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☯ ƒ ι η η у ☯, you look so perfect standing there
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↬ /tes/sah/ The name Tessa developed as a pet form of the name Theresa but has become an individually given name in its own right. Theresa, in turn, is a name of uncertain etymology. It is thought to come from the Greek “therizein” meaning ‘to harvest, harvester’. Theresa seems to have been first used in Spain and Portugal. According to tradition, Therasia was the Spanish noblewoman and wife of the 4th century Roman Senator and lawyer, St. Paulinus of Nola. After losing their son, the wealthy couple gave everything to the poor and led a life of religious austerity. It is said that the name Theresa originated from this woman. Teresa of Ávila was a popular Spanish saint in the 16th century Spain and Thérèse of Lisieux in 19th century France. Then of course, there’s the unforgettable Mother Teresa of Calcutta. Theresa became a popular name among Catholics so it spread across many nations and languages.
↬ /em/ma/lee/ Emmalee is a newly invented name that took its inspiration from one of two places. For one, Emmalee is quite obviously the combination of two other names: Emma plus Lee. Secondly, Emmalee could also be considered a new and creative way to render the common female name Emily (since they sound practically identical). Emily comes from the Latin “Aemilia” which was the feminine form of an ancient Roman family name Aemilius; etymologically speaking the name comes from the Latin “aemulus” meaning “rival”. Both Emma and Emily are super-duper popular female names throughout the English-speaking world right now (as well as parts of Europe), so some American parents have slightly altered them in order to differentiate their own baby girls. Emmalee seems to be an American invention although the name is used from time to time in Canada and Australia as well.
↬ /ro/se/ As a Scottish surname, Rose is recorded in Scotland from the early 14th Century onwards; the family of Rose of Kilravock, near the town of Nairn, are believed to be a branch of the ancient de Ross clan. This family came originally from Yorkshire, and held a large amount of land in the northern part of Ayrshire during the 12th Century. The de Ross family were of Norman origin, where the name is locational, from Rots near Caen in Normandy; the place is thought to be named with the Germanic element "rod", clearing.
Close friends call her Tess
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Real Age: 17 years
Date of Birth: October 13
Zodiac Sign: Libra (view spoiler)
Zodiac Animal: The Scales (view spoiler)
Birth Stone(s): Opal (view spoiler)
Birth Flower: Rose (view spoiler)
Place of Birth: Shelbyville, Kentucky
Race: Caucasian
Species: Human
Gender: Feminine
↬Derived from the xx chromosome
Sexuality: Heterosexual
↬Heterosexuality is romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary.
Relationship Status: Single
Year: Junior--11th
Division: Gracemere
Major: Violin
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~{First Name:} Ursula
{Middle Name:} Clarissa
{Last Name:} Hammond
{Nickname:} None
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{Age:} 15
{Gender:} Female
{Birthday:} September 3
{Zodiac:} Virgo
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[Hair:] Ursula has black hair
[Skin:] She has pale white skin
[Height:] She is 5'2" and petite
[Eyes:] She has icy blue eyes
[Clothing:] Ursula prefers to wear dark/black clothing
[Other:]
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{Year:}Sophomore
{Division:} Gracemere
{Major:} Piano
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{Quirks/Habits:} Ursula bites her nails and always double knots her shoelaces.
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{Personality:} Ursula, having no family, is a very cold-hearted person. She doesn't care much about others and doesn't have any friends.
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{Family:} Robert Hammond, father, deceased. Julia Faccio-Hammond, mother, deceased. Bill Hammond, brother, deceased. Charlie Hammond, brother, deceased. Paula Hammond, sister, deceased. Susie Hammond, sister, deceased. David Hammond, uncle, deceased. Martha Ceaser-Hammond, aunt, deceased. Spencer, dog, alive.
{History:} When Ursula's whole family died in a boating accident when she was only ten, she went to live in various orphanages, in hope of being adopted. She never was. So, when she turned fourteen, her Aunt Martha adopted her. Ursula lived with her until she died only a few months later. Before she died, she sent Ursula to Hayward Academy, to live and work. She left Ursula her her loyal dog, Spencer.
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{Other:} She loves Spencer very much because he reminds her of her aunt.
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Brookelyn - This name means water, or stream. People with this name tend to be orderly and dedicated to building their lives on a solid foundation of order and service. They value truth, justice, and discipline, and may be quick-tempered with those who do not. Their practical nature makes them good at managing and saving money, and at building things in the material world. Because of their focus on order and practicality, they may seem overly cautious and conservative at times.
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Whiller - This surname is of Irish descent. The surname first appears in records in the mid 13th century (see below) with John le Whelare being recorded in the Subsidy Rolls of Worcestershire in 1275, whilst the Hundred Rolls of Cambridgeshire in 1279 mentions Hugh le Welere. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to "develop" often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling.
"Our fingers traced in circles around its history...
Age ▼ 17 years
Date of Birth } 6th March, 4:39 AM
Place of Birth } Chicago, Illinois
Heritage ▼ 1/3 Greek | 2/3 English
Ethnicity } Caucasian
Gender ▼ The female sex [xx]
Sexuality ▼ Heterosexual
Relationship Status } Single [Available for requests]
Year ▼ 11th | Junior
Division } Sinclair | The Academically Advanced
Major ▼ Mathematics | Language
↠ Advanced Calculus I|II
↠ French
↠ Latin
↠ Mandarin
Physical Attributes ▼
Hair } A dark golden color with russet weaved throughout the strands. Her mane falls down her back to her waist, a natural wavy texture at the surface.
Eyes } A turquoise green and gold color in the iris, and an intense ring of emerald can be seen wrapped around the pupil.
Weight } 119 lbs
Height } 5'7
Blood Type } AB +
Distinguished Marks } A
[ Full Name ] Alison Sara Everett
[ Age ] 15
[ Date of Birth ] 11th March
[Place of Birth ] Berlin, Germany
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality ] Straight
[ Relationship Status ] Open
[ Year ] Sophomore
[ Division/Major ] Gracemere
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| Hair | Blonde
| Eyes | Green
| Weight | 7 stone
| Height | 5ft1
| Blood Type | A
| Distinguished Markings | None
[ Personality ] ** Optional **
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[ Dislikes ]
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[ Other ]
[ Age ] 15
[ Date of Birth ] 11th March
[Place of Birth ] Berlin, Germany
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality ] Straight
[ Relationship Status ] Open
[ Year ] Sophomore
[ Division/Major ] Gracemere
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| Hair | Blonde
| Eyes | Green
| Weight | 7 stone
| Height | 5ft1
| Blood Type | A
| Distinguished Markings | None
[ Personality ] ** Optional **
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☯ ƒ ι η η у ☯, you look so perfect standing there
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Mei *.* From Say "I love you" ,right?
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I LOVE SAY I LOVE YOU
IT'S PERF
YOUR CHARRIE IS PERF
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Vᴀɴᴇssᴀ Sʜᴀᴇ Hᴀʀᴘᴇʀ
✦Vanessa is of Greek origin translated as 'butterfly', consisting of seven letters and three syllables. It is a moderately common name used for American female for perfect or pretty. It can be defined as painted beauty and red admiral. The name gives the person a clever, deep mind and the talent to excel in the arts. They can be lifted by beauty and are the most creative when inspired.
✦Shae is a unisex name of English and Irish origin, consisting of four letters and one syllable. The meaning is 'admirable', but can also translate to 'hawk like'. The name Shae gives you a clever mind, good judgement, a sense of responsibility, and an appreciation for the smaller things in life.
✦The name Harper is a Scottish family name to have believed to originate from the west coast of Scotland. There are many spelling variations due to repeated translations of the name. They include Harpur, Harpar, Harpur, and others. More times than not, the name is associated with the musical instrument; harp.
❉ Nickname: Vinny
[ Age ] Sixteen {16}
(Date of Birth) March twenty-fifth {25}
(Place of Birth) Fort Lauderdale, FL
[ Gender ] Feminine
(Sexuality) Heterosexual {Straight}
(Relationship Status) Single {Open}
[ Year ] Ten {Sophomore}
(Division) Gracemere Wing
(Major) 3D Art {Sculpting}
[ Appearance ]
| Hair | Long red hair that reaches past her shoulders in loose ringlets
| Eyes | Thin almond shaped eyes, a russet brown encase in thin lashes
| Weight | Taken as anorexic, really just vegetarian eighty two pounds
| Height | Shorter for her age, Vanessa stands approximately five foot one
| Blood Type | Also known as the universal blood type: O-
| Distinguished Markings | As shown in the above pictures, a few tattoos
| Face claim | Hattie Watson
[ Backstory ]
Some are born with talent, some strive for it and others work for it. Vinny would fit into the latter category, being born with next to nothing. Who would have guessed a lazy father and a fragile mother would parent a Hayward accepted artist? Having your father walk out on your family at the age of six, sitting on the windowsill waiting for him to return, didn’t hold a promising future. Every night for the next week before she went to bed she’d ask her mother where daddy went. Every night she got the same answer; a kiss on the forehead and her mothers tears dripping onto Vanessa’s cheeks. The young girl didn’t know what to think. Why was mommy crying, in her mind adults weren’t supposed to cry.
Vanished off the face of the earth leaving nothing behind, no current location, Vanessa’s dad was presumed dead, at least to their family. Her mother was unemployed at the time of the divorce and was still struggling to find a job. It wasn’t long until Grandma Lynn moved in with them after her husband died. The two together were able to make enough money to get by. While the average kid grew up with iPods, phones, computers and TV, Vinny had nothing besides a few dolls and her hands.
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Summer of her sixth grade year was when things flipped. Vanessa’s mother had passed away; cause of death, pulmonary artery disease. Now without a father and mother, the young redhead was to live with her sixty five year old grandmother. Not that she minded, Vinny loved her Grandma Lynn. When would be the point when she would leave Vannessa too? At a young age, the artist grew up. She’d have fun, she’d work hard, and she’d never take anything for granted.
Elementary school was fun, middle school was rough but high school was beyond compare in every angle. Vanessa struggled with some classes, but that wasn’t the issue. The small girl had a personality that went with her fiery red hair and a mouth to match it. She was a good student in all, but was she really worth it? Her peers loved her daring edge, but her teachers resented her for it, thinking it was holding her back. They had hoped that she would outgrow her joking nature and take things more seriously. Its not that she didn’t take things seriously, she knew how to have fun. Most people who did well in her school were too stiff to do something exhilarating every now and again.
[ Likes ]
✔ Art | ✔ Music | ✔ Baseball | ✔ Reading | ✔ Parties | ✔ Traveling
[ Dislikes ]
✖ History | ✖ Jogging | ✖ Soda | ✖ Chocolate | ✖ Rap | ✖ Basketball
[ Strengths ]
☑ Memory | ☑ Patience | ☑ Determined | ☑ Imagination
[ Weaknesses ]
☒ Short attention span | ☒ Censoring | ☒ Oblivious | ☒ Reckless
[ Fatal Flaw ]
╚ Vanessa’s biggest flaw would be her recklessness. She has an inability to listen, she doesn’t like being told what or how to do something, this will often land her into trouble at school and with her other classmates. When someone dares her to do something, you can promise yourself that she will do whatever it is and place a bet on it. She would do anything someone asked, whether it be a dare or a favor. A trait that works to her advantage, but without realizing it, it hurts just as much as it helps ╝
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
‟ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ „‹ ＬＹＳＡＮＤＥＲ ＡＮＤＲＥＷ ＢＬＡＣＫＷＡＴＥＲ ›☱ The meaning of Lysander is "liberator" (also "one who is freed"). A compound name comprising of the elements "lysis" (freedom) and "andros" (man). In Greek history, Lysander was a Spartan naval and military commander in 400 BC. Also the name of a character in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream".
☲ Derived from the Greek andreios (manly). The name is borne by one of the apostles. He was a fisherman, a brother of Simon Peter, a disciple of John the Baptist, and the first disciple of Jesus.
☴ The meaning of Blackwater come may come from a craft, such as the name "Miller" which referred to the profession of working in a mill. Some of these trade-based last names might be a profession in another language.
‹ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇʀᴇ/ᴄᴇʟʟᴏ/sᴇɴɪᴏʀ | ✖ | ᴍᴀʟᴇ | ✖ | 18 ›
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Rome, Italy
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| August Tenth
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♌ ➠ Leo
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Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Confused :: He doesn't know what he wants, and he's never had experience with either sides of the spectrum. There are things that he wants, and things that he does not want. He doesn't want to be persecuted for what he wants. His family, most specifically his father, wouldn't be too happy with his choices. So, he delays his decision and stews in a pit of self-loathing in the form of violence when he isn't at the cello.
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single :: closed to requests( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: Joe Collier )▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
▪ Somewhat scrawny and delicate are the first things that come to mind for most when they take a gander at Lysander. They don't believe him to be the type of guy who take a swing at just about anyone, and be more than willing to receive any retaliation the opposing front could muster up. You'd do well to describe him as a brooding, sad-looking person with an extremely sensitive soul, which could be very well true if he wasn't avoiding a self-evaluation at all times.
▪ Tall and lean, Lysander reaches to a nice six one, a feat that seems to be a little too uncommon these days. He weighs in at a small hundred and twenty-two pounds, which is reflected in his lean stature. He doesn't particularly care if this is a healthy weight for him to be at, and could honestly say it doesn't matter. Not just to him, but to just about everyone else he knows. Feminine curved shoulders lead up to a rectangular shaped visage, lined with sharp jaw lines and soft cheek bones.
▪ His hair is a shaggy mess of dark brown tendrils that cup his head around the tips of his ears. Sometimes it sticks up in a light halo, but that's usually on his more dangerous days. His eyes are a deep brown, sad and fading. His lips are a pale pink and thin, as he if he were frowning. He usually is, or his features are twisted up into scowls and sneers in preparation for provocation. His skin is a light pallor, but not to the point that he's as white as a sheet.
▪ His voice is low and hoarse, and his words slurred with a consistency that could be frightening. He has no accentuation, the concept lost from his words after having surrounded himself with a plethora of people from different places.☛ Stands at six one
☛ Weighs roughly a small hundred and twenty-two pounds
☛ Hair is a shaggy mess of dark brown tendrils that cup his head around the tips of his ears
☛ Skin has a light pallor, but not to the point that he's as white as a sheet
☛ Vocally is low and hoarse, and his words slurred with a consistency that could be frightening; no accentuation
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▪ Style is a concept lost of Lysander at this point. If he had it, it was altered in the course of his years of experimentation and such. Now, he shucks on anything that he believes will fit him and mildly goes well with whatever else he has managed to throw on.
‟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs „
His mother and father were always fighting, and that's most of what he remembers from his early childhood. They fought wars within the halls of the mansion, but came out of the house as if they'd just signed a satisfying treaty. A facade of happiness and stability in a home life was the front they put up most. They continued it on in front of him, sometimes, but most times they didn't. They couldn't be bothered.
The first time his father laid hands on him had been a particularly rough evening for both parental units. The press had been stifling in their questions, suffocating and straining the thin charade of a complacent marriage in the eyes of the beloved public, in front of the acrid stench of greed and wealth. His father had that angry look in his eyes, like his rage couldn't possibly be tamed, and his gaze passed over the thin pale boy.
"Don't you touch him!"
"I'll do as I damn well please."
His father looked over at him once more, as if finally seeing the pale, skinny seven year old for the first time as something he wanted. Lysander had felt joy, sickeningly sweet joy at finally being noticed. He assumed that the anger had flared down, but that was simply a product of his own delusion.
His father crossed the room, and with one foul swoop, Lys had a mark the size of Texas stained his cheek. Hot tears rushed down his face, stinging the now throbbing mark. His teeth chattered together as he shook, fear finally setting in. Long overdue and paralyzing, he didn't bother to move. He was knocked about five more times, each harder than the last and in a new form he hadn't thought was possible. Stars dotted his gaze and swept him off his feet.
And then, nothing.
When Lysander had come to, he was in the hospital. His parents had fed the officials and paparazzi some half-assed story of him falling down the steps, but the hand marks on his arm could tell whole other tale. Which was probably why it was wrapped so tightly in a bland white gauze.
He knew then that nothing would ever be the same for him, not by a long shot. He rested on the weight of freedom, years and years building up in front of him, and found the faintest notion of support from his mother. She wasn't subject to the beatings, and was always ready to defend herself it seemed. He'd heard her make empty threats to his father, saying that she'd do worse to him than what he'd do to Lysander. They never came to pass, and he lost faith in her words.
The divorce was probably the worse thing that could have happened to him, in terms of the aggression that would be on display. His mother was ruthless, but his father was patient. He exerted as much paternal influence over the jury as he could, and he gained custody of Lysander. He realized then that he'd never been upset by the prospect of his parents splitting up; he was terrified of being left alone with his father.
They began a routine that didn't seem natural, but felt like it after four years in the making. His father worked, came home, preached about how disappointed he was in Lysander, had a drink, and beat the shit out of his son. When Lysander was introduced to the cello, by a teacher who had noticed the shift in the ten year old's demeanor throughout the years, his father had less reason to beat on him. His son wasn't as much of a disappointment as he thought. This didn't mean he stopped, though.
‟ ᴘᴏᴜʀ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴘᴏᴜʀ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ „
The first time Lysander realized he could be gay was in the sixth grade. It was middle school, that awkward time when everyone realizes they're getting older and could be the most attractive people on Earth if they'd stop fucking around, or when they learned that sexuality does matter. It was also the time that he got into his first fight. Kids these days throw the word "gay" around as an insult, labeling people before they had it right. Lysander just so happened to be a target of childish ignorance and bigotry.
"Gay, gay, gay~"It was the first time he'd been questioned on any sort of sexual standing. His father had deemed him
"Quit it! I'm not gay!"
His cheeks were flushed red, as if to add injury to insult on his own part. The crowd of children jeering for a fight behind him were a deafening roar of resonances. It had all started with the simplest of games, spin the bottle coupled with seven minutes in heaven. They'd come up with some deranged name for it all. He'd had the luck to spin and land on another boy, and neither had been willing to back down or chicken out. So, into the closet they went.
Now, he wasn't sure who had done it first, but he was sure that he followed through. He'd felt lips against his, and hadn't bothered resisting. The seven minutes must have passed because the door flew open and taunts went out like wild animals being released from a cage.
ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ
strictly heterosexual, and if he was any other way, there'd be a reckoning. So, now, he couldn't be gay. His cheeks couldn't have been flushed a guilty euphoria rather than a rush of embarrassment. He couldn't be gay. It was a concept lost to him, so when he heard shouts and declarations of that simple three lettered word, he swung.
He swung at the first person who'd flung the word around: a beefy red haired boy who was slightly taller than he was. He swung hard enough to break the kid's nose, and his thumb. Inexperienced in throwing a punch, he'd managed to injure himself. That, the sensation of pain, brought him back to reality and the retaliation he didn't even know he wanted. The splitting of his lip brought a silent ecstasy over him, and thus ensued a fight that would later result in a whole lot more.
‟ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴ' ɴᴜᴍʙ „
It's not everyday that a son struggling with his sexuality turns out to be a prodigy with a cello. It also isn't everyday that the same son becomes friends with someone possibly more destructive than he is. The mix of the two is certainly not the most amazing option in the world for anyone, no matter what side they play on. One could say that the two were a duo made in Hell. Putting an always internally raging young man with an externally raging young man never is quite smart.
It only continues now, in a slightly more adjusted environment.✖ ▌▸ His father
✖ ▌▸ sobriety
✖ ▌▸ most people
✔ ▌▸ Playing his cello
✔ ▌▸ Tuning
✔ ▌▸ Music◂▌Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ▌▸➟ ᴀɴᴛᴏɪɴᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ➟ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➟ (view spoiler)
➟ ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ➟ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➟ (view spoiler)
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"I feel like every night when I wake up no one hears me. No one hears me scream of my nightmares of the past. No one knows. So what do I do? Truly what do I do? Someone fucking me tell me what I do! Cause if you don't I'll run like I never ran before."
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◄Full Name► Mikeal Samuel Cater
◄Meaning behind the name►
↳Mikeal - (view spoiler) From the Hebrew name מִיכָאֵל (Mikha'el) meaning "who is like God?". This is a rhetorical question, implying no person is like God. Michael is one of the seven archangels in Hebrew tradition and the only one identified as an archangel in the Bible. In the Book of Revelation in the New Testament he is portrayed as the leader of heaven's armies, and thus is considered the patron saint of soldiers.
↳Samuel - Name of God; asked of God; heard by God. Samuel was the prophet who anointed Saul and David as kings of Israel in the Old Testament.
↳Cater - The surname, Cater derived from the Old French ale catour, a little meaning a buyer of groceries for the gentleman's house. They were in charge of maintaining provisions in manors and castles. The cater's job assumed a great importance during extended sieges of his lord's castle, which could last for years. Though the English one is of: Occupational name for the buyer of provisions for a large household, from a reduced form of Anglo-Norman French acatour (Late Latin acceptator, an agent derivative of acceptare ‘to accept’). Modern English caterer results from the addition of a second agent.
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█ █ "ɪғ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴋᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ."
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➟ pronounced · my-ra(h)
➟ pronounced · vee-en-a(h)
➟ pronounced · rue-n
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➟ Date of Birth · 7th February
➟ Location of Birth · Saint-Maxime, France.
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➟ Gender Identity · Female {xx}
➟ Sexual Orientation · Mira is heterosexual;attracted to the opposite sex. She strongly supports those that are attracted to the same sex however. Mira is a pretty accepting person. Things could be said otherwise about the rest of the family though.
➟ Relationship Status · Single. She has to much going on for a relationship at the moment.
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➟ Hair · A soft, naturally wavy chestnut brown. Mira recently had most of its length chopped off for cancer reasearch, so currently her hair is mid-length, in cutting it off she not only gained the satisfaction of helping others, but now she can finally tame her hair into a somewhat respectable appearance. Well sometimes she can anyway.
➟ Weight · 120, about average really.
➟ Height · 5'2. She's not the shortest, she's aware. In her time though Mira has heard a vast majority of 'short' jokes, all which are equally unamusing.
➟ Blood Type · O-
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♚ Jean-Paul Rune ➟ Father · 52 years of age
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♛ Amelie Rune ➟ Mother · 41 years of age
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♚ Markus Rune ➟ Brother · Deceased
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█ █ "ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ."
[ Full Name ] Terisita Miloane[ Age ] 17
[ Date of Birth ] September, making her a Libra.
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♚ ║ Miss Amie Sung is a special soul indeed. Though she may not exactly be the most kind or endearing person on the block due to her slight tendency to be just a tad bit overbearing, there is always that hanging sense of originality to this young Gracemere. With her sense of style and unique word choice, it's no wonder the girl stands out so much. And as if that weren't enough, there's also the added benefit of her dancing. Known around her home town as the girl who always seemed to be on her feet, it wasn't long into her childhood that this now seventeen year old discovered her talent for dance. Since that fateful day, she's been climbing the ranks of the dance latter, though it's not really anticipated that she'll ever really reach the dreams that she hopes to fulfill. Is she quirky? Heck to the yes. Is she a star? Not likely, and that's the reason she's here. This school's all about improving, yeah? Well, Amie cannot wait to get to that.❝Iɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ.❞
|ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴜsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.|
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『 ≎ 』Saffron Camilla Mason● (17; ♀ ) ■ 21st of September; 01:44 AM. ■
▿ Native of Perth, Austrailia.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ ❞
● 11th; Junior.
« ｇｒａｃｅｍｅｒｅ»
contemporary ◞ latin ◞ modern ballet
➥ Born in the midst of a bitter September night, Saffron Camilla Mason was born wailing. At a healthy 7lbs her parents were thrilled at her birth. Its a wonder how things ever managed to turn out so wrong. Her mother and father were quite the wealthy pair, having built their shared company from the ground up until it had become a successful, worldwide business empire. To put it lightly the family was in possession of millions and millions of dollars. And now they had a newborn to spend it on. However it wasn't long before the family of 3 turned into a family of 4, since her mother fell pregnant right after Saffron was born, and 8 months later a bouncing baby boy,Tristan,became a part of the Mason family, a month earlier than predicted.
➥ As the years progressed, Kayla, Saffy's mother, enfouagd both of her children to take up a hobby. Whilst Tristan went for the typical choice of soccor, Sat had her heart set on dancing. Latin dancing to be exact. After searching high and low Kay managed to find a class that would allow her daughter to enter, despite her young age. And that was the moment the spark was lit and little Saffrons passion for dancing began. She excelled rapidly, and was soon taking up different types of dancing; contemporary,ballet,ballroom,Irish. All of which she quickly mastered. She was soon pulling off moves that some dancers had spent their whole lives trying to accomplish and perfect. Soon Saff was entering and winning competitions as if it were a walk in the park, her mother driving her religiously to every single one and standing on the sidelines cheering her on. Her mother was always there. It was like their special thing that they shared together, and dance was the thing that brought them closer together. So when disaster hit, Saffron was shattered.
➥ Unknown to the little girl, 4 years prior to her grand age of 10, her mother had been diagnosed with Huntingdon's disease; which would eventually lead to her impending death. Kay's symptoms were becoming more pronounced and she was deteriorating more swiftly than any of the doctors could explain. The disease was progressing and there wasn't anything that anybody was able to do about it. There was no cure for Huntingdon's, and so Saffron and her younger brother were forced to watch their mother slowly begin to fade over years, had to watch her drift away. One of the symptoms of the disease was the sufferer forgetting who they themselves were and their family. Their own mother forgot them due to the disease that plagued her body. The two siblings had to be checked for the condition, and by some miriacle they hadnt inheirted it and the doctors said it was unlikely that they would be carriers. That didn't soothe the pain of watching their mother go though. And then one day, she had just slipped away in her sleep. After 2 years of battling with accelerated symptoms Kayla had peacefully passed away leaving behind two 12 year old motherless children. It was a tough time for everybody.
➥ After her mothers death Saff wasn't quite the same. The siblings father became absent, drowning his sorrows in booze and women, leaving herself and Tristan to look out for themselves. This brought the two closer together and they constantly were looking out for each other. Soon Saffy took up dancing once more, and although it didn't ease the loss, getting lost in the music, in the dance itself helped her cope better. But when her father had declared when she was 15 that he was getting married, to somebody 30 years his junior no less, Saff went off the rails.
➥ She hadn't wanted to go to the party in the first place, she knew that. But she had been mad. And with a temper like hers being angry tended to lead to her doing things upon impulse without thinking it through. The party had probably been one of her worst mistakes. Saffron swore black and blue that she only had one drink. She knew she had. Her error of judgement had been taking it from a guy she hadnt even met before. Pretty soon she was sure she was drunk despite the lack of alcohol. And then everything had gone black. She had woken up in a side alley half way downtown, her dress torn and her innocence gone. Then and there she promised herself she would take that secret to the grave. She would never tell anybody of it. With a heavy heart and streaming eyes she had staggered home, and had planned never to speak of it again.
➥ However, a couple of months later and it seemed that was not to be the case. She was pregnant with her attackers child. At first she had planned to get the baby aborted, but the lead up to the appointment she had made was to much. She had grown attached. Staff was going to keep her child. Tristan had confronted her about it before she had had the chance to tell him. He'd been angry at first, a rare sight on her otherwise harmless little brother. But it must have been the expression on her face or the look in her eyes because soon enough she was crying on his shoulder. An unsaid explanation. He promised to stick by her side and help her. And for the first time in years a glimmer of hope sparkled in the form of the child she never knew she would want. That glimmer was stampted out soon enough.
➥She had awoken in the night with sharp abdominal cramps. At first of course she had attempted to brush it off, but soon the pain had been to much to bear and that was when she relasied; she was bleeding out. Saff managed to wake Tristan up before collapsing beside his bed and the next thing she knew she was in hospital hooked up to the machines with her little brother clasping her hand. One look had said it all. She had lost her baby. Sobs had erupted from her throat as Tris had held her. Later Sad found out that the pregnancy had been ectopic, and the scar tissue she now had was severe--the chances of her ever getting pregnant again were unlikely. The simple idea destroyed Saffy altogether.
➥ So when both her and her brother were invited to join Hayward academy a few months after the whole ordeal Saffron had accepted right away. There were to many memories in Australia and this new school would give her a reason to bury mourning the loss of her child. She could reinvent herself here. Be whoever she chose. So she chose to learn how to become unfeeling, to close off emotions that might make her vulnerable and focus on other things. Boys, for example. However, with some of the money fro the competitions she had won Staff planted a small gravestone under a willow tree st the local cemetery to honour the baby she had lost, and regularly visits the place to simply...Talk. She may have hidden most of who she really is, but deep down Saffron Mason, the real Saffron Mason, is in there somewhere.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
[ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
-- ○○○○○ |deceased| (view spoiler)
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
-- ○●●●● |alive; Age; 56| (view spoiler)
[ʙ ʀ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Her Brother | Shopping | Video games | Her Pets | Dancing | Hot Chocolate | Fantasy | Comic books
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Her Father | Labellers | Bullys | Ignorence |
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Confident | Promiscuous | Sarcastic | Loyal | Opionated | Independent
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Lonely | Self loathing | Temper | Stubborn
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Saffron might be a little too secretive for some people. She will often avoid talking about herself or her home life and this often causes a barrier to form between her and another person. In fact she isn't exactly close with anybody. Sure she's popular, but although she has many aquaintences and knows a lot of people she would never class any of them as 'real' friends.
✫Baa ⊰ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇ⊱ wrote: "so i haven't claimed him yet but i love this gif
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He so fine. If only that was a guy...
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He so fine. If only that was a guy...
|ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴜsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.|
『 ≎ 』Lorenzo Julio Rodriguez● (18; ♂ ) ■ 30th of March; 04:27 AM. ■
▿ Native of Mexico City, Mexico.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ ❞
● 12th; Senior.
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english literature ◞ history ◞ religious studies
➥ On the 30th of March 1996 a baby Lorenzo Julio Rodriguez came into the world bawling. Born to a mother barely on the cusp of being 18 and to a father that was destined to become a deadbeat most would have deemed the little boy a hopeless case. He would never get anywhere in life, not with the poverty he was born into, not with the parents that he had been dealt. However, Marcella wasn't your average teenage mother. She was determined to do right by her son and despite her absent husband[You could say the wedding had been extremely rushed] she had the support of her whole family behind her as she set out to raise her little Enzo into a man any woman would be proud to call their son.
➥ As mentioned, you could say that Enzos father wasn't exactly the nicest of men. 12 years his mothers senior and a user and alchojol who gambled the little money the family possessed away, he often dragged the mother and son down, especially during his drunken stupors. One to many times Enzo was awoken in the middle of the night by crashes of pots along with shouts and his mothers wimpers of fear. He never had the guts to go intervene. Still regrets it to this day. On a sunny afternoon Enzos mother was called into work unexpectedly and with nobodh to care for her son she regretfully left him at home with his dad. That's when the abuse aimed at him began. It happened for a while, on the odd days his mother was called in Enzo's father would call him down, drunk off his ass or flying so high that the crash was an inevitable outcome. His father would shout a bit before moving on to the main event, he enjoyed using his fists, however he was prone to using the belt from time to time when the bout of rage was especially hefty. It was during one of these times that his mother walked in on her little boy receiving a beating from his own father. That's when all hell broke loose and Marcella drew the line. She could handle her own husband laying into her, but touch her son? She filed for divorce andthe whole court case was over in a matter of months.
➥ At the age of 10 Enzo and his mother legally immigrated to America, his mother in search of a better life. With only a handful of qualifications under her belt Marcella found herself going back to school, using odd tibits of money she had saved up and had gotten from various jobs. Enzo lost interest in school around this time. He was the new Mexican boy that could barely utter a word of English, safe to say he wasn't accepted. It was also around this time that his mother met her future husband. Michael Harris, a professer at the college she was enrolled in. Of course Marcella was catious. She had to be,she had a 10 year old son to consider. But after about a year of dating, and after meeting Michaels son she finally introduced him to her son. Its safe to say Enzo wasn't fond of his mothers boyfriend. It wasn't personal, he just wasn't one to trust easy, and after what his own biological father did he wasn't to fond of the idea of this strange new guy coming in on the scene, one who wasnt even related to him. Nevertheless, after a year more of dating the two tied the knot and Enzo was saddled with a new Stepfather and Stepbrother.
➥ To begin with, Enzo wasn't to keen on Johnathan. Not only this, he had bigger things to be concerned about; despite being in America for just over two years his language skills still weren't up to scratch. So when Johnathan planted himself down in front of his one day and began speaking to him in fluent Mexican its safe to safe the boy was shocked. Turns out that Johnathan had been studying the language for a good few months, wanting to try get through to the boy that he was now able to call his brother. Despite his reluctance at first, soon the two were inseparable and with coaching from Johnny soon Enzo was able to speak English. Sure, it still wasn't the best, but it was better. Not only this, but Johnnh was looking out from him in school. And slowly but surely he began to gain friends. However Johnathan was his brother, despite lack of relation, the two boys were close as could be, much to their parents joy.
➥ Things hit a rough patch when about 6 months after Nezo had turned 17, his brother had just been sent off to Hayward, and without his partner in crime he retracted into himself again. Throughout the years Johnathan had become something of a man-whore, and although Enzo didn't exactly agree with the lifestyle choice, in some ways he was glad he didn't have to view all the broken hearted girls Johnny left behind him. However he missed him. It was around this time his mother dropped a bombshell; she was pregnant. This pushed him further into reclusive state regardless of his mother constant worrying and promises that nothing would change between the two of the. But Enzo could feel within himself. There was something wrong.
➥ About a month before his 18th birthday, Enzo was suffering from extreme headaches and migraines which could be constant over a period of three to four days. Not only this he was experiencing regular nose bleeds and when he fainted during class his mother called it the last straw and despite his plees that he was 'fine' Marcella put her foot down and dragged him off to the hospital much to his disgust, and about 2 weeks later he was laying flat out on a bed and being sent through an MRI machine.
➥ Two things happened on the day of his 18th birthday. Number one, he received a letter from Hayward Academy inviting him to join. The other was the results of his MRI; he had a brain tumour. The news shattered him to say that least. Fortunately the tumour was benine, not cancerous, but the doctor advised that he had it removed. Enzo disregarded that information, simply focused on the Hayward Academy invite. He was determined to go, despite his mothers plees to have the operation, he also made sure his parents promised not to tell Johnathan about the tumour, he would do it in due course. So no he's been at Hayward for a few months now. Still with the constant bouts of headaches, the nosebleeds and the occasional fainting performance, he's just learnt to hide it a lot better now. His mother and father moved out to France with them--why stay in America when half the family's in a different continent anyway? Not to mention Marcella wants to keep an eye on her son, and keep begging him to get the tumour removed. The truth? Enzos afraid, although he'd never admit it. He's as afraid as he used to be of his father, and he isn't sure if he's up to facing that fear again.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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[s ᴛ ᴇ ᴘ ─ ғ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
-- ○○●●● |alive; Age; 44| (view spoiler)
[sᴛ ᴇ ᴘ ─ ʙ ʀ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
-- ○○○○●|alive; Age; 18| (view spoiler)
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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Johnathan | Learning | Books | The outside | Fixing things | Physical Excercise | |
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Abuse | Water | Spinnich | Orders | His tumour
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Calm | Creative | Considerate | | Thoughtful | Sociable | Hardworking
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Reckless | Impatient | Indecisive | Short attention span | Smart ass | Closed off |
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Bull headed. As much as he would argue against it, Enzo is flawwed when it comes go how stubborn his is. Its his way or no way, 'as stubborn as an ass' as his mother likes to say. He either can't take no for an answer, or will dig his feet in when others decide that they don't want to take 'no' as answer from Enzo himself.
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[ Full Name ] Lenora Ann Reed[ Nickname ] Lennie
[ Age ] 16
[ Date of Birth ] May 16
[Place of Birth ] Sydney, Australia
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality ] Heterosexual
[ Relationship Status ] Single
[ Year ] Sophomore
[ Division] Sinclair
[Major ]
Mathematics || especially excels at algebra and calculus
English Literature
[ Appearance ]
| Hair | Lennie has thick, bubblegum pink curls that hang all the way down to the bottom of her ribcage. People have asked her numerous times if it's all a wig, but she assures them that the only unnatural thing about her hair is its color.
| Eyes | Lennie has dark, indigo blue eyes rimmed with long black lashes
| Weight | 123 lbs
| Height | 5' 6"
| Blood Type | B Negative
| Distinguished Markings | Lennies bright pink hair is usually one of the very first things people notice when they see her. She also has a very signature look consisting of either jeans and a soft tee or a vintage dress/skirt.
[ Personality ] It is a common misconception that when one is, say, vastly more advanced at mathematics than an average adult, they would behave sophisticated and serious. Another common misconception is that when one has brightly and unnaturally colored hair, they are bound to be punks and nothing but trouble. Lennie is neither serious, nor a punk. She's just another weird teenager that happens to be smarter than most others. At least smarter at most things that have to do with Mathematics and Literature. Science is a whole different story, but we won't talk about that.
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[ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴇxᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪғs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ Bᴀᴀ. ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪsᴍ. Cᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴅɪsᴏʙᴇʏɪɴɢ ]
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➢Name Alice Rose Steele
↳Pronunciation | AE - l uh s | r OH z | s t EE l |
↳Nicknames None, unless you want to live till morning?
➢Gender Femme fatale, from the female gamete, [xx]
➢Age Seventeen
↳DOB December twenty-fourth
➢Year Eleven, Junior
➢House Gracemere
➢Major Postmodern Art
➢Relationship Status Unattached
↳Sexual Orientation Alice isn't particularly picky, but she wouldn't
define herself as bisexual although she has had
multiple encounters with her own sex, but the same goes with
the opposite.
↳Crushes None as of yet
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Alice's hair is commented on as brown, but this is not her
natural hair pigmentation, far from it actually, originally
she was recognised as ash white, but then again that was many years ago.
Her hair tends to usually be down and reasonably straight,
it reaches just below her breasts. Normally she hides
her hair with a beanie of some sort, she hates scalps. She really only
pulls her hair up when she is working on canvas, so she
doesn't get any paint on her but that still happens anyway.
Her skin is rather pale, a gift from her mother's genetic codes
but that's not the most eye-catching thing about her flesh
far from it, it's her slender arms which are simply
covered in tattoos, most have some sort of meaning
behind them, but she's unlikely to tell anyone what
they actually are. Her face is what catches many eyes,
she's been told she possesses a somewhat 'feral' featured face,
full of sharp and complimenting angles.
Alice wears whatever is comfortable, and in her case,
it seems oversized shirts, shirts, ripped tights and combat boots
are her thing, she likes her band merch and ex-lovers shirts
those tend to be her favourites, along with her trade-mark
beanies.
Face Claim: Karole Katarina
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➢Good Traits: curious, adventurous, bold, confident,
passionate, loyal, ambitious, determined, brave,
confident
➢Bad Traits: hot-headed, sarcastic, show-off, distrusting,
holds grudges
➢Interests: social media, human form, music, art
➢Skills: Painting, sketching, socialising,
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