♚ -- hello friends, i am here.

[carrie dee.]

heyo. this is my thread of stuff and things.
take a gander and enjoy. xx

[carrie dee.]

_____________ｂｌａｎｋ ｆｏｒｍｓ ｆｏｒ ｍｙ ｕｓｅ．

1. ｓｈｏｒｔ ｈｕｍａｎ ｆｏｒｍ － ａｎｓｗｅｒ ｆｏｒｍａｔ [ example here ]


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[size=90]ｏｆ ｅｖｅｒｙｄａｙ ｌｉｆｅ.[/size]
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2. ａｎｉｍａｌ ｆｏｒｍ － ａｎｓｗｅｒ ｆｏｒｍａｔ [ example here ]


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1. ｈｕｍａｎ ｆｏｒｍ － ｓｉｄｅｂａｒ ｗ/ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｏｒ ｉｎｆｏ ａｒｅａ [ example here ]


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more to be added when i'm not tired.

[carrie dee.]

{. {. . нαrleм . >> "vιvαce" << . eιɢнтeeɴ . .} .}


“When you're thinking there's no rhyme or reason, think of me.”

--------------- ηιcє тσ мєєт уσυ


ηαмє .} Harlem Janette Moore
αgє .} Eighteen; finally an adult.
gєηdєя .} "Ouch. Thanks for wounding my pride."
вιятн dαтє .} May 4th, 1994
--------------- єχρlαιη уσυяѕєlƒ ρlєαѕє


нєιgнт .} five feet, six inches { 5'6 }
ωєιgнт .} one-hundred and twenty pounds { 120 lbs. }
єує cσlσя .} Ah, her eyes. Gentle and green, Harlem's eyes might just be her best feature. They're so open and expressive; yes, they most definitely her best feature.
нαιя cσlσя .} Harlem's hair is lovely. Cascading down her back in gentle, soft curls, the ends reach just above the small of her back and brush past her shoulders softly. At first glance it looks black. Simple as that. 'Tis true, her hair is rather dark. But, when you catch a second glimpse? You can detect the subtle aburn-red hilights, the slightest sheen. Though usually pulled back with a band, it's still very pretty.
ѕкιη тσηє .} Her skin is fairly light, though it has a hint of honey to it.
вσdу вυιld .} Harlem is slim and statuesque.
--------------- тєll мє αвσυт уσυя lσνє lιƒє ♥


cяυѕн .} "Is this important?"
ѕιgηιƒιcαηт σтнєя .} ". . . I'm eighteen."
єχєѕ .} "None; yes, I was 'the loneliest teenager on the face of the earth'. Why is this so surprising?"
тυяη σηѕ .} - Confidence is a must.
- Someone who smells good. Does this really need an explanation?
- A sense of humor.
- Someone with a nice smile.
- A person who will accept her for who she is.
- They must have a good taste in music.
- Someone who'll protect me. All girls need to be the damsel in distress every once in a while.
- Most importantly, Harlem needs somebody who won't give up. She's had too many people give up on her before to be able to handle it now.
тυяη σƒƒѕ .} - Somebody with a poor taste in music.
- Overly-confident people. There's a fine line, and one must be sure they don't cross it.
- Materialistic people. There's more to life then money. . .
- Crooked teeth. Just. . . Ugh. Along with that comes bad breath.
- Smokers/drinkers/druggies. She's just not into those kind of things.
- Anybody who gives up. It's irritating.
--------------- ѕкιη dєєρ, ωнσ αяє уσυ?


ρєяѕσηαℓιту .} "Kindness is pointing out one's faults instead of letting one believe they aren't there." Harlem is a gentle soul. Her heart seems soft, her demeanor quiet. But, to be truthful? This isn't exactly true. A more accurate word to describe the girl is mild. Many of her peers tend to think of Harlem as 'shy' or 'a goody-goody', but the truth? She's just quiet. Being truthful is a big thing for this strange girl. She has the best intentions at heart, sure, but sometimes they come out a bit. . . Oh, a bit rude, maybe? Of course she doesn't mean it that way, but she's not always the best at communicating. Harlem is kinder then she seems, though. Another stellar quality: she's there when you need her. Harlem can be somebody's crutch when they fall, a bandage when they're cut. Of course, she doesn't sugar coat any situation pertaining another person. The brunette is very straightforward with the truth.

"You have to be steadfast to win a war." Though Harlem is soft spoken, she's very independent. She's never taken it too well when others try to direct her; in fact, she can get a bit hostile toward anybody who tries. This girl is an avid believer in creating your own destiny. She will have no other person interfere with that or any part of her future, no matter how hard they try. But, of course, she's not one to rush things as well. Content with sitting back and taking a look at the scenery, Harlem tries to extract the most out of her life. Whether it be relationships or friendships, fights or make-ups, she's ready to push through it all so she'll be successful.

"Stupidity is never cute." Harlem is smart. Being so intent on getting into a proper musical college, she works as hard as she can to get her perfect grade point average. Yep. This alone makes people automatically think she's a nerd. But, you know what? She's okay with that. Harlem is happy that she's the way she is; being smart, in her mind, is better then being physically attractive. She'd never even consider associating with a person who 'acts dumb'. It's a wast of a perfectly good brain; who'd want that? She's not perfect, sure, but with her grades? She's determined to keep them stellar. Getting into a nice college means one thing to her: getting out of this place.

"When all words fail, music prevails." Music. Not a typical word to describe somebody, huh? Well, that is a whole other ballgame with this one. Harlem lives and breathes music. No, not 'rap', 'r&b', or 'pop'; she's an old school and classical nut. At a very young age she began playing piano. From then on music defined this young lady to the point of no return. Believe it or not, she used to be snarky. Rude, even. But as soon as this pure form of art entered her life, all of those rough edges were smoothed. Of course she wasn't a fan at the beginning; what child is? But it changed her in a way that nothing else ever could; it gave her hope. It's true, Harlem's never been too noticeable. In fact, she's practically invisible to everybody else. But once she steps up to the piano? It's as if she's the only person in the world. One for more slow, emotional songs, she finds her way through life by the notes on the page rather then the words. It's lovely, really. But some might think of her as boring, only listening to classical. That isn't true. Harlem is a huge fan of, surprisingly, the 90's music. Anything from rock, pop, r&b. . . All of it. It's funny, really, since she's a classically trained pianist. Most find her playing to be lovely, but those who know her actually understand how toxic it is to her. Harlem plays out of pain. Anger. She feels nearly forced to play. To be honest, she doesn't really play for herself; she plays for someone who always wanted her to do so. This instrument became an obsession to the girl, though, and it's fairly hard to pry her away from it.

"What is love, truly? How can another person define who you are as a whole? I don't understand. . ." Love. What a difficult, complex word. A word that Harlem has trouble with, definitely. How does one simply 'love'? She's never known the answer. Harlem has difficulty with relationships. Commitment is a scary thing. Her parents were divorced before she had her first birthday, and her grandfather had died long before she'd even been born. The girl really has no models for a relationship. Love is a lost word on her, though she's sad because of it. Nobody has ever shown any real interest in her. Harlem's never had a boyfriend. Yep. Sad as it is, it's true. Nobody's ever wanted her. The only real 'love' she's ever really had was for her music.
lιкєѕ .} - Music.
- Food. This was being concidered for #1; it was a close race. She can't get enough of it. But, of course, she has to limit herself. . .
- Making friends. She's a friendly person, really. . .
- Challenges. Harlem loves using her brain to trump other people.
- Corny knock-knock jokes. Nobody knows why, but she loves 'em!
- People the complete opposite of her. What? She finds them interesting.
- Finding people who actually make her laugh. Nowadays it's pretty hard to do.
- Traveling has always been one of her many likes.
- Horror movies, surprisingly.
- Lounging on a sunny afternoon in her favorite pain of shorts.
- Making friends with the people who don't have many. She's actually pretty compassionate.
- Finding unique ways to avoid using cuss words. She doesn't like them too much.
dιѕlιкєѕ .} - Anybody telling her that she's wrong. Anybody. At all.
- Losing; Harlem is a pretty sore loser.
- People who don't accept her music choices. "You don't like 'em? Go away."
- Eating '3 square meals a day'. "Screw that. Bring on the mac 'n cheese!" Nah. She doesn't mean that. Harlem's actually very careful about what she eats.
- People with poor music choice.
- Losing faith in herself. It's never the best feeling. . .
- People thinking she's unapproachable. Actually, she's really friendly. Well, again, after you've gotten past her unattractive qualities.
- Anybody who's down on themselves. Why would they do that?
- The smell of tires.
- Cuss words. She thinks that they're vile.
тяαѕυяєd ιтєм .} Harlem can't live without her grandmother's old piano and sheet music. it's her life.
σηє ωσяd тнαт dєƒιηєѕ уσυ .} "Determined."
--------------- σтнєя;;


нσмє .} "Home; Me and my brother spend most of the time in the kitchen. Yeah, the outside isn't much, but I got the best room on the inside. It's in the very top, so I have a huge amount of space."
cαя .} "I have my trustworthy old bug."
ρнσηє .} An iPhone 4; surprising, right?
ρєтѕ .} Laurel
αηутнιηg єlѕє? .} Nothing~

[carrie dee.]

___________________the first ever sighting [ form #1 ]__

✶ - - - ❝ come now, a little bit closer. ❞

full name: shiloh rosaline carnagie
pronunciation: shy-low / car-nuh-gee
meanings: shiloh means 'his gift', while carnagie
is merely a family name. rosaline was her
grandmother's name,meaning 'rose'.
goes by: shi, lola, sholih 
gender: female
age: eighteen years old.
sexuality: straight

✶ - - - ❝ look into my eyes, my soul. ❞

weight: one-hundred and twenty-three
pounds { 123 lbs }
height: five feet, eight inches { 5'6 }
hair color: shiloh's hair is a crisp, dark chestnut
brown color. It has natural caramel hilights
in the summer and has darker low-lights in
the winter; very pretty.
eye color: shiloh's eyes are the color of the sky
before a storm - a dusty, dark grey-blue
that swirls and changes in the light. they
are one of the first things one notices.
skin color: she has peach-y skin that tans easily.

✶ - - - ❝ my life, forever in riddles. ❞

positive traits: playful / outspoken / genuine
negative traits: sarcastic / confident / defensive
bad habits: quick to judge / too defensive
not entirely reliable / takes things too lightly
good habits: brilliant listener / fiercely protective
brutally honest / great support system / loyal 
fears: failing. shiloh grew up in an acheving family,
so she grew up in he mindset that she had to
be something she didn't want to be. a doctor,
a lawyer. . . but that's not what she wants.
dreams: attending uc berkeley and attaining a
degree in education; she wants to be an
elementary-school teacher with a minor in art.
surprising, huh? she's clever.
secret: yes, it's true. shiloh was adopted. the secret
was well-kept by her parents, yet she still happened
to contact her birth mother - an artist living in a loft
in soho, new york. the woman is in and out of her life,
sending mixed signals to the hurt brunette.

✶ - - - ❝ never fiddle with love. ❞

past relationships: tba
current relationship(s): none
crush(es): tba
family: mother - darcey carnagie
father - aaron carnagie
sister - emily carnagie
brother - hunter carnagie

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-Ｂ

ｅ

ａ

ｕ

ｔ

ｉ

ｆ

ｕ

ｌ

Ｄ
ｉ
ｓ
ａ
ｓ
ｔ
ｅ
ｒ

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{ shiloh carnagie }

Ｓｔｏｒｙ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ.

"I remember when we broke up, the first time
Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like
We hadn't seen each other in a month
When you said you needed space.
What?
Then you come around again and say,
"Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."
We called it off again last night, but
This time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
Like, ever. . .
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights,
And me, falling for it screaming that I'm right.
And you, would hide away and find your peace of mind,
With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.
You called me up again tonight, but
This time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
I used to think that we were forever, ever.
And I used to say, "Never say never. . ."
Uggg, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you,"
And I'm like. . . "I just. . . I mean this is exhausting, you know, like,
We are never getting back together. Like, ever."
No!
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together."

Never Getting Back Together - Taylor Swift

__Ｌａｐｓｅ.
❝ story of childhood ❞


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__Ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｃｅ．
❝ story of individuality ❞


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__Ｂｅｌｏｎｇｉｎｇ.
❝ story of hope ❞


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___________________the second sighting [ form #2 ]__

"oh,
pretty baby,
your life
has only
just begun.
don't be
afraid
to fight
the sharks
out there
and never
jump
at the
shadow of a
mouse."

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

[carrie dee.]

___________________the first ever sighting [ form #1 ]__

➹➹. Ａｉｍ ｙｏｕｒ ａｒｒｏｗｓ ｈｉｇｈ．

❝ And they say she's in the Class A Team,
Stuck in her daydream;
Been this way since 18, but lately
Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting;
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream,
The worst things in life come free to us. ❞
- 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran

ＮＡＭＥ →
--Alaska Marian Dissek
Ah, Alaska. Gorgeous, isn't she? Well, her mother wasn't so sure she'd turn out so. It's true; Alaska wasn't a pretty baby. So, in an attempt to mute her not-so-pleasant-appearance, Renee Dissek dubbed a strange, attention-getting name on her baby girl. Alaska Marion Dissek is a name easy to remember and hard to forget. She's - well, she's a force to be reckoned with. That's for sure. The name 'Marion' comes from her mother's mother; the woman had passed away only a month or two before she was born. Alaska's never liked it much; she never knew the woman. As for everything else, that's completely original.

ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＴＥ →
---September 17th, 1994 | 18 years of age.
There was an unusually large amount of snow this September day so many years ago. It was falling without stop when Mrs. Dissek felt a sudden pain. She knew immediately what was happening; she'd gone into early labor. Alaska was only a few weeks early, of course, but she still gave her parents a fright. When she was born, her mother recoiled. That could not be her baby. But, alas, it was. She was born at 3:24 AM on September 17th, proving that she is currently 18 years old.

ＳＥＣＲＥＴ →
--Prostituted for rent money.
This secret needs a little back-story; one needs to understand the full story to understand the reason behind her actions. As you've heard previously, Alaska's mother wasn't quite. . . pleased with her only daughter's appearance. It bothered her to no end, adding to the woman's already frosty disposition. Little did the infant know at the time, though, was that her mother had developed a serious case of postpartum depression. Soon after little Alaska Dessik's first birthday, her mother booked the first flight out of Louisiana and never looked back. She grew up without her mother. Not that she ever cared, of course. George Dessik learned to cope; he was a great father. Well, that is, until Renee returned, begging for him to take her in. She'd spent all of her money on a dream that hadn't come true - becoming a model at her age wasn't realistic. Or reachable. So she returned, and George had no other choice but to take in his former wife. For a while it was great; Renee easily slipped into the life of George and Alaska. She turned into the mother the young brunette - age 15 at the time - needed. She was surprised but pleased with her daughter's sudden beauty. It made it easier for her to stay. For a while, anyways. When the time came around for Alaska to turn 16, everything took a deep, startling plunge. Renee left for the last and final time. This time, though, she had been too deep into their lives. Alaska now had a taste of what it was like to grow up with a mother. When she left the second time, George was heartbroken. He'd tricked himself into believing that she changed for him; that she would stay. He spiraled. He didn't have a well-paying job in the first place, being a minimum-wage construction worker, so the rent wasn't payed. Alaska couldn't live like this. Too young and immature to be able to handle a job yet to old to be able to beg for any extra dollars from family members, the girl had to think of something to do, and fast.

This is where it gets painful.

Removed

ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ →
---Striking
Just by looking at her, you can tell things are about to get sensual. With an elegant, refined body structure, it’s easy to see she’s nimble and quick on her toes. Her shoulders are proud and straight and then slope into graceful arms. She is of average height, at 5’7”, but her legs make up most of her height. Alaska is of Italian decent, giving her a tan complexion. She is simply painted in this creamy tan color. Her hair is a dark brunette laced with black and lighter browns; she keeps it fairly lengthy, at lower-rib level and is very wavy. It lengthens near the back a bit, though for the most part it's the same length. Beachy waves or easy up-dos are her go-to style; she often leaves it down as well. Her eyes are perhaps the most striking feature about her. They are a dark, chocolate brown color, laced with darker, coffee-colored spikes. Her iris is embraced with a dark, thick black rim that makes them pop out even more. The cocoa brown of her eye is almost so dark, they’re like empty chasms of darkness. They are alluring, her eyes. Some say you can easily loose yourself in their depths, though this isn't exactly a good thing. Many judgement have been passed through these eyes. Long, dense black eyelashes frame her gaze like curtains. She has sharp features, very defined, very prominent. Alaska has jutting, distinct cheeks bones that, rather than sinking in her eyes, bring them out and show them off. Her nose is proud and straight, though it is not huge and honking. It is a normal size. A small beauty mark resides to the right of her slim nose. Her jaw line is similar to her cheekbones, sharp, distinct. She would not call her lips “full” exactly, but they appear soft and well rounded. Her bottom lip is a bit pouty, but perhaps that’s from being a hardass all her life. This gives them the “full” appearance, but she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it. Her teeth are white and straight, though when she smiles, it’s more of a quirky half-smile. Like she finds it amusing, rather than funny. All in all, her face is unforgettable, if I do say so myself.

ＣＲＵＳＨ →
---Screw love.
Alaska hasn't had the easiest time with love. For such a super fun, peppy girl { #intended sarcasm } all the good guys don't seem to be interested in her. Only the jerks. This brunette has been broken-hearted and used too many times for her to easily trust another man, though she's willing to give it a go. Relationship-wise, she isn't the best. Commitment is hard for this one - always has been. Love is just. . . hard. That's all there is to it.

ＦＡＭＩＬＹ ＡＮＤ ＨＯＭＥＴＯＷＮ →
---only a father | born in Harlan, Louisiana
wip

ＳＫＩＬＬＳ →
---sleeping | eating | ignoring people
wip

ＢＥＳＴ ＡＮＤ ＷＯＲＳＴ ＱＵＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ →
---independent | strong-willed | quick to judge | highly sarcastic
wip

ＢＡＤ ＨＡＢＩＴＳ/ＶＩＣＥＳ →
---others having bad teeth | butterflies | suffers from chronic irritation
wip

___________________the second sighting [ form #2 ]__

➹➹. Ａｉｍ ｙｏｕｒ ａｒｒｏｗｓ ｈｉｇｈ．

❝ And they say she's in the Class A Team,
Stuck in her daydream;
Been this way since 18, but lately
Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting;
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream,
The worst things in life come free to us. ❞
- 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran

Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｓｈｉｐｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｃａｒｒｙ ｕｓ ｓａｆｅ ｔｏ ｓｈｏｒｅ．

ｌｏｏｋｓ ａｒｅ ｄｅｃｉｅｖｅｉｎｇ．

“I'm 15 for a moment,
Caught in between 10 and 20.
And I'm just dreaming,
Counting the ways to where you are.
I'm 22 for a moment,
She feels better than ever.
And we're on fire,
Making our way back from Mars.
15, there's still time for you;
Time to buy and time to lose.
15, there's never a wish better than this;
When you only got 100 years to live.
I'm 33 for a moment,
Still the man, but you see I'm a they.
A kid on the way,
A family on my mind.
I'm 45 for a moment,
The sea is high.
And I'm heading into a crisis,
Chasing the years of my life.”

ＧＲＡＤＥ ９ → Current appearance.

Ｔｈｅ ａｗｋｗａｒｄ ｙｅａｒ．

look at me.

ＧＲＡＤＥ １０ →

Ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋ ｙｅａｒ．

look at me.

ＧＲＡＤＥ １１ →

Ｔｈｅ ｈｏｐｅｌｅｓｓ ｙｅａｒ．

look at me.

ＧＲＡＤＥ １２ →

Ｔｈｅ ｒｅｄｅｍｐｔｉｏｎ．

look at me.

ＡＦＴＥＲ →

Ｔｈｅ ｆｕｔｕｒｅ．

look at me.

ＮＡＭＥ →
--Alaska Marian Dissek
Ah, Alaska. Gorgeous, isn't she? Well, her mother wasn't so sure she'd turn out so. It's true; Alaska wasn't a pretty baby. So, in an attempt to mute her not-so-pleasant-appearance, Renee Dissek dubbed a strange, attention-getting name on her baby girl. Alaska Marion Dissek is a name easy to remember and hard to forget. She's - well, she's a force to be reckoned with. That's for sure. The name 'Marion' comes from her mother's mother; the woman had passed away only a month or two before she was born. Alaska's never liked it much; she never knew the woman. As for everything else, that's completely original.

ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＴＥ →
---September 17th, 1997 | 14 years old.
There was an unusually large amount of snow this September day so many years ago. It was falling without stop when Mrs. Dissek felt a sudden pain. She knew immediately what was happening; she'd gone into early labor. Alaska was only a few weeks early, of course, but she still gave her parents a fright. When she was born, her mother recoiled. That could not be her baby. But, alas, it was. She was born at 3:24 AM on September 17th, proving that she is currently 14 years old.

ＣＲＵＳＨ →
---Screw love.
Alaska hasn't had the easiest time with love. For such a super fun, peppy girl { #intended sarcasm } all the good guys don't seem to be interested in her. Only the jerks. This brunette has been broken-hearted and used too many times for her to easily trust another man, though she's willing to give it a go. Relationship-wise, she isn't the best. Commitment is hard for this one - always has been. Love is just. . . hard. That's all there is to it. She's not an easy one to catch.

ＡＰＰＥＡＲＥＮＣＥ →
---Striking
Just by looking at her, you can tell things are about to get sensual. With an elegant, refined body structure, it’s easy to see she’s nimble and quick on her toes. Her shoulders are proud and straight and then slope into graceful arms. She is of average height, at 5’7”, but her legs make up most of her height. Alaska is of Italian decent, giving her a tan complexion. She is simply painted in this creamy tan color. Her hair is a dark brunette laced with black and lighter browns; she keeps it fairly lengthy, at lower-rib level and is very wavy. It lengthens near the back a bit, though for the most part it's the same length. Beachy waves or easy up-dos are her go-to style; she often leaves it down as well. Her eyes are perhaps the most striking feature about her. They are a dark, chocolate brown color, laced with darker, coffee-colored spikes. Her iris is embraced with a dark, thick black rim that makes them pop out even more. They are alluring, her eyes. Some say you can easily loose yourself in their depths, though this isn't exactly a good thing. Many judgement have been passed through these eyes. Long, dense black eyelashes frame her gaze like curtains. She has sharp features, very defined, very prominent. Alaska has jutting, distinct cheeks bones that, rather than sinking in her eyes, bring them out and show them off. Her nose is proud and straight, though it is not huge and honking. It is a normal size. A small beauty mark resides to the right of her slim nose. Her jaw line is similar to her cheekbones, sharp, distinct. She would not call her lips “full” exactly, but they appear soft and well rounded. Her teeth are white and straight, though when she smiles, it’s more of a quirky half-smile. Like she finds it amusing, rather than funny. All in all, the face of Alaska Dissek is unforgettable, if I do say so myself.

ＦＡＭＩＬＹ ＡＮＤ ＨＯＭＥＴＯＷＮ →
---only a father | born in Harlan, Louisiana
wip

ＳＫＩＬＬＳ →
---sleeping | eating | ignoring people
wip

ＢＥＳＴ ＡＮＤ ＷＯＲＳＴ ＱＵＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ →
---independent | strong-willed | quick to judge | highly sarcastic
wip

ＢＡＤ ＨＡＢＩＴＳ/ＶＩＣＥＳ →
---others having bad teeth | butterflies | suffers from chronic irritation
wip

[carrie dee.]

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Ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ
ｄｅｓｉｒｅ
ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂｅ ａ
ｆｌａｍｅ;

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Ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ａ
ｆｌａｍｅ
ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ'ｓ ｂｏｕｎｄ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ
-----ｂｕｒｎｅｄ．

________________________________________________________________________________________________________

{ nerissa atlantica }

✶ - - - ❝ come now, a little bit closer. ❞

full name: nerissa oceana atlantica
pronunciation: nair-iss-ah / at-lanti-kah
meanings: nerissa means 'sea nymph',
while atlantica represents her dedication
to the ocean.
goes by: rissa, riss, nerissa 
gender: female
age: seventeen years old.
sexuality: straight

✶ - - - ❝ look into my eyes, my soul. ❞

weight: one-hundred and
twenty-seven pounds { 127 lbs }
height: five feet, eight inches { 5'8 }
hair color: nerissa has dark, mahogany
brown high-lighted with reddish tones
and low-lighted with a black color.
eye color: riss has redwood-like eyes.
they're brown, but when the light
reflects off of them. . . they're
almost the color of a redwood.
they hold a certain emptiness to them;
it's chilling, really.
skin color: she has olive skin that
tans easily.
tail color: brilliant, fiery red-orange.

✶ - - - ❝ my life, forever in riddles. ❞

positive traits: independent, confident,
mature, brave, passionate
negative traits: hopeless, regretful,
lonely, hot-headed, empty, self-absorbed
bad habits: quick to judge / too defensive
not entirely reliable / pushes others away
good habits: brilliant listener / protective
brutally honest / gives great advice 
fears: being alone. nerissa's family
has already cast her away - she doesn't
want to feel that pain ever again.
dreams: besides the faint hope
of making up with her family, nerissa
hopes to find a boy who can take her
as she is and be there when she needs
him to be. nobody's ever truly been
there for this lonely girl.
secret: at age sixteen, nerissa made a
fatal mistake. after a large fight between
her and her parents, she began shouting
things she knew would hurt them. their
biggest secret wasrevealed, right in front
of her little sister, who never knew of the
events. she hurt her parents but infuriated
them as well - she wasn't supposed to know
about the secret of her mother's affair.
nerissa was disowned from the family, never
to return to their lives again. it hurt, and
she promised to never make a mistake like
that again.

✶ - - - ❝ never fiddle with love. ❞

past relationships: two; none that
truly meant anything to her.
current relationship(s): none as of yet.
crush(es): silly, rissa wouldn't kiss and tell.
family: parents - pasifica and richard
younger sister - marina

__Ｒｅａｌｉｚａｔｉｏｎ．
❝ story of adoration ❞


------"Hello, my beautiful daughter," murmured the soft voice of an exhausted Pasifica. The day was warm and the sky was just turning the loveliest shade violet when the exhausted mother was finally able to cradle the child she'd so been longing for. Wisps of mahogany hair topped the head the color of a fresh peach, tickling her nose as she bent to give the newborn baby a kiss. A warm hand met her back; Richard's blonde curls brushed past her cheek as he bent to kiss the child's pink, rounded nose.
------"She's absolutely perfect," he whispered, his large blue eyes filled with adoration and wonder. Could this beautiful thing truly be his? It was hard to believe. Honestly, though, she looked nothing like him. All her looks she acquired from her mother. Well, most of them, anyways. She had her mother's dark hair and eyes, as well as the same lips, but there was something about that nose and the curve of her eyebrows that spoke otherwise. Richard was hidden away in the babe's fresh features; hidden yet strangely visible.
------"What should we name her?" Pasifica asked, her eyes leaving her child once to glance Richard's way.
------"How about Regina, after my mom?" he offered, examining his daughter's face with an questioning look.
------"No! You know your mother absolutely hates me. What about Aquatica? It was my grandmother's name."
------"Aquatica? That's a name?"
------"Richard. . ."
------"Well, if you want to go the 'weird sea names' route, why don't we just name her seaweed and get it over with?" he muttered, growing impatient. As much as he loved her, Pasifica was being difficult. All of her family members had strange names; none that he wanted for his baby girl.
------"You're not making this easy, you know," she murmured, gently pressing her thumb into the baby's small, grasping hand. "You're tired. Don't try to deny it - I can see it in your eyes. I'm tired too; believe me."
------Pasifica was right; she always could read him so easily. His eyes were drooping, but he fought the exhaustion, not wanting to miss a moment of his daughter's first day in the world. Richard gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin below her eye slowly. "I know. I'm sorry. She really does need a name, though. Something that is beautiful, like her."
------And just like that, it came. She wasn't sure where her mind had wandered, but it brought her somewhere beautiful. "I know her name."
------"What do you have in mind?" Richard asked, a quirky half-smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He took his wife's hand in his and planted a kiss on the soft skin between her pointer finger and her thumb, his clear blue eyes meeting hers.
------"Nerissa. Nerissa's her name."
------And so it was.

__Ｊｅａｌｏｕｓｙ．
❝ story of envy ❞


------"You look just like her, you know. Like mom." Nerissa's plush, soft lips puckered softly as she gazed at her sister. Marina really was the spitting image of their mother; there was nothing of their father in her features whatsoever. Only a mere 13-years-old at the time, a young Rissa examined her sister with envy. The same thick, silky brunette hair, soft gentle shell-pink lips and strong, defining eyebrows that were obvious traits of Pasifica shone through in Marina. It was true - she and Pasifica could be twins. It was uncanny how little she resembled her father. At all. The 9-year-old was a beauty - she posessed the same innocent beauty that Nerissa so wanted for herself. Such a beauty could truly conquer anything.
------"Stop, Rissy. You're so pretty," Marina insisted, her large, child-like eyes trailing upon her sister. There was a hint of adoration within her gaze, so common to her. It made Nerissa scowl.
------"Oh, hush. You're so lucky you look like her - I have too much of dad in me." Nerissa gazed at herself once more in the reflective waters, brushing her fingers across her sloping cheekbones and down her smooth, curving jaw. She didn't see herself as beautiful - no, she felt that she looked to masculine for that. She wasn't masculine, of course, but the preteen mind can be a hard mistress.
------It was cool that morning. The ocean was surprisingly calm; glassy, almost. The two girls stumbled down to the tide pools as soon as the sun had gone up. Nerissa, who had just learned the ropes of make-up and was rarely seen without it, was natural and bare-faced, her long hair tied up in a ponytail. Marina looked fresh and awake, her large eyes wide and her thick, straight hair pinned away from her eyes. The pair looked like they leaped right out of a magazine as they picked their way down to the pools, the jagged rocks looking more threatening then they truthfully were. Pasifica wasn't worried; they girls were both strong swimmers. She knew that at least one of them would be an even better swimmer soon, too. Nerissa helped her younger sister over a particularly tricky outcropping, careful to place her feet securely in a gap to keep her balance as she lowered the girl down to the pools. She jumped down after her and took her place beside a calm, reflective pool where the conversation of appearance sprouted.
------"You look plenty like mom," Marina grumbled, casting her sister a sidelong glace. She was being kind, but the 9-year-old was suddenly feeling superior to her sister. She liked the compliments; it gave her confidence to look pretty.
------"Stop lying," Riss snipped, turning away to look in a different pool. The previous night's storm left a multitude of creatures to explore, large and small. Beautiful shells littered the worn rock; small crabs scuttled along the bottoms of the pools; colorful pieces of coral rested at the bases of swirling anemones. Absently Nerissa stroked her wavy locks of mahogany hair as her eyes trailed on a small, graceful anemone - she was wondering if her hair spread out around her in a chestnut halo underwater like the reaching arms of the anemone seemed to do now. If it did, the sight sure would be beautiful.
------The sound of her sister snapped the older brunette out of her daydream - she blinked her long-lashed eyes as she absorbed what Marina said. "What was that?" she asked, her voice raising as a crashing wave cascaded against the rocks.
------"You know what? You're right," Marina murmured, her eyes glued to the water. She lazily swirled her finger across the surface, scattering the abundant sea-life to the edge of the pool. "You do have too much dad in you to be pretty."
------"Excuse me?" Rissa exclaimed, her jaw dropping open in shock. "What did you just say?"
------"You'll never be a pretty as me or mom."
------"Marina! How can you say such things?"
------"It's the truth."
------Nerissa couldn't believe her ears. This was her sister! Her gentle, sweet, respectful sister. But, truthfully, Marina knew not what she was saying, but the affect it was having on her sister. She wanted to best her, wanted to make her cry just because she could. The young girl had witnessed the same actions in friends houses; it looked like a sport for her friends. She wanted to be a part of that. The look on her sisters face was enough of an indicator that she'd said the right thing - angry tears were pooling in her mahogany eyes, her fists clenched at her sides. Nerissa clenched her teeth. She'd never heard her sister say such hateful things. Marina had a smug, harsh smile spread across her face - it frighted Rissa. What had gotten in to her? Nerissa stood suddenly, swaying dangerously near the edge of the outcropping.
------"You think that you're grown up, but you're not." she said, her tone harsh. "You're nothing but a materialistic child!"
------"You're just jealous of me! You know it, too!" At that, Marina stood up, her thick, knitted scarf billowing in the breeze. The young Atlantica daughter turned away after the outcry, running to the path that led up to the house, leaving her older sister alone. Marina was facing the ocean, listening as the last shuffle of rocks and the pattering of sneakers dissapeared before sitting back down, covering her eyes with her arms.

__Ｒｅｇｒｅｔ．
❝ story of pain ❞


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[carrie dee.]

ѕpeɴcer | c o r r ι ɴ e | ғιeldѕ
➹➹. aim your arrows high.

❝ I wanna make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive.
Let me make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive at night. ❞
- 'Junk of the Heart (Happy)' by The Kooks

ｎａｍｅ→
--Spencer Corrine Fields
Ah, Spencer. Gorgeous, isn't she? Well, her mother knew she'd turn out to be a looker. Instead of smothering the girl with a strange, attention-catching name, the woman knew something more simple would accent her daughter in the long run. This turned out to be absolutely true. Spencer Corrine Fields is a name easy to remember and hard to forget, to be honest. She's - well, she's a force to be reckoned with. That's for sure. The name 'Corrine' comes from her mother's best friend's name; the woman had passed away only a month or two before. Spencer's never liked it much; she never knew the woman. Why does she have to have her name? As for everything else, that's completely original.

ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ→
--Spence | Penn | Pence
Many nicknames have been given to the being known as Spencer. Most people don't want to call her Spencer for whatever reason; they opt for something shorted, like Spence or Penn. She truly doesn't mind, though Spencer likes her full name just fine. Another ( though much less common ) name people give her is 'Pence'. 'Spence' and 'Penn' combined, she assumes. Again, Spencer doesn't mind. In all honesty, you could call her 'Miss Piggy' or 'Idiot' and she wouldn't mind. Well, she would, but she'd let you know in a less-than-pleasant way.

ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｔｅ →
---June 17th, 1994 | 18 years of age.
It was a warm summer's day on June 17th when Spencer Corrine was born. She was a small newborn, only five or six pounds at most. The little baby had a head full of mahogany waves and eyes the color of rich coffee; the light of her parent's lives, for sure. Well, until her siblings came, but it's your typical situation of sibling rivalry - it's not important to get into at the moment. The girl grew into a sweet, energetic toddler and then an active, sporty preteen. She then morphed into the confused, lost young woman she is today. All of this information obviously leads to the conclusion that Spencer is eighteen.

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ →
---Striking
Just by looking at her, you can tell things are about to get dangerous. With an elegant, refined body structure, it’s easy to see she’s nimble and quick on her toes. Her shoulders are proud and straight and then slope into graceful arms. She is of average height, at 5’7”, but her legs make up most of her height. Spencer is of Mexican decent, giving her a tan complexion. No blemishes, no marks. She is simply painted in this creamy tan color. Her hair is a dark brown laced with black and lighter browns; she keeps it fairly short, at shoulder level, but her hair is very wavy. It lengthens near the back a bit, though for the most part it's the same length. Small ponytails or easy up-dos are her go-to style; she rarely leaves it down. Her eyes are perhaps the most striking feature about her. They are a dark, chocolate brown color, laced with darker, coffee-colored spikes. Her iris is embraced with a dark, thick black rim that makes them pop out even more. The cocoa brown of her eye is almost so dark, they’re like empty chasms of darkness. They are alluring, her eyes. Some say you can easily loose yourself in their depths, though this isn't exactly a good thing. Many judgement have been passed through these eyes. Long, dense black eyelashes frame her gaze like curtains. She has sharp features, very defined, very prominent. Spencer has jutting, distinct cheeks bones that, rather than sinking in her eyes, bring them out and show them off. Her nose is proud and straight, though it is not huge and honking. It is a normal size. Her jaw line is similar to her cheekbones, sharp, distinct. She would not call her lips “full” exactly, but they appear soft and well rounded. Her bottom lip is a bit pouty, but perhaps that’s from being a hardass all her life. This gives them the “full” appearance, but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it. Her teeth are white and straight, though when she smiles, it’s more of a quirky half-smile. Like she finds it amusing, rather than funny. All in all, her face is unforgettable, if I do say so myself.

ｃｒｕｓｈ →
---Screw love.
Spencer hasn't had the easiest time with love. For such a super fun, peppy girl { #intended sarcasm } all the good guys don't seem to be interested in her. Only the jerks. This brunette has been broken-hearted and used too many times for her to easily trust another man, though she's willing to give it a go. Relationship-wise, she isn't the best. Commitment is hard for this one - always has been. Love is just. . . hard. That's all there is to it.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ & ｈｏｍｅｔｏｗｎ →
---4 family members | born in upstate New York
wip

ｓｋｉｌｌｓ →
---sleeping | eating | ignoring annoying people
wip

ｂｅｓｔ ａｎｄ ｗｏｒｓｔ ｑｕａｌｉｔｉｅｓ →
---independent | strong-willed | quick to judge | highly sarcastic
wip

ｂａｄ ｈａｂｉｔｓ / ｖｉｃｅｓ →
---others having bad teeth | butterflies | suffers from chronic irritation
wip

[carrie dee.]

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name : m a r l e n a | nickname(s) : m a r l e y // l e n a | age : n i n e t e e n

ＮＡＭＥ →
--marlena trulove
wip

ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＴＥ →
---september 17th, 1993 | 19 years of age.
wip

ＳＥＣＲＥＴ →
--an angel is disguise.
wip

ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ →
---lovely
wip

ＣＲＵＳＨ →
---none
wip

ＦＡＭＩＬＹ ＡＮＤ ＨＯＭＥＴＯＷＮ →
---long since gone | born in charlottetown, georgia
wip

ＳＫＩＬＬＳ →
---persuasion | singing | seducing
wip

ＢＥＳＴ ＡＮＤ ＷＯＲＳＴ ＱＵＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ →
---independent | strong-willed | quick to judge | highly sarcastic
wip

ＢＡＤ ＨＡＢＩＴＳ/ＶＩＣＥＳ →
---competitive | judgmental | self-absorbed
wip

[carrie dee.]

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Ａ ｄｒｏｐ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ
-----ｏｃｅａｎ，
ａ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ
---- ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ．

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Ｉ ｗａｓ ｐｒａｙｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ
ｙｏｕ ａｎｄ ｍｅ
ｍｉｇｈｔ ｅｎｄ ｕｐ
---ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ．

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✶ - - - ❝ step out of oblivion. ❞

full name: finn alexander merquee
pronunciation: fih-nn / mahr-kee
meanings: finn means 'fair',
while marquee means 'a large tent'.
goes by: finn, mostly. 
gender: male
age: eighteen years old.
sexuality: straight

✶ - - - ❝ the refined sort. ❞

weight: one-hundred and
seventy-five pounds { 175 lbs }
height: five feet, eleven inches { 5'11 }
hair color: finn's hair, though
quite short, is a dark, chocolate-y
brown color.
eye color: finn's eyes are blue
like the sea. calm and relaxing,
looking into them is like
looking into a reflective pool
of crystal-clear water.
skin color: his skin is a smooth,
light tan color.

✶ - - - ❝ everything isn't as it seems. ❞

positive traits: romantic, playful,
thoughtful, adventurous,
protective, heroic
negative traits: a bit too independent,
temperamental, overly protective,
conflicted, argumentative
bad habits: prone to overreaction
hates surprises / easily provoked
easily gets into arguments
doesn't like change
good habits: always wants to go
on an adventure / very romantic
and thoughtful / he's always there when
you need him / he's brave
always willing to take chances 
fears: dying young. finn's younger
brother drowned when he was only
ten years old, teaching the boy to
value his life; it was so precious and
fragile. he could be gone at any
moment, so he wanted to cherish it.
dreams: finn has always been
a lover of the sea. he's been on
a boat since he was two months
old; the ocean is apart of him.
he hopes to sail around the world
on his beloved boat, the troian
dreamer, solo, without any assistance
for five solid months. that, to him, if
freedom in it's finest.

✶ - - - ❝ never fiddle with love. ❞

past relationships: a few; none that
truly meant anything to him.
current relationship(s): dating piper -
maisey's secret has certainly put a strain
on their relationship, though.
crush(es): well. . .
family: parents - may and tony
younger brother [ deceased ] - stark
younger sister [ twin to stark ] - ellie

__Ｆｒｅｅｄｏｍ．
❝ story of childhood ❞


------"Not to close to the edge," Tony warned his giggling son. The dark-haired toddler was galloping around the deck of his father's sleek sail boat, a care-free smile breezing across his face. There was no doubt that he'd be burnt by the end of the day, though he didn't care in the least; the day was too fine to think of such minuscule things like that. wip

__Ｄｅａｔｈ．
❝ story of loss ❞

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__Ｆｏｒｇｉｖｅｎｅｓｓ．
❝ story of living ❞

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[carrie dee.]

☮☮. don't be like the rest of them, darling.


| j e s s i e | - | e i g h t e e n | - | the "h o p e l e s s" one |

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"Catch me.

I am falling.

And your innocence,
Is all I have.
Can you hear me calling?
In pieces only I can understand.

I wanted to feel like
I could tell you why.
Thought I could almost
see the other side.

Of something real.
Something Real.
It disappears before
you see the signs.

The end is near.

Breaking;
And you're climbing.
And my innocence is all you have.
I can hear you crying,
From places only
you can understand.

I wanted to feel like
I could tell you why.
Thought I could almost
see the other side.
Of something real;
Something real.
Something real.
Something real.

Wanted to feel like
I could tell you why.
Thought I could almost
see the other side.
It disappeared before
I saw the sign.

The end is here."
_____________________________

song : : something real
artist : : renee stahl

----------- ηιcє тσ мєєт уσυ


ηαмє .} Jessamine Eliza Grace » Ah, Jessamine. Gorgeous, isn't she? Well, her mother knew she'd turn out to be a looker. Instead of smothering her daughter with a strange, attention-catching name, the woman knew something more simple and elegant would accent her girl in the long run. This turned out to be absolutely true. Jessamine Eliza Grace is a name easy to remember and a difficult one to forget, to be honest. She's - well, she's a force to be reckoned with. That's for sure. The name 'Eliza' comes from her mother's best friend's name; the woman had passed away only a month or two before. As for everything else, that's completely original. Many simply refer to her as 'Eliza'; she doesn't mind the nickname, really. But, of course, she's always perfectly fine with being called Jessie as well.

αgє .} eighteen » It was an unusually warm day on September 17th when Jessamine Eliza was born. Meredith Grace wasn't due for two more weeks; it came as a shock when her water broke in the middle of the kitchen floor. It was a rush to the hospital after that, and then an excruciating 20 hour labor. Finally Jess appeared. She was a small newborn, only five or six pounds at most. The little baby had a head full of caramel curls and eyes the color of the purest cerulean blue; the light of her parent's lives, for sure. Well, until her siblings came, but it's your typical situation of sibling rivalry - it's not important to get into at the moment.

gєηdєя .} female » Quite obviously Jessie is a female. She hates questions like these for obvious reasons, and often gets very defensive when anybody thinks of her otherwise. Some people { the stupid ones } tell her that she's 'one of the guys'. Come on. Have you seen this chick? She's about as feminine as you can get. She was born a female, is a female, and will stay a female. No other questions needed.

вιятн dαтє .} September 17th, 1994 » There's nothing much to say; she was born late in the year.

----------- єχρlαιη уσυяѕєlƒ ρlєαѕє


нєιgнт .} five feet, six inches » At an average height, Jess can neither be classified as 'tall' nor 'short. Just right, I suppose.

ωєιgнт .} one-hundred and twenty pounds » Jess is naturally small-boned. Though she might look fuller in the hips and chest, she only weighs a mere 120 lbs.

єує cσlσя .} blue » A clear day with perfect rising sun laying on a beach’s wave – those are the color of this goddess-like female. Her eyes are just ideal to match a sun-kissed beach girl – those eyes are like soft waves crashing like white ripples. The optics of Jess consist of swirling of light blue to match ocean, but there are specks of white that don’t seem real.That is how she was born – waves of a glistening ocean. It's almost as if the waves dance in her eyes, bringing out a light of joy that only the ocean's waves can bring upon somebody.

нαιя cσlσя .} caramel waves » Around that heart shaped head is a curtain of soft caramel-colored hair that represents a gentle shell on the shores of a long forgotten beach. There is no other color symbolized in her hair besides this attractive caramel color. Her hair looks as if shards of fallen, pale sunlight shattered down upon her head, blessing her with a halo as soft and as sweet as a simple shading of perfected light. Her hair is naturally wavy; just the waves in her hair could easily represent the beach activity within the looks of this girl. This is why you never find her straightening her hair – the perfection of soft hair comes from natural looks and nothing fried. Her looks are something to look at, but something she never really thinks about.

ѕкιη тσηє .} naturally tan » Over her body - in an ideal sun-kissed fashion - is her striking skin. Crisp and flawlessly placed is a tan that makes her look even more of a surfer then one would ever imagine. It's like she came from the beach itself.

вσdу вυιld .} slender and statuesque » Jessie is a slender, sporty girl with slender shoulders and slim hips that fit perfectly with the rest of her relaxed figure. To match and extend from her hips are perfectly filled-out legs that are lined with lean muscles from surfing nearly all day; so she does have strength in that body of hers! As well as her legs, her arms are long and perfect in size, ending with bitten nails chipping with long-forgotten polish.

----------- тєll мє αвσυт уσυя lσνє lιƒє ♥


cяυѕн .} tba » I will change this when all of the forms have been completed. ;3

ѕιgηιƒιcαηт σтнєя .} none » Jess hasn't had the easiest time with love. For such a super fun, peppy girl { #intended sarcasm } all the good guys don't seem to be interested in her. Only the jerks. This lady has been broken-hearted and used too many times for her to easily trust another man, though she's willing to give it a go. Relationship-wise, she isn't the best. Commitment is hard for this one - always has been. Love is just. . . hard. That's all there is to it.

єχєѕ .} a couple minors, one major » Jessie's about had it with boys. They all are after one thing, and it definitely isn't getting to know her. The only exception happened recently, actually. Dexter Quincy - better known as Dex around the high school - took a liking to the caramel-haired beauty. He had a terrible reputation as an advantage-taking heartbreaker, but the girl looked through it blindly. They dated all through Sophomore and Junior year, and half of Senior, though the relationship seemed shaky to the other students. After the one night where she gave him absolutely everything, he broke up and never spoke to the broken-hearted girl again. He used her for one thing only, then told all his friends about it later. She felt embarrassed and used, only having her friends to lean on afterwards.

тυяη σηѕ .} - Confidence is a must.
- Someone who smells good. Does this really need an explanation?
- A sense of humor.
- Someone with a nice smile.
- A person who will accept her for who she is.
- They must have a good taste in music.
- Someone who'll protect her. All girls need to be the damsel in distress every once in a while.
- Somebody low-maintenance.
-The person has to love the ocean/surfing/etc.
- Somebody who doesn't seem to try too hard.
- Most importantly, Jess needs somebody who won't give up. She's had too many people give up on her before to be able to handle it now.

тυяη σƒƒѕ .} - Somebody with a poor taste in music.
- Overly-confident people. There's a fine line, and one must be sure they don't cross it.
- Materialistic people. There's more to life then money. . .
- Crooked teeth. Just. . . Ugh. Along with that comes bad breath.
- Smokers/drinkers/druggies. She's just not into those kind of things.
- Anybody who gives up. It's irritating.
- A boy more feminine then she is.
- Somebody with too-soft hands.
- A boy that's too clingy.
- Anybody who tries too hard.

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ρєяѕσηαℓιту .} "I'm a lost cause." Jess. Oh, Jess. For a girl who had such a promising future, what went wrong? What happened to this seemingly-successful, determined female? The answer is simple, actually: more then you could imagine. After her father left the family, Jessie lost her way. Blinded by the anger towards her father, she actively rebelled by setting school on the back burner. Instead, she focused on her surfing and partying. After a few years of these actions, Jessie lost who she was aiming to be - instead she became. . . this. This lost, empty shell of a girl. Barely scraping by in school, earning C minuses in almost every class; it's a wonder how she graduated. Jess suspects that her teachers didn't want to deal with her another year.

"You have to be steadfast to win a war." Though Harlem is soft spoken, she's very independent. She's never taken it too well when others try to direct her; in fact, she can get a bit hostile toward anybody who tries. This girl is an avid believer in creating your own destiny. She will have no other person interfere with that or any part of her future, no matter how hard they try. But, of course, she's not one to rush things as well. Content with sitting back and taking a look at the scenery, Harlem tries to extract the most out of her life. Whether it be relationships or friendships, fights or make-ups, she's ready to push through it all so she'll be successful.

"Stupidity is never cute." Harlem is smart. Being so intent on getting into a proper musical college, she works as hard as she can to get her perfect grade point average. Yep. This alone makes people automatically think she's a nerd. But, you know what? She's okay with that. Harlem is happy that she's the way she is; being smart, in her mind, is better then being physically attractive. She'd never even consider associating with a person who 'acts dumb'. It's a wast of a perfectly good brain; who'd want that? She's not perfect, sure, but with her grades? She's determined to keep them stellar. Getting into a nice college means one thing to her: getting out of this place.

"When all words fail, music prevails." Music. Not a typical word to describe somebody, huh? Well, that is a whole other ballgame with this one. Harlem lives and breathes music. No, not 'rap', 'r&b', or 'pop'; she's an old school and classical nut. At a very young age she began playing piano. From then on music defined this young lady to the point of no return. Believe it or not, she used to be snarky. Rude, even. But as soon as this pure form of art entered her life, all of those rough edges were smoothed. Of course she wasn't a fan at the beginning; what child is? But it changed her in a way that nothing else ever could; it gave her hope. It's true, Harlem's never been too noticeable. In fact, she's practically invisible to everybody else. But once she steps up to the piano? It's as if she's the only person in the world. One for more slow, emotional songs, she finds her way through life by the notes on the page rather then the words. It's lovely, really. But some might think of her as boring, only listening to classical. That isn't true. Harlem is a huge fan of, surprisingly, the 90's music. Anything from rock, pop, r&b. . . All of it. It's funny, really, since she's a classically trained pianist. Most find her playing to be lovely, but those who know her actually understand how toxic it is to her. Harlem plays out of pain. Anger. She feels nearly forced to play. To be honest, she doesn't really play for herself; she plays for someone who always wanted her to do so. This instrument became an obsession to the girl, though, and it's fairly hard to pry her away from it.

"What is love, truly? How can another person define who you are as a whole? I don't understand. . ." Love. What a difficult, complex word. A word that Harlem has trouble with, definitely. How does one simply 'love'? She's never known the answer. Harlem has difficulty with relationships. Commitment is a scary thing. Her parents were divorced before she had her first birthday, and her grandfather had died long before she'd even been born. The girl really has no models for a relationship. Love is a lost word on her, though she's sad because of it. Nobody has ever shown any real interest in her. Harlem's never had a boyfriend. Yep. Sad as it is, it's true. Nobody's ever wanted her. The only real 'love' she's ever really had was for her music.

lιкєѕ .} - Music.
- Food. This was being concidered for #1; it was a close race. She can't get enough of it. But, of course, she has to limit herself. . .
- Making friends. She's a friendly person, really. . .
- Challenges. Harlem loves using her brain to trump other people.
- Corny knock-knock jokes. Nobody knows why, but she loves 'em!
- People the complete opposite of her. What? She finds them interesting.
- Finding people who actually make her laugh. Nowadays it's pretty hard to do.
- Traveling has always been one of her many likes.
- Horror movies, surprisingly.
- Lounging on a sunny afternoon in her favorite pain of shorts.
- Making friends with the people who don't have many. She's actually pretty compassionate.
- Finding unique ways to avoid using cuss words. She doesn't like them too much.

dιѕlιкєѕ .} - Anybody telling her that she's wrong. Anybody. At all.
- Losing; Harlem is a pretty sore loser.
- People who don't accept her music choices. "You don't like 'em? Go away."
- Eating '3 square meals a day'. "Screw that. Bring on the mac 'n cheese!" Nah. She doesn't mean that. Harlem's actually very careful about what she eats.
- People with poor music choice.
- Losing faith in herself. It's never the best feeling. . .
- People thinking she's unapproachable. Actually, she's really friendly. Well, again, after you've gotten past her unattractive qualities.
- Anybody who's down on themselves. Why would they do that?
- The smell of tires.
- Cuss words. She thinks that they're vile.

тяαѕυяєd ιтєм .} Harlem can't live without her grandmother's old piano and sheet music. it's her life.

σηє ωσяd тнαт dєƒιηєѕ уσυ .} "Determined."

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нσмє .} "Home; Me and my brother spend most of the time in the kitchen. Yeah, the outside isn't much, but I got the best room on the inside. It's in the very top, so I have a huge amount of space."

cαя .} "I have my trustworthy old bug."

ρнσηє .} An iPhone 4; surprising, right?

ρєтѕ .} Laurel

αηутнιηg єlѕє? .} Nothing~

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