Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴀʀ Eᴄʟɪᴘsᴇ | Hɪɢʜ Sᴇᴍɪ-Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ +

[dandelion love]

Jᴜsᴛ Tʜᴇ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ...

Every one hundred years, a special event takes place. The Solar Eclipse, but not just any solar eclipse. "The Power Solar Eclipse", is what some people call it. People tell stories about the eclipse that comes one every one hundred years, and gives six people a "gift". Others call it a curse, and believe witchcraft is involved, so if the rumors about the people containing powers are real, they should be burned at a stake. Everyone knows it is just a myth, but there are some believers out there; just hoping to be picked.

There is a group of six friends that are living together, three males and three females. They are rather young, they are about sixteen and seventeen of age. They have heard about "The Power Solar Eclipse" in their little town. They don't really believe in it, but they do want to see it. When the time comes, they won't be the ones calling out to the eclipse. It will be the other way around. Even if they decide they don't want to see it, they will be drawn to it. The eclipse has a way of calling the people it has chosen to it.

Usually when you look at the solar eclipse without any glasses, you will go blind or worse, but when all six of them will look at the solar eclipse, without the special glasses; nothing happens. They will not be able to take their eyes off of the eclipse, until the moon has fully passed by the sun; which only takes a few minutes, maybe even less. After twenty-four hours after the eclipse, the group of friends will have a special surprise waiting for them. Whether they accept what they are or deny it, they can't ignore it. At least not for long.

That's when you know... It's only just the beginning.

You must protect one another from the evils out in the world. There are some that know about you and your special powers. They want to capture you, and turn you in to collect their bounty. These people are known as Bounty Hunters. They will stop at nothing to get you, and turn you in to The Source. The Source is source of all evil in the world. He has the strongest of the strongest demons protecting him. Even if you do manage to kill The Source, he will always be reborn.

Soon they will be apart of "The Power Solar Eclipse's" world...

[dandelion love]

Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴ...

>> Bᴇɪɴɢ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. This is a literate role play. I am not one of those people that think being literate is only like seven or eight sentences. I would like at least two paragraphs at the minimum. I can understand writer's block, but that is no excuse. Even with writer's block I expect at least two paragraphs. If you can't do this, then this is probably not the role play for you.

>> Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs. I am only accepting five other characters, so of course one character per person. Though sometimes it tends to be hard to fill up the males spots, so I may allow someone to make a second character. This role play is only going to have six characters because I hate when forums are crowded. Also the ages of the characters are going to be between seventeen through eighteen. No one can be young or older than this age requirement.

>> Rᴇsᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ Sᴘᴏᴛs. I usually hate wanting on people who reserve spots because there are other people that could actually post their form. So you must send me a Private Message with an example of your role playing wth asking for a reserved spot. You must also not post on here unless you post your form which you must send to me first. I do not want a bunch of people posting unnecessary comments.

>> Fᴏʀᴍs. I am not going to be providing a form for you. I want to be see how creative my soon to be members are. I love see new ideas in forms. So please be creative when you make your forms, and please provide needed information.

>> Uɴɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ Tʜɪɴɢs Tᴏ Sᴀʏ. We all know to follow Tess's rules. We should all know not to commit suicide. Also when things go over PG-13 take it to Private Message please. Follow my rules and please respect other members. Drama is fun, but in in Out Of Character.

[dandelion love]

Oᴜʀ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs...

The Chosens

• Jahmar Dieter Stephens - Male - Eighteen

• Julian Kai Nasporeth - Male - Eighteen

• Nathaniel Zachary Kurowski - Male - Eighteen

• Isabella LeAnn Young - Female - Seventeen

• Astrid Noelle O'Connell - Female - Nineteen

• Shay Lyn Cassidy - Female - Eighteen

The Source's Helpers

• Andrew Priar - Male - Nineteen

• April LeAnn Perry - Female - Seventeen

[dandelion love]

↳ [ Summer's My Drug | Puppy Love | Oh My Gwad! | Forever Young ] ↲

► Nᴀᴍᴇ : Isabella LeAnn Young
► Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Female
► Aɢᴇ : Seventeen
► Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ : May 1st
► Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : Straight
► Pᴏᴡᴇʀ : Water

► Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Shy. This is a big one for Isabella. She is afraid of getting close to people because she is afraid they will walk out of her life. Since her past wasn't to bright for her, she hasn't opened up to many people. The only person she ever truly opened up, is Damon. Even though she is shy, if you are lucky enough to get her to open up to you; then she may blossom into the girl she really is.

Sweet and Caring. Isabella is such a sweetheart. Even when she is shy, she would always help out people. She may not talk as much to the person she is helping, but she will help out. She loves to see people happy, it makes her feel better about herself. She loves helping both people and animals. She warms up to animals the most because you don't actually have to have a conversation with them.

Creative. Isabella is very creative. She loves to think outside the box. She enjoys drawing, photography, and writing. She loves the quote, "The Earth without art is just Eh." She has amazing ideas in her head, but she never shares them because she is afraid of people rejecting them. She never even shows people her photography, writing, or art work to anyone; including Damon. So it would be a honor if you got her to show them to you.

Not Flawless. Even though this girl has some perks, she isn't flawless. She has quiet a few flaws. She is clumsy. She can lose her balance very easy. If someone bumped into her, or something ran into her; she would fall to the ground in an instant. She is shy, which doesn't get her many friends. So she is usually alone, or with Damon. She couldn't hurt someone, so if she was in a fight; she would lose easy. She can't play sports very well either. She has never thrown a basketball, or football before.
► Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : She was carried by a teenage woman who got pregnant when she was a senior. When Isabella was born her mother never held her because she knew she would want to keep her, so she was instantly going to be adopted. They promised her mother that she would be at the top of the adopting list. Though no one adopted her because she was born with a heart problem. She was always in the hospital getting surgery done on her. Which wasn't a selling point to adopters. So when everything was looking stable for Isabella, she was two; which everyone wanted babies, not toddlers. So time went on, and she finally just went into foster care.

When she was in foster care, she went from home to home. Usually the homes abused her, either physically or sexually. She ended doing something to make them mad, and they sent her to a different home. She went to ten different homes when she was growing up. But when she was ten, she was pushed down the stairs by a man. It triggered a stroke because of the hole in her heart. So she went to the hospital, and stayed there for awhile.

When she got out of the hospital, she went back to the foster care support center. She and a bunch of younger kids sat in a white room, with only a door and a large clear window. This happened once a month, so people can look at the kids and see if they wanted to adopt them. This always made Isabella feel like a puppy in a pound. Just waiting for someone to pick out if you were lucky. Then out of nowhere, when she was twelve, her social worker came up to her and told her that a family was adopting her. She was shy at first to them, but warm up to them, especially Damon.

► Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ : Bright, Deep Sapphire Eyes. Her eyes are like you are holding real beautiful sapphires. When she is happy, they will just shimmer in the sun in joy. When she is upset, they become dull and washed over with sadness. When she get mad, which is hardly ever happens; it seems like a small fire sparks.

Lean Body Structure. She has a lean body structure. She isn't very tall, maybe about five foot and seven inches. She is thin, and weights about one hundred and fifteen pounds. Which is a little underweight for her, but not much; she is almost normal weight. She has a flat stomach, but have curves where they should be.

Blonde Hair. Isabella's blonde hair is a golden shade. She has long, blonde hair that flows down past her shoulders. When she doesn't straighten her hair in the morning, her hair curls since it is naturally curly.

Freckles. She has light freckles, crossing from one side of her cheek, up across the bridge of her nose, to the other cheek. They are not very dark, but they are light; but not unnoticeable. Hence, one of her nicknames is Freckles.

Ears Pierced. She has her ears pierced. She wants her belly button done as well though.

Beautiful Smile. She has a beautiful smile. Her teeth are completely straight and even. Her teeth are naturally white, so overall she just has a beautiful, white smile.

► Bɪʀᴛʜ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) : She never knew them.
► Aᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) : John and Megan Jones
► Sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s) : Damon Aaron Jones
► Pᴇᴛ(s) : She has a male golden retriever named Sammie.
► Cʀᴜsʜ : --
► Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ : --

[dandelion love]

↳ [ I Live for Dreams | My Open Heart | Don't Forget Me | I'm Not A Blank Canvas ] ↲

► Nᴀᴍᴇ : April Lynn Perry
► Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Female
► Aɢᴇ : Seventeen
► Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ : December 2th
► Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : Straight
► Jᴏʙ : Bounty Hunter

► Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Uncaring. She hates talking to girls that hates losing a nail or a girl that always wears heels. She hates when people tells her that she needs help because she has a problem. She always tell them that they can suck it up and deal with it because it isn't their life. She doesn't care what people have to say about her because she knows who she is and will not change herself for other people.

Tom-Boy. She hates dresses and skirts, the only way she would wear something like that is to something formal; which she hardly ever goes to. She loves hang with the guys, but she knows she isn't actually one of them. She is still a female, but will not be pushed around like some little girl. She knows what she wants in life, and being an innocent little girl will not help her at all.

Self-Centered. She has this little thought in her head that her world revolves around; well, her. She think of whats best for her, or what she thinks is best for her. She usually doesn't take anyone else's thought into mind. She usually doesn't think before she acts, so she can do some pretty stupid things.

Stubborn. She is very stubborn. She doesn't like to listen to people very well. She can hear you perfectly fine, but she hates thinking about other people's personal thoughts. She doesn't like to hear people out much. If someone told her to do something, she would most likely ignore them because she hates being told what to do. She also hates it when people tell her don't do something or that she can't do something. You tell her don't do something, she will most likely do it just to annoy you.

Opinionated. She tends to be quite loud with her opinions. She likes to always put her two cents in to something. She likes to say want she wants and likes to be heard. She doesn't care if people don't like what she has to say. They can just suck it up and listen to her. She only speaks the truth. She may be loud, annoying, self-centered, stubborn, and uncaring; but she isn't a lair.
► Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : She wasn't abandoned by her parents, but she wished she was. She never liked her parents. Ever since she was little, her parents were druggies, and drinkers. They constantly fought, and blamed April for things that never knew did wrong. They even blamed her for how bad their lives turned out.

So she was never really what you would call "loved". Even though she was an only child, she didn't get anything she wanted. She was never spoiled like any other normal only child. She never really opened up to anyone to let them inside her heart because she didn't want to get hurt. She didn't want to be like her parents.

When she was around fourteen, she started to smoke. Her parents didn't care because they didn't really ever care for her. They just let her go free, doing whatever she wanted to do. So by the time she was fifteen, she started to drink as well. So she was in the hole just like her parents, but she kept her grades up.

Everyone said that she needed help, but she would like to disagree. She had good grades in school, even though she was doing everything that she was doing. She didn't know why everything to them that she did was so wrong? What was wrong with relieving yourself through drinking and smoking. It just relieves her from the stress at home.

When the Source hired her because of her lack of love, he knew she would be perfect for the position. She took the job because she knew even for one of The Chosens, she would get a nice Bounty. So now she is set on a mission because the Source knew soon, The Chosens will be picked soon enough.

► Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ : Beautiful, Brown Eyes. She has beautiful, deep brown eyes that just stand out from the crowd. her eyes are not a hazel like with brown and green mixed, but dark brown eyes. Her color brown is very dark, but not dark enough to where you can't see her pupil.

Brunette. She has dark brunette hair that isn't highlighted or dyed. She prefers the more natural look, so she doesn't dye her hair. Her brunette hair flows down to the middle of her back. Her hair isn't curly, but it isn't completely straight either. It is straight in the beginning, but at the end it's wavy.

Lean Body Structure. he has a lean body, with curves in the right places. She is about five foot, and six inches. Yes she is pretty short, but you better not pick on her height. She weights about one hundred and ten pounds.

Piercings. She has her ears pierced, which has has it them done ever since she was ten. Though she had her friend do them instant of a professional. She also has her belly button pierced.

► Bɪʀᴛʜ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) : Eric and Samantha Perry
► Aᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) : --
► Sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s) : Only Child.
► Pᴇᴛ(s) : None, she doesn't like pets that much. They are so much work.
► Cʀᴜsʜ : --
► Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ : --

[passion.]

ѕнαу ℓуи ¢αѕѕι∂у

✘✘. never look back.

into the mirror.

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{ ғυll naмe }

"My name has many
origins on where it comes from.
You'll find out, eventually."

Shay Lyn Cassidy has about three different origins coming from her name. Shay is about 100% Irish. Through and through. It could also be a male name, and it could be spelt a different ways of, but in this case, Shay is used as a girls name, and spelt, well, the way it is. It describes the person as crazy and outgoing. Then, Lyn is also a female name. And the origin of is name is English, like, British. It describes the person as kind, lovable and funny. Last but not least, Cassidy is a male and female name. It is also an Enlgish (modern) name. It means clever and funny. Has dreams/hopes to be something great, not necessarily the main character of any show more the goofy, clumsy, funny yet usually favorite best friend to the main character. Shay doesn't have any nicknames. There isn't much you can do to such a short name. But her friends, did have something worked out for her. They call her 'Shayshay'.

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{ age }

" Eighteen. "

Shay was born on March 8, 1994. She was about three months earlier, causing her mother and father grief and worry that something was wrong. But nothing was out of the ordinary, or so they thought. Many babies come early, if they are ready. Many mothers survive this turmoil, if they are strong enough. But Shays mother was so fortunate. With only a mere half body supply of blood left in her frail body, Kristi Cassidy, Shays mother, died, on March 8, 1994 at 8:45 a.m. on a sunny Saturday, and one of the most happiest seasons of the year, spring. But, on this lovely day, with the sun just beginning to shine its rays on the heavens below, Kristi Cassidy died at age 28.

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{ gender }

" Obviously,
female. "

Well, predicting from her medical files and her feminine shape and appearance, she is a female, lady, girl, woman, whatever you would like to call her. Shay holds a charm when she meets anybody, enchanting thematic her kind, but could be cold as ice, eyes. Her hair, chest, and nimble fingers are the best giveaways to her feministism. ( I think that's a word xD)

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just a little deeper.

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{ вody мodιғιcaтιonѕ }

" I have a few
scars, tattoos
And some piercings. "

Shays parents were very strong Christians. But ever since the fateful Morning, that one morning where everything turned to hell, where Shay didn't this anything could get any worse, she went the other way. She got two tattoos, she got piercings, she got scars, but from multiple sources. It is all in the history, but I will list. Some here. Her father beat her, thinking and blaming Shay for her mothers death, and treated her with reminding scars. She has a belly button pierce, and her ears are pierced twice on each side. She also has two tattoos. One is the bible verse, Johns 3:16 on her right side, above the hip. Her other tattoo is a bird in flight on her wrist.

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{ нaιr }

"I have
dirty blond hair. "

Shay has dirty blond hair. It's a bit of a yellow tint with dark brown strikes underneath and throughout her hair. From past experiences of dyeing her hair, she finally settled with this. She was a natural blond, but from rude comments in being dumb, she went for dirty blond. It's not exactly a huge jump, but it's close. She usually doesn't brush it, for it waves and straightens itself. She likes the spelt-in look. It's usually just a little bit past her shoulders.

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{ eyeѕ }

"I have light
gray eyes. "

Shay has light gray eyes that sparkle in the sun. If they hit just the right angle, they turn a sparkle and almost look like a blind persons eyes. She can charm her way nto life with her eyes, but they could also turn as cold as the ice in Antartica when she is angry, furious, sad, mad, etc. But, at night, her eyes turn a deep gray. She was told in her medical files that while she was developing, her eyes had a junk DNA cord that caused her eyes to change depths of color. She was also told by relatives and friends, that gray eyes are a sign that that person has wisdom.

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{ weιgнт }

" I don't think
I'm too terribly fat..."

Shay is not too fat, but she's not the skinniest person either. She is approximately 125 pounds and 5 ounces. She works out daily in the gym, and with the other warriors she lifts weights, does little excercises, that got long way, and runs five miles every day. She has an evenly toned body from working out in the burning sun. She eats a fair diet, only vegetables and fruits, milk and water. With only an occasional treat from now and then.

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{ нeιgнт }

" I am medium
in height for most
teens my age. "

Shay is about 5 feet and 7 inches in height. Since she eats plenty of vegetables and fruits and only water and milk, she grows. She has only about an inch or two growth spurt each three weeks. But that's not bad. Shay sometimes wears heels, wedges, kitten heels, and shoes that have a bit of a heel on it, to make her appear much taller. But she rather likes to wear running shoes, sandals, or flats.

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a little personal.

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{ perѕonalιтy }

"Let's say
I have different
'stages' in my
personality. "

"I am a firecracker of emotions that will change at any given moment. Unlike the Bi Polar children, my moods change accordingly to the time it is set. I know the time and feel exactly when it will explode into rash violence, or turn into a giddy butterfly. My main three emotions are hard to take in. They can be the worst...for me. Although, I have very minor emotions also that pop up unexpectedly...well about unexpected as it can get for me, because I know when my mood will change and only sometimes to what it is.
The giddy mood is my most popular and famous mood. In this mood I become a fireball that dashes to one center of the world to the other--Not litterally c'mon!-- with so much energy I can barely understand. It takes about five seconds for my giddy mood to kick in and before it does, most likely I will get a bubble of happiness that blurrs through me.
So, i guess all you guys HAVE to know, i am a huge flirt. Yes, yes, even girls have to be. I can flirt with a bunch of guys, and maybe even one of them might fall hard for me. But please, don't get jealous, that's just stupid! I'm flirting, not falling for them! Get used to it! 
Though this mood is very favorable to myself, because I will most likely lose the friends I had made in that short amount of time due to the next mood change that might happen.
The quiet mode is the mood I obtain most of my for writing. I have enough quiet and serenity to get all the possible styles of poetry or novels I make in this time. This is my personal best for myself, because it gives me time to be...peaceful.  My parents are rich, so people often tease me abut that which is very annoying. That kinda gets me to get worked up, but I somehow manage to contain it. After my mother and faster died, I have kinda lost the money, so I live in a small apartment by myself.
When I get to the quiet stage however, what happens before that to signal what emotion I will have before I have it is a stab of utter pain. It peirces my stomach and makes me want to gag. It lasts for about sixty seconds before it dies and I become quiet. During this stage, if I were just in the 'giddy OMIGOSH' stage then I abandon the companions I had been around, but if it were the alternative and I had been in the outraged stage....I will break down and cry, possibly losing a chunk of my time to write before my mood would change.
The outraged stage I can go anywhere from yelling and screaming like a child who didn't get their way or chunking a chair in your direction. Before this stage I always get a thing on my mind to be mad about, even if I shouldn't be upset about it. Then I will start trembling and shaking all over before the mood hits me. I will then begin to yell at first at anyone in ear shot. I'm not the kind of person who is going to cry at any insult or punch, but I can cry at the most reasonably times.
 Usually before it ends I end up doing something truly bad even if it were just the yelling thickness. It would depend on how thick the anger truly is. Afterword, before my mood changes, I would drop down on the ground and go into utter shock where I am unable to move my body and I am almost paralized from doing anything. Even breathing. 
As stated above, I have other 'stages' or moods that I go through throughout the day, but I can't record ALL of them, so the major ones are stated from my experience of life. So, I guess I have a lot of moods. But it's puberty. Get with it."

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{ нιѕтory }

"It's rather
a complicated
story. "

"History is something I hate to talk about. It was a sunny day with the birds chirruping happily outside and the flowers in full bloom. It was a beautiful spring day, almost the end of the wonderful season, when Kristi Cassidy, my faithful mother, died, giving birth to me. A huge blood loss was the reason of her untimely death. It's one of the many causes of laboring mothers, and ours was no different. I guess it's just the will of Mother Nature. 
My father, greedy and rude, was infuriated, but also so deeply sorrowed. He couldn't bare to depart with my mother. And from the moment I let out a sharp cry, my first breath of the fresh, Mother Earth air, he hated me. Hated me with a hatred so rich, so deep, I didn't even think was possible.
The doctors did all they could to save my mother, but it was too late. Her hands went deathly cold and her eyes shut for the last time. The light of the soul of my lively mother went out forever. Her spirit forever left the earth plane and went up to the heavens of the earth. Her face and body grew a white so pale,she truly looked like a ghost. 
They knew she was dead, knew her soul had left her body and was on its way to heaven. They were just doing that stuff to make my father feel comforted, so he still had hope. . But it was no use. 
I grew up by myself, due to my fathers disgrace towards me. I didn't blame him. It was hard to deal with my mothers death, and never once seeing her kind, gentle face, was hard for me too. Imagine that, being born but never ever seeing your mothers face.
He acted like I was a nobody. Like I was invisible. I didn't mind that either. It was peaceful, and I was independent.
Until the nights where he was drunk. He would drink his insides out until he threw the bottle to the ground and blacked out. He would then wake up and vomit until he passed out again. It was horrifying. 
On nights where he woukdnt get sick or black out, he would muster up all the strength he had left in his soiled body and would whip me and beat me until I cried for mercy. 
I have the scars still, and could show you. They criss cross my arms like a constant reminder of my past. 
It was only then, on the fourth day of April, 1999 did he die. It was a peaceful Wednesday. I was at school and doing a writing essay in language arts class. I had my best friend, Matt beside me and we were passing notes about the new girl at the back of the class.
The handyman had burst through the room, carrying a huge, and I mean huge, bouquet of white roses with at least a dozen red cards and black cards embedded in between the roses petals and leaves. He slammed the bouquet down on my desk and enfolded me in his arms. We sat there, the handy man hugging my so tightly, then he let me go. He stroked my brown, almost black hair with tears in his eyes.
"Be strong" he had whispered to me that day.
I picked up the greeting card that had the least decorations on it. It read:
Shay Lynn Cassidy: I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you will be strong enough to live on your own. I  haven't been able to find a replacement guardian, but I have faith that you will be able to care for yourself. And again, I am so sorry. 
Then, i read farther down and gasped. I jumped up and the flowers crashed to the ground, making quite an explosion of glass and wet roses. But I didn't care. They were flowers, they died anyways.
The card had said, that my father got hit from a truck. He died of the accident. The causes?
Well, he had been at the local bar. His friends watched him drive off to make sure he was okay. They said he drank more than he usually did. He must've been falling alseep or yelling at somebody on the road to not notice the huge, Budweiser beer truck head straight towards him, horn blaring. He died instantly with the alcohol rushing through his veins and glass shards piercing his body.
So, I left life in Texas, the memories haunting me forever and found some amazing kids who I live with now. I think I could be happy, for the rest of my days "

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{ lιĸeѕ }

"Too much"

☛ Singing
☛ Dancing
☛ Acting
☛ Shouting
☛ Cats
☛ Giraffes
☛ Snow Leopards
☛ The Beach
☛ Friends
☛ Shopping
☛ Shoes and Clothes
☛ Guys

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{ dιѕlιĸeѕ }

"Not much"

☚ Africa
☚ Pennies
☚ Tall grass
☚ Girly Girls
☚ Gay people
☚ old people
☚ soggy cereal
☚ Goth or Emo people
☚ Sluts
☚ Snotty people

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{ тalenтѕ }

"I'm quite
good at fighting. "

Shay is not that good at many things. Though her likes are dancing, singing, acting, doesn't mean she is good at them. But fighting is like her job, her hobby, her dream. She has balance, patience, and skill. She is fast in actions, quick to pull a knife, fast as lightning to pull a trigger, and you'll never see her fists and feet coming. She knows when to strike, where to strike and just the right amount of force.

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{ light }

"It's not that
special, or
awesome. "

"Okay, so yeah, I have a power. And yeah, its light. I love it and all, though it could get a little boring now and then. Dnt get me wrong! I just adore my power. Its just, you gotta try other things, you know? Move on, see other things? Yeah...""

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{ love ιnтereѕтѕ }

"Hmm,
let me see. "

Shay can have a variety of men to choose from, but she picks to be single. You have way more prevliages when your not being held down by some nagging guy. But, it would be nice to have a nice gentleman crushing on you, or holding your hand in the darkest of times, whispering in your ear, ' it's going to be okay'. Yeah, that would be nice...

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{ вelongιngѕ }

"Things
That are special
To me"

What Shay has brought with her into life, are only a few measly things. One, a gold, rusted shut locket that her mother was going to give her on her sixteenth birthday. Shay had found it in the upstairs attic. But, it doesn't open, but there's nothing to look at anyways, no pictures inside. She wears it constantly around her neck. Two, a camoflage Swiss Army pocket knife. She got it at a drugstore one day, and kept it with her since. Also, Shay has two kittens that she bought. One, Muse, who is only four weeks old. And Mocha Bean, who is the same age, four weeks old.

[Numina]

.: נυłıαи καı иαšρøяeтħ :.
Julian Kai Nasporeth ∫ Eighteen ∫ Single ∫ Air

|| ɢeɴerαl ||
ɴαмe: Julian Kai Nasporeth
ɴιcĸɴαмe: Julian or Kai
αɢe: Eighteen
dαтe oғ вιrтн: 02-24-1994
ɢeɴder: Male
orιeɴтαтιoɴ: Straight
rαce: Dutch, The Netherlands
ғαvorιтe color: Lime-green
ғαvorιтe αɴιмαl: Golden eagle
ғαvorιтe тv proɢrαммe: NCIS
vαlυeѕ: He values LIFE and the fun of it.
occυpαтιoɴ: He's a car repairs man at his dad's shop and is student.
ғαvorιтe тype oғ мυѕιc: Hard rock. He loves to tap along the drums.
dιѕorderѕ: Pyromania, slight dysarthria and he is allergic to chlorine.


|| ғυll deѕcrιpтιoɴ ||

Julian stands quite tall, with a length of 6.1 feet [1,86m]. His weight is 187 pounds, which is equal to a good 85kg. When looking in the mirror he sees a well-build young man with hazel brown eyes that seem to sparkle when he's happy, and brown hair to match. He's never fully shaved and usually just goes for the just-out-of-bed look. Wild hair and casual clothing. His thick hair won't let itself comb easily which used to result in him only doing it half followed by his mom running after him. Luckily, those times are over. He's really sensitive to changes of weather and so he always makes sure he's clothed properly. Usually this means a worn out jeans and blouse or plain shirt. As long as it's comfortable and looks good at the same time. He's quite picky. His mouth often reveals a straight set of teeth and a goofy yet humorous smile he is quite proud of. Though he doesn't wear a lot of accessories there are always his festival and leather bracelets to cover his right wrist. On his upper left arm a tattoo decorates his skin. He's got a smaller version of the left one on it.

|| perѕoɴαlιтy тrαιтѕ ||
• Eager for knowlege
• Tough
• Social introvert
• Resourceful
• Observer
• Realist edging towards opportunist
• Territorial
• Loyal
• Conflict avoidant in the way that he knows to talk around them
• Manipulative
• Doesn't let strangers or people he doesn't respect boss him around
• Always finds something to do
• Playful to good friends
• thinks things through before doing them
• Procrastinator
• reserved around those he doesn't know
• Likes to work alone
• always on the lookout for new things that pique his interest
• Paranoid


|| perѕoɴαlιтy ||

When you first meet Julian he'll be a bit reserved and may come over as a shy guy. This is a wrong assumption however as when he's got a good day he can chat when he wants to, make small talk with strangers and knows how to lead the conversation. The problem with him is that he has trouble speaking when it comes to strangers or topics he's not used to and doesn't know a lot about. He doesn't quite know how to word things right, make clear what he means or express his feelings in words. This is why when he's not sure if it's a good day, he'd rather just keeps his mouth shut to strangers. When you get to know him well you'll see he's actually quite good with words. He can be manipulative, proud and snappy to people he doesn't like, whether they gave a reason for it or not. That's just the way he copes with being proud. Though he has a bit of trouble learning as he usually can't keep focus he loves it all the same. He's good at getting information out of the smallest things and has had much profit in the past from being knowledgeable. His favorite subject is psychology being a weird subject himself. He often questions himself, tries to find out others personalities by using body language and several theories and find out where his pyromania came from.
To the couple of good friends he's got, to emotionally valuable things, and his own personal bubble he's very territorial and will protect them with everything he is capable of. He's very determined when it comes to winning, especially in those things so you will have a tough opponent on him. He's one to bottle his emotions up. When someone hurts him, -something only his close friends are really capable of as he values their opinions much- he'll shrug it off with a sarcastic joke, but if you keep pinching him he'll change in someone that knows how to find people's weak spots and isn't afraid to hurt them. As for his ambitions, the procrastination doesn't stop here! It's mostly just talking. Among with his opportunism this isn't a good combination. Being as lucky as he has been all his life you can't expect it to leave it's footprints though. This is the result. He'll be very passionately about something one moment, and will dive right into something, and the next he's already looking for something new. When you manage to reach as far as his heart you're settled, romantic relationship or just friends. He'll be playful, starts interesting conversations as he's everything but shallow. He loves doing activities like snowboarding, rock climbing, making little sculptures out of driftwood, knits bracelets and just go on with the fun, he'll be in. Julian is good at adjusting. Usually not to people, but to places. It doesn't really matter to him if hes sleeping on the dirt in a cave or in a 5 star hotel, as long as he's in good company, has food and something to do. When he's bored things can get dangerous. His thoughts will drift off and any lighter he can get hold of will be too dangerously close. As for animals or pets; he's allergic to the hairs, but he'd love to get an iguana some time.

|| lιĸeѕ ||
Surfing • Learning • Rock climbing • Meeting new people • Traveling • Psychology • Animals • Fire • Making sculptures out of driftwood • Beaches
dιѕlιĸeѕ:
Being bossed around • Shallowness • His disorders • Loneliness
ғlαwѕ:
His disorders obviously. Furthermore he can be very clumsy and forgetting when nervous. He doesn't trust easily.
proѕ:
His mind. He's very proud at it. Other than that he's good at a lot of sports.

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|| нιѕтory ||

He was born in a family with a dad as judge on high court and a mom as director of a big multinational company. He wasn't exactly planned for... Luckily for him, his parents loved him really much nonetheless and they tried to care for him as good as they could. Or at least, they took a great nanny to live with them. When he grew older he pretty much started to take care of himself and did as he liked, which his parents where fine with as long as his grades stayed high. He started to live outside more and more often. Started to hike, as they had a really big forest near their town. On the weekends he just enjoyed going out with friends and his parents would pay for his vacations. He always worked though, refusing to get everything from his parents. During his life he'd always been on the lookout for adventure, something new. Something that would give his life more purpose. It never really came though. From when he was a young boy he always wanted to be a journalist, and so wrote stories about his adventures. They were never good enough to send to magazines or papers though, according to him. Eventually his mom found out his dad got a gambling problem and they divorced. He, his mom and little sister moved to a small town afterwards. Having to leave all his friends behind at first made him rebellious, but it didn't take very long to get used to it. Overall he had a good time.

[grisly bear]

xxxxx

[thorne.]

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username :: Eʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ
full name :: nathaniel zachary kurowski
nickname :: nate or nathan
gender :: male
age :: eighteen
birthday :: september thirtieth
birth place :: mater hospital in sydney, australia
power :: darkness

"Who am I? My name is Nathaniel. It's nice to meet ya."
This boy would usually only introduce himself to a person only one time, so listen well and make sure to store the little bit of information in a good place. His name isn't that hard to pronounce or remember. It's Nathaniel Zachary Kurowski. If you didn't know how to say his first name, it's pronounced as Na-th-ane-yl. It can easily be mistaken as Na-ate-th-en-el by some. His middle name, Za-ak-er-ee. His last name is most likely the hardest to figure out since it's a bit foreign. It's pronounced as Ka-ra-ow-sk-ee. Now hopefully that wasn't too hard. So moving on? If you could already tell by his face, voice, and actions, Nathaniel is a guy. He is, in no way, a like to his female counterparts. So if anybody mistakes him for a girl, they are probably as blind as he his. He's a eighteen year old, although some people say that he looks a bit older than his actual age. He is a hundred percent Australian and spent a large fraction of his life there. He even has an accent to prove it.

His birth place was in his home country: Australia. Let me start by saying that it was on the thirtieth of September. A brown hair baby was born in room twenty-five in Mater Hospital, Sydney. There was a booming thunderstorm outside, but William and Rosalyn didn't care. As long as they had their newly born child with them. The outcome of the last nine months were well worth it. Their baby boy was healthy as can be and was as cute as a button. They decided to name him Nathaniel in memory of a deceased relative that past recently. The couple had money and lots of it. There were not many things that they couldn't buy. You see, William was the CEO of a large business and Rosalyn worked as a surgeon at that very hospital. That kid was set for life.

height :: five, eleven
weight :: a hundred sixty five pounds
hair color :: light chestnut brown
eye color :: forest green
body type :: broad and lean
body modification :: none
clothing style :: casual: cargo shorts, t-shirts, sneakers, ect.

"Not the most handsome, but definitely far from hideous. I'm just a regular guy."
Nathaniel is a fairly average-looking guy, much like any of the other guys that you see into when you want on the street. He's not the handsomest nor is he the worse looking, just average. He gets most of his looks from his father. He is approximately five feet, eleven inches in height. His body has a peach complexion with a muscular, lean physique. His skin does not eat up the sun's rays very easily. even with all of the years at Australia's beaches, he still can't seem to gain very much color. He has a bit of a broad build, but not exactly bulky. He has chestnut brown hair that is naturally curly. There are some natural bronze streaks mixed in the locks as well. He would usually use a lot hair gel to spike it up and style it. He has very attractive green eyes. The shade is a soften medium green. There are also a few light brown flecks scattered in the iris along with brown rings close to the pupil. It's not exactly luminescent or bright but more mute. The two colors green and brown in a person's eye color tend to make hazel, but not in Nathaniel's case. It's considered forest green since there isn't enough brown in the shade. Even though they are pale, his eyes will usually light up whenever he is in a joyful mood. He is normally as blind as a bat, not normal 20-20 vision like other people. It's been that way since he was in sixth grade. Nathaniel has eye glasses, but he will usually wear clear contacts whenever he goes out. His teeth are perfectly straight and pure white, but his usually smile only shows the top row of his teeth due to a bad overbite. To get such straight teeth, Nathaniel had to endure many years of braces in middle school. he still doesn't know if the end results were worth it.

described as :: laid-back, clever, stubborn, impulsive
likes :: baseball, rock music, beaches, surfing, the outdoors
dislikes :: soda, cats, needles, bossy people
theme song :: snow patrol - chasing cars

"I'm a lot of things, all mixed into one. There are just some qualities that needs a bit of digging to uncover..."
What is Nathaniel like? Well, he's a lot of things really. He always means well, but the boy's a bit rough around the edges, if you know what I mean. Nathan is generally a good-natured and tolerant character but he has his faults and a lot of them. It may not seems that way at a first glance though. It's not like he can do anything about those faults. No one's perfect, right?

When it comes to meeting new people, Nathan tends to act shy and awkward, mumbling things here and there. He'll always keep that guard in front of them. He's just not use to them, that's all. Once someone breaks down that wall of his, that's when Nathaniel's character really shines. He is a genuinely nice person to be around with a big heart. He can be very mischievous and playful at times, pulling pranks, telling jokes and such. He just loves to put a smile on people's faces. He's a guy who lives in the moment, not lingering in the past or worrying about the future. Almost everyone can see how he's feeling by his body language or his actions. It's a little too easy to read. It's because Nathaniel can't lie to save his life. Though it's not that he would want to do such thing. Acting is an impossible profession in his future since he'll probably end up giving something away.

Nathaniel's an all-around level-headed person. He tries very hard not to let things get to him and always pits an easy grin on his lips. He also has patience, a quality that is rare nowadays. A person has to try very hard to get him angry because he's normally has a tight grip on his temper. He'll act nice and calm right until someone pushes him to the edge or does/says something that is unacceptable to him. Then his nasty temper will flare up, resulting in him acting harshly and cruel to said person. His personality would do a complete turn-around. Hopefully that doesn't happen.
Loyalty is one of the boy's biggest qualities. He is very protective of his family, and would do anything for them. And the same policy goes for his friends as well. He's always the one who sticks up for everybody he cares for. Actually he sticks up for everything that he believes in as well, no matter how small or dumb. And that's where his stubbornness comes in. This guy may be the most stubborn person you will ever meet. It's not necessarily a good thing. This unreasonable determination can get him very far, but usually it just makes Nathaniel butt heads with many others. At least it's better than being a quitter, right? Well, except the part where he doesn't know when to give up. Now that can be a bit problematic.

Nathaniel is not dumb. He is a quick problem solver and analyze things with logic. He never has his head in the clouds for very long and keeps both feet planted firmly on the ground. With that being said, there is something that is a bit out of character: sometimes he just acts on impulse and doesn't think before his actions. It can get Nathaniel in trouble at times, but he's made it a habit of his just he just can't shake. Also, he has the tendency to over-analyze certain things and miss something that is right under his nose.

mother :: rosalyn maria kurowski
father :: william daniel kurowski
siblings :: none
other :: none

"I had one roller coaster of a past. Many happy moments and many, many saddening ones."
Nathaniel's history. It's a bit of a tragic one to tell you the truth, full of tears and such. The kid will never recall if even if it'll kill him. Well, maybe that's exaggerating. I guess, he'll tell it to someone someday, maybe. Anyways lets get started shall we?

He was a lucky child. Nathaniel didn't have to worry about anything. His parents had enough money to last him a life time so that wasn't a problem. He was their only child, so he never had to fear someone else taking their attention. In fact, they showered him with affection and toys. He made many friends at school. He had it so much better than a lot of the other kids in the world. But the thing is, there can only be so much luck a person can have before it runs out. And it did. It was clear and sunny day. William took a day off to spend with his eight year old son. Those two were so alike, from personality to looks. It was obvious that Nathaniel was a daddy's boy. They were on their way home from a baseball game when it happened. William had a sudden heart attack. At first Nathaniel was confused as he watched as his dad clench his chest in pain. It was when his dad murmured a soft plead for help when the kid realized that there was something seriously wrong. So taking the phone from his father's pocket, he called the ambulance.

The went to the hospital that his mother worked at, but she couldn't bare to try to revive her husband so she left it to her colleagues. Nathaniel and his mother had to wait for what seemed like eternity before a doctor came out and told them what happened to William. The results literally tore Nathaniel's heart in two. His mom even had a mental breakdown right then and there. It actually took a couple of hours for the nurses to calm her down while Nathaniel just sat in his chair, numb and staring into space. You might be wondering right now about what happened. Well, I shall tell you: they revived his dad, well his dad's body anyways. It was the man's mind, it's practically mush now. You see, he's brain dead.

It was just really shocking. Nathaniel's mother seeped into denial. She thought that maybe there was some way to get the man that she lived back to her. Nathaniel knew that it was useless but he couldn't bare to tell her that. So she spent a lot of money on treatment for him, each resulted in failure, for six years. It was obvious the nothing was going to work and nothing was going to get him back. His mom put a stop to the treatments when she realized that, but she couldn't find the willpower to pull the plug on her husband's life. So until this day, Nathaniel's father still lays in the same hospital bed in a permanent coma and the only thing keeping his heart going is a machine. Nathaniel and his mother would come to visit him time after time. The years after William's death was a contrast to before. It was like a grey storm cloud made its home on top of Nathaniel and his mom's heads. Nathaniel's personality and actions gradually got better. By the time he started high school, the kid was practically back to to his normal self... well sorta. No one can really go back to "normal" after what happened, but Nathaniel was close enough. And his mom, well she was quite the opposite. She just couldn't let go of the fact that her husband was dead. She could move on from it. She slipped into a depression. Nathaniel would always keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't do anything bad to herself, because he knows that there was a strong possibility that she might.

sexual orientation :: straight
crush :: none
relationship status :: single
ex's :: there were three: maddi, zoey and elise.
turn-on's :: hot, bright, active, funny
turn-off's :: jealous, clingy, snobby, bossy

"Love? That word is a bit strange on my tongue..."
Nathaniel's love life has been a bumpy one. First thing's first, he's straight. There no mistaking it. The boy likes girls, not boys. Though it's not like he hadn't kissed a guy once before, he has, but that was when he was very, very drunk. So hopefully it doesn't count because when the boy gets intoxicated, all hell breaks loose. Although thankfully, he can hold down his liquor. Anyways, relationships aren't exactly his forte. He's been in a total of three serious ones. All of them ending in break-up of course. The longest was the last, who was Alyssa (Elise), which lasted a whole year before they parted ways. So Nathaniel is currently single and he's doesn't exactly have his eye on anyone either.

[darlingdiablo]

❝ T E L L . M E. A . L I E . M A K E . M E . B E L I E V E ❞

>> n a м e <<
▫ Andrew Priar ▫
"Andrew Priar, the name I was 'assigned' even before my existence was known. I guess you could say Im after some high-up man of a rank, and my parent's were proud to have me known as Andrew... Im not the biggest fan of It, actually, and prefer nothing more then to be known as Andy. Simple. I don't get all high-tech and spy-like when it comes to the job or any cr*p like that, so its no fake names. This goes even to the people Im trying to capture- I keep it real."

>> a g e <<
▫ Nineteen | 19 | July 4 ▫
"Yup, Im nineteen years old- just don't expect me to act like It. I've proven to everyone else that Im qualified for It, even though Im still treated like a kid. Well not necessarily, people have genuine respect for me, they know what I can do and they expect me to to do so at the fullest. Its quite the responsibility."

>> g e n d e r <<
▫ Male | Masculine ▫
"I guarantee to you that I am indeed a male. Don't hurt my man-pride by asking, because Isn't it quite obvious? Its true, Im not the biggest sports fanatic and I prefer the simple things. But I am indeed a guy."

>>ѕ т e r o т y p e<<
▫ Loner | Outcast ▫
Andy is quite known to be the quiet one of a group, the one that no one really know's so much about. He remains one to follow, not lead- so don't expect him to become cheery and outgoing out of thin air.He hangs by himself most of the time, he works alone, and he tries to avoid getting into a relationship. Distractions are what slows him down- and his job requires him to always be on the move and on the look-out

>> p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y <<
▫ Shy | Quiet | Laid-Back ▫
"Im not what you expected, Im probably not what you wanted, but In the end I'll be the guy you need." At first glance to Andy, you'd see a quiet, unknown, shy, and unpredictable guy. But at first confrontation you'd see that he's just a generally quiet and laid back guy who tries to avoid drama at all costs. At times he can open and you can see that he's not so tough as he may present himself. To him, looks are nothing, and he judges someone by what they are inside rather than out. He's charming and Is quite the gentleman when It comes to girls, his father raised him the `ole southern way. Andrew 'Andy' presents himself as a nice guy with many flaws, he may be a little fearless and open when you meet him, yet that view-point may change the very next day. Charming? Perhaps, It all just matter's on who's opinion Is it. Sad to say many people do not know Andy for the person he truly Is. He's a little hard to attract, and unlike many fellow's out there he's not exactly the one to approach a girl and make the first move. Timid? Yes, you can call him that- but Its much more than that, actually. He's just a little to shy to try new thing's.

"I have an eye for noticing simple, yet beautiful thing's." Andy has only two requirements for a girl. First, she must must be open to him and understanding that some guy's aren't all bad*ss and ready to fight. Thing Is, he will fight, but he's not one to try to spurge a fight. And second, she needs to be smart- and not try to play dumb. He loves a girl with her own style, and one thats not afraid to take a chance. He likes sweet and dependable girls, and wants the type of girl that wouldn't mind just talking or joking around every now and then. He wants to live, not to be chained to an awkward wall with a wife that he'll never really know. Andy has the knack for noticing the small and precious things In life. Perhaps you could say that beauty Is an attraction for him, as for all men, but he likes the simple things better than the flashy and arrogant life. For him, pleasing people Is high In demand, and he honestly would do anything to please anyone. He's just like that, and If he doesn't he feel's like he messed up but not being accepted by one person as oppose to another.

"Im not afraid or ashamed to cry." Andy Isn't afraid to man down abit when It comes to emotions. He'll be the guy who has his shoulder out for another to cry on, and even he himself would cry his eyes out. Sensitive? Not so much, but he just know's that Its okay to cry every once In a while. He'll never let you catch him though, and prefers to remain alone In a tough time- rather than having support. He's a difficult guy that you'll never really know. But he's worth the time. If anything, Andy wouldn't really want you to see him upset, he hates the spot-light and all the attention. Pressure, Looks, Smirks, the whole scene runs through his head. So just do him the nicest of favors and back off a little

"Im filled with pride, let It be that I go to Heaven- but my sins are what could cast me to Hell." Andy will not be afraid to admit that he's made many many many mistakes in his life. Some are to be considered careless- others are just general mistakes humans make. Now, Im not talking about 'cheat on your girlfriend' mistake- which he has never done. Im talking about killing someone, committing a murder- to the innocent. It is perhaps his job, as some state... Yet it is still Murder. Andy though is very prideful of himself and what he does, he's not afraid to admit that to anyone. He may not necessarily enjoy it, but he does own up to his part at the job.

>>d e s c i p t i o n<<
▫ Built | Sturdy | Different ▫
Andy Is a rather charming young man who Is known for having the tousled hair that never seem's to be perfect, which gives him the rugged appearance. His hair Is dark brown, and naturally has It's little touch of the wind. He'll never ever put hair gel In It, and would kill anyone who tries to mess with it. No matter how hard he tries he can never do much with It, Its a lost cause. Andy has a nice build and Is quite the athlete. Running, Biking, and some sports- you name It. He has a nice tone, a slight tan, and a good figure. He's always outside, so the tan's are natural- and unlike some guy's he won't waste his time in a tanning booth

Andy Is first noticed by his light blue/grey eyes. They're more grey than blue but flecks of light blue dot his eyes and always leave a little mystery. His cheek bones a slight more intoned and noticeable then most men, and even though they're rather feminine he doesn't care. The thought never really occurred to him, actually.He's about average height, and the last time he checked he weighed around 200Ilbs- and he refuses to ever go over that. It's not fat- muscle if anything. True, he doesn't really like to expose himself fully- as In he doesn't wear tight clothes, and he doesn't try to go shirtless every chance he get's. Exposure isn't his thing, and if anything he'd like to keep himself hidden.

His style Is always changing, but whatever It Is is always something on the darker and more casual side. Vintage here and there, and then maybe you'll just catch him wearing whatever ensemble he can pull from his closet that look's okay. He's not a really picky kind of person, and anything that looks okay will do for the day. He'll go shopping maybe every once and a while, but there's not guarentee what he'll find. He's always on the get go, so a shopping spree isn't the first thing on his 'To Do' List. As mentioned before, he does stick with darker- makes the job easier and gives him a cleaner cut look. As for shoes? Thats what destroys his image- Its normally a pair of worn-down converse that he keeps in his truck.

>>Job/Extra <<
▫ Bounty Hunter ▫
"Yup, Im a bounty hunter.... Is there really anything else I need to bring up... Hm. I think that covers just about it. Lovely meeting you, bye."