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-Name:-
Tess.

-Personality-
Tess is your punky teenage girl who loves rock/rap music's, posters, and pizza! She often goes to band with her friends and plays her electric guitar. Despite her punky ways, her room stays very clean, she is very neat and organized. She loves animals, so she has just about 50 stuffed animals in her closet! Her favorite color is purple.

-Backstory:-
The main events of her life started when she was just 8 years old (in human years).... the thing she could remember the most was her father. Her dad, was never around. She always missed him, and her mum too. She didn't understand why he had gone, and never did. As she got older (now 12 in human years), she began to discover the world of music. Of course her favorite music was rock. She would always remember the day her mom surprised her with her own guitar and music lessons! She started to make lots of friends among the music world and loved playing music with them. She explored more and got into lots of other kinds of musical instruments. But one day while she was performing, she fell off the stage from tripping on a loose wire! She broke her front right leg and was sent to the hospital. She as very bored, and missed music ALOT. Her mom came in to her hospital room and surprised her with her with a picture of something. That something, was her first pet! The picture was of a rabbit, a black one. She was over joyed! After being in the hospital for a couple weeks she was sent out completely healed. Her friends missed her a lot and they were very happy to have her back! Tess (now 18 human years) wanted her first job, since she loved animals, she decided to work at a zoo. She loved her time there at the zoo, and still works there to this day. She often started thinking about her dad, but she couldn't really remember much. You could find her sitting under her favorite willow tree, reading all kinds of books. Tess is now 20 years old (human years) and is enjoying her job at the zoo, and playing music with her friends.
[ other things I want you to know not related to Tess: I'm coppa, this would be my first plumie, I'm really bad at coding and writing]
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[snafu,]

probably reserve

[not a talking cat]

possible reserve!
casino dealer??
lady's man? -mayb

[PixelPlushiee]

by X. Collins

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Special dedication to:
-Kaspar who is my greatest friend and inspiration
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WARNING This book is humorous and more personal. It won't be serious and boring. ♥

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• Hello there, reader.
  Many of you can tell that my name is X. Collins. But my bigger fans would
  probably know that it's just an artistic nickname that I'm using. I'm Nicolas
  Bell, nice to meet you! But uh, maybe we can skip that offical greeting?
  I also asked my friend to describe me in a good way to my autobiography.
  

  ''A fantasy writer, who is known for books like ''Dance with a Sulfur'',
  ''Silver Sword's Coast'' or bestseller- ''Day of the Dead''.

  Be honest, is this description interesting to you? You don't need to answer!
  It's just a rhetorical question. Haha. I would describe myself as a creative,
  popular and handsome male. Just joking again! This Nicolas Bell is more
  similar to a panicked pedant who has more defects than you could ever
  imagine. Absentminded, peevish, phlegmatic, ulgy drawer...
  Thank you Kaspar for all of these 'useful' descriptions! I still love you~
  In fact, I couldn't complain. He is more nice to me than usual now.
  !!Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ!! Of course I have/had more serious problems, but I will talk
  about that in next chapter! Keep reading~ !!Eɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ!!

I know it's still a little about me, so there are few funfatcs for my fangirls!
[I wish I had even one...] But sorry my ladies... I'm interested in boys mostly!

• ✗ I always try to keep my things clean and organised, but I'm so abstracted!
• ✗ I hate when someone interrupts my arrangement.
• ✗ My fav food is a salad from a cucumber, tomato, and pepper.
• ✗ I also love licorice. How could all of these people hate it?!
• P.S. You can send me some. Would love you forever.
• ✗ I love rain. But only outside the window! Phh...
• ✗ I usually find inspiration when I'm cleaning my house.
• ✗ I have some internet friends that are my best help and talkers. ♥
• ✗ I wish that I can draw well, but I can't. I was always so jealous about
• all these artists...
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← Mine
Kaspar's →

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Ａ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs
sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

Usually people have one or two fears.
I'm probably a special plumerian. From the youngest years
I was afraid of literally most things on this world. My parents
tried to help me, but it didn't give any results beside my
discomfort. My problems were starting to grow worse,
when I started to living in my own flat. I was able to find
most of my fears outside- in the nature that everyone else loves.
Germs, dirt, dogs, worms... They were everywhere that I
looked! That's the main reason why I stayed inside these four
walls. I started writing in primary school. Silly, childish
stories about worlds that only cats and dogs live... Or
other things that creeped me. It helped me to calm myself
down. In middle school I found interest in 'Fantasy' stuff;
nymphs, dragons, magic... They didn't scare me at all.
I sometimes dreamed what would it be like if they could live
on this world instead of all of my phobias. That's the beginning
of my writer's journey. Thousands of images in my head!
So when I started my adult stage most of my free time was
spent writing, cleaning, and doing other inside works.At some point
I realized that I wanted writing to be my way of life. I created
some books and I started searching publishers. It wasn't easy
task, but I finally reached my goal.

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Then I wasn't even leaving my house. Sometimes I felt
really bad, because lack of the fresh air or sun, but my health
wasn't in danger. My laptop was my best friend- I had all of my
ideas, texts and stuff there. It always helped me find out what's
going on on the world and stay in contact with my friends. They
sometimes visited me, but I wasn't very happy about it. More
bacteria... I was doing shopping on internet- clothes, important
things, plus food. I wears rubber gloves when I'm taking something
from the delivery man. We can't always know...
I payed bills with my writer's salary. It was small
at first, but it grew when one of my books started to be very
popular. It's a bestseller now (sequel in progress!).
And there is a surprise that you may or may not know. But, most
readers call me a 'Nature master', because I'm great at
describing places. From forest to cities. My fans usually asked
where I found my inspiration for these. They thought that I was
traveling a lot. Big mistake. Everything came into existence
in my head, I wasn't modeling by real spots.
I thought that I was a real genius in this field, but everything
has become clear one day...

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One day I was working on new chapters to the sequel of ''Day of the Dead''. Nice silence and
cleanliness filled my room. The two things I can call 'Best Friends'. But then my peace was interrupted by
a loud knocking. Someone was at the door. I wasn't expecting any guests and people who want
to visit me ALWAYS must tell about it in advance. Getting annoyed, I went to hall and opened doors.
I was very surprised, when I saw an unknown, dirty kid with a dog. At first I just wanted to close the door
in their noses. No! Not because I'm rude, I'm scared of dogs, okay? Remember? But then I realised
that the weather outside is horrible. There was a heavy storm with a lot of lightning. Boy said that he
doesn't have place where he can wait for downpour to end. Reluctantly I agreed to 'a short stop'. Of course I had my
gloves on- just in case. Then I asked boy to close his dog to the bathroom... They weren't both very happy
about it, but my home, my rules. Little brat showed no gratitude. He didn't care about some rules that
we talked about earlier. Foe example, not touching anything or exploring my flat. Whipster played on my nerves.
I couldn't even focus on writing. I hoped that he would just go to sleep, but of course some strange powers
gave me bad luck. I just wanted to throw him out the window. Why I always have such a great heart? Tsch.
Ultimately we found a common language. It turned out that we started to talk normally. Boy didn't
have home and a dog was his only friend. Life on the street must be very difficult. It's embarrassing to me
to say this, but I got a jolt of inspiration after those confessions. I also felt sorry for him. After that
I said that he can visit me whenever he wanted to, but lately I regretted my words. I had forgotten about all
the stuff that he can bring off the street. Disgusting... I showed him my works too. I specifically chose the
best descriptions of places to impress him. What was my astonishment, when he told me that these
passages sounds very artificial. Ungrateful youngster. Asked about the details, he pointed to these
fragments, using his own correction later. Of course I didn't agree with him. He insulted my pride.
Everybody liked my works... But then doubts were born in me.
Then we met many times. I started slowly tolerate it. His dog wasn't so terrible too, but of course he was
still staying in the bathroom. Just as I though, kid came over often. Sometimes for dinner, other times just for usual
meeting. Every time I showed improved descriptions to him, but according to his opinion it still was not it.
After some time we started to correct them together. In the end, the boy spent most of his life in the open air.
He had a ''little'' more experience than me. I trusted him. Even if he was a smart alek. A crucial step in my life
came when, despite my objections, the child pulled me... Outside. Yes. Of course with the full protective package.
I must have looked like a fool, haha​​. The first trip was awful . Full of fear. Since these events have passed
a lot of time. I'm still afraid of many things on the court, but it's a way better. My body began to relax.
However, I only go out with that boy. Never alone. We can draw inspiration together.
And that's how me and Kaspar are best friends now.

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✧ Kaspar belongs to Insaniity
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[Medd]

Res with the idea that he is a marine biologist
He is particularly quiet, assumed mute
Adores music, gives him inspiration
Loves graffiti art, a passion

[GressgrinAST]

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✘ name;; Terrox Brandt.

✘ meaning;; - 'terror', as he spreads fear wherever he goes - 'fox', as he is sly and manipulative.
- a German surname meaning 'sword'.

✘ gender;; Anoboy- gender often fades in and out, but always male when it returns.

✘ occupation;; Sells rare herbs, potions and the like as a travelling nomad, setting up shop in places with gullible plumerians who are likely to believe his many lies. The reason behind this is simple; many of the items he sells are not as he claims them to be, and he often lies his way into selling something common for a very high price. He's not caught in the act often, and when he is, he claims to have not known of the true nature of what he was selling.

✘ personality;; Terrox is known to many, both friend and foe alike, as a villainous, sly plumerian. He's never afraid to get what he wants though cheating and wrongdoing, so long as he's confident he can get away with it; he'll evade trouble by any means, even if that translates as betraying one of his own friends. Lying comes naturally to him, almost as a second nature or sixth sense of sorts, and when put into a difficult situation or the like, his prime instinct is to lie his way out of it. Those who decide to make contact with him must be wary, as for all they could know, every word leaving his mouth could be as mean as he himself.

Terrox is extremely conceited, and his entire world revolves almost completely around himself and his money. He couldn't care less what kind of problems his friends get themselves into, and when another is in trouble, their pleads for help would fall on deaf ears- Terrox cares only for his own well-being, despite sometimes showing a softer, more caring side.

likes;;
• exploring new lands
• solitude
• baking (this one's kept a secret)
• chamomile tea
• manga and anime
• attempting to play the guitar
• playing old computer games
• glassware

favourites;;
• element; water
• animal; fox
• fruit; gooseberry
• spice; saffron
• musical instrument; guitar
• season; winter
•flower; bluebell

xdislikes;;
x• coffee
x• the great outdoors
x• birds waking him up every morning
x• having to socialize
x• loud dogs barking
x• minced meat
x• romantic novels
x• guessing games

xleast favourites;;
x• element; air
x• animal; dog
x• fruit; blueberry
x• spice; cassia
x• musical instrument; flute
x• season; spring
x• flower; hollyhock

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xxIt was raining the night I met her. The sound of heavy rainfall all but drowned out our every word of conversation, no matter how loud we spoke. She'd come along, and taken an interest in my wares. I'd decided that she wasn't worth trying to fool. She was clever. Much more so than me. I knew even before I spoke to her, from how she held herself as she strolled through the town, her fur sodden with water, and that intelligent glint that shone so bright in her eyes, that it would be a lost cause to attempt to lie. I knew that she'd see past my every false word.

She made the first contact. A simple 'hello' was all it was, but it meant so much. Nobody had ever stopped to talk to me before, you see- I wasn't exactly known for kindness in that town. In fact, many stayed away from me simply because of the 'strange look' in my eyes. They think I'm dangerous, and tell their children to stay away from me. I don't mind, though. Let them think what they want.

I never even spoke back to her, when I think about it. I just looked her straight in the eyes and gave the biggest grin I could muster, making sure to show off my fangs. No reaction. I was... startled, to say the least. I remember that my eyes were wide, and my mouth was probably agape, too. She was smart, but she was brave too. Nice mix of virtues, if you ask me. She knew that if the situation arose, she could outsmart me, and she was probably stronger than me, too. I was never one to support fighting a woman- or to fight at all, to be honest. I prefer to just slip away unnoticed. There's never much reason behind getting hurt. Maybe that's why I'm so weak. It doesn't matter.

As she left, she cast a warm smile in my direction before disappearing into the night. I was quiet for a while, listening intently to the slowly fading sound of her feet hitting the water which had pooled on the street as she departed. I still remember exactly what her smile looked like. You don't just forget a moment like that. Maybe that's why we still talk, from time to time. Sometimes, I'll see her visiting a town that I've set up shop in. We'll talk for a while. She'll point out something about myself that I didn't even know.

I think... yeah. We're friends.


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Young Salem and I get along like a house on fire. He's so excitable around me, which is odd. I'm not exactly the most interesting plumerian around, but I never object. He is but a small child; excitement is in his nature, twisted so strongly into his personality that it'll probably never be shaken out of him. Well, around me, that is, anyway. He's not as happy with others. Still childlike, of course, but he acts differently when he's with me.

Why? I don't know. It could be anything, really. But the one thing I'm betting on is our shared interest in potions. His namesake, y'know, the Salem Witch Trials, were devastating. Really terrible stuff. But he's taken an interest in potions and witchcraft and the like. Sort of like me.

I've shared all my secrets with him. I've shown him some of my own creations, potions and that stuff, and he loves it when I tell him how to brew them up. I don't lie to him like I do to others. He's only a child, and nothing will happen if my potion recipes are shared with him. He's clever, of course. I know that as well as anybody. Do I trust him? Yes, I do. More than anybody else. And it's not just because he's a child that he never shares my secrets with anybody, not even his family. I've told him that I value loyalty above all other virtues, and he's never forgotten that. Every time he visits me, he repeats those four special words.

"It's still a secret!"

For the first time since before I can remember, I've smiled a genuine smile.


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✘ art;; 'Pleased to make your acquaintance...'

[darling feathers]

Possible mark

[suneater]

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➛Birthday:: June 11, 1992
➛Birthstone:: Alexandrite
➛Zodiac:: Gemini
➛Chinese Zodiac:: Monkey

➛Name:: Elliot Wagner
➛Nicknames:: Eel, Ellie
➛Age:: 23 years old
➛Sexuality:: Pansexual Demiromantic

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Megalovania - Toby Fox

Word Crimes - "Weird Al" Yankovic

Eye of the Tiger - Survivor

Safe and Sound - Capital Cities

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

Hurricane Season - Trombone Shorty

"Don't judge me the first chance .i
you get, because I'm afraid I'm a
bit spontaneous."
Elliot is rather inconsistent. One day he'll be cold
and hostile, and the next he'll be sunny and
helpful. He takes on a 'professional' tone,
often making smart comments, ever trying
to prove his intelligence, or as Elliot calls
it, 'wealth of knowledge'. However most
of the time Elliot is quite sweet, fatherly
and a tad lazy, always dropping the
occasional bad pun here and there.

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F O O D➟ Macarons

D R I N K➟ Strawberry Malts

M O V I E➟ Back to the Future

L A N G U A G E➟ French

A N I M A L➟ Fox

C O L O R➟ Orange

T E A M➟ Denver Broncos

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Elliot works as an astronomer,
studying many different stars
and galaxies. His main job is
to study the Andromeda Galaxy,
the closest major galaxy to the
Milky Way.

"Work? More like a hobby. I find it fun to stare at the stars, it gives me a feeling of insignificance. Plus, we get to sit in inflatable chairs."
Elliot is an astrologer, studying galaxies and stars for a living. His employer believes in a fun environment, often leading to Elliot sliding down the handrails and hitting his fellow employees with pool noodles. As well as his job, Elliot has multiple hobbies that take up most of his free time.
Elliot plays violin, which he was introduced to by his friend Levi. He also cooks for his friends and siblings, making little treats for them as well as tiny desserts. Sometimes Elliot will write, and someday publish, tidbits of a diary, or as he calls it, "The Fabulous Journey of Yours Truly" in which he puts his knowledge of large words to use and often has to include a glossary in the back. Elliot also has a passion for rugby. Since he has graduated from Yale, a major rugby-playing college, Elliot has watched the games with his colleagues and picked up a bit of an obsession for the sport.

"I do have quite a few
friends, and I know a
few better than others"

➟L E V I
Levi is one of Elliot's good friends, and actually the one to introduce him to violin. They might play violin together if they feel a bit musical. They are colleagues and were roommates, and took a variety of courses together. Although the two had only known each other since college, they have become pretty close friends in the short period of time. Often the two might watch a game of rugby together as well. Elliot tends to make more cookies than Levi can eat, leading to many cookies being "re-homed".

➟L I S I A N
Lisian is Elliot's best friend, the two have been very good friends since childhood. Elliot and Lisian both take part in their more feminine hobbies together. Elliot, after trying one day as a girl, found a few hobbies he rather liked. Lisian liked them as well, and the two had fun doing them together. Now, Elliot has developed a bit of a crush on him. Elliot is now trying to impress him as much as he can, whether it be cooking meals for him or playing songs for Lisian, Elliot may be referred as a bit... head over heels for his long-time best friend. Around Lisian, Elliot tries to be a bit manly and tough, but the poor guy just doesn't have it in him. He admits he's only faking his so-acclaimed toughness, as Elliot can't bear to lie to his best friend. Whether Lisian likes him back, Elliot can only hope.

click the image for Elliot's history! uvu

I'd like to say good luck to all trying out! I know this guy will go to a great home!
I found a great deal of fun making Elliot and I developed a connection with this guy.
Congrats to the future owner of this pretty dude!

"All hail King Elliot!"

all art and coding is by me
levi belongs to baigel
lisian belongs to slimedog

[Kydashing]

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{ Male - Pansexual ("Show me Love") }
{__Capricorn / January 4th__}
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{ My Heart Song ;; }
{__Calvin Harris - Blame ft. John Newman__}
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A young man with mismatched eyes glances your way before making his way over...

"Hey there, you interested in a cut or style today?" He asks with a sultry look in his eyes before noticing your questioning eyes at him.
"Ey, I see. Why don't I introduce myself?" He says before twirling the long strand on hair near his eyes with his fingers.
"My name is Brady, Brady Holiday. I am the owner of this hair salon along with the side show of dog walking. The shop's name is Holiday Hair and Honor. The dog walking service is named after me, Holiday Dog Walking Services."

A bark almost sound like the dog was chattering can be heard before you see a small Dalmatian pup by your feet. You see there is a hot dog in his mouth. His eyes look innocent and oblivious.

"Sorry bout that, it's my pal Dipper" Brady says with a chuckle before bending down to Dipper. "Go on now, I have a guest."
And with that, the small pup went on his way.

Brady stood up again, leaning on the side of the barber half wall. He crossed his arms before tilting his head back to you.

"So, you come to get some information about me?" He sighed. Brady rolled his eyes before giving you a teasing look. "I have been getting alot of you kind of people lately. So...let's hear it..."

And so you begin the interview...

"Ugh! I am better then that!"

I grew up in a household where I was the only child. I lived with my mother, father, and my mother's sister, my aunt Casey.
My father was a banker for small town for the first 10 years of my life, while my mother and aunt worked as cleaning ladies. I would hear them be called "busy bodies" or "maids" too. I often was with them when they went to work at their client's homes.

Both my mother and aunt were stubborn women who not only believed what they said was right, but would hear nothing about back sassing or having "the last say". They were hard working ladies, and i respected them very much. I did what they said and listened as well as i could. Unfortunately, my content forgetfulness irritated them to no end.

I feel guilty for not being able to what they said. I wanted to do what I could, but i simply was not enough. I began to believe perhaps if i was a girl my mother wouldn't be so harsh. She told me once, "It's because your a boy! And when your grow up, you'll be a man, but that changes nothing. Still useless."
That's when I think i lost a little of my self control.

It became more clear to me. Mother saw me for my gender. For the stereotype, not me.
Fights began, and i began to speak more.
I also began to get irritated and verbally fight as if i was at war.

It has been over 5 years since i spoke to my mother. When i left the house at the age of 23, nothing had changed.
She still saw me as a no good man, and i thought it over, realizing where she had these ideas.
My mother had divorced my father when i was 18, after getting fed up with his spending habits and carelessness.

I saw...that she was mad at him. And she saw him in me, in that blaming me.

I still mail her birthday, mothers day and Christmas cards regardless of the fact she never answers.
Because she still is my mother. And I am proud, because love is more then what i believe people think it should be.
Roses and smiling faces.
Sometimes, if you love someone, you must let them go.



"Pride is only ugly when there is nothing to be proud of!"

It's a complicated emotion, something that I wasn't always. In fact, as a young child I had no pride, so being this now is a night-day difference.
As stated before, my father was a banker for alot of my life. As such, I am sure you believe he must have had good money and a good head on his shoulders.
Unfortunately, that is very much wrong.
My father had bad habits that he never let go, even now.
He grew up in a well off home, given a good job as a banker before stealing from his own family, whom quickly wanted nothing to do with him. He liked money, and spending it.

Though my father had these habits, he could easily play the good banker in front of anyone. That's how he kept his job up for so long, even being promoted to come to NYC. But, that money he made rarely came home.
He would go out to spend it on luxuries like gambling, drinking and useless things of the like.
My father made a good check too, that my aunt and mother wouldn't of had to work. We could have lived on his check comfortably. We could of...done alot.

Father just could never learn from his mistakes nor listen to anyone. Eventually mother finally saved enough and worked enough to leave him. She never deserved that treatment.

So...where does my pride come in?

I have pride in the fact that i didn't do a "monkey-see, monkey-do" scenario that would have lead me down his path of gluttony and greed. Instead, I can say i am a graduate, a business owner, a home owner, and have alot more control then him.
Whenever I think I have messed up or feel I have not done enough, i remember him.

I remember at least...I am not him. I am me. And that is something to be proud of.



"It's a bad habit they say. I wish it was."

I think this is something I came with when i was born. If i could remember, Im sure i was always like this.
Where's my keys? Where'd I put my backpack? Who's my 2-a clock appointment again?

These are the questions I see myself asking over and over again.
I feel that the hostile and unwelcoming environment I grew up in didn't help, but encouraged this.
I was nervous and worried whenever I lost of forgot something. Because, I knew mom would have a fit.

Even as a grown man, I tell you, I am still searching. It's like running after your own tail, I imagine.
Being forgetful may not be so great to have as apart of whom I am...
But I know, that i allows me to ask for help, to want to understand more.
Even if I ...
What am I talking about?



"Be lively! Be ready for anything!"

Energy is such a simple but wondrous thing! The ability to move, speak, think...all of that takes energy!
We get it by eating, drinking, exercise and sleep. To not have too muc or too little is always something to figure out...

I believe that as a child, being told to sit and stay quite, drove me to being me today.
I can jump, run, and do what I want when I want. It's freedom, something I didn't always have.
Taking advantage of it, and doing all you can it what drives me.
I love acting, not so much talking. Well, I am a good talker too!

Overall, let's keep this simple; I am known for my upbeat aura, and it's no lie. There's just so much to do!



"Don't just love. Be loved. Love love. It's everywhere!"

Is it so odd to state this as apart of who i am? Never heard that before?
I see, that's a shame, as I guess many people don't see love like I do.

Want to know what I mean? Alright...

Love is... everything. It's an emotion, a time, a place, a person, a thing. It's every sense you can have.
I'm sure you think I'm being smooth or some poet. But, I am not.
I have always believed that if you want to be loved, love others. Feel what they feel. See what they see. So on.

To be love-able, I think, is to be easy going while aware. To put yourself out there, ready to care, but not to be stepped on.
It's pretty complicated, but believe me, if you have kindness in your heart and are capable of understanding others...
You too, may be love-able.

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Shopaholic ;;

That's right, Brady loves to shop, like a girl with her crew. Be it clothes to groceries, he has a blast...and may spend a bit much along the way. It probably comes from the expectation to look good in his profession, but we think it's because he's materialistic.
His favorite place to shop is a block away from his apartment, called Freshin. This is a vegan/non-dairy/farm to table kind of store. He likes to see all the unusual but delightfully yummy treats they offer, along with other things. He himself is not a vegan of the sorts, but rather likes the health benefits. (Or spending his money)

Hairstylist ;;

Brady is a professional hair stylist with a associates
in business management. This enables him to not
only work for himself, but have abilities not all
hairstylists can say they have!
Brady really loves the time he has helping his
clients find the right look or do "the usual" for them.
He has become quite popular in the area for his
upbeat aura and skill. Though at times his
forgetfulness gets in the way, at this point,
his clients know and shrug it off as his "niche".
He can do a variety of hairstyles, be it for men
or women, children to elderly, wigs to even pets!
This challenges him and gives him more ways to
offer ideas to his clientele. He also helps with
waxing, dying hair, and conditioning.

Dog Walker ;;

Brady does this on his spare time, usually it
being Saturday and Sunday mornings. He has a
sign outside his hair shop that states he offers
dog walking as well. Some wonder what a
professional stylist could want walking dogs, as
it certainly isn't a profession or money maker.
Quite simply put, Brady is a dog lover and will
take any chance he can at interacting with them.
He is quite busy of a guy, so having only one dog is
all he can afford with his time. He makes up by
bringing his buddy Dipper, his Dalmatian pup, to
the shop alot. In addition to that, Dipper is
beside him on all walks he takes with the others
he needs to walk, making sure the other dogs listen.
(Though...Dipper is a bit air-headed to actually help.)

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Brady met Eloise by being told about his hair salon.
She was visiting NYC for the first time, and it
also being her her first time in America.
She went to a cafe a few blocks from his
salon, and after commenting to the waitress
about her lovely do, she was insisted to vist
Brady's shop.
Once the two met, they got along well.
Brady pretty much bragged about himself,
and Eloise listen happily.
She hasn't been able to visit in over a
year now, but knows she has a friend in
the Big Apple whom will welcome her back.
Brady finds her quite refreshing to talk
to, not only for her outgoing bubbly
behavior but French accent.

Azula met Brady through a chance meeting.
Brady was does his dog walking services,
going on with three other dogs beside his
pup Dipper. When they took a turn, a
very unsuspecting passerby was
bombarded by the dogs. Why?
She was holding a box of meat lover's pizza.
Azula was on her was to a conference that
she needed to attend, hence why
she is in NYC. The pizza was a request
by one of her colleges, and now
it was a dog's meal.
Brady quickly helped her up and
got her a new pizza for all the trouble.
They ended up chatting up and
became alright friends.
Azula likes him just as he is, as
he reminds her of her daughters back home.
Brady likes her as-well, but can get upset around
her easily because she reminds him of her mother,
or more or so, how he wished she could have been.

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~~~~~~~~Dipper was found by Brady while he was being chased by a dog catcher. He was a stray pup that had been stealing hot dog s at a local vendor nearby. Brady was on his way home from work when the dog jumped into his arms. When the catcher asked him to hand him over, Brady looked at the pup and said, "I'll take him home, he won't cause no more trouble."
As much as that would have been nice, Dipper is still quite the rascal and still finds a way to steal hot dogs from the same vendor. Brady brings him to work alot to keep him company, and keep watch over him.
Dipper's name came from the night he was brought home. Brady saw the little dipper in the sky and thought it just made sensd. They are best for friends!

Where were you born? Where have you lived since then?

I was born in Bangor, Pennsylvania in the early morning of January 4th. It's a small town in PA, with a population of 5,000. I grew up there with my mother, father and aunt Casey until I was 12. We moved from there to New York City, where my dad got a job as a banker near main street. It was a pretty big deal. We lived in lower Queens.
I loved living there that when I moved out, I moved down into Brooklyn where i could see the statue of liberty from my window!

Do you have a nickname?

Some people think my name is a nickname, but it really is my name. I guess some people call me "Brady Bunchie" or "Holly", but i don't like those!

What is in your refrigerator right now? On your bedroom floor? On your nightstand? In your garbage can?

I have alot of vegan snacks and fruit smoothies in it...and some left over Chinese.
Carpet, dog hair, socks and whatever Dipper feels like throwing on it.
A lamp, some cut up pictures for a magazine for ideas and loose change from my pockets.
Well...trash.

What is your most precious item? Why is it?

My scarf. I have had it for...5 years now? It is very important to me, as i bought it the same day I bought my apartment. It was just a scarf then, simple but with flare. But, it grew on to me, as if reminding me how far I've come and my home. It's not easy living in NYC, and everyday is certainly a test! But me and this scarf have made it so far.

I hear your a dog lover, does that mean you hate cats?

Ah no! Cats are cool, don't get me wrong. Eloise has one and he is pretty chill. I just like dogs more, i guess since when i grew up, we couldn't have one. My neighbors all had one or so and my family traveled too much or where just too busy for pets. I guess now i'm on my own i take advantage of what i didn't have.

What does your sexuality mean to you?

As you know, I am pan-sexual. I quote it with "show me love". Why you might ask? Simple but not so...
As i hit puberty, i began to find attractive features in others and have the "butterflies" alot. It was quite annoying as I neither understood nor liked it. When I realized what it meant, I also realized i felt similar in emotions to males and females.
When I told my parents, they were shocked and didn't quite understand. I would be asked "is she cute or she?" and I would say; "I don't know either, so they only look cute." I would shrug. When I met people, I could understand them and see qualities i either liked or not. That's what drove my "sexuality" I guess.

Name the top 3 places you want to visit one day, and why.

~ Paris, France : It's the city of love i hear and i want to see if it's true. I also love french cuisine.
~ Putta Cana, Mexico : I have seen pictures of friends going there for vacation. They have the clearest water, and I love me a good party!
~ London, England : I am a hairstylist after all and this place is known for the fashion shows! I love style, be it hair to clothes, women or men, it's super cool. I have never gone to a real show but it would be an honor!

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[PrincelyMagik]

Rea but I know I won't win cause I'm not creative