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[Affliction]

Reserved for my male, if we need to balance it out }

[charmey]

{{ ^^ tanks! im not sure how great the coding is. i stated on a computer but finished on an ipad... :s
i'll have my boy up soon.

[pumpkin.]

{ okay, gorgie. }
{ if any of your characters have future crushes, please pm me and tell me who so I can add it to the front. }
{ it's fine, charmander c; }

[charmey]

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{ ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ } - { ｍａｌｅ } - { ｔｈｅ ｒｕｎａｗａｙ }
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life asked death, →



"uh, hi. so, my name's havok. yes, havok. have-ick. with a 'k' you dumb-ss. yes that's what they really named me! oh my gosh, care let me talk at all? -grunt- thank you. my full name is havok braxton reid. why? because thats what i do. i wreak havoc. momma must've known that when i was born. i really don't have an opinion on my name. i mean its just a name. a stamp. a title. no more, no less. i was born in manhattan, new york on october thirty first. halloween, yes, i'm aware, thank you. my mom's name is lindsey and my dad's is jeremy. they're dead now. i'm a runaway, you see. i've been on the streets for years, around five actually, which makes me wonder if its where i'll always be. or if maybe i'll be able to fit in anywhere else. not like i even fit in where i'm at. -scoffs- funny, i don't even fit in with my own frickin' self. i'm so screwed up."




“ why do people love me but hate you? ” →



"alright, before we get this started, i wanted to ask if you could indeed keep yourself from it not to call me 'goth' or 'emo'. i hate labels. hate'em. they're demeaning and insulting. so don't label me, mkay? i'm not your mother's messy filing cabinet. you're damn lucky i'm even talking to you in the first place. -sigh- anyways, i guess i'll go from the head down. i have pitch black hair thats a little on the longish side. its pretty coarse in texture because i used to dye it. don't ask, i don't really remember why. i have pretty wicked eyes. they're so cool; like, they start off all light grey then fade really dark around my pupil. different, huh? sometimes i catch people staring. i'm not sure if thats good or bad or what, but whatever. i stand just above most at six foot one and weigh, eh, a hundred n' forty maybe? i'm not sure if thats a 'healthy' weight or not, but these muscles aren't complaining. i'm lean and built, pretty agile too. my skin is white, caucasian, whatever you want to call it. as of body modifications, i have this kick-ss tat on my back. i also have snakebites. no, they don't hurt you idiot."




death responded, →



"i hate my parents. i'm glad they're dead. my mother was an untrustworthy beotch. my father was hardly ever home. if i wasn't getting yelled or punched at i was utterly invisible. maybe thats why i like the quiet. quiet means i'm not getting hurt. i ran away the night i turned fourteen. i'll always remember that birthday. it was the night my father almost choked me to death. the most screwed up part about it was that he wasn't drinking. he wasn't high, he wasn't even tired. he was just... him. i don't know how i got away- the actual fight is still just a blur. when i ran out of that sh-ty apartment i never looked back. i left everything. actually wait, thats bull. i did go back. for my cat jinx. -strokes the feline- i found her when i was thirteen. she was only a kitten and already left for dead. something we both have in common, i guess. i honestly think she's the only thing i've ever really loved. i've been on my own out on the streets for about five years now. hey, lemme ask you something: i just turned eighteen and that means i'm an adult now, right? right, ok. then answer me this: how come i still feel like such a d-mned child?"




“ because you are a beautiful lie →



"i am quite easily considered antisocial, as i don't normally talk to anyone. however, when i do open my mouth i'm considered quite frankly a jerk. i don't mean to be. its just kind of how i... am. i don't know any other way. out here, on these streets, its dog eat dog. you need to be mean. i can be pretty arrogant. i like to tell people i have much more than i actually do. maybe it makes me feel better about myself or something, i don't know. i'm blunt and assertive. you can always trust me to tell you exactly how it is, the way it is. i don't sugar-coat nothin'. i am also a jokester, though, my jokes are a little on the meaner side than most. they tend to blend with sarcasm and brutal nature, making them sometimes not so funny. compared to most people i seem to have a twisted sense of humor. i'm also short tempered and stubborn. stubborn like a mule. i absolutely can't stand being told what to do. seriously, if you tell me to do something, i'll stand there and make a big fuss over the fact of why i should do it than actually doing it. i'm erratic and act before i think. apparently thats a bad trait to have. ok look, the bottom line is, don't screw with me. seriously. i don't want to deal with your sh-t, and i can promise you that you don't want to deal with mine either."




and i am the painful truth. ” →



"crush stuff here... eventuallywords. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words."


form © flare ♥
form edits © charmey
character © charmey
images © rightful owners

[serenity QUITTING]

(( remi & romeo's forms are done ♡ you forgot to add remi to the front page, i think, too nevermind ))

[l i o n.]

{miss marley is 16 and a half c:}

[pumpkin.]

{ accepted, revvie and charmander. }
{ sorry, I didn't know Marley's middle and last name : / }

[l i o n.]

{Marley Soren Quentin; pan sexual; possibly crushing on Easton and/or Luke in the future c: and Rowan may develop a thing for Riley}

[pumpkin.]

{ okay, thanks. }
{ luke, you ladies man XD }

[serenity QUITTING]

(( lol, how many girls /boys other than remi and marley like luke? ))