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Caraphernelia

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

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Caraphernelia;; A broken-heart disease whenever someone
leaves you but leaves all their things behind. Including memories.

Caraphernelia. Probably the most common disease there is. Everyday, someone is struck with Caraphernelia. And you're another one of them. Just a few days, weeks or a month ago, the person you loved with all your heart... well, just doesn't love you as much as he or she used to. So he or she broke up with you. Leaving you a wreck. Leaving you with his or her stuff that just aren't that important to him or her, like all your happy memories. Not just photographs. You have nightmares about your relationship almost every night. Remembering how you two first met used to be like remembering how you came to heaven. And remembering that the happiness you used to feel with him/her just doesn't exist anymore is knowing that you've been thrown out, down to hell. Knowing that you just wont be as happy as you used to is worse than anything. Just when you thought that your life is colorless, a bright little yellow appears. But falling in love again is dangerous. Your Caraphernelia is either healed or worsened.

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girls


bandit preciado - 17 - straight - ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ ｌｏｖｅ

sofie black mcisaac - 16 - bisexual - .mioster.

shevon mae ellison - 20 - straight - dream catcher.

guys


ky markham - 18 - straight - ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ ｌｏｖｅ

jonathan michael bostwick - eighteen - straight - ash.

mitchell james taft jr. - twenty - sexuality - ✌ᵃᵇʳᵃᵏᵃ

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♛ tess n nick. I honestly don't know why I still need to state this. As a civilized CS citizen, you must know the RP rules. To sum it up, just keep everything child friendly, awesome nerds. Mm'kay? I don't want this RP to get locked.

♛ literacy. Did you see the sign? It says med semi lit. In my eyes, that means 7 lines or so. Lines are different from sentences. I know the lines vary from font size, so please count them while in editor, thank you. Oh, and if you can't follow this rule, the door's right there, honey. c:

♛ grammar and whatnot. This kind of goes with the literacy rule. But I just wanted you guys to know that I expect correct grammar from you guys. I also expect correct spelling, punctuation and whatever else you can think of that belongs to this rule.

♛ three strikes and you're out. That's right. You read it. I'll give you three warnings. I'll PM them to you and once you have three. Well, the door's still there, sweetie. c:

♛ my rights. Wow. That came out selfish. But it's important. You can't bash on me for giving you a warning or for not accepting you. I'm a sorta reasonable person. I'm not striking out "sorta" because it's true. But yeah, in RP's I make, I am absolutely reasonable. Sometimes I give lots of time to make forms or I give you four chances instead of three because it wasn't that big a mistake. I'm not like your school's principal. One mistake and BLAM. You're out of that school. ¬__¬ Some people, god.

♛ ooc. So, yeah. This rule ensures that there will be no confusion when roleplaying. When in OOC, please use brackets. Ex: {{I saw My Chem live.}} {{@a king someday You're the luckiest person ever.}}

♛ reservations. These little buddies last for a week. A whole week, is this not good enough fr you? It's not like I'm asking for a grand form. Even just name, age, personality is fine.

♛ characters I'm not asking you to even out genders. And I'm not asking everyone to be straight. I'm not asking everyone to be bi, pan, trans, gay, or les either. Also make sure that if your character has any disabilities or mental issues, you know how to RP that out. The age range is fifteen to twenty five. (This is not really limited to teenagers. Like, they can be a married couple and then they divorced.) And due to the limited number of spots, the character limit is one. You can make two if you're gonna make one character a girl and the other a boy. But not two girls. Not two guys either.

♛ i'm tired of begging for the things i want. I seriously am. Guys, if you don't like my rules, don't join this RP. I'm begging that you read them. There are only, what, nine? I'm sure that's not too much for you guys to handle.

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❝ X A V I E R | K Y
M A R K H A M ❞
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What will it take to show you that it's not the L I F E it seems?
I've told you T I M E & T I M E again
You S I N G the words, but don't know what it M E A N S
To be a J O K E & L O O K
Another L I N E without a H O O K
I held you C L O S E as we both shook
For the L A S T T I M E take a good hard L O O K

I'm not O K A Y
I'm not O K A Y

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W E L L I ' M N O T O K A Y

ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｋｙ?

xavier ky markham . 18 . straight

Xavier Ky Markham. Some people call him Xavier. But only his family members or any friends call him Ky. He prefers being called Ky. His name came from a book his mom read. From two different characters, actually. Ky and Xavier. Thus Xavier Ky. He doesn't have a single complaint about his name. He thinks it's a nice name. Xavier is kind of common while Ky isn't. He thinks it's a balanced name. Well, he rarely complains about anything. Ky forces himself to see the good in things so he wont end up complaining later. He doesn't like complaining. Why? Because it would lead to an argument. He doesn't even like talking. He doesn't like interacting with people either. So why would e want to get in an argument? (Which contains both talking and interacting.) But when you get to know him (Like how his step sister has gotten to know him.) he's pretty awesome. Weird too. He almost only talks to his step sister. He spills everything to her. They're best friends. She's his only friend due to his anti-social personality.

ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｋｙ, ｒｅａｌｌｙ?

anti-social . shy . weird

Ky is quiet and is actually quite happy about his life. Well, seeing the good in everything, he only pays attention to the good in his life. He doesn't like talking or interacting with people. Except for his step sister. It's very hard for him to make friends because he's usually too shy to even greet his relatives. It doesn't have anything to do with his history. He's always been like this. Just not shy before. He has trust issues because raisin cookies look like chocolate chip cookies for some reason. No one knows, they gave up on trying to figure that out when he was eleven.

Ky likes listening to rock or punk rock. Bands like Green Day, My Chemical Romance and Blink-182. That stuff. He keeps his music loud and his voice soft. That's how Ky likes it. The music speaks for him. When he finds a reason to complain, (a failed test or a broken CD) he just turns up his speakers louder than the norm and that's how his family members know he's having a bad day.

ｈｏｗ ｄｉｄ ｋｙ ｈａｐｐｅｎ?

april 9, 1995 . anamaria & frank iero . moved

On April 9, 1995, a very excited couple rushed to the hospital. After a very painful six hour labor done by Anamaria Iero, a baby was born. They named that baby Xavier Ky Markham. Ky was born in Summit, New Jersey. But when he was two, they moved to San Diego, California.

ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅｎ, ｗｈａｔ
ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｋｙ?

parents divorced . mom remarried . moved

Ky stayed in San Diego up until he was 12. His parents divorced when he was 12. That's why he moved. His mom took him with her to Essex, UK. There, his mom met Bram Markham. They don't really talk much, Bram and Ky. But Ky doesn't exactly hate Bram and vice versa. They just don't get along. But when his mom married Bram, his step sister came with him. His step sister is named Sand Bandit Markham. He's tried staying with his dad, he prefers staying with his dad, but his step mom and step brothers, well. He can't handle them.

ｋｙ ａｎｄ ｗｈｏ?

single . single . straight

Ky has been single since forever. (He says that to everyone because he refuses to even mention his previous relationship that ended horribly.) He's obviously had a few crushes now and then. He did have a fifth grade romance, but that was fifth grade. He was eleven at that time. He's straight and he's never questioned it. Although, he does have a serious crush on a girl. When I say serious, I mean dead serious.

faceclaim: Vic Fuentes of Peirce The Veil | Song: I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance | Images: None belong to me.

❝ B A N D I T | C H E R R Y
P R E C I A D O ❞
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Give me a S H O T to remember
And you can take all the P A I N away from me
A K I S S and I will surrender
The sharpest L I V E S are the deadliest to lead
A light to B U R N all the empires
So bright the S U N is ashamed to rise and be
In L O V E with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane A B A N D O N E D me

T H E S H A R P E S T L I V E S

A R E T H E D E A D L I E S T

T O L E A D

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what is a bandit?
Well, a bandit is a thief, full of tricks, deceitful. And that's exactly who Bandit Cherry Preciado is. Well, for now you might as well know that Bandit got her name from her aunt. Bandit Lee Way, and her second name from another aunt, Cherry Iero. And her last name, Preciado. Well, obviously it was her dad's surname. Her dad's name is Jaime Preciado. (Pronounced HAI-mee Pre-shee-a-do) This young lady is seventeen years old. Born January fifth, 1996. Her biological mother is unknown. Anyway, Bandit doesn't see her life as another sob story. She doesn;t want anyone to know that her mom was one of her dad's one night stands. She even wishes that she herself didn't know. But as a curious little sh... girl, she evesdropped on her dad and his friends. She found out why she's never met her mom. She thought about how naive she was to actually believe the lies her dad gave her.

You could consider Bandit as a hateful person. One reason is that her dad lied to her about her own mother for fifteen years. Another is that her mom never even cared to wonder about her. Another reason is that no one really cares. At school, she's silent. But on the inside she screams. Her silent could be a good trait. For instance, she steals things. She can't help it. If she wants something, she takes it. Never getting caught by staying silent. And, I guess it's become a huge part of her. She has one friend, but that it. She doesn't talk to anyone else. Not her dad, not her teachers. That's why people find it very difficult to be with her. You'd think her Chemistry partner is going through hell, but he's not. She works silently, finishing the job perfectly. Even with her lack of recitation in class, she still get's top-notch grades. Straight A's. Exams are almost perfect, homework done each and every time, seatworks aced. She's nearly perfect when it comes to her studies. She's very hardworking and determined. Once she has her eyes on something, she takes it. Whether it's a dream, a material thing or a person.

Bandit doesn't have much of a love life. She has had numerous crushes. But no relationships at all. (Excluding her one wonderful relationship that ended horribly that she pretends she has no memory of at all.) That is due to her lack of determination only for her love life. She's as straight as a ruler, though. Never once even thought of being with another girl. And that is a lie. She did, once. When she was fourteen and she didn't even know what to think about much of anything going on in her love life. At that point she just started highschool and was kind of excited. Currently, she has a crush on him (will edit). Her determination still isn't as strong as her determination to graduate and get into a good college. She always thought that she would fall in love after graduating. Like her dad (Yes, she still respects and obeys him. She, after all, still has manners.) and everyone else wants her to. But she guesses that she could be wrong because each and every day, her determination for him (will edit) gets stronger and stronger. It annoys her, but she follows it anyway. Why? Because for once, it wasn't from a pit in her stomach, or in the back of her mind, but deep in her heart.

faceclaim: Hayley Williams of Paramore images: none belong to me. song: the sharpest lives - my chemical romance. form: all by me.

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“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.”

Sofie Black Mcisaac

и α м ɛ Sofie Black Mcisaac. First name is pronounced 'So-fee.' Middle name is pronounced 'Bl-ak.' And finally, last name is pronounced 'Mick-eyes-ick.' Like lick.
и ι c κ и α м ɛ Few call her Sofa and even fewer call her Isaac. (Due to her last name.)
α ɢ ɛ Sofie is 16 years old.
ɢ ɛ и ∂ ɛ я She was a female, last she checked.
∂ α т ɛ σ ғ в ι я т н Sofie was born on April 1st, 1996. Almost like a joke.
в ι я т н ρ ℓ α c ɛ She was born in Alberta, Canada, where her father came from. Her mother moved in with him, but after he died she moved back to her old town.
ɛ т н и ι c ι т ʏ Well, Sofies' mother was American and her father Canadian. Her fathers' parents supposedly were both Canadian through and through, yet her mothers' parents were supposedly Ukrainian and American. So, she's part Canadian, American and Ukrainian, as far as she knows.
ƨ ɛ ϰ ʋ α ℓ σ я ι ɛ и т α т ι σ и She is bi-curious. She's never had experience with either side...
ɛ ʏ ɛ c σ ℓ σ я She has striking bright blue eyes, that gets lighter around the edges.
н α ι я c σ ℓ σ я & ƨ т ʏ ℓ ɛ Sofie has straight, black hair.
н ɛ ι ɢ н т Sofie is 5'1'', and she hates her size.
ω ɛ ι ɢ н т Sofie weighs 126 pounds.
я α c ɛ Sofie is white, as far as she knows. She is quite pale, but can be tanned.
α c c ɛ и т A slightly Canadian accent, though it doesn't show unless you're paying attention.
в σ ∂ ʏ ƨ т я ʋ c т ʋ я ɛ She is small and petite, born with small bones. Essentially, if someone were to get into a fight with her, they would win.
c ℓ σ т н ι и ɢ ƨ т ʏ ℓ ɛ Usually dark clothes. However, she does have a few happy, bright articles of clothing.
т α т т σ σ ƨ Ew, tattoos? She would never.
ρ ι ɛ я c ι и ɢ ƨ She has none.
ℓ ι κ ɛ ƨ Sofie loves wolves, cats, horses... basically all animals. Insects, though... no.
∂ ι ƨ ℓ ι κ ɛ ƨ Sofie dislikes death, fire, heights, blood and makeup. Almost like every other girl, but she usually doesn't wear anything like that. It may also tie in to why she has no boyfriend, or ever has.
ƨ т я ɛ и ɢ т н ƨ Sofie has no genuine strengths, unless you would count her intellect. She wouldn't, however.
ω ɛ α κ и ɛ ƨ ƨ ɛ ƨ Sofie is generally weak, and cannot wield a weapon of any kind.
α ℓ ℓ ɛ я ɢ ι ɛ ƨ Sofie has a slight allergy of dust, but other than that she's all good.
ρ н σ в ι α ƨ Sofie has an extreme fear of heights, and a less so fear of fire.
∂ ι ƨ ɛ α ƨ ɛ ƨ No diseases as of right now.
ρ ɛ я ƨ σ и α ℓ ι т ʏ Sofie is extremely shy, and would have a lot of trouble being dominant. Typically remaining hidden in the back is what she does. Once you get to know her, however, she becomes much more comfortable and sociable around you. She is practically unable to attend group conversations, meetings or simply a lot of people in general. On the outside she comes across as a ditsy, stupid shy girl but she is actually quite intelligent. It's simply her shyness and social anxiety that causes her to stutter her speech on the rare occasion she does actually speak. She has slight androphobia and extreme entomophobia. She's curious about becoming other girls, but she's never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, so she wouldn't be able to compare the two.
н ι ƨ т σ я ʏ Sofie was born into an average home. Her parents wanted only a single child, and her father was so happy to see her born. Ironically, he wouldn't be able to spend any more time with his bundle of joy; he had cancer and it was miraculous he even survived to her birth. Mere days after she was born, her father died in the same hospital she was in.

Her mother, Abby, had slight trouble keeping Sofie and herself afloat, but they managed. From a young, tender age of seven years old Sofie bore the responsibility of staying home alone; she needed to, as Abby needed as much money for the both of them as she could get. After a couple precarious and terrifying times when their income was dangerously low, the money situation stabled after so long.

At kindergarten, all was alright for Sofie. She was a pretty smart nut, and was kind of loud back then. She had a small class, so everyone got along really well; no one was anyones' enemy. But then, going into Grade Primary at an elementary didn't turn out so good. Since it was so big of a place, fights broke out a lot. Bullying happened frequently. However, Sofies' mother couldn't do anything to stop her going there. This was the only place nearby Sophie could walk to.

They finally got her to the point of she was too shy to speak her mind, staying in the back at all times. Unfortunately for her, she stayed like that for the rest of her life. A shadow is all she wants to be, now. Her junior high years were better, but not by much. She's not sure what high school has in store for her...
м σ т н ɛ я Her mother is generally a nice person. As Sofie grew up, not fully understanding why all of her classmates had fathers and she didn't, her mother finally told her why. Sofie was angry for a while, but then was calm again, and her mother was there through it all. When she needed someone to talk to, and no one was around, she could always go to her mother. Her mothers' name is Abby.
ғ α т н ɛ я Sofie never really knew her father, he died shortly after she was born. Turns out he had cancer and he didn't know until it was too late. Supposedly he was great and outgoing, though her only memories of him are foggy. Sofie was told his name was Greg.
ƨ ι ƨ т ɛ я She is an only child.
в я σ т н ɛ я She is an only child.
ρ ɛ т She has a kitten, a ragdoll. As of now it's white but it's markings are slowly coming in. Her name is Cotton, due to the colour of her fur. She's about 6 months old, though she can't be sure since Sofie found Cotton mewling on the street.
α ʋ и т ƨ / ʋ и c ℓ ɛ ƨ Sofies' mother was an only child, however her father had a brother. Alan. He is a pig, to be blunt. Well, was. He died from a heart attack last year, though Sofie didn't greive much.
ɢ я α и ∂ ρ α я ɛ и т ƨ All of her grandparents are dead, and she never speaks of them, and her mother never told her.
c σ ʋ ƨ ι и ƨ She isn't really in touch with her cousins, assuming she has cousins.
σ т н ɛ я ғ α м ι ℓ ʏ м ɛ м в ɛ я ƨ ( и ι ɛ c ɛ ƨ , и ɛ ρ н ɛ ω ƨ , ɛ c т ) None.
c я ʋ ƨ н None;;open
в σ ʏ ғ я ι ɛ и ∂ None, yet. Or ever before, for that matter.
ɛ ϰ ( ƨ ) None... she's never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
σ т н ɛ я No.

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naмe :: Shevon Mae Ellison "My name is Shevon Mae Ellison. That's S-H-E-V-O-N, pronounced just like the number. At least that's now I pronounce it, my grandmother always called me the proper Irish pronunciation: 'Shay-Von'. "
gendeя :: Female "My dad pretty much walked out on us when he found out I was going to be born a girl. Did I not mention that: I'm a chica. I have all things girls need, just sayin'."
вιятнday :: May 7th of 1993 "I was born on the 7th in the month of May, to my mother's small mind, my name should match my birth date. So my name is literally my birthday as well, just spelled differently. Neat, huh? Anyway, I just had a birthday a few months back... so that makes me twenty years of age."

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dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ ::"I would have to say my hair or my dull green eyes. But come on, bro... just look at my hair. I have an undercut on my right side and it's bi-colorful. At the moment it is mainly a magenta-pink with purple on the underside of my bangs and layers. My undercut has always been my natural shade of black. I have one scar that I will actually talk about because it is the only one that will never fade away. It is noticeable because the coloration is much different than my own fair one. It is goes around my neck and stops at semi-equal points on the left and right sides. The reason it is there is not self-harm. No. It is there because at the age of sixteen, I had to undergo a surgery on my vocal chords due to a growth on them. It caused me to be unable to talk, so my junior year, I had it removed. The scarring, of course, was bound to happen. In my opinion, it's pretty swell. I can make up stories to people about it to get them off my case."
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: "As far as piercings I have my been stretched to 5/8ths of an inch on my right ear and it is usually filled with plain white plugs. I can't afford other ones right now. Anyway, I have 3 helix on both of my ears and one cartilage on the right. Facial? Oh, my favorite. Both side of my nostrils are pierced and have little diamond studs in them. My septum is pierced with a bull ring so I can easily hid it in town. And lastly, my tongue is pierced and it is probably my favorite mod to play with on my face. All my body mods can be hidden fairly well. Moving on. Yay! My favorite part: tattoos. I have quite a few. Let's start small, shall we? On my right index finger, the words 'hush hush' are there in an italicized font. I forgot the name of it. My right ankle has a little all-blue outline of the TARDIS on it. If you are a Doctor Who fan, you'd understand. We are almost done with inks, I promise. My right hip has a little heart with headphones on and a soundwave as a heartbeat going vertically through it. The last tattoo I have is a memorial to my deceased parents, so it is very dear to my heart. In the inside of my right forearm is a stargazer lily, which was my mother's favorite type of flower and had filled our house with them. I plan on getting more lilies or a scene based on that memorial tattoo, but I haven't figured it out yet."

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cяυsн/яelaтιon:: "Can I say I'm in a relationship with food? No? Well, let's just say, don't flirt with me when I'm eating."
ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи:: Heterosexual "I don't enjoy the attitude that comes with girls."
єχ(єѕ) :: There have been few. "Really only two, but I'm only close with one nowadays.Well, I haven't really talked to him recently. Let's just say I seem to have a history of not being able to keep a wonderful relationship like most people can."

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ρєяѕonalιту :: Allow her to explain. "It's a tad hard to describe one's self. I mean, I see myself as pretty kick ass and a good person. However, others see me as a, well... negative word that does drugs all the time and is high. Let me tell you now, the view most people have of me is untrue. I do not do drugs. No illegal substances have ever touched any part of my body. I do not drink. I am at a legal age that I can smoke, but I do not do it. I don't plan on ever being addicted to anything and I want to keep that view of myself that way. I'm a nice person, I promise you. Go up to any person that knows me well enough to form an opinion. I'm against drugs, I despise the idea of bullying but I know it's not something that can be stopped, and I am a gay rights supporter. I know my physical appearance doesn't seem to match any of that, but I do not conform to the norm. I know that sounds cheesy, but I don't want to be looking like everyone else when I'm trying to get a different point across. I believe that if you look different, people will listen to you more. Or at least, pay attention because it's different. Sorry, I'm starting to get into a rant. But I want to leave this off with something inspiring: Be the person that you know that you are because it's beautiful that way."
нιѕтoяу :: Once again, allow her to explain the personal. "I was born to a mentally-handicapped mother and my father left before I was born. I was named after my birthdate... blah, blah, blah. I've already told you that part. When I was about 5 years of age, my mother had found a new man. He seemed nice at first, he gave me a guitar when I was 7, and taught me how to play. I wasn't that into it at the start, but I slowly grew to like it. Sadly, what I didn't know was that he was making my home life unstable. Fast forward to just a week before my 11th birthday, both of them pasted away in the hospital due to abuse/overdoes of drugs. Let me just say, that yes, my parents died long before I even knew what was happening. I had not know that for those 5+ years he had been getting my mother addicted to things that she did not need on her mind. There was a rage in me at first toward him, but over the years, I came to the realization that everyone makes mistakes. I forgave him for what he did many years later, but it did not change my view on drugs. They took away the most important people in my life when I was still a young age. So yes, I am straight edge. And yes, I do have friends who do them. I do not try to stop them because it is a mistake on their own lives. However, I make it very clear that I do not want those substances near me. I just do not like the idea or sight of them, especially since they have the ability to take away a life so quickly. My escape from this was music. I picked up the guitar my stepfather gave me and began to play. Hours to days to weeks into months, it took years for me to finally be able to play the guitar to quality that was acceptable to myself. I picked up on the piano to get the understanding of theory in music, but it not something I have on hand as easily as the guitar. I never had the true distraction of a boyfriend to get me away from my passion, at that time. But by then, every girl friend I knew had someone. Someone to cuddle, talk to about their problems, or pretty much do anything. I though relationships were perfect, but when I finally had one, it was horrible. Don't get me wrong, it was wonderful, but it just ended horribly. His name was Ryan. We were dating for about 7 months in a long-distance form. He was just across the state, but I didn't have money to get out there. Finally, his parents allowed me to come live with them. Yes, they were letting a 15-year old girl come live with their 17-year old son. Like I said before, I though relationships were perfect. When I got there, problems formed. Not even the day before our year together, I was back out on the streets. It was a mutual decision. He didn't kick me out or anything of that nature; I just left. I moved back to my own little town of Bryant, Arkansas and left the idea of a love life. I began to take all my time and focus back to the music I had worked on for so many years. But of course, being naive and 17, I tried another shot at love... this time I thought it would work. His name was Craig. I had known him through my stepfather's friend when I was staying with them for a little amount of time. When I had moved back to town, we started hanging out more and eventually started to date. I thought he was perfect, and he thought the same for me. But with all the problems with Ryan, a year later, my mind still wouldn't let it go. I became extremely paranoid with what would happen and what he thought of me. I told him this and he understood. He begged me to stay living in with him even though we wouldn't be together anymore, but I couldn't do it. I knew there were better things out in the world that I could be doing. And thus, after 7 months, we broke up and I returned to living with other friends. That's pretty much the end of it. I've gone from living with my mother and stepfather, to in-and-out of friends' homes, to living with Ryan, to the street, to living with Craig again, and finally just heading home to live with my grandmother. I've still kept in touch with a lot of friends, and there are some nice people here, too. I just wish it hadn't all happened like it had."

~{{Just tell me if anything needs to be changed. Thanks!

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[howl']

name;; mitchell james taft jr.
nickname;; roocher [roo-ch-er].
age;; twenty years.
gender;; male.
birthday;; june fifteenth ninteen-ninty-three.
persona;; quiet | loner | prankster
love;; single as the last pringle.
pets;; bemo. x x x

no, his name is not really roocher. in fact it was a nickname given to him. he had issues with his father and didn't want to share the same name as him, so his friends gave him a nickname. it was a really random name, but he has grown into it. some people call him roo mostly out of lazyness. though if you call him anything different, or by his real name, he will not be a happy soul. now let's slowly slide into his relationship backstory. c: roo had just came to janston highschool. he knew no one and was basically like an oddball. at the time he was a freshman that just moved into the neighborhood. his hair was green, and he stuck out like a sore thumb. it wasn't long before he found his place at the school with four other freshman, two sophomores, a senior, and sometimes a junior. all of them were a bit different, a couple died their hair like him and a few smoked. while others were just along for the ride. one girl in his little gang was, Kendall. she was a beautiful girl, with long hair. every friday she would wear a dress that looked different from the last. some went down to her ankles while others were on her mid-thigh. roocher had never spoke to her really, and more to the guys of the group to hang out. one friday his mother was late to pick him up, and Kendall was still hanging out.

[mitchypoosays]

{{ so sorry i couldn't attend to this roleplay sooner. school's just throwing never ending homework at me. and also i broke my pinky finger. :c anyway, lets get to business.

@ash accepted and added to the list. (ahh, the sight of kellin just makes my heart melt.)

@✌ᵃᵇʳᵃᵏᵃ awesome. i added him to the list. we'll just wait for you and caine soren; to finish your forms and for the last male spot to be filled. }}