NO, SHE WENT THAT WAY ->

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Psh, yeah. 4laugh
dnp.

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• • • origami birds - a band roleplay

profiles | ooc


an omgDETHKLOKK original roleplay idea ❧
inspired by the sexies: Jen, Casey, & Ande ❧
pictures courtesy of photobucket && google search ❧
please be literate ❧

currently :
open | accepting profiles&reserves | dead | under construction

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we're just a nation of dreamers who have yet to take flight


Two rival bands from Honey Harbor, South Carolina, the screaming 'Absolute Monarchy' and the slightly more upbeat 'Orderly Panic,' are about to embark on the journey of a life time. Both bands started out in the garage, just six friends doing what they loved -- making music. Over time, they got to performing at parties and in local bars, which did bring in a steady stream of pay, but everyone had bigger dreams than just being small town musicians. It wasn't until their managers informed them that they, just two unknown groups, were to be competing in a national 'battle of the bands,' held in Olympia, Washington that their chances of making it big started to go somewhere.

Now, the five members of each band are stuck driving cross country in the same bus. Yeah. A whole five days of strangers. Still, there's always the air for making new friends, and who knows? Maybe something more will come of it. The lines of loyalty might get a little blurry, and it's the perfect recipe for traitors and treachery.

The entire fate of their musical careers comes down to these five days. Make it, or break it.

Start typing.

taken and edited with permission from Optional Toastertron's 'follow the leader'

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we live by our own rules, we know who we are


so basically . . .
Please, please tell me you know what the tos is! Things should be kept p.g. 14. Romance is a good idea, but when you get to the birthday suits, there's a handy little doo-dad called a timeskip. use it. Cursing is fine, I do it a lot, but I know some people don't want to see the f-bomb dropped every other word. I know there's a censor, but please, don't curse excessively.

literacy & posting . . .
Don't use little kid words -- make yourself smarter! Use an online thesaurus or something, we don't want to hear the same word 4o gabillion times in one post. We should all be old enough to spell most of what we encounter, and I understand a few typos here and there, but please use spell check or look it up. Keep your posts at least two paragraphs long, six or seven good, structured sentences each. You may enjoy posting ten or eleven paragraphs, I do sometimes, too, but please. Not everyone else does, and not everyone else is willing to read a book every time they need to reply. Pretty posts are nice. All you really need is the picture of your character, their name, and maybe a quote thrown in there.
Keep up with the roleplay, please! I understand if you're going somewhere, but please let us know in advance, so we can work something out. no one wants their character to be a vegetable while they're gone! Post at least two or three times times a week. It's not that hard.

characters & profiles . . .
Go ahead and use celebrities, they're real people, too. Just make sure it's age appropriate. No anime.
Don't go making up your own profile skeleton, it's easier for us to just be the same. Make sure you follow the way characters were described; someone who's original personality is shy and easily scared can't just switch to being outgoing and social. Seriously. Make sure you pm reservations and profiles to me, absolutely no posting them! When your reservation is accepted, I'll let you know, and then you can get to work on your profile. You have 24 hours to send it to me, or else I'll open up your spot for someone else!
Reserve pm title; 'dusty old things'
Profile pm title; 'spreading my wings'

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we've all got two faces, the one we wear openly, and the one we're always trying to hide


Absolute Monarchy :

name/sex/age/vocalist/username/open
name/sex/age/guitarist/username/open
name/sex/age/bassist/username/open
name/sex/age/drummer/username/open
name/sex/age/manager/username/open
Mathias Aatos Helmi/male/seventeen/techie/omgDETHKLOKK/taken

Orderly Panic :

name/sex/age/vocalist/username/open
name/sex/age/guitarist/username/open
name/sex/age/bassist/username/open
name/sex/age/drummer/username/open
name/sex/age/manager/username/open
name/sex/age/techie/username/open


reserve:


[img]100x100 icon here[/img]
[color=postingcolor]name/sex/age/position/username[/color]



profile:


[align=right][size=18][u][color=black][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxx[/color]»[color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]FIRST[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]MIDDLE[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]LAST[/color][/align]

[align=center][size=10]Quote Here -- Any Additional Pictures in Links[/size][/align]
[imgright]Picture Here -- Real People, MAKE SURE IT IS A REASONABLE SIZE[/imgright]
[list][list][list][list][b]● [color=dimgray]CAN YOU HEAR THEM SHOUTING[/color][i]?![/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGOCOLORPLZ]nicknames[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]ALSO KNOWN AS THE[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]one word personality[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]SOMEONE LEND ME SOME FINGERS[/color][i].[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]age spelled out[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]REJOICE YOU FOOLS[/color][i]![/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]birthday month & day spelled out[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]I S'PPOSE THIS MEANS SOMETHING[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]dude ♂ or chick ♀[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]WATCH ME WOO YER[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]boyfriend or girlfriend, depending on sexuality[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]OH NO. FANCY WORDS[/color][i]![/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]hetero/homo/bisexual[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]ONCE UPON A TIME[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]Biography 2-4 paragraphs // 6-7 sentences each[/color][i][color=red]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT FROM MEEE[/color][i]![/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]1-5 Secrets [optional][/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]ONLY LOYAL TO THE[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]band name[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]AFTER ALL, THEY LET ME PLAY THE[/color][i]...[/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLOR]place in the band[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]INSURT CHEESY LOVE SAYING HERE[/color][i][/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLOR]romantic interest[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

[b]● [color=dimgray]ATUOGRAPH PLZ[/color][i]![/i][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=POSTINGCOLORPLZ]username[/color][i][color=POSTINGCOLORTWOPLZ]![/color][/i]

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just tell us what we need to know and we're out of your hair for good


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Absolute Monarchy

Everyone should be getting ready to meet the other downtown at noon. Don't forget anything necessary, but only bring what you can't live without. Try not to be too hostile.

Orderly Panic

Get packed and don't wander off and head downtown to meet the other band, asap! No time for wandering off!

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Reserved.

Reserved.

Open~!
You may begin posting.

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xxxxxxxxxxx»MATHIASAATOSHELMI

● CAN YOU HEAR THEM SHOUTING?!
xxxThi, or just Mathias!

● ALSO KNOWN AS THE...
xxxflirt!

● SOMEONE LEND ME SOME FINGERS...
xxxseventeen!

● REJOICE YOU FOOLS!
xxxoctober fourteenth!

● I S'PPOSE THIS MEANS SOMETHING...
xxxxy ♂!

● WATCH ME WOO YER...
xxxplaything!

● OH NO. FANCY WORDS!
xxxbisexual, leaning mainly towards the guys!

● ONCE UPON A TIME...
xxx...In a land far, far away... Nah, I'm just kidding you! I was actually born right here in Honey Harbor, to a happy family of four. Ideal, right? A stay-at-home mom who always had some kind of treat ready when you got home from school, a pop who worked the regular hours and treated his wife like a human being, a baby girl who seldom spoke out, and a boy who was ready for fifth grade by the time he was seven. We lived in a good neighborhood, full of nice people who all knew each other by name. You would never walk outside and find a group of kids standing around smoking or beating the living daylights out of an unlucky passerby. Instead, you'd probably find a few little girls with a lemonade stand, or an old woman out for a walk with her dog. It was one of the places you see in movies where everything is perfect, everyone has what they need to get by in life and a little extra. Honestly, I was lucky to be born into such a good family -- my father was the head of a promising new computer company, and my mother had roots in politics that couldn't be doubted. I'm sure if she were ever to have run for a government office, it'd be hers, just like that.

The thing was, everything was too perfect. I don't mean the kind of perfect before a storm, where everything is holding its breath. I mean the kind of perfect that stays perfect, almost as if it were taunting everything else around it. By the time I was twelve years old, I was ready for something different... Something exciting.
And that's when I first discovered music. The sound of a synthesizer rolling along in perfect harmony to an electrified guitar was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard up until that time. Those dudes from the 80's really knew their stuff, and they deserved way more credit than they were given, or at least, on my parent's behalf. Growing up in a very classical family taught me to appreciate instruments and the beautiful sounds they can create, but I was getting sick of always hearing Beethoven or Mozart drifting in from the parlor. For me, it was all about the loud, the proud, and the slightly obscene. Of course, this naturally led me to be the outcast of the neighborhood. I became 'the one with problems', and my parents were ashamed to take me anywhere. This, however, just turned into a vicious cycle. When they refused to invite me to dinner with close relatives, I'd stay out a bit later than planned one night. When they told me how irrational I was being, I'd go on the offense, cranking my music up louder than normal and singing along in the most obnoxious fashion possible. Back then, the most important thing to me was proving to my family that I was an individual. I alone could stand up against the community, I wasn't afraid to shout who I was from the rooftops.

It wasn't long until my parents gave up altogether on keeping me away from things people highly disregarded as 'abnormal' or 'unacceptable'. This, I guess, had been what I was looking for. I wanted time to myself, where it wasn't always perfect. I wanted something different, and I got it. That was my first high. The second came on my sixteenth birthday, when I had finally saved up enough money from forcing myself to work at a local ice cream shop all summer to buy my own computer. State of the art, too; a great sound system, high quality resolution, three different programs designed specifically for music lovers like myself, a full keyboard, and... Whoops. Sorry. Rambling again. Anyway, it was a great computer, made all the nerds in the school drool with jealousy. I was addicted to it for months, tweaking with it here and there to make it better, always working on some undeniably important coding for a piece of software. Not to mention the fact that I was also working in the band AND theater departments at school, behind the scenes, mixing custom music and fine-tuning all the instruments.

This was something my parents were proud of. My dad was sure I had gotten my interest in technology from him, but I wasn't ready to admit it. I was still in the phase of denial, that my parents were of overbearing importance in my life, and without them I would be nothing. To me, computer science was my thing, not my dad's. Wanting to prove this was what led me to finding the guys in the band, Absolute Monarchy. I wanted to show people that I wasn't going to be some dude in a suit who built computers and software. I was going to be the kid on the road, always out having fun, being in with the band. And I mean, who doesn't want a job like that? I see myself as the foundation of the band, the one who makes sure everything is running smoothly, and the one who takes care of all the loose ends whenever we record a track. I feel like I finally fit in, everything works out fine.

And for me, that's just disastrous!

● YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT FROM MEEE!
xxx• I've recently developed a strange obsession with trashy romance novels.
• I'm totally in love with the idea of finding my soul mate, and I'm a huge romantic, but only behind everyone's backs.
• I'm too afraid to get in the water without a wetsuit on. And goggles. And flippers. And an oxygen tank. Y'know what? Let's just forget water!

● ONLY LOYAL TO THE...
xxxAbsolute Monarchy!

● AFTER ALL, THEY LET ME PLAY THE...
xxxsynthesizers!

● INSURT CHEESY LOVE SAYING HERE
xxxI'm lonely, oh so lonely~!

● ATUOGRAPH PLZ!
xxxomgDETHKLOKK!

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mathias aatos helmi
( absolute monarchy's very own nerd )
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Moaning quietly, the boy flopped over onto his side, dragging a mass of bed sheets with him. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a moment and a half, relishing in his last moments of sleep for the day. Moments like these were sacred, too; Mathias rarely got the full eight hours of sleep his parents were so keen on. Instead, most of his waking hours were spent in front of a computer screen, whether he was working on mixing some random song together in the mac feature 'Garage Band', or reading one of those stupid romance stories online. Sometimes he'd even get brave, and try to write one himself, but he'd always end up judging himself too harshly and deleting the whole thing. Not that it mattered. No one but him would ever read it anyway. Trying not to think too hard about his gay obsession over stories like that, Thi forced his eyes open, reaching blindly for his cell phone in the complete darkness. After a good deal of searching, he extracted the poor, beat-up old thing from somewhere in his pile of sheets and comforter. It had been to hell and back more times than he could count, and Thi wouldn't be surprised if it had actually saved his life once or twice, amidst all the dropping and colliding with hard things it had to bear. With a quick snap of his wrist, the boy flipped the phone open, only to be left gasping quietly in the sudden light, his pupils instantly dilating. "********," he muttered, his tired brown eyes quickly refocusing on the colorful screen. The clock read ten, give or take a few minutes. Sighing, he collapsed back on his bed, letting his cell phone slip carelessly out of his hand. Why did he have to wake up so early! Why did he have to go to bed so late? With a huff of exhaustion, Mathias closed his eyes again.

Suddenly, it hit him like a train wreck. Today was the day they were leaving for Washington! Thi's eyes instantly shot open, springing up from his bed and landing like a cat on the cold wood flooring. Excited and now fully awake, he leaped over piles of clothes and various odds and ends to the other side of his room, yanking the window blinds open. Light exploded into the room, filling all the cracks and corners at the speed of, well... Light. Shouting at the sudden brightness, Thi found himself falling through the air, one arm poised over his delicate, light-sensitive eyes. Instead of a sickening crack or thump as he hit the floor, he was met by the rather satisfying thump! of his head colliding with one of the over-stuffed bags he had packed the night before. Well, Mom was right about one thing. Her advice to pack early had been one thing that sunk in, and he was suddenly glad for it. Otherwise, there might be no trip at all -- at least, not for him, anyway. Blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the now bright atmosphere of his room, Mathias rubbed the sight of impact -- the back of his head -- and slowly tried to regain his footing. This time he was careful not to blind himself as he made his way back across the floor, the large, gray bag sliding along the floor behind him like an obedient little animal.

He left the bag waiting outside his bathroom, quickly locking the door as he disappeared inside. Eying the piles of clothes spread out over the floor and counter, Mathias selected bits and pieces of what was later to become the day's outfit. He had just slipped the toes of his left foot through the thong of his flip-flop when there was a knock at the door. "What?" he asked impatiently, tapping his foot on the linoleum of the bathroom floor to correctly adjust his shoe. "I have a lot to do before I leave. I'm busy."
"Mom told me to come get you for breakfast," Madeline, his sister, replied evenly. She had gotten used to the way her older brother acted around the family by now. "She said she wanted to eat as a family since its your last day here." Mathias sighed, unlocking the door in one swift movement and pulling it open, looking down at his sister. The way she said it made it sound like forever. Truth be told, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to leave for that long or not. Just to be somewhere else for a while, doing what he loved, with the people he loved.
"Whatever... I'll be down in a little bit. Go ask Dad where he put my laptop," he demanded, spinning the girl around and pointing towards his door. "Go. Shoo." Madeline looked up over her shoulder at him, her eyes full of disgust.
"Don't tell me what to do, you big butt-face," she muttered, turning back and making her way to the door.

As soon as she had left, Mathias dragged the bag back to his bed, grabbing a few various items, which included his cell phone and his ipod. Stuffing them inside as best as he could, Thi moved on to more difficult tasks, like getting all of his equipment to fit correctly in its case. The case had originally just been designed for a laptop, but since he had two of them -- cases, that is -- he had just abandoned trying to find the original box that came with everything and just shoved it all in one big bag. His problem with this was that with everything bouncing around and hitting against each other in there, he had to pack it all incredibly tight, so it wouldn't move. Shooting a glance at the clock beside him on his desk, Mathias estimated that he had about two minutes to get it all in before his mother herself came up to drag him down to breakfast. Sighing quietly, Thi began to grab random things off his desk and stuff them inside the case, making sure all the cords and wires went down first. Next came the onslaught of USB cables and memory sticks, and lastly was where he would put his laptop when Dad gave it back to him. Just in time, too -- Mom's footsteps could now be heard echoing up the stairs.

TIME SKIP, YO, BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT UNEVENTFUL BREAKFASTS.

Mathias skittered down the stairs like a frightened animal, two bags slung over one shoulder and his fingers flying across the keyboard of his phone, typing out the letters:


FROM: Thi
TO: U Guise
mornin crew! ;P finally managed to get myself up and running for the day.
i'm heading downtown right now, and I can't wait to see you guys there
wear ur happy faces.
<3 THI


Pressing send, he looked up just in time to avoid running into the cold metal pole that marked the public bus stop.


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'c a u s exxixxc a nxxd e f i n a t e l yxxs e exxm y s e l fxxi nxxy o u rxxp a n t s !

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lauren rose berget✌
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Somewhere deep in her subconscious mind, Lauren was an artist. In her waking hours, however, she was nothing special. Just another high school girl who did well in her classes and tried to stay out of the spotlight. Nothing particularly interesting ever happened at home; her parents were the kind you see in movies where everything is perfect: a dad who worked nine to five and mom who usually stayed at home, occasionally substituting for the elementary school down the street from their house. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't have anything special. She had Zander, the best friend anyone could ever hope for. He was hers, too, always and forever. Not just in the sense of loyalty. Zander was hers because Mary had created him. Still, she always refused to believe that he was truly imaginary seeing as he was as real as anything else to her. That's what imaginary was, right? Something unreal? And who cared if other people couldn't see him? She wasn't quite sure if she'd ever allow that, in the selfish fear that he might start to slip away from her. If that ever happened... Well, she usually dropped that train of thought before it could get her anywhere dangerous. No good ever came of thinking like that.

Above all else, Lauren was a dreamer. In her mind, she could create a vast kingdom who's main export was unicorn poop, then have their king be assassinated. This could lead to a cold-war-like era where everyone was too afraid to even step out of their homes. Then, she would ride in on an eight legged horse like Odin, the ruler of Paganism, and take up arms with the king's killer. In the end, she'd triumph over the evil and leave without another word, tossing bags of assorted gnomes over her shoulder, all without leaving the comfort of her own bed. Without imagination, life would mean nothing. She kept careful record of all her dreams, sleep-fantasies or otherwise, in a small, leather-bound notebook on the bookshelf beside her bed. The majority of the pages were already used, front and back with side notes and subscripts decorating the margins, occupied by the most important project she had ever taken on. This, of course, was creating Zander. Lauren wasn't quite sure how it had all come about, only that one minute she had been lying in bed, making shapes out of the shadows that danced across the ceiling, and the next she was scribbling away in the book. He knew that he wasn't physically 'real', but in case Zander ever asked where he had come from, Lauren had written a well-thought out novel to read to him, full of nonsense and miracles of how he came about.

At this moment in particular, she was sitting on the top rung of her ladder to the sky, dragging a brush across the great blue expanse and turning it orange. Zander was perched on his own ladder beside her, the bucket of paint she was using balanced on his knee. Lauren smiled and shot a sideways glance at him, whistling an aimless tune and eying a few pink birds that flew by. "Birds? At this altitude?" he inquired casually, smiling and laughing quietly. "However did they get up here?" She laughed hysterically, leaning back with her head tilted as skyward as it could go without her nose having to scrape the actual surface itself. Before she could move back into a place that allowed her better balance, Lauren was toppling backwards through the air, nonchalantly admiring her handiwork from afar. 'Not too bad,' she told herself, shrugging, and looking at the ground that was quickly approaching her. Wind rushed by her face, pulling at strands of her glossy black hair.

The impact never came. Instead, Lauren opened her eyes, blinking slowly and stretching where she lay in her bed. Invincible! It was a great feeling, having control over the world like that. But now, sleep was over, and it was back to hiding from reality. With a sigh, she twisted onto her side, lingering in bed a moment longer with her eyes half-closed. She would give anything to take the dream with her, to carry it with her for the rest of the day... But wait! She did have a piece of it! Smiling, Lauren opened her eyes again to look at Zander, waiting for her, like always, to wake up. "Good morning, un-sleepy head," she greeted him, loving the warm feeling it gave her heart. If she wanted to, she'd always be able to see him in the mornings like this. They would be together as long as she desired. He was one thing that would never walk out on her. "What happened while I was away?"


circle me, and the needle moves gracefully back and forth
if my heart was a compass,
you'd be north
♥

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http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/347787eb728b26f15a699fb3fad39d97.jpg✖ ￭ ￭ Name :: Mathias Ezekiel Dumas ￭ ￭ ✖

✖ ￭ ￭ Age :: seventeen ￭ ￭ ✖

✖ ￭ ￭ Open / taken / reserved￭ ￭ ✖

✖ ￭ ￭ Username :: omgDETHKLOKK ￭ ￭ ✖

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Mathias Ezekiel DumasXXX✗✘
Sloth sings the siren's song

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Hello, my mother named me: Mathias Ezekiel Dumas

I have seventeen candles on my cake

I'm obviously a: male

Why wouldn't I be : sloth

Talk to omgDETHKLOKK, ok?

My heart beats for: the princes

Why does history suck if it isn't mine? Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there were two very drunk college kids who thought it would be a great idea to have unprotected sex. These two kids were my parents, who obviously didn't know what they were getting themselves in to. The school always put 100% into the pregnancy prevention program, trying to educate students beforehand of what life would be like after they made that mistake, but their efforts were just in vain. They didn't want a whole bunch of pregnant young adults having to drop out for reasons that really should've kept them in school. Anyway, these two kids got pregnant, and they actually tried to make life better for their soon-to-be child. While Mom left school to move back in with her parents who lived near-by, Dad stayed in college to finish the year, and if things were still working out, he and my mother could return the next together. My grandma, who lived alone at the time, was disappointed in my mother and excited for me at the same time. She did everything she could to keep my mom and I comfortable.

My mother died giving birth to me on December 13, a little over nine months later. I guess I can't miss her since I never really knew her, so I'm content with my step-mom now. Hell, I would've believed she was my blood-mother if Dad hadn't told me he got married (he and my mother were only engaged at the time of her death) when I was two years old. This new wife brought a few other members of the family with her, my step-brother and sister, James and Lauren. After finishing his masters in business and administration, my father worked in public relations for a while before going back to school to get his degree in law, then became a private lawyer for the biggest names in business. My step-mom, Reneé, came from a very wealthy family, and when her mother and father died, she was the sole heir to their fortune. We lived in the lap of luxury.

Although she always felt some parental instinct towards her own children, Reneé and I were never very close. I think parts of her wanted to help me get my footing in life, but the rest of her was shouting, 'If you make him do it, he'll just hate you!' As you may have guessed, I had hired help to do everything for me. I was home schooled by a very dignified Italian tutor, who was very lenient on what I did in our time together. I long as I walked away with one new topic under my belt, he was fine with my learning habits. Working never really appealed to me, and I wasn't necessarily a super-social people person, so my time was mainly divided between sleeping, eating, and other life functions. The only thing I ever got done with was growing, stopping at a good two feet over my father's towering 6'1". Oh well. People have grown to expect less than 50% effort on my part.

And if I'm a monster..? I'm probably one of the least productive people on the face of the Earth. Seeing as we're all going to die, I don't really see what the point is in doing things, but when people ask me for the answer behind my laziness, I just give them a simple 'I don't feel like doing it.' Which, honestly, is the truth, but y'know. Don't wanna ruin everyone's fun with my 'doom and gloom' negativity routine. Anyway, I guess I'm a nice guy if you get to know me. My two main hobbies are making jokes and procrastinating. People tell me I have a tendency to talk to myself, which is, I guess, a little creepy. Sometimes I sleepwalk, and other times I sleeptalk. I've been told more than once that my subconscious personality is a much nicer one than my conscious.

Yes, it's natural! brownish-black

Like em? They do hold the stars, after all.. misty gray

Listen to my heart, it speaks the truth how far we've come (<-clicky!)

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http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/37ff0fdfadaca95d4dbf97a9b75e8e63.jpg

[ SKÖLL ]
xxxthe wolf that chased the sun ☼

The paw-print reads: Sköll
Old enough to have: Walked with the vikings
Nameday: Stefan - December 26
Cause for celebration: Pack leader
My kin: Himmelsk / Heavenly
In short: Loyal, clever, furtive, wise, hard-working
Second Place: None as of now
History repeats itself: None as of now
Flying my flag: goldenrod & dimgray
Sounds of the forest: Svart Djup
Gud: Snoot ; omgDETHKLOKK


" nu lyfts värdet mot himmelens rand. "

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Howdy ho, my lovelies. Snoot here. : D I've pulled together a quick profile for our wonderful roleplay~ And hopefully, we can do this at school, LOL. Where I can actually talk you through filling it out.
This profile uses BBC (Bulletin Board Code). Information can be found here. Maybe you've had some experience with it before? o _o; If not, and you would like some help, just ask me. Send me the information and I can fill it in for you.
I would absolutely love it if you used PHOTOGRAPHS OF WOLVES ONLY! No artwork. Although it is totally sexy, it's just not the most realistic thing to base off of.
Please note : Parts of mine are in Swedish (quote, "Gud" at the bottom, name, and pack). I'm looking for you to be creative with things like those! If you want, you can use Google Translate to translate the words into other languages. **THIS DOES NOT WORK FOR LONG PHRASES** Google Translate is very literal. 'Svart Djup' translates to 'Deep Black' using GT, whereas those of you who listen to Finntroll would know that in the song it means 'Dark Depths.' Keep in mind that there is sometimes one foreign word for more than one English word (ex. Himmelsk, the Swedish word for Heavenly, could also be used as 'Celestial').
>> The last size 10 word with a colon after it should be 'Gud'. This means 'God'. Feel free to use another language (English, French, Greek, etc.) depending on where your wolf is from.
>> Where it says 'Old Enough to Have:', this should be a historical event or time period. I used 'Walk with Vikings' because my wolf is from Sweden. However, you should use something from where your wolf is from (Ex. English: followed the Navajo).
You can decorate your image here or here. You must save it to your computer in order to upload to either of these websites -- Photobucket requires membership. If you need help or want me to do this for you, just ask. ; )
Hopefully, you know what alt codes are. If not, I'm sure this website can help. To insert one, you could copy and paste the symbol, or press alt + the number beside the symbol. (ex. ♥ = alt + 3)
Namedays are explained below in the code. This website can help you find a day. These are only Swedish, however. Feel free to just use the birthday.
I'm sure I'm boring you to death by now. D: So I'll just let you get to filling it out. If you have any questions or concerns, you can pm me here on Gaia, ask me at school, or e-mail me at [e-mail]
<3 SNOOT ; omgDETHKLOKK

COPY WHAT IS INSIDE THE GRAY BOX AND PASTE IT IN MICROSOFT WORD OR ANOTHER POST IN THIS FORUM. THEN FILL IT OUT.

[imgright]reasonably sized picture goes here[/imgright][list][list][list][size=15][b][color=postingcolor1][[/color][/b][color=postingcolor2] [color=postingcolor1][u][color=dimgray]NAME[/color][/u][/color][/color] [b][color=postingcolor1]][/color][/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color][color=[pstingcolor1][u][color=postingcolor2]the wolf that...(put something interesting here ex. "Fought the shadows."[/color][/u][/color] [color=postingcolor1]pretty icon here (use alt codes!) I've sent you a link to a site that has a good guide.[/color]

[size=10][color=[postingcolor2]The paw-print reads: [color=postingcolor1]name[/color]
Old enough to have: [color=postingcolor1]put something cool here (ex. seen the sun of a thousand days)[/color]
Nameday: [color=postingcolor1]Us Scandinavians celebrate name days, much like the Catholic saint's days. For example, someone with the name Stefan would celebrate his name day on December 26. In this case, however, we're using it as a birthday. I've sent you a link to a site with different name days.[/color]
Cause for celebration: [color=postingcolor1]position in the pack (ex. Alpha male, Alpha female, Beta Male, Beta Female, etc.)[/color]
My kin: [color=postingcolor1]clan, pack, or tribe name. Choices will be coming soon![/color]
In short: [color=postingcolor1]five adjectives to describe your wolf.[/color]
Second Place: [color=postingcolor1](in my heart!) mate's name here, if none, put N/A[/color]
History repeats itself: [color=postingcolor1](with a new generation!) children here, If none, put N/A[/color]
Flying my flag: [color=postingcolor1]posting colors here[/color]
Sounds of the forest: [url=link to video/audio][color=postingcolor2][u][color=postingcolor1]theme song (This will be a clickable URL if filled out correctly![/color][/u][/color][/url]
(READ ABOVE): [color=postingcolor1]nickname ; username[/color]

[align=center][size=15][b][color=postingcolor1]"[/color][/b] quote here [b][color=postingcolor1]"[/color][/b][/size][/color][/align]

The finished product should look a little like this!

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http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/b130edd8baa75a5e0257ac4d6ebc37f7.jpg

mathias ezekiel dumas
( sloth sings the siren's song )
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