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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:09 pm
✔Candace 'Candie' Elaine Killian✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ 17 ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ Female ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Males ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ Human. . for now. ;D ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 5'4" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 112 lbs ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ Running □ Dancing □ Beaches □ Pancakes ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ Causing a problem ■ Being surrounded ■ Death ■ Heights ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ C A N D I E ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
Candace was a family name, passed down to each new generation of the Killian family tree. My great grandmother went by Daisy, although no body really knew how she got Daisy from Candace. My aunt Candace called herself Candid, since that was what her father called her when she was a little girl. The name had been around since my anscestors - well at least that's what my mom claims. She said that it's a great name, and anyone should be proud to wear it. But, I don't see the difference, a name's just a name, Right? Well, ever since I started school, people have called me Candie. But I'm not protesting, at least I don't have to walk around with the 'proud' title of Candace. I prefer being called Candie, it suits me better. I should probably tell you more about my life, instead of boring you with the origin of my name. Hmm, well I can start with the fact that I live with my mom and only my mom. My dad passed away before I could walk, his health was bad. He was very sick with cancer, and wasn't getting any better. So he came home to be comfortable in the company of his lovely wife, and adoring baby. My mom said he was too sick to even cradle me in his arms. After he died, me and Mom went to live with my Grandma Leissa. (Another family name) She let us live with her for a few years, before she asked us if we would be okay to find ourselves a house. We agreed, giving my grandmother the space much needed, and moved into an apartment in Florida. We weren't too very far from Grandma Leissa. My mom couldn't bare to be seperated from the only family we knew. But eventually, we moved again. Only this was a more rescent move.
We moved to a small town on the outskirts of New York. The buildings weren't quite as high, and the weather always seemed dark. I didn't mind it though, it was better than the scorching heat of Florida. Once my mom and I were settled, I was enrolled in Jefferson High School. My first few days were bumpy, but I settled in over the next few days. I had no new friends, and usually sat alone at a table in the corer for lunch. Periodically, I would catch a few people staring at me. But I didn't mind, I've never really had any friends to call my own at my old school either. After my first couple of weeks in the school, I developed a routine. Go to class in the morning, sit by myself of course. During lunch, eat as little as possible, and isolate myself. And then carry on the rest of my day alone once again. Solitude was always easy though. Most of my time is spent walking bare foot on the beach. It's my most favorite place to really think about my perspective on life, and my way of living it.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Naturally, I'm a very outspoken character. My life is lived in utter quietness, and I prefer it that way. Comotion always ends up causing drama. I'm completely helpless when it comes to certain situations, although I love danger. It really gets my adrenaline going, and the rush always feels fantastic. My mind is very fragile to say the least. My thoughts linger on fantasy related things, and I think how I want to. There comes a certain point, when I'm given to much of a shock, and I have a little mental break down. I'm pretty much a sweet girl, with a big heart. And my big heart leads me to be a hopeless romantic that daydreams about love and other mushy things.Pathetic. I know.
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
iSmartiepantz
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 7:55 am
✔Trey Ira Vidavscius✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ Eighteen ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ Male ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Girls ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ Werewolf ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 6'1" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 162lbs ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ Running □ Reading □ Wolf Form □ The beach and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ Vampires ■ Being unable to protect the one I love ■ Blood ■ Death/Killing ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ Past Self ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
My past....where should I start? It's not much of a past really. I was born into a werewolf family, but it took shorter for me to be able to change than most. I wasn't born as the alpha of the family, but it was close enough. I loved my family, especially our youngest sister, Ace. She was a sweet little thing. We were only five years apart, and we were the closest. Despite the fact that we're part wolves, our parents don't breed a litter of children like they do, but we were obviously enough for them. But my current situation didn't start there, oh no. It was much, much later.
We had gathered into our own mini-pack, the five of us werewolves, me, Ace, Rumor __(Werewolf 1)__, and __(Werewolf 2)__ and gone out into the woods. We were old enough, in the werewolf mind, to go out and go check out on a rumor that vampires had been swarming on our territory, killing off humans. It was our first mistake choosing to go alone, only the five of us, none of us with enough experience to do so. We weren't even close. Long story short, we were caught unprepared, and Ace was lost in the fray. She sacrificed herself to let everyone else run and tell the elders. I didn't stop searching for her. Until a week later, we found her body, Rumor and I. It wasn't a pretty sight. I could hardly recognize her, but it was definitely her scent.
Since then, I've blamed myself for not being able to protect her, since Rumor had been hurt and I was the second in command. They were all in my protection, and I failed to protect her. She was my sister. My only sibling. And I left her there to die. I know I should have gone back, but I didn't. I was a coward.
Then, our family moved from our original home. We ended up at our current hometown, on the outskirts of New York. It was hard enough trying to forget the past. But fitting in with a school full of humans? Not really my thing. Not when the pain was still so fresh. It didn't help that we were enrolling with vampires. Even thought I try my best not to judde them just because they're vampires. They weren't the ones who killed Ace. It had been my fault...all mine...
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
I'm protective of my pack, more so ever since Ace died. I try not to judge at first sight, especially with vampires, and it's a difficult feat, but at least I can keep my head the most. I'm kind to most people, and at least try to be friendly, but it's hard putting on a happy act when I'm bleeding from the inside....Ace used to tell me that I was sweet. I wonder if she'd think that now. Rumor tells me I'm sarcastic when I'm snappy. I think of myself as quiet and the least social of the pack, other than to Rumor and the others. I usually put the blame of things on me; when someone gets hurt, when they do things without permission, when someone dies and I was there, unable to do anything about it....Rumor is like an elder sister to me, but nothing she can say can help the hole in my heart that can never be filled...
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
Hunter Crawl
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:26 pm
✔Nessa Kirei Celadon✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ 17 ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ Female ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Male ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ Werewolf ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 5'5" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 115 lbs ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ Fruity Candy □ Piano □ Colorful Nail Polish □ Video Games ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ Chocolate ■ Coffee ■ Deep Water ■ Anyone who threatens her family/friends ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ ✖ || ✖ || ✖ ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
My parents always told me that I was special, that I was the ray of hope in their life, and that was why they had adopted me when I was just a baby. My mother and father couldn’t have children because my mother was infertile. They both had decided to adopt me and thus our family was complete. The younger years of my life were precious and heartwarming, memories that I hang on to everyday of my life.
Everything had changed when I was six, my mother had become pregnant. They both had believed it was a miracle. I was also happy for them at the time. When my younger brother, Xander was born both of my parents were in high spirits. That was when I started noticing that I looked different from them, my mother, father and brother both had blonde hair and green eyes, while I had black hair and brown eyes. I was really was an outsider in my own family. But I tried to stay away from those thoughts, I had to be happy for my parents they finally had a child of their own. Or so I thought.
After three years passed, my father started noticing that Xander did not take after him in anyway. The truth was soon revealed that my father had been the infertile one and that my mother was fertile. She had cheated on and lied to my father. That was when they started fight a lot more. I had spent countless nights huddling with Xander with my hands over his ears while I heard screaming and the shattering of glass. Why had my parents stayed together? I had no idea, maybe it was for us kids, or maybe they had thought they would learn to forgive each other someday. I had taken responsibility and took care of Xander. Even if he wasn’t my blood family, I still loved him like a little brother. He needed someone there for him more than I did. I had to stay strong for him even when I was at my weakest.
When I turned 14, that was when something happened that completely changed my world. Most kids at 14 go through puberty, well I did that and I also change into a werewolf. It had been hard to deal with on my own, I was fighting the change, I had no idea why I was changing or even how but I didn’t want to. One day when I felt myself transforming, I ran into the woods to hide. Fighting the transformation was a risky choice that I didn’t know then that had almost killed me that day until the others had found me. By others I mean the other werewolves. They had known what I was the first time that they had seen me. They saved my life and taught me about the changes I was going through.
Presently, I’m now 17, still a werewolf and proud of it. My group of werewolf friends are like a second family to me and I love them dearly. I had found out a while back that there were vampires at the same school as we went to. I usually leave them alone if they leave my friends and family alone. But for some reason, my curiosity compels me to one of them.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Even after all the hardships I have gone through I’m still a very optimistic person. I believe I can achieve anything I set my heart on, and that thought has yet to fail me. I’m very caring when it comes to others, I’ve gone through experiences that I believe some shouldn’t. I want to be there for others when they need someone, and I’m not afraid to show it. The others usually say that I am very naïve, I suppose that is somewhat true when it comes to trusting others. I will acknowledge it myself, that I trust others a bit too easily. But my argument is why shouldn’t I trust someone who I have no reason not to trust? I rest my case. I’m also very gutsy, I’m not scared to stand up for what I believe in, or to stand up to or for others. It doesn’t matter if the person I am against is three times as big as me, I will stand with my head held high and give them something to be scared of. Many would say I have a pure and innocent feeling about me. Maybe it’s because I believe or see the good of others, or maybe it’s because I’ve never had a romantic relationship with anyone my whole life and know nothing of that kind of stuff. What am I, a modern day Mother Teresa?
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
Y u n i e E t h e r e a l
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 3:24 pm
✔Rumor Jean Young✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ Nineteen ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ Female ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Men ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ Werewolf ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 5'7" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 125 ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ Solitude □ Organization □ Running □ The smell of pine trees ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ Disagreements ■ Moody people ■ Vampires ■ Threats ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ xXx - xXx - xXx ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
I grew up in a family of werewolves, yet I was so different from my siblings. One reason being that I was the only girl of three boys, and nother being that I seemed more fit in my own skin. What I mean by this is that I seemed to be more okay with accepting what I was. It all started with my eldest brother, Jonah. My parents had rooted us in a small human town, and decided that they would send their first born into the human school, just to see how easily they could blend in amongst them. Well, Jonah spent a lot of his time with the humans, making friends with them. One human, a girl, he seemed to be more than friends with. Although our father discouraged it, Jonah's crush blossomed into love. He began to hate what he truly was, what he turned into. A 'monster', he called himself, he called us. He ran away when he was seventeen, I was thirteen at the time, and we never heard of him again. My two other brothers, Greg and Will, who are both older than me, also began to have mixed feelings about the blood that ran through their veins. But I, oddly, was okay with being a werewolf, a... monster. I felt special, being something different in this world the humans think normal. I, actually, do not like humans very much. They're too frail, weak for my taste. And I'm always uncomfortable in my human form, more used to my strong, wolf limbs.
Greg and Will went off to a human college, hoping to lead normal lives in the midst of their racely difference, and I actually found others of my kind. We became a pack, myself, Trey, Nessa, and the others. Trey's little sister, Ace, was among us, too. She was a sweet little thing, the sister I never had, and Trey the brother I wish I had. I was never really close to my real siblings, you see, so my pack was like a whole new family. One day, after hearing a rumor that vampires had been seen in our territory, we went into the forests the survey the area. It was all my fault, what happened that day... We shouldn't even had been there, checking on something that wasn't our business, but I was curious, and angry at the fact that those filthy vampires would even place a foot within our soil... We were caught off guard, and little Ace gave up her life for us to run away and tell the elders. During the scuffel, I had been ganged up on, and they nearly broken my leg before Trey saved me. So we escaped, leaving Ace behind... Trey and I searched for her, only to find her mangled body weeks later. I felt terrible... I feel terrible. It was all my fault...
Soon after that, the pack moved on to a new home, and we were enrolled into a human school. But we weren't alone. Vampires were there, too. Oh... Just the thought of them makes me so enraged, I nearly shift! I know they aren't the ones responsible for Ace's death, but if one of them gets close to me...
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
I'm a complicated thing, for I don't like to show too much emotion, though I'm not afraid to show my affections for my family and close ones. I'm very protective of my pack, and can get violent when angered, for I'm a bit of a spitfire. I'm very stubborn, and opinionated, for I liked to have my way, though I'm not spoiled, if that makes sense? I'm also kind of jumpy, and don't like to be touched. To strangers, I might seem a little cold and unapproachable, but to my family and pack, I'm very kind and understanding. I also have a thing for jumping to conclusions. I'm brave, and unafraid of what others might think of me, and very athletic, though I don't try out for team things unless it's with one of my pack members. I can be quiet at times, for I like to think, which leads me to zoning out of conversations from time to time. I only allow my pack members and family to call me Rue.
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
lilMsRandumbSQUIRREL
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 7:25 pm
✔Ansel Juliet Thomas✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ sixteen! ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ cute little girly! ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Gimme those boys! ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ vampire *hiss* ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 4' 11" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 103 ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ My brothers □ Singing □ cute clothing and bows □ bright colors ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ When my brothers are disappointed in me ■ Being talked down to ■ Sweet guys (I like my bad boys wink much to the disappointment of my brothers) ■ Werewolves *Ick* ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ ♥ ♥ ♥ ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
Up until I had been changed I lived a pretty normal life with my parents and two elder brothers. We lived a modest life in a little country side house. I remember it was always filled with laughter and fun times. I'm surprised I can remember it all as if it were yesterday. In fact it was so long ago that no one that we knew back then would even be alive right now.
The day that it happened was when I had just turned sixteen. My family decided to have a little party outside just for us. We ate dinner and laughed. Even though we had no money to be buying such things, my mama surprised me with a wonderful home made birthday cake and we ate until none of us could move. The rest of the night was filled with singing and dancing. Jokes and laughter. However as the night descended upon our little party and we were packing everything up to take back into the house, I heard a horrible low growl coming from the forest. I didn't even have time to scream or turn around to run to my family. I heard the terrible choking sounds of my parents as they took their last breath and the yelling of my brothers saying, "Run Juliet! Julie!" I turned around to face them but fell to my knees in the blood stained grass to see my parents gazing at me with dead eyes and their throats ripped clean out. Their hands were directed at me as if they had both made to run to me. Tears fell from my face and I held my hands up to it and screamed bloody murder. My brothers both tried to make their way towards me but I had to watch as something unseen took them and did the same thing as they had to my parents except he did not even kill them. He just left them there to die slowly, choking for air. The dark and beautiful man came towards me and took me up in his arms. I didn't do anything and just passed out there in his arms but not in time for I still felt the pain as his teeth came in contact with my skin.
The next thing I knew I had awoken in a bed that was not my own for it was much too soft. My throat felt dry and tight. A burning sensation accompanied it and I had to grasp at it in pain only to find that it was completely healed. A moment later the same man who had killed my family came in with a cup of red liquid that smelled heavenly. I drank of it until there was nothing else left. I had no questions for him for I knew what I had become. I cried, fearful of being the only one of my family still alive. When the door opened a second time I saw a most wonderful sight. My brothers running towards me to hug me. I was so happy! The years passed as we lived with this man. I even changed my name to Ansel to forget about my past. We all refused to drink human blood like he wanted us to because we remembered too strongly the faces of our dead parents. Now he wants to send us to a school full of the terrible temptations. Not to mention a pack of smelly old werewolves. Now my brother has a crush on a human and I'm not too sure how I feel about that.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Ansel is a very energetic and happy go lucky person. She hates to see her brothers down and is always jumping around hoping to spur them into a smile or laugh. Her batteries never seem to run out even when it is obvious that she is on the brink of exhaustion. She is a cute little thing and loves girly items like dresses and bright colors. She loves to get all dressed up for no reason at all and has the cutest little giggle and smile of any other girl her age. She acts that way because she remembers how her father used to fawn all over her when she did so. In a way she can be very manipulative but she tries not to do that a lot. Her manipulative ways help her to get whatever she wants and when she doesn't get her way she tends to become very hot-tempered. She will scream and cry throwing a complete temper tantrum in which she must be calmed down before she goes into a complete blood lust where she kills any thing and every thing in her path. She is also very mischievous and likes to cause trouble for her brothers for a bit of a laugh on her part. She always apologizes afterwards though and they can't help but forgive her.
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
HatterHarleyQuinn
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 3:09 pm
✔Jamie Heath Quinn✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ 18 ↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ Very Much Male ; ) ↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ Girls ; ) ↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ Werewolf ↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 6'2" ↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 161 lbs. ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ Neon Colors □ Running □ Flirting □ Anything Food Related ↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ The Cold ■ Know it alls ■ Akward moments ■ Mushy Romance Movies ↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ x x x ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
I'm unsure why you would want to read about my past, but since your here I'll fill you in on the main details. My dad was totally insane, or so we all thought. When me and my brothers were younger, he used to ramble on and on about 'Werewolves' and 'Vampires'. Antonio, my oldest brother, was the only one who believed him. So me and Brandon stuck together, afraid we would be next to be transfixed in his tall tales. It was already too late for Chase, because he was the next victum - and the second oldest. My mother left my dad after I was born. I guess she saw the crazy finally ignite in him, and took off without another backwards look at her boys. I'm the youngest of three older brothers. But I'm certainly not the smallest. I have at least a good four inches on each of them. But we don't know how we got so tall, my mom was only about 5'3" and my dad's around 5'7". Anyways, back to my dad. He ended up getting all of my brothers to believe his stories, leaving me unbelieving. I finally realized that his stories were true, when I turned thirteen. I was the youngest of all my brothers when I. . 'Transformed'. At first I thought I was just sick. My body temperature was over 100, yet my father refused to take me to the doctors. My illness lasted about a week, until my father and brothers pulled me from the house, and took me deep into the forest. For a while I was confused. My whole body felt like it was tearing apart for what seemed like hours. Antonio told me it only lasted fifteen minutes. I was sure he was lying. . After the tearing subsided, I felt a new pain. It felt like a thousand needles were breaking through my skin, it felt like my limbs were being stretch, and it felt like my bones were being rearranged. When it was over, I had changed into a giant Wolf. My initial feelings weren't too sure, but after a while of prancing around in my wolf body, I absolutely loved it. After that day, I listened to Everything my father had to say. . .
I have no clue why my father insisted on transferring schools, but we did. And there, we found other werewolves my age. My brothers had all grown up, and formed their own pack in another district swarming with Blood Suckers. They were forced to leave me behind, because I wasn't twenty yet, and that was the age limit in their pack. So I joined another pack, one in Jefferson County. We became very close, a lot like a family would. Although there was only four of us, we were pretty badass. And any vampire that even tried to mess with us, or the humans of our district, had better watch their backs.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Jamie is the bravest kid in the pack. Dare him to do something, and he'll do it easily. He's not afraid of a good fight, and never let's a challenge go to waste. He's very loyal. Once he makes a promise, he'll stick with it - even if it results in death. His energy level is always sky high, and he can brighten up anyone's day just by smiling. Jamie is a very good smooth talker, and his favorite past time is flirting with the local ladies. It may be just a joke, or it may not. He's a very adoring kind of guy, and he can get very serious when the situation calls for it. And lastly, Jamie Heath Quinn, is very stubborn. ; )
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
iSmartiepantz
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:43 pm
✔Elias Hunter Thomas✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ seventeen↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ male↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ female↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ vampire↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ six-foot-even↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 160++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ my little sister and older brother□ writing□ blood□ messing with people↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ dogs■ the boys my sister likes■ reading■ when people mess with me↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ є ʆ ɪ α ѕ ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
My life growing up was unbelievably calm. I lived in a small house with my little sister and older brother along with our parents. I don't remember it as well as the other two; in fact, in times of doubt, I ask my sister to tell me stories of back then to see if I can trigger any worthwhile memories, but the only thing I ever see when she speaks of our parents is blood. But even that memory is a haze. I had hardly remembered that it was night-time when it happened, mostly because everything looked brighter after the venom started to take effect. I've always had a terrible memory, but this goes beyond that.
I remember being infuriated past the pain of turning. My brother and I weren't able to protect our sister. The pain paled in comparison to the hatred I felt toward whoever was doing this, especially since I had no doubt that it wasn't going to leave my sister be. Whatever happened in the moments after that are all a blur of bleak scenes streaked with blue and red.
I was the first to wake up, but my brother was a very close second. As soon as I had opened my eyes, a man walked in the room with a large cup of a liquid I had no trouble identifying. At first, I refused to drink it. The back of my throat itched and burned with desire toward the fluid, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The man insisted for several minutes before I reluctantly agreed and guzzled the blood with more haste than I thought I would, but I still wasn't happy about it.
Then I remembered my sister. I had to see that she was alright. The man told me to wait a bit longer, and I think it was almost an hour before he let me see her. When we first opened the door to her quarters, we saw her crying. It was heartbreaking. But the sight of us halted her tears and we rushed to embrace her, thankful she was alive. Well, for the most part, she was still alive.
My brother, sister, and I all don't drink human blood. The man raised us not to, but sometimes I talk to Ansel about switching. I don't like animal blood, and with the memory of my parents fading, I'm finding that I don't have as much of a problem with the thought of taking human lives. We are vampires; it's what we do. But she still tries to convince me otherwise. I always try to keep Ansel happy, which is probably the only reason I don't switch. Keeping her happy is also the only reason I call her Ansel when she can hear, although I much prefer to call her Juliet. The past she tries so desperately to forget is the past that I long to remember as she does.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Well, my personality is less than to be desired. Even before I turned, I was reclusive. Ansel always tries to replace the bitterness I hold, but her energy is sometimes just a pesky annoyance when she begins to attempt too strongly. I never hold it against her; I know she's just trying to help, but I'm really just a little jealous of her happiness. Sometimes I even feign it just for her and give her the idea that I am improving, but when I'm alone, the bitterness returns.
There's no doubt of my insensitivity. I won't sugarcoat anything. The world is a horrible, horrible place filled with horrible, horrible people. Life sucks, and then you die. Well, if you're lucky, you die. Don't ask me about happiness and my opinions, because I surely won't give you the answer you want. My siblings are the only ones who aren't bothered with my straightforwardness. Everyone else can just suck it up and grow thicker skin.
Despite the bitter, reclusive insensitivity, there's a part of me I always hide. I'm truthfully a very romantic person. Always have been. I think Ansel saw it once when I was with a girl I liked before we turned, but I can't be sure. She didn't tell me if she did or not. But since becoming a vampire, it's changed a little. Things I thought were romantic before aren't anymore. Now it's darker, and I think it has to do with the folklore that vampires were beautiful to make seduction easier. It's shifted my mind a little, so I try to stay away from women who aren't my sister lest I do anything I'll regret.
Oh, and just a side note: none of my piercings are real, and I only use temporary hair dyes so that I can change my look on short notice. I hate staying the same too long, so I'm always changing.
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
Torza Darqyx
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 2:33 pm
✔Dante Edward Thomas ✔ ｒｅａｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｐｓ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++↳ AGE IS JUST A N U M B E R↲ eighteen↳ YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU A R E UNTIL YOU DECIDE WHERE YOU W A N T TO BE↲ male↳ LIFE GOES ON↲ female↳ REALITY IS N O T FOR M E↲ vampire↳ i SHOOT to INSPIRE↲ 6"2↳ I BECAME insane WITH LONG INTERVALS OF sanity↲ 163 lbs.++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｄｅｌａｃａｃｉｅｓ↷ ENJOY THE little THINGS IN LIFE↶ □ reading□ writing□ hunting□ my family↷ H O R R I B L E↶ ■ idiots■ wasted blod■ distractions & interruptions■ temptation↷ I AM WHO I AM↶ a sketch ++Do-not-erase++ｔｈｅ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｍｅ++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢EVERY l i f e HAS A s t o r y.⇠
In the beginning, my brother, my sister, and I lived serenely in a small house with our parents. I was born the eldest of three siblings, with Elias being the middle and Ansel the youngest. As the role of eldest sibling, I easily took on the role of the protector and the guardian. When our parents weren't around, I would take care of them and watch over them, much what I do to this very day. In those days, life was beautiful and wonderful. I couldn't remember a better time.
It was the day of Ansel's sixteenth birthday when the man came. We were spouting all sorts of revelry outside, laughing and singing and dancing. Even now, it seems like the memory of some lovely dream. Mother had made a birthday cake for Ansel. It was wonderfully delicious and we filled our bellies with it until bursting. Then, we proceeded to go inside, having packed everything up prior. A growl reverberated from the nearby underbrush, animal-like but...not. The protective instinct in me rose and my brother and I called out to our sister to run. Before I knew what was happening. a beautiful man loped over the ground in easy strides, took the lives of our parents, and fixed his malevolent eyes on us. He captured my sister, who soon became unconscious, in his arms. Soon, I too blacked out as a pair of canines dug into my wrist..
I didn't know the date or the hour, but I remember waking up with a cup of warm, thick liquid pressing at my lips. At the same time, I noticed a fiery burn singing the back of my palate. The cup was insistent. Finally, I opened my mouth and allowed the warm liquid to flow in. I drank it greedily. All too soon I realized that the familiar copper taste was that of blood. I was tempted to throw it up, but the person who fed me, the same beautiful man, held my jaw in place. I realized what I had become: a bloodthirsty vampire.
After I had recovered from the initial shock of being turned, my brother, who had been in the same room, and I searched for our sister. Poor little Ansel was spouting tears like a fountain. My heart broke instantly at the sight; Elias and I rushed to embrace her. I hugged the two tightly to me, vowing to protect them with all my being. I shouldn't have allowed something like to happen and I wouldn't let it happen ever again.
Our kind sire raised us not to drink human blood, but there is some deeper part of me that longs for it. For my siblings, I refuse to touch the stuff. All too vividly do my human memories return to me with the sharpest accuracy. I will not strip others of the chance of life like our sire did.
⇢IT'S PERSONALITY THAT c a p t u r e s THE HEART⇠
Dante is quiet and withdrawn except in the presence of his siblings, and with good reason, too. The death of his parents and the danger his siblings were in has led him to believe their fate was his fault. So, he has become slightly depressed and even more protective of his siblings than before. Very rarely does he smile, but, when he does, it is like the sun shining through the clouds at the end of a storm. He is constantly measuring and weighing his actions to be a good role model for his siblings.
⇢PEOPLE ARE PUPPETS, HELD together WITH S T R I N G⇠
Evoblack
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