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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 5:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 5:56 pm
 | My name is: |
-Isabelle Marie Antoinette -
| But I also answer to: |
-Izzy-
| Always the obvious: |
-Female-
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
-Why choose? (Bisexual)-
| It's rude to ask: |
-Eighteen, baby!-
| It's marked on the calendar: |
-June Thirteenth-
| Charm is deceptive: |
-Original hair color- Chocolate brown
Eye color- Brown
Height- Five feet and five inches (Add about three when I wear heels)
Weight- Around one hundred and ten or something like that
Several piercings in multiple places on her ears, face, and stomach. -
| What makes me different from others: |
-Let's just say that I drink lots, party hard,and don't give out.-
| I say "yes" to: |
-Rainy nights
Dying her hair
Fashion
Shopping online
Japanese anime
Her homies yo-
| I say "no" to: |
-To much walking
Icky food
Haterz
Bad music (Like country)
Sour stuff
Pain-
| I stay away from: |
-SPIDERS! They ******** freak me out, so don't you dare make fun of me!-
| A brief glimpse of me: |
-It all started at my birth when the doctors accidentally dropped me... Not really, I just like to think that that is why I grew up strangely. Yeah, I had normal parents that were perfectly normal with their mediocre jobs and all over bleh personalities, but when I was just a child, I began to act strangely. As soon as I was thirteen, I got my ears pierced, then began begging for more piercings. I really liked them, and that's what led to hair dye. I found body alteration axhilarating, so I pushed my parents to let me begin dying my hair. At the age of sixteen, they let me begin the process of becoming a freak. It was addicting. Pretty soon I was dying my hair funky colors right and left and there was nothing that my parents could do about it. Mwahahahaha!
Then someone ended up dead. Not because of me, of course, but I did get pulled into it when the hate list was found. I was devastated. My parents turned their backs on me and I had to move across town to live my my older sister, Violet. She believed me when I told her it wasn't me and she was pretty much the only one in my family that did. That's why I love her. Anyway, I guess that's about it. -
| Role: |
-The Dye Addict-
| The voice inside my head: |
-T O X I C x L O V E L Y-
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 7:20 pm
 | My name is: |
-Marcus Avery Wolfe-
| But I also answer to: |
-Mark, Wolfy-
| Always the obvious: |
-Male-
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
-Females-
| It's rude to ask: |
-Nineteen-
| It's marked on the calendar: |
-January thirtieth-
| Charm is deceptive: |
-Eye color: Gray
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 124lbs
Several horisontal scars on both wrists, small burn marks on arms and legs, small, straight scar on left cheek.-
| What makes me different from others: |
-I'm nice when I have to be, but otherwise couldn't care less. Anyway, if there's fire and maybe booze, I'm there. Bonfires=fun.-
| I say "yes" to: |
-Fire
A good song
Drawing
Writing
Reading
His knife
Rain-
| I say "no" to: |
-The way the world works
Jocks
Arguing
crowds-
| I stay away from: |
-Really high places. Especially when I can't see the bottom.-
| A brief glimpse of me: |
-I guess my parent could be considered 'hippies,' with all their creativity and 'Earth friendly' stuff. They let me do what I want, and always have. I had decent friends in elementary school, and had a pretty normal life back then. That was a better time. But then mom got sick. Cancer, the doctor said. The irony is, that was her Zodiac sign, Cancer the crab. Anyway, that's when I started to throw myself into my art, poetry, and music, in her memory. I fell in with some of the 'wrong' people. That's where the pyromania started up. My knife help the feelings, sometimes. I'll say no more about that.
I have friend who understand where I come from now. They don't judge me, or anyone else in our group. Not to their face anyway. We made up a list. Just for fun, you know. But someone took it too far. Wasn't me, of course. My knife has never parted any skin but my own. That didn't stop the cops from being suspicious of me. My dad is concerned. For all of us.-
| Role: |
-Emo Boy-
| The voice inside my head: |
-Bluewolf675-
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 8:22 pm
 | My name is: |
Sephia May Blackwood
| But I also answer to: |
May
| Always the obvious: |
I'm a female, duh!
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
Hmm, straight
| It's rude to ask: |
Eighteen bitchz
| It's marked on the calendar: |
January 23rd
| Charm is deceptive: |
My lovely black hair that goes past my shoulders with lovely blue. Can't have black all the time.
Five foot, eight inches. Yep that's how tall I am.
I weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds. Not that it matters.
I have these bright blue eyes but I tend to wear color contacts. Don't even think my friends know my true eye color.
Other than my lip and my ears that's the only metal in me.
| What makes me different from others: |
Quiet and a little cold. I'm not shy and quick to give my opinion. I can be rude and stuck up sometimes, and trust me I will kick your butt. I do have a weak spot and that's my friends. Sometimes they can be annoying to a point were I want to scream, but I love them. I can be crazy and just go all out when I want to. I'm usually the one just sitting there not caring, but sometimes you better watch out. I like to get things done, so with me no messing around.
| I say "yes" to: |
Metal Music, actually most music but metal the most.
B L A C K
Manga
Cup cakes
Masks
Fish net
Cats
Sour candy
| I say "no" to: |
Spicy food
R A P !!!
Drugs
Lack of sleep
People who think they know everything
| I stay away from: |
Fires. My mother died in one and I don't want the same thing to happen to me.
| A brief glimpse of me: |
When I was young my parents were an okay couple. They fought more than they should, but it wasn't anything to terrible were it left me emotionally scarred. There was this time where I had to live with my grandmother for a little bit, but it was because of their jobs. I think that's what they fought about. Anyways when I was about fourteen my mother died in a fire. Thing is I was in the building too when it was on fire. She ran to my room and managed to get me out, but she didn't make it out in time. I can still hear the screams coming from that house. Father wasn't really the same after that. I had to live with my grandmother most of the time until she died. Then it was off to some boarding schools and now I'm basically on my own. Sure in good old dad's house, but he is never home. He tries to fill his life with work to forget about her. I miss her terribly for she always told me to be myself. So myself includes a lot of black, metal, creepiness, and a few dark deeds no big deal. At least I have friends who love me for me.
| Role: |
Goth Girl
| The voice inside my head: |
Nickelfrizz
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 8:23 pm
 | My name is: |
-Harleen Quinzel Jackson-
| But I also answer to: |
-Harley, Harley Quinn, Quinn-
| Always the obvious: |
-Female-
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
-Boys only for this chicky!-
| It's rude to ask: |
-17-
| It's marked on the calendar: |
-May 20-
| Charm is deceptive: |
-Eye color - Dark Brown
Height - hmm 5' 1"
Weight - 105
Left lip piercing and a small tattoo on her shoulder of a rose-
| What makes me different from others: |
-I'm quiet and a little shy but one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. I'm stubborn and love to dance and sing!-
| I say "yes" to: |
-big poofy hair
straighteners
my boyfriend
All kinds of colors
bows and ribbons
skinny jeans and sweaters-
| I say "no" to: |
-preps
Juice, diet soda only please
My hair in the morning
When people call me short-
| I stay away from: |
-The dark. Watched way too many horror movies to ever feel safe in the dark-
A brief glimpse of me: |
-I was born to a comic book loving nerdy couple. Seriously they are the coolest parents ever! I mean who can say that their parents named them after a villain in the batman comics? No one? Thought so. They are so chill with everything that I do but are strict when needed. We actually lived in England up until I started highschool so we all have a heavy English accent. I miss there. Back there I didn't get teased or bullied because of the way that I looked and the fact that I am kinda short with big hair. It was getting pretty bad when I started to let it get to me. I was actually pushed once and yelled at for being a freak and to get out of this other girl's way because apparently she just took up the hallway. Then he saved me. The greatest boy I could ever have the fortune to find. My now boyfriend who is basically the male version of me. I love him to death and can never see myself without him.
When the murder happened I couldn't believe that me and my group of friends were blamed. I mean they are such a good group of kids...well except maybe the goth girl and emo kid but they are certainly not capable of murder! In the midst of this new found confusion about who did it I started to notice the way my boyfriend started looking at one of our friends. I admit it's breaking my heart but I don't want to let this go. I want to hold on.-
| Role: |
-Scene Girl-
| The voice inside my head: |
-AngelMadHatterOfDarkness-
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:55 am
| My name is: |
-Sebastian Cathel Harlan-
| But I also answer to: |
- Sebby, Sebaschan, or Cay-
| Always the obvious: |
-I'm a boy, you can even check if you wanna ;3 -
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
-I'm bi, but taken by my chica right now. I wouldn't mind being the uke to some guy's seme tho ;x -
| It's rude to ask: |
- seventeen -
| It's marked on the calendar: |
- March 18th! -
| Charm is deceptive: |
- Let's see. I have veeery black hair, and pale skin.
I'm REALLY thin and pretty small at a height of 5' 4" and I only weight about 100 pounds, if that.
My eyes are really dark gray, and I dress in a weird mix of emo and scene styles. Band tees are my faves ;p
I have snakebites and a septum piercing, and a tattoo of a fleur de lis with a skull (MCR reference!) on the back of my neck-
| What makes me different from others: |
- I'm kinda bipolar, I guess. I have a shitton of mod swings, but most of the time, I'm hyper and fun-loving, a bit perverted, too. Also, kind of overly affectionate and clingy, I have my reasons. I try to act independent and badass, but 'm completely reckless and prone to danger, so my acting usually fails. Also, I'm a HUGE geek, I'm a master gamer and internet addict, and everyone says I'm really girly and cutesy, which has caused problems with the jock population....
| I say "yes" to: |
-Friends and fun!
Cute things
My girlie ;D
Drawing
Video games and internet
Sweets
Music-
| I say "no" to: |
- Using dirty needles ;P
Leftovers
Jerks and homophobes
My family-
| I stay away from: |
-Bugs and spiders
Being alone
Heights
Abuse-
| A brief glimpse of me: |
- I was born in NC, and lived in Oregon most of my life. I've never met my dad, he was supposedly a crazy pothead crimnal guy, and my mum doesn't like to talk about him - she remarried when I was about ten, a year before I moved to my current residence. Anyways, my 'family' is awful - my mum and stepdad don't give two rat's asses about me, and my older brother's already gone to college, my sister just ignores me. We're also kind of lower-lower class, so our tiny apartment is generally pretty empty. My life was more or less entirely awful for about three years, as my mum decided to 'homeschool' me (in other words, give me a stack of papers to work on and leave for her office job without so much as a 'goodbye), but right at the beginning of my freshman year, I convinced her to let me go to public school. Thank god for that.
Anyways, after that I met all my friends and my girlfriend, and life got a s**t-ton better. That is, until the murder.....-
| Role: |
-Scene boy-
| The voice inside my head: |
-De Los Muerte-
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 12:08 pm
 | My name is: |
Sean Laim Matthews
| But I also answer to: |
L, Matt
| Always the obvious: |
Male
| Despite this, I'm attracted to: |
Maybe straight but mostly asexual(most girls carry too much drama)
| It's rude to ask: |
18
| It's marked on the calendar: |
March 8
| Charm is deceptive: |
✗Three piercings... Duh
✗Shockig light blue eyes
✗A great smile, if you have the chance to see it
| What makes me different from others: |
Sometimes I'll stick up for others like me. Rarely though. I'm no softy, thats for sure.
| I say "yes" to: |
✗Metal and alternative music
✗Severe thunderstorms (Loves them)
✗Peace and quiet
✗Maybe a good book once in a while
| I say "no" to: |
✗Colorfully bright things
✗Preps and Jocks
✗Local athourities
✗Wanna be's
✗Sunburns from cloudless skies
| I stay away from: |
✗Drunk people, too many beat downs from one particular one.
| A brief glimpse of me: |
Most of the kids I know have relatively nice pasts, while me? Heh, I have probably the worst. When I was born into this world, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, they all blessed me hoping I would have a good smooth path to walk upon as I grew up. But alas, that didn't happen... You see when I was younger, I was quite happy, not one of the richest kids, nor the poorest. My parents had just enough money to get by with all three of us. And then my dad lost his job when I was about four. And that's when it started going oh so very much down hill from there.
At first my father searched for a new job to help my mother pay for our home and food and what not. Then as more stress piled on from not finding another job in this small town he began drinking. Alot. And with his drinking came my abuse. As I grew up, hiding bruises, pulling myself through broken ribs or arms, the beatings continued... They turned my outlook on the world black as a night with no moon and stars. And so as I entered High school I became even more of an outcast, hating those that picked on me, dispising those who thought it was fine to help me when obviously I am strong enough to deal with it.
My mother was somewhat nice but she couldn't take what was going on at home so she left, I can't really recall when she did it because I was the object of the man who sired me's anger. He was ticked that she had left him with a child to care for. But when sophmore year came around he was finally able to get a job and deflect his malicous intents to the factory job he now works at for at the least: 16 hours of the day, the rest he sleeps. So now I don't get beaten very often now, but as a precaution I've taken classes like boxing, tai chi, and other classes like those. So I know how to take some one down when I'm attacked.
| Role: |
The Killer
| The voice inside my head: |
iBondage00
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