[doglover947]

Name: Aiden
Name Meaning: Fire
Gender: male
Personality:
Aiden is a big animal lover. He loves to go on adventures.
He is shy, quiet, honest, impatient, jumpy, spunky, silly & weird.
Occupation: Aiden is a zoo keeper.
Accent: Aiden has an Australian accent.

Ideas
Please don't steal
scared of snakes

[Marsh]

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Jethro is a sarcastic jerk who loves inflicting pain, not usually physical, on others and watching them suffer. His sadistic ways originated in school where he was the bully, always pushing and shoving people around. It all started when this kid threw a stone at him, probably because of him being transgender. After this event something snapped inside of him, almost like that kid broke him. At lunch someone asked him what was wrong and he reacted by punching them in the face. Sure his hand hurt a little, but it was satisfying seeing how his actions affected that person. He soon found that nothing was more satisfying than slowly driving people crazy through his mind games and his attacks began to become less physical.

He fell out with his parents after being suspended from several schools and no other schools would take him. Jethro packed a few belongings and decided to run away from home, leaving everything he knew behind. Jethro ended up living on the streets, using his classic 'innocent good-boy' charms and appearance to collect money for the essentials. He soon learned that the best way to squeeze the most out of people was to clean himself up every day so he didn't look like the type of person who would just go and waste the money on alcohol

When he was nineteen he received his first offer which he declined, but Jethro had missed messing with people in the way he used to so the offers gradually became more tempting until he finally caved. They came from anonymous people in the form of scrawled up pieces of paper left beside him whilst he was sleeping telling him a place and a time. The next stage of the operation is not all that pleasant, but it earns him enough money to live luxuriously in a pent house flat and gives him the opportunity to do what he does best. One could describe Jethro as manipulative. The old saying "never trust a Greek bearing gifts" could not ring truer. He uses little gifts and trinkets to gain the trust of his victims before he delivers the lethal pill.

A side people don't know about him is the one where every time he looks into a mirror he cries, a world where his insecurities affect his ability to connect to another person. Only one thing truly scares him: himself. The way Jethro views himself is generally negative due his desperately low self-esteem, he is disgusted by himself and quite frankly loathes his body. He's too fat there, too skinny here, too much muscle in one arm and not enough in the other.

His main hobby involves sitting in coffee shops and observing the behaviours of the general public. From his time on the streets, he learned that you can tell a lot about a person through their appearance alongside the way they carry themselves and their mannerisms. Jethro analyses everyone's body language to try and see how much he can find out about a person, it's become automatic for him over the years and since he started doing so he's realised that it takes time to fully understand the true reasons behind an action, it's impossible to tell from only watching a short while. Jethro finds that it gives him the ability to notice subtleties in a conversation that even the person doing them can't notice. A negative part that comes with this is that he tends to overanalyse everything and read into the simplest of things.

[avaloafe]

by me

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username; ajohanna
name; jacklin
nicknames; jack, jik
gender; male
zodiac sign; taurus
accent; australian
nativity; australia
job occupation; forensic scientist
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"a very good forensic scientist must have the characteristic of being highly analytical, as analyzing and solving complex problems is the core aspect of his job. forensic scientists use scientific methodology and testing of evidence to provide law enforcement officials with crucial information on cases. an important aspect of being analytical is also being detail-oriented, able to pick apart bits of information through critical thinking. the analytical process is what allows a good forensic scientist to identify evidence and then link it to a suspect or crime scene.”

i paused, taking in a breath before continuing my mini lesson that the big boss told me to teach to a whole class of boring teenagers.

“forensic scientists must maintain perfect accuracy in their investigations, such as keeping impeccable records, because they are fully responsible for their findings and may need to report them in court cases. being truthful in their assessments is also crucial because they are expected to uphold the law, and part of this characteristic is being ethical. good forensic scientists have a natural desire to seek and report the whole truth and nothing but the truth. this entails making sure that all tests and written reports are done accurately and thoroughly, and that their testimonies include all necessary information.”

honestly why did i have to teach these dammed kids? i mean they are freshman in high school. they shouldn’t be looking for a career anytime soon!

“forensic scientists must be very well-spoken in case they need to explain their findings in court as expert witnesses, and they must also be excellent writers so they can prepare extremely detailed reports of those findings. highly effective communication skills are an important characteristic of forensic scientists because part of their job is explaining very complex scientific information in user-friendly terms that any person outside of the fields of sciences could understand.”

blah blah blah is this over yet?

“expertise in many disciplines related to both criminal and civil cases -- such as chemistry, document analysis, fingerprinting, DNA and firearms identification -- is characteristic of very good forensic scientists. they are curious by nature -- always wanting to learn more, and this quest for knowledge helps them to have a large storehouse of information to which they can compare their observations and draw conclusions. it is this expertise that also allows forensic scientists to be called to cases as expert witnesses, based on their education, experience, professional affiliations, and published works.”

finally this was the last idea that i had to talk about! my hard gaze looked upon each pupil as they “watched” me but their minds were in another world.

“any questions any of you? no? alright good. this was boring as hell anyway.” i muttered as i exited the classroom and back towards my job and office, ready to take a long ass nap.

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"marcus and i actually get a long quite nicely.
yes, we do have our ups and downs, but overall
everything that the both of us do together work well.
i am one of the few people that understand his crude
humor because i also speak in the same tone as he.
sometimes when something is bothering him, i try to
coax it out of the guy, but he is just too stubborn to
let anyone into his struggles, which then irritates the
hell out of me. i stop talking to him for a while, but
that never lasts long. i love the guy though."

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name: Hatcher
age: 17
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xxxxxxAs I sit on the park bench, my mind wanders. All of the wonderful memories I have at this park; some featuring this very bench itself. When I was just learning to ride a bike, I fell and hurt my ankle. I met her here. At this very bench.
xxxxxxMy green eyes wander to the photo I hold. There she was. In the photo, I'm wet and soggy, and she's 100% charisma. This photo was taken just a few months ago. Our 10 year anniversary.
xxxxxxWe were having the time of our lives. We had been best friends for 10 years. We've been inseparable for 10 years. Until our 10 year anniversary, that is.
xxxxxxI had met her here at this park, every moment we shared together led to this day, and here we were, friends for 10 years.
xxxxxx"Follow me!" she said, offering me an even brighter smile. I nodded, chasing after her. Right near the park bench we loved to sit on was a cooler. What was inside I didn't know.
xxxxxxShe opened it and when she turned around, their they were. Water balloons. She knew I hated to get my fur wet. Clever clever girl.
xxxxxx"Better run while you still can!" she said, grinning wildly. I was almost scared. I felt my legs moving without my consent, and saw the world around me as almost a blur. Not far behind me, she was ready to strike. I heard a balloon fly. When I turned my head to look, it hit my square in the face.
xxxxxxWith my face wet and not looking where I was going, I landed chest first into a tree. I fell on my butt, and the rest of the water balloons came flying. I was now a soggy, wet, dazed plumerian.
xxxxxx"Haha! I win!" she said, helping me up. I glared a her, but couldn't stay mad. I smiled and let myself laugh. Through my happy squinted eyes she raised her small Polaroid, and snapped a photo, a small square photo printing out of it.
xxxxxx"That's a keeper!" she said. I grinned. I looked at the clock on my phone and saw that the day had gone by faster than I thought. It was 7:24. Curfew for both of us was 8 PM. I sighed saying, "It's almost curfew, I'll take you home."
xxxxxxShe nodded. We walked in near silence, but a good silence. The sunset was beautiful, and I couldn't help but smile. The corner we stood at was nearly empty, the red hand on the sign across the street sitting it's it's normal position.
xxxxxxFinally, the hand changed to the walk symbol, allowing us permission to cross the street. Suddenly, I saw headlights, coming from somewhere that was too close for comfort. I stood their, frozen, like a deer.
xxxxxx"Hatcher!" my best friend cried, pushing me out of the way. In slow motion, I watched as she was hit by the truck that was to hit me. The truck's tires came to a screeching stop, the driver running out. I ran to my friend who lay on the ground, looking in her eyes as they began to close.
xxxxxx"Take...my...necklace..." was the last thing she said before she breathed her last. I looked to the driver who hit her. "You...she's..." was all I managed to say.

xxxxxxNow as I sit here on this bench, tears are falling. I get up, the necklace she told me to take jingling. I walked home the same path she died on, taking in all our wonderful memories.

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[kayynine]

How have you been? I hope that all will be well in Russia. When I get enough money, I promise mother can move there with you! Make sure you stay safe. I swear, we'll see eachother soon. I love you Papa, never forget that. Happy Father's Day!

by doormou-se - click to see details

full name ;; kotari evan volkov

gender ;; demiboy

age ;; nineteen

occupation ;; delinquent, thief

sexuality ;; homoflexible polyamorous

quirks ;;
• they've always loved lollipops, specifically dum-dums because his father used to send him big bags of lollipops on his birthday!

• kotari hates city life and hopes to move to the countryside someday

• kotari used to send his father handmade cards on father's day and still does!

• their style was inspired by that of '50s greasers after he watched Grease

• kota hoards dum-dums, as they can often be found in his pants pockets and wrappers are scattered across his room.

backstory ;;
Born in a not-so-decent neighborhood to a struggling pair of plumerians, Kotari's father moved to Russia after his birth.
Kotari kept in touch with his father throughout his childhood through letters.
As he aged, Kotari began to steal from others. First it was candy from the store. Then a game from a friend.
The severity of his crimes only increased, and at one point he stole a television from an acquaintance while they were out of town and he was house-sitting. Most of this would be sold for cash so he could afford to help his mother pay rent. When he saved up enough, he moved out to live alone. Despite no longer living with his mother, Kotari sends a good portion of his money to his mother so she can pay rent and eat.
He isn't afraid of being caught, but fears what might happen if he isn't around to help his mother who is beginning to become too old to work two jobs.

personality ;;

cunning
- Don't let his backstory fool you. Kota is well educated. He spent most of his teenage years reading while his mother was away working and studied up mostly in psychology. This later benefited him as he learned how to manipulate others to fit his needs, though he also learned a fair bit about law and and had dreams to one day get a Bachelor's Degree and become a lawyer. He let this dream go as soon as he got into thievery though, knowing he'd never be able to get such a high position if he had a criminal record.

observant
- When on alert, very few things will slip past this dude. He has a keen eye for spotting other suspicious characters, not that he'd ever give off any signs that someone was, being a pretty shady guy himself. Objects being out of place is another thing that he's fairly decent at catching.

impulsive
- Kota often does whatever comes to mind. This is the source of his thievery, stemming from a lack of self control and dignity. He will often do what he thinks is right without minding the consequences.

blunt
- They are often very curt and will flat-out declare things that go against unspoken rules, shrugging off any dirty looks he gets for being truthful when someone asks for his opinion. In his mind, it really doesn't matter either way since he doesn't aim to please anyone but himself and his family.

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[M00N]

Marks

Search and rescue in the mountains/snow

[found.]

Reserve with my heart and soul oml

My breath catches
in the back of my throat,
as I stare at the slight opening
midst the undergrowth.
My pulse quickens
at the thought of leaving,
of abandoning the war for
better, more peaceful things.
Possibilities swarm in my head,
leaving me frightened but
hopelessly interested.
The small slit in the brush
has tempted me for naught,
but in that moment,
I care for nothing but
to once more
taste freedom.
This is the beginning
of my journey
home.

[groenii]

omg res

[starshine,]

mark!