ＰＵＭＰＫＩＮ ＰＡＴＣＨ; My Charries

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ωᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʟʟʏ ɪғ ωᴇ ωᴀɴᴛ

ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ｑｕｅｅｎ'ｓ ｃｈａｒｒｉｅｓ

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ－ 'Ａ'

➳ Arzu ;; Female ;; WIP
➳ Adam ;; Male ;; WIP
➳ Alyssa ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Archie ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Bristol ;; Female ;; WIP
➳ Beck ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Basil ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Benjamin ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Cali ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Callan ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Cameron ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Caleb ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Dakota ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Dale ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Dara ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Derby ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Ellisa ;; Female ;; Finished
➳ Edan ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Easton ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Eli ;; Male ;; Finished

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➳ Fallon ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Ferris ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Fantine ;; Female ;; Finished
➳ Finch ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Gaea ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Gage ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Gail ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Garrett ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Harley ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Harrison ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Heidi ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Hayden ;; Male ;; No Form

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➳ Ireland ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Ian ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Iris ;; Female ;; WIP
➳ Isaac ;; Male ;; No Form

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ－ 'Ｊ'

➳ Jocelyn ;; Female ;; WIP
➳ Jace ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Jamie ;; Female ;; Finished
➳ Joseph ;; Male ;; No Form

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ－ 'Ｋ'

➳ Kristen ;; Female ;; WIP
➳ Kyle ;; Male ;; No Form
➳ Kacie ;; Female ;; No Form
➳ Kaden ;; Male ;; No Form

[pumpkin.]

I never liked this form anyways XD

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Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel..., can you feel my heart?
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Can you help the hopeless?
Well, I'm begging on my knees,
Can you save my ******* soul?
Will you wait for me?
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I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

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ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｉｃｅ ;;
This lovely little lady goes by the name of Arzu- Arzu { Are-Zoo } Bella Tananglia { Ten-Angel-Leeah }. I'm afraid you can't call her anything else, for there's not exactly any way to shorten the name 'Arzu'. That is, unless you're one of her close family members, then you're technically authorized to call her 'Zu' or, more commonly, 'ZuZu'. Little to no people call her by her middle name, Bella, so you can cross that off of your list of nicknames. There would be no point of calling her by her middle name when you can just use her first name. I mean, let's use some common sense here. And don't even suggest using her last name as a nickname; that, my friend, would be completely idiotic. Now that I've made my point with nicknames, I believe we can move onto the origination of her name. Arzu was given her first name by her mother; she was named after a childhood friend of her mother's that passed only weeks before Arzu's birth. The name originates from the Persians and means 'desire'. Her father suggested Bella as her middle name because of its Italian origination and its meaning of 'beautiful'. It was supposed to be used as encouragement when his little girl grew older and reached the point of maximum pressure. The last name Tananglia has no meaning, as do no other last names, but it does seem to come from her father's Italian origination. That is really all you can say about Arzu's name.

Typically I would care to ask if your parents ever told you it's impolite to ask a lady her age, but as of now, I don't believe there's any need for that. A question is a question, much like a word is a word. Arzu is, in fact, seventeen years of age. Not young, nor old. She was born on a warm August day- the seventeenth, to be precise. And, to be exact, you should know she was born at 3:07 in the morning; that must've been a pleasant wake-up-call, huh?

Despite what others used to say, Arzu is, in fact, considerably pretty. Though bulimia took its toll on her appearance, she never changed much. She inherited her mother's ginger hair-color, and her father's warm, chocolate brown eyes { x }. Unlike what may be assumed, Arzu's ginger hair is no 'wild mane' that she can't tame; in fact, it's particularly easy to control. Sure, it's naturally wavy, but it's often straightened just so it looks better. No jungle or rat's nest is on the girl's head. As for her eyes- well, they explain themselves. There's no particular way to describe them besides 'chocolate brown'. Except, despite Arzu's shyness, they always seem warm and welcoming. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Drag my hand behind you like a chain behind a truck.
Sparks over your carpet
While I chase you through the darkness.
Somebody's supposed to fall in love,
But nobody even calls.
Somebody's supposed to...
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Tear this place apart until you find me hiding,
Silently I wait.
You'll be excited just to see me someday. Everything's ok.
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Love, don't forget to bleed so slowly.
Haunted hearts, we melt over the fabric of your floor.
I'm holdin' her just like she's gold, but
I've been running from the sun. Oh no, no.
And if I ever catch the ones who hurt you,
I'm hoping that God looks away this time.
Why would I let you go?

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ｔｈｅ ｄｉａｍｏｎｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｕｇｈ ;;
Now, let me start off Arzu's history by telling you her parents weren't..., perfect. Not even close. In fact, her parents were the high-school rebels. The depressing truth is Arzu was a mistake waiting to happen. And, after a few close-calls, the mistake was made. Soon after discovering she was pregnant, Eliza, the traumatized soon-to-be-mother, went off searching for an abortion without even informing the father about his child. Eliza's mother learned of her daughter's mishap, and found the father, Ronnie; hastily telling him about Eliza's drastic decision seemed like the best option at that time. Hunting down Eliza, Ronnie assured her that nothing bad would come out of their mistake- what a lie that was. He felt nothing towards his future child, and neither did she. Arzu Bella Tananglia was soon born on her designated due date, to two apprehensive parents. As they gazed dumb-founded at their daughter, it was silently decided that no care would be shown, and no love would be earned. And the new parent's inaudible vow was taken seriously. As little Arzu grew into a beautiful young girl, she was harshly neglected, ignored by her parents. Little-to-no attention was offered to the fragile child, and when they did pay her any attention, it was often just verbal abuse. You're nothing but a mistake. Nobody wants you here. Why did I have such an ugly child? God, what did I do to deserve this hideous girl? This went on for years. At the age of twelve, Arzu made an attempt to give herself a complete makeover, hoping to impress her parents; her struggle was to no avail. Her ginger locks had been attempted to be dyed blonde, but turned out a sickly yellow; the hair she had attempted to trim was ragged and worn, and cuts shrouded the edges of her face where the scissors pricked at her skin. She begged her parents not to force her to go to school that day, but she was shoved out the door with only a hat and her backpack. Trusting her hat and a sweatshirt to cover up what she'd done to herself, Arzu went through the school day like any other- until sixth period. Now, what occurred was to be expected; it was a school rule, after all, that no hats were allowed to be worn in the building. The teacher swiped Arzu's hat away, and her ravaged appearance was revealed to the mortified stares of classmates. After a few moments of disgusted silence, the class burst into laughter; and that was where it all began. The bullying, I mean. Hey, Goldilocks; mind giving me a makeover? I need a Halloween costume that can make me win the 'creepiest costume' award. The taunting jibes were continuing at both school and home, even when Arzu's hair changed back to normal and the wounds she had inflicted on herself healed. In her freshman year of high-school, the 'popular' girls began beating Arzu whenever the chance was found. It was mainly seventh period, before and after gym class, in the girls' locker room. Imagine how it felt, knowing the exact time and place where the people who you once were friends with, released their hatred. Let me give you a hint; it certainly didn't make you feel good about yourself. Arzu's insecurities grew at a humongous pace over the years, until it ultimately took its toll on her in the form of bulimia. Now, few years later, the bullying has decreased and the bulimia is gone; Arzu only occasionally skips a few meals, since she got accepted into the school. She and her parents also took family therapy, after the neighbors threatened to call social services, and the verbal abuse has vanished from her parents.

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character © ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ｑｕｅｅｎ
pictures © their original owners
face-claim © Ebba Zingmark
please do not use this form or character unless my agreement

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ＦＡＴＨＥＲ， ＦＡＴＨＥＲ，

ＴＥＬＬ ＭＥ ＷＨＥＲＥ ＨＡＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＢＥＥＮ？

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ＷＨＡＴ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＰＡＩＮ ＩＳ ＳＨＯＷＮ？

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Sin Levi Carter
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ➳ Male
ᴀɢᴇ ➳ Eighteen Years of Age
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ ➳ August Eleventh, 1995

ＦＥＬＬ ＤＯＷＮ ＴＨＥ ＲＡＢＢＩＴ ＨＯＬＥ．

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Amanda Lynn Keil { Abusive }
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Lucas Ethan Carter { Abusive }
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ➳ Annabeth Romania Carter { Deceased }

ＷＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＳＩＮＮＥＲ？

ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ➳ Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, Insomnia
ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs ➳ Small Gauges, Lip, Nose
ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ➳ Arm, Back, Chest
sᴄᴀʀs ➳ Too Many to Count from Abuse and Self-Harm

ＤＩＳＣＯＶＥＲＥＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＯＷＮ ＨＥＬＬ？

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ ➳ A Trophy Father's Trophy Son
sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀss ➳ Loner, Outcast, Emo
ғᴇᴀʀs ➳ The Dark, The Voices, Growing Attached, Himself
ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇs ➳ Everything, Mainly the Scars

ＷＨＡＴ ＩＳ ＴＨＩＳ ＭＡＤＮＥＳＳ？

ʜᴀɪʀ ➳ Dark Brown, Dark Blonde Roots
ᴇყᴇs ➳ Golden Eyes
ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Lanky; Skinny and Tall
ᴇᴛᴄ ➳ 6'2", Weighs One-Hundred Twenty-Two Pounds
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form © ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ｑｕｅｅｎ
character © ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ｑｕｅｅｎ
pictures © their original owners
face-claim © Jamie Dee
please do not use this form or character unless my agreement

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❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

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She sits up high surrounded by the sun;
One million branches and she loves every one.
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy."
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Burned out;
It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes.
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again.
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If I were you, I'd put that away.
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again;
Darling you'll be okay.
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"If you were me, you'd do the same.
'Cause I can't take anymore;
I'll draw the shades and close the door.
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."

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H-H-Hello? Are you- are you speaking to me? Or, that man behind me? W-What do you mean there's n-no man behind-? You know- you know what; whatever. J-Just ignore my r-r-rudeness, please. The name- the name is Ellisa, E-Ellisa Marie Roberts; but y-you can call me Ellie. Y-You can call me t-that, or just El. M-M-My first name, Ellisa, means "w-wanderer" in Greek. I-I don't understand. W-Why would they i-inflict such a name on me if they knew- knew t-that I would be s-stuck here? I-I-I can't w-wander much of anywhere. My middle name, M-Marie, means "bitter" in Hebrew. Am I- am I really that bad? I-I'm not sure, my- my parents seemed to think so... B-But, anyway; I-I-I guess you- you realize that my last name has no me-meaning, r-right? So, t-that's my name- n-not that you'll remember it, anyway.

H-Hasn't anyone ever t-told- told you it's impolite t-to ask a lady her age? To heck- to heck with it anyway! I-I stand at approximately 5' 5" s-so it would- it would be hard to t-tell that I'm at- I'm at the age of seventeen. I-I'm far too s-s-short for my age, as- as people have said. I-I was born on January t-tenth, whatever year, at whatever t-time. Well I-I- well I do know the t-time..., 10:27 in the evening. I-I-I was a- I was pleasant surprise, as y-you could imagine. But, y-yes, I-I do regret being born. P-People must be- must be delusional if they d-don't. I-if I wasn't born, things would've been s-so much simpler. T-That's- that's really all I can say about my- about my age.

W-What's m-my problem? Well, where should I begin? Other than m-my stammering p-problem, I-I see things. And- and I don't think they're normal. I-I'm not normal, s-so, that would make s-s-sense. Why- why else would I be t-trapped here? This- this woman, s-she keeps f-following me. A-And- and there's a- there's a man with her. I-I recognize them, b-but I don't- I don't remember... They're just- they're always there. T-T-They whisper things to me; t-threats. And then, t-they tell me they l-love me..., or, they don't? Do they- do they...? I-I don't know anymore. Yet, I have n-no idea how many mirrors I've br-broken because they're there. Okay..., I l-lied earlier. I-I do know- I do know who they are. Please- please don't tell anybody this! T-They just think they're two random p-people to me..., but they're my- they're my p-parents. They're mad- they're mad because I-I left them. Maybe I- maybe I could've helped. B-But..., the d-doctors told me they were d-dead when it happened...

I-I'm afraid I don't t-trust you enough yet to t-tell you my full history. All you need to know is that m-my family is d-dead, and now I'm here. P-please, just l-leave me alone n-now. W-what do you mean I have to tell you? Fine- fine then, I-I'll give you a b-brief summary. It was my f-fifteenth birthday; m-me, my mom, my dad, and m-my younger sister w-were heading up to the m-mountains for a ski trip. B-but someone else on the mountain t-triggered something, and in a m-millisecond, t-tons, and tons of snow were p-piling on top of the c-car. B-by the time there was an opening- opening in the s-snow, my parents had already been killed. M-my sister and I, we managed to j-jump out before the car t-toppled into a nearby ravine. We sat there for hours, w-waiting for someone- for someone to come and find us. No one- no one did, s-so, I hate to admit this, w-we abandoned our parents bodies and w-went off searching for help. I-I did something wrong. It was my f-fault, I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have pushed her. If- maybe if w-we had waited for daytime, my sister wouldn't have died. Hy-hypothermia got her in- in the end. I-I was found with her. Th-that's all you need to know. The rest- the rest of my history you can find out.
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I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.
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Just close your eyes;
The sun is going down.
You'll be alright,
No one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound.
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Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire.
The war outside our door keeps raging on.
Hold on to this lullaby;
Even when music's gone.

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What- what do I l-look like? Why- why do you need to k-k-know that? I don't- I don't need anyone else j-judging me! N-Not like l-last time! Wait- what do you m-mean, you aren't g-going to? Everybody d-does..., but..., I guess o-one description w-won't hurt anyone... L-let's start with the simple things, s-shall we? M-my eyes- my eyes are a g-good start. One of my eyes has- has the effect of heterochromia, a n-natural birth d-defect. It looks something like { X }, well, it l-l-looks like s-something that can't be described. I-I used to get teased a lot for my eyes. Heterochromia, y-you know? E-Either it w-works with you, or it doesn't- it d-doesn't with me. My o-other eye is a dark brown color, l-like dark ch-chocolate, b-but even darker { X }. I-If you look- you look c-closer, you can tell it's b-brown, b-but others just settle with c-c-calling me "Vampire G-Girl". B-But..., I guess..., I guess they do have another ex-excuse... The piercings u-under my mouth; some p-people j-judge you from those, y-you know? A-and then there's my hair..., a-another excuse for me being called a "f-freak". It's straight- so straight; and so- and so..., blonde. Apparently, t-t-to others, that's a b-bad thing. I mean, sometimes I curl my hair..., b-but I can't anymore..., y-you know..., no hair curlers. N-Now it's just naturally straight. And I-I used to dye my hair b-blue and pink all the time. S-S-Sometimes just full-on blue or red. Now, all- all that's left over is the b-blue streaks in my hair and the faint p-pink. T-The rest is all b-blonde. And my- and my cheeks always seem to be pink. J-just brushed with light pink paint. It's w-w-weird, in m-my opinion..., b-but, it's usually covered up by freckles. Y-Yeah..., I'm always pale, w-with tinted cheeks, and freckles. I-I'm weird-looking, r-right? Wait- don't respond to that, I-I already know the answer is y-yes. N-No need for cl-clarification. As for- as for my w-weight and height, well; as I said earlier, I-I'm a shortie. Real- real short, 5' 5". S-s-so many people over-overpower me, it's... Overwhelming. My sk-skinniness helps with nothing. Y-you see, I'm anorexic. That means I-I starve my-myself. It's- it's not that hard. Where I am. Due to- due to that, I only weigh a d-dangerous amount of seventy-six pounds. I could- I could be s-snapped here, I-if worse comes to w-worse. But, you know, m-my insecurities from bullying all added up... P-please..., just... Can we move onto the next topic?

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One object- one object that describes me? A w-white crayon. There are so many in this b-box of a world that I can be c-compared to, and I don't over-overpower any. I'm the one that's thrown- thrown to the side unless being used to p-patch up a mistake made by another c-color. I guess you can say I dye my hair so- so I'm not in-invisible, so people will actually n-notice I'm standing there, because without it, they n-never do. And I always wonder if anyone will notice when I-I end up k-killing myself in the end. Then I realize- no, no they w-won't. I have such emotional p-problems, whoever does take notice of me, is sc-scared away. Though, I have a cheery exterior, no one knows that I'm d-d-dying on the interior. I drag it on, and c-continue making the p-pain worse in h-hope that someone will notice; I always hope that someone will say they l-love me. But no one ever does. The closest thing I've ever gotten to an "I love you" was when the s-s-shadows of my parents told me they- they loved me. But they're- they're gone now, so I doubt that was true. I'm constantly j-judged. Sure, I'm referred to as "D-day", but that d-doesn't mean I have to be t-this happy-go-lucky cheery person for everyone to ad-admire. No, I-I reflect more of the rise and f-fall of the sun, how the light turns into d-darkness. I don't want to be the person I am. Is it so wrong that I d-don't even- I don't even want to be a-alive? No one would notice if I was d-dead, so..., I wish someone would. But if I do die, it'll be after I see m-my p-parents again- so I can apologize. Maybe, though, if someone ever does decide to st-stick around me, they'll be able to see the r-real me. The real me that st-struggles so desperately to r-reveal itself, but never has anyone to reveal its-itself to. On the inside, t-through my layers of scars and emotional problems, I am very much like the d-description of "Day". I am vulnerable and s-sensitive, as I have been judged many times, but that doesn't distract the f-fiery trait I can have. I can be rather..., stubborn, at t-times. I stand up for what I believe is right; if I b-believe in it, I won't let it go until someone else agrees with me and something is d-done about the problem or p-plan. I was a cheerful person, before the abuse and neglect really kicked in, but I know that m-meaningful, excited personality is still b-buried inside of me somewhere. B-but for now- for now, I-I'm just a shy exoskeleton.

[pumpkin.]

"ｍｉｓｃｅｌｌａｎｅｏｕｓ ＢＡＤ－ＢＯＹ"
"Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it."

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Eli { EE-lie } Nathaniel { Na-tha-ni-el } Romania { Row-main-EEah }
ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ➳ Eli: "ascended". Nathaniel: "Given of G-d".
ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➳ "TurtlesGotSwag", for his love of turtles.
ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ғᴏʀ ➳ Funny short-films that always end with Eli in a turtle costume.
ᴀɢᴇ ➳ Nineteen years of age; born August Sixteenth, 1994.

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ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ＴＵＲＴＬＥ ｍａｎ

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ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ➳ Rude, Sarcastic, Cocky, Overprotective, Flirtatious, Stubborn.
ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ➳ Quick-witted, humorous, charming, determined, adventurous.
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Janette Maria LaDolce.
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Carter Robert Romania { Deceased. }.
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ➳ Eliza Katelynn Romania & Theodore Joseph Romania.

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ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ＳＨＥＬＬ

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ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs ➳ Ear piercings and nose piercing.
ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ➳ Shoulder, neck { Side }, wrist
ᴇʏᴇs ➳ Hazel eyes.
ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Well-built, but not in an insane manner. He's 6'1".
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ ➳ Southern Constellations/The Boy Who Could Fly.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Eli is secretly bisexual, though he leans more towards girls.

[pumpkin.]

ɴᴇʀᴅʏ ɢɪʀʟ, ɴᴇʀᴅʏ ɢɪʀʟ,

ｓｈｏｗ ｕｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｋｉｎ．

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Fantine { Fan-tie-nn } 'Fanta' Lily { Lil-ee } McCallister.
ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ➳ Fantine: "child". Lily: "innocence", "purity", "beauty".
ᴀɢᴇ ➳ Eighteen years young. Born December twenty-second, 1995.
ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ➳ Nerd girl, forever and always. ____________________________________________

ᴛʜᴇ ＣＵＴＳ ᴀɴᴅ ＢＲＵＩＳＥＳ ωᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ

___________________________________________ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ➳ Shy, anxious, bulimic, insecure, bossy, sensitive.
ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ➳ Adventurous, determined, lovable, sensitive.
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Rebecca Bristol Mainette. { Deceased }
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➳ Roman Hayden McCallister. { Abusive }
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ.

__________________________________________ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ➳ Collar, shoulder, wrist, back of neck.
ᴇʏᴇs ➳ Blue and green { heterochromia }.
ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ➳ Petite and fragile. 5'5" and weighs ninety-seven pounds.
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ ➳ People Like Us- Kelly Clarkson.
ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ➳ Bulimia, anxiety, abused, and bullied.
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ＳＣＲＥＡＭ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ

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ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➳ Bisexual. She leans towards boys, more.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ ➳ There is someone, but it's to be revealed.
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ➳ Single as a pringle- as always.
ᴇxᴇs ➳ She's never been in a relationship before.

[pumpkin.]

"ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ, ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ,

ＵＮＰＬＵＧ ＹＯＵＲ ＣＨＯＲＤ"
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ｎａｍｅ ➳ Jamie { Jay-Mee } 'Rebel' Millester { Mill-est-er }.
ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ ➳ Jamie: "he who supplants".
ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ➳ "Rebel-In-Wonderland".
ａｇｅ ➳ Seventeen years young. Born October seventh, 1996.
ｆａｍｏｕｓ ｆｏｒ ➳ Performing song covers, and or, music videos.

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ＲＯＣＫ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＡＹ ＴＯ ｗｏｎｄｅｒｌａｎｄ

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ｂａｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ ➳ Sassy, arrogant, insecure, devious, sneaky.
ｇｏｏｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ ➳ Fearless, seductive, discreet, determined.
ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ➳ Leigha Gabriel Subabarie.{ Abandoned Family }.
ｆａｔｈｅｒ ➳ Ray Tyler Magnetos { Abandoned Family }.
ｓｉｂｌｉｎｇｓ ➳ Annabeth Lily McCallister { Adopted }.

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ｄａｎｃｅ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ＲＡＢＢＩＴ ＨＯＬＥ

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ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ ➳ Tongue piercing and bellybutton piercing.
ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ ➳ Ankle, back, wrist.
ｅｙｅｓ ➳ Green & blue eyes { heterochromia }.
ｆｒａｍｅ ➳ Slender hourglass, yet petite. She stands at 5'4".
ｔｈｅｍｅ ➳ I Love Rock 'N Roll.
ｈａｉｒ ➳ Blonde with dirty blonde roots.
ｓｔａｔｕｓ ➳ Punk chick, rocker girl, heartbreaker, loner.
ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ ➳ Single, straight, and no crush.
ｏｔｈｅｒ ➳ She was adopted by the Millester family.

[pumpkin.]

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When it's over I'll count back from ten,
and you can listen to glass hearts shattering.
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I don't know how you got into me,
down my throat and made a home in my veins.
They used to be the rivers that would take us away,
but now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday.
I still can't believe how you look next to me,
just like a strip club bedroom scene.
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But you don't know what it's like
to wake up in the middle of the night,
scaring the thought of kissing razors.
This blood evacuation is telling me to cave in.
Stay away.
Oh no.
Just stay away from my friends.

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Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel- can you feel my heart?
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Can you help the hopeless?
Well, I'm begging on my knees,
Can you save my ******* soul?
Will you wait for me?
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Forgive me father,
I love you mother.
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I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

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True friends lie underneath,
These witty words I don't believe.
I can't believe a **** thing they say anymore.
Lie! Liar, you'll pay for your sins.
Now! Liar, I know all the places you've been.
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Forgiveness -- this taste all but poisons my mouth.
I scream but nothing, nothing will come out;
You've gone too far.
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So tell me how does it feel, how does it feel to be like you?
I think your mouth should be quiet
'cause it never tells the truth.
So tell me, so tell me why, why does it have to be this way?
Why can't things ever change?
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Falling over and over again;
Oh, why does it have to be this way?

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