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• These characters all belong to me please do not use them at all unless I have given you permission. Also, the artwork I buy from others are mine as well (and the artist of course) so please don't use those. Thank you very much. If you would keep from posting on this thread, that would be lovely as well since this is a character archive.

A

• Alice DeWitt

D

• Daniel "Flynn" Flint

J

• Jack Crane

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• It has come to my attention that most people prefer to know how literate someone is before roleplaying with them. I consider myself semi-literate, but you may rate literacy differently than I do, so I've created this portion of the thread to avoid any confusion as to how literate I am. When I'm providing my roleplay example, I'm going to trust that you don't steal / use my formatting or my character. Thank you very much.

Ｈｏｗｌｉｎｇ ｇｈｏｓｔｓ – ｔｈｅｙ ｒｅａｐｐｅａｒ
Ｉｎ ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅ ｓｔａｃｋｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｆｅａｒ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.
Ａｎｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｐａｉｎｔｅｄ ｂｌａｃｋ,
Ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ ｌｕｒｋ ｂｅｌｏｗ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｃｋ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.

Ａｎｄ ａｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｔｏ ａｎ ｅｎｄ
Ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄ
'Ｃａｕｓｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.
Ａ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.

❝My day was goin' pretty damn well until they showed their ugly faces.❞

A young man dressed in a dark blue plaid shirt, blue jeans, and boots ran through the alleyways vaulting over crates that had fallen over, and knocking over what ever crates that had not fallen behind him. His name was Jack Cane. It's more appropriate to say that his name is Jack Cane, and not was since he is not dead, at least not yet. Back to what I was originally saying though - he knocked over crates that had not fallen behind him. Plain and simple, the young man was running from a debt collector. Jack had managed to evade the vast man for a couple months, but it seemed his luck had run dry. Nevertheless, he pressed his now nonexistent luck a bit further. His breath became short, as he had been sprinting for about five minutes now, and his black hair - not a dark brown, no it is black - fell into his pale blue eyes. The young man, about twenty three years of age, took a left and the alleyway emptied into the main road of town now crowded with people.

What was this now? It seemed to be a bit of luck. Jack plunged into the crowd of people gathered around trading their goods for necessities or luxuries, and a bit of gambling towards the edge of the crowd. The man let out a breath somewhere between a squeak and a scoff since he had managed to escape his pursuers for the time being. He heard the debt collector yell out behind him, "Stop that boy!" Jack laughed breathlessly and continued running, pushing his way through the crowd. It was not an easy task at a run, but because he is smaller than most men - four feet and eleven inches - he could slip between people with a bit more ease than the other man. Once again - Jack pressed his luck. He slipped his hand into the bag of an older woman and took a piece of bread from the inside of the leather shoulder bag the older woman bore. Jack continued running with his lunch, and disappeared form the debt collector into another alleyway.

The dark haired, bright eyed man took yet another sharp turn down the alley and pressed his back to the cold, damp wall and pressed the bread against his chest. He looked upwards towards the sky and closed his eyes, taking quick shallow breaths trying to catch his breath from the chase he'd just escaped from. When he had enough breath to do so - he let out a deep breath and sunk to the floor of the alley and folded one leg under the other before taking a bite out of his bread. It was freshly baked, and he could tell because it was warm, fluffy, and it tickled his throat as it went down. Jack made short work of the bread, and wiped the crumbs from his mouth with the back of his wrist and wrapped his arms around his stomach and pressed himself closer to the wall. His muscles still tense, he sighed and pressed his forehead against his knee that had been resting against his chest.

❝Damn it, Jack. You need to stop acceptin' crap deals. It'll be the death of ya.❞ He muttered to himself. Jack's voice sounded like any typical man you'd find in an old cowboy movie - a western accent that would not pronounce 'g's. He ran his hand through his darkly coloured hair, and rubbed the back of his neck. Jack debated whether or not if he was ready to go back out into the throng of people, and find the horses he'd stolen from the Darkness a while back, and haul out. He frowned at the thought. Jack could barely feed himself, much less two animals much larger then himself, that required much more food and water than he had ever had in one day. With a few choice words to himself, and to the debt collectors, he decided that he would go into town and see if he could find anyone that was willing to buy a horse from him. He'd be keeping the other one for himself.

He pushed himself up off of the ground, and brushed the dirt off of his pant legs. Jack left the safety of the alleyway and ventured to a much less populated part of town. He had paid to board his horses at a barn for a bit, because he had a lack of horse experience and had no place to put them while he was in town. Jack slid the money he owed the cow hand that had boarded his two mares and went to retrieve them. With a bit of effort, he mounted the brown mare with white socks, and attached a lead rope to the others halter and rode out, with the second horse following. Jack made it to the market place for a second time, and dismounted his horse and started to call out to the crowd that he was selling. The blue eyed man held onto his horses' lead ropes tightly, so they wouldn't run and so no one would steal them from him. Stealing was his job.

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Black clouds are behind me, I now can see ahead
Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down
And trouble haunts my mind
But I know the present will not last
And tomorrow will be kinder.

My name is Alice DeWitt, and I am a child of Hades, and I wish I was anything but. I have no middle name, as my mother was under so much painkillers from birthing she forgot to write down a middle name on the birth certificate. She told me that had she remembered she would've named me Alice Marie DeWitt, since Marie was her mother's name. But I'm fine with having just a first and last name, since there really isn't a purpose of a middle name anyways.

As for nicknames, I have none. There really isn't any way to shorten Alice, unless you called me Al- which you will not be calling me at all. I haven't earned any nicknames from friends since I don't have any and I tend to stay away from people as much as I can. But sometimes humans need other humans- or in my case demi-gods need other demi-gods.

I believe it's quite obvious to tell I'm a female. As you can see from the facial features, long hair, and my photos display chest development. If you came up with an answer other than female then you may have a mental issue, and get it checked out. Hallucinating can get you killed, from what I've seen.

I was born on a ranch in Colorado out in the country side on the dreary day of July 2, 1997 - the day my accursed life started. Mom was grooming one of the horses on her ranch when her water broke, and could only reach the kitchen of her small house before she went into labor and had to sit down. A long story short - I was born in a kitchen.

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Tomorrow will be kinder
It's true, I've seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder

When I was young my mother would take me up in her lap, kiss my head and sing to me. She would tell me that no matter how far away from home I traveled, no matter how many times I hurt her, no matter how far I had strayed from the right path, that she would always love me and be with me. And to this day- it is the single most true thing I believe in. She died when I was seven much like many other demi-god parents- they die. Lucile Anne DeWitt died in a car crash at age thirty two seven weeks after I turned eight.

Her mother and father had been dead for roughly three years when she died, and she had no siblings to take me in. So I went to an orphanage. I had gotten it into my head that my father would come through the doors of that gods forsaken building, and take me home- but my knight in shining armor never did. I waited on him from the time I was eight to the time I was fourteen- and every day I was disappointed. On my fourteenth birthday I was claimed by Hades; little did I know that one of the other girls at the orphanage was the satyr that would take me to Camp Half Blood.

We traveled from a small town in Colorado to New Jersey when my satyr died distracting a hellhound so I could escape. Soon after I fell in with a couple other demi-gods and they taught me what they knew. When I told them I was a daughter of Hades, they didn't believe me, but they knew I was a demi-god and never questioned it other than my godly parent. I proved myself the day our 'camp' was raided by harpies and accidentally raised a dead harpy to attack the others. I earned their respect as a child of the 'Big Three' and continued to train with them.

I learned how to wield a sword, shoot an arrow, and all the nice weapons that can be used in many different ways to gut Hell's Army. When I was fifteen and a half I decided to go out on my own, because I thought I knew enough to fend for myself. I was seriously wrong, and constantly fighting off monsters after a Big Three child. I made it about six months by myself, before I found myself at Camp Halfblood- where I escaped to from a monster I had never encountered before, and a monster I never wish to encounter again.

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Today I've cried a many tear
And pain is in my heart
Around me lies a somber scene
I don't know where to start
But I feel warmth on my skin
The stars have all aligned
The wind has blown, but now I know
That tomorrow will be kinder.

I'm a hard person to get along with. I don't trust easily, and I don't react well to large groups. For whatever reason, I've got trust issues. Maybe it had something to do with the death of my mother or satyr, but who could say? My definition of a large group is five or more people, and one of the many reasons I don't perform well in large groups is that I do the thing that usually benefits me- and me alone. I'm selfish, what can I say. The reason I don't trust as much is because I know that I wouldn't trust myself- and I don't trust myself.

Back to me being selfish though. I'm not selfish in the way that I take all the glory or materials for myself- but selfish in the way that I'm not prepared to risk my life for someone else unless I know them well, or them being alive benefits me. I'm arrogant, and you can tell that from the way I walk. I walk with my head up, and glaring at everyone with my green eyes like they may be planning to plunge a knife into my back. My shoulders back, and my legs braced for combat or self defense.

I don't fight in the 'traditional' way. I learned from a group on the streets, and I find it works quite well for me. It's more of a nasty, foul play sort of fighting, I don't allow my foes to arm themselves if I can help it, and I don't allow them to die standing up if I can help that either. In this way- I am a coward.

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Tomorrow will be kinder
I know, I've seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

As for relationships not now nor have I ever, had a crush on someone. I know though that if I were to enter a relationship, it would be with a man- in other words I am heterosexual. I'm not looking to be in a relationship, nor to I have the trust for one. In fact, I do not think I will ever marry, much like Artemis.

I do not know about any siblings- but I'm sure there must be at least one out there. To be honest, I'm looking for a sibling more than I am a place to settle down. I could care less about a roof over my head, and food every day - while it is nice, of course - I would prefer a sibling more. I want someone who I can relate to, and maybe trust.

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Ｔｈｅ ｙｏｕｎｇ ｍａｎ ｓｔａｎｄｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｄｇｅ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｐｏｒｃｈ
Ｔｈｅ ｄａｙｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｈｏｒｔ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｈｅｒ ｗａｓ ｇｏｎｅ
Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｏｗｎ ａｎｄ ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｅｌｄ
Ｔｈｉｓ ｄｕｓｔｙ ｂａｒｒｅｎ ｌａｎｄ ｈａｄ ｇｉｖｅｎ ａｌｌ ｉｔ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｙｉｅｌｄ

Ｉ'ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｋｉｃｋｅｄ ｏｆｆ ｍｙ ｌａｎｄ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ａｇｅ ｏｆ ｓｉｘｔｅｅｎ
Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｎｏ ｉｄｅａ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｅｌｓｅ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ
Ｉ ｐｌａｃｅｄ ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｔｒｕｓｔ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｏｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｉｓ ｈｉｌｌ
Ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ Ｉ ａｍ ｓｕｒｅ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｃａｎ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｅ ｓｔｉｌｌ

Ｓｏ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｏｕｒａｇｅ ａｎｄ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｒｓｅ
Ａｎｄ ｐｒａｙ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｉｓ ｓａｍｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｒｅｍｏｒｓｅ

Ｓｅａｌ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ａｎｄ ｂｒｅａｋ ｍｙ ｐｒｉｄｅ
Ｉ'ｖｅ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｓｔａｎｄ ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｈｉｄｅ
Ａｌｉｇｎ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ, ｍｙ ｂｏｄｙ, ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ
Ｔｏ ｆａｃｅ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ'ｖｅ ｄｏｎｅ ａｎｄ ｄｏ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ

Ｗｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｍｙ ａｃｃｕｓｅｒ, ｎｏｗ ｌｏｏｋ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｆａｃｅ
Ｙｏｕｒ ｏｐｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎ ｒｅｅｋｓ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｒｅｅｄ ａｎｄ ｄｉｓｇｒａｃｅ
Ｓｏ ｏｎｅ ｍａｎ ｈａｓ ａｎｄ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｈａｓ ｎｏｔ
Ｈｏｗ ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｌｏｖｅ ｗｈａｔ ｉｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｇｏｔ

Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｔｏｏｋ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｗｅａｋ ｈａｎｄｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｏｒ?
Ｌｉａｒｓ ａｎｄ ｔｈｉｅｖｅｓ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｎｏｔ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｉｎ ｓｔｏｒｅ
Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｃｏｍｅ ａ ｔｉｍｅ Ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｌｏｏｋ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ
Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｐｒａｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｇｏｄ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｄｅｎｉｅｄ

Ｔｈｅｎ Ｉ'ｌｌ ｇｏ ｏｕｔ ｂａｃｋ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｌｌ ｇｅｔ ｍｙ ｇｕｎ
Ｉ'ｌｌ ｓａｙ, "Ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ ｍｅｔ ｍｅ, Ｉ ａｍ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｓｏｎ"

Ｓｅａｌ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ａｎｄ ｂｒｅａｋ ｍｙ ｐｒｉｄｅ
Ｉ'ｖｅ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｓｔａｎｄ ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｈｉｄｅ
Ａｌｉｇｎ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ, ｍｙ ｂｏｄｙ, ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ
Ｔｏ ｆａｃｅ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ'ｖｅ ｄｏｎｅ ａｎｄ ｄｏ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ

Ｗｅｌｌ, ｙｅｓ ｓｉｒ, ｙｅｓ ｓｉｒ, ｙｅｓ, ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｍｅ
Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ'ｖｅ ｄｏｎｅ, 'ｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ'ｖｅ ｓｅｅｎ
Ｉ ｗｅｎｔ ｏｕｔ ｂａｃｋ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｇｏｔ ｍｙ ｇｕｎ
Ｉ ｓａｉｄ, "Ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ ｍｅｔ ｍｅ, Ｉ ａｍ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｓｏｎ"

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ｄｉｄ ｉ ｓｔｅａｌ
ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ?
ｉ'ｌｌ ｔｒｙ ｎｏｔ
ｔｏ ｂｒｅａｋ ｉｔ

name ; they call me jack cane. aint got a real name. i was a brothel boy. mother gave me to an orphanage because she couldnt look after me, and she didnt like me. so the mistress of the orphanage named me jack cane because she liked the name. so call me jack.

age ; im twenty three years old. aint never had a birthday party, just someone showin up sayin i owe them somethin. usually a sign that its my birthday, since i agree on givin people things on my birthday. thats how i keep track of how old i am. aint really one for calendars.

gender ; aint it obvious that im a boy? if it aint you need glasses, and bad. since we're on the subject of genders, im interested in girls only. sorry guys, but men just dont spin my wheels the way girls do. even though im interested in girls, i aint never kissed a girl, but if you tell anyone, i will cut you.

personality ; well it really depends on the time of day, and whether or not someone is tryin ta kill me because im late on a payment. when im not about ta die, i can be pretty nice and 'quirky' as the city folk say. when im bein threatened im usually sarcastic and witty. ya know, what else what i do? show 'em im scared? no. i hate ta loose, and i like to be the smartest person in the room - but i cant read. i dont like tellin people i cant read, makes 'em think im stupid, which i aint.

i dont like tellin people this either, but i can sing pretty well i guess. i tend not to draw to much attention to myself, just aint the way of a thief. thieves like to stay in the back, and try not to draw too much attention to themselves. i tend not to draw too much attention to myself, but i do get myself into a lot of crappy deals. thus drawing attention to myself. im pretty good at thievin, ya know with pickin locks, pick pocketin, stealin, all that jazz, just not with deals.

history ; well like i said earlier im a brothel boy, meanin that mom sold her body to men. as you can imagine, one lucky guy slipped up and a few months later i was born. mom didnt even try the way i heard it. the day i was born she took me to the orphanage and i grew up there. aint no one want a brothel boy, so no one adopted me. i stayed there until i turned to a legal adult and they let me leave with what ever dignity i had left. while i was in the orphanage, i wasnt given enough attention, so i started actin out. i got inta a lot of trouble with the sheriff, and was told that if i kept it up i would end up in jail, or worse.

ive been in jail once, because i punched a cop, but that was it. since them i havent been caught, at least not yet. im on the run from the darkness, as they call themselves. i stole a whole bunch of money from them and two horses, why two? because one just aint enough. they had it comin though. they had me smugglin guns, ammo, weapons, all that stuff and they didnt pay me, so i took what i deserved. plus two more for all my trouble. it was worth it though, even if im on the run my entire life, ive got enough for private security.

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form and character by ➹ ｌｙｅａｎｅｔｈ.
please do not steal.
image credit goes to it's rightful owner - not me.
lyrics by mumford and sons.

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Ｉｎ ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅ ｓｔａｃｋｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｆｅａｒ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.
Ａｎｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｐａｉｎｔｅｄ ｂｌａｃｋ,
Ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ ｌｕｒｋ ｂｅｌｏｗ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｃｋ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.

Ａｎｄ ａｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｔｏ ａｎ ｅｎｄ
Ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄ
'Ｃａｕｓｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｍｙ ｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｏｎｈｅａｒｔ.
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--------------------ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ ｔｗｏ

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➳ This young mans name is Daniel Flint. He usually goes by the name of Flynn though, a shortening of his last name. So I suppose his name would be written Daniel "Flynn" Flint, but that's a bit odd to say, so being called Flynn would be just fine. Flynn turns eighteen on October 31st, the day Halloween used to be celebrated. Some say Flynn looks a few years older than seventeen.

➳ Flynn is very sociable. His sense of humour is what some would call sarcastic, but he likes the word charming. The bleach blonde boy is much like other young adult males, cocky. He thinks highly of himself, which sometimes leads to him getting into trouble. With cockiness comes arrogance, and with arrogance comes trust issues - from his point of view, at least. Flynn doesn't trust easily, but he often finds himself caught up with people he tells himself not to trust.

He is manipulative, and deceitful. He'll often manipulate others to conform to his needs, by means of charm, false promises, or intimidation. It all depends on his mood, and who he's talking too. Flynn is often told that his skill at manipulating others is not a very good one to have, he finds that it helps him more than anything - aside from his fighting abilities, of course - and that people should shut up. Overall, Flynn has a very good social game

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➳ This young mans name is Daniel Flint. He usually goes by the name of Flynn though, a shortening of his last name. So I suppose his name would be written Daniel "Flynn" Flint, but that's a bit odd to say, so being called Flynn would be just fine. Flynn turns nineteen on October 31st, the day humans celebrate the holiday known as Halloween. Some say Flynn looks a few years older than eighteen, but that's all with being a Lapsos.

➳ Flynn is very sociable with other Lapsos - or Fallen - but not so much with humans. Is sense of humour is what some would call sarcastic, but he likes the word charming. The bleach blonde fallen angel is much like other young adult males, cocky. He thinks highly of himself, which sometimes leads to him getting into trouble. With cockiness comes arrogance, and with arrogance comes trust issues - from his point of view, at least. Flynn doesn't trust easily, but he often finds himself caught up with people he tells himself not to trust.

He is manipulative, and deceitful. He'll often manipulate mundanes to conform to his needs, by means of charm, false promises, or intimidation. It all depends on his mood, and who he's talking too. Flynn is often told that his skill at manipulating others is not a very good one to have, he finds that it helps him more than anything - aside from his fighting abilities, of course - and that people should shut up. Overall, Flynn has a very good social game.

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[color=#808080]Flynn;[/color][color=transparent]......[/color] [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/5ffc1b9a3ab572e7e0f51bf81de64430/tumblr_mme2igUpvV1rjtm57o1_500.gif]Here.[/url][/size][/quote][/right]

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❝Ｄｉｄ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｌｏｖｅ ｔｉｌｌ ｎｏｗ? ｆｏｒｓｗｅａｒ ｉｔ, ｓｉｇｈｔ!
Ｆｏｒ Ｉ ｎｅ'ｅｒ ｓａｗ ｔｒｕｅ ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｔｉｌｌ ｔｈｉｓ ｎｉｇｈｔ.❞
― Ｗｉｌｌｉａｍ Ｓｈａｋｅｓｐｅａｒｅ,
Ｒｏｍｅｏ ａｎｄ Ｊｕｌｉｅｔ

name ♥ kasey welks.
nicknames ♥ 'lil red, red head, ginger.
age ♥ twenty years young.
gender ♥ female.
height ♥ four feet eleven inches.
weight ♥ one hundred twelve pounds.
first impression ♥ helplessly clueless.
traits ♥ smart, athletic, kind, romantic
likes ♥ brainteasers, puzzles, rainy days,
music, and animals.
dislikes ♥ when people don't take her seriously,
being lied to, being made fun of, and being
embarrassed.
current relationship ♥ not established.
crush ♥ [romeo]
friends ♥ not established.
enemies ♥ not established.
faceclaim ♥ hayley williams