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[nimrod.]

:: welcome c: kat . should have hers up later today, she said she is sorry for the wait everyone c: ::

[lady windle.]

"My name is Cinderella Di Marzolf."

"Nick Names Are Ella. Cid. Di."

"I'm a Female if you can't see that as plan as day."

"I'm 19 years old. And don't ask again."

"My eyes are Mocha Brown."

"My hair is red. Well it was Blonde but I hate it."

"My parents Eliana and Paul Marzolf."

"My sibling Jacob Marzolf."

"I currently am Single."

"I am from Aubervilles, France."

"Pets are Madame ; Monsieur"

"My Forms are Love Bird ; Squirrel ; Fox"

Personality

For something that I am sure that I can go and on and on and on for ever and day just to see if I could tell you enough. But for the reason of I am sure you do not have that long I am going to try and make this well short and sweet. I am a talker, I love to talk, talk, talk! I love to make friends as well and just see what I can do no matter what. I love to push myself and try new things. I am never scared to do anything one time no matter what it is. But on the other hand I do not like to talk to people I do not know. I mean if you talk to me and we get to know one another I am a bubble of fun but if you are just some random person I am pretty awkward oh well. Also I have a strong ascent if it is hard to understand me just ask a question and I will be sure to try and say it the best that I can. After all I am not from here. But we will get more into my past later on. I love to laugh, and giggle, and smile and do all that kind of things. I rarely ever am inside for to long, I do not own a TV and I love music! You can find me dancing around the streets or in a salon! I hate not being moving and up and doing things. I am not a lazy person at all. Dancing and Singing is something I really really enjoy. OH! I also love coffee, coffee is amazing. Which may be why I rarely ever get much sleep at night and most of the time I am called a night owl. I love to draw as well and do that all the time. I describe myself through that all the time and I am working on making my own salon to show all of my work and all that, but right now I do not have that much money so that is still a work in progress. And since my whole family leaves in France it is not easy to get much help from them so I am on my own. For now I work in a coffee shop and do what I can. I don't really no one anyone but of course I am working on that.

If you would like to know more about me and get to know me better feel free to pop into my work or just talk to the dancing girl that is bobbing down the street. You can not offend me in any way shape or form so do not worry about that. I know I am weird and honestly I am rather proud of that. That is Me.

History

Born in Aubervilles, France with my mother and father and my oldest brother Jacob I was a curly top little baby with blonde hair and my deep brown eyes. I was the child that they wanted well beside my brother they loved him dearly but all of them wanted a girl and a little girl and that was me. Of course they loved me dearly and they were a rich little family living the high life, having everything that we ever wanted, from toys, to cars, to movies, to etc. Oh well that was just my life and not all the time did I like it. But I couldn't help it. When I finally entered my teen years and my brother as well we were ready to drive and for the most part we got the best cars around. I was the rebel kid for the rich family. I wanted to do my own thing run my own make my own money not have it passed down to me from rich mommy and daddy.

But of course I did not have a bad life and that was when I had the idea of going to the wonderful world of the United States. What a place and a way to live that was turning out to be. A way to be away from the long help of my parents and to be on my own and make my own life and all of that good stuff. Boy did mom and dad not like that, their little rich daughter wanting to live this place of Paris. That wasn't good. But oh well when I hit 16 I started to buy up all the tickets I needed to get to where I am going and soon enough I was on my way. I packed up my babies (dogs) and got into the plane waved good bye to my parents and brother and here I as in this new place of America. On My Own!

Other I am the Sweet Heart

[king-rascal.]

{-Ow,ow shes pretty Kat. ^^

[lady windle.]

{ thank you love! :D

[king-rascal.]

{- Any time! :D

[nimrod.]

:: she looks great c: love that fox as well c: very cute and unique bud. Well, I will work on my posts c: ::

[lady windle.]

[[ lol well thank you ^^ Oh and I will wait for you to post then ^^ unless you would like me too. ]]

[nimrod.]

:: no no, go ahead kat c: just have it in the morning and everyone is waking up and heading down to have breakfast, best way to start it off lol ::

[lady windle.]

[[ can do c: & I am looking up some images for you right now cx ]]

▸ c i n d e r e l l a ◂
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female ├ mood; happy go lucky ├ with; no one ├ my love; no one ├ location; dinning hall

↺ The red headed girl took in a deep breath as she made her way down the hallway, her long red hair was draped down her back for she had thrown it over her shoulder. her bangs cut perfectly across her face she seemed to have not a care in the word for the fact that she was on the too be killed list. Oh well in all honesty that was just who Cinderella was. A happy go lucky, sweet heart. She wore a loose white top that said "Cridder Catcher" on it, it was her favorite shirt, it was not tight at all but under neath she wore a white lace top that hid any skin that maybe shown. On her legs she wore worn out tight ripped on the thigh and calf skinnie jeans with black boots that covered up to her ankle. This was one of her favorite outfits.

Granted she hated this school, and most of the people in it but what was the point of being all down about it, the time would come when they would get what was coming to them. Hearing a nose come from down the hallway the girls eyes flicked from the window and to a boy that had been pushed over but a bully named Tray. She rolled her eyes and walked quickly to him pushing Tray out of the way "Why don't you pick on someone your own size for once? You know if we are late for the breakfast we all get in trouble. Now off with you" Tray sucked his teeth and took on his way down the hallway. This boy on the ground was new. She reached out her hand to him which he took and she lifted him up "You okay?" the boy nodded his head as she smiles "Come on don't wanna be late" she turns grabbing some of his books so he would half to follow her to the dinning hall, for their normal, rather nasty... Breakfast.

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" This is me & my many unique forms, each one different from the last."

[nimrod.]

- p a u l -

Paul was already seated at the table as always, a few of the normals filling in, his attention focused on the bowl of apple cinnammon oatmeal, same as everyone else had this morning. And well, to be frank its not quite his favorite, but then again, it isn't the worst either. For example, he absolutly can't stand pancakes. But he eats whatever they give, if not then well, he would be a tad hungy. He grunted to himself, sticking a spoon in the lumpy substance and sticking it in his mouth, wincing slightly at the revolting sour apple, but chewing and swallowing, about to take in another bit when he spotted Cinderella with what appeared to be some new student, flashing the young man a friendly and encouraging smile. "Morning Cinderella, you as well. I'm Paul." He introduced himself, standing up and shaking the guy's hand, shrugging his shoulders as he asked about the food. "Hey, it hasn't killed anyone yet." He joked good naturally with a cheeky grin, sitting back down, the same spots as always around, seeing the person that usually sat on the other side of Cinderella was gone and figuring the new guy could sit there. Only polite to be nice and give a friendly invitation. Correct? Yes. He took another bite of the oatmeal, looking up at Cinderella with watery eyes. "Its aweful sour today." He muttered unhappily, but took it down all the same, watching as Jason sat down across from him and shaking his head as he pushed his oatmeal over to him. "Jase, don't be such a damn baby and eat it alright?" He 'suggested' raising a brow to Jason as though daring him to do something about it, and wincing instantly as he kicked his shin. "I take it your having a good morning." He commented gruffly as he stared down to his hardening oatmeal, frowning as he saw Jason leave out of the corner of his eye. Ok, so apparently he really wasn't have a very good morning after all.

- j a s o n -

Jason had woken up, his loppsidded bed was rather uncomfortable, but he dealt with it. Its not like he could blame it on anyone other than himself, and if he would ever dare to tell the principal, he was sure he would only get in trouble. Men and women weren't supposed to do anything of the sort, and well, he had broken the leg of his bed in the midst of some wild night. Oh well, can't take it back now. All he knew was that nothing was worse than when he had very unfortunatly impregnated some girl and that was all soon found out by hunters, she got out of school for just a short while, and then she was captured and murdered, simply because it was possible her child could be one of 'them'. Thinking about that just ruined his mood to start with, and then it didn't help when he hit his head on the sharp edge of his bed, groaning in displeasure and moving his hand up, feeling some sticky blood and shaking his head in disbelief. Ridiculous. He sighed, getting out of bed, slipping on some underwear and sweatpants before heading out and down to one of the bathrooms, sticking his head under the sink faucet and washing away the blood. Waving to some guy he had seen around before as he walked in, feeling like a dumb*ss already so why not add onto it. He left the bathroom, wet curly hair and shirtless, but hey, no teacher ever seemed to come around, they pretty much lived on their own, this wasn't even a school, really just a holding grounds, a place for the typical humans to come when their parents are done with putting up with their lousy attitude. Making his way over to his seat he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he spied the oatmeal, flicking his gaze over to Paul and seeing him eat his. "Hey, why don't you just take mine, I hate the stuff anyways." He muttered, attempting to push it over but it was only returned along with a comment that he knew wasn't to be taken seriously, Paul was like his brotner, but her, he was just sick of this morning. "Ain't that sweet." He muttered, kicking Paul in the shin with a hard glare as he stood back up and left, making his way out to the courtyard, flicking his sapphire blue eyed gaze around, not seeing anyone so he made his way behind a patch of trees, pelling off his clothing and throwing them back out of sight before simply changing into a raccoon, the little bandit fit him perfectly. No, everyone knew it was him, but hey, he had been too lazy to go up stairs, and he hadn't wanted for anyone to see him in the nude, and he didn't want one of the girls to find his clothes and hide them again. That hadn't been a fun day. So, little raccoon Jase scampered across the grass, hopping up onto one of the stone benches as he simply thought over who's rooms he would hit today while they were down at breakfast.