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Tiero is clever and restless. Her mind has a tendency to wander, and she can become slightly dazed, simply laying about for a while in thought before becoming alert again.

She likes mind games, research, and talking about whatever has caught her interest. It changes a lot, and she deems a lot of things stupid just because she can't understand them, sometimes becoming stubborn to work with.

She loves music and will often lounge around listening to it. She will immediately like anyone who mentions the same music she does - though she is rather picky with it and may start disapproving if she doesn't think they truly 'appreciate' it. It's not entirely certain what her standards are, but it's hard for her to get past them.
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[albinny trancy]

This colour = Charlie
This colour = Roxanne

Username;; Welcome, weary traveler! I am Deadman's Charade. You might have seen me around Character Adoption Addicts Anonymous, but I assure you, I'm beginning to start anew with all my new characters.
Nicknames;; You may call me Charlie, Char, or Charlotte, as that is my real name.
Why I want her?;; I dare you to look at her. Alright. Now look at me. Isn't it obvious enough that I'd give her a loving home? I'd love her forever, make her a darling fursona, and make her all pretty. c: //shot
Joking aside, I'd give her a caring home and treat her like a queen, as she deserves no less. She has a marvelous design, and I want to have her as a memorial. Of what, I don't know yet. But when I think of it, I'll tell you.
What will I do for her?;; First, I'd fill out a form. Yeah. I think that'd be important. Then, I would draw her like a madwoman, order art of her, write stories, etc, etc. Then, I would keep editing my form until it is at the peak of perfection, and add all the art I've ordered/drawn to it. Yeah. It would be so purdy. Then, last but not least, use my secret weapon. PRAY TO THE LORD ALMIGHTY I AM GRACED TO GET HER.
What will I do if I get her?;; Hoboy. This would be a sight to see.
First, upon recieving the news, I would squeal several octaves high, bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. Then, I would run around my house like a little girl on Christmas day who has just received her first ever dolly. I would run up to my parents, hopping around like a rabbit on caffeine, then scream, "I GOT MY BABY!!!"
While they question my sanity, I'd be on my laptop, drawing up some victory art, thus ending the wild Charlie's happy dance.


Name;; Hey dudes and dudettes, what's up? My name's Roxanne, but you guys can call me Roxy.
Age;; Uhm, didn't your mama ever teach you to NEVER ask a lady's age? Pfft. I'm no lady. I'm eighteen.
Gender;; Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were an idiot. Seriously, by the sound of my voice, my build, and eyes alone should've told you I'm a girl!!!
DOB;; I was born January 25, 1995.
Personality;;

I'll take over, here.
.:Bratty:.
HEY!!!
Roxanne is, in a word, spoiled. She constantly will harass people about getting something done, or having things done her way. If they're not, she can get a bit rotten, and will attack. (For her small size, she can leave quite the dent.) Which leads us to her next 'wonderful' personality trait...
.:Stubborn:.
Yes, Roxy is as stubborn as a mule. She has a tendency to argue with you about everything. Say the sky is blue? She'll say it's green. Have a certain opinion about _______? She'll argue with you about it, saying she's right. No matter what the subject is, she'll fight with you.
.:Sophisticated?:.
Oh yes. Though she certainly never acts like it, Roxy is very sophisticated and calm on the inside. She was raised as a proper lady, and is driven crazy by the littlest of rude actions. If you place your elbows on the table, or burp without saying excuse me, she'll practically bite your head off. She's very concerned about these little things.
.:A true blue Rocker:.
Her favourite band is Sleeping with Sirens, her favourite song being [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddQZVSfz95M]If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn. She has an unhealthy obsession with Kellen Quinn, obviously his number one fan, and will nearly kill you if you say he or his music sucks.

History;;
Roxanne's history is surprisingly normal.
...If you count being kidnapped, watching her mother die right before her eyes, being held hostage, and being forced to kill another soul as being 'normal.'
From the moment she was born, Roxy's life was filled with misery and tragedy. Her father abandoned her, and her mother was left to care for her only daughter. Being an only child, you can imagine that Roxanne's mother was very protective of her daughter. Audrey, Roxanne's mother, would follow her daughter everywhere and protect her from harm, whether it be a bumblebee or a bully.
Then she died.
It started out as a normal, average day. Roxanne was getting ready for school when she heard her mother cry out and a loud thud. She ran out to see another Newton with a knife gripped tightly in his tail, holding Roxanne's mother down with his paw. Roxy screamed as the Newton, a pale white albino, slashed Audrey's throat with the knife. Crimson life poured out of her as she coughed up blood, death filling the air.
Roxanne shrieked, trying to run, when the albino lunged at her, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck. He dragged her away, forcing her to follow him as he led her to an abandoned shack. The albino turned to her and glared, stalking forward, knife held high. It was painfully obvious what he was planning to do.
Then, Roxy snapped.
She grabbed the knife with her tail and tackled the albino, clawing and biting at his throat. Roxanne scratched at his face, leaving three scars over his left eye. I fear the rest is too violent and gruesome to tell, but I can assure you, she got her revenge.

I twitched, watching the crimson liquid pour out of Red Eye's empty, soulless body, my tail flickering like an open flame. I sighed heavily, head hung low, as tears seeped through my eyes, dripping down onto the floor. I whimpered like a pup, padding out of the cabin and heading towards my home. When I arrived, I immediately raced over to Mama's corpse, sobbing loudly. "Mama! Mama, please, come back!" I howled, burying my muzzle in her chest, ignoring the feeling of eyes on me as I wept.
"Hello?"
I gasped and turned around, seeing a Fleshy cub, looking inside the den. She was too big to fit in; all Fleshies are. Her eyes met mine and she squeaked, reaching a large hand in and snatching me in her grip. I screamed, struggling as she pulled me out. "Mama! Mama, wake up! Please, Mama, HELP ME!!!" I shrieked, clawing at the air desperately as I was tugged out into the open.
The Fleshy cub looked to me with odd, hazel eyes (hazel was an uncommon colour in my time) and placed a hand on my cheek. She giggled, standing quickly. I screamed as the ground left me quickly, as I was taken away to the Fleshy cub's home. I squealed as everything suddenly went black.

"Daddy! Daddy, lookie what I found!"
I opened my magenta eyes and regretted it almost immediately. Four Fleshies, two cubs and their parents, surrounded me, all hazel eyes watching me curiously. The older of the cubs walked over and immediately started petting me, like I was some sort of pet! Can you believe it? Obviously, I hissed and tried snapping at her, but she pulled away too quick. "That thing's mean, Daddy," she said in her foreign language that seemed so strangely familiar. "You should get your shotgun. It could have rabies."
The younger of the cubs looked horrified, and quickly scurried over, holding me in a protective grip. "Don't kill her, Daddy!" she howled, causing me to wince. :I promise, she's really nice, mean ol' Caitlyn prob'ly scared her too badly!"
"Now, children," said the Brute, obviously their father. "Calm down. It's obvious Charlotte wants it as a pet. Maybe if we let it settle for a day, it'll warm up to us.
'It?' Oh, it was obvious by now I was offended. Smoke was practically coming out of my ears as I growled at the Brute, snapping at him. Charlotte, the younger cub, poked me roughly in a scolding manner. "Bad weasel!" she said. "Don't bite Daddy!" Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew I'd hate it here.

Great. Now I was some Fleshy cub's 'pet.' How much more offending could this get?
It had been a week, now, and I still wasn't used to this new life. Charlotte was listening to her little gadget with headphones, as she called them, as I was curled up at the foot of her bed. I had to admit, it was plush and soft, and she'd let me sleep there without bothering me, so I was neutral at that time.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. I growled threateningly, warning Charlotte to back off, or else. She immediately withdrew her hand, squeaking and pouting. "If you're not going to be polite, weasel, I'm going to set you off into the streets again!" she huffed.
I scoffed and turned away, glaring at the wall. That was another thing. These idiotic Fleshies thought I was a weasel. Honestly? I was far too gorgeous to be a dumb old weasel! When I was sure she wasn't watching, I mumbled, "I'm no weasel, you know."
Charlotte gasped, dropping her gadget and staring at me, awestruck. I looked over at her lazily, missing her point. "What? You're probably catching flies, you know."
"You...You can talk?" Charlotte said, inching closer to me.
That caught me off guard. I stood, stretching out and muttering sourly, "Yeah, so?"
In seconds Charlotte's face was to mine. "Say more," she demanded.
"You're an idiot."
Well, that had the effect I had hoped. She recoiled in shock, glaring. "You're really rude!" she said, obviously offended. "Who taught you manners? Honestly, what would your mother say?"
I glared hatefully, stalking towards Charlotte. "My mother," I growled, "was an honourable woman. She loved me dearly, and she can't say anything right now. Why? SHE'S DEAD, IDIOT."
Charlotte gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "I...I'm so sorry...I had no idea..."
"Well no one could ever understand me, so I didn't bother telling," I huffed, turning around and hopping off the bed. Charlotte followed close behind.
"Sorry, I've never had a pet before, much less a talking one," she giggled. "So what's your name?"
"My mother named me Roxanne, and I wish to be referred to as such," I said, pointing my nose towards the sky. Charlotte snorted. "Mind if I call you Roxy?" she asked. I glared and sighed, plopping down on the floor. She sat beside me, hesitantly placing a hand on my back. I didn't mind it too much this time, so she started stroking me, smiling.
Maybe I could get used to this.

Charlotte pulled a sweatshirt over her head as I watched from my perch on her dresser, watching calmly. She had those darn headphones in her ears, but I could just barely hear the music blaring. I sighed. I wanted to listen, too...
I noticed her little gadget on the dresser, just sitting there plainly. The headphones were connected to that...
In seconds, I had pulled the plug out of the little machine, hearing the beginning notes of a very loud song. Charlotte, or as she had started calling herself, Charlie, gasped and turned off the tiny music maker, glaring at me.
"Roxy, do you want my parents to hear us?!" she hissed.
I shrugged and sat down, grooming my fur. "I wanted to see what you were listening to," I said, smiling. "Who was that? It sounded like a girl."
"Kellen Quinn is NOT a girl," Charlie laughed, petting me. "He's a singer of a band called Sleeping with Sirens."
"Sleeping with...Sirens? That sounds pleasant," I chuckled, padding towards the music maker. "I like him."
Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad.

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"We’re all different people and we’re allowed to be different from one another. If someone ever says you’re weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don’t curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hat. That’ll show them."

Quirks;; Roxanne has a tendency to bite the inside of her cheek when she's nervous.
She likes to sing....a lot.
She has a habit of biting her paws.
Strengths;; +Her independence means she's not easily tricked.
+Roxy has an undying loyalty to her friends.
+Roxanne can fight exceptionally well.

Weaknesses;; -She's very stubborn, and wants only her way.
-Roxy has a tendency to argue...A lot.
-Roxanne has a problem of working with others.
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[broodingtulip]

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Hai! I'm Blondie. though I may be changing it sometime soon <3

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I would name her Alice.
It may be a simple, common name, but it has a flare, edgy sound to it that reminds me of rock.

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Not your typical female, she's a feminist at heart but despises pink and pop. Bass makes her world alive, and drums are the sound of her beating heart.
Alice is a rocker, a punk. Always has been, alwasy wil be. She is creating mischief and chaos everywhere- it's her middle name. She is energetic and crazy, like a never-ending sugar rush. She can never sit down or stay in one place, and is often found dancing. She is loud and outgoing, ha, she's never been shy. She loves being the center   attention, she craves attnetion, after all. She is a compulsive liar and liies on instinct- whether she likes it or not. However much of a tough, bag-girl reputation she has, she is insecure. She cares about what others think, and is usually dressed-to-impress. She has low self-esteem. But when it comes to singing, she feels confident. Nobody understands her- she's misunderstood.

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Burst
With energy
Collide
come talk to me
Run
from all dem stars
Crazy
that's what you are

Here the bass
I'm gonna take you to another place
Hear the strum hear the bang
Listen the words that I sing
Sing a sing sing along
To the words I sing
For you

Looks
can be decieving
Don't
believe what you hear
Come
talk to me
When the sun goes down
You'll realize

Here the bass
I'm gonna take you to another place
Hear the strum hear the bang
Listen to the the words that I sing
So sing a song sing along
To the words I sing for you

and I couldn't
find a perfect masterpiece
And time's running
Running away from me
And I know in the end
mhmm
And I know in the end
And I know

Here the bass
I'm going to take to another place
Hear the strum hear the bang
Listen to the words I sing
So sing a song sing along
To the words I sing for you
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the song has an odd tune xD

[berceuse]

Dropping out. ^^' Don't have time to make art/stories/etc ;-;

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➳ ａ ｒｏｓｅ ｉｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｌｉｆｅ. ｉｔ ｂｌｏｏｍｓ ｗｈｅｎ ｔｉｍｅｓ ａｒｅ ｇｏｏｄ, ａｎｄ ｗｉｌｔｓ ｗｈｅｎｉｔ'ｓｂａｄ.
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rebellious ; prankster ; laid-back ; flirty ; unique ; opinionated

"we all share the some wishes && dreams, but sometimes at different p a c e s"

____________L e t' s . t a k e . i t . e a s y . n o w. .a l r i g h t ? - ★ -

name;; nevada lexii (dylan) xandra - see nicknames
nicknames;; neve, ada, avery, also spelled nevadah
pronunciation;; neve-ah-dah, also nəˈvadə
definition;; a place/location, no official one

gender;; female, chick, girl, lady, etc, isn't it obvious?
theme song;; runaway - avril lavigne
typing style;; 6C1239 - a purplish pink similar to her eyes
age;; sixteen years old, turning 17 next year
zodiac;; sagittarius ♐ - the centaur
sexuality;; asexual, straight; love can wait

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Got up on the wrong side of life today, yeah
Crashed the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work 'cause it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kind of days

You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground
No, you can't 'cause you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies but the sun isn't coming out, no
Today it's like I'm under a heavy cloud

And I feel so alive
I can't help myself, don't you realize

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and runaway, yeah

I just want to fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like heck
Forget about everything and runaway, yeah

So so's how I'm doing if you're wondering
I'm in a fight with the world but I'm winning
Stay there, come closer it's at your own risk
Yeah, you know how life is

I feel so alive
I can't help myself, don't you realize

What's your favorite artist?
"Hm. An appropriate question. Avril Lavigne."

Favorite color, animal, && accessory?
"A lime green or monotone..panther..these checkered socks."

Why those accessories?
"They're not just any accessories..they show uniqueness from others."

Why do you prefer "Navadah" over "Nevada?"
"Nevada is too simple. Common. Navadah shows more difference..plus I like the letter h. It's a cool letter."

Why those beads in your hair?
"Well..why wouldn't I have them? They're better than any other hair accessory...and that's a fact; no opinion."

Do you like candy? If so, which types?
"Candy..meh. It's okay. I don't like much..but, tootsie rolls are a favorite for me. It's a miracle. Chewy, soft, silky candy..simple."

Favorite food && drink?
"Rootbeer, being the drink, and, cupcakes as the food."

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ｓｔｉｌｌ ｓｈａｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ ｄｒｅａｍｓ..

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