't fight. It's the quiet kind of anger that has to sit for a while before something really happens. Then it comes. He can say some hurtful things when he wants to, intending on really killing someone inside. If he already isn't afraid to speak his mind, you should outright fear what he says to you when he's pissed off. Rodney knows where to hit people, targeting subjects he normally speak about. That's not to easy when a stranger or not-so-close friends ticks him off. Sad to say, it's more often that family members or close friends anger him to this point. And after everything is said and done, he leaves. Just takes off. Ronnie come's back eventually, and isn't too proud to apologize. He hates having enemies, and is quick to try and patch things up.

---{{. history
"ѕorry, no ѕoв ѕтorιeѕ
aroυnd нere."
Rodney was born in New Roads, Louisiana but moved to Lafayette when he was two. New Roads was a predominately Creole city, and Rodney's parents wanted to move the family to a more Cajun city so they could get a better look at their heritage. Both his parents had good jobs, but they wouldn't consider themselves rich. They lived in a nice house, with land around it, and were content with what they had.

Rodney grew up with an older brother, older sister, and a younger brother and sister. Yep, his parents had five kids. And yes, he was the middle child. Pair that with four dogs, a cat, and and his younger sister's strange fascination with bringing home turtles from the creek, there were a lot of living things in one house. He'd wake up early to his oldest's brother's loud rap music, or have to listen to his younger siblings cry over the typical things that make little kids upset. There was always a fight going on between someone, and it's a wonder his mom was able to balance work, a husband, and multiple children. But this was the easy stuff. The older brother, Rikki, was thirteen, Janice was twelve, then ten-year-old Rodney, four-year-old James, and finally Abigail, who was two.

They always had a free reign as kids. His mom would let them all go outside alone to play in the woods or walk around the neighborhood, go out to the city to buy food from the guys with the carts. They'd meet other kids and that's how you got to know people around town. You'd run into someone catching a snapping turtle, or get caught up in a game of football. Everyone just became friends, but tended to run in groups based on age. But since most people had siblings, you knew at least one older guy or girl who'd stick up for your younger brothers and sisters if they ran into trouble.

Anyway, once Rikki turned thirteen, he thought he was big and bad and would stay out later than he was allowed, or do things he wasn't suppose to. Rodney adored his older brother, and would stick up for him when mom asked where he was at. He's just behind the house, mom. Those little white lies were enough for his mom at the time. His dad was always working, so he wasn't a problem either. But eventually Rodney wanted to see what Rikki was up to. Turns out, Rikki was hanging out with a whole group of guys, some way older than himself. They were running around town like they ran things. Smoking, doing reckless stuff. It looked pretty cool to Rodney, and he wanted to be included. Rikki put in a good word for Rodney after a lot of persistence, and those guys ended up being the same people he'd hang out with through middle and high school. Just another example of how the kids in his neighborhood all knew each other. Along the way, he developed a love for sports, a taste for photography, and became a skilled drummer.

Rodney grew up. Tried a little of this, a little of that. He'd never come home until the morning sometimes, or get into trouble, but Rodney was never a hardcore criminal or a druggie like some of those guys. He thought he was too good for that. Plus, being the star of his high school Track and Cross Country team (and making the b-team for basketball, though he won't talk about that) he needed to stay in shape and have a clear mind. Plus, his dad would kill him and hang his head up next to the raccoon, and the dear, and that stuffed gator Rikki shot when he was only six. And he saw what his dad did to Rikki and Janice when they got into trouble. Janice liked to take nice things without paying, and Rikki was into a lot of things. His dad had little patience for screw-ups. Wouldn't tolerate it. Maybe his dad's punishments were what straightened Rikki and Janice out.

Rikki ended up going to the military and getting his schooling there. Janice when to Texas A&M to be a vet. Rodney was next to go, and his mom's been more persistent than ever to make him get good grades, stay away from girls (unless he plans on marrying her. His mama has a thing for weddings.), and just be a good citizen. We'll see how that turns out. His parents want him to become a doctor and move back to Louisiana after he becomes one. They even have a girl they want to see him marry. She's nice, real smart, and would make a killer lawyer. However, he doesn't want to marry her, and doesn't want to be a doctor. His real passion is Broadcast Journalism. Even though he likes photography, Ronnie also loves camera's and traveling around, recording things. He loves reporting and putting together a story. What isn't exciting about that? Sure, it would take some work, but he want's to explore the world and record the issue's that arise, showing people who watch it. On the side he wants to just make films. Nothing serious, just little stories he picks up here and there. Or maybe post video's about what he's doing on YouTube; keep a blog. His parents don't exactly support that plan.

He's had that dream since the tenth grade, and his parents have had their dream since he dissected a frog in seventh grade and told them it didn't gross him out or anything. When he was growing up, they always nodded when he talked about Broadcast Journalism. They'd say uh-huh and buy him camera's, a good laptop, but they hoped they could convince him to be a doctor before he turned eighteen. Now they've only got the short time before he leaves for college to make him switch his major. Aside from that, Rodney does love his parents, and they do all they can for him. They just tend to butt heads over his future a lot.

---{{. relationships
"ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ aвoυт ιт,
ιт'ѕ coмplιcaтed."
Rodney is kind of in a funny position. See, he loves this one girl. Like, really, legitimately, loves this girl. But of coarse life couldn't just be easy and let them be together. No, there's another guy who also loves her, and he's sure she loves the both of them. Ronnie doesn't hate; he doesn't hold anything against the other guy. He considers him a friend, actually. If they like the same girl, he obviously has good taste. But having a really serious attraction doesn't stop him from dating other girls. He's had a few relationships. A couple two or three day flings. His longest relationship lasted a couple months, believe it or not. But he's still waiting on that one girl to make up her mind, and he can't get serious with another girl until he knows whether he's the one or not. He'll live if he isn't. It'll hurt, but Ronnie isn't one to stay down for long. At the very least, he won't let you see that he's down and out for the count.

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Grace Knight.
From the English word grace, which ultimately derives from Latin gratia. This was one of the virtue names created in the 17th century by the Puritans. Grace's mom applied this name to Grace after she was born. As a baby, her mom though she looked beautiful and graceful, hence the name Grace. She does not have a middle name.

Seventeen.
Born on January 27th, 1995. Grace is so close to being a legal adult she can taste. Only one year away! Most people already consider her an adult since she acts for mature and refined, but Grace want the freedoms that being eighteen has to offer. She wasn’t to grow up and live her life already, however awkward and embarrassing it might be.

Female.
Pretty self-explanatory, I would think.

First, let's start with the basics. Grace has chocolate brown hair and some natural lighter brown highlights. It has a slight wave that falls just past her shoulders. She always wraps into a bun, but leaving a few strands hang loose since she is always in a rush. She has a delicate jaw line that borders her face. Her eyes are a ocean blue and has a hazel ring wrapped in the center. Her bangs cover up most of her eyebrows, so she doesn't need to pluck them. It also helps that they are naturally thin. Her lips are rather slim and have a very pink color to them. Grace's skin is a pale white, with a little tint to it. Her build is very slender due to her insecurities and feels guilty when she eats -- she is bordering anorexia, but she's not entirely there yet. She has slender hands and nimble fingers. She always keeps her nails totally free of polish. She isn't very tall either, just average. Grace is an average girl -- on the outside, at least. Overall, Grace is moderately pretty, but definitely not the most gorgeous girl out there, not by a long shot.

When dressing, there isn't anything too eccentric going on; although Grace does have a thing for vintage clothing. On a normal day, she wears the typical tee and jeans, flats for shoes. Basic lip gloss and mascara for makeup, maybe a little more on a special occasion. She looks better with her hair down, since almost nobody ever sees her it like that. As for colors, she prefers a range from pastels to bright hues.

None.
Except for the occasional birthmark or mole, Grace doesn't have any tattoos or odd piercings. Her ears are pierced, however.

Grace is the type of girl who follows all the rules. She keeps her distance from the other kids and especially the juveniles. Her mother always taught her that if you stayed away from the bad kids, you wouldn't end up like one -- which is true in a way, since Grace is anything from bad. She is expecting to become valedictorian and go to Princeton right after graduation, majoring in biochemistry and biophysics. She has never tasted a sip of alcohol or gone past first base. The biggest party she has gone to was her dad's Christmas office party. Grace has glasses, but her mother forces her to wear contacts, say they "bring out her eyes" -- her best feature. However, Grace dislikes her contacts, and sneaks her glasses on at school. For hobbies, Grace draws and creates vintage fashion, plays tennis, swims, and read novels about the Victorian Era. Although she excels in all subjects, especially art and English, science is the one that really interests her. She plans to start a company to research and find out more about DNA after college.

Even with her excellent grades, Grace is extremely insecure. Although she is actually moderately pretty, it never feels like it to her. She doesn't talk to anyone, always thinking of how they will judge her. She keeps her head low and nobody notices her. It's like she's invisible. But Grace likes it like that. No attention, no stress, no drama. That's her motto. Sometimes her parents want her to give her therapy lessons. "Try and get her out of her shell," they say to each other, like they're trying to convince themselves. But Grace knows what they really think. They are scared that she has some sort of mental problem, some disease that prevents her to socializing. They think that maybe, just maybe, that's why she never leaves the house. Obviously, they aren't doctors.

Grace loves control. She likes to control her whole life and the things around her. That's why she is so insecure, she can't control what people are thinking about her. Without this "control" in her life, she feels like everything is out of place and a huge mess. But don't forget, even though Grace is very mature for her age, she still is a teenager, and being a teenager means having those emotional moods sometimes. Like when she is in one of those surly moods, most people get loud and angry, but she get cold. Her eyes freeze over and she looks like she could murder you. Her eyes do most of her emoting. Yes, that sound weird, but her eyes are always so filled with emotion, you can't help but stare at them. Sometimes, this creeps Grace out quite a lot, so she wears her glasses to try and prevent it.

The first and last boyfriend Grace had practically ruined her. He cheated on her right under her nose and Grace never noticed until someone had the gall to come up -- laughing -- saying how her boyfriend went out with another girl for five months. Grace felt so stupid, so foolish, gullible, moronic, she vowed it would never happen again. So she put walls around her, never letting anyone get inside them, never letting anyone see how she really felt. ...But then came this boy. This boy that seemed so perfect, so divine, that Grace couldn't say no. She thought he loved her, that he was honest and so down to earth. Little does she know that she was wrong. So, terribly, very wrong. History repeated itself, he cheated on her.

[[ so all this about how this boy is horrible and stuff is just what Grace's opinion would be when she found out. he could be the opposite of it. ]]

Grace was born in South Africa, but grew up in the United States. Her parents are big time journalists that used to travel all over the world. However, then Grace's mom became pregnant with her, which was not planned. Her parents weren't going to have children. Because of the Grace, her parents had to settle down. No more crazy trips to some unknown city in Europe or wild rides in crappy airplanes to third world countries in Asia. Safe to say, they were disappointed at the arrival of Grace.

After moving into a new house and getting slightly calmer jobs, Grace grew up in what she thought was a normal childhood. Of course, every family think they're the freakiest ones out there, but Grace always thought her family was fine. She didn't notice when her parents looked at her with worry when she played alone with her imaginary friends, or when they stayed up late talking about her future with uncertainty. Grace started figuring something wasn't right when she watched those Disney shows with perfect families. She wondered why her family wasn't like that. Instead, her parents fought every night. Once screaming so loud the neighbors called the cops. Once the day came when her parents divorced, the twins despised each other. Their whole family was a dysfunctional mess. Her parents didn't want her, they didn't give her the time and attention all the other normal ones did. And her classmates certainly didn't want her, they wouldn't even fake being friends with Grace, just to be nice. She felt unnoticeable and unseen, but over time she grew to like it that way.

[[ this sucks, but it was rushed. will probably add more later on. ]]

Taken.
You've already read about her past relationship, how he cheated on her. And how the boyfriend she is with now is cheating on her as well, without her knowing. So, as you might be able to see, Grace is in a hot mess and she doesn't even realize it.

Nothing here to look at.

[katniss,]

Updated. We need one more boy and one more girl. Invite people!

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{I put up a form for the Cheating Male, in my other post, above, since I kind of had the guilty urge to play it ^^}

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ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ . summer alexandra prescott
ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ . / s(um)-mer / alex(an)-dra / pr(es)-cott /
ɢ ᴏ ᴇ s ʙ ʏ . alex, lexie, andy
{ since summer is difficult to shorten }
ᴀ ɢ ᴇ . eighteen { born july 15 of 1994 }
ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ . female

ᴇ ʏ ᴇ s . summer's eyes aren't anything too extraordinary. they're a grey - blue hue, with just a few bits of very pale blue lighting up the iris here and there in short streaks. her eye make - up is more of a natural color, highlighted with gold tones, dark but thinly - applied eyeliner, and this incredible mascara that makes her eyelashes look absolutely stunning.
ʜ ᴀ ɪ ʀ . with long, sunkissed, and uncontrollably wavy locks, summer is anything but satisfied with her hair. to be frank, she hates it. but there is one perk : her hair reacts a lot to the seasons. in the summer, it lightens and natural highlights give it a colorful look, while in the winter it darkens to almost a honey brown color. and, with an hour or so and a flat iron or a curling wand, summer's tresses look fantastic - shimmery, and it doesn't lose it's form at all. at least, as long as she avoids rain.
s ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴇ . to put it broadly, summer's figure is model material. she's tall and slim, very fit. but, still, she has a set of curves to die for. even though, summer can't stand having curves ; the looks guys will give her when she's actually trying to play up her curves make her uncomfortable. She weighs in at 115 pounds and stands a full 5'6".

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs . summer's as of now head - over - heels
with ander cane. she knew he was trouble from the start. but,
really, who could say no to that face? summer is a bit doubtful
of his commitment to her, but she's nowhere near to realizing
that he's seeing another girl behind her back.
ᴄ ʀ ᴜ s ʜ { s } . well, obviously, summer's got her eye on ander.
her boyfriend. but thatdoesn't mean she can't let her eye wander,
just a little bit. she's noticed james - but just because she's heard
that he's absolutely wonderful to his girlfriend. i'm not sure it could
be classified as an actual crush, summer has just seen him around and
wondered how good a boyfriend he really is.

Understand Summer is difficult.
wip

[katniss,]

Just waiting for Alaska to finish her girl, then we will start. c: