♠ - laιr oғ lυnaтιcѕ - ♠ S e m i - L i t ~[Open ;; New]~

[breeze']

reserve a guy?

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ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｔｏ ｒｅｉｇｎ ｉｎ ｈｅｌｌ ｔｈａｎ ｓｅｒｖｅ ｉｎ ｈｅａｖｅｎ.

♔♕ stuck in his own labyrinth. wandering aimlessly without a direction at all. ♔♕

Ａｍ ｉ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｐｒｅｔｅｎｄ ｉ ｃａｒｅ? Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ. Ｎｏ ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｅ
ｔｉｎｉｅｓｔ ｂｉｔ. Ｓｏｒｒｙ? Ｎｏ ｎｏｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ... Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ ｃａｒｅ ｌｅｓｓ
ｈｏｎｅｙ.

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♔♕



I remember years ago
Someone told me
I should take
Caution when
it comes to love
I did, I did ..

And you were
strong and I was not
My illusion,
my mistake
I was careless,
I forgot, I did
And now when all is done
There is nothing to say

♔♕

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You have gone
and so effortlessly
You have won
You can go ahead
tell them
Tell them all
I know now

Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible.

♔♕

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ｈｅｌｌｗｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｂａｄ, ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ.
ａｆｔｅｒ ａｌｌ, ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ kｅｅｐ
ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ.

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♛ Stick a label on it, and be done with it mam'...
what is in a name? An identity. That is what are looking for here isn't it? You want to know who I am and what happens in my life. I am inclined to tell you because if I don't then I am regrettably going to get into more trouble than I am now. What do I get out of this? Nothing. I thought so, story of my life. You see the name tag that sits on my chest- well I was forced to wear it. No surprise. Well that's my name. Yep. Let me spell it out for you sherlock. A-den Per-ee F-au-lls. Make sense. No, not really- me neither. Aiden Perry Falls. That's it. Well most of the gang tend to just call me Perry. I don't know where this originated first but hey, no arguments for me. I generally can't be bothered. It's a waste of my breath really... So call me what you want and be off with you because I couldn't care less. Actually I suppose I could- I could be dead. Oh, just to boost your self esteem a little bit I will tell you that right now in my head I am debating suicide over this interview. It gets a bit old after a while... I would know. No, I am not going to go into cushy detail about what meaning lie's beneath each letter of my name and my heart wrenching story of pain and loss. My childhood was a dud. I had crappy parents and lived in a crappy house and then when I turned sixteen they kicked me out. It might of been because they were just horrible people but it was most likely because I am a waste of money and space and my life as going no where. Probably the latter. I suppose I haven't really matured in age either. They call me deranged. Mental. Delusional. Call me what you may- what they may. Maybe I am out of my head- or maybe everybody else just needs to look at the world in the way I do. My mother had a saying. 'Monsters don't sleep under your bed they sleep inside your head.' My family were crazy too. According to the prissy's next door. I was a bad egg. Dropped on my head as a baby and raised by a bunch of idiot loons. No matter I turned out so deranged. Anyway. I think you got my name right? It's Aiden. Aiden Perry.
wip sorry...

ｉ'ｖｅ ｌｏｓｔ ａｌｌ ｈｏｐｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｓａｌｖａｔｉｏｎ .

ｓｉｔ ｂａｃｋ, ｗａｔｃｈ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｇｏ ｂｙ
ｔｈｅ ｖｉｅｗ ｉｓ ｇｒｅａｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒｅ.

ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｇｏ ｂｅ ｐｓｙｃｈｏｓ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ.

[Trapped]

- Finished. But I might have some mistakes
as i've changed Thalias name,
and mostly just copied/pasted the forms. Heh. (: -

Name➫ Adrian Skye Archer
Nickname➫ Skye; Archer
Age➫ Seventeen; 17
Gender➫ Male

"Well hello there. Oh, you want to know about me? Well lets get started then! My name is Adrian Skye Archer, Pretty isn't it? I'm not sure what it means though, all I know is that I'm named after my great Uncle. Well I guess you can call me Adrian... Or Skye... Or Archer... I don't really care what you call me. I am Seventeen at the moment and I was born on July 3, If only I was born on the fourth... I'd have fireworks in my birthday! If you haven't guessed already I am in fact, of the male variety.  Well I guess that's all you need to know about me."

Adrian Skye Archer, a fairly normal name. His first name came from his Great Uncle, Uncle Adrian. His middle name came from the color of his eyes when he was born, Sky Blue that later turned into the bright green they are today. And his Last name, Archer, came from the normal place. His parents last names. He grew up in Miami, Flordia, he had a normal life up until his mother died when he was Seven. Then his Father bacame a workoholic and was almost never home. Yes, they made a lot of money, but that didn't matter to him. Adrian didn't become the spoiled rich kid, he stayed the same and never flaunted his money. When Adrian was 9 he was diagnosed with Insomnia, Kleptomania(Theft), and Paranoid Personality Disorder Shortly after has father moved him here to be cared for.

Hair Color➫ Dark Brown
Eye Color➫ Green
Height➫ 5'11
Weight➫ 127 IBS

"You want To know what I look like? Why not just you know... Look at me? I don't want to write it down! Ugh, fine. I'll do it.
Well, first off I am 5'11, yeah, short right? I weigh about 120 Pounds, oh god I'm getting fat! Okay... As you can't see I have Dark brown hair, and green eyes. I tend to not really cardbe about my appearance, so I go with whatever I pull out of the closet. Jeans? Yeah sure. Flannel shirt? Okay. Band T's? Heck yes. Converses? Don't leave the house without um'. Okay, I think that's all I can tell you about my appearance."

Adrian has never really been that tall, only about 5'11. He weighs 127 pounds and will admit, it's mostly all fat. He isn't really made of muscles and doesn't have a six pack. His belly is flat, and his arms skinny looking. He's never been into sports or weight lifting, so that might be the problem.
Adrian has the casual look to him. He'll wear almost anything as long as it's comfortable. He normaly wears a T-shirt, Sweatshirt/Jacket, Jeans, and Converses/Vans. He likes to keep it simple and doesn't put much thought into what he puts on in the mornings. He has an asortment of shoes though. He loves shoes and he has a whole closet dedicated to them. Most of them are converses or Vans, with the random tennis shoe thrown in.

Hometown➫ Miami, Flordia
Family➫ Holden Archer; Father.
Likes➫ Nighttime; Swimming; Thunderstorms
Dislikes➫ Silent rooms; Moths; Paperclips
Orientation ➫ Bisexual
Boyfriend/Girlfriend➫ Single

"Your still here? Okay then... You want me to talk about me? Okay I can do that, this should be easy.
Well, first off I think I should say I love to have a good time. I like to play pranks on all the unsuspecting people, It's so much fun to see the look in their faces! I also like to read, yeah I said read. I almost always have some kind of book on me. I tend to be described as the 'crazy nut job' Ive been told by the doctors that I have ADD, I guess that explains my randomness.  I like to laugh, and make other people laugh. I'm usually the likable guy, every one likes me! I'm to cute to hate! Well... I guess this concludes Adrian in a nutshell. Come back soon!"

Adrian is your normal fun-loving guy. He likes to play pranks on his friends/teachers. And almost always stays in trouble. He likes to make people laugh, and make their day a little bit brighter. He has lot's of friends, even though he sometimes prefers to be alone and just read a book. Oh, has he mentioned he's Bi? Adrian doesn't really prefer one gender to the other, he likes them both. And if you have a problem with it, then go away.
Now, if you look a little bit deeper you might notice the pained smiles, the fake laughs, and how closed off he is. He doesn't like to talk about his family, and tends to stay closed off around people. Yes, he has his friends, but even they have never noticed the 'true' Adrian. Sometimes he even fools himself into thinking it's all okay.

© Goes to me on the form.
© Goes to all owners of the pictures.
© Goes to me on the character.

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Name➫ Thalia Marie Spade
Nickname➫ Leah
Age➫ Eighteen;18
Gender➫ Female

"Oh hello there, my name is AThalia Marie Spade I am eighteen, and was born on October 31, yes, I am a Halloween baby. Yes, Halloween is my favorite holiday. No, I am not a scary person. I grew up in Roanoke, Virginia, and that is still where my Mum lives. My parents split up when I was 10, when my little sister, Mili was born. I live with my Dad, he's the best dad in the world and I love him to pieces. Well, I think that's about it. Take care!"

Thalia was born in Roanoke Virginia on Halloween night in 1994. Her little sister was born April 3, 2004, and shorty after that her parents split up. Her sister lives with her Mum in Roanoke, and Thalia lives with her Father. She was diagnosed with OCD, Antisocial Personality Disorder, and Depression at the age of thirteen. Though, she has gotten very good at hiding them. Soon her Father couldn't care for her, so he sent her here.

Hair Color➫ Black
Eye Color➫ Sky Blue
Height➫ 5'8
Weight➫ 127 IBS

"Well, lets see. I'm pretty average looking for a girl. I am 5'8 and about 120 pounds or so. Not fat or anything like that. I have black hair, and sky blue eyes that people always mistake for contacts. My hair goes down past my shoulder and is kinda wavy, not that I mind. I have my Monroe pierced, top left side. I also have my ears pierced, three times. I like to wear graphic tees and just normal jeans. I usually always wear boots, not the fluffy kind, but real cowboy boots or work boots."

Thalia your average girl, shes not to tall, and not to skinny. Her hair is about mid-torso length and is kinda wavy, and a deep black color its sometimes almost purple in the light. Her eyes are an amazing sky blue that are all natural. She will wear almost anything as long as its comfortable. She would never be caught dead in a dress, no matter the occasion.

Hometown➫ Roanoke, Virginia.
Family➫ Natalie Spade; Mother
Lucas Spade; Father
Mili Spade; Little sister.
Likes➫ Piano; Dogs; Swimming.
Dislikes➫ Screaming; Annoying people.; Ladybugs
Orientation ➫ Straight
Boyfriend➫ Single

"Well, I guess i'm your average girl. Kinda sarcastic, I like to think of myself as funny. I love to have a good time with my friends and I am a bit of a daredevil. I am often very blonde at times, even though I get staraight A's at school. My Dad often says I lack common sense. I like to play the Piano/Keyboard, duh. And I think of myself as being rather good at it. I am infact straight, and I have never had a ongoing boyfriend. I guess they just can't handle my awesomeness.
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Thalia is very sarcastic and if often described as a Smart*ss, she just can't help it. It comes naturally to her. She likes to have fun and loves to do dangerous things, like bunjee jumping for example. She has never kept a boyfriend, she always breaks up with them within the first week or so, she just hasn't found the one. Another secret is she's never kissed a guy, even though shes told all of her friends she has. So over all shes a sweet, fun loving girl.

[Ozara]

{ Okay Ace :D
@Viviant: Is suicidal thoughts Aiden's only mental issue? Just asking because I need to post it up on the front Cx }

[Trapped]

- Finished. (:
There might be a mistake or two tho. -

[crazy.]

((May I reserve a female and a male?))

[weightless.]

((May I reserve a female and a male? c:))

[breeze']

i haven't decided yet; maybe he will be a schizophrenic he is also going to be a insomniac.

[Ozara]

{ @SoLongAndGoodNight & believe; - Yes you may C:
@ Viviant - Okay ^3^ }

[crazy.]

((Here is my form for my female, my male will take a while. Also to make it easier, the problems she has is anorexia, depression. And severe Paranoia.))

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My Maria
Don't you know I've come a long long way
I been longin' to see her when she's around she takes my blues away
Sweet Maria
The sunlight surely hurts my eyes
I'm a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies

-My Maria by Brooks & Dunn

My name is Maria Arianna Stevenson, but, I prefer to be called Maria. Maria is a name for a girl that is Hebrew. Meaning Bitter. Nice parents I had right? Naming their child Bitter but I guess, I like Bitter a lot better then Arianna, Greek meaning Very Holy One. My parents have a wonderful choice in names. But incase you didn't understand my name I'll spell it out for you okay? My name is Maria- pronounced mah REE ah, Arianna, pronounced ah ree AN ah. With the awful last name of Stevenson. I got this name for a reason, it wasn't just a random name my parents chose. My grandmother, on my mothers side, was named Maria, and my grandmother on my fathers side was named Arianna. I like the name Arianna better then Maria, but my father and her didn't get along so I was forced to follow the name gene of my mothers crazy family. I have many nicknames, some I approve of, others, not to much. My biggest nickname is Bunny, why? Well when I was a young child I had a stuffed rabbit that I carried everywhere with me till I was six, my father called me Bunny because of that. So the name kind of stuck as the years went by, till it got to the point where no one really calls me Maria anymore, not that I'm complaining, as I hate the name Maria. But now I just go by Bunny, its a laughable nickname. One I love on some days, and hate on others.

Well, If you can't tell by now then you probably have nothing rolling around in the big head of yours other then a tumble weed. But I am a female, born a female, raised a... well... raised partially like a female, and currently a female. Always will be to. Now when I say 'raised partially like a female' I don't mean my parents wanted a boy, trust me, I was enough. What I mean is I was raised to be a little lady at times, know my manners, respond politely and have respect, but I was also taught that boys have cooties, men are worthless, and if you want a job done right... don't ask a man to do it. Mean less to say, I was one of the lucky girls that was raised to do things the way I wanted whether they be masculine or feminine. But for the most part I like to believe that I act like a little lady.

My birthday is January 1st 1994, I was born at twelve thirty in a small private hospital in Italy. My mother was only eight months pregnant at the time. I am 18 years old and happily a New Years baby. The only down thing about my birth was that my father had been very intoxicated from a New Years party when my mother went into labour. They enjoyed joking and telling me that his drunken night of my birth was a sign that I would drive them to becoming alcoholics over my years as an adolesant. Want to know the best thing about being 18? I'm not forced by anyone to suffer threw anything, because I have control over myself.

Well, I'm a female, who likes males. The other gender. I'm straight, not gay, I'm heterosexual. I like boys mean less to say. And Only boys. Not that I have a problem with gays or anything, I could care less who you like. I'm just stating that I like men, and men only. They are my pride and joy. I will never settle for anything other then a man, no matter who much they p*ss me off in a run of the day. Although, that doesn't mean I haven't made a few drunken party mistakes involving the same gender. I think every girl has at some point in their life. But what I do when I am under the influence, and when I am sober are two completely different things. When it comes down to it, I am straight, as straight as a ruler. And not the bending type. A solid metal ruler that won't move.

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Well sadly I am in the single world, I sit alone at night in my apartment, listen to depressing music, eat ice cream and talk to my dogs because I am one of those poor single women that you see on the movies. All my relationships seem to turn very bad, very fast. It is a shame to be honest. But I don't really mind being single as much as I let on. I have no crush at the moment, I am seriously just a girl with no life in the boyfriend department. I am eighteen, single, and happy that way. If I get a relationship I want it to be something good, something reliable that I can count on to last and really be worth it. I want a good boy with good life morals, someone that makes me happy and likes me for me, and not who he wants me to be. I don't take orders well so the man I get with can't be bossy, I really just dream of a funny, smart, sweet, and charming guy that can light a smile on my face, even when I am in my gloomiest of days. And I have a lot of gloomy days. Then again, in my life who wouldn't?

Friends aren't really my strong point, but neither are people to be honest. Me and people don't really see eye to eye. I hate people, they drive me crazy. Even growing up I didn't really have friends, I always got along better with guys then girls anyway because I hate girls. But I currently have two people I consider to be really good friends. My friend Kourtney, my best friend since birth. Joined at the hip for eighteen years. And my friend Clayton. Clay was the only person I never had a fight with, him and I were quite the rebels in school. I don't think either one of us have a high school memory that doesn't include each other, or our high school principal. Kourtney, Clay, and I seemed to always be getting into some troubled situation, whether it be at school, home, or with the law. But what can you say, true friends are hard to come by, and best friends seek to ruin your life? Something like that, either way, I couldn't live without them.

When it comes to the field of enemies, I tend to have a bunch of them. Girls look at me and automatically hate me for no reason, just by a simple one glance. I have a lot of people I absolutely loath and hate, but three people are the only ones that I would ever consider to be an 'Enemy' the three of them would be my sister Mary, who I would like no more then to smash her face into the wall and kill her, my ex-boyfriend Mark who I have strongly considered hiring a hit man on. And my life long arch-enemy Hannah, who mine as well be a speck of dust because she serves about as much purpose as dust.

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Well, people have been reminding me of this since I was very, very, very...very... little, that I am short. I have been called many variations of things that mean short. Pip Squeak is probably the most commonly used one. But I have never let them get to me, personally I could care less what people say to me, I know I'm short, and I am perfectly okay with that. I just where six inch heels to make me seem taller. I am 5 foot nothing, literally I rest on exactly five feet. So with an added six inches from heels I am still under the average height for a woman my age, and it sucks, I think I'm shrinking. I would be okay if I at least stood a few inches taller, maybe 5'3 would be satisfaction enough, but, I'm not. So I have to suffer with being short.

Well, for a girl my height my weight is guessed to be very light, and they would be right, I am very light weighted for my age and for my height. I weight 95lbs, underweight to be honest, considering all my weight is basically muscle anyway, which is sad because muscle weighs more then fat. Over the years I have been diagnosed with on & off anorexia. Not because I think I'm hate or any of that bullsh*t, the reason I have weight problems is because I have a very high metabolism and it is nearly impossible for me to gain weight, but because I hardly ever have time to eat in my run of the day life. I find substitutions for food, and I hardly ever eat anymore. At the moment I am taking pills to deal with this problem, and they seem to be working.

People always say that blondes have more fun, I think its true. I have proven that to be correct quite a few times, but I often have proven that blondes have air for brains a few times to. I have quite a few 'Blonde' moments in the run of a day. My hair color is naturally blonde, bright blonde, I have never coloured it, I have added dark streaks and highlights to it before to bring out the color a bit so it doesn't look as bleach blonde. But I am a blonde, born and raised and stayed as a true blonde. Sadly.

When it comes to my hair, my hair is naturally curly, long, down to my waist curly blonde ringlets. My hair is thick, my hair is soft, and my hair is annoying to try and do anything with. I prefer to have my hair braided and put up some how. I like unique hairstyles that most people are to nervous to ever try. When it comes to me though, the more unique and weirder, the better. I am a strange girl so I like my hair styles to resemble that. But hair is like makeup to me, it always has to be done, and the same thing is never done twice in a week. Things need to be original and my hair is a perfect example of that, I like different. And different seems to like me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder is a saying that is described quite often. It means so many different things, always describing something that cheers people up. I often get told I have beautiful eyes, not that you would be able to see them, I hardly ever don't have sunglasses on. But my eyes are blue, they are a very soft and pale baby blue that sparkles in the sunlight and pales to a bluish grey color. I often get told that people want my eyes, I don't like them though. It has been done to many times, I am the sexual predator of most male sex offenders, the small innocent blue eyed blonde.

Well my legs are long, I'm short, but I have long legs compared to my body, my body blessed me with an hour glass figure and a beautiful ladies six pack of muscles. Although my genetic stream did curse me with a pale skin complexion, if it wasn't for sunlight I would look like a ghost because I'm so pale. What can I say though, everyone has flaws, I definitely have flaws, but I wouldn't change them if it came down to it. My imperfections make me, me, and I am gladly okay with whining about my large rear end and D sized bust. I'm a small and petit little girl but that doesn't mean I don't have large eye goggling features that seems to appeal to men. And yes all you women out there who have ever said different, my breasts are real.

Hmmm, kind of a personal question, but I suppose I wouldn‘t mind telling you. I have multiple tattoo‘s, some you can see, some are hiding. I also have my ears pierced in many different places, I have eight piercing in one ear and seven in the other ear, I have my nose pierced, my bellybutton pierced, and my tongue pierced, as well as my eyebrow. Yes, I am aware, I have a lot of metal on my face. But It is my body and I will do with it as I desire. I don‘t really care what you opinion is. Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one, but that doesn‘t mean you need to flaunt them around in public.

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Well, I'm a weird girl when it comes to style, I am a very girly girl one minute, and a very casual girl the next minutes. I like wearing dresses and skirts. Things that get me noticed and things that allow people to call me pretty. I like looking pretty, and I will do anything to get that compliment. When it comes to fabrics and things ike that though, I fall victim to hating the color pink. I can't even begin to describe how much, sure I have pink clothes here and there. But it is my least favourite color. My usual everyday outfit is a short black pencil skirt and a nice classy shirt, or a bikini. I am often in a bikini, I love them. Bikini's are almost as important to me as sunglasses, but you will hardly ever see me without sunglasses, if you ever see me without sunglasses that is.

Nails are something people obsess over but no one ever see's, sometimes I don't understand it, but I enjoy getting my nails done. So I spend a lot of time in spa's getting manicures to make my nails pretty and fun for everyone to see and enjoy. I love different nails, lots of style and color, something that draws a lot of eyes if you show people. I like to beleive that i am a very unique girl, so to clarify that, I like to sport amazing nails. And currently, I have very long and thick nails, and they are completely natural, all they have on them is the polish and designs, but the nails themselves, are completely me.

I tend to invite people into my house, and they look around and say 'Nice Place' then if they see my bedroom their gaze usually travels to my vanity where the next sentence is usually profanity followed by 'Thats a lot of makeup' Which, in all fairness I have to admit is ture. I have a lot of makeup, I love pretty colors, and I love things that make me prettier. Although I do have a lot of hair products as well, its not just the makeup for my face. Either way, it is a lot more then the average person has, actually, I have a lot more then a few beauty guru's... Don't judge me, makeup is just one of my many addictions.

All women are genetically programmed to have an addiction to shoes, so its in my blood. So can't deny genetics what they want, when they say you are programmed to do something, then you have to do it. Their is no reprogramming. Or at least that is what I tell myself each and every day, I think I buy a new pair of shoes everyday, its getting a little unreal to be honest, I have to many shoes, they are everywhere. My closet is full of shoes *sigh* But shoes are just so pretty and tempting, walking by a pair they just scream at me to pick them up. Its not fair, you can't deny the shoes what they want, and if they want bought, I feel as though it is my job to save them from the crowded shelves of a store.

You will never see me anywhere without sunglasses on, I always have a pair of shades. I can't go shopping without checking out the sunglasses. They are simply an addiction, not because I love shopping and they are a big shopping problem, blah, blah. blah. Surprisingly this addiction has nothing to do with my love for shopping, I simply love sunglasses, they are what make me me, even at the darkest night I still have sunglasses, they are probably just on the top of my head instead of over my eyes, but either way, the sunglasses are always on my head one way or another.

Okay, okay, okay, I get the point, your pushing me about my shopping problem, I get it, you don't need to keep pestering me about my shopping. But, if I have to, I suppose one more answer wouldn't kill me. Okay, listen up, shopping is a problem I admit I have, my closet is a prime example of that. I have a lot of shoes, a lot of bags, and a lot of close, I have had to expand my closet numerous times to fit my clothes. But I have no intention of stopping my shopping. My closet is perfectly fine, annually I do a big clean up and get rid of all the things I don't want or need, I donate them to charity. My shopping is helping everyone out except for myself, so obviously by buying so many clothes I am not being selfish. I am being generous. Or at least thats how I justify my mansion sized closet. Which might I add is three stories big, it is divided into sections, by style, type, season, year, yadda yadda yadda. I even have it seperated into fabrics. My closet is larger then the average house, you have got to love having a lot of money.

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Well, I suffer from depression on and off, and anorexia on and off. Plus I have anxeity problems and a little bit of OCD... Plus I genuinely hate people. I know, I know, a girl like me with depression, 'I wouldn't know depression if it bit me on the a**' yadda yadda yadda, its all the same things that people say. But I do have depression, my depression is caused by an imbalance of a certain chemical in my brain. I regulate and balance the depression out with medication, but thanks to this imbalance, I will always be on the medication, unless I want to suffer depression. The anorexia is because I never have time to eat, petty excuse, I am aware. But thats the excuse I am going with for now. The anxiety, well they say thats genetic, really I think its their way of telling me to calm down, shut up, and stop having panic attacks. But, what do they know? But my biggest problem is 'paranoia' I have a brain that is programmed to remember everything, and due to the things that were pushed into my brain they have drove me 'crazy'

Well, I have a couple, I am allergic to some type of medication that I can't pronounce, and dust makes me stuffed up and hard to breathe. But I only have one allergy that is a deathly allergy that requires immediate hospital attention for, that would be my allergy to... Oh god this is hard to admit... Chocolate. Yes, I am allergic to chocolate. It a smell it, taste it, touch it, or am even around someone who recently had chcolate I can't breathe. As a young child I often had myself in quite a few hard situations, being allergic to chocolate isn't an easy thing. But I got over it, hell my lack of chocolate is probably what made me so small. See, thts just me, able to find the positive in all of the sh*tty negatives.

Well, I have a few addictions that are unhealthy for me, and this is completely crossing out my shopping problem, the biggest addiction I have is cigarettes. I have been smoking cigarettes since I was twelve, and I have no intention of stopping. People tell me that smoking kills me, but jokes on them, because we are all going to die anyway, so why not live it up? Another unhealthy addiction I have is my coffee problem, been drinking coffee since I was twelve, I have developed quite the addiction to the wonderful caffeine beverage, without coffee I turn into the hulk, and it gets scary. Here is a hint, you want to get on my good side and ease me into a good mood right off the bat, let me sleep into ten in the morning and greet me with a staming hot coffee when I awaken. Now, I also have a habit of drinking, I wouldn't call it an addiction, and I mean, it isn't killing me is it? No. So I'll drink alcohol all I want, as long as it doesn't become a project who cares? Thats the same view I have on my occasional marijuana intake.

All the time during my highschool years I was labeled as the smart girl. And I am, I'll be cocky and admit that. i am academically enriched. I learn better and faster then most, my excel is in history and science. But I actually graduated highschool a few years earlier then anyone else. All my years threw highschool I studied, I got my work done. I acted like the over achieving nerd I am. Now I am eighteen years old and what do I choose to do with my brain? Well I desired to start my own art buisness.

I have two puppies to be exact, they are Husky siblings. One male, one female. They are 6 months old, the girl is named Dawn, and the male is named Dusk. Dusk and Dawn are my babies, my pride and joy. And the only thing at the moment that keeps me coming home at night. They protect me and keep me safe. I hate living in a huge house all alone, so I have dogs, and the two of them keep me company... Hopefully if I'm lucky I'll meet a nice man who will come and save me from my dog woman faze.

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I have a lot of favourite things in the world, my favourite color is purple, my favourite car is a lamborghini. A bunch of different things, I am a very picky person in life, I listen to a wide variety of music, my favourite type of music is hard croe rock. I like bands like Slipknow, and I love the music labeled 'Screamo' I absolutley hate pop music, I hate pop music, and pop rock with a passion. My favourite band is Avenged Sevenfold, my least favourite band is One Direction, I have a big hate for the music One Direction plays. Sure I think the boys are attractive, and if offered the choice, if one was nice, charming, and sweet I may take an interest in him, but that doesn't mean I will change my view on the band. I respect them in the sense of what they made of themselves, not who they are as a musical group. My favourite movie is all of the Die Hards, I love action packed movies. My favourite actor is Kristen Stewart... Just kidding, I can't even keep a straight face while saying that, my favourite actor is really Robert Downey Jr. or Hugh Jackman. My favourite book is Dracual by Bram Stoker. My favourite food is Italian. The list goes on and on, constantly throwing loops at you that you really wouldn't suspect from a girl like me. But what can I say... I'm original.

I absolutely hate the color pink... I despise it, it is a horrible color. Shouldn't even be allowed to exist on this panet. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it. I also hate One Direction, love the boys though, especially Harry. But I hate the band, as I don't like the music that they play. I also despise Sushi... Raw fish? Eww. Not my fortê. Another least favourite thing of mine is actors, I have a major dispassion for Kristen Stewart. I mean come on! She isn't a good actress, all her characters turn out the same. She is just an annoying hollywood star that I ouldn't mind slapping some sense into. My least favourite social networking site is Facebook, I find it takes forever to load as it has so much sh*t to load. I like twitter, its fun, has cool names, and you don't have ti wait for friend requests, you jest get to stalk random people.

"I have a dream" ... I better not start my sentence off with that, people get shot saying that. And to all the trolls of the world, its a joke... Come on... Laugh... Its funny... And if you don't get it, that is probably best. Now, truthfully I do have a dream, and its called a good successful art buisness! Is it that hard? Come on, I want people to know my name forever. Other then that dream I really only have one, and that is a really nice man to come along and swoop me off my feet, literally. I want a man who can lift me off my feet. These shoes get tiring you know! Its another joke as well people, actually it was sarcasm, so don't spaz at me for 'Denying women what they fought for with equal rights' trust me, I am more then willing to tell a man to go make his own f*cking sandwhich. But back to the reality of my dreams, I do want to meet a really nice guy, I don't like marriage, I find it a waste of time and money. But eventually... Quite a few years from now, I wouldn't mind having a nice private wedding.

Well, if you beleive in souls, which I don't as I am the biggest athiest you will ever meet, then I will bullsh*t you intoexplaining what my 'soul' is all about. I am about passion, and love, and sweetness. *BLECK* I think I'm going to be sick, truthfully, I have no sweet clue what I'm about, if you have any ideas, please help me elaborate. Because I am stumped, and I have been for years. I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, which is sad, because I'm eigtheen, graduated, and have a business. ctually I don't know which is more sad, the fact that I probably will get sick of art, or the fact I'm eigtheen and still have a lot of growing up to do.

Well, I really strive to be successful and known. I don't know how, but I want to go down in history somewhere as the girl who did something great with her life. I knpow it is a lot to ask for, and a very unrealistic goal to have. Plus it is very selfish. But I want nothing more then that. I have always wanted people to know my name, maybe the reasoning is because of some deep emotionally childhood trauma, who knows. All I know is that this is my goal, and I will make it come true anyway I can.

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Well.. My view on the world is Who Cares? I'll be dead before global warming is a big problem to begin with so I fail to see why I should worry about it. I do my part to save the world by recy;ing. If you expect me to do more then it sucks to be you. Because I am perfectly content with everything now. The worls spins around in a circle, it rotates around a big hot ball of light, the world is a figure of science, it can not be controled by political dictators. So I choose not to p*ss the world off, because the way I see it, if people can beleive in god and that sort of thing, then I will stay strong to the bullsh*t idea that the world will come and bite us on the a** someday.

Politics are annoying, I absolutely hate them, in my eyes the world is filled with political a**holes that need to grow up. I am tired of listening to all the worlds political probelems. You want to get rid of your problems? Get rid of politics. You says that these idiots have the right to dictate what we do. Countries say that they are ruled by the people, but truthfully the people have no damn say in anything.

I hate religion. Actually that is an understatement, I absolutely despise religion. I think it is just a bunch of crazy people in history that told a lie to cover their a**es from getting in trouble. I have no problem with you honouring your religion. I'm an athiest but if you want to be a religious oerson power to you for beleiving in something. If I can believe in nothing, then you can believe in something. Just don't try forcing your opinion on me, because it won't go over well for you.

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People are always scared to admit the truth of the world and the worlds flaws, when they see something that frightens them the initial reaction is to run. Some people run faster then others and some people just back away slowly but still try to flea the scene. The few people who actually have the guts to face their biggest fear and stand up for that fear are the ones that make it the farthest in life. I am the type to stand up and face me fears, I don't run from a battle I welcome them. Welcome them with big smiles and open arms. I allow my mind to take control of the situation and face my inner demons. I have never been one to have fears though, I was always taught that fears are for the weak and to stand up and fight anything that got in the way. So thats what I have grown immune to. Fighting. I'm a rather violent and moody girl, I knows when I can win and when I will most likley lose but I never pass up a fight. I works hard for what I beleive in and face fights and pick battles one by one, never biting off more then I can chew. When my mind is set to something it gets fulfilled. I works out and train but always have and will always have an eye for the things in life I shouldn't have.
When something appeals to her me I take it, no matter what it is I have her fun with it and then throw it aside. Thats where my flirty side comes in. I will flirt with a guy no matter who he may have in his arms, every man is my target and when a girlfriend starts to tell me to back off it only draws me closer to the prey. I alway takes down my prey though, whether its my sexy charm or self confidence that win or just her natural looks and thick accent. I will however admit that someday I will settle down... or so hopes. I really just want a normal everyday relationship. Someone to love and will love me back, someone who is willing to get past all the secrets and lies that build up my character. And someone who will be the type of man who will fight for me.
But despite dreams of one day meeting a decent man and settling down with him my mind is always still going to be sheltered and hard to reach. I don't trust people with any infomration, even my name and age are things I will gradually release over time. I know first hand what it is like to be hurt, hurt physically, hurt emotionally, and to be hurt mentally. No matter what happens to me though I still will never give up on the hope that someday I will find a man that will accepts all of the very tall and hard to pass barriers. And there are alot of barriers, I'm is like an onion you have to peel back layer by layer but there is a hell of a lot of layers to go through. If you hurt me in any way shape or form the layers practially fill back up and will shut you out. I have never been the type to offer second chances, I allow you to prove yourself worthy and depending on how worthy I beleive you are I may be willing to give you a shot, whether that be as a lover or as a friend.

Then again aside from the barriers I also shelter a rough and rigid edge. I am feisty and a royal pain in the a**. I have studied most things in life and has an excellent knowledge in most things, including human behaviour, my training as an assassin enabled me to profile a person on the spot. But thats not all, I can practically recite any histiorical event off by heart, its just a gift. I have a special ability not many have, I never forget anything. And thanks to that amazing talent I'm brilliant. But don't over estimate the goodness of this strength, it is also a tragedy, being unable to forget anything meaning every little detail and fact every seen or heard I will always remmeber, the good... and the bad... but also the horrible. I try my hardest to keep my mind wandering in most areas of social interaction and try not to observe unless required and often fleas bad situations I don't need to be in. I knows my strengths and weaknesses and use both to my best

advantage meanwhile taking advantage of the target at hand. I am trained to see all things as a threat until proven otherwise and will not bow my head down in shame. Holding my head high and proud no matter how ashamed I may be and lying smoothly and swiftly without even a catch of a breath, every little skill and strength I can acquire is perfect for me.
I also have a talent for some normal human activitys though, passions lie with art and music, as well as dance. I can dance gracefully across a dance floor memorizing and replaying every little dance step with complete and utter accuracy just like I can guide my hand along a canvas or peice of paper as I draw or paint. My art work always ends up being a remarkable peice but never do anything with them, always stores them in the attic for safe keeping, to some day admire the scene that is caught in my head as is stuck drawing it. Art is something father had always pushed me to get into, even though it was my idea to have a passion for art he figured that if I wanted to do art he mine as well coordinate it as a technique in life somehow, but I didn't care, as long as it meant she got to do something I loved and put every bit of passion and energy into it I was fine. Dance was the same though, I loved dancing because it brought out my inner princess side, I had always been the type of person to admire beauty so dance was another brilliant way to exhibit beauty, I'm an elegant dancer and used that to advantage, and was pleased when father approved telling me it would help her with her balance and agility.
Well I am a girl with an attitude as people often tell me. I have little interest in doing things that I don't want to do, and I likely won't do it if I don't want to do it. My attention span is very small, if something doesn't seem to automatically catch my interest I tend to struggle to pay attention. But I am a multitasker, a very good one at that, I can do lots of things at once. My brain is good at multitasking, I also have amazing hand eye coordination that I always seem to put to the test. But despite my attitude towards doing things, I also have an attitude towards people, and one that I have no interest in changing. See, I'll let you in on a little secret, I don't like poeple. And when people do something that I dislike I make them aware of it, I am a very opinionated person, I have an opinion. But I can keep it to myself depending on the subject, I know when to open my mouth, and when it is better to bite my tongue. Sometimes I draw blood from biting my tongue so hard. Butwhen it comes down to it I am a girl with an attitude and I am very proud of the attitude I pack with me.
I'm violent and moody, a very unpredictable girl. You never know what to expect, one minute I can be all lollipops and rainbows, the next I can be all grim reaper and death. But for the most part my average mood is just a stubborn sarcastic cranky girl with a big mouth and no sense of self control. people inform me that I am blunt and obnoxious at time. The tell me I need to grow up, and I am well aware of that. But for my age I am mature. I have made something of myself, which is more then all the other people I graduated highschool with can probably say. The day I give a rats a** is the day hell freezes over. And since I don't believe in heaven and hell, that could take a really long time, so I wouldn't hold your breath.
Now when it comes to the typical personality traits I am kind and sweet when I am around people who I like. I have a very low tolerance for bullsh*t normally but the tolerance goes up if I like you. I am capable of being a very good and considerate friend. But don't expect me to give sympathy or empathy. Another trait I have is a sense of humour, I can take a joke, and tell a joke. I love comedy, laughing is something that I enjoy very much. I especially love sarcasm, it brightens my mood on a day when it is very dark and dreary.

You want to know what happened in my child hood? You want a story to scare your kids with. Well my story isn't something that will teach them to eat their veggies, my story is something that you use to torture them. Because every waking minute my past is torturing me, its terrifying, it keeps me awake at nights, it strikes fear into the hearts of others. But everything is okay, because there will come a day when I get my revenge, there will come a day when those who hurt me get the ultimate punishment they reserve. People call me insane, some call me crazy, well gather around the campfire ladies and gentlemen, because I have a story to tell you, that would startle the dead.
It all started the day I was born, my mother was Russian, as if that there doesn't say it all, already I was being born into a genetic pool that would alter my life, not that there is anything wrong with Russia, don't get your knickers in a knot, I am not insulting the country, I simply stating that my expirence with Russians never seemed to go well. I prefer my fathers gene pool, you see my father was Italian, and he had stories that could wake the dead. When I was born so was my twin sister, our parents didn't want me, they wanted her, so she was taken home, and I was tossed on the street. A woman found me, a woman with black hair and a devilish look in her eyes that frightened the young spirited hearts of children. She was involved in black market shady deals, she had mental problems, she was convinced she was a witch, she took my blood and salivia, she preformed voodoo on me, she cut me and scarred me, until she was convinced she had enough of me, so she sold me, and from there I went to my next owner, a man with a pregnant wife, the happy couple needed to practice taking care of a child, I was only two months old, and they were only thirteen, I was dropped and shook, meanless to say, I hope their baby died in the womb, it would have a better life that way.
When I was transferred to my next owner I ended up in Russia, somehow managing to make my way into an elite Russian spy group whos determination was to destroy the United States government, I was there till I was six, getting meet and raped, but that is to ethcy to include in my story so we will only glaze over that and you can let it sink in that it did happen, I was often used as a sex slave or a punching bag. But they were determined to drill into my mind that I was to be the key part of thier tacticle missions. They drilled into my mind all different types of languages and parts of history that they don't teach kids in school. I was forced to learn everything I could, but that wasn't a problem. I have photographic memory, and never forget a thing, that is part of what makes my past terrify me so much, constantly forced to relive it. Anyway, we are getting off subject. The made me gain as much knowledge as I could, by the time I was six I was a walking encylopedia, I could spew out any fact you asked. I knew science, math, history you name it I could lecture you on it.
All the other kids were jealous, they were getting double the punishment because the boss man wanted them to be more like me, I was the poster child for them. Pathetic, but I enjoyed the attention. One day the boss escorted me into his office, it had never happened before, no one ever got to see the man. The man shipped me off to Italy I was to become a member of one of Italy's rebelious groups. While I was in Italy I met a bunch of interesting people, each who had a pass at using me as their punching bag or play toy. But I long ago accepted that, what I hadn't expected was to come across my uncle. The man stole me away he took me to his place, he was an arms dealer and a drug dealer, he got me involved with his shipments, I was used to memorize the information. He used me, when he wasn't beating me that is. The man took pride in my pain, he was not only physcially abusive, but once again I was in the care of a man who enjoyed to sexually abuse me. That continued for four years. When I was ten he shipped me off to America, literally, he threw me on a motorboat with a sailer. He packed only enough supplies for the sailor and left me to starve on the long journey from Italy to America.
When we got to the US I was then thrown into the foster system, where I went from family to family, expirencing all different forms of abuse. None of them were any better then the rest, but I accepted it and studied my little butt off, gaining as much knowledge as I could. And eventually by the time I was eleven the government put me in University schooling, where in under a year I gained all the knowledge they had to offer, and soon I began to do the teaching. The US government in a way turned out to be no better then the Russian spies, although the government did not abuse me they were the root cause of my insanity. They used my knowledge as a weapon. They drilled things into my head, used me as a testing monkey to help cure memory diseases. But the also had me on the extremely dangerous list. My only ally was a man from Italy, who I later learned to be my father. When I was fourteen my father revealed himself and started to teach me all her knew, he was an assassin in Italy so he taught me the way of the blade. I progressed in the physical skills needed and soon with my agility levels, my knowledge, and my urge for revenge I became exactly what the US government feared. So I was slammed as ED -Extremely Dangerous. And soon I was not only a lab rat. I was being used as a skill for agencies. The FBI and CIA both wanted me, they wanted to recruit me, but by the time I was sixteen the damage was done. I was 'driven insane' by the government. They pushed me to a level well I knew things they didn't want me to know, they tried everything to straighten out my mind, but it was to late. They tossed me in a mental facility. They called me crazy, claimed I was delusional. But truth betold they are terrified of me, the doctors think the writing I do on the walls of my bedroom in the institute is useless paranoid jiberish. But the government knows better, they know that buried behind the crazy is the deadly weapon they created. There paranoied with what I know, its driving them crazy. Because they know that the symbals I draw, the words I speak, isn't just jiberish. Its the coded knowledge that they didn't want released to the public.
Now I'm locked up in a mental institute where they put the crazy people, they treat me like I am flat out insane. Which isn't completely incorrect. But they will eventually find out what is in my brain, I swear it on my life.

Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I know because I've done it thousands of times.

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name; ☼ Christopher Liam Lockley
nickname; ☼ Liam
age; ☼ 18
gender; ☼ Male

Hello, my name is Christopher Liam Lockley. I am an eighteen year old male who is currently residing in a mental institute? Why, well I wonder why. Jeez you people are noisy. I don't share information about my self, you know my name and age, if you can't pronounce it I will punch you in the face. It isn't rocket science.

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[Ozara]

{ Aaaaaabsolutely accepted believe. And that's an impressive form in length and detail. I'll add her soon C: Tell me when you finish the male. }