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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:26 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:10 am
Daniel Smith "What did you say? Dark and mysteriously dangerous tunnel? I so wanna go in there biggrin " Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Daniel
➸ I have blown out these many candles: 18
➸ I blow them out on this day: November 3, 1992
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 5'11
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 197
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to females
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a male
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
Daniel comes off as a conceited b*****d to most people but he is far from it. Yes, he likes to know he looks good but his main priority is helping his friends. Only his very close friends truly know Daniel. He is kind and sweet and very protective of anyone that is important to him. Daniel loves to flirt and will flirt with most girls. Daniel is rather impulsive and curious, often leading him to partake in wonderful yet odd adventures. He doesn't complain though, he loves them. At times, he can come off as childish but Daniel knows when to be serious. Most people think he's stupid and are surprised when he scores pretty high on tests, his only problem is the evil M word . . . "MATH" *gasp*.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
Daniel was born and raised in this small town and he likes it. He always had it good, loving parents, financially stabled, the whole nine yards. Since he was a little boy, his father taught him sports. Daniel was always a natural, hand him a ball and he was great. He joined soccer teams in elementary school, baseball in middle and basketball&football in high school. Daniel loved the games and quickly became captain of basketball and quarterback of football. He found a small community center that needed voluntaries and was more than happy to help. Since then, he's taught kids to play basketball and such. Most see Daniel as a blockhead but he's actually rather intelligent. Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Adventures
✓ Any Form of Water
✓ High-Up Places
✓ Sports
✓ His Car
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Spiders
✗ Math
✗ Boring Days
✗ Hot Days
✗ Zuchini
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: None
The tune running through my head all day: Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson
I am a mere puppet... Romeo 1 ...with a master, one that I call "my lord..." Lycan Guardian Sylar
"So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just throw me down hard
And drown me in love"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:11 am
Alucard Torres "You're Never Truly Dead Until You're Forgotten" Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Alucard
➸ I have blown out these many candles: 18
➸ I blow them out on this day: September 14
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 5'11
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 179
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to females
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a male
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
Aelianus comes off as an a*****e. He is usually quiet, distant and staring out a window. He is a smartass and often comes off as the "bad boy" of his school. Due to this reputation, many expect him to fail and to be into drugs&alcohol and such. In truth, however, Aelianus is really a kind kid. He loves the rain and heights and when he is with someone he is really comfortable with, Aelianus is more calm and relaxed. He can be a goofball and is usually really fun to be around. One thing that he doesn't hide is his protectiveness of any female. If he sees a female getting hurt, regardless of the situation he will protect her. Aelianus is rather respectful and very bright. He could pass all of his classes with at least A-'s if he wanted to but hopes that due to his bad grades, maybe his parents will pay more attention to him.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
When Aelianus was born, he was subject to a lot of violence. His father constantly beat him and his mom until she gave birth to a second son. After that child came, Aelianus' father completely changed. This made Aelianus feel worthless. He accepted it however and continued to do more in school. As the years progressed, his mom popped out another two children and all attention to Aelianus was taken away. He barely even talks to his parents anymore. He started acting out at about 13, hoping it'd get him some attention. He continued on, wanting them to help him but they never did. Before long, it became who he was. Aelianus is even in danger of not graduating because of his attitude. He is very smart though and many of the teachers know that. He works nights at a local bar and goes to school all day so he doesn't have much of a life. Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Heights
✓ Outdoors
✓ Music
✓ Rain
✓ Playing the Piano
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Being Alone
✗ Seeing girls bullied
✗ Seeing girls upset
✗ Anything negative being done to a girl
✗ Drugs / Alcohol
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: None
The tune running through my head all day: Everything Burns ~ Ben Moody
I am a mere puppet...Male #2...with a master, one that I call "my lord..."Lycan Guardian Sylar
"[He] sits in [his] corner/Singing [himself] to sleep/Wrapped in all of the promises/That no one seems to keep "
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:13 am
Zaniel Braedon Jovanovich "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Alone. In my empty room. With an artist's block, an empty canvas, and lots of paint. ... Yeah." Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Zaniel Braedon Jovanovich
➸ I have blown out these many candles: Eighteen
➸ I blow them out on this day: December 25th
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 6'0"
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 152lbs
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to Females
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a Male
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
I'm a pretty understanding guy. I usually put others before me and make their interests my priority. I hate it when people close to me are hurt and I often lend my shoulder for them to cry on. I'm not a very social person, which is probably why I'm the only one in my group of friends who doesn't have a girlfriend, which often leads them to tease me about my sexuality. I swear, I'm straight. I often get inspiration at random times so I keep a camera or a sketchbook nearby all the time. I'm a rather friendly person, but I don't usually speak my mind and keep all my troubles to myself.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
I grew up in a loosely lumped together family. Well, that's what we called ourselves anyways. We were orphans. I had been dumped into the orphanage when I was just born and the orphanage raised me. We grew up together and became a rather odd bunch. I was the quietest of the group, but they never left me out. We were all targeted at school for being the kids without parents, but because we stuck together, we never really minded.
Now, growing up. That's a different story. We got older, and the others started noticing the opposite gender more. Hormones went flying and before we knew it, most of them had gotten themselves girlfriends. Then, before I knew it, I was the only one without one. Sure, it was okay for a while. We still hung out, still horsed around like we used to. But later on, things grew more difficult. They started wanting to spend time more with their girlfriends as well. That was when things turned really awkward. They'd bring their girlfriends over and I was the one without a date; the black sheep. I got used to it after a while, and started spending time by myself often. Alone. My art started becoming a bit dark, depressed. Sad. But I always kept up my act of being perfectly fine. Sometimes, I think it works a little too well... Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Art
✓ Photography
✓ Chess
✓ Rainstorms/Thunderstorms
✓ Reading
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Feeling left out
✗ Artist's block
✗ When my art betrays my real feelings
✗ Burdening others
✗ Friends getting hurt (physically and mentally)
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: I have a Siberian Husky I named Soul.
The tune running through my head all day: Dead - My Chemical Romance
I am a mere puppet... Boy 3 ...with a master, one that I call "my lord..." Hunter Crawl
"If life ain't a joke...then why are we laughing?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:27 am
Hannah Savannah Bayleigh "Your arrogance is bothering me, so go away. Kay thanks." Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Hanni Savanni Bayleigh
➸ I have blown out these many candles: 17
➸ I blow them out on this day: October 1st
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 5'2
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 109 lbs.
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to males
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a female
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
I've been told countless times that I'm a bit of a menace. I have my quirks about me that could cause some to just turn around and walk away before even meeting me. It's not my fault that I hate to be someone I'm not. If someone can't accept you for who you are, then that someone can go drive into a large body of water... Just kidding, I'm not that mean. Anyways, I've also been told that I happen to be quite the goofball, but I have yet to seen this statement proven. Despite my messy and non-conforming ways, I have to say I am no such thing as a goofball.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
When I was younger, I grew up with my mother and father. He was an author and she was a computer technician, with what computers they had back then. When I turned seven, my father disappeared. My mother and I had no idea where he went, but somehow his book became published. Mum tried to tell me to think about other things as we grew up together, finding that things were a bit harder with just her and I. Despite that, we managed to pull through.
Flashing forward ten years, I became a bit like my father: using my artistic side to make a whole other world different than our own. I often got lost in the colors that I could make using all these mediums. Art was something I was really in tune with. My mother managed to get a studio apartment, just enough room for my art supplies and our two, beefed up computers. Even though her computer had a whole bunch of gadgets and gizmos on it, mine was made up with programs to make animations, graphic designs and even songs. It was always a little dream of mine to become a pianist, sort of like Vanessa Carlton. She's so amazing.
Ending with now, I became a sort of rebel. I hated doing what I was told by authorities and often times disregarded what they said. I wasn't a hardcore rebellious "fight the power" girl, I just didn't like being told what to do. This mainly came into play with my art classes. I'm sorry, but you can't grade art. Art is beautiful, no matter how ever the hell you look at it. I also picked up smoking, something my ex boyfriend used to do around me all the time. I think my father also smoked too, but I don't quite remember... Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Music
✓ Water
✓ Nature
✓ Odd Numbers
✓ Video Games
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Arrogance
✗ Cake
✗ Pizza
✗ Animal Cruelty
✗ Lag
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: I smoke a bit. Not trying to stop either. It keeps me calm when I'm feeling stressed. I like parties, also. I'm not afraid to let loose there.
The tune running through my head all day: Party Song - My Chemical Romance/Planetary (Go!)
Theme Song - Freelance Whales/Hannah
I am a mere puppet... Girl 1 ...with a master, one that I call "my lord..." Xx-Nerdgasm-xX
"I. Can't. Slow. Down.
I won't be waiting for you.
I. Can't. Stop. Now.
Because I'm dancing."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:55 pm
Alisha Ari Roland "Will I ever find someone to take a relationship seriously?" Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Alisha Ari Roland
➸ I have blown out these many candles: Seventeen
➸ I blow them out on this day: October 13, 1993
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 5 feet 4 inches
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 110 lbs
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to Males
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a Female
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
Alisha is she a quiet girl. She is the one who always does her work so that she is able to do her spots. Alisha is a really active girl and loves to play sports no matter what. She is really nice and also caring when she is around someone who is upset or feeling down. She can do or say something to make the person who is upset smile and not really so upset.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
Alisha was born on October 13, 1993. She doesn't really care that her birthday is the day of bad luck. When she was in elementary school she was always running around and having fun doing any sport that she could join. When she started middled school she was even more excited because of all the sports options. She decided to join most of them except the ones that had games on the same days. She also found out that she had to keep her grades up and she did. She would be judged as a 'Sporty Teen" and a "Goody-two-shoes" but she didnt care at all what others thought. She is now eighteen years old and in high school. She is in every sport that she could join and is looking for someone who will like her and take a relationship seriously. When she started school she noticed a boy and felt this strange tug to him but she ignored it figuring that it was nerve since she was in high school. She also has a secret in her past that she doesnt want to share with anyone and will hopefully never share it with anyone. Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Sports
✓ Sweets
✓ Writing
✓ Drawing
✓ Sometimes singing
✓ Rain
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Bugs
✗ Snow
✗ Pain
✗ Someone Injured
✗ Getting in trouble and not being able to play a sport
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: Alisha can play the guitar and sing but she mostly does that when she is by herself and at home. She does try out for the talent show but sometimes loses her nerve and leaves before auditioning.
The tune running through my head all day: This is War// 30 Seconds to Mars
Dark Marukaite Chikyuu// HetaOni
I am a mere puppet... Girl 2...with a master, one that I call "my lord..." Bravery-Homunculus
"It's the moment of truth
And the moment to lie
And the moment to live
And the moment to die
The moment to fight...."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:56 pm
Isla Sienna Blacker "So what if I'm smart? According to Socrates, that's what makes me so attractive... right?" Back to the Basics:
➸ This would be my name: Isla Sienna Blacker
➸ I have blown out these many candles: Seventeen
➸ I blow them out on this day: November 12
➸ I always stand strong and tall: 5'8"
➸ Gravity keeps me from flying... 130 lb.
➸ I find myself deeply attracted to males.
➸ I won't prove it to you, but I'm a female.
Digging Deeper:
This is me. I'm not just an image...
I guess you could say that I'm quite intelligent. People tend to call me a nerdy freak... I don't really know if those two are connected in some way, but I'm guessing that there must be some sort of link there. My friends sometimes call me naive because they think I'm kind of "innocent" while they seem to know a lot about the rest of the world. If they mean current events, they are quite mistaken, for I am very knowledgeable in the field of international events. I guess they mean that they know about our current school social hierarchy and love and romance and drugs and drinking and hooking up. That kind of stuff. Yeah, I'm too busy with academics to worry about that stuff. Still, there are people out there that appreciate my talents and strengths. I tutor the nice imbeciles in my school, and they appreciate it. Sometimes they even pay me. They call me sweet, kind, caring. Generous. Loyal. Charismatic and such. Still, many others still don't seem to like me. It might also be because I'm super emotional and sensitive... I wish my personality were a bit more appealing.
Flashbacks... Traveling Back in Time...
I, Isla (pronounced EYE-lah) Sienna Blacker, was born on November 12, 1993 in Chicago, Illinois. I was born at 8:30 am, which probably explains why I'm such a morning person. My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor. So we must make lots of money, right? Yeah, sure, but it's not like it matters all that much. Not to me, anyways. Money is just paper that people trade in for items. Intellect is much more valuable. My parents understand my point of view, but it's not like they try to stop making money because of what I think. They continue to make truckloads of the stuff. I've tried convincing people that intellect is more valuable than money, but when most of the people of the world are idiots, what can you do? I grew to be a very smart child, having a high reading level for my age, and doing math years above my grade. I even seemed to teach myself skills without anyone else's help. I would watch and learn... My parents are proud. They always have been. They tell me that I am a 'natural' at everything I do. I can adapt. Yeah, I wish I could adapt to the environment that I live in. But for now, I'm like a polar bear in the middle of the desert.
Anyways, when I was four years old, I had some trouble seeing, so I had to get glasses... lovely. One problem that I encountered: I get horrible reactions to the dilating drops that they use on my eyes. I'm blind for about a few days. Another problem that has ruined my life: I ended up being the youngest person in my school with glasses, and I was called "four-eyes" by many. When I saw people going into the optometrist's office without glasses, I figured that there had to be some way to see without glasses. I asked the doctor, and there were such things as contact lenses, but my parents said no. I was too young, and I looked fine the way I was. When I believed I was old enough to wear them, I asked again, and they said no once more. I looked fine the way I was. When laser-eye surgery came into being, I immediately researched it, but sadly, I was too young to get it. Plus, my parents believed that I looked fine the way I was. They still think that. Sure, I realize that I shouldn't be so shallow, but I've been dealing with shallow people all my life, and if I want to please them, I'll have to succumb to their needs.
The kids at school made fun of me for wearing glasses, and when they discovered how smart I was, they realized how I fit the "nerdy" stereotype. Well, they wouldn't have known such terminology, since they were, and still are, morons, but they realized that I could be called a nerd or a geek. They made little songs and chants and nicknames for me. My nickname in lower school was "Four-Isla," a play on words from the term "four-eyes" and my name, Isla. I didn't seem to understand why they were so mean; all I wanted were some friends, but I never actually got any there. They would make their fingers into rings and put them around their eyes, pretending to have glasses. Then they would laugh, and that's the part that always hurt me the most. I would run to an adult, not that they would do anything about it. They would say "Don't let their comments hurt you!" or "Oh, you poor thing. Here's a juice box." Yes, because first of all, it's easy to ignore things people say to you when you're in lower school, and secondly, juice solves all the world's problems, right?
Middle school: my name was "nerd," or "geek," or "loser." I would cry in my room for hours on end, wondering why I couldn't be normal like the other people. Why I didn't have any friends. Why people just couldn't leave me alone. I was alone until about the middle of fifth grade, when others started getting glasses and were bullied for it, too. Strangely, I didn't realize that they were the ones that stayed quiet when I was bullied. They actually had brains for brains, unlike the other people that literally had horse s**t for brains. So we banded together. If one of us took a lashing, we all would. Of course, the bullies liked the idea of a little nerd clique. How quaint... well, they wouldn't know what "quaint" means, but what they would be thinking would be along those lines.
High school: we stuck together from freshman year up to the end of junior year. We all sort of blossomed in our own ways. We all grew very smart, but we also had growth spurts, breast development, and all that jazz. I guess it worked in my favor, but people just started calling me a slutty nerd instead. Oh, so if I don't look appealing to the eye, I'm an "fugly nerd," but once I start to look a bit pretty, I'm all of a sudden a slut? What kind of twisted world is this?! My friends saw the way I looked, and they believed that I could take the lashings on my own. I had "beauty" to back me up. Of course, my lashes were harder than theirs. I loved doing extra credit assignments, especially for my computer science class, and they all thought I was trying to seduce our teacher, who was slightly on the younger side. Mid-twenties, I suppose? I would never do that, but people had their rumors.
I cut myself for the first time in the middle of freshman year. It was exhilarating. But I only cut myself during the winter time. In the spring and summer, I would burn myself with boiling water. People figured that I had burned myself on some metal heated from the sun. That's what you get for living among morons. You can fool them easily. When people started spreading the rumors about my computer science seduction, I was going to kill myself. I had some prescription pills in my medicine cabinet, and I was ready to swallow, but I realized that I have a good head on my shoulders for a reason. I was born to feel this extra pain. There are consequences to every advantage you have over a normal person. Because I am smart, I will be made fun of often in order to be in check. I vowed not to try committing suicide ever again, but I'll still occasionally cut or burn myself. Or do something else that gets the adrenaline flowing. Motorcycles and chains and whips are good, I guess. Now, I just need someone to help me. I think I'm going insane. My parents and extended family love me (I don't have any siblings). But no one else does. That's one thing that I wish I could have. In order to keep me in check with the other normal people, do I have to live without love while everyone else can live with someone else that loves them? It's an unfair world... figures. It's run by morons. Other Little Facts:
Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Warm Weather
✓ Academics
✓ Water
✓ Working on computers
✓ Singing (in private)
✓ Romance
*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ The Cold
✗ Bullies
✗ Creepy-Crawlies, especially Spiders
✗ The Dark
✗ Being called "nerd," "dork," or other mean words
Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: Although many people don't know it, I can sing pretty well. I just don't like to show it. My parents tell me that I should show my hidden talents, but I just don't feel too confident. Sometimes, when I want to escape my world of sadness, I try and do something exhilarating to get my mind off of things. So if anyone has a motorcycle, I'll gladly take it for a spin. Oh, and try not to keep anything sharp near me when I'm upset. You never know what I could do with it...
The tune running through my head all day: She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5
I am a mere puppet... Girl 3 ...with a master, one that I call "my lord..." Eva-Aisha-Luv
"Look for the girl with the broken smile.
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile,
And she will be loved..."
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