✾Those Three Little Words ✾ Open

[elizabethhher]

Ally Mae La'France


Ally Mae woke up bright and early in the morning, ready to start a new day. She jumped out of her wonderful waterbed and picked out her clothes for the day, a short sleeved light green shirt, a long sleeved dark green shirt, some black jeans, and a pair of black converse with green laces. Ally Mae then jumped into the shower, but first noticed her messy bed head and laughed. After her long shower, Ally Mae dried off and put on the clothes she had picked out. Noticing that she needed some accessory, she went to her jewelry drawer and pulled out her black bedazzled sunglasses. She then walked down the stairs of her house, passed her little sister's bedroom who was most likely at school, and then went into the kitchen. She looked into her refrigerator, and noticed that her little sister had eaten the last bagel, leaving a note telling her to buy more. Ally Mae sighed, then walked out of her house, thinking. It was currently summertime, so the sun was going to come out fast. As she walked to the store, she thought why her sister had chose to go to school during summertime. Ally Mae only thought that college applicants were allowed to do that, oh well. More alone time for her. Ally Mae was getting closer to the grocery store, but then stopped as she saw a very tempting book store that she hadn't been to in a long time. She shrugged, telling herself that she would get the bagels later, and went into the store, coming out with a new book that she thought looked interesting. Near the book store was a park, so Ally Mae went there and sat down under a tree and started reading the book.

{How's that for a start?}

[RYCBAR123]

Gabriella Louise Madeline Smith

. Hold me tight to calm my fright .

I wake up with a dainty yawn and look at my alarm clock. In bright red shone '9:43'. I was late getting up! In record time I was out of bed and then in and back out of the shower. Quickly I dresses in a lace dress that I belted for the fun of it and I slipped frilly socks on my feet and then followed those up with chunky, teal wedges. For accessories I threw on some wooden banges, my vintage-looking sunglasses, and a sun hat. There was no taming my brown mane, so I left it alone. All that took about thirty minutes and in thirty more I had my dad's breakfast fixed and my little brother dressed and eating. Now it was time to wake the beast. He enjoyed a late breakfast, so I woke him up last. He growled at me and then after I left the room finally crawled out of bed. I swear, waking him up is like trying to wake a grizzly up from hibernation. Tyler, my little brother, had finished his scrambled eggs and was ready to go somewhere. H jumped into my arms and we got him all dressed in a blue and red striped polo and cargo shorts. His little blue sandals took awhile to find, but when we did find them Dad had already eaten and disappeared. I decided I'd do dishes later and took Tyler to the park.

[gizmo,]

Ryder Marie Threatt

Raging Beauty

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;Full Name;
Ryder Marie Threatt

;Nickname(s);
"Just Ryder."

;Age;
17

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;Full Description;
Ryder is what most would call picture perfect. Her hair is a shiny brown that falls in waves to her lower back, a contrast to her electric green eyes, where most assume can look into someone's soul her stare is so meticulous.
Having been born in the sunshine state, her skin has a deep tan, one that doesn't seem to go away all year round. Having the build of a well trained athlete, what with muscled arms and long legs that seem to go on forever, a tight abdomen, thick thighs full of muscle, she is just a power house, including her voice. Growing up in such pain all the time, Ryder spent her time either playing sports, or playing music. Along with her ability to play just about anything, she was gifted with a unique voice. Singing became her passion, as was playing the guitar. It was her escape from the horror that was her life.
Even with her piercing eyes, tan skin, long hair, she had flaws. Her scars, mostly. Since her "daddy" was an alcoholic, he was an abuser as well. Those endless nights where he blamed her for her mother leaving, and then her brother, he inflicted pain. She was used to the usual, like the hitting, the emotional punches as well, but there was one thing she wasn't prepared for. It was night when her father stumbled in, barely able to stand up straight he was so drunk. She normally hid in her room when this happened, but he caught her before she could scurry away unnoticed. The usual started, the yelling, hitting, etc, but what she hadn't accounted for was him using his beer bottle as a baseball at her face. Unable to move quick enough, the bottle struck her in the face, her right eye to be more exact.
Pain. Pain unlike she had ever experienced pierced through her. Screams erupted from her, screams of agony, for help, was only met with cruel laughter. He left her writhing on the floor in pain. Minutes passed. Hours. Soon, it was the next day. Her father paid her no mind, ignoring the fact that she needed a hospital. She knew she needed to get help if she wanted to be able to see out of her right eye again. So, hauling herself off the floor, attempting to ignore the streaks of pain passing through her with every movement, she made it to her room. Reaching for her cell phone, she called her closest friend at the time, and told her she needed a ride to the ER. Without any questions asked, her friend picked her up and quickly drove her there.
After countless surgeries, they had to replace her retina. Her right eye ended up become a blue color, but she could see again, so she paid it no mind.
So now that you know the story of her scar on her face and the different eye colors, time to move on to the scar that goes from her left shoulder, down to her hand and spreading out across her fingers like veins. This, like the scar on her face, was from her father. He thought it would be funny to take a knife, and drag it down her left arm all the way to her hand and across each finger. Instead of telling you the story about it, let's just say this was final straw. Finally, the police got involved, and the old man was arrested. Ryder was finally free, only to be put into the system. Foster care was a whole new challenge, and yet it still is. That is, until she got the letter that she gladly accepted. So, now you know she has long brown hair, tan skin, rippling muscles, two different eye colors, you now have the face of Ryder Threatt.

;Height;
5'5

;Weight;
120 lbs.

;Hair;
Ryder's hair falls in long brown waves, to her lower back.

;Eyes;
Her eyes are very abnormal, for her right eye is a sea blue and her left is an electric green.

;Clothing Style;
To others, it may look like Ryder puts a lot of thought into her outfits, but in actuality, she doesn't. She throws on whatever she feels like wearing, which usually happens to be shorts, tank tops, and combat boots. Usually.

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;Personality;
Ryder is the type of girl who is not someone you want to anger. When you get on her bad side, there is a god reason it's called a "bad side". Her sarcasm is harsh and her teasing is rude. She's the type that will go "Did you really just say that?" Her smart-aleck remarks are very common, and if you listen, actually listen, you'll see they're quit wise. I know I know, hard to believe. Ryder wise? Ha, yeah right. But in reality, she can be. In a precarious situation, she always has the wise eye. She always knows what to do, and how to handle things.
Quick-witted. Ryder knows how to return a comeback with enough ferocity to scare even the mightiest of people. She isn't one to sit there and let herself be trampled. That caused her too much pain in the past for her to let history repeat itself.Though quiet when she has nothing to say, Ryder is quite the observer. Absorbing everything like a sponge, she is exactly that - a sponge. Though unheard and unnoticed, when she wants to be heard, she makes herself heard she does.
Confidence. This girl has confidence oozing out of her, practically emanating. The aura around herself is not necessarily full of herself or selfish, but rather, a high self-esteem and confidence. Not caring about what others think of her, Ryder does her own thing. And she's proud of it.


;Likes;
-Adrenaline rushes
-Fighting
-Animals
-Photography
-Writing
-Music
-Singing
-Playing guitar
-Running
-Gymnastics
-Climbing

;Dislikes;
-Pushovers
-The quiet
-Goody two shoes
-Abusers
-Kids
-Snobs
-People who think they're perfect
-Guys who think they're hot shots
-Jocks

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Crush:
"Ha! Yeah, no."

Bf/Gf:
"No freaking way."

Family:
"Of course I have family, but do I care? No."
Ryder grew up with an abusive father, a brother that left hr to die, literally, and an absentee mother, so naturally, she doesn't take well to guys, or people in general.

Other: ƧнαωтʏƆнιcκ but call me Shawty

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Faye Rosalie Chamberlain

Sweetheart

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;Full Name;
Faye Rosalie Chamberlain

;Nickname(s);
"You can call me whatever you can come up with."

;Age;
17 years

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;Full Description;
Faye is the girl next door. Though quiet and shy, when you get her talking, she won't shut up. She's the honest, trustworthy everyone dreams of having and hopes to be. A vault, a safe: tell her your secrets and they will never be uttered, at least not from her. You could tell her you killed someone and she wouldn't tell a soul. Snitching isn't in her vocabulary, though she will protect her family and friends when needed. She feels passionately and strongly, which makes her so love-able.
With light brown hair that's to her lower back, she's kind of like her best friend Ryder, except her hair is naturally straight. Her eyes are an electric green, a sharp contrast to her deeply tanned skin. Born in the sunshine state like Ryder, she always has a tan, no matter what. She stands at a height of 5'3, short yes, but also fun size. Her legs are toned, from all the years of playing soccer, and her arms are equally as strong. She of course has abs, well as much for a girl could. Though she has participated in her fair share of sports, art is her passion.
Drawing, painting, coloring, you name it. She does it. It's her outlet, a way to express herself. Writing is also a passion, though she prefers a colored pencil rather than a pen. Skilled with "magic hands" as Ryder likes to call them, she can draw just about anything, though nature and animals are usually what she sticks to. She plans on going to college one day for art, so she can possibly be an artist in the future.
Some would assume that her successful parents wouldn't support such a flimsy career, but hers' do. They understand that that's her passion, and that she has raw talent, so they want her to succeed.
Most would say that Faye lives a picture-perfect life, with everything she could ever want: two loving parents, a lot of money, the best friend anyone could possibly have, and beauty to add to it. She knows that she's far better off then a lot of people, so she doesn't take it for granted. Charities know her name, for she likes to help in the community. Yes, yes, cliche, I know. But it's true. Animals are dear to her, as are children, so she donates to local charities. So you see, she's not some stuck-up, arrogant rich kid. Call her that, and you'll find yourself on the floor. Not from her, of course, but from Ryder. Ryder sees herself as Faye's protecter, so many have walked away with bloody noses for assuming the worst of Faye or causing trouble. So, most know now to not mess with Faye, or they suffer the wrath of Ryder Threatt.

;Height;
5'3

;Weight;
115 lbs.

;Hair;
A soft light brown, depending the lighting.

;Eyes;
An electric green.

;Clothing Style;
Usually dresses, or even blouses with skinny jeans or shorts.

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;Personality;
Faye is the sweetest person you'll meet. She hardly ever flirts, for she is kind of awkward at it, and you'll never see her angry. She knows how to keep her cool, always calm in any sitution. She isn't quick to judge and she is quite shy. Though, once you get to know her, she can be funny and sarcastic, but only if she really knows you. She is a little naive, but makes up for it in her not trusting very easily. Some call her "gentle" or even "vulnerable", but in reality, she's not. She actually knows how to handle herself, and she doesn't take well to being made fun of. She may not seem like it, but she's quick-witted, quick to defend herself or her close firnds.Most don't see it coming from her small, fragile self, but there's a lot fire underneath that tan skin. You just have to break through her shell.

;Likes;
-Art
-Drawing
-Coloring
-Painting
-Writing
-Photography
-Videotaping
-Music
-Piano
-Animals
-Kids
-Laughter

;Dislikes;
-Rude people
-Jocks
-Abusers
-Arrogant people
-Snakes
-Bugs
-Crowds

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Crush:
Nope

Bf/Gf:
Nope

Family:
Two parents, Holly and Jack.

Other: Look above

[elizabethhher]

Ally Mae La'France


Ally Mae frowned as she read the book, angry that she had almost finished the book already. She had only had the book for about three hours, and it contained about six hundred pages. How had she read this much already! She really didn't have a social life. Well, besides her little sisters friends. Er, scratch that, she really didn't have a social life, as much as she hated to admit. Ally Mae read the last sixteen pages then decided to do with the book. She could take it back, but then that could be against the law or something. She didn't want to carry the book around everywhere she went today, but she decided there was nothing else she could do, so she put the book in her shoulder bag. Ally Mae noticed that she had nothing to do, so she just sat there, trying to think of something. While she was thinking, she pulled out her iPad and went to some radio app that her little sister had put there. While she was trying how to figure out how it worked correctly, one of her favorite songs came on. Adele's Someone Like You started playing, so Ally Mae took out one of her purple, gummy bear, grape scented ear buds and started listening to the song.

[elizabethhher]

(( Joining! May I make two girls? ))

(Yes, You may.
- Maze)

[gizmo,]

(( My forms are done! ))

[elizabethhher]

[Kay, I' adding them to the front page right now!]

[gizmo,]

(( Alright thanks! Are they okay? ))

[elizabethhher]

[Yeah, the are okay. I love how you put time and effort into your forms for the two.

By the way, if I mess up on your user name on the front page, it's because I'm on my tablet and it won't copy the backward S or C in your user name. So, your name might look weird until I get on my laptop and fix it. ]

[gizmo,]

(( Thanks! The first one I just copied from this other RP I made it for. The second one, I just took the form and made it for this one. But thanks(: I always put a lot of effort into my forms; especially if it's charries I always RP xD ))

(( Haha it's cool. You can just put Shawty or something. That's what everyone calls me anyway. ))