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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:30 pm
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Raven Azriel Voltaire
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♀/♂: Male ☢ ☣ ☤My master: Hunter Crawl ☢ ☣ ☤ Story of my life The Emo
Please, call me Rave
I've been around for Eighteen years.
Maybe if you knew me you wouldn't have to ask...
Sort of quiet, reserved, usually always has a negative view on life, loyal to friends, doesn't like to listen to gossip and b***s***.
The things that float around in my head.
Likes
✔ Reading
✔ His friends
✔ Numbing pain
✔ The rain
✔ Lightning
Dislikes
✘ Most people
✘ Gossip
✘ Stereotypes
✘ Sports
✘ Bright days
♪♫ Songs and Quotes
"I'd say everything is fine, but is it that obvious that my world's crashing down on me?..."
I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
My biggest secret: He's bi and actually used to like him but then they ended up as best friends instead. Rave doesn't mind, and in the later years he saw him as a brother instead. He wanted to kill himself when he heard that he died, but seeing the others in that state, he knows he has to do his best to support them.
☢ ☣ ☤Biography
Rave grew up in New York and was orphaned when he was really young, so he had to fight to survive on the streets when he was a kid. When he couldn't take life, he found out that pain blocked out all thoughts, so he became an emo. Years later, his aunt and uncle finally found him and took him in, but he could never get out of his depression and love for pain. When he met him, things got a bit better. He had someone to talk to, and it was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. But then he died and Rave started to go back to his old ways again. But seeings his friends in the state that they're in...he knows that he has to be strong and support them, no matter how much he wants to kill himself. |
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:35 am
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Claude Etienne Dupont
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♀/♂: male ☢ ☣ ☤My master: HatterHarleyQuinn ☢ ☣ ☤ Story of my life The Goth
Please, call me Cici, Claude
I've been around for eighteen years.
Maybe if you knew me you wouldn't have to ask...
He has a bit of a short temper if you rub him the wrong way. He has little time for ignorant people and is known as being quite fluent in sarcasm. A scowl is always present on his face even when he is alone. He'd rather be alone than with a big group because of his short tolerance for other people even his own friends. It was made worse when the one who was actually starting to break through his hard exterior died. His temper could snap any time to anyone. He had his moments though when he can be really sweet and caring, no one listens better than him or gives better advice than him when he is in that mood. Though those moments are extremely rare.
The things that float around in my head.
Likes
✔ Solitude
✔ Singing/Screaming
✔ Painting
✔ Rain/Thunder storms
✔ Black
Dislikes
✘ Too many bright colors
✘ Dance/Popular music
✘ Dancing
✘ Annoying preps people
✘ High-pitched voices
♪♫ Songs and Quotes
Burn baby burn! She's a witch, she's a witch and I'm a heretic!
Abigail - Motionless In White
My biggest secret: He thinks that he may actually like the prep girl who pushed their friend over the edge.
☢ ☣ ☤Biography
Claude grew up in Paris, France. His first language is French and both parents speak it to him at home. He has one younger sister and they lived in a pretty normal home environment. When he was young, Claude was considered to be a very serious child. He hardly ever cracked a smile and everything he did he did early. Speaking, walking, reading. At the age of four he was reading novels meant for junior high school kids. He spoke as if he were older and if his words were ever taken lightly he tended to get very angry. His parents, though proud, were very concerned about their child. Their daughter they had when Claude was two was progressing at a normal rate and behaved appropriately for her age. They feared he would not function well in a social setting if they didn't enroll him in elementary school. They were planning to home school him but under the circumstances he was sent to the near by school. That did not go over well for him. Each day he was constantly in a fight over something. They could have made fun of the way he spoke or the way he dressed (he preferred the color black). The teachers, though they loved how advanced he was, could not take him correcting them every few minutes because they were speaking to the children like, well children. Life continued this way until his first year of high school when they finally moved to america. Claude actually met friends he could stand. They at least dressed similarly to himself. Even that little bit of happiness had to die though. Literally. The one person who was starting to get through to him and break down that cold, serious exterior took his life because of a few choice words. He was disgusted and hence drew even farther into himself. He does not outright show it, but he is probably the most hurt over this tragedy. Why? Because he thinks he might like the girl who pushed his only true friend over the edge and into death. |
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:48 pm
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Pacifica Mariabel Caine
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♀/♂: Female, Duh ☢ ☣ ☤My master: Princess_Cousland ☢ ☣ ☤ Story of my life Miss Perfect
Please, call me Bell
I've been around for Eighteen years.
Maybe if you knew me you wouldn't have to ask...
A real pain in your side. She is usually calm and sits in a corner watching. She tends to judge people by how the present themselves rather on looks. She can be cold and bitter most days and loud others. She has a bit of a temper on her and hates not being the center of attention. She can either get whiny or really mean. Out going and isn't afraid of anything. Arrogant and stuck up. She loves to get her way and if you mess with her she will mess you up. Not a care about what people think of her nor their feelings. Blunt. Very charismatic and can usually talk her way out of trouble. Once in awhile she would be called a slut. She is nothing like that, but she doesn't mind using her body to get her way, but only look not touch. She can also be very childish and make the most serious of things into a big joke.
The things that float around in my head.
Likes
✔ Boys
✔ Rain
✔ Music
✔ Getting her way
✔ Being the center of attention
Dislikes
✘ Liars
✘ Being told what to do
✘ The cold
✘ Bitter foods
✘ The Misfits
♪♫ Songs and Quotes
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
Hardest of Hearts
My biggest secret: Actually felt a loss when she found out he actually killed himself.
☢ ☣ ☤Biography
Rich family, everything she wants, and a large group of popular friends. What more could a eighteen year old female going to high school ask for? Well for Pacifica she had everything. An only child spoiled to the core. At first when she was young no one wanted to be her friend. She was a loner herself and found herself lost. She, however, didn't want this to continue so she took matters into her own hands and made herself the queen bee. About a year ago she went through this phase. She dated the one boy who killed himself. She actually kind of liked him and he was the one that broke up with her. Of course being the biggest b~itch ever she used everything she learned about him against him. At first when she found out about his death she seemed like she didn't care, but really she was kind of sad. There is a part of her that will always kind of care for she does have a heart hidden by her black soul. |
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 12:30 pm
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Violette Mari Wolfgang
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♀/♂: Female ☢ ☣ ☤My master: RinaOfTheDead ☢ ☣ ☤ Story of my life The Cheerleader
Please, call me Vi, but I prefer Violette-Mari.
I've been around for 17 years.
Maybe if you knew me you wouldn't have to ask...
Well, with me I'm not really the meanest one of the group. Or At least I don't try to be. I try not to flaunt what I've got, Though sometimes I enjoy wearing short shorts and grinding at dances, I'm not the girl who's had 50 boyfriends, calls other girls gross to their faces, tries to bring people down. And somehow, I think this is my fault, I don't know what I did, but some how I did it, and I'm really remorseful
The things that float around in my head.
Likes
✔ Cheerleading and Dance <3
✔ Horseback riding
✔ Fencing
✔ Punk-Rock and Pop-Punk music
✔ Singing and Piano
Dislikes
✘ Greasy foods
✘ Gross hair
✘ Cheap, gross unflattering clothes.
✘ Rude people
✘ People who rebel for no reason
♪♫ Songs and Quotes
"So rise up and take the power back, its time the fat cats had a heart attack."
Weightless >> All Time Low
My biggest secret: I secretly had a bit of a crush on the boy who died. My mother refused to let me even think about him.She called him a absolute failure in life.
☢ ☣ ☤Biography
I was born to a rich family, The Wolfgangs, and my mom has always made me strive for perfection, "No hanging out with the rough crowd," My mother had always said. So I didn't, and frankly I kinda wish I had gotten the thrill of what the others seemed to get, cause my existence was very boring? Unsatisfying? I dunno. Through all of my life I always thought the lessers, or non-rich, non-popular people were never going anywhere in life and were going to end up on the streets and only rich people were able to go anywhere in life. Now? I'm rebelling against my mom, my clique, in small unnoticeable ways, planting the seed, hoping for a little redemption. And now I may not talk to the outsiders very much, but still I'm attempting to make life better.
Anyways; My life went, and still is like, Everyday I'm forced to overachieve, Straight A's, dating a guy I don't really like, horseback riding till my a** hurts like hell, Cheer captain and forced to be a complete a** to people I probably could've been friends with if I wasn't in the Wolfgang's. Sometimes. I wish my life wasn't like this. |
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