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Hello there, Salt! I believe you know me already, but let me introduce myself the proper way. I am cece., the period goes with it. I am currently a non-owner in the Kiamara Community, and I've been trying hard to call one of them my own. I haven't come out successful, not yet, but you always have to keep trying.
I know you have forms to read besides mine, so I'll cut to the chase. I'm pretty sure you want to know more of the Kiamara himself them me. c;
If I win this bad boy, I would name him Hazmond. I don't know why, the name just popped into my head and it seemed to fit.
» gender «Hazmond is a male.
» age «He would be 21 years old.
» date of birth «Hazmond's birthday is December 19, 1992.
» birth place «His birthplace is really unknown.
» accent «Hazmond has that sweet, sexy Texas accent.
» current location «Los Angeles.
» sexuality «Hazmond is straight.
» text color «Hazmond types like
this (#265350)» occupation «Hazmond is currently a lifeguard in Los Angeles.
» personality «Charming and flirtatiousHazmond is usually charming and flirtatious around females, of course. He likes to impress them with either his 'sweet talk' or doing something sweet for them, like buying them flowers or chocolate. It's something that hell do to his girlfriend, or to his girl friends if they're down.
Sweet and caringThis side of him will show around his family, children and elders. Usually he'll help elders walk across the street or with loading their groceries in their car. Hazmond's usually sweet and caring around the elders at the nursing home his father's currently resided in. He'll buy them soup or something so they won't have to leave their bed to get it.
Strict and seriousHazmond's strict and serious side won't really show outside of the beach. This side of his personality is 'directed' towards his job, being a lifeguard. He's usually strict and serious when he's on the job, but outside of the job, he's a different person.
» history «written in Hazmond's point of viewYeah, I was born and raised like a normal Kia and blah blah. Haha, no, I wasn't. Actually, I wasn't born into a loving home with a sister or parents to love. I was born, and given to an orphanage in Texas when I was only a month old. I didn't really feel love in the orphanage. I always felt lonely and depressed. I wouldn't eat for weeks because I was depressed. The helpers at the orphanage tried to help me out of it, but i told them I was fine and I just needed sleep. It worked after a while, but it started getting old and they got suspicious. They brought food to me every morning, and told I had to eat. I did eat, of course, but not much. I would eat a meal every day for a week and the next week I didn't touch a single thing. It was when I was about 9 or 10 when a family of three came looking for a son to look over their daughter. The family interviewed about 11 boys before they got to me. The didn't have that 'emotional click' with the other boys. The helpers dragged me down, and they interviewed me, and I could tell something amazing was going to happen. They interviewed me for about 15 minutes. The women who was sitting in the seat next to the man was, I was guessing, the mother. She held a squirming baby in her arms, and struggled to keep the baby occupied. She looked at the owner of the orphanage, and smiled widely. "I think we've found the one." And that was the end of my suffering. I was going to be loved for once.
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My new parents took me home that night, and the introduced me to them. My little sister was Lelia, my mom was Halia and my dad was named Tyrone. I could tell that Halia was going to be a bossy, rude brat. I had to prepare myself. It's just the way they treated her, I could tell she was going to grow up to be one.
My new parents told me I could call them by their names until I got comfortable with them, but i didn't care. I called them mom and dad the first day I came home. My mom was about to cry.
My life from the moment until I was 18 was alright. When I was 18, my life took a horrific turn. My mom picked up Halia from school, and basically my sister never made it home. My mom was pretty old by then, maybe about 55. I mean, they got me when they my mom was 46 and my dad was 45. They adopted Lelia when they first moved to Texas.
Anyways, they got hit by a semi, and my mom was the only one who survived. My sister, who was about 13, flung herself over my mom, and tried to save my mom's life. It worked, of course, but she was killed doing it. She was crushed. I couldn't bare it, I couldn't go back into depression again. I couldn't go anorexic again. I had to get out of there. I packed my things, hide my luggage under my bed and waited until nightfall. It was about 1:00 AM, and my dad was snoring loudly. I wrote a note for them, let it on the table and snuck out into the night, hoping to never return to that house again. When I got outside, the pain settled in my stomach and I forced myself to call a cab. I waited in the cold, frosty air for 20 minutes until the cab came around the corner. After all, we did live in the country. I climbed inside, and rubbed my hands together.
"Where would you like to go?" The cab driver asked me, lifting his eyebrow.
"California."
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The cab driver dropped me off at a local bus stop, maybe about an hour away from my house. I paid him, said my thank you's, and that was last day in Texas. It took about 6 hours for me to reach California, taking stops along the way to climb onto another bus. Once I reached California, I rented a hotel room with the money I had saved, and stayed in there until I found a job. I found a job at a local Jack In the Box, and I worked there for a couple months. I still work there, of course, but only on the weekends. I found a job at the beach as a lifeguard, and I've been working there since.
I haven't forgot about my past and the things that seemed horrifying to me, but I have to look forward.
» likes «
✓ Soccer
✓ The ocean
✓ Swimming
✓ Sunsets
✓ Morning
✓ Music
✓ Girls
✓ Comedy
✓ Summer
✓ Chocolate
✓ Babies
✓ Cooking and baking
✓ Texting
✓ Sleeping
» dislikes «
✕ Girls with high voices
✕ Hockey
✕ Working out
✕ Fakes
✕ Dolls
✕ Blood
✕ Being alone
✕ Diets
✕ Cold weather
✕ Smoking
✕ Cigarettes
✕ Alcohol
✕ Scary movies
✕ Babysitting
» pet peeves «
➊ Hazmond absolutely hates it when a Kiamara wears the same color shirt and shorts.
➋ When someone puts themselves above everyone else, and thinks they're better than everyone else.
➌ He doesn't really like it when a mother screams at their child in public.
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