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{Part I}
“Books are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books- even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you, to bid you welcome.”
-William E. Gladstone
{Name:} Aryll Belle Shay
{Nickname:} None
{Age:} Seventeen [17]
{Date of Birth:} November 15th
{Place of Birth:} Giverny, France
{Personality:}
“I read books when I was a kid, lots of books. Books always seemed like magic to me. They took you to the most amazing places. When I got older, I realized I couldn't find books that took me to all the places I wanted to go. To go to those places, I had to write some books myself.”
-Pat Murphy, The Wild Girls
Aryll is bibliophile, as well as a logophile. She is a lover of books and words. Reading always seemed like a beautiful sort of magic to her. As a child, she would read and read, hardly ever stopping. It was not often you see her without her nose buried in a book. Reading was like breathing for her, without it, she would die a slow and painful death. Because of this, Aryll's vocabulary is far greater than any other seventeen-year-olds, not to mention adults. She finds it very difficult to speak with children, her speech is too advanced for them, so she has to use easier words and shorter sentences, she also has to talk a bit slower. When asked what her favourite book is, Aryll goes in a silent nervous break down. "What is a mother's favourite child?" She would reply. "For my coming up with an answer would be as difficult as her's."
“Creativity is more than just being different. Making the simple awesomely simple. That's creativity.”
-Charles Mingus
Aryll's mind seems to be wired to introverted creativity. She can be worlds to our world with the stroke of her favourite pen or a clatter of keys on a computer. She paints pictures of what she sees in her very different mind. Swirls of stars, a dotting of freckles on a little girl's face. She enjoys drawing Disney character's faces as well as realistic ones. Her mind is not only intelligent with the facts of math, science, and other classes at schools, but imagination and fantastic creativity that would blow other's minds.
“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.”
-John Green
Aryll is terrified of people. The very thought of crowds makes her want to curl up in bed. It makes her want to hide in a shell like a turtle and never come back out. Introversion is practically her life, for socializing practically petrifies her. Aryll is shy--terribly shy. Talking one-on-one with someone is so bad, it still makes her insides turn into ice, but interviews or speeches and dreadful. She prefers cats, books, and writing much more. She tells her own story, interview, or speech through writing, whether it be in a rhyming poem, rhythmic song, or intriguing story.
“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he or she is.”
-Jackson Pollock
“She fell into a troubled sleep only to wake up once more. She shot bolt straight up, her heart and mind racing. She could not wait. Brush in hand, paint at her side, she painted a world and set herself free.”
[Bibliophile by Aryll Shay]
Aryll's an artist, a dreamer, a creator of worlds. She is covered in colour from her paints. Aryll's a painter. Her art is her own, something she came up with herself, a world she had visited in her dreams. None of her paintings resemble any other artists' work. She donates her paintings to charities and children's hospitals.
“It was the fangirl code for every book geek: read, chat, squeal. Re-read, chat, and squeal again, until it’s all over and the dreaded book funk sets in. Find the next best thing to fill the void, then repeat steps one through three as necessary.”
-Rachael Wade, Love and Relativity
Aryll is, to put it bluntly, a fangirl. She obsesses mainly over British telly and actors, such as Doctor Who and Matt Smith, as well as Harry Potter. Most people never reach this level, they don't know this side of her for she is very quiet about it. Only her family and close friends [which she has none besides her books and cats] really know that she can go utterly crazy about certain things.
“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.”
-Arthur Schopenhauer
Aryll's self-doubt makes it slightly more difficult to see her great intelligence, but there is no question that she is brilliant. Utterly brilliant, though she will try to deny it. Arlly can solve any math problem easily. She can figure it all out in a blink of an eye as if it were as simple as breathing. She skipped a year of school when she was eleven years old, because she was so ahead of her fellow classmates. Even a year younger than the children she was learning with, she was placed into the most advanced class there were.
Aryll is kind and loving behind her mask of great insecurity and lack of confidence. She's stronger than she looks and braver than she seems, she just tries to hide it behind her giant books and decorated notebooks. She's a lovely person once you get to know her, you only have to give her a chance and try to get past her incredible shyness.
{Likes:}
○ Writing
○ Reading
○ Painting
○ Sketching
○ Art
○ Vintage everything
○ Sweaters and jumpers
○ Music
○ Piano
○ Violin
○ Harry Potter
○ Doctor Who
○ Sherlock [both BBC and the classics]
○ Merlin [the BBC television show]
○ Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit
○ David Tennant
○ Matt Smith
○ J.K Rowling
○ John Green
○ Vincent van Gogh
○ Herbal tea
○ Chocolate
{Dislikes:}
• Bullying
• Racism
• Alcohol
• People who dislike reading
• Gay marriage
• Swearing
• Coffee
• Bad grammar
• Math
• Judging
• Judging books by their covers [literally]
{Appearance:}
Hair Aryll's hair is a wonder. The pale auburn colour is quite unusual, and it suits her perfectly. It's quite thick and long. Her hair cascades in deep waves to the small of her back. Aryll often ties it in a crown of braids to keep it out of her way, and if not in that style, a simple braid that falls down her back.
Eyes Aryll's eyes are what she considers her best feature. They are very large, like a deer's, and a dark, mossy green. Flecks of silver and blue decorate her iris which is outlined in a dark, forest green colour. The lashes that frame these eyes are naturally very long, thick and dark. But hardly anyone notices her eyes for they are covered with navy blue "nerdy" glasses.
Body Structure Aryll is thin, but naturally so. She is lithe and of average height [5'6"] with rather long legs and arms. Her feet and hands are small, but she has long, delicate fingers. Her nails are short and ugly because she chews on them while reading, when she's anxious or suffering from her usual anxiety.
{Style:} (view spoiler)
Aryll's style is somewhat laid back with a vintage-y, nice feel to it. She often wears skirts with a T-shirt and flats, Converse, flip flops, or boots. High heels are definitely not her thing, she would never be caught wearing them. She doesn't really care about things matching each other, so a plaid shirt and polka dot shorts is an outfit that she does in fact wear. She loves wearing sweaters, she does wear them most of the time, even in summer. Jumpers and sweaters are probably her most favourite thing to wear, for when she gets shy it is easy to slip her hands inside of the sleeves and play with threads and such just to find something to look at and do to keep her from stuttering and blushing.
{History:} November the fourteenth, 1998. Norah Fray was rushed to the hospital by her husband, Dax. She was eight months pregnant. The doctors wheeled her into a clean, white room, talking in worried whispers. One day later, on November the fifteenth, 3:00 a.m, Norah gave birth to two beautiful baby girls. She adored them, and found them wonderful, but the doctors were not so sure. The babies were hurried away to be examined, and the nurses found that they were far too small to even be alive. They stayed in the hospital for a full two weeks before Aryll's twin sister, Kaia, passed away. Aryll survived, but she had to have multiple surgeries to fix problems with her heart and bones.
When Aryll was thirteen years old, her older sister, Asa, had a child, who she named Tavi. Tavi's birth was complicated, and Asa died three days later, to the family's distress. Norah and Dax now care for their granddaughter, wishing desperately that it was their own daughter.
For two years, Aryll was struck with grief so terribly that she could not speak with anyone. During this period of time, she fell in love with writing and painting. While doing these things she could express her emotions without talking. She wrote Dwelling at the age of fourteen and it was published one year later, turning into a great success. Bibliophile was written and released when Aryll was nearly seventeen years old.
{Family:}
Father | Dax Fray | 50 | Book Store worker
Mother | Norah Fray | 45 | Artist
Sister | Asa Fray | 25 | Deceased
Niece | Octavia [Tavi] | 3
Twin Sister | Kaia | 15 | Deceased
"Imagination is more important that knowledge."
-Albert Einstein
“Books are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books- even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you, to bid you welcome.”
-William E. Gladstone
{Name:} Aryll Belle Shay
{Nickname:} None
{Age:} Seventeen [17]
{Date of Birth:} November 15th
{Place of Birth:} Giverny, France
{Personality:}
“I read books when I was a kid, lots of books. Books always seemed like magic to me. They took you to the most amazing places. When I got older, I realized I couldn't find books that took me to all the places I wanted to go. To go to those places, I had to write some books myself.”
-Pat Murphy, The Wild Girls
Aryll is bibliophile, as well as a logophile. She is a lover of books and words. Reading always seemed like a beautiful sort of magic to her. As a child, she would read and read, hardly ever stopping. It was not often you see her without her nose buried in a book. Reading was like breathing for her, without it, she would die a slow and painful death. Because of this, Aryll's vocabulary is far greater than any other seventeen-year-olds, not to mention adults. She finds it very difficult to speak with children, her speech is too advanced for them, so she has to use easier words and shorter sentences, she also has to talk a bit slower. When asked what her favourite book is, Aryll goes in a silent nervous break down. "What is a mother's favourite child?" She would reply. "For my coming up with an answer would be as difficult as her's."
“Creativity is more than just being different. Making the simple awesomely simple. That's creativity.”
-Charles Mingus
Aryll's mind seems to be wired to introverted creativity. She can be worlds to our world with the stroke of her favourite pen or a clatter of keys on a computer. She paints pictures of what she sees in her very different mind. Swirls of stars, a dotting of freckles on a little girl's face. She enjoys drawing Disney character's faces as well as realistic ones. Her mind is not only intelligent with the facts of math, science, and other classes at schools, but imagination and fantastic creativity that would blow other's minds.
“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.”
-John Green
Aryll is terrified of people. The very thought of crowds makes her want to curl up in bed. It makes her want to hide in a shell like a turtle and never come back out. Introversion is practically her life, for socializing practically petrifies her. Aryll is shy--terribly shy. Talking one-on-one with someone is so bad, it still makes her insides turn into ice, but interviews or speeches and dreadful. She prefers cats, books, and writing much more. She tells her own story, interview, or speech through writing, whether it be in a rhyming poem, rhythmic song, or intriguing story.
“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he or she is.”
-Jackson Pollock
“She fell into a troubled sleep only to wake up once more. She shot bolt straight up, her heart and mind racing. She could not wait. Brush in hand, paint at her side, she painted a world and set herself free.”
[Bibliophile by Aryll Shay]
Aryll's an artist, a dreamer, a creator of worlds. She is covered in colour from her paints. Aryll's a painter. Her art is her own, something she came up with herself, a world she had visited in her dreams. None of her paintings resemble any other artists' work. She donates her paintings to charities and children's hospitals.
“It was the fangirl code for every book geek: read, chat, squeal. Re-read, chat, and squeal again, until it’s all over and the dreaded book funk sets in. Find the next best thing to fill the void, then repeat steps one through three as necessary.”
-Rachael Wade, Love and Relativity
Aryll is, to put it bluntly, a fangirl. She obsesses mainly over British telly and actors, such as Doctor Who and Matt Smith, as well as Harry Potter. Most people never reach this level, they don't know this side of her for she is very quiet about it. Only her family and close friends [which she has none besides her books and cats] really know that she can go utterly crazy about certain things.
“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.”
-Arthur Schopenhauer
Aryll's self-doubt makes it slightly more difficult to see her great intelligence, but there is no question that she is brilliant. Utterly brilliant, though she will try to deny it. Arlly can solve any math problem easily. She can figure it all out in a blink of an eye as if it were as simple as breathing. She skipped a year of school when she was eleven years old, because she was so ahead of her fellow classmates. Even a year younger than the children she was learning with, she was placed into the most advanced class there were.
Aryll is kind and loving behind her mask of great insecurity and lack of confidence. She's stronger than she looks and braver than she seems, she just tries to hide it behind her giant books and decorated notebooks. She's a lovely person once you get to know her, you only have to give her a chance and try to get past her incredible shyness.
{Likes:}
○ Writing
○ Reading
○ Painting
○ Sketching
○ Art
○ Vintage everything
○ Sweaters and jumpers
○ Music
○ Piano
○ Violin
○ Harry Potter
○ Doctor Who
○ Sherlock [both BBC and the classics]
○ Merlin [the BBC television show]
○ Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit
○ David Tennant
○ Matt Smith
○ J.K Rowling
○ John Green
○ Vincent van Gogh
○ Herbal tea
○ Chocolate
{Dislikes:}
• Bullying
• Racism
• Alcohol
• People who dislike reading
• Gay marriage
• Swearing
• Coffee
• Bad grammar
• Math
• Judging
• Judging books by their covers [literally]
{Appearance:}
Hair Aryll's hair is a wonder. The pale auburn colour is quite unusual, and it suits her perfectly. It's quite thick and long. Her hair cascades in deep waves to the small of her back. Aryll often ties it in a crown of braids to keep it out of her way, and if not in that style, a simple braid that falls down her back.
Eyes Aryll's eyes are what she considers her best feature. They are very large, like a deer's, and a dark, mossy green. Flecks of silver and blue decorate her iris which is outlined in a dark, forest green colour. The lashes that frame these eyes are naturally very long, thick and dark. But hardly anyone notices her eyes for they are covered with navy blue "nerdy" glasses.
Body Structure Aryll is thin, but naturally so. She is lithe and of average height [5'6"] with rather long legs and arms. Her feet and hands are small, but she has long, delicate fingers. Her nails are short and ugly because she chews on them while reading, when she's anxious or suffering from her usual anxiety.
{Style:} (view spoiler)
Aryll's style is somewhat laid back with a vintage-y, nice feel to it. She often wears skirts with a T-shirt and flats, Converse, flip flops, or boots. High heels are definitely not her thing, she would never be caught wearing them. She doesn't really care about things matching each other, so a plaid shirt and polka dot shorts is an outfit that she does in fact wear. She loves wearing sweaters, she does wear them most of the time, even in summer. Jumpers and sweaters are probably her most favourite thing to wear, for when she gets shy it is easy to slip her hands inside of the sleeves and play with threads and such just to find something to look at and do to keep her from stuttering and blushing.
{History:} November the fourteenth, 1998. Norah Fray was rushed to the hospital by her husband, Dax. She was eight months pregnant. The doctors wheeled her into a clean, white room, talking in worried whispers. One day later, on November the fifteenth, 3:00 a.m, Norah gave birth to two beautiful baby girls. She adored them, and found them wonderful, but the doctors were not so sure. The babies were hurried away to be examined, and the nurses found that they were far too small to even be alive. They stayed in the hospital for a full two weeks before Aryll's twin sister, Kaia, passed away. Aryll survived, but she had to have multiple surgeries to fix problems with her heart and bones.
When Aryll was thirteen years old, her older sister, Asa, had a child, who she named Tavi. Tavi's birth was complicated, and Asa died three days later, to the family's distress. Norah and Dax now care for their granddaughter, wishing desperately that it was their own daughter.
For two years, Aryll was struck with grief so terribly that she could not speak with anyone. During this period of time, she fell in love with writing and painting. While doing these things she could express her emotions without talking. She wrote Dwelling at the age of fourteen and it was published one year later, turning into a great success. Bibliophile was written and released when Aryll was nearly seventeen years old.
{Family:}
Father | Dax Fray | 50 | Book Store worker
Mother | Norah Fray | 45 | Artist
Sister | Asa Fray | 25 | Deceased
Niece | Octavia [Tavi] | 3
Twin Sister | Kaia | 15 | Deceased
"Imagination is more important that knowledge."
-Albert Einstein
{Part II}
"I'm an introvert... I love being myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with with my cats and looking at the trees, flowers, and sky."
-Audrey Hepburn
{Home:} (view spoiler)
Aryll's home is very small and cute. It has a nice vintage-y feel to it. She enjoys decorating it no matter if it's near a holiday or not. Her house is completely full of books, she even has a small library. There are big book stacks in the hallways, more stacks of books in the kitchen, and a shelve filled with books in every room.
{Occupation:} Aryll works at a small book store and part time at Starbucks for a bit of extra money. She is also an author and getting a small amount of money from that as well.
{Hobbies:} Reading, writing, painting, sketching.
{Talents:} Writing, painting, sketching, violin, piano.
{Other:}
-She has written two books, which have been released in France and has just been released in the UK a week ago.
-Her books are Dwelling and Bibliophile.
-She skipped two years of school and school and has now finished High School.
"The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words."
"I'm an introvert... I love being myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with with my cats and looking at the trees, flowers, and sky."
-Audrey Hepburn
{Home:} (view spoiler)
Aryll's home is very small and cute. It has a nice vintage-y feel to it. She enjoys decorating it no matter if it's near a holiday or not. Her house is completely full of books, she even has a small library. There are big book stacks in the hallways, more stacks of books in the kitchen, and a shelve filled with books in every room.
{Occupation:} Aryll works at a small book store and part time at Starbucks for a bit of extra money. She is also an author and getting a small amount of money from that as well.
{Hobbies:} Reading, writing, painting, sketching.
{Talents:} Writing, painting, sketching, violin, piano.
{Other:}
-She has written two books, which have been released in France and has just been released in the UK a week ago.
-Her books are Dwelling and Bibliophile.
-She skipped two years of school and school and has now finished High School.
"The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words."
Name: Elizabeth Lyn JonesNickname(s): Beth, Lyn.
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: London, England
Date of Birth: October 31st
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Elizabeth has brown hair that falls down to the small of her back in very light waves. She often does weird, crazy styles with it, but most of the time it's in a simple side braid. Her eyes are a crystal-like shade of blue which she loves a lot. They are large and outlined in long, thick, dark lashes. She has high cheek bones and her skin is very pale, making her almost look like she's sick. She has a frail looking body, but it's much stronger than you would think. She's 5'6", average height. She's very thin. Her fingers are long and delicate looking, she loves painting her fingernails. Elizabeth hardly ever wears jewelry, but when she does, it's simple earrings and a necklace [although she loves buying jewelry at the mall with her best friend]. Elizabeth wears thick, brown, nerdish looking glasses. Without them, she's practically blind.
Style: (view spoiler)
Elizabeth wears practically anything she can get her hands on. She loves boots and sandals, but most of all, scarves.
Personality: Elizabeth is a huge fan of music, to start off. She writes her own music, actually. She loves writing about love most of all, her crushes and the boyfriends she used to have. Her trusty guitar is all she ever wants in life, besides her dog and best friend. She loves making music, not only with her voice, but with her guitar and piano as well. She plays nearly every instrument, but her favourites are the guitar, the piano, and the violin. She's best at the guitar for that is the instrument she plays the most. She loves listening to music, any music there is! If it's Christen, pop, rap, rock, anything! She'll jam out to any song there is on the radio.
Elizabeth is quite sweet, though she may seem a bit bitter at first. She doesn't trust strangers, they are all murderers or kidnappers in her mind. But once you get to know her, she may just be the sweetest girl you'll ever meet.
Elizabeth is a bit quirky and a tad bit of a hipster. But she doesn't care what others think of that.
Elizabeth is very intelligent. If it comes to creativity or school classes, she's fantastic at it. She can solve any problem without even blinking, she can think up any world with only one thought coming to her head. She's just intelligent.
History: When Elizabeth was ten years old, a man came into the house in the dead of the night and tried to kidnap her. She got very injured and he ruined her mind with dreadful thoughts. The man was sent to jail and Elizabeth was sent to the hospital. She slowly became more and more mental with the thoughts of that night literally ruining her brain. But luckily one night another girl was taken into the hospital. The two girls slowly became best friends and Elizabeth's mind fixed itself. Ever since then, she has been perfectly fine, though her walking needs a bit of help when it's facing a long road or a steep hill.
Family:
Father, Jackson Jones, 42 years old
Mother, Jane Jones, 40 years old
Sister, Taylor Jones, 9 years old
Likes:
-Music
-Her best friend
-Painting
-Drawing
-Sketching
-Starbucks
-Pretty Little Liars
-Glee
-Singing
-Dancing
-Hot Chocolate
-Coffee
-Guitar
-Piano
-Violin
Dislikes:
-Haters
-Bullying
-High Heels
-School
-Tea
Hobbies: Singing, dancing, writing music, playing guitar, piano, and violin.
Talents: Singing, writing music, playing guitar.
Relationship: Open
Home: Elizabeth lives in a cute, little house with her best friend. It is cute and vintage-y.
Occupation: Elizabeth works at the movie theaters with her best friend.
Other: Elizabeth has a cute little puppy named Midnight. (view spoiler)
Name: Samantha Lauren JohnsonNickname(s): Sammy, Sam.
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: London, England
Date of Birth: November 30th
Appearance:
Samantha has brown hair that falls down to the small of her back in small waves. Her hair is very dark and chocolate-y looking. She usually has strings of beads and feathers in her hair, but if not, she has it in a simple bun. Her eyes are a chocolate brown colour with a bit of blue in them. They are big and outlined in dark, long, thick lashes. Her skin is very pale, making her look almost sick. Her body is very delicate looking, but she's stronger than she looks. She's 5'6", average height. Samantha is very thin and has long fingers. She loves painting her fingernails dark colours. Samantha hardly ever wears jewelry, but when she does, she only wears a simple necklace and some earrings [she loves buying jewelry at the mall with her best friend, though]. Samantha wears thick, brown, nerd glasses. Without them, she's practically blind.
Style: (view spoiler)
Samantha's style is pretty normal despite her abnormal style in hair. She loves wearing shorts and ripped jeans, floral shirts and flowing shirts, ruffled skirts, flats...
Personality: Samantha is in love with music. She loves singing and writing songs as much as possible. She loves writing music with her guitar, piano, and viola. She can play many instruments, but none as good as her guitar. Samantha will listen to any music there is on the radio, but her favourite is pop and rap. She loves making up dances with her best friend, even though their dances are absolutely dreadful.
Samantha can be pretty bitter and rude when you first meet her. Sarcastic and hardly saying anything that wasn't short and simple. But when you get to know her, she's the sweetest girl in the world! She just doesn't trust strangers. To her, strangers are either murderers, rapers, or kidnappers. When you get to know Samantha, she will be kind, caring, and completely insane.
Samantha is what you may call a 'hipster' and very quirky. Her dressing may seem a bit hipsterish to some people, her hair as well. She's a bit awkward at first as well.
Samantha is very creative, imaginative, and very intelligent. She got top grades at school and won countless awards for her interesting music and art.
History: When Samantha was fourteen years old, she was raped. She got pretty hurt for he beat her up quite a bit so that she wouldn't fight him when he raped her. He was sent to prison while Samantha was sent to the hospital, freaking out quite a bit still as her parents and the nurses tried to calm her down. But when she reached the hospital and was cured, she met her best friend who helped her for she had gone through something very similar. They helped each other and soon reached a point where their minds were fixed and they could go home. Her strength in her arms still need a bit of help though.
Family:
Father, Jordan Johnson, 42 years old
Mother, June Johnson, 40 years old
Brother, Thomas Johnson, 9 years old
Likes:
-Music
-Her best friend
-Painting
-Drawing
-Sketching
-Starbucks
-American Horror Story
-Glee
-Singing
-Dancing
-Hot Chocolate
-Coffee
-Guitar
-Piano
-Viola
Dislikes:
-Haters
-Bullying
-High Heels
-School
-Tea
Hobbies: Singing, dancing, writing music and songs, playing guitar, piano, viola.
Talents: Singing, writing music and songs, playing guitar.
Relationship: Open
Home: Samantha lives in a cute, little house with her best friend. It is cute and vintage-y.
Occupation: Samantha works at the movie theaters with her best friend, Elizabeth.
Other: Samantha has a cute little puppy named Twilight. (view spoiler)
Tessa wrote: "Name: Elizabeth Lyn JonesNickname(s): Beth, Lyn.
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: London, England
Date of Birth: October 31st
Appearance:
Elizabeth has brown hair that falls down to the sm..."
You're character is AMAZING! Wanna RP now?????
Your's is too! YES! Where should we RP???????????
Danke! Hmm.......uh.........we should request a house and then........RP there........ xD
Both Elizabeth and Samantha. :)
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination.
-Albert Einstein
Name: Kendra Paige
Nickname(s): None
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: Belfast, Ireland
Date of Birth: February 15
Appearance:
Kendra is a tall girl of five feet, nine inches. She got it from her father. Her hair is a dark brown, almost black, with a natural wave to it. It is very well oiled and has a certain shine to it that looks as if she has done something to make it that way. The aforementioned wave makes her hair very hard to work with, especially since she doesn’t want to mess with it much. So she mostly keeps her hair in one of these three styles: braided, in a messy bun, or just let down crazy and wavy. She has thin arms, but strong legs from running. She has always been rather lean even before she started running.
Her eyes are a cloudy light blue surrounded by thick dark eyelashes. Her eyebrows are dark and thick as well as a pain to keep under control. She has large rough hands from being outside a lot as a kid. She has big feet that are hard to find shoes for but great when she would go swimming in a lake at their home back in Belfast. Kendra is fairly pale due to her Northern Irish Heritage. Her milky pale skin only intensified the color of her eyes to shine even more.
Style: (view spoiler)
Kendra’s style is nothing special but very unique. She likes sweaters and cardigans. She is not much of a girly girl but she still likes to wear skirts.
Personality: Kendra is a more outgoing person, but finds no greater joy than to curl up with a good book. If she isn’t carrying a book with her and if she isn’t something is probably wrong. She loves working with computers and tech. She would often help do the lights and sound for plays. She hated to be in the spotlight though and would blush crimson if she was ever acknowledged for her work.
Kendra is a lot smarter than she acts. She loves learning history and geography. She has notebooks full of notes from her history and geography class. She once won a trip to go on a geographical sight seeing trip. She “geeked” and greatly enjoyed the trip. She found it interesting to actually experience the places she read about up close.
Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.
~Marc Riboud
See, Kendra also love to take photos. She was too impatient to try her hand at drawing and was far more intrigued by photography. She got her first quality camera when she was thirteen. Since then she has started photographing people, animals and nature. She takes a class every month with her second cousin.
History: Kendra was born in Belfast, Ireland with a twin brother. She lived there happily with her brother, mother and father until she was ten. When she turned ten, her brother and father went camping. On there trip, the forest they camped in caught on fire. Unable to escape, her father and brother were killed. Kendra and her mother grieved for some time before moving. Belfast only haunted them with memories that brought them pain. Her mother told Kendra they would start anew and they moved into Crooked Creek. Kendra started at the school there and continued her passions which she had back home.
Family:
Father [35] - Clive Paige (deceased)
Mother [44] - Tara Paige (child care worker)
Brother[11] - Greg Paige (deceased)
Likes:
~Apple (computer) products
~Fall
~Snow
~Campfires
~Big sweaters
~Photography
~Instrumental Music
~Violin
~Owls
~Tolkien
~J.K. Rowling
~C.S. Lewis
~William Shakespeare
~Poetry {the meaningful kind}
~ Sherlock Holmes
Dislikes:
~Rude people
~Girls who flaunt their bodies
~People who constantly strive to be the centre of attention
~Sexism
~Torn book covers
~Homosexuality
~Tight spaces
Hobbies: Reading, Photography, Running, and Working Computers/Tech
Talents: Technology, Violin, Photography, and Running
Relationship:
None have developed yet ;)
Home:
Kendra lives here in her cozy little cottage like home with her widowed mother.
Occupation: Kendra is finishing her Senior year of high school. She has, however, started working as a photographer and taking peoples photos as well as sending her photos into the newspaper and magazines.
Other: Kendra has a lazy eye. You can't tell because she wears contacts that correct it. She used to wear glasses for it but got contacts when she moved to Crooked Creek.
Ooh, she's wonderful! I love her. :)
Name: Lucille Anna GrayNickname(s): Lucy
Age: 18
City of Birth: New York, New York
Date of Birth: September 25
Appearance: Lucy has blonde hair that falls just above her waist. It is naturally curly, and the ends are died a brilliant turquoise. She has hazel eyes that never seem to want to stick with just one color. They constantly change from green, to blue-green, to even a brown. She just barely reaches 5'5 and is quite petite. She has big eyes that show off their different colors. She has a rose tattoo on her wrist, with falling petals. There are three petals falling for each of her family members.
Style: Lucy wears whatever her hearts desires. She has a large wardrobe that ranges from a midnight black dress, to a pink frilly skirt. Her hair is either normally up in a ponytail, a messy bun, or hanging in ringlets down her back. Her accessories consists of a necklace her best friend gave her, and whatever jewelry goes with her outfit that day. She wears very minimal makeup, normally only eyeliner, mascara, and sometimes a little eye shadow.
Personality: Lucy can be very outgoing with her friends. She cares about the people closest to her, and loves them dearly. She can also be very shy and secluded at times. When she wants to be left alone, she'll tell you. She likes to talk to people about anything and everything. Lucy especially loves books, and could read them for hours a day. Lucy used to want to hide the fact that she reads books, but now she's confident as she is. Lucy could go on for hours at a time talking about a book, and never be bored. She loves creating new places and creating characters as she sees them. Lucy is also fascinated by different countries. She wants to travel around the world and go to different places and learn the language. Lucy has a thirst for knowledge, and can be very passionate about the things she loves to do.
History: Lucy has had a bit of a rough life. She was in foster care for half of her life, and then adopted when she was 10. She never knew her real father, and hasn't seen or heard from her real mother since she was seven.
Family:
William Brooks- adopted father
Maria Brooks- adopted mother
Eliza Gray- biological mother
Likes:
Doctor Who
Books
Supernatural
Teen Wolf
How I Met Your Mother
Hanging out with friends
The computer
Music
chocolate
ice cream
Dislikes:
Ducks
spiders
tight spaces
hard chairs that she can't get comfortable in
loud places where she can't read, although she can read almost anywhere.
Hobbies:
Horse back riding
writing
reading
Talents:
singing
Relationship: open
Home: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVUWmxooYE...
Occupation: a part time waitress
Other:
Lucy wants a career in writing.
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I'm not running away. I've already gone....
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Nιcknamє(s):
Verity once was named Jane, it seemed decades ago when she was called Jane and you better get you're priorities right before you cat call Jane out because that life insurance is going to finally be worth it.
Verity Meaning….
{Vare-i-tee}
Origin is Latin and means truth and prosper. It is a feminine name that is uncommon and is not known in developing countries, and become known in 1990.
Jane Meaning
Jane is of the American, Hebrew and English origin and was biblically mentioned as "woman."
➺ The Hebrew & American meaning:
Gift from God.
➺English meaning:
Gracious
People with this name are often creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. They tend to be the "centre of attention", and they 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.
Bɪʀᴛʜ
➺Gєnᴅєя: Feminine
➺Agє: 16
➺Daτє of Bιяτh: 24th Feb
➺Zodιac Sιgи: Pisces
Pisces are compassionate and creative, they crave a dominant partner and are accepting of others. They pity others who have problems and will do anything to help them out, however they can be good thing they sometimes will get lost in the problem and lose their own self while trying to help another. But that doesn't mean they aren't devoted.
Pisces can be oversensitive and indecisive, even though they don't like to show it but they are easily hurt and find it harder to hide their tears. They are also escapist, the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, esp. by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy.
➺Placє of Bιяτh: Liverpool
➺Tιmє of Bιяτh: 3:14am
➺Bℓooᴅ Tчρє: O
➺Sєxυaℓιτч: Heterosexual
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
➺Famιℓч
Heather
Lucas Hepworth-Elder brother
John Jackson-Stepfather
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You don't turn your back on your family, even when they turn their back on you.
It's not a secret that Verity's household is dysfunctional, see, after her father died her family weren't ever quite the same.
Timothy Hepworth was a kind and noble man who never favoured one child over the other, the kids loved him and life was perfect. Well that was until September 11th 2001 where his life was shortly ended during the twin tower episode, it was carnage.
Heather remarried a few years afterwards, to her children's resentment.
➺Romancє
N/A
Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ Sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ
➺Occυρaτιon:
Waitress
➺Potential Occυρaτιon:
Artist
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Verity and Business
Verity doesn't take well to leadership or being highly positioned, she is too sensitive and lacks self confidence for such jobs. She wishes only to become an artist, where she can lose herself in a painting and not be stressed. She is to accepting and kind to be the "boss" of any company, and if it was up to her everyone would get paid double their amount. Verity is happy with her current job because it pays the bills but she knows she can help them out when she fulfils her true dream, a modern artist.
➺Cℓass:
(High/First, Middle, Poor/Low?)
Poor
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Verity has fiery wild red hair that is mid length, it can be extremely curly on some days but also straight on other. It has a mind of it's own
She has dark deep set blue eyes that is a strange contrast with red hair such as her own. Cute little freckles over her nose and lots more appear all over her skin. Her lips are full and is naturally red, she is frail and skinny, however don't be mistaken by her appearance for her personality crosses out all frail and petite features. She is nothing close to looking angelic but there is some form of beauty hidden behind that fire around her head.
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➺Haιя:
~Fiery red hair~
➺Eчєs:
~Dark blue~
➺Hєιgнτ:
Verity is around middle height for her age, just the right height. not to tall or to short, just average.
➺Wєιgнτ:
She is skinny and looks frail but don't be mistaken for her size, fury comes in all sizes.
➺Skιn Toиє:
Verity has fair skin with cute orange freckles scattered along her.
➺Boᴅч Typє:
Petite features and frail bones, she looks weak but never judge a book by it's cover...
➺Sτчℓє:
Ⅵ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
➺Tяaιτ Oиє: Compassionate
Verity will go out of her way to help a friend, she is extremely loyal. She will take a friends problem make it her own and will suffer with them, but she will do anything in a her will power to fix it. However she can lose herself in her own act of kindness and forget about herself in her friend situation. Verity needs a strong positive friend to keep her strong. She likes adventure and social events, she always has something exciting in mind which will build a long last relationship.
➺Tяaιτ Tωo: Adaptable
Verity's personality is hard to pin down, it is very mysterious and elusive. She is moulded by her surroundings, she incorporate her experiences and surroundings into herself and mood. She extreme compassion and they feel the pain of others. If something is wrong in the world that affects them, it affects her deeply, she takes it to heart and feel extreme feelings regarding the matter. When they are happy, she is extremely happy and when they are sad, she is extremely depressed.
➺Tяaιτ Tняєє: Accepting
Verity finds herself helping those in need, she doesn't mind if she has to throw away some of her own personal needs to help out those who are less fortunate because it makes her feel good about herself. She accepts other the way they are, she can't change them and no one has a right to. Everyone is their own person.
➺Tяaιτ Foυя: Devoted
Verity is known for devotion to-well, just about everything. She can't put something down without it being finished, once she starts there is no stopping her. This of course suggests stubbornness. This aspect helps her while she paints, when she's having trouble she will always get through it because of her complete and utter devotion towards her work.
➺Tяaιτ Fιvє: Imaginative
"Being imaginative is something that is within you, it can't be bought or learnt. You are born with such power and it's up to you to preserve it."
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Verity has a great imagination and lets it run wild during her painting sessions, although her mother always complained of her imagination when she was younger Verity has always been grateful for her own imagination because it helps her out during times of pain or unpleasant events.
➺Tяaιτ Six: Spontaneous
Others enjoy Verity's company mostly because of her spontaneous personality, she makes any outing fun by spontaneously coming up with an idea. Partying is almost inevitable when hanging out with Verity, she just has the best of luck when she goes out.
Verity is the kind of person who does first and thinks later. She behaves like this in a natural way, without prompting or premeditation.
Weaknesses
➺ Oversensitive
Her downfall is her sensitivity and her inability to reject another person. Verity's does not like rejection and tries to treat others the way she would want to be treated so she will rarely say no to a person for fear of hurting their feelings. Verity's eternal struggle is to learn to use her "powers" and her imagination in a positive, productive way and vying for emotional stability by not giving away her emotions to everyone else, they need to help themselves.
➺ Self pitying
Verity often feels sorry for herself and will cry over the most obscure things, for hours she will could cry her heart out while eating ice cream. Once Verity gets to this stage of self pity there is no turning back, no way to help her except time.
Usually, to save herself from such depression she would relieve her pain through art work but if there is no paint or easel around she is a lost cause.
➺ Escapist
Verity tends to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant recent events, she seeks entertainment and art to cool her down and keep her busy until the unpleasantness has worn off. She often hides behind a artwork to show her true emotions and feeling, however this can be hard at times because she is an extremely emotional person. Art is her diversion from reality.
➺Tяaιτ Six: Stubborn
Verity doesn't like to admit it but she is in accusation of stubbornness, once she makes a decision nothing can change her mind, she is as stubborn as rock. She always believes she is right in everything she does and even when the truth is right in front of her eyes she'll refuse to believe such a thing.
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Part 2“Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
-Pablo Picasso
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Verity was born into a happy family and grew up in Liverpool until the age of seven. That was the time of the twin tower massacre....
Her father, Timothy Hepworth was at a business meeting while it went down, literally. Verity and her brother were in class when they heard about the disastrous event. Till this day Verity has never forgotten those last moments of her happy life which all came crashing down in a matter of seconds.
Her family were in distraught when they heard about the news, it was almost certain that her father had died but his unfound body gave them hope that in fact he had survived, in crucial conditions.
Verity waited for weeks, hoping that her father would walk through those doors with a cheerful smile ready to tell his adventures of how he escaped. Her older brother tried to break it down easy to her, that he must of died after all these weeks but Verity was certain that he was still alive. There was no way to convince her of the hurtful truth.
Mean while her mother, Heather became-what would you call it? Frozen-? Stuck-?
She didn't respond to most things and worked like a robot, she still did stuff but without any effort or expression. She become some what dreary and was off with the fairies, as Verity called it. So her elder brother, Lucas, cared for her instead. They bonded, however not in the situation they would of liked they still made do of what they had.
Money was running on a low and food in the fridge was becoming scarce, since their mother had neglected her work and had been fired from her job prior 3 weeks after the death of her husband.
Lucas managed to get a job by the age of twelve as the newspaper boy but still it couldn't pay the bills. They became thin and their clothes were tattered, their mother had neglected life and had found a way to go into some sort of coma without actually being unconscious but what good would it do, she may as well be in unconscious for all she did around the house.
When Verity was eleven and her brother thirteen their mother slowly worked out her trance and began to make contact with human life, however Verity despised her for abandoning them. Lucas did too.
Heather remarried soon afterwards to a lowlife man named John, he had no current job and abused alcohol. Verity and Lucas hated their life at home and did anything so as not to go home to such a mess, both house and stepfather. The house was hardly their house anymore, they visited less frequently and had made a habit of a new lifestyle in either friend's homes or old abandoned houses, when they weren't being kicked out of them of course.
When Lucas turned 17 he left the house, well not exactly "the house" but his family, permanently. Verity was distraught. For she wasn't allowed to follow her brother, not that her parents objected against it but that Lucas had prohibited her from coming with him. She objected and sulked but he still refused, she had never felt so betrayed. He left her in the dumps of Liverpool with their messed up family. She didn't see Lucas for a very long time and she didn't think she'd ever again.
Verity changed her first name: Jane, to her middle name Verity. She refused to live under her parents rules, even if it was her name. Her life, her rules.
When Verity turned 16 she ran away to London, she had saved up enough money to get a train ticket there but not even close enough to buy an apartment or enrol in school. She was roaming the streets when she literally bumped in Lucas, her bag came tumbling to the floor but that didn't matter because she was finally reunited with her brother, at last. Verity hugged him and cried in his arm until he brought he back to his small apartment fit for one. They lived together in the small apartment and he paid for her school, together the moved to a smaller town, Crooked Creek and they were happy at last.
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Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs
Likes
~Ice cream
~Helping others
~Chocolate
~Doritos
~Lucas
~Painting
~Art
~Timothy Hepworth
Dislikes
~John Jackson
~Heather Jackson
~September 11
~Crying
~Arrogant people
~Heights
~Tight spaces
➺Iиᴅuℓgєncєs:
Verity loves a good scoop of ice cream, especially when she is feeling down. Chocolate can always cure a broken heart too.
➺Pнobιas:
Heights
Heights is something Verity would rather avoid and she hasn't breached any frightening height experience, thank god other wise you would have to deal with a hyperventilating 16 year old girl. That wouldn't be pretty.
Claustrophobic
Verity hates tight spaces and will do anything to cringe out of them, after her experience during her grade 4 camp when her class went caving she developed a sense of fear for tight spaces. She cried inside a cave until a teacher came and rescued her out, he told her she was claustrophobic and since then she has for ever voided from small spaces.
➺Assєτs:
~Artwork
~Imagining
~Reading
➺Dιsaᴅvanτagєs:
~Limited amount of money
~Scarse food source
~Less facilities than other students
➺Home
McKenna wrote: "Aria is approved. :)"
Thank you :D
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@McKeenaIs my character approved?
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Is my character approved?"
Yuppers. :) You're characters are awesome!
Is my character approved?"
Yuppers. :) You're characters are awesome!
My first male character may or may not be based off my crush haha
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“Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning & thunder.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz
⊹⊱Nathan Benjamin Callaghan⊰⊹
↬First Name: Nathan
{Naath-ann} Means "he gave" in Hebrew. In the Old Testament this is the name of both a prophet and a son of King David. It has been used as a Christian given name in the English-speaking world since the Protestant Reformation.
↬Middle Name: Benjamin
{been-ja-men}From the Hebrew name בִּנְיָמִין (Binyamin) which means "son of the south" or "son of the right hand". Benjamin in the Old Testament is the twelfth and youngest son of Jacob and the founder of one of the southern tribes of the Hebrews. He was originally named בֶּן־אוֹנִי (Ben-'oniy) meaning "son of my sorrow" by his mother Rachel, who died shortly after childbirth, but it was later changed by his father.
↬Last Name: Callaghan
{calla-gan}This ancient and honourable surname is of Irish and royal origins. Originally spelt as O'Ceallachan, it was composed of the elements O' meaning descendant of, and Ceallachan, a diminutive of the personal name Ceallach, meaning 'strife'.
↬Nick Name: Goes by his first name, Nathan
↬Title: None Applicable
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
― Bob Marley
↬Age: 21 years
↬Date of Birth: March 27
↬Location of Birth: Northern Ireland
↬Time of Birth: 10:22 p.m
↬Zodiac: Aries
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↬Birthstone: Aquamarine
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↬Sexuality: Heterosexual
↬Occupation Works at local bookstore
“I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.”
― Lauren DeStefano, Wither
⊹⊱Physical Appearance:⊰⊹
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↬Face Claim: Sean O'Pry
↬Skin Tone: Nathan has nicely tanned skin that seems to glow
↬Height: Nathan stands at six feet and 1 inch
↬Weight: Nathan is 200 pounds of pure muscle
↬Build: Nathan has a toned and nicely muscled body due to hours spent at the gym and his naturally athletic and outdoorsy personality.
↬Eyes: Nathan has very expressive blue eyes that are always alight-as if he knows something you don't. His eyes can cause many swoon, and they have saved his ass more than a few times.
↬Hair: His hair is lustrous and thick dark brown that is kept disheveled most of the time.
↬Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars: Nathan has a long, thin scar that runs across his ribs.
↬Clothes Style: Nathan has a kind of dressy-casual look, but he can tone it down or up on a whim.
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“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami
⊹⊱Personality⊰⊹
↬Witty
Nathan has a sarcastic mouth and can often come off as a smart-ass, but no, it would only be his wit shining through. Nathan is quick to remark on anything, and often does it with his intelligence and humor. Nathan often speaks this way, and it has caused him to be dumped more than a few times-"the ladies just don't get me..." He would sigh after each breakup. Nathan has an amusingly clever quality though, and keeps many friends. Nathan tends to be very comical, and he can't help that. His mouth gets him into trouble, but he's a glutton for punishment.
↬Strong-headed
Nathan has a very set opinion, and when his mind is set on a course, there is no stopping him. Nathan detest the term "stubborn", even though that really describes him best, he simply believes that he knows exactly what he wants, and not a soul will stand in his way. Nathan refuses to stand down from a challenge, and is very persistent. His strong-will often causes others to become annoyed with him, but he is actually very compassionate underneath all the bravado.
↬Passionate
Nathan is naturally a passionate person, and really puts his heart into everything he does. He has strong feelings for what he loves and hates, and isn't afraid to express that. Nathan has a certain intensity for what he loves-his books are a big passion for him, but he also has an equal passion for running. Nathan really feels with his while being, but a lot of his more "sensitive"-if you will-side is covered by sarcasm and immaturity.
↬Independent
Nathan rarely allows himself to rely others-he makes his own choices, and takes his own paths without the assistant of others. Nathan stands perfectly capable on his own, ad doesn't let others knock him down. Nathan has always been independent, from about the time he was 5. He never has liked the helping hand of others. Nathan's stubbornness, of course, added to this. Nathan feels very strongly about this, and even if he were lying on his death bed, he wouldn't depend on another's authority.
Strengths
↱Fast and strong-excellent at running, and anything outdoors.
↱Intelligent, able to think quickly on his toes.
↱Has superb memory, and many say it is photographic.
↱He has a great use of vocabulary and takes many lessons from literature.
Weaknesses
↳Needles-he has a terrible fear.
↳Nathan cannot stand drugs, and the sight of them sends him into a rage.
“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”
― T.S. Eliot
Part Two⊹⊱History⊰⊹
From Birth to Present Day
Nathan Benjamin Callaghan was born and raised in Northern Ireland, and was the eldest of 6 children. Nathan, nor any of his siblings, had a good childhood, and never really experienced a good familial "home"-they never experienced smiles around a home-cooked meal, or monopoly on Saturday nights. But rather, these sad six were often plagued with the smell of drugs, and slaps across the face-sometimes even a good bruising would occur. Nathan often got the blunt of the abuse, and could never bring himself to tell the authorities of his parents, even today. Nathan felt it was his sworn duty to protect them, and he couldn't risk letting them all end up separated in Foster Care. So Nathan endured the verbal insults, and the physical abuse, covering his scars and bruises with turtle-necks and long jeans. By the time Nathan was old enough to get a job, he began working where work could be found. Besides providing for his crack-addict mother-dad had left years before-and siblings, he found a haven in books. He would spend the majority of his off days at the library, finding solace in the words, living between the pages. It was lovely. Until it was shattered. It was a Saturday in June, and the sky was a ghastly color-nearly black with all the rain clouds. Nathan was working overtime and didn't get home until nearly 8 that evening. He regretted being alive that day. His living room was a blood-bath, and small little body was too motionless in one of the corners. Annie was only 6, and she had a fiery will. But that's the difference between has and had. Annie was dead-murdered by his mother who had been hallucinating too badly to realize it was her own daughter. Nathan called the police that night, and that was the night they were all separated. Nathan and all his siblings were sent to Foster Care, but none of them were adopted together. Nathan never did leave the Foster Care Center, not until the day he turned 18. He packed up his lonely suitcase, barely half-full, and left Ireland, for remote little Crooked Creek. He made a life for himself, and while he tries to hide his depression over that day, it often gets to him. Nathan now works at the bookstore in Cooked Creek, surround by the things that help him through the toughest times.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
― Charles William Eliot
⊹⊱Place of Residence⊰⊹
Nathan lives in a shabby apartment that is full of his beloved books. It is scarcely furnished, but it will always be the greatest home to him.
⊹⊱Familial Relations⊰⊹
♛Mother»Laura Callaghan»He believes her to be nearly 60
He has so many siblings-probably more now-but he tries not to dwell on them.
“Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert
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"No one likes the idea of, Death or, Dying itself but we die slowly every single day. A part of us dies slowly. And we can not figure why. For one we are human and not a perfect being. Another is just a nun solved mystery."
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▶Full Name◀ ⇋Amelia Cassandra Zandera Cater⇋
▶Nick Name(s)◀ ⇋Cass, Zane, Zan⇋
Will work on it later. I just had to get some part up and is ending of study hall as is.
OMFG I'M IN YOUR CREDITS?!?!
hoooooooooooooooww!?!??!
hoooooooooooooooww!?!??!
Because you're amazing and I love you XD And we're in this together so I figured, why not?
║ Aɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴀɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙʏ Jᴇɴɴʏ ║▮ Nᴀᴍᴇ ▮
║ Rᴜʟᴇs: (view spoiler) ║ Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: (view spoiler) ║ Usᴇs: (view spoiler) ║
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«ɪ ωᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ, ωᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ωᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴀɪɴ.»«ᴀʟʟ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs.»
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«Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Jacob Alexander Carson
«Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Jake; Carson
«Eᴛʏᴍᴏʟᴏɢʏ: J(ᴀ)-ᴄᴏʙ║A-ʟᴇxᴀ-ɴᴅᴇʀ║C(ᴀ)-ʀsᴏɴ
(view spoiler)
▮ Lɪғᴇ Sᴘᴀɴ ▮
«Aɢᴇ: Eighteen ᒥ 18 ᒧ
«Dᴀᴛᴇ Of Bɪʀᴛʜ: July 13th
«Tɪᴍᴇ/Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Of Bɪʀᴛʜ: 2:56 A.M. ➟ Crooked Creek, England
«Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ: Cancer ᒥ ♋ ᒧ
(view spoiler)
▮ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ▮
«Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ᒥ Not open to requests ᒧ
«Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
▮ Hᴏᴍᴇ ▮
«Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Currently living in the residence of his best friend, Tobias, due to some serious domestic difficulties. It’s not likely that Jake will ever go back to living with his real parents as he doesn’t like to acknowledge them as such any longer. Yes, they were there for him when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he owes them anything now. Besides, he likes Tobias’ family better, even if they do hold different beliefs than he does.
«Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: As of now, Jake currently holds a steady job at Bill’s Grills, a local hamburger restaurant in town. However, due to his slight slacking, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they’re planning to let him go. Jake himself even sees it coming though he doesn’t really see the need to put forth that much effort. With all the school work he’s been doing recently, he just doesn’t have the time and patience to worry about work all too much.
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〈 Yᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ωᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ. 〉〈 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ωᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ. 〉▮ Cᴏᴜɴᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ▮
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↳ Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Sam Way
↳ Jake’s countenance is one of uniqueness. While he is considered to be somewhat of a handsome lad, Jake just sees himself as a person. He doesn’t consider his dark brown hair desirable or his deep green eyes to be anything of interest. Rather, he just thinks of himself as another being stuck on this planet and wrought with the difficulty the world has bestowed upon him. There’s no explanation for his looks and there’s no reason he’s here. He just is. Nothing to him has a deeper meaning for he’s been through too much hardship to see much good in anything. This is obvious by the way he holds himself: confident but obviously a little dark.
▸ Pʜʏsɪϙᴜᴇ: (view spoiler)▸ Aʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ
▸ Hᴀɪʀ: Dark Brown
▸ Eʏᴇs: Deep green
▸ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’11”
▸ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 163 lbs.
▸ Dɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴs: Muscular; Built.
▸ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ: A+
▸ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋs: Various scratches from sports.
▸ Sᴛʏʟᴇ: (view spoiler)
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▮ Dɪsᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ▮
↳ Perhaps the trait that describes Jake the most is arrogant. He believes himself superior to most all people, never letting anyone see the faults he harbors. In many ways, he keeps the problems he has to himself. The only people that will ever see his insecurities is either those that are incredibly close to him or the ones that have his utmost trust. Without those to qualities, a being will never see the way he’s slowly succumbing to the demons he hides. However, there is a quality to his arrogance that Jake does not have. For one, he doesn’t really see himself above everyone else in a completely noticeable way. He doesn’t openly flaunt himself or even tell others that he is the best at something. Rather, he just holds onto these beliefs in small ways. For example, he’ll never say how good of a lacrosse player he is. However, he will die trying to prove it on the field. It’s obvious from the moment someone meets him just how closed minded he is that most people don’t try to change him. But that doesn’t mean it’s not possible.
▸ Lᴏʏᴀʟ
↳ In many ways, Jake is loyal to the core. Though he tends not to get extremely close to people, he will always stand up for his friends just like he stands up for his own beliefs. If he cares enough, he’ll never let someone go without a helping hand. This, however, is the exact opposite for the people that he doesn’t know. He’s one of those people that tend not to care if someone he doesn’t know is going through a rough time. So what if that person over there needs a share of his money to grab a taxi cab? Not his friend, not his problem. This can be taken in many ways: either it’s a simple, expected result, or it’s a stupid, selfish one. A lot of the time, people take it as the second. But this is simply just the way Jake is and no one is going to change him -- for the time being.
▸ Hᴏɴᴇsᴛ
↳ As one would expect of him with his ‘Tell it as it is’ persona, Jake is a very honest person. He doesn’t tend to lie to people, even when it’s in his best interests. If he believes in something, he will tell anyone straight up that they are wrong. There’s no way he’ll beat around the bush or sugarcoat things; what he says is what he thinks regardless of the situation. If he doesn’t like something another person is doing, Jake will tell them. He’ll come right out and tell that other person that he thinks they’re an idiot. The reason for this is simply because he doesn’t care what other people think about him. He’d rather be a smart, rude bastard than a stupid, nice loser.
▸ Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ
↳ Though most people wouldn’t expect it, Jake is a very intelligent young man. He takes pride in being smart, loving the idea that he can take on anyone in a game of wits and come out victorious. However, this mostly just accounts for his ability to be smart outside of school. While he’s good at analyzing other people and taking the most out of situations, he’s not the best when it comes to booksmarts. On the contrary, he’s more suited to street smarts. While he can be very well with his intuition, he’s not very skilled in the art of test taking or even absorbing the things he learns in school. To him, that stuff doesn’t matter much. However, knowing how to get around the city? That’s what’s important to him.
▸ Iʟʟ-Tᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ
↳ Jake isn’t the nicest person around. Some may blame this on his honesty or his need to feel like he’s superior to everyone around him and, though it may not always be obvious, they’re right in these assumptions. Due to his past, Jake has become a different person than who he was when he was younger. He no longer feels the need to get excited over every little thing and he doesn’t like to set himself up for failure. He only enters into things that he’s certain of. Because of this, it’s not often that Jake will form friendships, causing him to come off as a cold or standoffish to other people. He doesn’t interact with everyone and when he does, it’s not pleasant conversation. Truly, he just doesn't’ know how to handle the people around him.
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↳ ║Continued From Above║↳ In the beginning, Jacob Alexander Carson’s life was simple. He lived a happy life, his days a stark contrast to the blur they are now. He had friends and loved the life he lived as most kids did. He played lacrosse and football, doing all the little things that boy do when they’re young. But then, just as all good things do, his happiness came to an end.
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▹ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, "ᴏʜ, ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ? ɪᴛ ωᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ sɪᴄᴋ,"
▹ "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ωᴇᴇᴋs. вυт ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴀᴅ ɴow, ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ,"
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▮ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ▮
It was in the spring of Jake’s fourth year in middle school that the complications first began. It had seemed a day like any other when his little sister’s death occurred. On the unfaithful day, Jake had been walking with her on the way back from school, a smile on her face. She’d been twirling around, blabbering on about how great her first day as a fifth grader had been as she walked into the road. Jake, being the young boy he was, had hardly been paying attention to what was going on. A car, one no bigger than that of a small truck, came out from nowhere, striking his sister with startling impact. Jake had rushed forward, his eyes scanning his sister’s bloodied face. “Stay with me.” He’d pleaded, watching as the light dimmed in her eyes. By the time they reached the hospital, she was already dead.
The events that had transpired that day wrecked both Jake and his parents. While Jake dealt with it in solitude, keeping himself holed up in his bedroom, his parents exercised their grief in a very different manner. Often times, the two would fight, their hollering heard all the way in the confinements of their only son’s bedroom. He’d cover his ears, trying to block out the sounds only to have them pierce his senses anyways. He couldn’t escape it. At school, things weren’t too bright either. His teachers started to notice the way his grades slipped, the way he no longer took to building himself up. He let himself go, not caring what happened to him. It didn’t matter anyways. And then there were the events with his girlfriend. For the longest time, she had been his anchor, holding him to reality in spite of all that was transpiring at home. But that all changed the moment she turned her back on him.
As it turned out, the girl that Jake had loved so much and even had intimate relations with was pursuing another boy: Tobias Whitewood. She’d been buttering the Catholic boy up, trying to get him to be with her despite the obvious feelings Jake was harboring. It was through these feelings that Jake felt his jealousy spike. Perhaps if it had not been for the recent loss of his sister or the difficulties he was having in the home, he wouldn’t have acted in such a manner as he had, but, regardless, Jake still took the actions to heart. The first chance he got, Jake came after the other boy, fists blazing. Of course, it wasn’t like Jake got very far. He got in the beating he’d hoped for, but getting in trouble for it was unavoidable. Detention was the first place he was sent and, lo and behold, so was Toby.
In detention, as it would turn out, the two boys actually bonded with one another. Jake got over his issues with his new ex girlfriend and things actually seemed to be alright between the Toby and him. They might have even been considered friends at that point. However, what really sealed the bond of friendship was thanks to the events that transpired a few weeks later.
Though things had been bad in Jake’s family before he met Toby, things only got worse after that. In no way were the two events connected -- not at all -- but they did relate to each other eventually. Things first got bad when Jake came home one evening to his mother’s cries. He hadn’t known what to do as she cowered there in the corner, too afraid to face her alcohol induced husband. Rage flooded through Jake at the thought of this as he took his mother’s side, standing up against his father. However, despite all the things he’d been through with his family, it didn’t stop him from getting hit. Yes, his father hit him right then and there, bruising his son beyond recollection. At first, Jake just let it go. He didn’t think it would be the continuous thing it turned out to be. In school, he just told everyone that he got in a fight after school or that he got a little roughed up during practice. Everyone believed him. No one would stop to think that such a resilient boy as he would be going through such things. That just seemed impossible.
As time drew on and months turned into years, it grew harder for the dark haired boy to hide what was transpiring in his home. Bruises turned into cuts and cuts turned into wounds that would take longer to heal. People began to grow suspicious despite all the work Jake had done to cover it up to the point where he couldn’t do it anymore. When he turned seventeen, the only thing he could think to do was go to his best friend, Tobias. Upon arriving at the household, Jake couldn’t help but spill all that had happened. Everything about his sister and his parents was told in that one evening as Toby helped him get back on his feet. His friend told him that it would be okay; that things were going to get better and, being the devout Catholic that he was, Toby also let Jake know that God was watching over him. But Jake didn’t believe that for a minute. If that had been the case, things would be as screwed up as they were now.
But despite the resentment Jake held for his friend’s beliefs, he never stopped coming to him for his help. But each time Jake left, he’d only end up with more wounds the minute he returned home. And so, one day, Jake just decided to leave. He packed his bags and showed up at Toby’s door, hardly knowing what he was doing anymore. It didn’t seem like Toby minded all too much though. He welcomed his friend in with open arms, the two of them sharing the apartment Toby had taken to owning. They split the rent, talked about their future, and shared their secrets. Well, mostly. There’s one secret that Toby has been hiding from Jake that he’s unaware of. What that secret is will be revealed in time. But until then, Jake is happy where he is; a thing that he can’t believe is the truth.
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▪ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ωᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ. ωᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ‘ɴ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ▪
▫ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ 'ɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ɪᴛ's ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ. ▫
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«Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Jake’s short list of friends consists of his fellow players on the lacrosse team and Toby. And Jake isn’t even sure that first one counts. Needless to say, he’s not very good when it comes to making friendships. His impulsive tendencies and over the top coldness tend to put people off, keeping them away from him. It’s not like Jake wasn’t it any other way though. He’s perfectly fine with being alone. Well, for the most part, that is.
▮ Lɪᴋᴇs ▮
↳ Jake hardly likes anything. Well, anything normal, at least. The things that he enjoys are hardly things that most people would tend to like. These include his tendencies to like the absent of people and the thought of being by himself. He doesn’t like to be around people and will try his hardest not to let that happen. That’s why he loves being solitary so much; there’s no one there to bug him. As for the material things he likes, Jake really has a thing for coffee. Many people wouldn’t think him to be all too obsessed with the substance, but he can’t help but love it to the ends of the earth. If someone were to offer him a hot mug of coffee, he’d be pudding in their hands.
▮ Dɪsɪᴋᴇs ▮
↳ Contrary to the things he likes, Jake has many things that he tends to dislike. Some of these are quite obvious upon meeting him. For one, he doesn’t tolerate those that annoy him. Anyone who oversteps his boundaries can be promised either a nice blow to the face or a good verbal lashing. He doesn’t let anyone get away with such things. Another thing that drives him completely insane is people’s tendencies to make fun of him. Because of the known death of his little sister, Jake isn’t one to completely avoid the idea of verbal abuse much like he couldn’t avoid the physical either. Those that even think of making fun of him can expect more severe consequences in contrast to those that annoy him. That’s saying something.
«Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs: Jake’s hobbies consist of things such as sleeping, watching television, or playing lacrosse. This last one is very important to him as he takes utmost pride in his skill on the field. Perhaps it’s not the most desirable sport ever -- football probably would have gotten him further scholarship wise -- but Jake couldn’t care less. With a lacrosse stick in his hands, he feels invincible. Another of his habits, one not as likely as one would think, would have to be his obsessive video gaming. Jake is an avid gamer. He tends to keep this hidden to himself, not really telling anyone just how obsessed he is, but he’s definitely addicted. There have been numerous occasions when he’s stayed up to the late hours of the night trying to defeat a difficult boss. And you know what? He’s succeeded each and every time.
«Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs: For his talents, Jake is very much skilled in most things physical. With his naturally fit body, things that are physically strenuous have always come easy to him. He’s never struggled with his build and doesn’t suffer because of this. He’s excellent at most sports and tends to use his strength to his advantage. No one can get past him when he doesn’t want them to.
▮ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ▮
«Exᴛʀᴀ(s): Don’t mess with him. With all his combined strengths and weaknesses, Jake’s disposition is a recipe for disaster. His friendship with either make or break you; bless or damn you. Don’t take his threats lightly for he will not hesitate to make them a reality. In many ways, Jake is not one you want to screw with. For your own safety, it’s best to watch yourself because if he doesn’t like you, he won’t have your back.
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McKenna wrote: "Approved. :3"Thank youuuuuuuuu! :D
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
║ Aɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴀɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙʏ Jᴇɴɴʏ ║▮ Nᴀᴍᴇ ▮
║ Rᴜʟᴇs: (view spoiler) ║ Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: (view spoiler) ║ Usᴇs: (view spoiler) ║
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«Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tobias Joseph Mlachy Whitewood
«Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Toby
«Eᴛʏᴍᴏʟᴏɢʏ: Tᴏᴇ║ʙᴇᴇ║ᴜs
▮ Lɪғᴇ Sᴘᴀɴ ▮
«Aɢᴇ: Eighteen ᒥ 18 ᒧ
«Dᴀᴛᴇ Of Bɪʀᴛʜ: December 13th
«Tɪᴍᴇ/Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Of Bɪʀᴛʜ: 2:56 A.M. ➟ Crooked Creek, England
«Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ: Capricorn ᒥ ♑ ᒧ
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▮ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ▮
«Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ᒥ Not open to requests ᒧ
«Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
▮ Hᴏᴍᴇ ▮
«Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: As of now, Toby's recently gotten himself an apartment in this small town in order to get away from the hustling and bustling of what his life is to become in a matter of a few moments. Of course, he's brought his best friend, Jake, along with him and the two are currently splitting the rent, meaning that the income is decent for two young men their age. It's a two bedroom apartment and is of a decent size, if Toby does say so himself; it's quite cozy, in other words. And he likes it like that.
«Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
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〈 Iғ ɪᴛ's ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, 〉▮ Cᴏᴜɴᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ▮〈 I'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. 〉
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↳ Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Arthur Sales
↳ Toby's never been the kind to spend an abundance of time fixing his appearance every morning. On the contrary, he's very much so a get out of the shower and towel dry your hair to whatever it feels like kind of guy. Although on special occasions, like attending church on Sundays and other related events, he'll take the time to tame his mane and dress nicely. Now, Tobias is quite good when it comes to confidence; he's never suffered an identity crisis when it came to insecurities regarding his physical appearance. Quite honestly, he's content with the way his reflection greets him every morning and he intends to keep his positive outlook on himself for many years to come.
▸ Pʜʏsɪϙᴜᴇ: (view spoiler)
▸ Hᴀɪʀ: Dark Brown
▸ Eʏᴇs: Dark Blue
▸ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’10”
▸ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 165 lbs.
▸ Dɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴs: Muscular; Built.
▸ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ: B-
▸ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋs: --
▸ Sᴛʏʟᴇ: (view spoiler)
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▮ Dɪsᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ▮▸ Cᴀʟᴍ
↳ It's not often one would see Toby acting frantically faced with a sticky situation. On the contrary, one would be much more likely to perceive him as the man whom contemplates the easiest yet most efficient way out of the event. So to speak, Toby's words tend to be much more thought out as opposed to impulsive replies he finds only causes more damage than good. Moreover, he really is a passive guy, completely terrified of confrontation with the threat of physical power needed. Hence, the reason he chooses to pick his words rather than speak exactly what is on his mind. Not only that but Tobias has learned to remain collected for the sake of others; he knows everyone needs a rock in their life and he plans on helping as many people as he can before his hourglass runs empty.
▸ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ
↳ Despite his seemingly calm and collected persona he likes to make people believe he has, Tobias really is a frightened little boy; especially during these past five months. When he finds himself alone, Toby prays. He prays that someone bless him with the power of life. He prays that one day, some day, he'll go visit the doctor and the news will show positive signs -- any positive messages that would give him hope. In an almost childish manner, Toby is and always has been afraid of the dark, even more so awful thunder storms. Being a composition of testosterone, it is in his gender's duty to not let anyone show these weaknesses and to some extent, he wants to fulfill those criterias simply to not become the center of everyone's pleasantries -- yet another fear of his.
▸ Dᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ
↳ Meet him for the first time, you wouldn't notice. Nor with the second or third but upon the fourth encounter, you should start seeing the signs. The signs that Toby won't do anything on his own will; he's always got to have someone give him a little push in order for him to do what he pleases. For example, Toby wanted to learn how to play guitar but never had the guts to go and do it himself, so when his mother found out, she told him that it was okay for him to pursue his desire and that she'd help him along with the fees. Ever since then, Tobias' finger know their way around a guitar, front and back. All in all, Toby depends on the contact and support of others in order for him to make big decisions; he's afraid of stepping out there and look around, only to spot no one in sight to take his hand if he needs it.
▸ Rᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ
↳ Having been raised to be the perfect little Catholic boy, it was the golden rule to be as respectful as the nuns themselves. He never uttered a foul word in an adult's presence, even less so around the kids he grew up around seeing as they seemed more intimidating than the grownups at the time. He's quite the ladie's man in the sense that he'll open doors for them, offer to hold their shopping bags as they satiate their spending impulses and all those thing in general. Foul words are not in his vocabulary and it isn't uncommon to see him cringe when he hears the word being uttered within earshot. So, really, the church and his parents did well and have raised a respectful young man that does no harm whatsoever to society.
▸ Oᴘᴇɴ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ
↳ Despite being convinced that God is watching over the entire population, Toby still manages to keep an open mind to those who don't necessarily believe in the same things he does. Of course, he'll always be in favour of his own beliefs and might think that you are wrong when it comes to your morals, but Toby is good at keeping those things for himself. The only thing that does rub him the wrong way is when others try to tell him why he's wrong. Once someone's crossed this invisible, yet quite prominent line, it is then that Tobias allows himself to bring out the big guns, or in his case, the big Bibles and proceed to tell you how believing in God has nothing but merits and a long term contract for the road of happiness. Aside from that, he's well able to accept the thoughts of others and input his own so long as the other respects his in return.
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↳ ║Continued From Above║
'Twas around the age of eight that Tobias encountered his first asthma attack. He was rushed to the hospital and there they treated him back to health. After that, things only kept growing worse. He'd wake up in the middle of the night with raging fevers, fainting grew much too common and his overall immune system seemed to be much weaker than the norm. A few blood tests indicated that Toby wasn't eating enough iron or supplements to boost his immunity to common diseases. From then on, Tobias was put on a strict diet in order to keep his body healthy and his skin glowing. Only, he did have to start taking medications from that age, all the way until now.
It never stopped him from being happy.
One, two, skip a few and Toby's life was still going strong. He excelled in his classes but physical education and had even found himself a girl he knew fancied him and him, her. Of course, he was well aware that she belonged to someone else but in his heart, he was convinced that their love was true and one day, she would leave him only fall into his own arms where they'd live happy years with one another. She was even a Catholic like himself! And so, as their bond grew closer, it came as a wild surprise when he was suddenly assaulted by no other than Jake himself. In the heat of the moment, Toby had fought back for the love he thought he felt toward the brunette. He still regrets having thrown those punches to this day, but he's learned to live with the guilt of having broken his morals.
Nevertheless, friendship bloomed in a room Toby had once been terrified of encountering; detention. The two began to speak and just like that, they became good friends, able to put their past behind them. So to speak, once Toby had learned that all of the words spoken from the girl had been a fluke, he built himself a bridge and walked over it, leaving the girl as the troll beneath the bridge.
The first time he found Jake on his front porch tattered with bruises and broken eyes, Toby had no clue what to do or think. And so, he did what any friend would've done and took him in, treating his wounds with care as he tried to get an explanation as to what had happened exactly. At first, the religious boy had believed Jake's antics about having gotten into fights ; it seemed like the sort of thing that would make plenty of sense for someone who knew him. Though as the weeks strolled by and the occurrences grew more frequent as well as the number of cuts he received, Toby began to doubt the truth in Jacob's words. That's when he began trying to reassure Jake with the word of God. He promised that things would get better, that he'd pray for the boy and that maybe he should begin to send a prayer out as well. Though he never uttered a word about his suspicions, he made sure to always mention Jake when night came along and he discussed the events of his days with the comforting silence of his room.
Between then and the confession, Toby had a certain incident. First, came the symptoms. The pain in the left side of his abdomen began to grow much more painful than usual. Random bruises were spotted on his body and it was then he urged his parents to take him to the doctors. A few weeks later, it was found that Tobias Whitewood had officially been diagnosed with leukemia. The news took a toll on the entire family and for a few weeks, Toby didn't attend class. He spent his days in his room, praying and reading the Bible in the hopes of finding some sort of escape. But of course, all this had done was make him realize that by doing this, he wasn't helping his case. That the doctor claimed the medicine was doing its thing and that it responded quite nicely to the leukemia, meaning it wasn't spreading like wildfire in his body. And so, he resumed classes and played along as if he had simply been victim of a nasty cold.
He moved out when he could, having convinced his parents that it was for the best and wanted to make the rest of his life as normal as possible. After having received the blessing, he found himself a small apartment where he continued aiding Jake when he showed up. Until one day, Jake divulged everything. The death of his little sister which Tobias had not known even existed, the parental abuse at home and everything in between. Of course, after having heard this, he welcomed his best and, quite frankly, only true friend and the two soon began sharing the apartment.
About two months ago, Tobias has been announced the terrifying news that the leukemia has stopped responding to treatment and the doctors have given him an estimated two other months left to live. He hasn't told Jake yet and dreads the day where he'll have to but until then, he's been acting the same as everyday. Perfectly normal.
«Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Jake and a few other people he's come to grow acquainted with. Not that it takes him quite awhile to form bonds with others, he simply chooses those he wishes to allow inside his social network. Whilst he does and will speak to anyone whom speaks to him, it doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys having you as company.
▮ Lɪᴋᴇs ▮
▸ God
▸ Fruits and vegetables
▸ Making others happy
▮ Dɪsɪᴋᴇs ▮
▸ Electronics
▸ Fighting/Arguing
▸ Others who try to defy his beliefs
«Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs: In general, Tobias enjoys anything that's got to do with the outdoors and doesn't require much physical needs. So, in other words, he adores taking long walks, be it by himself or with a friend, but never more than two. He's grown quite fond of card games and being of use by volunteering at soup kitchens or some sort of animal shelter. All this to say, Toby enjoys helping others, easily making it a hobby he favours over others. He's got a big heart and wishes to let others know this.
«Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs: If Tobias had to pick one good thing he's good at, it would have to be the guitar. He's never been much of a bragger but he knows that his fingers were born to play that specific string instrument. Moreover, he's quite a talented public speaker. When he wants, he can have a strong voice and due to his thought out vocabulary, he's easily persuasive and I mean this in a good way, of course.
▮ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ▮
«Exᴛʀᴀ(s): Stan - (view spoiler)
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▹ Tʜɪs ᴅᴀʏ's ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɪᴛʜ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
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▮ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ▮↳ From the very beginning, Tobias Whitewood was surrounded by nothing but religious figures and strict discipline. From the moment where he could speak, Toby was reciting prayers with his parents, he joined hands at the table in order to thank the Lord for having a roof over their head and a hearty meal to replenish their soul. Though it is to mention that a little sister was brought along when the boy was merely two years old. Funny thing was, she had blonde hair, like his mother as opposed of brown hair like her father. Nonetheless, Toby took great pride in having been entitled the big brother role and did as much as he could to keep his little sister happy. When kindergarten came along, meaning when he was but four years old, it was then that little Mabel had mysteriously disappeared. Upon questioning his parents, he was only told that having one of those in their household would bring but bad luck and so they put her with people would knew how to take good care of her. They assured him that she was safe and happy and quite frankly, at that age, that's all Toby needed to know.
'Twas around the age of eight that Tobias encountered his first asthma attack. He was rushed to the hospital and there they treated him back to health. After that, things only kept growing worse. He'd wake up in the middle of the night with raging fevers, fainting grew much too common and his overall immune system seemed to be much weaker than the norm. A few blood tests indicated that Toby wasn't eating enough iron or supplements to boost his immunity to common diseases. From then on, Tobias was put on a strict diet in order to keep his body healthy and his skin glowing. Only, he did have to start taking medications from that age, all the way until now.
It never stopped him from being happy.
One, two, skip a few and Toby's life was still going strong. He excelled in his classes but physical education and had even found himself a girl he knew fancied him and him, her. Of course, he was well aware that she belonged to someone else but in his heart, he was convinced that their love was true and one day, she would leave him only fall into his own arms where they'd live happy years with one another. She was even a Catholic like himself! And so, as their bond grew closer, it came as a wild surprise when he was suddenly assaulted by no other than Jake himself. In the heat of the moment, Toby had fought back for the love he thought he felt toward the brunette. He still regrets having thrown those punches to this day, but he's learned to live with the guilt of having broken his morals.
Nevertheless, friendship bloomed in a room Toby had once been terrified of encountering; detention. The two began to speak and just like that, they became good friends, able to put their past behind them. So to speak, once Toby had learned that all of the words spoken from the girl had been a fluke, he built himself a bridge and walked over it, leaving the girl as the troll beneath the bridge.
The first time he found Jake on his front porch tattered with bruises and broken eyes, Toby had no clue what to do or think. And so, he did what any friend would've done and took him in, treating his wounds with care as he tried to get an explanation as to what had happened exactly. At first, the religious boy had believed Jake's antics about having gotten into fights ; it seemed like the sort of thing that would make plenty of sense for someone who knew him. Though as the weeks strolled by and the occurrences grew more frequent as well as the number of cuts he received, Toby began to doubt the truth in Jacob's words. That's when he began trying to reassure Jake with the word of God. He promised that things would get better, that he'd pray for the boy and that maybe he should begin to send a prayer out as well. Though he never uttered a word about his suspicions, he made sure to always mention Jake when night came along and he discussed the events of his days with the comforting silence of his room.
Between then and the confession, Toby had a certain incident. First, came the symptoms. The pain in the left side of his abdomen began to grow much more painful than usual. Random bruises were spotted on his body and it was then he urged his parents to take him to the doctors. A few weeks later, it was found that Tobias Whitewood had officially been diagnosed with leukemia. The news took a toll on the entire family and for a few weeks, Toby didn't attend class. He spent his days in his room, praying and reading the Bible in the hopes of finding some sort of escape. But of course, all this had done was make him realize that by doing this, he wasn't helping his case. That the doctor claimed the medicine was doing its thing and that it responded quite nicely to the leukemia, meaning it wasn't spreading like wildfire in his body. And so, he resumed classes and played along as if he had simply been victim of a nasty cold.
He moved out when he could, having convinced his parents that it was for the best and wanted to make the rest of his life as normal as possible. After having received the blessing, he found himself a small apartment where he continued aiding Jake when he showed up. Until one day, Jake divulged everything. The death of his little sister which Tobias had not known even existed, the parental abuse at home and everything in between. Of course, after having heard this, he welcomed his best and, quite frankly, only true friend and the two soon began sharing the apartment.
About two months ago, Tobias has been announced the terrifying news that the leukemia has stopped responding to treatment and the doctors have given him an estimated two other months left to live. He hasn't told Jake yet and dreads the day where he'll have to but until then, he's been acting the same as everyday. Perfectly normal.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬«Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Christian and Sylvie Whitewood are both loving parents and have always been supportive of whatever Tobias said or wished to do. Although they were quite strict when it came to curfew and all things religious and had resorted to a few spankings in order to teach him the lesson, he still loves them to the moon and back. Albeit nowadays, more like the past year, he's grown a little hostile toward them for a reason no one truly knows for he hasn't told anyone. Jake has also become like a brother to him, so he considers his friend family.
▹ Aɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴜɴ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ
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«Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Jake and a few other people he's come to grow acquainted with. Not that it takes him quite awhile to form bonds with others, he simply chooses those he wishes to allow inside his social network. Whilst he does and will speak to anyone whom speaks to him, it doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys having you as company.
▮ Lɪᴋᴇs ▮
▸ God
▸ Fruits and vegetables
▸ Making others happy
▮ Dɪsɪᴋᴇs ▮
▸ Electronics
▸ Fighting/Arguing
▸ Others who try to defy his beliefs
«Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs: In general, Tobias enjoys anything that's got to do with the outdoors and doesn't require much physical needs. So, in other words, he adores taking long walks, be it by himself or with a friend, but never more than two. He's grown quite fond of card games and being of use by volunteering at soup kitchens or some sort of animal shelter. All this to say, Toby enjoys helping others, easily making it a hobby he favours over others. He's got a big heart and wishes to let others know this.
«Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs: If Tobias had to pick one good thing he's good at, it would have to be the guitar. He's never been much of a bragger but he knows that his fingers were born to play that specific string instrument. Moreover, he's quite a talented public speaker. When he wants, he can have a strong voice and due to his thought out vocabulary, he's easily persuasive and I mean this in a good way, of course.
▮ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ▮
«Exᴛʀᴀ(s): Stan - (view spoiler)
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HE'S FINISHED IS HE APPROOOVVEDD?
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
↻ Pᴀʀᴛ Oɴᴇ
«This smile you see,
it's as fake as can be.»
【 Isʀᴀᴇʟ 】ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴅᴏs ɴɪᴄᴇ
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░▓░Gender Femme Fatale ⇝ Female
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Derived from the chromosome
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➥ Open to requests
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✯ Jennalyn ✯ Professional Internet Human ✯ wrote: "↳ ║Continued From Above║▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▹ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, "ᴏʜ, ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ? ɪᴛ ωᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ sɪᴄᴋ,"
▹ "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ωᴇᴇᴋs. вυт ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴀᴅ ɴow, ɪ ʀ..."
Hey! Do you think Verity and him could date 'o' take a look at her profile, it's alright if you say no :)
I'm sorry that it took so long. All characters are approved
Name: Spencer Jill Hastings
Nickname(s): Spence
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: Rosewood, Colorado
Date of Birth: 11th April
Appearance:
Spencer Hastings has a very slim face complimented with high cheekbones, thin lips, and dark almond shaped eyes. She has a peach and cream complexion and long medium brown hair usually worn down in waves. Spencer has a very slim and athletic figure from playing field hockey, tennis and other sports that keep her image and figure perfectly in tact. She has long legs, arms, and fingers. All work well with her many hobbies. Field hockey, running, violin, and piano. She is medium height, 5'7" and very happy that she doesn't have to look up at many people.
Style: (view spoiler)
Spencer's style has a sort of vintage-y feel to it. She loves wearing button-up blouses and floral skirts most of all. She will usually wear flats, but if she's not, some nice sneakers will work as well. She loves sweaters and skinny jeans, they are her second favourite outfit. Spencer's outfits and generally nice and sort of formal.
Personality: If you were to describe Spencer Hastings, you would probably say that she is extremely intelligent, overachieving, and extremely wealthy. She constantly balances many jobs, such as internships, charity work, being part of the field hockey team and after-school clubs. She is confident, calculating, and would stand up to anyone when no one else could, showing her determination and courage. Family life can be very difficult for Spencer; her parents are often too busy to be with her and she often doesn't get along with her older sister, Clair. Having an intellectual sister and demanding parents, Spencer doesn't want anything less than perfect. She is very protective of her friends, and can come off as being bossy at times, but only because she wants to protect them.
History: Spencer's history is fairly normal. She was born on the 11th of April to her mother [obviously] in a small town called Rosewood in Colorado. She does and always has gotten good grades in school. She was part of the choir, orchestra, band, safety patrol, and student council while she was in Elementary school. She had gotten many awards for being at school everyday and getting good grades. In Middle School she signed up for drama, choir, orchestra, band, dance, and student council. She joined many clubs and groups that she hoped would look good on her scholarship. She had gotten straight A's on her report card and had gotten countless more awards. Then in High School it was exactly the same. Spencer joined more groups and more. Her dream college has always been Yale. She hopes to become either an English professor at college, a lawyer, or a nurse.
Family:
{Father} William John Hastings
{Mother} Charlotte Jane Grace Hastings
{Sister} Clair Jane Hastings
{Half Brother} John William Hastings Jackson
Likes:
-Field Hockey
-Academics
-Lacrosse
-Decathalon Team
-Running
-Piano
-Violin
-Babysitting
-Reading
-Writing
-English
-Art
Dislikes:
-Secrets
-Rumors
-Gossip
-Getting a bad grade
-Being tired
-Aches
-Lying
-Racism
-Sarcasm
Hobbies:
-Running
-Piano
-Violin
-Field Hockey
-Lacrosse
-Academics
-Reading
-Writing
-Art
Talents:
-Intelligence
-Determination
-Piano
-Violin
-Field Hockey
-Lacrosse
-Academics
-Writing
-Art
Relationship: Spencer has noticed Toby Cavanaugh around and she finds him slightly attractive.
Home: (view spoiler)
Occupation: Student Intern for the Mayor, works part time at the bookshop.
Other: Currently in Student Council and the Decathalon Team. She is almost finished with her last year of High School. Spencer can speak English, Spanish, and French fluently.
Nickname(s): Spence
Age: Eighteen [18]
City of Birth: Rosewood, Colorado
Date of Birth: 11th April
Appearance:
Spencer Hastings has a very slim face complimented with high cheekbones, thin lips, and dark almond shaped eyes. She has a peach and cream complexion and long medium brown hair usually worn down in waves. Spencer has a very slim and athletic figure from playing field hockey, tennis and other sports that keep her image and figure perfectly in tact. She has long legs, arms, and fingers. All work well with her many hobbies. Field hockey, running, violin, and piano. She is medium height, 5'7" and very happy that she doesn't have to look up at many people.
Style: (view spoiler)
Spencer's style has a sort of vintage-y feel to it. She loves wearing button-up blouses and floral skirts most of all. She will usually wear flats, but if she's not, some nice sneakers will work as well. She loves sweaters and skinny jeans, they are her second favourite outfit. Spencer's outfits and generally nice and sort of formal.
Personality: If you were to describe Spencer Hastings, you would probably say that she is extremely intelligent, overachieving, and extremely wealthy. She constantly balances many jobs, such as internships, charity work, being part of the field hockey team and after-school clubs. She is confident, calculating, and would stand up to anyone when no one else could, showing her determination and courage. Family life can be very difficult for Spencer; her parents are often too busy to be with her and she often doesn't get along with her older sister, Clair. Having an intellectual sister and demanding parents, Spencer doesn't want anything less than perfect. She is very protective of her friends, and can come off as being bossy at times, but only because she wants to protect them.
History: Spencer's history is fairly normal. She was born on the 11th of April to her mother [obviously] in a small town called Rosewood in Colorado. She does and always has gotten good grades in school. She was part of the choir, orchestra, band, safety patrol, and student council while she was in Elementary school. She had gotten many awards for being at school everyday and getting good grades. In Middle School she signed up for drama, choir, orchestra, band, dance, and student council. She joined many clubs and groups that she hoped would look good on her scholarship. She had gotten straight A's on her report card and had gotten countless more awards. Then in High School it was exactly the same. Spencer joined more groups and more. Her dream college has always been Yale. She hopes to become either an English professor at college, a lawyer, or a nurse.
Family:
{Father} William John Hastings
{Mother} Charlotte Jane Grace Hastings
{Sister} Clair Jane Hastings
{Half Brother} John William Hastings Jackson
Likes:
-Field Hockey
-Academics
-Lacrosse
-Decathalon Team
-Running
-Piano
-Violin
-Babysitting
-Reading
-Writing
-English
-Art
Dislikes:
-Secrets
-Rumors
-Gossip
-Getting a bad grade
-Being tired
-Aches
-Lying
-Racism
-Sarcasm
Hobbies:
-Running
-Piano
-Violin
-Field Hockey
-Lacrosse
-Academics
-Reading
-Writing
-Art
Talents:
-Intelligence
-Determination
-Piano
-Violin
-Field Hockey
-Lacrosse
-Academics
-Writing
-Art
Relationship: Spencer has noticed Toby Cavanaugh around and she finds him slightly attractive.
Home: (view spoiler)
Occupation: Student Intern for the Mayor, works part time at the bookshop.
Other: Currently in Student Council and the Decathalon Team. She is almost finished with her last year of High School. Spencer can speak English, Spanish, and French fluently.
{Name:}
Naomi Maylis Aubrie Meadows
{Nickname(s):} Omi
{Age:} Fifteen [15]
{City of Birth:} Worcester, Norton
{Date of Birth:} 21st December
{Appearance:}
Naomi's hair is her least favourite part about her looks. Her dull, brown hair is always a mess and snarly. It falls down just past her waste in crazy curls that can never be tamed. Her hair is always windswept and frizzy no matter what she does to it. She will often try to put it in a side braid because that is just about as calm as it can get. Hair will still stick out in odd places. Naomi's hair is a dark shade of brown that almost looks black. Her hair is slightly highlighted in dirty blonde streaks that get darker as they go down. Her eyebrows are slightly bushy and thick, but you can hardly tell because her hair is covering them most of the time. Her eyebrows are a shade darker than her hair and arch over her eyes almost perfectly. The top is slightly pointed. Her eyes are just as dull as her hair, but they have a unique look to them. Her eyes are a golden brown colour. Flecks of silver, blue, and green decorate the iris which is outlined in forest green. Outlining the pupil is a bright, yellow colour, reminding her of the eyes in the book The Host, just a different colour. Her eyes are large and pretty, outlined with dark lashes. They aren't thick or long, but she doesn't care. Naomi's nose is a bit bigger than she'd please and almost covered in freckles. The tip is balled up and perfect for her odd talent of balancing a spoon on it. Her cheeks are high boned and freckles scatter across them. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but so slightly that you can hardly notice. Her lips are thin and can hardly be called pink. Instead, they are more orange-ish red and very chappy. So chappy that she has to keep chap stick in her pocket wherever she goes, even if she is just at home. Her chin is round and ends her face perfectly. Her face is heart shaped and pretty thin. Her skin is very pale, she almost looks sick because of it. You can imagine how pale her face would be if she actually was ill. Her neck is a bit longer than most necks would be, but just a bit. Her body is very frail looking. It's slim and nicely curved. Her legs are long despite her short height of 5'2". Her fingers are also long, but her fingernails are opposite. She chews on them so often that she never has to cut them. Most people judge her instantly because of this bad habit. Her fingers work well with her love of playing the violin and piano. Her legs work well with her love of running. Naomi is over all very pretty. Her mother calls her appearance flawless but Naomi knows better than to believe her, even though she is quite beautiful.
{Style:} (view spoiler)
Naomi has a love of sweaters. If there is anything that she loves more than pajamas and sweats, it is sweaters. She has to have at least thirty-one sweaters in her closet, exactly enough to go for about a month. Another thing that she loves are sweater-leggings which often go with her sweaters. She will wear this outfit with a pair of boots, a scarf and then she will call it good. If she is not wearing sweater-leggings with her sweaters, then she will be wearing either skinny jeans or jeggings. And if she is not wearing either of those, then she will be wearing a floral skirt. Sweaters and floral skirts are another one of her utter favourite outfits. She finds them adorable, even if they aren't exactly comfortable (she gets self conscious very easily). Sometimes, though very rarely, she will wear a button up blouse with any of these four bottoms. They are never plain though. Usually they will have some sort of pattern on them, and if it is a solid colour, then it would be anything but black, white, or brown. Normally when she is wearing a button up blouse, she will add a sweater over it. Another rare outfit you may see her wearing is a dress with a sweater over it. She does love dresses, but, again, she gets self conscious easily. For shoes, she will wear pretty much anything but flip-flops, sandals, or high heels. Especially high heels. She has never owned a pair and has only tried them out once (she broke her ankle). Most of the time she will wear her black converse. If not those, then she will wear ankle boots. If not those, then regular boots. And if not those, then she will wear a cute pair of flats.
{Personality:} Naomi is utterly opposite of a "normal teenage girl". To begin with, she doesn't own a phone nor a computer. She doesn't even own a television. To summarize, she owns no electronic of any kind. Electronics, in Naomi's opinion, ruined the human race and has killed everyone's brain cells. So, she owns no electronics, no one in her family does. Instead, Naomi reads, writes, paints, and uses her imagination in any way possible. She doesn't ever "mingle with her peers" like her family tells her to. The most "mingling with her peers" that she does is talking to her cats and imaginary friends (which she still has at the age of fifteen). It's not exactly that Naomi is shy (well, it is), she just doesn't exactly like people. She likes persons, but not people. Mingling makes her feel queasy and nervous, but at least she doesn't stutter when she has to talk to someone. She just talks very quietly and doesn't repeat anything that she says even if they ask her to. For this reason, she sticks to herself because she's very introverted and antisocial. Instead of talking to actual, real, solid human beings, she talks to other things. She sometimes even talks to objects like books and lamps. She prefers to talk to her cats, imaginary friends, and stuffed animals. When people catch her talking practically to herself, they instantly get the idea that she is mentally unstable. That is obviously not the case, Naomi simply grew up lonely. She grew up reading books and writing about the characters. Soon she even learned how to create her own worlds in books. As she got more advanced in her creativity and imagination, she even began to paint the worlds in which she printed on paper.
{History:}
{Family:}
{Likes:}
{Dislikes:}
{Hobbies:}
{Talents:}
{Relationship:}
{Home:}
{Occupation:}
{Other:} Under Construction
{Nickname(s):} Omi
{Age:} Fifteen [15]
{City of Birth:} Worcester, Norton
{Date of Birth:} 21st December
{Appearance:}
Naomi's hair is her least favourite part about her looks. Her dull, brown hair is always a mess and snarly. It falls down just past her waste in crazy curls that can never be tamed. Her hair is always windswept and frizzy no matter what she does to it. She will often try to put it in a side braid because that is just about as calm as it can get. Hair will still stick out in odd places. Naomi's hair is a dark shade of brown that almost looks black. Her hair is slightly highlighted in dirty blonde streaks that get darker as they go down. Her eyebrows are slightly bushy and thick, but you can hardly tell because her hair is covering them most of the time. Her eyebrows are a shade darker than her hair and arch over her eyes almost perfectly. The top is slightly pointed. Her eyes are just as dull as her hair, but they have a unique look to them. Her eyes are a golden brown colour. Flecks of silver, blue, and green decorate the iris which is outlined in forest green. Outlining the pupil is a bright, yellow colour, reminding her of the eyes in the book The Host, just a different colour. Her eyes are large and pretty, outlined with dark lashes. They aren't thick or long, but she doesn't care. Naomi's nose is a bit bigger than she'd please and almost covered in freckles. The tip is balled up and perfect for her odd talent of balancing a spoon on it. Her cheeks are high boned and freckles scatter across them. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but so slightly that you can hardly notice. Her lips are thin and can hardly be called pink. Instead, they are more orange-ish red and very chappy. So chappy that she has to keep chap stick in her pocket wherever she goes, even if she is just at home. Her chin is round and ends her face perfectly. Her face is heart shaped and pretty thin. Her skin is very pale, she almost looks sick because of it. You can imagine how pale her face would be if she actually was ill. Her neck is a bit longer than most necks would be, but just a bit. Her body is very frail looking. It's slim and nicely curved. Her legs are long despite her short height of 5'2". Her fingers are also long, but her fingernails are opposite. She chews on them so often that she never has to cut them. Most people judge her instantly because of this bad habit. Her fingers work well with her love of playing the violin and piano. Her legs work well with her love of running. Naomi is over all very pretty. Her mother calls her appearance flawless but Naomi knows better than to believe her, even though she is quite beautiful.
{Style:} (view spoiler)
Naomi has a love of sweaters. If there is anything that she loves more than pajamas and sweats, it is sweaters. She has to have at least thirty-one sweaters in her closet, exactly enough to go for about a month. Another thing that she loves are sweater-leggings which often go with her sweaters. She will wear this outfit with a pair of boots, a scarf and then she will call it good. If she is not wearing sweater-leggings with her sweaters, then she will be wearing either skinny jeans or jeggings. And if she is not wearing either of those, then she will be wearing a floral skirt. Sweaters and floral skirts are another one of her utter favourite outfits. She finds them adorable, even if they aren't exactly comfortable (she gets self conscious very easily). Sometimes, though very rarely, she will wear a button up blouse with any of these four bottoms. They are never plain though. Usually they will have some sort of pattern on them, and if it is a solid colour, then it would be anything but black, white, or brown. Normally when she is wearing a button up blouse, she will add a sweater over it. Another rare outfit you may see her wearing is a dress with a sweater over it. She does love dresses, but, again, she gets self conscious easily. For shoes, she will wear pretty much anything but flip-flops, sandals, or high heels. Especially high heels. She has never owned a pair and has only tried them out once (she broke her ankle). Most of the time she will wear her black converse. If not those, then she will wear ankle boots. If not those, then regular boots. And if not those, then she will wear a cute pair of flats.
{Personality:} Naomi is utterly opposite of a "normal teenage girl". To begin with, she doesn't own a phone nor a computer. She doesn't even own a television. To summarize, she owns no electronic of any kind. Electronics, in Naomi's opinion, ruined the human race and has killed everyone's brain cells. So, she owns no electronics, no one in her family does. Instead, Naomi reads, writes, paints, and uses her imagination in any way possible. She doesn't ever "mingle with her peers" like her family tells her to. The most "mingling with her peers" that she does is talking to her cats and imaginary friends (which she still has at the age of fifteen). It's not exactly that Naomi is shy (well, it is), she just doesn't exactly like people. She likes persons, but not people. Mingling makes her feel queasy and nervous, but at least she doesn't stutter when she has to talk to someone. She just talks very quietly and doesn't repeat anything that she says even if they ask her to. For this reason, she sticks to herself because she's very introverted and antisocial. Instead of talking to actual, real, solid human beings, she talks to other things. She sometimes even talks to objects like books and lamps. She prefers to talk to her cats, imaginary friends, and stuffed animals. When people catch her talking practically to herself, they instantly get the idea that she is mentally unstable. That is obviously not the case, Naomi simply grew up lonely. She grew up reading books and writing about the characters. Soon she even learned how to create her own worlds in books. As she got more advanced in her creativity and imagination, she even began to paint the worlds in which she printed on paper.
{History:}
{Family:}
{Likes:}
{Dislikes:}
{Hobbies:}
{Talents:}
{Relationship:}
{Home:}
{Occupation:}
{Other:} Under Construction
Please read ⇒ (view spoiler)
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
« You say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join me
And the world will be as one »
✦ John Lennon (1971)
Name: Acapella Michaela Behemoth ⇢ Also answers to Ella, Ellie, Behemoth ⇠
Sobriquet: Ella is her preferred name nowadays, but she'll also answer to any derivative of that: for example, Elle, Ellie and Ellia. (Her brother always called her Elvira - partly because Ella is a short form of it, and partly because she has a small, angular, elf-like appearance. She's fond of the nickname, but nobody can call her that apart from Andrew.) She will accept people calling her by her middle name, Michaela, or any derivative of that - like Mike, or Kayla. People who don't particularly like her call her by her surname, Behemoth.
Age: Eighteen years of age ❪ 18, XVIII ❫
Date of Birth: March seventh
Gender: Feminine
Orientation: Heteromantic asexual
« It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world »
✦ Tears for Fears (1985)
s e m b l a n c e ✧ d e t a i l s
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: ᴇʙʙᴀ ᴢɪɴɢᴍᴀʀᴋ
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Ella is a very beautiful young lass - and she's well aware of the fact, too, though she can't say it for fear of being thought self-absorbed. But, really, her appearance is the only thing she isn't insecure about. Ella has long red hair
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
« You say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join me
And the world will be as one »
✦ John Lennon (1971)
Name: Acapella Michaela Behemoth ⇢ Also answers to Ella, Ellie, Behemoth ⇠
Sobriquet: Ella is her preferred name nowadays, but she'll also answer to any derivative of that: for example, Elle, Ellie and Ellia. (Her brother always called her Elvira - partly because Ella is a short form of it, and partly because she has a small, angular, elf-like appearance. She's fond of the nickname, but nobody can call her that apart from Andrew.) She will accept people calling her by her middle name, Michaela, or any derivative of that - like Mike, or Kayla. People who don't particularly like her call her by her surname, Behemoth.
Age: Eighteen years of age ❪ 18, XVIII ❫
Date of Birth: March seventh
Gender: Feminine
Orientation: Heteromantic asexual
« It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world »
✦ Tears for Fears (1985)
s e m b l a n c e ✧ d e t a i l s
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: ᴇʙʙᴀ ᴢɪɴɢᴍᴀʀᴋ
(view spoiler)
Ella is a very beautiful young lass - and she's well aware of the fact, too, though she can't say it for fear of being thought self-absorbed. But, really, her appearance is the only thing she isn't insecure about. Ella has long red hair
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