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message 1: by hey, it's layne. (last edited Jun 02, 2013 07:07AM) (new)

hey, it's layne. Please use this format and wait for your character to be approved by a mod.

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message 2: by hey, it's layne. (last edited Jun 03, 2013 08:55AM) (new)

hey, it's layne. [ Full Name ] Denver Spence

[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] August 18/Los Angeles, California/1:10

[ Nationality(ies) ] 1/2 Polish, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Swedish

[ Gender ] Masculine
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual

[ Physical Apparition ]

[ Equine(s)] None
[ Appearance(s)]
He doesn't own any equines outright on his own, but assists his sister and hangs around the barn frequently for the cute girls.

[ Personality]

Charming, Humorous, Relaxed, Facetious, Flirtatious, Friendly
Denver is possibly the most laid back, friendly and unserious guy you'll ever meet. He enjoys taking things slow and enjoying the wonderful thing called life. He's a goofy, silly kind of guy who enjoys cracking jokes and teasing. He's a major flirt, and part of the reason he comes to the stables to help his sister out is to flirt with all the cute girls at the stables. He's a bit overly friendly and has a tendency to go out of his way to be friendly towards others. Really, he's just a great guy to be around. That is, if you can get past the fact that he's never serious.

[ History]
Denver's had an easy life. (view spoiler) He's never been heartbroken, but he has broken hearts. Recently graduated, because of his high social standing, the ladies flock to him. Sometimes he enjoys it, but most of the time, it just makes him angry. He's angry at his parents still for letting his sister's abusive boyfriend slide for so long. Denver had been away at a prestigious boarding school when all of this happened. He's very protective of her, and won't even speak to his parents now. Since he graduated, he moved out on his own and remains there with his sister, preparing to go to college in the fall.

[ Relationship Status] Has his eyes set on Desiree Faye.

message 3: by hey, it's layne. (last edited Jun 03, 2013 01:44PM) (new)

hey, it's layne. [ Full Name ] Matthew Finchley

[ Age ] 19
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] July 5/New York, New York/9:16

[ Nationality(ies) ] 1/2 Cherokee, 1/4 British, 1/4 Quilute

[ Gender ] Masculine
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual

[ Physical Apparition ]

[ Equine(s)] Irish Train
[ Appearance(s)]
(view spoiler)

[ Personality]

Arrogant, Flirtatious, Intelligent, Charming, Charismatic, Womanizer
Matthew is, for other words, a very arrogant young lad. He's an excellent person all around on his terms, and won't hesitate but to let you know that. Incredibly intelligent and charming, it almost shocks the young women that he converses with that he truly isn't as ignorant as he may seem. On first impressions, he's charming and sweet, but as you begin to scrape more then just the surface you'll realize that he's a controlling, arrogant womanizer. But it isn't anything to do with his riding. Hell, he's an excellent rider, and has a knack for horses. They've been the only thing keeping him from going ballistic through all his womanly troubles. He really isn't as bad as he may seem, but it does take some getting used to.

[ History]
Matt hasn't had the easiest life. Being the son of world renown trainer, Jamie Finchley, he's expected to be at the top of his horse game at every moment. But before all of this, he was just Matt Bullard. It wasn't until he turned twelve and his sweet, hardworking mother dumped him off at his father's for no reason and left, claiming to "not be able to handle the boy anymore". His father pushes him incredibly hard to be the best, and for a while. It didn't help that he was scrawny, geeky, and had a terrible skin condition. But determined to change all of this, he fixed his image and so began dating the most popular girls in school, but one girl, Macie Erichson, was different. He clicked with her, not because she was pretty, but they had a....deeper connection. And so it came to be that on his seventeenth birthday, he caught her bedding his best friend. He's been a brute ever since.

[ Relationship Status] Single, he doesn't commit to just one lady...though he does have his eyes set on Jessamae. ;)

message 4: by Vasantha (last edited Jun 02, 2013 02:55PM) (new)

Vasantha (insanityisavirtue) | 44 comments {Part 1}

To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.― Malcolm X

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Full Name: Demetrious Luc Christophe
{Nickname}: Dmitri

Age: Nineteen
{Date/Place/Time of Birth}:
✦June 1, 1994
✦Las Angeles, California
✦3:23 AM

Nationality(ies) : 1/2 French, 1/2 Dutch

Gender: Male
{Sexuality}: Heterosexual

Physical Apparition:

Dmitri is most certainly an attractive young man, he is what you'd call "eye candy." He has thick, shaggy, light brown hair that has natural streaks of a caramel brown scattered throughout. His long locks are often spiked up in the front but when left flat they cover his forehead, stopping right above his dark brown, nearly black, eyes that are surrounded by long, lush lashes. He has a naturally creamy white complexion, but from being out in the sun so much his skin has taken on a nice golden hue. Dmitri has a set of full, luscious, dangerously kissable lips that are a light pink and if you ever get the chance to feel them against your own skin, you will find them to be extremely soft. He is around average height for someone his age, standing at five foot eleven and a half. With a single look you can tell that there isn't an ounce of fat on his perfectly sculpted body. Starting from his angular cheek bones and sharp jaw, to his broad shoulders, toned biceps, drool worthy six pack and muscular legs, you can't deny he is a specimen fit for the Louvre. There is no doubt that Dmitri has an ego, he knows he's good looking, but though girls say they hate cocky guys; you know you love them. His ego only adds to his sex appeal.

(view spoiler)

Equine(s) : Lucky Clover
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Personality: Dmitri has the capability to be the silent, mysterious bad boy that girls always flock too, but alas, he chooses not to be such a person. Dmitri is silent and mysterious but is far from a bad boy; he is what you'd call the broken boy. His past haunts him every day causing each day to break him even more inside. Because of said past, Dmitri is incapable of forming bonds in his life; friendship is nonexistent to him, a love life is nothing that concerns him and family ties only bring him memories of pain and sorrow. This leaves him with one option, to be alone. Seeing as Dmitri has nothing, and nobody, in his life that he feels a need to prove himself to or impress, his attitude and personality are less than kind. More often than not he will be rude and callous or simply silent and skeptical. His interactions with others are minimal thus causing conversations to be something that are rare for him. People often do try to speak with him, try to befriend him, but in the end they will always leave him when they learn friendship is something he does not desire. When someone tries speaking to him he will sometimes ignore them completely, stay silent and glare, respond with one word answers in a monotone voice or make rude comments and insult them; which one he uses depends on his mood.

Dmitri used to be lonely when he started his life of isolation from others, but after a year of living the way he has, he grew used to the silence and emptiness that filled his life. Fake smiles are rare, real ones are almost nonexistent. The only things that make him truly smile are horses, riding and, believe it or not, a good book. Dmitri used to enjoy many other things but he gave up much, leaving him with only a few things that make him happy. Dmitri is a stubborn lad and he rarely ever changes his mind, people aren't really around to try and change it for him anyway. He tends to be a very calm young man; it takes a lot to annoy or anger him. That's actually a lie, he gets angry and annoyed quite easily, he just is very good at hiding it. That being said, if you say just the right thing (or wrong thing) Dmitri will have no qualms about breaking every bone in your body. He is a very passionate fellow, when he really cares about something or sets his sights on doing something, he will do everything possible to succeed. That's another thing about Dmitri, he always plays to win. He is very competitive, even when it's a stupid meaningless game Dmitri will always try to win. He grew up with his brother always being better than him and Dmitri always being second best, it's only natural that he grew tired of it and always fights for first place now.

When it comes to girls there is no denying that Dmitri can have his pick of the lot, but he is far from a player; he's only ever kissed a girl once and that's it. He never pays anyone much attention, no matter their gender, but he does have a type . If Dmitri miraculously decided to date someone (yes, date, not hookup with) he would go for a girl that doesn't play too hard to get. He doesn't mind making an effort for a girl and chasing after her, but there is only so long he is willing to play that game for before he gets sick and tired of it; she'd have to be pretty amazing if Dmitri stuck around for a long time. He wouldn't want a clingy, nosey girlfriend but he wouldn't want one that didn't care when he flirted with other girls or never spent time with her either, that's an obvious sign that she if she is okay with him doing it she probably is doing it too. Dmitri would look for a headstrong girl that didn't just agree with everything he said but also didn't always fight with him on everything, demanding things be done her way. Finally, she must have a brain. She doesn't have to be a genius but she needs to be smart enough so that she can have an intellectual conversation with him.

Dmitri is a very pessimistic person; he has no positive views of the world. He lacks the desire to create lasting bonds with others because he is, to put it simply, afraid. He was betrayed by everyone he trusted in his life, those he loved more than anything even turned their backs on him, he lost every ounce of belief he had that people were good. He has no doubt in his mind that if he meets knew people, makes friends, falls in love or anything involving a relationship with another person, he will either betray them or they will betray him and he doesn't want to feel that loss again, he would never wish that feeling of betrayal on another either.

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Vasantha (insanityisavirtue) | 44 comments {Part 2}

History: Dmitri was born into a wealthy a family. No, his father was no big business tycoon nor was his mother a model, they were wealthy for one reason and one reason alone; Dmitri's grandfather. His grandfather had been an exceptionally wealthy man and seeing as he only had one son, Dmitri's father, after his death all his money went to his only child. To have a high place in society you don't actually have to do anything important, you just have to be rich. The Christophe family was a family that did nothing, yet had everything. With their high social status they were expected to have a certain decorum that the regular folk in society were not required to have, because of this Dmitri and his older brother, Ricky, were always expected to be better than others. Dmitri always tried to please his parents by doing his best and exceeding their expectations, yet that meant nothing to them. They never paid Dmitri any attention when his brother was around. Ricky was several years older and a genius in the making; he was remarkably smart, could play nearly any instrument you gave him with ease and play any sport you threw him into. Dmitri was often forgotten by his parents, but he didn't mind, his brother was always there for him.

Dmitri loved his brother more than anyone else, he was his hero. So when Ricky and his father got into a very large argument (of which Dmitri never knew the details of) causing Ricky to move out, Dmitri didn't even hesitate to go with him. Living with his brother was great,...for a while. Soon though he noticed his brother acting strange and bringing home strange, shady men. He never thought too much of it though and continued on with his life, it wasn't till he went on his first date with a girl he was head over heels in love with when he was seventeen that things got hard to handle. After going on three dates with this girl. Emilia, they shared their first kiss and Dmitri decided to bring her home to meet his brother. The meeting went well and Dmitri stayed happy for about fifty minutes after wards. Dmitri was planning on taking Emilia home after she met his brother but Ricky insisted on taking her, saying he wanted to talk to her alone. Dmitri was glad his brother wanted to get to know his girlfriend better so he let him take her. About ten minutes after they left he noticed Emilia left her phone at his place so he quickly called a taxi and had it take him to Emilia's house. When he got their he walked up to the front door and knocked, when nobody answered he rang the doorbell, and when nobody answered again he tried the door only to find it unlocked. He suddenly got worried and rushed inside, rushing upstairs to Emilia's room only to walk in on something he wishes he could forget. His brother and girlfriend in bed together. He never gave either of them a chance to say anything and for months after he refused to speak to them, always avoiding his brother at home as well. Eventually though, he moved on, forgiving his brother like he always did when he screwed up.

Things were normal for another month or so until the cops showed up one day, saying they had a warrant to search their house for illegal drugs. Dmitri was confused but allowed them to search the place, sure they wouldn't find anything. They did though. They found a rather large about of cocaine to be precise. And they found it in Dmitri's room. He was arrested and taken to the police station for questioning, he told them over and over that the drugs were not his, but there was so much evidence saying otherwise; the drugs were found in his room, they had his figure prints on them and apparently someone confirmed that he was their dealer. Nothing made sense, at least not till he was visited by his parents. He told his parents that the drugs weren't his and they told him they believed him, causing a wave of relief to go through him till he realized that the drugs could only be one person's and that that person was framing him, it was Ricky. Dmitri was shocked by the betrayal of his brother and begged his parents to get him out of the mess, shockingly, they refused. Apparently he had to take the fall for Ricky or else he'd never get into law school because he'd be sent to jail, and that would ruin their image. He refused to agree to do what they said but he had no other options, he had no proof he was being framed. In the end he pleaded guilty and because he was a minor with no other priors he got off with parole. After everything that happened though he felt so betrayed and hurt that he couldn't stand to live near those people anymore. He demanded his parents to give him as much money as he needed to live on his own, then he moved to Rhode Island. He used to go to Carlisle all the time, his family owned a ranch their and that was where he had first started riding. He had always loved to ride, it was one of his favorite things to do but with the mess that screwed up his life he ended up putting it on the back burner. It didn't take much thought when he was choosing where to move to, there was only once place he wanted to be and that was on his horse, leaving his troubles behind him.

Relationship Status: Single

message 6: by [deleted user] (last edited Jun 05, 2013 05:37PM) (new)

[ Full Name ] Gordon Blightley

[ Age ] 17
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] 9th February/Rio de Janero, Brazil/10:46pm

[ Nationality(ies) ] Brazilian, American

[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual

[ Physical Apparition ]

[ Equine(s)]
Show Name: Crested Triumph
Barn Name: Randy
Age: 6 1/2 years
Gender: Male
Breed: 1/2 Thoroughbred, 1/2 Dutch Warmblood

Riding Discipline:
Cross Country (view spoiler)

[ Personality]
Gordon is in one word- flirty. Girls are immediately attracted to him because of his good looks, appreciative figure and charming personality. Even to charm the pants off of them, he speaks to them romantically in his native language. Gordon is an expert in the ways of picking up girls and having them fall hard for them. Though he is quite the flirt, he has never truly been in a proper relationship. Due to some rattling history, Gordon has never really let anybody in and see the person behind the walls who happens to be depressed, angry and sad.

[ History]
Gordon was born in Rio de Janeiro into a harsh family. He was the eldest of five, and his parents were unforgiving. His mother had died when she gave birth to their last child and unfortunately, their father blamed it on the children. He took to alcohol and drugs and beat his kids, with Gordon taking most of the brunt as he felt it was his responsibility to protect his younger siblings. The family was living in the slums before they knew it and Gordon couldn't handle it anymore. His father came home from a friend's place and lifted his fist to beat Gordon, but he blew up and almost killed his father. Unable to get over what he had done, he called his aunt and uncle living in America and arranged a flight to take him away from the horror of what he had just done. Gordon only ever looked back once, in guilt of leaving his younger brothers and sisters behind but he believed he was too much of a coward to go back and get them.

[ Relationship Status] Single

message 7: by ☯ ƒ ι η η у ☯, LAY-LAY loves chu <3 and you need a good title... (last edited Jun 02, 2013 08:25PM) (new)

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"Knowledge can be good,like water to a flower.But that same knowledge can harm you,just as overwatering can kill it."

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{Name} Aron [ Aye-ron ] The name Aron is an American baby name. In American the meaning of the name Aron is: Illuminated.People with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. They are often the center of attention, and enjoy careers that put them in the limelight. They tend to become involved in many different activities, and are sometimes reckless with both their energies and with money.

Miller[Mill-er] Miller is usually an occupational surname referring to a person who owned or worked in a grain mill.The Miller surname also possibly be derived in some instances from the Gaelic words "meillear," having large lips; "malair," merchant; or "maillor," a man wearing armor or a soldier.In ancient times the Miller surname originated from the Molindinar (mo-lynn-dine-are), a Scottish burn (rivulet) that still flows under the streets of modern Glasgow.

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{Age} Seventeen (17)
{Gender} Masculine ♂
{D.O.B} January Seventeenth (1/17)
{City of Birth} Boston, Massachusetts
{Nicknames} Aron doesn't have many nicknames because his name is so short.Though,some people may call him Ronnie or A.

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{Appearance Details} Aron has light brown hair that he wears up,in semi-tufts, semi-spikes.He has tan skin,yet not too tan.He's a comfortable medium.

{Face Details} He has quite a nice face.Aron has brown eyes,and he has perfect facial features.He doesn't look too manly yet he doesn't look boyish.

{Body Details} He is athletically built,he hates lifting weights.He looks in great shape,mostly because of riding.He's got all the things girls like,which may be why they're so attracted to him.

{Clothing Details} Aron likes to wear simple things.He wont dress up like lots of the boys at the school.He can wear a simple shirt and a pair of jeans and look great in it.So,it doesn't matter what he wears,he always looks good.

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{ Equine(s)} Jackpot
{ Appearance(s)}

Show Name: Jackpot
Barn Name:Jack
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion
Breed: American saddlebred

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"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me
as good belongs to you.
- Walt Whitman."

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■ Knowledgeable
■ A horrid person
■ Calm,or so it seems.
■ Angry
■ Protective
■ Geeky,at times.

How about try to read a book nitwit

Aaron admire's knowledge.He breathes, eats,and sleeps knowledge.He's all about it.He adores having long,intellectual conversations on many random things.He's quite the book worm,and he knows it.That may be why he fits with the some people so well.Since most of his friends feed off intelligence,he's apt to like most of the them.

Get away from me you commoner.

Aron isn't the kindest person in the world.He dislikes having people around him,well unless they're girls.He'll play them with no end and he doesn't really give if they get hurt.Everything he does is for himself,he never really thinks of others.He's rude and blunt,he'll say what he wants when he wants.Aron doesn't follow commands,rather he gives them.He thinks because he's got money and such he can get anything he wants.Well,he's got another thing coming.

Those who get into fights are idiots.Learn to settle things on better terms

Aron is always calm.He dislikes when people get into petty fights because of anger.He always try's to see the good in things,since he's such an optimist. He's scary calm,even if he is angry on the inside.He doesn't like to react by his emotions,rather he goes against them and he does whatever his mind says is best.He never lacks these qualities.

So I'm a bit angry at times.So what? It's not like you'll ever see it.

Though,everyone has flaws.And lets just say that Aaron has a quite bit of them. Yes,he may look very calm and collected on the outside,but what people don't know is he's straining himself and trying so hard not to yell and burst out in anger.You see, Aaron has very bad temper.And any small thing can get him mad.He hides it for the sake of being impolite,though it takes all his energy to do so. Don't get me wrong,he's a great guy,and he's quite good at keeping himself in check.

Now lets look inside him..

I'll protect you until the end.

Aaron's very protective of his friends and family,and even people who are in danger.The only time you'll see an angry side of him is when he's protecting others. He despises how people want to pose a threat to others to seem bad ass or stronger.So don't flip out too much if he gets super mad when he's protecting you.

So what if I'm a bit of a geek.Isn't everybody?

Even though Aaron loves knowledge the most,his second passion is anything nerdy.He's a geek at heart,which makes him undeniably adorable.He's not much into sports but riding,he'd rather be in his room watching re-runs of star trek and old movies.He's such a sweetheart inside,that even the flaws he has can be overlooked.He loves all that is information,and undeniably loved school.He's just great,even with his flaws.

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""Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

- Emily Dickinson"

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Gregory Miller ♂ (57)


Aron has had a great life.He has two,loving parents and amazing friends.He went to the best school and never had a bad grade.Unlike many people,he hasn't suffered many tragedies that have affected him in a bad way;which is why he's such a good person.He was quite sheltered from bad as a young child,and he was raised to have good manners and to be polite.He was brought up good,but he strayed along the way.Though his family knows that he's not all bad. He was always into riding. Aron loves it,and he always did.There isn't much to Aaron's history,though he has a long road ahead of him.

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✔ Books I love to read.It raises intelligence.Lots of people in this world need some.
✔ Poetry It's what I love to do.It helps get emotions out in ways that make even the saddest things beautiful
✔Riding It's amazing.Simply amazing.

✘ His anger issues I'd like to be normal for once.
✘ He lacks a kind side most of the time. Sometimes I need to nice.
✘ Trusts too much People in this world seem so nice.But they're so cruel.

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"Life is quite beautiful.It just depends on how you see it.If you open your eyes,your bound to see more.If you keep yourself enclosed,you may not see the beauty we all see."

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{Name} Beau [ BOW ] Origin of Beau: French
Meaning of Beau: "handsome"
Beau suggests someone devilishly handsome, with a large measure of southern charm--a nice image to bestow on your boy. Often solely a nickname in the past, it's now standing firmly on its own--this year ranking at Number 350. Beau has been on the Social Security list non-stop since 1967, reaching a high of Number 203 in 1980.

Bennett [BEN-ət] Medieval form of BENEDICT. This was the more common spelling in England until the 18th century. Modern use of the name is probably also influenced by the common surname Bennett, itself a derivative of the medieval name.

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{Age}Seventeen (17)
{Gender}Masculine ♂
{D.O.B} January Sixteenth (1/16)
{City of Birth} New York,New York
{Nicknames}For those who dislike pronouncing Beau's name,they usually call him Ben,which is short for Bennett, or simply Bennett.

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{Appearance Details} Beau has dark,chocolate brown hair that is usually up in a very elegant yet casual tuft.He likes to look nice,yet he also doesn't want to be too dressy.He has dark,mysterious blue eyes that you could get lost in for ages.

{Face Details} Beau has quite a sharp chin and cheeks.He has a bit of stubble on his face quite a lot,which adds to sex appeal.

{Body Details} He's tall,but not abnormally tall.He stands at about 6'3",which is okay for his age.Beau's toned,but not quite muscular.He dislikes the look of guys with way too much muscle,and prefers to keep himself in shape and healthy looking rather than like a gorilla.He's got a great body don't get me wrong,but he's just a bit more simple than other guys.

{Clothing Details} Beau's clothing is quite sophisticated, although he doesn't look like he's about to go to meet the president.Oh no.Aaron likes to keep his style quite clean,yet casual in a way.It suits his personality well.
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{ Equine(s)} Shadow in the Mist
{ Appearance(s)}

Show Name:Shadow in the Mist
Barn Name:Shadow
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian

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■ Caring
■ Protective
■ Hilarious
■ Flirtatious

Friend or not,I shall care for you darling.

Beau is very caring.He loves all his friends,and family,and also the people he doesn't know.She doesn't care if your race or sex is different than his,he will never turn his head..He doesn't feel the need to protect humans,since many now know how to,but if they are in need and he is the only person around he will help.He is very kind to everybody,and he supports people on everything they do.Beau's a friend that will stick by you whenever you need his help,even if he is battling internally about it.

Touch any of my friends or family and your head will come off.Literally.

He's very protective of his friends and family ever since the accident.He dislikes the feeling of not being able to do anything,so he does everything in his power to actually do something. He's so traumatized that he wasn't there to protect her that he is now almost obsessed with protecting people.This clashes with his friends' personalities because they're so very independent that they don't want his help.Even if they do reject his help though,he'll stay a bit behind,always watching them though.

I've been known to crack a few jokes here and there

Beau is the type of guy who can put a smile on your face with a few lame jokes.He knows they're lame,yet he still tells them because your bound to laugh at his stupidity. He can be crazy and idiotic when he wants to,and he's nothing close to serious.He's always making people laugh and smile,even when they don't want to.If you need some cheering up,you should always come to Beau.He'll always be there for you.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Beau is quite flirtatious,but many times he's not serious.He can flirt with his friends and not mean it,it's just one of his jokes.Yet he can flirt with a girl and mean it,and she'll probably flirt back.He's quite the ladies man,and even though he may flirt he always respects ladies.He dislikes when men do not treat ladies with utmost respect and care,because that just shows that they're barbaric creatures.

Im just a ball of amazingness.

Overall,he's a great person.Whether you like him or not,he doesn't really care.He only cares about his friends and family,and if your not in one of those groups then fuck your opinions.
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"Keep what you have close to you.Sometimes life is not caring and it'll take it away from you while you have your back turned."

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Genevieve Bennet ♀ (48)
Carolyn 'Carrie' Bennet ♀ ( 17)
John Bennet ♂ (57)


Early Life

Beau lived a beautiful life with his parents.He received endless love,and he gave it all back.He understood what his father did as a living ,and he also understood that he too would follow his footsteps into the artistic world.His parents began giving him lessons on photography and arts at an early age,so that when he did join the adult world he would be ready.He trained in simple things like paintings,how to use a camera and such his whole life. This may be why he is so perfect at both.His baby sister came when he was 2,and he gave her eternal love.He loves his sister so dearly much,he cared for her everyday.He did everything with her,even though they were different genders.When he was around 16,he got a girlfriend.The two girls were his life,along with his parents.He never expected things to turn so awry two years later.
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"You never know what could happen.Dear lord I didn't even expect this."

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The Accident

One day,Beau and his girlfriend were out in town.They were having a marvelous day,well until they got into a small fight.She had stormed off,and he had felt like an ass.As he went into a small coffee shop,hoping that the coffee would take his mind off things,he heard a crash.Two cars laid in the road.One was turned over ,and the other was smashed into a wall.He saw the license plate,and when he recognized it the coffee fell out of his hands.He dashed over to the car,only to find his girlfriend dead.She was killed on impact,it was impossible for her to even live through the crash. He was traumatized. He felt,still even feels that it's his fault.If only the fight hadn't happened and she hadn't stormed off, she would have been alive. Though even though he blames himself,he hasn't made himself depressed.He's happy now,he knows she's in a better place.He knows she's okay.

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✔ Cars~ I don't know.. I just do.Is there a problem?

✔ Music ~ I love to hear people sing open mic.To hear all the beautiful talent that people have,it's amazing.


✖ Asses ~ Most guys are jerks.Seriously.
✖ The cold ~ I've lived in a cold place for most of my life.I want more sun!
✖ School stuff~ I went to school until high school.I passed.Isn't that enough?

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[ Full Name ] Riley Cooper Alexander

[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] 4:12PM on May 15, in Carlisle, Rhode Island.

[ Nationality(ies) ] American

[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual (straight)

[ Physical Apparition ]

[ Equine(s)]
[ Appearance(s)]

Show Name: Thunder Dancer
Barn Name: Dancer
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[ Personality] Riley is known for his caring and determined nature, seeing anything through to the finish. Though, if you get on his bad side, watch out. He's been known to throw a well-deserved punch or two. Also, anything related to Gracie is a touchy subject for him. He doesn't want to see her get her feelings hurt because he's her overprotective big brother. Riley is really loving and sweet once you get to know him, and once he knows you're a trusted friend, he will have your back no matter what.

[ History] Riley doesn't have a bad history. He has a loving family, the typical annoying brother, and he was happy with the addition of Gracelynne to his family. He's tried to look out for her as much as he could, but he couldn't save her from her past. As a hometown resident of Carlisle, he grew up rather fond of horses. Originally Riley's parents planned on giving Tempest to him as his horse, but he noticed that Gracie and Tempest just seemed to click. So he waited for a year before Dancer came along. Dancer and Riley just seemed to get along, and that was that.

[ Family ]
{ The Alexanders }
~Kane Alexander (46)
~Erin Alexander (42)
~Gracelynne Alexander (17)
~Dylan Alexander (15)

[ Relationship Status] Single

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Megan (nightrunner) [ Full Name ] Christopher Parish

[ Age ] 19
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]Colorado/ January 24th @ 2:ll pm

[ Nationality(ies) ]American

[ Gender ]male
[ Sexuality]straight as an arrow.

[ Physical Apparition ]

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[ Equine(s)]
[ Appearance(s)]

Show Name:Summer Breeze
Barn Name:Summer
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[ Personality] Christopher is a very outgoing, crazy SOB who should not be taken seriously. He is quite honestly an asshole and the only things he plans on keeping in his life is his horse and his extensive riding gear. He is one of those guys who can turn on the charm. He looks good and he knows it. He will then proceed to seduce you, get into your pants, and leave you before you know what the hell just happened. He was notorious at his old school for signing the mattress of every girl he screwed over, whether it be literally, or figuratively. He likes playing with women, the older the better. They all fall for his charm.

[ History] Christopher was born into a less than stable home. His dad had just struck it big in an oil field in Mexico, his mom was pretty much his dad's slave. They fought a lot, and that was where Chris got the idea that women were, and always would be, a thing to play with, to use to their extent then throw them away. This is where his antifeminist sexist views came from. And to say the least, his first time was with his father's secretary. He never looked back after that. He rode, that's all he ever did, and not always just horses.

[ Relationship Status] Happily Occupied

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❝ All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did. ❞

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Sebastian Alixandre Delacroix
『 〓 』• Pronounced | sə-BAS-chən | | ah-lek-SOHN-dre | | del-la-QWAH |
From the Latin name Sebastianus which meant "from Sebaste". Sebaste was the name a town in Asia Minor, its name deriving from Greek σεβαστος (sebastos) "venerable" (a translation of Latin Augustus, the title of the Roman emperors). Saint Sebastian was a 3rd-century Roman soldier martyred by arrows after it was discovered he was a Christian. Due to the saint's popularity, the name came into general use in medieval Europe, especially in Spain and France. It was also borne by a 16th-century king of Portugal who died in a crusade against Morocco.
Latinized form of the Greek name Αλεξανδρος (Alexandros), which meant "defending men" from Greek αλεξω (alexo) "to defend, help" and ανηρ (aner) "man" (genitive ανδρος). In Greek mythology this was another name of the hero Paris, and it also belongs to several characters in the New Testament. However, the most famous bearer was Alexander the Great, King of Macedon. In the 4th century BC he built a huge empire out of Greece, Egypt, Persia, and parts of India. Due to his fame, and later medieval tales involving him, use of his name spread throughout Europe.
The name has been used by kings of Scotland, Poland and Yugoslavia, emperors of Russia, and eight popes. Other notable bearers include English poet Alexander Pope (1688-1744), American statesman Alexander Hamilton (1755-1804), Scottish-Canadian explorer Sir Alexander MacKenzie (1764-1820), Russian poet Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837), and Alexander Graham Bell (1847-1922), the Scottish-Canadian-American inventor of the telephone.

This ancient surname, Delacroix, is of Roman (Latin) pre Cristian origins. It derives from the word 'crucis' meaning 'cross'. There are several potential origins, the most popular being that it was originally a habitational name for a person who lived at one of the many places called Cruc or Cros.

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❝ War was my game, and blood is my curse. ❞

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|| ♛ || Sebastian maintains a physical build betwixt the ectomorph and mesomorh; with the ectomorph being typically skinny whilst the mesomorph the exact opposite, this combination establishes a bodice of slender, with notable taut muscle properties. Though having sustained a multitude of fatal injuries, his body remains almost flawless, and those scars that remain are hidden beneath ink. His eyes are somewhat unnerving whilst drawing this sort of fascination to them, luring people into contemplating profoundly into their unfathomable depths whence they probe through the souls of their victims and reveal secrets better yet kept unbeknownst. His voice is that of a southern english accent, giving him that aura of extravagance when in all honesty, he is nary other than a brute.

Sebastian is a very handsome young man in obvious aspects; the angular jawline, the oddity that are his eyes, and even the air of intimidation that he envelopes around himself as a façade seems to attract people to him, which would be a vain attempt on others' parts; Sebastian practically refuses to get emotionally connected to anyone human. This characteristic can be expressed through the issue of his tendencies when peering at people; it almost seems as if he is contemplating through the individual rather than scrutinising directly at them. One might as well not exist -- for to him, you likely do not.

Though he is much more comfortable adorned in casual, sporty clothing, he retains a sense of fashion as he makes certain he looks and smells good in them. Though no one really notices his effort to remain presentable given his height; at 6'7", he is incredibly tall. Do not make some joke along the lines of 'how is the weather up there?' or 'the air must be really thin.' Female or male, you're going to end up with some sort of bruise or scar to remember your ignorance by. No, he does not mind the 'wow, you're tall,' but if you've got nothing nice to say, don't open your mouth, for he will rip it off if he has to. See if you can talk then.

For Sebastian, it's all about what he wants people to see; if he wants to make an effort to look forthcoming, yeah, but until then he tries his hardest to keep a stone-cold countenance and an intimidating caliber. He feels that as long as he does not socialise too much, people will ask less questions, thus conjuring less better-left-forgotten memories -- though all those memories have never been forgotten. There is just a difference between thinking about it upon your own accord and having someone bring it up.

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❝ I was raised in the dark, there were shadows and death; I got out alive, but with scars I will never forget. ❞

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Gender: [/peers down into underwear] "I guess I'm a male."
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Derived from the masculine chromosome
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Blood Type: AB -
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Unoccupied
Age: Nineteen 27th of October 6:56 a.m
Zodiacal symbol: ♏ ➠ Scorpio ➠ (view spoiler)
Born in Kabul, Afghanistan, whilst retaining citizenship in Brazil and England -- America? Not quite yet.
Ethnical background includes; Italian, English, Brazilian, Romanian, French, Italian, Tibetan, Greek, Latin American, Arab, Nuristani, Tigray.

Hair Colour: A combination of eumelanin and phaeomelanin that composes his hair into that of a dark brown pigmentation, whilst occasionally appearing somewhat dark blue- raven black -- or even auburn.
Eye Colour: His eyes, due to heterochromia, are a mixture of four colors; green, blue, amber, and somewhat golden.(view spoiler)
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Trickles of brown freckles are strewn across the bridge of his nose and basically the entirety of his torso. Not plentiful in numbers albeit notable.
• Right Leg (view spoiler)
• Left Arm (view spoiler)

Height: 6' 7.62" in height.
Weight: 175.43 pounds.

Psᴇᴜᴅᴏʟᴏɢᴏs [ ɢᴏɴᴇ ] (MuchLikeFalling)

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As I grew up I realized, though imperfectly, that I was different from some other people, and that the way of life in my home was different from that in the homes of others....This stimulated me to introspection and strange mental questionings. Afghanistan is, by far, the most dangerous area to be born and raised in.

( you want to tear me down )
The shadow of trepidation now engulfs you
as cold hands reap the pain they've sewn.

The temperate albeit nary lenient thuds of the conflict executing outside of shielding walls reeked lifelong havoc within the psyche of the child huddled in the dark corner of his hiding spot. The knowledge of his pending death left little room for the lull of the presence of his mother next to him, or the assertive instructions that his father was quietly whispering to him. Each thud of a distant bomb left the roof of their dark house shaking, dirt and debris falling from the ceiling and assaulting the eyes of the young child. "Momma, what is going to happen to us?" the child would whine, tears beginning to conjure within his small eyes, glistening hues becoming veiled behind closed eyelids as a single tear slid down the dirt covered palette of the boy -- it's pathway resulting in a slight cleaning. "Silenzio mio figlio." Quiet. That's all he had ever been all of his life; silent. The child was knowledgeable in three languages at the age of eight, but he still could not understand; if he wanted to protect his life, need he keep quiet? Shouldn't he be screaming until his words dried out? Boom. Another explosion, one much closer as the boy could faintly determine anguished cries emitting from the origin, symbolising the lost lives and limbs of the victims of the Americans. He would surely become one of them.

Suddenly the door to the dark room was busted from its hinges, allowing the harmful rays of the burning sun to filter the room, divulging the hiding family. "Get out with your hands up!" The sickening patterns of tan camouflage made the child groan rather than cry in fear; a group of american soldiers were standing in the doorway, guns pointing directly at the family of three. "Now!" Like a coincidental refusal to comply, a grenade rolled beneath the feet of the soldiers. The americans rushed to get out of the way and under cover, but they were too late to react. "العودة الى بلدك!" The shouts of afghan rebels were heard, albeit there could be no celebrating for the family. "Run, run!" Under the mask of smoke and fire that was now enveloping their home, the little boy could not depict where his father was. Only his mother was apparent as she was clutching desperately to his hand as she bolted beneath burning wood and through the sandy desert.

With each berated exhale that escaped the young male's lips, it seemed like a fragment of his being was escaping him in large proportions. Bombs erupted everywhere, mere yards away, and they were often strong enough to send both mother and child off their balance, however, they staggered to their feet with frantic determination and continued to run. They ran in the opposing direction of the rebels, whom charged head on into the front, AKs and RPGs on their backs and in their hands. All around him bodies fell to the fire of the bullets that were delivered by the americans. All around him his brothers fell. All around him his country fell.

• العودة الى بلدك!n "Back to your country!"
• Silenzio mio figlio "Silence my son."

⋮▌   ❛ The loss of both parents.
He said he admired the way she left the world with a big bang.

The young boy, who's name was originally Cylus, and his mother found shelter in the nearby city in whence they took refuge in an abandoned store, one that had once been a store for cloths and such pleasantries -- now nothing but dirty walls and floors with the occasional splatter of blood. Probably from grenades. Cylus was in the back one day, mopping away the blood as it had begun to make him sick with depression when the cocking of a gun emitted into his receptors and he turned to see his mother on her knees, a gun at her temple, held by a man standing behind her. Told him that if he left with him without a word, their lives would be spared. Reluctantly, the child nodded and was immediately hauled away by yet another rebel member. His mother, he had no clue.

He was dragged into a refugee camp, probing eyes following him as the militiaman continued to carelessly drag him through the camp. For an ignorant fraction of a moment, Cylus thought he was getting redemption -- that they would take care of him despite their menacing first impressions. Albeit when a gun was shoved into his small hands, he realised then that he was to go out their and act as decoy. A child soldier, if you will. Surprisingly, Cylus barely managed to keep himself alive on the battlefield, albeit that was mainly given the fact he remained hidden during missions in which he was supposed to be shooting american soldiers. Do not be fooled; there is blood staining this young boys hands. He killed a total of 112 men during his four years of underaged fighting. He had become numb; blood didn't bother him; his clothes were covered in it by the end of the day. The fear, however, never ceased to torment him, and so toward the end, he hid -- lying to the militia when they asked him how many he killed once he returned 'home.' If his lies were truth, he would have killed 205 in his four years. They gave him the name Sebastian for his courage. That he agreed to.

Death was his shadow, but one witnessed death was enough to send him off the edge.

( she looked me right in the eyes )
Your knife, my back.
My gun, your head.

Debilitated, sickly coughs escaped parched and chapped orifices as a lone soldier staggered through a ghost town. All was engulfed in cessation if one took away the occasional sound of bombs in the near distance. The americans had obliterated this town, though they were not done doing it, obviously. The child staggered into a quiet, void building, though the pounding of heavy feet signalled the sound of someone worthy of suspicion. Removing the AK-47 from his platform, the twelve year old child kept the gun pointed at the ready and as he rounded the corner, a familiar woman stood, almost unrecognisable with the blood and dirt caking her face and the lack of head cover-up. 'Mama.' The child mouthed, unable to find his voice. He lowered his gun to run to her, embrace her, but with tears in her eyes she shook her head. That's when he noticed the bomb strapped around her slender waist.

The realisation hit him dead on and his lips quivered, legs unable to move away from the danger as he stared at the face of the woman whom was responsible for the giving of his birth. Even the sound of American soldiers did not phase him as they pushed and shoved their way past his frail body, pointing guns at the woman, yelling and threatening to shoot her if she blew herself up. There was obviously something important in here -- something important to the Americans; his mother had been used as a suicide bomber by someone -- and probably the militiamen. It all made sense; that's why women and girls were kept separate from the men and boys -- they were nothing but pawns in a man's game. With tears in her eyes, she lifted the button and pressed it just as the bullets rioted. It didn't matter though, 'cause it was too late -- the button had been pressed. Just before the explosion, one bullet ricocheted off the wall and hit Sebastian in the left shoulder.

Suddenly, he was down on his knees. Blood everywhere, pain everywhere, smoke and heat… everywhere. He fell to his flank with an empty thud, unable to inhale, unable to move. His world went dark, and he saw no more.

⋮▌   ❛ The need for revenge
He told me they were our saviours -- that they'd take care of us.

When Sebastian awoke, he was in a makeshift hospital whence children of all ages lie. His entire physique was bandaged and he found it excruciating to even attempt to move a muscle. He feared he had lost something, albeit as he painfully peered down at his lower half, he was surprised to find everything in tact -- bandaged and burned, but in tact. The American soldiers had been alerted by the uncharted explosion and had rushed to make sense of the commotion, only to find dead and injured soldiers, and an innocent child fallen victim. This would be one out of few times that Sebastian would actually commend the country of America. Beside him there lay another boy with a scar running all the way down the left side of his face and an eyepatch where his eye should have been.

Sebastian was left unable to talk for some time, and for a couple of days, was only able to listen to the boy while he described how his parents had been shot because they refused to stop at some gate -- but other than killing his parents -- the Americans were actually quite kind… the child apparently had come to understand that the United States killed without mercy for the sake of their own country. Sebastian still felt no sympathy for them though. The child, whom he learned his name was Talbot, also spoke of how he got the scar; sliced across the face when he ran into a group of thugs and had gotten his eye scooped out with a pocket knife and was left to wallow in pain until the soldiers found him lying in the street.

As soon as Sebastian could talk and walk, he begged Talbot to go with him and join the militia against the menace that was America. Talbot refused, to Sebastian's horror and admitted to loving the care he got there; he was missing an eye and had a large scar that would not go away, but he was walking around with a smile on his face because he was getting fresh water and was being taken care of. Sebastian, however, would have preferred dying in the street. However, Sebastian remained, feeling like he had to look over the boy whom had been poisoned with false belief. Sebastian himself soon grew fond of the soldiers, but that was ended abruptly when grenades rolled into camp -- literally -- and many of the sick children and a few soldiers were killed and injured. Both Talbot, Sebastian, and a few other young males were hauled into a militia camp base -- they were scared, but Sebastian knew all too well.

Friends came and went; Talbot remained by his side though, for the most part. Pampered by the Americans, Talbot knew little about surviving on the battlefield, so it was up to Sebastian to make sure he was safe and in tact when they got back to camp. Misfortunately… Talbot ended up standing on a land mine and was blown to bits. Sounds blunt -- I know -- but in a world where war is all there is, it's practically a normal occurrence. Sebastian did not go unscathed; he suffered some pretty awful burns and was airlifted, by helicopter, to America. He received necessary treatment in the airborne vehicle in order to keep him alive, and was able to heal at the hospital in America. After that, it was to an orphanage. He was fourteen.

Psᴇᴜᴅᴏʟᴏɢᴏs [ ɢᴏɴᴇ ] (MuchLikeFalling) ⋮▌   ❛ Growing up in an enemy country
I hated them -- I hated everyone. But I was finally safe.

During his stay in the orphanage, it took some time to grow accustomed to school. He was behind in education, knew barely what he was doing, and was taunted in school; his nickname was "retard." He had a mini anxiety attack every time the bell rang for the next class, and would find himself cowering beneath the school desk to protect himself from an imaginary bomb that was not there. To make matters worst, he was fourteen -- come on! It's like an animal shelter; everyone wants the cute puppies and kittens. One, Sebastian was an afghan child. Two, he was a murderer. Three, he was stone-cold. Four, he was anything but normal. That did not stop one couple, the Delacroix family, from falling in love with him, however. At the age of sixteen, he was finally in a home. From then on, he grew up on luxurious ten acre lands with an incredibly large houses and many, many horses; all over the world. His mother was a journalist and moved a lot, whilst his father was a lawyer. His father would stay home in Brazil, but with a want to travel, Sebastian would go with his mother on most occasions. His first love, and he will admit, was the dirtbike. Horses weren't extreme enough for him, and so he ignored the sport and excelled in motocross.

By the age of eighteen, he was a professional -- an amateur professional. He won the championship at Loretta Lynn's and obtained a sponsorship from Monster Energy and was moving on to making money. Then in his first AMA race, he injured his foot but managed to continue racing, earning fifth place. Misfortunately, he was incapable of racing for the rest of the season and during then, he looked to the horses for guidance. He fed them and sat outside most of the day, relishing in their company. And when he could manage to at least get himself in saddle, he would ride them, and that's when he developed an undying love for the sport and at nineteen, he was seeking contest opportunities in addition to taking up mixed martial arts. Sebastian has an insatiable thirst for the extreme, and will probably become involved in a couple other sports, but in a way… horse back riding is a pass time whenever he finds himself with nothing else to do -- a vacation without the actual rest.

As for education, Sebastian was considered an intellectual young man, with just a disadvantage due to lack of education, but no teacher nor parent had any doubt in their mind that he was capable of great grades, and he went from C averages to high Bs and As. And now that he has decided to attend college, he has to put his motocross career to a hiatus until he can come back, which gives him more opportunity to increase his horse skills, but the hole in his chest is still there. One could say his need for sports is due to his zodiacal symbol -- his personality. Others would say it is to take his mind off of Afghanistan. Both would fit the bill. Some have suggested getting some friends or even becoming active for relationships, but Sebastian has no time for it. Friends? Oh, sure. He would not mind. Relationships, on the other hand, are a no-go for him; it would take getting close to someone, and getting close to someone would mean he would have to tell them things about himself, and he is not ready for that yet. No. The world just isn't ready for him.

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❝ Sweat drips in my eyes, screams of anguish I cry. Tonight, you are my everything. ❞

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• fast learner - Sebastian has the essential capability of learning just about anything in a relatively short duration of time. This skill probably derives from his need to act fast in his previous home within Afghanistan; in a way, he suffers from a disorder that is begot from his war experience, thus prompting him to take to many things as a life or death situation. Thus if being male was not a reason enough, his competitiveness and rough behaviour may be increased by tenfold in comparison to many other androcentric organisms.
perceptive - despite his impulsive nature, Sebastian can analyze his surroundings with a perceptive eye. This skill also derives from the duration of time he spent on the battlefield. He may act impulsively due to an anxiety attack or mere panic, but barely anything gets pass his scrutinising eyes.
strategist - Again, this is a skill attained from the battlefield. Whether it is a schedule, homework, or sports, Sebastian has this uncontrollable tendency to plan ahead of time and make a game plan for pretty much everything. Everything has to be planned before time in order to avoid any surprises; he hates surprises.
durability & strength - being an extremely strong individual with a malicious and headstrong physical and emotional infrastructure, he is relatively indestructible in practical standards.
imposing & intimidating - Sebastian towers above many, and he often is asked if he has ever considered joining the NBA. Plus, his disposition, alone, is enough to keep people away like a human repellent. The outgoing? Not so much around him. The flirtatious? Not so much around him; try flirting with him and whatever quality that may make you be considered attractive will be ruined immediately.
headstrong - A blessing and a curse, really; while this may make him subject to many unfavourable situations, this also makes him indomitable; practically nothing is enough to make him give up completely. He has been through too much to let that happen.

• anxiety - A lot of Sebastian's ups and downs are from Afghanistan; his occasional anxiety attacks is perhaps the most worrisome one; whether he is riding or merely sitting down, an anxiety attack can seize him and cause him to tense up and panic out of fear for something that is not there.
headstrong - like we previously said, this trait is both a blessing and a curse. Being headstrong basically makes him a little ignorant every now and then, 'cause he does not like to be told what to do or how to do it.
unforthcoming - People do not describe him as the aggressive type -- just the melodramatic type. Due to thus, they think they can pick on him whilst others find him worthy of avoiding. His motocross fans say he is not aggressive enough on the track, and other people say he is not nice enough to have many fans. This results in pint up aggression.
lack of fear - His lack of fear leads him to make audacious decisions in which he will find himself in an unfavourable outcome.
hate - All of the anger and hate he keeps up inside of him really just screws up with his social skills.

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I'm not solely emotionless; I'm prone to fits of uncontrollable rage.
Though Sebastian, deep within he dark recesses of his being, is a malicious brute, he does well to hide this; he is not completely incapable of affection and passion as he claims, he merely makes false accusations of himself due to the unfavourable and irrational assumption that to have sentiments would only slow him down; true and false at the same time. On the other hand, he is merely a gradually fading and ominous apparition whom keeps his distance from most situations due to a fear of unsavoury outcomes. Though even without the façade he is still cold, just less angry, less dangerous. Given the depth description of all things negative about him, one would assume this is all there is; most of the time, Sebastian is a relatively neutral androcentric organism whom can just get angered easily if surrounded by an unfortunate atmospheric setting.

Overall Sebastian is just a slightly taciturn young man who takes pride in his bloodline but lacks in amour-propre. Being silent and reserved to those he deem unknown, he is articulate in speech when needed to speak; he chooses his words carefully and with tact, though, if piqued, he can obtain a sharp-tongue. Perhaps being a little ways overly circumspect (often due to a lack in trust or a fear of unfavorable outcomes), he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself. Despite being known to go ballistic, he obdurately adheres to a firm set of aphorisms; he is empirical to a limited extent, though at times his sentimental issues drive him to make audacious decisions. Sebastian is hesitant to forgive as he takes gradually to profound anger; profound anger is the only point in which he resents anyone; he simply does not disregard transgressions committed opposed to him. Being one whom has a cacophonous presumption upon the kind of man, he is known to shy away from those who are unfamiliar for lack in better temperament; he may come off as frigid or indifferent at best. However, he is willing (albeit hesitant) to extend a hand of affiliation if he deem the individual trustworthy and relatively conscientious.

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Psᴇᴜᴅᴏʟᴏɢᴏs [ ɢᴏɴᴇ ] (MuchLikeFalling) ░█┊♠⋱⋱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴇ •░█┊♠

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▍Show Name ) Much Like Falling
▍Casual Name ) Scolorimento Apparizione Neapolitano LXIX ( Darius )
▍Gender ) Stallion
▍Age ) Three years
▍Height ) Eighteen hands; second tallest horse in the world.
▍Riding Style ) show jumping, eventing, dressage, competitive trail riding, endurance, mounted archery.

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▍Show Name ) Burning Skylines
▍Casual Name ) Noctis Lucis Caelum XXVIII ( Nox )
▍Gender ) Stallion
▍Age ) Four years
▍Height ) Sixteen hands
▍Riding Style ) Show jumping, Eventing, Dzhigit, Pole bending, Calf roping.

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 The Chicken [ ιnѕpιraтιon ғor dυммιeѕ ] (wayuphigh)

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[ NAME ] Heath Kevin Romanez /Heeth/
{Nicname(s)} Bubbles, That crazy guy...

[ AGE ] Nineteen
{Place of birth} Salvador, Brazil
{Date of birth} July 2
{Time of birth} 08:39 (8:39 a.m.)


"Shit, I can't get this o-- hey sexy, you like that, don't you?"
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Careless -- Heath just likes to throw himself into any situation and do his best to work with it; never does he think about the consequences that could occur, he just does what he wants to do without thinking of the possible errors he could be committing or the people he could be hurting by doing so. If a good enough reason is given to him, he might reconsider his decision but otherwise, Heath lives by his rules and the world is his squeak toy, meaning he can do whatever the hell he wants. Even the work he brought in to his teachers, all were messy and done in a negligent manner.
Outgoing -- If there's one thing Heath is, it's socially confident, a real social butterfly, if you will. He absolutely loves going ahead and striking up a conversation with a complete stranger, that's how he's made the lot of his close friends. He's not shy, not in the least, he cringes at the mere thought of not being able to talk to people. Perhaps it's to fill the void that's missing inside of him or maybe it's simply because he enjoys listening to the voices of others and learning their vision on the world or maybe just to have fun; no matter the case, Bubbles lives up to his nickname - fun to play with and all over the place.
Ridiculous -- Heath is, in every possible way, absurd. He's not afraid of slipping on a pair of women lingerie and running around the street, asking if this were to look good on him. He'd do it in a heartbeat - for free, too! It's seldom you'll hear him pick 'Truth' in a game of 'Truth or Dare' and if he does, then you know something's wrong. His large gestures are more often than not comical, as well as the words that speak his kissable lips. Anything Heath says and does is ridiculous, really.
Protective -- Having been raised around nothing but loving females in his household, it's safe to say that Heath really had to assume the 'fatherly' role for his two little sisters that are no more as well as the 'Big brother' role for his older sister, not to mention the 'man of the house' for his mother. Those three jobs included, beating up anyone who dared break any of their gentle hearts, making sure everyone was in bed, giving pep talks when mom couldn't, teasing them about their hair and claiming they were adopted. From there, he's kind of grown into the habit of latching onto someone he cares and fighting for them, no matter the cost.
Rough -- His demeanour in general is rather...loud and tough. If you don't want to do something, it's most likely that he'll comment on it which could very easily be taken as an insult. If you're a close friend of his, you'll know that he means nothing by it and he just might be a little disappointed but it doesn't last long. This trait is similar to his 'pushy' trait that tends to come out when he doesn't want to do things alone.
Wise -- Don't ask how he got it but a lot of the things Heath will advise usually have a deeper meaning behind them. Most would laugh at this, but Heath really is able to take it down a notch and be serious when he has to, especially when things hit close to home - it's rare he'll let others see his serious side but when he does, it's usually for reasons only the other being would know, like a really deep conversation or something of the sort. Good thing is, he's able to bounce back fast.
Teasing -- Oh boy, if he finds something that gets on anyone's nerve, rest assured that he'll tease you to no ends. Of course, it's completely harmless and he means no offense by it, once more, but he just can't help but enjoy the pissed off faces of people when they're trying not to laugh. It only encourages him more and if ever you were to return the favour, the seemingly small statement would soon turn into a battle of wits because Bubbles loves getting fired up, for anything!
Energetic -- He's like a limiteless fountain of eternal youth. With the mentality of a five year old and the physique of a nineteen year old, the sky's the limit for this boy. He absolutely loves talking and running and eating and dancing and jumping and...well, I'm pretty sure the point is made. It's almost contagious how much energy he has, he's pretty sure it already is. Obviously, his ADHD does have a major role to play with this but he takes his medication and it's pretty much gone; in reality, it's Heath all the way.

♚ - Biological Father
♛ - Biological Mother
♜ Lilia Romanez - Big Sister
♟ Storm Romanez - Twin Little Sis
♟ Angel Romanez - Twin Little Sis

✔Anything regarding water
✔Bathing suits
✔Fooling around
✔Double dutch

I should have gone...I...why did I fucking listen?!

✖Enclosed Spaces
✖Being alone

✺Playing his instruments or drawing

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⚑He's been diagnosed with ADHD since the age of 6
⚑He's still grieving over the loss of his little sisters
⚑He's a straight vegan (Growing up on a farm and such...)

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✯Shawn {Theory of a Deadman}✯ | 16 comments [ Full Name ] Eoghan (Pronounced like Owen)Devlin

[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] March 18, 1995/Dublin, Ireland/ 12pm

[ Nationality(ies) ] 1/4 British 3/4 Irish

[ Gender ]Male
[ Sexuality]Heterosexual

[ Physical Apparition ]

[ Equine(s)] None
(He doesn't own a horse but he has always dreamed of owning an Irish Draught like his old horse, Time.)

[ Personality] Eoghan keeps to himself, he is very closed of and stays away from everyone. Not much of a talker, he's more of a listener. It's not because he's shy, but for a reason that he doesn't even know yet. He is brave, extremely smart, imaginative/creative, and very very mysterious. He doesn't like to talk about himself or give away any information. He is a determined guy who doesn't like to give up or quit.

[ History] Eoghan was born in Ireland and raised on a ranch with his family of four. He loved his family, but most of all he loved his little sister. Sadie, his sister, was training to become a rider she wanted to be like her mom. Eoghan looked up to his dad more than his mom. His dad trained horses of all sorts, mostly Irish Draughts though. When Eoghan was four his dad bought him an Irish Draught which he named Time. Every morning since his fourth birthday Eoghan would wake up early and go to the barn to brush, feed, and muck out Time's stall. He was dedicated, he wanted to be just like his father. Throughout the years he would ride Time on the acres of land his family owned, growing the bond they had together. Then one day when he was about 16 he came home and Time wasn't there. He freaked out at first and went to go tell his dad only to find out that his dad had sold him to a rich man down the road. He was heartbroken and couldn't understand why his dad would do that, it turns out his family was going broke and Time was the most sought out horse in Ireland. Eoghan through a fit, he hated his dad and wanted to run away. He packed up his things into a duffle back and walked out of the house without being noticed. Half way down his families extremely long driveway he remembered that he left Time's bandana on his bed so he turned around. When the house was within sight he started sprinting towards it, it had caught fire in his absence, he ran faster than he has ever ran before. He didn't care about his safety he had to save his family. After knocking the front door down and maneuvering away from the flames he went to his sisters room and broke the door down. She was passed out from all of the smoke, he held back the tears he felt wanting to come out, and he picked her up and took her out of the house. By then the fire truck had arrived and wouldn't allow him back in to save his mom and dad. The firefighters went in but came back empty handed, his parents were in really bad shape it would have been wrong to take them out of the house in front of him and Sadie. Ever since then he has been living with the guilt and pain, he hates himself more than anything. He and Sadie were sent to Rhode Island to live with his aunt Helen and she is beyond poor so Eoghan had to get two jobs.

[ Likes ]
- Running
- Working out
- Training horses
-Being outside
-Making/carving things out of wood
- Sweets, he has a sweet tooth
- Favorite color is green

[ Dislikes ]
-Anyone who isn't Sadie
- Fire (He has grown a fear of it ever since the incident)
- Messes
- Laziness
- Stuck up rich kids

[ Relationship Status] Single

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hey, it's layne. All accepted

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❝It is not enough for a man to know how to ride; he must know how to fall.❞ ~Mexican Proverb

Broden Zayne Taylor

Broden ~ \b-roe-den\
The name Broden is a Scottish baby name. People with this name tend to be orderly and dedicated to building their lives on a solid foundation of order and service. They value truth, justice, and discipline, and may be quick-tempered with those who do not.

Zayne ~ \za(y)-ne\
Zayne as a boy's name is a variant of Zane, and the meaning of Zayne is "God is gracious". It is of English or Arabic origin and can also mean 'beautiful' or 'Godly light'.

Taylor ~ \tay - lore\
Taylor is of English and French origin, meaning a 'tailor'. People with this name tend to initiate events, to be leaders rather than followers, with powerful personalities. They tend to be focused on specific goals, experience a wealth of creative new ideas, and have the ability to implement these ideas with efficiency and determination.

Age: 17 years
Birth Date: 5th of May ~ 3:12 pm
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia

Zodiac Sign: Taurus ♉
Ruling Element: Earth
Birth Stone: Emerald (view spoiler)

╠Physical Appearance╣

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Physical Details:
Broden is a physically attractive male, standing at a height of 6"3 in feet and inches. His muscles are well toned and defined, but not overly buff. His motions are fluid and graceful, like that of a dancer and some describe him as silent as a shadow. Broden has a mop of dark hair that adorns his head, the colour mostly described as an inky black. His eyes are an aqua fixation of varying blues and greens, gold flecks edging the iris.

❝No hour of life is wasted that is spent the saddle❞ ~ Winston Churchill

Gender: ↱Male ♂↲

Orientation: Heterosexual ~ attracted mentally and physically to the opposite sex unconditionally


❝Can't help you there. Excuse me.❞
Broden has always been cold and distant, and probably always will. Even in direst of situations, he will keep his indifferent facade with no hesitation. He is expert in the art of hiding his emotions, and it will take a lot to break through. As a rider, Brody is very intimidating on and off the horse and can stare down any wrestler.

❝No, you look absolutely hideous.❞
Broden is anything but meek. If he has an opinion, he will speak it with no regard of whether it will hurt someone or not. His mind completely runs on honesty, so you would never have to worry about him exaggerating the truth. A compliment is extremely rare from this enigma of a boy, so be very proud if you happen to receive one.

❝Good job, boy.❞
If there is one thing in the world Broden cares about, it's his stallion. Branded in Perfection is the best thing that happened to him, and is the only source of comfort for Brody. His riding happens to be like his movement; fluid and graceful. On the saddle, he becomes the picture of peace and perfection. He regards his horse with an adoration and love that is reserved for no one else.

❝No thanks. I'd rather wallow in my own pity than accept anything from you.❞

Broden will accept nothing from anyone. He avoids friendships with a passion and basically despises much contact with people. He keeps socialising to a minimum, and if someone tries to approach him, he puts out the disturb-and-die vibes. His expressions mainly very from dislike, indifference and cynicism.

❝On a horse, you are not simply riding an animal. You are riding the sky.❞ ~ K.G Ellis


Show Name: Branded in Perfection
Barn Name: Blu
Age: 4 years
Gender: Stallion

╠Riding Discipline╣

Eventing is an equestrian event which comprises dressage, cross-country and show jumping, also called stadium jumping.




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Vasantha (insanityisavirtue) | 44 comments {Part 1}

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that
something else is more important than fear.
― Meg Cabot

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Full Name: Tye Benjamin MacPhee
{Nickname}: Tye-Tye (only his little sister can get away with calling him this.)

Age: Eighteen
{Date/Place/Time of Birth}:
✦August 5, 1994
✦ The Woodlands, Texas
✦ 10:36 AM

Nationality(ies) : 1/2 Brazilian, 1/4 Columbian, 1/4 American

Gender: Male
{Sexuality}: Heterosexual

Physical Apparition:

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Equine(s) : Cloud Dancer
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Personality (I'd recommend reading his history first): Tye is the opposite of what many think when they first see him. Most assume he is an arrogant ass who thinks he is perfect and better than everybody else, this is way off from his true self though. Tye is actually a very down-to Earth, humble guy who thinks of himself as no better than anybody else. He has never been the type to obsess over his good looks, his natural talent at any sport or his musical and artistic capabilities. Often he actually thinks everybody else is better than him seeing as he couldn't even protect the people he cared about. He is a very friendly guy that can get along with nearly anybody seeing as it's near impossible to anger or annoy him. The only thing that can actually really piss him off is when he sees others treating others like trash, after what happened with Jeremy he refuses to tolerate any form of bullying. Other than this though he is someone that usually appears to others as always happy. Tye has many friends, though none know anything of his past since he never lets them get close enough to him. He may have a large group of friends but he always keeps them far enough away that they don't consider him a close friend or someone they can really count on to help them. Though Tye is the type of person who would do anything for anybody he doesn't want people relying on him because he wouldn't be able to handle it if he failed anybody else who thought they could depend on him.

After everything that happened with his old friends Tye is no longer naive and most certainly not as trusting, do not assume that just because you are friends with him that he trusts you completely. Tye has never completely recovered from the heartbreak he went through with Charlotte so he isn't the type of person to even entertain the idea of a relationship. He did learn one thing though after their breakup, and that was that he gave up too easily. He hadn't tried to gain her forgiveness, he simply gave up after she dumped him. After that realization he was furious with himself and refused to allow himself to ever give up so easily again causing him to become a rather stubborn and persistent person now. Tye hasn't, and won't ever, get over all the loss in his life stopping him from ever being truly happy. Often in his grey eyes you can see the pain and sadness that fill him, but whenever you see him with his two year old sister it seems to completely disappear, she's the only one that can make him smile so brightly and forget his sadness. Most days are good and he is in a semi-okay mood but there are some days where he feels especially sad and depressed and just doesn't want to even get out of bed.

Tye is a rather curious person...okay, that's an understatement. Tye always has to know things, even when it has nothing to do with him. It's a good thing for him that he has this aura about him that has people just wanting to trust him and to tell him all their problems. If he ever gets himself into trouble it's because his curiosity got the best of him. Tye has a strong sense of loyalty, even towards people he has never met before. He always takes it upon himself to help others if he thinks they need it, no matter how many problems helping them may cause him.

Tye can be a total charmer without even trying, it's just how he was raised. His mother and father always told him to treat a lady right, and to act like a gentleman, and as much as girls say they love a bad boy, nobody can deny how they swoon when a guy opens a car door for them or calls them beautiful just for the sake of it. Tye isn't a shy sort of guy, nor is he very talkative. He will gladly have a conversation with anybody about anything, but he isn't the type to randomly strike up a conversation with someone. Tye loves making people laugh and smile which for him is pretty easy seeing as he says some of the cheesiest things ever as well as tell some of the crappiest jokes which just make people laugh cause he actually thinks their funny. Speaking of laughing and smiling, Tye has the most melodic laugh and angelic smile to ever be heard or seen.

Tye is a very gifted young man. He is an expert at any sport but is most certainly not a meathead; he has a very good head on his shoulders. He was never especially amazing at math and science though since he always seemed to have a more artsy, English inclined brain. He loves all forms of literature and enjoys writing as well, he is also a very gifted artist. He always carries around a sketchpad with him, just in case he as a sudden urge to draw something. Drawing always helped him think and clear his head. Not only that, but he can play the piano like a pro and has the most beautiful singing voice. There are things he can't do though, he isn't perfect. For one, he is a dreadful dancer, he has two left feet. He also sucks at explaining things, he would make a dreadful teacher. Tye is also rather oblivious, he never notices when a girl has a crush on him or when people are trying to subtly tell him something, he just won't get it.

He loves children. Plain and simple, he adores every single child he meets, even if they are a brat. Tye works part time as a babysitter on a few occasions for some spending money as well as to help someone out and spend time with kids. Because of his love for them and the time he spends with his sister he is very good with children, they always seem to love him immediately and do what he says without question.

Tye is a dream come true to almost any girl out there, too bad he hasn't found a girl he cares enough for to risk his heart again. Anybody know a girl that could change this little fact?

History: Tye was an especially happy kid all throughout his childhood. He was the adoring son with doting parents that if it were possible, would have given him the world. Tye also had two older brothers, Reece and Cole, who were twins. They were typical older brothers, always picking on him as well as showing him the ropes of womanizing and the proper way to take a shot. His brothers were his idols, he loved them more than anything and they loved him just as much. To anybody who saw, this was a perfect family, and unlike on most occasions, the actual members of the family thought so too.

Tye was always the guy you wanted on your team in any sport, the guy you wanted on your side in a fight, the guy you wanted to befriend or date or even be. He was everything you could want in a person: smart and athletic, charming and kind, down-to-Earth and generous, musical and artistic. He was someone you could count on for anything. Because of all that he was always popular, never left out of anything or bullied, he never felt out of place. Tye never saw bullying going on and though he knew it occurred he never did anything about it. It wasn't till his sophomore year of high school when he was assigned to work with a boy he'd never met before on a chemistry project that he finally saw what bullying did to a person and saw what it was like to feel out of place.

The boy, Jeremy Richer, was a scrawny, nerdy fellow who had bad acne, a brain too smart for his own good and an obsession with Star Wars. He was perfect prey for those who enjoyed tormenting others. After spending so much time together working on their project Jeremy and Tye became good friends and soon enough were best friends. Tye never knew about the things that Jeremy faced everyday of his life with the torment kids at school would put him through and the pain of an abusive step-father. It wasn't till Tye saw thin, white scars on Jeremy's pale wrists that he started asking questions. At first Jeremy refused to say anything and got angry with Tye, saying it was none of his business. Though he hadn't been told anything, Tye was sure of one thing, Jeremy was a cutter. Jeremy avoided him for a while after that until one Saturday night when Jeremy showed up at his house with a black eye. Tye brought his friend to his room where Jeremy told him everything, unable to stop the words from spilling from his mouth, only pausing long enough to let out a sob here or there. After hearing everything Jeremy had told him Tye was stunned into silence as so many different emotions filled him: anger, pity, sadness, disgust, pure rage and pain for not being there for his friend when he needed him. That night Tye swore to Jeremy that he would protect him, that nobody would say another word to him or lay another hand on him.

Tye spoke to his parents, begging them to allow Jeremy to stay with them for a little while. He never told them why but he was sure they could figure it out themselves and was relieved when they agreed. From that night on Jeremy was to be staying with Tye and his family. While at school Tye tried to be with Jeremy as much as possible so that nobody would bother him, but they only had two classes together as well as different lunch periods, he wasn't able to be with him enough to stop people from going after him. Tye decided it was best to confront the bullies instead but when he asked Jeremy who it was that was bullying him he refused to tell him, this didn't deter him though. Instead of simply giving up Tye went and questioned Jeremy's other friends till he found one that knew who the people were, and when he found out he was beyond angry.

He was told that it was the popular crowd that messed with Jeremy, which meant it was the people who Tye considered his friends. And to make matters worse, apparently because Tye had been spending more time with Jeremy than with them they only tormented him more. Tye didn't waste any time confronting him and demanded they leave Jeremy alone, to this they apologized profusely and promised to do as he asked. Tye being the naive person he was, believed them and assumed everything would be fine. He then moved on to dealing with Jeremy's step-father.

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For this matter he did some looking into how it would work if he called the police and reported him. Unfortunately things didn't seem to be in their favor since they had no actual proof of what his step-father was doing seeing as the only actual injuries Jeremy had gotten were bruises which had all faded by then. What they needed was for Jeremy's mother to testify against her husband and to back up Jeremy's story. Tye automatically assumed his mother would do just that and called the police without even speaking to Jeremy, hoping to surprise him with the good news.

After the police had take Jeremy' step-father and his mother to the station they went to pick Jeremy up for questioning. When the police showed up to get him he was beyond confused but after some encouraging words from Tye went with police, no questions asked. Tye stayed up all night waiting for a call from Jeremy saying that the douche his mother married was behind bars, waiting for a trial. The call never came though and Jeremy never returned to their home.

At school the next day Tye had plans to go and speak to Jeremy and find out what had happened, but the meeting he had with his friend that day was anything but what he had expected. When he caught up with Jeremy in the hallway Jeremy told him to leave him alone, when Tye refused Jeremy completely lost it and started screaming at him, saying that he should have minded his own business and stayed out of his life. Tye was shocked by his words and was about to speak when three words passed Jeremy's lips, three words that made Tye lose all hope of gaining his friend's forgiveness.

I hate you.

Those were the last words Jeremy ever spoke to Tye because three days later he was found dead in his bedroom. He had committed suicide.

Tye had learned from Jeremy's other friends that the bullying had never stopped, it had only become worse and that after Tye called the police on Jeremy's step-dad his mother refused to testify against him, saying that Jeremy was lying about being beaten. After they were all sent home Jeremy had the shit beaten out of him. It had all been to too much for him to handle, so instead of dealing with it like he had for years he simply ended it by ending his life.

Tye was devastated and felt partially responsible for everything that happened. He even hated himself for not keeping his promise to Jeremy. After attending the funeral Tye was stuck in a depressed stupor that nobody was able to get him out of. He gave up all his friends, not being able to be near the people that had driven his best friend to welcome death with open arms.

A week after the funeral the police showed up at his door step with a letter they found addressed to him in Jeremy's room. He took the letter and went to his room where he sat on his bed staring at the letter in his hands. Sure enough, on the back was his name scrawled out in the awful penmanship that could belong to nobody other than Jeremy.

He never opened the letter. Still hasn't. He's too afraid to see what it would say.

It wasn't till a couple months into his junior year of high school that he was able to pull himself out of his depressing state and that's because of a girl, isn't is always? She was a new student from California and she was stunningly beautiful. Tye took it upon himself to be her guide and he did everything possible to learn what he could about her. He quickly learned that her outer beauty was nothing compared to her inner beauty, it was practically love at first sight for him. He waited a couple weeks before asking her out, which she gladly said yes too. He was the happiest he had been in a long time. Tye remained happy for a month, a month in which he dated Charlotte, the girl of is dreams.

His happiness was shattered once again though when his brother's decided to take him to a college party. While at the party several girls were all over him, they didn't even care when he told them he had a girlfriend. He did his best to brush them off but they were persistent, especially one blonde in particular who had the gall to kiss him right on the lips. Tye had been so stunned he let her kiss him a for a moment before reacting and pushing her away, it was too late though, someone from his school who had also been there had snapped a picture, he didn't find out though till the next day.

He got to school and went up to Charlotte to walk her to class like usual only for her to slap him the second he was in range. He was beyond confused until she pulled out her phone and showed him the picture of he and the blonde kissing. He tried to explain himself but she refused to listen and dumped him on the spot, saying she never wanted to speak to him again. He was heartbroken. The pain he felt after the loss of what he thought was his one true love was excruciating and he yet again, slipped into his depressed state.

This time though, nothing seemed to be able to pull him out of it.
His older brothers were worried about him so they decided to take him out to six flags, which happened to be his favorite place, to see if it would cheer him up just a little. They never made it though. On the way their a large transport truck had faulty breaks or something and rammed right into them, killing both Tye's brothers instantly. Tye somehow survived and was rushed to the hospital where his heart stopped. He was dead for thirty seconds. The doctors brought him back though and he survived.

He was haunted though by the constant thoughts of "why them?" "why am I still alive?" "why couldn't it have been me?" Not only was the fact that he had survived haunting him but the fact that they had died from his brothers taking him out made it so much worse.

Tye was beyond depressed and started having suicidal thoughts, his parents were too upset about the loss of their two sons to notice his lack of motivation to live. Even finding out that his mother was pregnant didn't make him feel better. Nothing did.

Eight months of living like he was, if you can even call it living, finally brought Tye to the point where he was holding a knife to his wrist, ready to stop the torment. He never got the chance to make a single slice though since his mother's scream had him running to her aid. When he reached her she was clutching her stomach, and though it was obvious she was in pain she was smiling, as was his father. He was so confused as to why they were smiling till his father explained that his mother's water had just broken.

They all rushed to the hospital and all thoughts of ending his life left Tye's mind for the time being. He stayed with his mother and father at the hospital till his sibling was born and when the doctors came in caring a little pink blanket wrapped around his little sister Tye smiled, which was something he hadn't down in a long time. His mother and father held her first before they handed the little bundle off to him. When Tye looked down his grey eyes clashed with a pair of gorgeous, innocent blue ones. She was his angel, his savior.

That's why he asked his parents to name her Angel.

After the birth of his little sister Tye was more like his old self again; smiling, laughing and living life they he wanted to. They stayed in Texas for a short time before his parents decided they wanted to raise their daughter somewhere else, somewhere where death didn't haunt them. A week later they were on a plane on their way to Carlisle, Rhode Island. Their new home was nice and pleasant and he had to admit he liked it.

But even after the birth of his sister he never returned to his old self. At his new school he didn't even bother making friends. His parents weren't pleased by this and thought an after school activity might coax him into meeting new people, so the forced him into horseback riding. They bought him a horse and signed up to have a trainer at the Pelham Lane Equestrian Centre. Tye thought his parents were crazy for signing him up for something like that, he was sure he'd hate it. Boy was he wrong. After his second lesson he was returning to the centre on his own simply to ride for the sake of it. He loved it.

Relationship Status: Single

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hey, it's layne. [Full Name ] Joseph Blake Clary, Joe, or Joey

[ Age ] 20
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] April eighteenth. Louisville, Kentucky. 12:09 AM.

[ Gender ] Masculine
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual

[ Appearance/Description ]

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Joey in human form is a rather handsome young man. He attracts the attention of many lads and ladies. Slightly tousled dark brown hair, and smoldering brown eyes that hold the gentlest of demeanors within them. Joey's kind nature is well displayed on the outside by his happy-go-lucky attitude, and confidence. Of course, this confidence partially derives from the inner beast inside him.

[ Personality ]
Joey is possibly the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. He's so cute in his demeanor and finds reason to constantly treat girls that he's with with small, sweet and romantic gestures. Incredibly compassionate and kind, he's the guy you'd find helping out in the soup kitchen or holding a woman's purse for her. He's even helped old ladies across the street. Even though he's a sweetie, Joey has an awful temper that builds up very quickly if you upset him. He commonly has trouble controlling his temper, but it usually takes a lot to upset him. He's a very over-protective guy of those he cares about. Friends, family, his love, it doesn't matter who you are; If he considers you to be in danger he suddenly steps in. He's very old-fashioned, in that he holds doors open and treats ladies like a gentleman should. Definitely a rare breed, it is incredibly important to him to show who he loves that he truly cares about them.

[ History ]
Joey is, a character in himself. He sees things differently then most, mainly because of all the shit he's been through. His dad walked out on him when he was a least, that's what his mother tells him. Then his mom brought home men from all over the place, sleeping with them and using them to fuel the one thing she cared for: her precious alcohol. He's tough because of this, mainly because some of the guys stayed for a little longer then they should have. Mainly, his former step-father, Tom.
Tom came off a nice guy and to be honest, Joey liked having him in the beginning. His mother even stopped drinking through all of it. Then, Tom became controlling and angry if his mother even so looked at a guy and began to hit her, and abuse her. It wasn't until Joey stepped in, being 6'1 and over two-hundred pounds at fifteen. He called the cops long enough to protect his mother, and then they took Tom off to jail. It wasn't long after his mom married Brian, and he gained a little stepsister whom he's very protective of, Demi.
Although he seems very cold, with those he cares about, he's a big teddybear and even a bit vulnerable. It just depends on if you take the time to get to know him, though.

[Occupation:] Part time at the local burger joint.

[Crush?] Unidentified
[Relationship Status] Unknown

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