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Seasplash241
An on fire garbage can
WIP
Name: Jade "Jay" Lauryn
Age: 17
Gender: Nonbinary
Sexuality: Pansexual
West or East: East Side
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'7", 124 lbs
Body Type: Rectangular, boy-ish
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: None yet
Likes: Art, Music, the outdoors
Dislikes: Dogs, religion,
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Name: Jade "Jay" Lauryn
Age: 17
Gender: Nonbinary
Sexuality: Pansexual
West or East: East Side
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'7", 124 lbs
Body Type: Rectangular, boy-ish
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: None yet
Likes: Art, Music, the outdoors
Dislikes: Dogs, religion,
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Mira nodded, glad that her suspicion was confirmed. "Yes, this is Naboo. I wouldn't worry too much about the First Order finding you here. You're lucky you crashed near the slums," she said with a chuckle. She grabbed his writ and lead him toward her house, talking as she walked.
"You won't find many sympathizers in this part of town. A lot of the people here suffered greatly under Emperor Palpatine and are still feeling the effects of his rule." She gestured to a small group of people who were clearly impoverished begging for credits. "Though I wouldn't travel to far into the city with that jacket on," Mira said with a smile.
Her house was nothing special, one main room, a refresher and a small bedroom where all it had.A simple cot was in the center of the room with a table next to it housing supplies. After leading Finn to the cot Mira dropped of the items she managed to get in their respective places before turning back to Finn.
"Now, about that Jedi. I have heard of her before, but I've never seen her. My mother told me about her, telling me if I ever ended up alone to go to her, that she would help me. But, after my mother passed, I wanted to prove that I would be okay on my own, so I didn't listen," Mira explained, offering a small smile. She had a general idea of were the Jedi could be, and if that's what the resistance needed, Mira would be glad to help out.
"You won't find many sympathizers in this part of town. A lot of the people here suffered greatly under Emperor Palpatine and are still feeling the effects of his rule." She gestured to a small group of people who were clearly impoverished begging for credits. "Though I wouldn't travel to far into the city with that jacket on," Mira said with a smile.
Her house was nothing special, one main room, a refresher and a small bedroom where all it had.A simple cot was in the center of the room with a table next to it housing supplies. After leading Finn to the cot Mira dropped of the items she managed to get in their respective places before turning back to Finn.
"Now, about that Jedi. I have heard of her before, but I've never seen her. My mother told me about her, telling me if I ever ended up alone to go to her, that she would help me. But, after my mother passed, I wanted to prove that I would be okay on my own, so I didn't listen," Mira explained, offering a small smile. She had a general idea of were the Jedi could be, and if that's what the resistance needed, Mira would be glad to help out.
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
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Her eyes fluttered opened as sleep abandoned her. It only took moments to realize that something was not right. There a no sliver of light peeking through her window, no weight or sound of a little boy shaking her in an attempt to get her up. It was then that she noticed the cold, it reminded her of a hospital. In her drowsy state these things were acknowledged but did not raise in panic in her yet. It was when she went to stretch that she knew something was wrong. The space was far to small, she wasn’t in her room. Ivy tried to sit up but only managed to hit her head.
Ivy began to push at the walls. She hoped that maybe if she pushed hard enough she’d find some type of exit. The slight daze that she had been in from sleep had disappeared quickly. Ivy pushed with everything that she had and eventually her efforts laid off. Ivy was suddenly sliding. She was temporarily blinded by the light of the room. She flinched before closing her eyes. After taking a moment to get used to the lighting Ivy slowly sat up. The sheet that had been covering her slid off. She took a breath, finally she was free from the suffocating space.
Ivy began to push at the walls. She hoped that maybe if she pushed hard enough she’d find some type of exit. The slight daze that she had been in from sleep had disappeared quickly. Ivy pushed with everything that she had and eventually her efforts laid off. Ivy was suddenly sliding. She was temporarily blinded by the light of the room. She flinched before closing her eyes. After taking a moment to get used to the lighting Ivy slowly sat up. The sheet that had been covering her slid off. She took a breath, finally she was free from the suffocating space.
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Dreamer
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Basics
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Name: Julian "Jules" Montenegro
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
West or East: West
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height/Weight: 5'11, 160lbs
Body Type: Slim/Toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None
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[Bio:
As someone who grew up on the West side, Jules considers pasts like his commonplace. He was the oldest, with only one other sibling. No matter how hard Jules tried, he could never remember his father. He knew of him from the picture frames around their house, depicting his six-year-old self hugging a man in a naval outfit. His sister, Navy, was born a few weeks after his father went missing during a practice drill. He, along with a few trainees, lost contact with the ship they were stationed at and were never heard from again. Or at least, that was what Jules was told happened. His mother gave him any more details on what happened, even when he was old enough to handle it.
Predictably, his life went downhill from there. Without a second source of income, a new baby, and a confused six-year-old at home, his mother was forced to take on a second job just to make enough money to pay the rent. This led to her barely being home, and Jules having to grow up fast. He never had enough of anything growing up, and his 'childhood' was spent filling the parental role for Navy. By his twelfth birthday, Jules had enough of being hungry, of his mother being tired and exhausted all the time, and especially not having enough money. He decided to try and solve their problems by robbing a convenience store with a butcher knife. Jules managed to escape with the money threw away the knife, but he was still caught, arrested, and carted off to jail. His mother used all of her savings to pay his bail, and promised to fix everything. A week later, the worst of the charges against him were suddenly dropped, and he ended up being sentenced to do a few months of community service instead of serve any jail time. Jules could never get her to tell him what she'd done to get him out of going to jail.
Money became tighter, his mother spent less and less time at home, and Jules spiraled. He turned to smoking and alcohol to escape his home life, and became addicted to the former. Jules smoked everywhere, with no regard for anyone who tried to get him to stop. At least until Navy developed severe asthma and was hospitalized after an attack. He stopped smoking after that. He uses matchsticks in the place of real cigarettes to help him quit.
Secretly, Jules thinks that the school burning down was a good thing, and that going to the East school could open up opportunities for him that he never had before.
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Personality
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Likes: World History, Honesty, Personal Space, Real People, Sewers
Dislikes: Cigarettes, Being Defined By His Past, Shallowness, Lying, Rules, Fake People, People Touching His Stuff
Personality: Jules is a pretty straightforward guy. If he has something to say someone, he says it. If someone makes it clear that they want to start a fight, he'll be the first to throw a punch. He lacks a filter, and calls other people like sees them. Jules values honesty above all else and won't associate with anyone who can look him in the eye and lie to him. He doesn't lie. He might dance around a question or refuse to answer it entirely, but he won't lie to anyone, even if he doesn't like them. It's the only part of his moral code that he refuses to break.
For the most part, he isn't affected by verbal insults. Growing up on the West side, he learned quickly that there were much bigger things to worry about than name-calling. Though, someone can earn his anger if they do something he considers insulting. Like invading his personal space, touching something of his they shouldn't, talking bad about his family, etc. He won't associate with anyone who smokes cigarettes on principle. Jules does have a softer side to him, but he knows better than to show it.
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Jules turned when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. An old friend came out of the shadows, waving him. She shot him a wry smile as she approached, but she quickly stopped when he didn't wave back. The streetlight illuminated the space between them, and it suddenly felt like a bridge neither of them were willing to cross. Jules shifted the bag of groceries to his other arm.
"Haven't seen you in a while," she said eventually, lowering her head just enough, so he couldn't see her expression.
Jules thought of the twelve year old girl he'd left in the middle of a breathing treatment. "Yeah," was all he said.
"Right." She slipped her hands in her pockets. "The others have been asking about you, you know? You always had smokes for everyone."
Jules reached into his pocket. He flicked open a matchbox and pulled one out, holding it between his lips. This whole conversation was making him want to smoke. "Too bad for them," he said. "Now they can find someone else to mooch off of. Who said I care, anyway?" he turned away. He wasn't sure why he waited, or what he was waiting for, but his feet carried him forward when she didn't try to stop him. He didn't notice that she'd raised her head, staring at his back with a small, sad smile.
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Paravine
was Acexcross
Code by Kumari
Mirelle Locke
Name
Age
Gender
Sexuality
E or W
Eye color
Hair color
Height
Weight
Body Type
Piercing
Age
Gender
Sexuality
E or W
Eye color
Hair color
Height
Weight
Body Type
Piercing
Mirelle
18
Female
Bi
East
Sea blue
Blonde
5'5"
120 lbs
Slim
Ears
18
Female
Bi
East
Sea blue
Blonde
5'5"
120 lbs
Slim
Ears
"idiots"
details
likes
alcohol | scary movies | romance novels | writing | people who bend to her will
dislikes
sweets (especially chocolate) | heights | things being taken from her | annoying people | kids | change
personality
Looks can be deceiving when it comes to Mirelle Locke. People characterize her as an 'innocent beauty' though her personality is anything but pretty. With a hard head and a disgust for things that she deems unworthy of her attention, the platinum blonde girl can go from angel to devil in a split second. Of course, no-one knows this. She tends to keep to herself, only speaking when necessary. On the bright side, she can hold her tongue and sugarcoat things when necessary. The reason being, Mirelle just doesn't like to deal with people so the more she lies about how "pretty" or "nice" they are, the faster they'll leave her alone. In fact, she hates socializing with people she doesn't know - or at least haven't done a background check on. Her calculating strategies tend to give her a frightening nature and her closest friends frequently rely on her for new information.
She gives off a haughty attitude and those that dares cross her end up in worse conditions than a homeless man on the streets. To make matters worse she's also perverse, troublesome and destructive, but in an odd way they're balanced by habits of being persuasive as well. She doesn't like her family name being foiled (especially with Locke being her biological mother's maiden name) and does whatever it takes to keep people from bad-mouthing it, even to the point of becoming a fake.
background
With a good education and rich lifestyle, one would think this girl has it all. To fancy parties and the newest clothes, Mirelle's life seems like the boring, usual rich girl. Oh but it's not. At a young age, Mirelle was taught to hold her tongue and bring out the best in people even if they were the most disgusting creature on the planet. But more often than not, she always gets them back. For instance, her pedophile of an uncle. At 56, the old geezer is always preying on the young girl after she hit puberty. She hates having to put up with him during holidays but all was well when he was "accidentally" caught cheating on live television. Little did they know young Mirelle had placed a camera in his house that day. Schemingnhas always been a part of her lifestyle yet it was a wonder she managed to keep that fact hidden under the face of a shy crybaby.
There are times though, when she would get lonely. Living in a big house with only a maid as her company wasn't the highlight of her childhood. She did have a mother though, key word being did. It was a shame she had to leave the world due to cancer. Now, living with a stepmother and their eldest son (who was in fact, a physician) she didn't experience the same love her biological mother gave her. That being said, she also had to change her appearance in order to "fit in". It was beginning to be a pain to cover up her freckles with makeup and dyeing her brown roots blonde.
All in all, Mirelle knows she's a fake. In fact, her whole life is sham. Her dad is a prosecutor known to take the bribes for giving less severe punishments to the higher class and blaming all those in the West for problems that happened in the East side. Her stepmother works as the town's newspaper journalist - that's how Mirelle learns about everything happening before anyone else does.
relationships
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It was a dreary, sunless day but the cold weather did nothing to numb the pain in Macey's heart. It had been a week since she saw that bastard and god knows where he is now. After the young girl had confronted her boyfriend of 2 years, he went ballistic - accused her of being too clingy. Later that same day, he packed his bags and left. That was the end of it. She never heard from him again. Logan. Hearing his name made her cringe in response.
The beeping of a car horn brought Macey out of her thoughts. The brunette hadn't realized she stopped in the middle of oncoming traffic. She gave the car an apologetic wave and walked on to the other side of the road. She didn't know where she was going, only that it was better to be anywhere else than her apartment where only memories of him lie. After a few more blocks, she halted her steps, deciding she could go no further. If this kept up, she knew it would be a matter of time before she had frostbite. Unknowingly, the girl had made her way to the usual bar that was the hangout of her friends. It was nearly dusk - not a time Macey would think she'd be drinking at. Deciding to fuck it, she was allowed this moment to wallow in her own pity.
After showing security her ID, she quickly made her way over to a stool at the bar, plopping herself down in an empty seat far away from prying eyes. Not long after, the bartender came over, all smile and warmth, asking her if she was alright.
The young girl looked up into the eyes of the stranger. He was handsome she had to give him that, properly built with sharp features and a dashing jawline. His masculinity rivaled that of her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, Macey reminded herself. Grimacing at the thought, she looked down again, defeated. "Give me a martini.. and a couple shots," she told the bartender. It wasn't what she usually ordered, she knew, but it had been a rough week and drinking away seemed like the first best thing to do at the moment.
The beeping of a car horn brought Macey out of her thoughts. The brunette hadn't realized she stopped in the middle of oncoming traffic. She gave the car an apologetic wave and walked on to the other side of the road. She didn't know where she was going, only that it was better to be anywhere else than her apartment where only memories of him lie. After a few more blocks, she halted her steps, deciding she could go no further. If this kept up, she knew it would be a matter of time before she had frostbite. Unknowingly, the girl had made her way to the usual bar that was the hangout of her friends. It was nearly dusk - not a time Macey would think she'd be drinking at. Deciding to fuck it, she was allowed this moment to wallow in her own pity.
After showing security her ID, she quickly made her way over to a stool at the bar, plopping herself down in an empty seat far away from prying eyes. Not long after, the bartender came over, all smile and warmth, asking her if she was alright.
The young girl looked up into the eyes of the stranger. He was handsome she had to give him that, properly built with sharp features and a dashing jawline. His masculinity rivaled that of her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, Macey reminded herself. Grimacing at the thought, she looked down again, defeated. "Give me a martini.. and a couple shots," she told the bartender. It wasn't what she usually ordered, she knew, but it had been a rough week and drinking away seemed like the first best thing to do at the moment.
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myst.erion
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Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Nathan Scott Goldsmith
...Mr Popular...
...Mr Popular...
Name: Nathan Scott Goldsmith
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
West or East: East... of course!
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6'1"
Body Type: Muscular/Toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc : N/A
Conor nodded his head as Alex told him she had to leave Italy. He didn't know why, but he figured it wasn't much easier for her living with the rest of the family, even with her controlling father out of the picture. He'd visited Italy during his travels and was about to mention how beautiful the place had been. Instead, he was interrupted when a cute little girl joined Alex and took the Italian lady's hand. Clearly, it was her daughter and that naturally brought a smile to Conor's face. It was good to see she had moved on with her life, even if he hadn't.
When Alex introduced him to the girl and mentioned he was an old friend, Conor gave a her a wave and a friendly smile as he looked down at the child. He loved kids and he spent a fair bit of his time entertaining his nieces and nephews, taking hope from their energy and playful spirits. He folded his arms as he watched Alex tell her daughter off for buying a big bar of chocolate. "Ha. She's got you there, Alex!" he spoke up, his voice teasing. "This kid knows her stuff," he said, with a brief chuckle. "Hi, Michelle," he replied when the girl spoke to him. The smile was still on his face from his amusement at her resourcefulness around the bar of chocolate.
When Alex told him the girl was nearly ten, he slowly nodded his head and the smile left his face for a short time. A slight nausea overcame him and his heart rate quickened. Still, his automatic response was one that wouldn't be one of his proudest moments but these days his gut reaction was typically one of avoidance. "Almost ten, huh?" he said, planting the smile back on his lips. "I hope your mam lets you have a big party." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of anything but what was glaringly obvious. He looked back to Alex and nervously bit his lip. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to discuss things, not with Michelle around. Maybe he wasn't even sure how to approach it at all. "You both look really happy. I'm glad you're happy..." he said, almost stumbling over his words.
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Physiicz
Sad Boy Status
Jordan Parks
Name:
Jordan Parks
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
West or East:
East
Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Brown
Height/Weight:
6'1, 170lbs
Body Type:
Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings:
N/A
Likes:
Partying
Annoying people
Getting high/drunk
Pranks
Dislikes:
Snobby rich people
Heights
West side
Personality:
Jordan is a very loud, obnoxious and annoying person. To most he's a nasty prankster and a big flirt which is pretty true. Jordan loves talking to girls, he loves flirting and he loves a challenge. No many things annoy Jordan or faze him, in fact only one thing and that's heights. A deep, dark and simple/common fear which he doesn't feel like telling anyone. At times Jordan can be sympathetic and in his own way, caring. Although it may not be much, he would still try. Jordan's darker side isn't very prominent. He understands that some of the things he does can hurt people, both physically and emotionally. For anyone that knows him he can be a funny guy who's nice to hang out with.
Bio:
Jordan grew up in the East side. His family was quite large and Jordan being the middle child, he craved attention that he didn't get. From a young age Jordan would always act out, whether for the hell of it or for some attention. He slowly became a town menace. Jordan's parents didn't know what to do with him as he wouldn't listen to them, teachers or anyone for that matter. Jordan did start getting his attention but things like his grades took a beating and he started failing all of his classes, detentions all the time and grounded at home. Nothing could hold Jordan back until his got arrested at the age of 16. Jordan had caused a lot of disruption in the Sheriff's department which lead to a harassment charge to be filed against him. Jordan spent one year in a youth reform school and returned home without his attention seeking manner. His pranks stopped, his grades went up but his attitude remained.
He spent less time in detention and more on sports (he took up two different martial arts to learn discipline), less time being grounded and more on social events (he went out a lot more with friends). The only thing that held him back was his sarcasm and remarks but everyone came to accept that was just the way he'd always be. Jordan was finally becoming a decent person then the school burned down. Jordan really didn't have anything to do with it but with his history it was hard to believe that.
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Name:
Jordan Parks
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
West or East:
East
Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Brown
Height/Weight:
6'1, 170lbs
Body Type:
Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings:
N/A
Likes:
Partying
Annoying people
Getting high/drunk
Pranks
Dislikes:
Snobby rich people
Heights
West side
Personality:
Jordan is a very loud, obnoxious and annoying person. To most he's a nasty prankster and a big flirt which is pretty true. Jordan loves talking to girls, he loves flirting and he loves a challenge. No many things annoy Jordan or faze him, in fact only one thing and that's heights. A deep, dark and simple/common fear which he doesn't feel like telling anyone. At times Jordan can be sympathetic and in his own way, caring. Although it may not be much, he would still try. Jordan's darker side isn't very prominent. He understands that some of the things he does can hurt people, both physically and emotionally. For anyone that knows him he can be a funny guy who's nice to hang out with.
Bio:
Jordan grew up in the East side. His family was quite large and Jordan being the middle child, he craved attention that he didn't get. From a young age Jordan would always act out, whether for the hell of it or for some attention. He slowly became a town menace. Jordan's parents didn't know what to do with him as he wouldn't listen to them, teachers or anyone for that matter. Jordan did start getting his attention but things like his grades took a beating and he started failing all of his classes, detentions all the time and grounded at home. Nothing could hold Jordan back until his got arrested at the age of 16. Jordan had caused a lot of disruption in the Sheriff's department which lead to a harassment charge to be filed against him. Jordan spent one year in a youth reform school and returned home without his attention seeking manner. His pranks stopped, his grades went up but his attitude remained.
He spent less time in detention and more on sports (he took up two different martial arts to learn discipline), less time being grounded and more on social events (he went out a lot more with friends). The only thing that held him back was his sarcasm and remarks but everyone came to accept that was just the way he'd always be. Jordan was finally becoming a decent person then the school burned down. Jordan really didn't have anything to do with it but with his history it was hard to believe that.
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
WRITING SAMPLE:
Sebastian drove the T20 through the windy streets of Vinewood hills. James's car was an absolute dream to drive. The way the engine purred, the way the tyres spun effortlessly over the tarmac, everything about it just made him feel happy inside. And to think this car wasn't even the most expensive in the collection. Seb opened up the throttle and sped towards to Del Perro. In James' will he had also left a collection of small houses dotted around San Andreas which Sebastian would take a look at later. His main priority right now however was to join the 14k. He'd heard so many things about the crew and was excited to finally meet them, hopefully they would live up to everything he had hoped for. After all if they did, Sebastian would have no problem giving them financial support.
The car quickly made it's way down Del Perro with the ocean to the right. An awesome view, even for someone that sees it everyday. The waves lapped over each other, the brilliant blue reflected the sunshine onto the windows of the skyscrapers while the white foam built up around the break of the waves. Sebastian grinned and put his foot down. A great view, expensive car and his whole life ahead of him. What more could he ask for?
Sebastian drove the T20 through the windy streets of Vinewood hills. James's car was an absolute dream to drive. The way the engine purred, the way the tyres spun effortlessly over the tarmac, everything about it just made him feel happy inside. And to think this car wasn't even the most expensive in the collection. Seb opened up the throttle and sped towards to Del Perro. In James' will he had also left a collection of small houses dotted around San Andreas which Sebastian would take a look at later. His main priority right now however was to join the 14k. He'd heard so many things about the crew and was excited to finally meet them, hopefully they would live up to everything he had hoped for. After all if they did, Sebastian would have no problem giving them financial support.
The car quickly made it's way down Del Perro with the ocean to the right. An awesome view, even for someone that sees it everyday. The waves lapped over each other, the brilliant blue reflected the sunshine onto the windows of the skyscrapers while the white foam built up around the break of the waves. Sebastian grinned and put his foot down. A great view, expensive car and his whole life ahead of him. What more could he ask for?
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Yarrow
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name: Nickolas John Black
age: 19
sexuality: homosexual
gender: male
west or east: east
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eye color: brown
hair color: ginger
height: 6'3
weight: 180lbs
body type: mesomorph
tattoos: a big chinese dragon on his back☆
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Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Tanner Akando
Name: Tanner Akando
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
West or East: West
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 6’0 // 170
Body Type: Toned, athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. <<Left shoulder blade>> <<Right shoulder>><<Inner right ankle>>
Likes: Classic pickup trucks, hiking, music, cold weather, deep dish pizza, reptiles
Dislikes: Caves // Dark enclosed places, rich neighborhoods, loud things // people, pointless restrictions, ‘social norms,’ salad bars
Personality: Easily the most noticeable thing about Tanner is his presence: his flirtatious yet gentle smile, the natural swagger in his step, the casual way he draws attention without trying. He is soft spoken and always very calm and relaxed. He has a laid-back style that gives the impression that he would rather be reading a book or taking a nature walk. Of course, at heart he is a true wild child of the West side. He spends his fair share of time causing mischief, looking shady, and walking the line of the law. He doesn’t like to cause trouble just for the sake of it, but he is always ready to live on the edge when he needs an adrenaline high.
His need to get an adrenaline rush is one of his most dangerous traits. He enjoys nothing more than parading around at night in dark clothes with an air of trouble. He knows better than to do something that might get him arrested, but he isn’t above breaking into a car and hot wiring it just to drive it around the corner and leave it looking untouched. He isn’t a true prankster, but he has no problem doing questionable things just to get a few laughs or simply to amuse himself. Of course, most of this strictly comes out at night when there are fewer witnesses and fewer people who might get hurt by his antics.
Bio:
Life on the West side. No one could expect it to be easy or charmed; Hell, one would have to be a total idiot to walk into the West side without expecting trouble. From a young age Tanner had strong protective instincts towards his sister and friends which often led to him lashing out on their behalf. Losing his parents at an age where he barely remembered their voices, being forced to watch his uncle’s murder: that was his curse, the gift the West side had given him. Every step outside was a risk he was willing to take. After all, dreams don’t have a chance in hell if you’re too scared to fight the demons. But for Tanner, his safety wasn’t the biggest concern. His little blonde haired sister, his aunt who raised him: they were everything.
He had an incredibly short temper when he was younger and he struggled to direct that anger towards the people who actually deserved it. A year after his uncle was killed his aunt finally addressed his anger, showing him that he wasn’t held back by where he lived. He never quite became the optimist that she was, but it helped him understand his piece of the world a little better. His biggest concern now is graduating and making a better life. Lofty goals for a teen who still spends his nights doing graffiti and freerunning from the cops. But hey, highschool is the time to go wild and it’s about time the East side had a little taste of anarchy.
Relationships: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
West or East: West
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 6’0 // 170
Body Type: Toned, athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. <<Left shoulder blade>> <<Right shoulder>><<Inner right ankle>>
Likes: Classic pickup trucks, hiking, music, cold weather, deep dish pizza, reptiles
Dislikes: Caves // Dark enclosed places, rich neighborhoods, loud things // people, pointless restrictions, ‘social norms,’ salad bars
Personality: Easily the most noticeable thing about Tanner is his presence: his flirtatious yet gentle smile, the natural swagger in his step, the casual way he draws attention without trying. He is soft spoken and always very calm and relaxed. He has a laid-back style that gives the impression that he would rather be reading a book or taking a nature walk. Of course, at heart he is a true wild child of the West side. He spends his fair share of time causing mischief, looking shady, and walking the line of the law. He doesn’t like to cause trouble just for the sake of it, but he is always ready to live on the edge when he needs an adrenaline high.
His need to get an adrenaline rush is one of his most dangerous traits. He enjoys nothing more than parading around at night in dark clothes with an air of trouble. He knows better than to do something that might get him arrested, but he isn’t above breaking into a car and hot wiring it just to drive it around the corner and leave it looking untouched. He isn’t a true prankster, but he has no problem doing questionable things just to get a few laughs or simply to amuse himself. Of course, most of this strictly comes out at night when there are fewer witnesses and fewer people who might get hurt by his antics.
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Life on the West side. No one could expect it to be easy or charmed; Hell, one would have to be a total idiot to walk into the West side without expecting trouble. From a young age Tanner had strong protective instincts towards his sister and friends which often led to him lashing out on their behalf. Losing his parents at an age where he barely remembered their voices, being forced to watch his uncle’s murder: that was his curse, the gift the West side had given him. Every step outside was a risk he was willing to take. After all, dreams don’t have a chance in hell if you’re too scared to fight the demons. But for Tanner, his safety wasn’t the biggest concern. His little blonde haired sister, his aunt who raised him: they were everything.
He had an incredibly short temper when he was younger and he struggled to direct that anger towards the people who actually deserved it. A year after his uncle was killed his aunt finally addressed his anger, showing him that he wasn’t held back by where he lived. He never quite became the optimist that she was, but it helped him understand his piece of the world a little better. His biggest concern now is graduating and making a better life. Lofty goals for a teen who still spends his nights doing graffiti and freerunning from the cops. But hey, highschool is the time to go wild and it’s about time the East side had a little taste of anarchy.
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The final touches to art- somehow the most important, but only really to the artist. Tanner wrinkled his nose in disgust at his work. Finishing touches wouldn’t fix it. This was the side of a building, not the gutter, and it called for something more than a basic cartoon character. He sighed softly, reaching for his black and white spray cans and quickly covering the evidence of his last half-hour of work with a new grey background. The vaguely unnerving sounds of cars passing nearby, people chatting as they walked down the street, gave him a thrill of excitement as he started a new, simpler piece. He wasn’t exactly an artist, but graffiti was one way he had always found peace and excitement at the same time. And why not leave something fun to look at instead of just tagging everything with a sloppy signature? After a few minutes, he stepped back to appreciate the view from a slight distance, a mischevious grin on his lips. It wasn’t his best work, but it would do. He quickly zipped up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and strolled out of the alley with his paint-stained gloves in his pocket.
Blue and red lights flashed behind him, beams of light from a flashlight catching him just as he rounded the corner to safety. He paused just long enough to hear a shout, then took off running. He weaved through the streets with ease, having memorized all the fastest routes years ago. He vaulted a low wall, ran gingerly through a poor excuse for a garden, crossed a street at a quick walk with his hood pulled low over his face, and ended up on his driveway with the cops left far behind. He allowed himself a quick smirk as he climbed through his bedroom window and shut it softly behind him. He tucked his bag into the back of his closet and shed his jacket and shoes with a smoothness that portrayed how often he had done this exact type of midnight adventuring. To complete the ruse, he ruffled up his hair and slid under the covers of his twin bed. A moment after he had gotten comfortable, his bedroom door opened softly and his aunt heaved a soft sigh. She knew that he had been out, not by any evidence left behind, but simply because she was a mother and mothers just know things. But she shut the door gently and padded back to her room, because as reckless as Tanner was, he knew better than to get himself in any real trouble.
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The young rookie tilted his head, waving his flashlight back and forth to see the piece in its entirety. “So...is this a gang message?” He asked, looking over at his mustached partner, who rolled his eyes. “Nope. Just a couple kids who think they’re hot stuff.” He grumbled, already writing notes. His young companion sighed. “Why do we even bother with little things like this. It’s not like they’re hurting anyone. Besides, if you ask me, this is actually kinda funny.” One bushy eyebrow went up and the beady eye beneath it roved over the wall that now displayed two dorky cops standing over a city that was splashed with red and black figures with a phrase ghosted over everything: Catch me if you can.
Blue and red lights flashed behind him, beams of light from a flashlight catching him just as he rounded the corner to safety. He paused just long enough to hear a shout, then took off running. He weaved through the streets with ease, having memorized all the fastest routes years ago. He vaulted a low wall, ran gingerly through a poor excuse for a garden, crossed a street at a quick walk with his hood pulled low over his face, and ended up on his driveway with the cops left far behind. He allowed himself a quick smirk as he climbed through his bedroom window and shut it softly behind him. He tucked his bag into the back of his closet and shed his jacket and shoes with a smoothness that portrayed how often he had done this exact type of midnight adventuring. To complete the ruse, he ruffled up his hair and slid under the covers of his twin bed. A moment after he had gotten comfortable, his bedroom door opened softly and his aunt heaved a soft sigh. She knew that he had been out, not by any evidence left behind, but simply because she was a mother and mothers just know things. But she shut the door gently and padded back to her room, because as reckless as Tanner was, he knew better than to get himself in any real trouble.
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The young rookie tilted his head, waving his flashlight back and forth to see the piece in its entirety. “So...is this a gang message?” He asked, looking over at his mustached partner, who rolled his eyes. “Nope. Just a couple kids who think they’re hot stuff.” He grumbled, already writing notes. His young companion sighed. “Why do we even bother with little things like this. It’s not like they’re hurting anyone. Besides, if you ask me, this is actually kinda funny.” One bushy eyebrow went up and the beady eye beneath it roved over the wall that now displayed two dorky cops standing over a city that was splashed with red and black figures with a phrase ghosted over everything: Catch me if you can.
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Dislikes: Snobs, cats (allergic to them), her stepfather, bullies and rude people, cheaters and liars, strong alcohol, being seen as a threat, judgmental people, cigarettes, materialistic people
Vices: Retaliatory, defensive, emotional and moody, vulgar, easily overwhelmed
Virtues: Friendly and warm, protective, kind and altruistic, reliant, independent[/div][/div][/div] [div class=minicontain style="top:-975px;left:270px"] [div class=roundedwords][div class=dots][div class=dots style="top:0px;left: 15px"][/div][div class=dots style="top:-7px;left: 30px"][/div][/div]personality[/div] [div class=minioverflow][div class=overflow style="width:109%"]Upon first sight, Vanna appears to be a typical West Sider, wearing leather jackets and combat boots and appearing more intimidating than the East Side kids. Her personality, however, is very far from intimidating. The girl is quite sociable and friendly. While she is not one to naively go up to a possibly rude and arrogant East Sider and try to make conversation, she will try to keep the mood lighthearted and keep a conversation going (no matter how awkward her attempts may be).
Unlike some of the West and East Siders, Vanna doesn't hate the opposite side. In fact, she is quite interested in going to the East Side school and seeing how it's different from school on the West Side of Ships Haven. She is quite warmhearted and selfless with a love of helping others, whether it be the poor(er) and less fortunate or volunteering for another cause. Her sense of altruism is not limited to the less fortunate, but also to everyone around her.
Of her most prominent traits are her independence and trustworthiness. Vanna is perfectly capable of taking care of herself and she is extremely responsible, knowing what she needs to do and doing it. She rarely requires help to complete a task and often prefers to figure things out by herself. Being an older sister, she has to be able to take care of her little brother and sister while her mother works. She also has a protective and caring side towards those she cares about.
However, Vanna is not an angel who is constantly perfect and wonderful and sees the best in absolutely everyone. When she's run out of patience with you, don't expect her patience to be replenished. If you get on her nerves, she will retaliate and despite seeming innocently optimistic, the girl is not past holding grudges. Her very defensive and overprotective nature means that getting on her bad side will not end well at all.
She is a very temperamental person and her mood changes quickly. Something that was meant to be a joke about her can easily hurt her feelings and Vanna's self-esteem fluctuates quite often. She unfortunately cares about what other people think about her and it influences how she thinks about herself. In a way, she tries to exude a confident and laid-back attitude, but when someone says something about her, it really stays with her.
Furthermore, despite her kind personality, Vanna can be quite vulgar in her language. While she does not make crude or sexual jokes, she is prone to swearing normally as a bad habit and especially when she's upset. [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display:none"] [div class=title style="height: 60px;top:-705px;left:15px"][div class=smallborder][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://www.forumartuklu.org/attachments/erkekfotofrmartuklu-8-jpg.3034/);background-size:170%;filter: saturate(50%)][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:60px;margin-left:0px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://static.tumblr.com/fa218f8d6b0feebbcc2a00c5825d149d/pz2ki8e/I0zo5a8sw/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg);background-size:180%;background-position:80% 0%][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:115px;margin-left:0px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/a8/07/aea807bd19f1fe303f4b9e6000bfb182.jpg);background-size:170%;background-position:50% 0%][/div][/div] [div class=topwords style=height:25px;width:225px;text-align:right;top:15px;left:55px;font-weight:300]on my own again history[/div][/div] [div class=minicontain style="width:285px"] [class=minioverflow2]height:265px;width:230px;padding:5px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:50px;font-family:'Open Sans', sans-serif;font-size:0.75em;overflow:hidden [/class] [div class=minioverflow2][div class=overflow style=width:105%]Vanna was born to a lower-class family living in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Her mother was a prostitute and with her own parents being old and sickly, it was the only way she knew she could provide for them. From a very young age, the little girl was left with her grandparents and since her mother was rarely home, she learned to become self-sufficient. She was 6 when her mother hooked up with an apparently wealthy man from the United States who came to Cambodia as a tourist. He wanted her to immigrate to the United States to live with him and promised to pay all the costs of the paperwork and such.
Though she could not bring her parents to the States, she agreed to it. It took 3 years in total to finish the immigration process and her mother began working as a waitress on the East Side, sending money to her parents in Cambodia every month. The man generally treated Vanna as a daughter and her mother as if she were his wife, something that she was comfortable with. Vanna, however, did not like this very much and disliked it even more when the two got married 2 years later. After this, her mother left her job and became a homemaker after getting pregnant with twins when Vanna was 12.
Vanna Khiev became Vanna Clarkson after the change in surnames. The twins, a girl and a boy, were born in the springtime and the girl protected them fiercely. They all loved each other and were very close. A while after the birth of the twins, her stepfather would go out later and later and wouldn't show up until morning or even days later. Her mother became noticeably more paranoid and prone to rushing during these times when he would leave for days without explanation.
Her mother found out that he was cheating on her after one of the other women (who apparently came to the US on vacation but lived in another country) sent him a very suggestive letter in the mail to their address. When he returned, her mother brought it up and though it started very passively, he took it personally and it erupted into a loud, long argument. They were divorced when Vanna turned 15 and her stepfather forced them to leave, though the result of the divorce was that he paid for child support.
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Vela Katsaros
She sighed a bit in relief as she turned to the boy. Simply hearing him say “You’re fine, really" made her feel much better. She was truly grateful that he hadn't interpreted her words the wrong way. Sometimes, she was just so nervous that she would speak without thinking and would come off as rude or cold. Of course, Vela knew that she couldn't blame anyone else for "making" her say those things, though she could blame anxiety. At the same time, she could have given her words a second thought, which would have made her less likely to seem impolite, weird, or standoffish. Could it have made her feel more confident in her speaking? Probably. Would her anxiety subside long enough for her to do this? Not likely.
“If you’re ever bored I’m usually free and can be found around the Q or in the clubs building,” .the boy said with a wink, and Vela smiled a bit more. She nodded before looking around and looking back at him. "Okay... uh, thanks," she said, sounding a bit awkward yet sincere in her tone, smiling more sheepishly now. As the boy went off to the courtyard, Vela put all her supplies in her locker with the exception of a normal black-and-white composition notebook and an average No. 2 pencil. She hummed a bit as she tapped the eraser side of the pencil against the notebook that she held in her opposite hand.
She began thinking about different things - the clubs, her anxiety, her brief conversation with Cain. During the years she had attended the school, she never joined any clubs, especially not the music club. She had been far too nervous to even think about joining, but it was her senior year, so she thought it would probably be best for her to come out her shell just a bit more, though it would be a hard thing to do. Vela wondered if her conversation with the boy she met could have been considered a conversation at all. It was short and she barely spoke. Had she been too quiet? Did she make herself look like a shy child, too afraid to speak up? She was almost 18, damn it. She really couldn't afford to stay like this forever. Well, technically, it was possible to stay anxious forever, but would prove to be a huge liability at one point or another. Maybe the first step would be joining a club where she could socialize, though it sounded so small and futile. But one step at a time, right?
"Maybe I will. But not now. Tomorrow...maybe. No, tomorrow for sure," Vela whispered to herself determinedly as she closed the locker and headed out to the courtyard. She had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was that she was going to find somewhere, anywhere, to write anything that came to mind. She had started on a song, though it was quite dark, but she liked dark. Rarely did she write about sunshine and rainbows, but instead "thunderclouds and night skies", as she so metaphorically put it. The courtyard was a nice place to write - it was peaceful and quiet, except when it wasn't so peaceful and quiet. Either way, it was the only option the werewolf had in mind, so she just walked to the courtyard.
Sitting on the outskirts of the courtyard, away from the others, she began to write and doodle absentmindedly from time to time. As she wrote, Vela felt calmer, her hand tremors lessening and allowing her to write more smoothly. Writing usually helped when she felt seriously nervous, doubtful, upset, angry - basically, it helped her calm down in general.
She sighed a bit in relief as she turned to the boy. Simply hearing him say “You’re fine, really" made her feel much better. She was truly grateful that he hadn't interpreted her words the wrong way. Sometimes, she was just so nervous that she would speak without thinking and would come off as rude or cold. Of course, Vela knew that she couldn't blame anyone else for "making" her say those things, though she could blame anxiety. At the same time, she could have given her words a second thought, which would have made her less likely to seem impolite, weird, or standoffish. Could it have made her feel more confident in her speaking? Probably. Would her anxiety subside long enough for her to do this? Not likely.
“If you’re ever bored I’m usually free and can be found around the Q or in the clubs building,” .the boy said with a wink, and Vela smiled a bit more. She nodded before looking around and looking back at him. "Okay... uh, thanks," she said, sounding a bit awkward yet sincere in her tone, smiling more sheepishly now. As the boy went off to the courtyard, Vela put all her supplies in her locker with the exception of a normal black-and-white composition notebook and an average No. 2 pencil. She hummed a bit as she tapped the eraser side of the pencil against the notebook that she held in her opposite hand.
She began thinking about different things - the clubs, her anxiety, her brief conversation with Cain. During the years she had attended the school, she never joined any clubs, especially not the music club. She had been far too nervous to even think about joining, but it was her senior year, so she thought it would probably be best for her to come out her shell just a bit more, though it would be a hard thing to do. Vela wondered if her conversation with the boy she met could have been considered a conversation at all. It was short and she barely spoke. Had she been too quiet? Did she make herself look like a shy child, too afraid to speak up? She was almost 18, damn it. She really couldn't afford to stay like this forever. Well, technically, it was possible to stay anxious forever, but would prove to be a huge liability at one point or another. Maybe the first step would be joining a club where she could socialize, though it sounded so small and futile. But one step at a time, right?
"Maybe I will. But not now. Tomorrow...maybe. No, tomorrow for sure," Vela whispered to herself determinedly as she closed the locker and headed out to the courtyard. She had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was that she was going to find somewhere, anywhere, to write anything that came to mind. She had started on a song, though it was quite dark, but she liked dark. Rarely did she write about sunshine and rainbows, but instead "thunderclouds and night skies", as she so metaphorically put it. The courtyard was a nice place to write - it was peaceful and quiet, except when it wasn't so peaceful and quiet. Either way, it was the only option the werewolf had in mind, so she just walked to the courtyard.
Sitting on the outskirts of the courtyard, away from the others, she began to write and doodle absentmindedly from time to time. As she wrote, Vela felt calmer, her hand tremors lessening and allowing her to write more smoothly. Writing usually helped when she felt seriously nervous, doubtful, upset, angry - basically, it helped her calm down in general.
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Pai Chan
Elder Member
Name: Sarah Rayne
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
West or East: West
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 5'4" 120 lbs.
Body Type: Average
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Nose ring. Several ear piercings.
Likes:
▲Anything horror
▲Cloudy days and rainy days
▲Sketching
Dislikes:
▼Jocks and cheerleaders (top of totem pole social group people)
▼Loud people
▼Mainstream thinkers and sheep-like followers
Personality:
Sarah was the creepy girl of the school. She had a piercing stare due to her blue eyes. She dressed in dark apparel. And she kept to herself. The few that did manage to talk to her knew that she wasn't a bad person but even that opinion ceased when someone found out about the contents of her journal that seemed to be on her at all times. Then her earlier status became official. She didn't care because she never really hung out with many people anyway. Sarah was the type of girl to stay away from the crowd. This was surprisingly easy when the crowd went out of their way to avoid her. She could easily melt away into the background and out of attention.
Sometimes Sarah considered herself lucky. There were several others that were part of the goth or emo clique and they were picked on by the jocks of the school. It was the same as watching a movie or drama. It was obvious who was a target and the ones who didn't defend themselves were often people of the mentioned cliques and the occasional nerd. Maybe word got around what happened to the last person that tried picking on her. A small group of girls took Sarah's notebook and she pulled a knife on them. If someone ever made the girl upset they'd know about it. If someone ever pissed her off they wouldn't know it until she was acting it out later. Sarah would have violent tantrums. While still keeping her silent air about her Sarah was seen throwing objects and even threatening some classmates with a bat. She was known as a firecracker if messed with. Ever since then Sarah wasn't bothered much anymore.
The girl wasn't anywhere near the bottom of her class. But it was only her instructors that knew this. The few times Sarah was called in class she used to just say she didn't know the answer so she could go back to being in the background. To other students it seemed that she didn't care for her studies but her test scores always proved otherwise. She was a bright girl and even when called to stay after school and discuss anything regarding class participation. Sarah would tell the teacher that she didn't like the attention.
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Bio:
Anyone that knew of Sarah knew of her habits. The journal she carried around with her and the sketches and stories she wrote in them. Every new teacher her class received at school always offered a form of entertainment. It was like clockwork. A teacher would see her disturbing pictures and read her horrifying short stories and she'd get in trouble. Her parents were called on several occasions concerning the matter of the contents in the journal. They had gotten used to it and had put up with it since she was twelve. They had the same story ready every time.
"It's just a teenager expressing her emotions. It's normal."
Sarah wasn't fond of her parents. Her mother was always drunk along with her step father and they often got in fights. Sometimes when it seemed to get bad Sarah would try to break it up. Once the father turned on the girl when she pulled her knife on him and slapped her. The mother smashed a glass bottle over his head and after a moment of silence the two started laughing like the whole situation was funny. It was from that point, Sarah went out of her way to avoid them. Especially, if they were drunk.
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
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MahoganyLeaf
Member
root@localhost/ ~ ># ls -m
registry, log, bin, sys
root@localhost/ ~ ># cd registry/
root@localhost/registry/ > ~# find . -name F0v34
> Click to access entries.
registry, log, bin, sys
root@localhost/ ~ ># cd registry/
root@localhost/registry/ > ~# find . -name F0v34
> Click to access entries.
Port #: 270 - SSH - Unlocked
Port #: 82 - HTTP - Unlocked
Port #: 15 - SHL - Unlocked
Connected to archive database @45.678.9
Looking up registry entries for F0v34...
Entries located
Port #: 82 - HTTP - Unlocked
Port #: 15 - SHL - Unlocked
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Entries located
- Subject DossierName:Fara Leis
Nickname(s):FairySexualityHeterosexualGender:FemaleAge:18West/East:WestHeight:5'4"Weight:122 lbsComplexion:PorcelainHair:BlackEyes:Grayish-blueBody Type:SlimExtra details:
One noticable dark mole above her lips/ Round Eyeglasses/
Her choice of wardrobe are mainly composed of oversized and comfortable wear. Many of her shirts and sweaters are handovers from her brother which he has grown out of. Her style is simplistic yet nerdy in a sense. But in an unintentionally cute way. Her preferred color palette are cold icy nuances, consisting of white, grey, black and blues. Purple is a no-go. She is nearly always seen wearing feminine jewelry in modest fashion. Her nose piercing on the other hand, is only worn occasionally. Pearls are her favourite gemstone. Hoodies are an absolute must for some strange reason, serving as a permanent cover for her head whenever she steps foot outside. Same goes for turtlenecks. Anything to hide the marks.
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[1.subject dossier]
[2.personal history]
[3.psychological evaluation]
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Like other ordinary days after work, Greyson would take his visit to the hospital. Just today did he thankfully get an hour earlier off, a perfect opportunity to buy a new bouquet of flowers while the ones placed near the window had happened to wither. This quickly, although sad, became a firm routine to him. It was around the start of the sixth month since the incident took place. Whatever happened at that time to cause her misfortune, no clear answer about the circumstances was given yet. No exact leading clues according to the investigation team was found either. They weren't doing enough to help. Damned cheese crackers.
On the brighter side.
His sister had improved her level of consciousness. Thereby making a good amount of progress.
After the third month, she would open her eyes, look around or stare, eyes unfocused and incredibly dull. It progressed further as she began mumbling a series of incoherent sentences and words that weren't particularly going anywhere. But for him, her entire family- It meant hope. It gave them faith in the possibility of miracles. In which, the doctors and nurses gave them neither of- from the very start, warming the family up to the idea that their relative could have minimal chance of survival. To prepare them for the worst. Screw it all- screw them, he was having none of that pessimistic thinking. To give up so easily on a patient like that. Well, the patients probably had little to no significance to them anyway. He didn't mean to generalize all the hospital workers. Surely a few of them, if lucky, could be found possessing a rare golden heart, holding a great sense of responsibility and care towards their patients. But so, so few.
Greyson entered through the sliding door and headed for the elevator. The one to the right was apparently malfunctioning as stated by the poster.
He got inside and pressed the floor number, blocking the door with his foot just in time for an old couple to be let in.
They exchanged polite smiles as the friendly couple reached their selected floor, kindly bidding farewell to him before leaving. The upper floor was his destination. Greyson found himself taking a liking to the couple despite their brief meeting. So old, yet so attached and devoted. Their body language alone signaled this to an extent. For their best, he prayed his intuition didn't aim too far.
The hallways and waiting rooms, one of the distinctive elements about them was the noticeable smell of disinfectants and... sick people, well, obviously.
He'd seen her take strolls through the hospital hallways, not without, of course, the assistance of a nurse holding her. He remembered those moments clearly. She walked slowly and unsteady, like in a trance. Zombie-like. Eyes open with unsettlingly minimal blinking.
And then they'd eventually place her onto wheelchairs, take her around the building for some fresh air whenever she couldn't walk. They'd got to keep her moving as much as possible.
Her skin- Oh, her delicate skin. White as a sheet, but sickeningly greenish in the worst manner. The poor girl was emaciated as a result of being fed through a tube only for over five months. Dark circles had visibly occupied her eyesockets.
He talked shortly with the receptionist and was lastly called into the patient's room.
The female nurse had left the room after a quick sum up of Fara's health, endowing the siblings their desired alone time.
Greyson swapped the withered bouquet out with a fresher bundle and turned to sit by her bed.
His hand instinctively reached out to stroke her long locks of hair- brittle and thinned. His hand traveled farther up to caress her head, moving dark strands away from the forehead. One deep exhale as he bent forward to place a gentle kiss on top of her hair, before returning back to his seat but also refusing to let go of her hand so soon. Squeezing his grip tighter as he did so.
Waiting...patiently.
Any reaction..? Her eyes were open while the rest of her motionless.
Ah, was that subtle muttering he heard? Her lips parted and then closed, creating faint hoarse noises as her eyes were directed at the wall. Not so talkative today.
He resolved to tell her about his day. About his day at the laboratory, the boring news, funny stuff he'd done with his family during the weekend. How mom was currently doing- he had often made sure to invite Mrs. Leis to their apartment on the east side, so that she was left alone for as little as possible. And even Catherine's parents had been growing significantly on them, the two family sides, united for the sake of the youngest member- who was by now, two years old! They came to the funeral of his father as he recalled, perhaps out of a sense of obligation, but he was nonetheless grateful for their courtesy.
Ah, and then the condolences to his sister- which sounded far too shallow for his liking, considering they never knew much about her in the first place, nor cared.
Before he and his wife became engaged, Fara was long before introduced to Catherine and was drawn to her uniquely open-minded ideology. She was, however, not too fond of her family, finding them to be spoiled and spoon-fed. How old was she back then? Around eleven to twelve. Now sixteen and knocked out.
How the times changed.
The girl stirred as her eyes darted around. She responded to his voice- that was good news. But the restraints...It never ceased to pain him seeing her strapped up like this. Strapped tightly to prevent her from tearing any tubes out. Ouch, for god's sake.
He found himself staring at one of the monitors surrounding them. It displayed her heart rate and rhythm. He was told she would often be in a state of lucid dreaming. He wanted to know more about her dreams. Time and again, the nurses would find her whimpering and gasp for air in the middle of the night- meaning that nightmares were appearing as well. Her brain was suffering, and the nightmares undoubtedly reflected that.
Lost in thoughts, he almost didn't notice her attempts at moving, hands sprawling then clenching into fists.
He called out her name twice, to see if she'd respond.
Her eyes, for instance, widened at first then narrowed as if trying to focus as a soft groan broke out.
"C-can you hear me..see me?" Greyson silently begged for any signs improvement, anything that would draw her closer to consciousness.
"...Hh..huh..?" The girl slurred and blinked sharply.
He jumped at the prospect and repeated once again his questions, hence louder.
"Who am I?" He asked.
"Ah, Grey..son. My brother.."
His breath hitched and shoulders tensed.
"Do you know where you are? His voice not hiding the quivering.
"At..hos..pital..?"
Oh holy god, she was talking back to him- like literally, to him. Not possessed by some strange dream keeping her in chains.
She was awake and conscious. He hastily pressed the alarm button near the bed in what felt like punching the shit outta it, but like hell he cared. His body shook as the urge to cry took over but composed himself when a middle-aged grumpy woman showed up in a hurry, footsteps were heard behind her. She was initially annoyed by the fact he'd pressed the emergency button, automatically assuming he didn't have a reason authentic enough to justify his need to press it- why the suspicion? Did they come across this often? Her glare eased and turned to surprise when her sight fell upon the patient- staring wide-eyed back and forth between the lady and Greyson, lips pressed tightly together. Fara understandably awaited proper explanations for the reason for her current whereabouts.
The lady spoke to the dark-haired girl. And again, what felt unreal, she answered her directly and could actually hold a minor conversation, albeit in a slurred confused manner. During the whole examination, Fara kept her gaze constantly either on him or any nearby furniture, refusing to meet eye contact with the woman unless asked to. He'd have sprung out and embraced her if it hadn't been for the sake of the test to be carried through. The result came out positive. She was wide awake, although not without severely impaired brain functions. Amnesia was to be expected along with mood swings. No anger outbursts yet. Just mere confusion.
The damage inflicted to her right hemisphere risked her of having developed Alexithymia. Decreased emotional functioning as he'd understood from the term.
Whether these were permanent or not was yet to be determined.
But Fara had so, so much to relearn. Eat, walk, talk. Knowing her good old self, she'd be feeling humiliated by all this.
No, no no. She had to stay the same! She was still their Fara. His Fairy!
The dreadful stories replayed in his mind. Stories told about misfortunate victims who lost themselves. Even completely.
Now the doctors came.
A rigid Greyson was requested to wait outside. He held back from protesting and obliged hesitantly.
No, It was alright. He had to believe she'd be alright in the end.
Reaching for his phone, he called his mother and told her the big news. She could barely speak after this. She was on her way.
"But wait, mom aren't you on your break? Would it be okay with your boss for you to-"
The call ended abruptly.
Heh.
Mom didn't care about her job too much, not when her family came first...
He inhaled sharply as if forgotten how to breathe. Arm dropping to his side, eyes closed as he merely nodded to no other than himself. People might stare or not. Biting his lips, he found an empty seat to slump down upon.
'Just freaking exhale, Greyson. Goddamned.' What came next was lesser subtle.
"Oh..kay."
Greyson chuckled almost shakingly into his hand, head lifted heavenward. Not caring shit if he looked like a fool.
On the brighter side.
His sister had improved her level of consciousness. Thereby making a good amount of progress.
After the third month, she would open her eyes, look around or stare, eyes unfocused and incredibly dull. It progressed further as she began mumbling a series of incoherent sentences and words that weren't particularly going anywhere. But for him, her entire family- It meant hope. It gave them faith in the possibility of miracles. In which, the doctors and nurses gave them neither of- from the very start, warming the family up to the idea that their relative could have minimal chance of survival. To prepare them for the worst. Screw it all- screw them, he was having none of that pessimistic thinking. To give up so easily on a patient like that. Well, the patients probably had little to no significance to them anyway. He didn't mean to generalize all the hospital workers. Surely a few of them, if lucky, could be found possessing a rare golden heart, holding a great sense of responsibility and care towards their patients. But so, so few.
Greyson entered through the sliding door and headed for the elevator. The one to the right was apparently malfunctioning as stated by the poster.
He got inside and pressed the floor number, blocking the door with his foot just in time for an old couple to be let in.
They exchanged polite smiles as the friendly couple reached their selected floor, kindly bidding farewell to him before leaving. The upper floor was his destination. Greyson found himself taking a liking to the couple despite their brief meeting. So old, yet so attached and devoted. Their body language alone signaled this to an extent. For their best, he prayed his intuition didn't aim too far.
The hallways and waiting rooms, one of the distinctive elements about them was the noticeable smell of disinfectants and... sick people, well, obviously.
He'd seen her take strolls through the hospital hallways, not without, of course, the assistance of a nurse holding her. He remembered those moments clearly. She walked slowly and unsteady, like in a trance. Zombie-like. Eyes open with unsettlingly minimal blinking.
And then they'd eventually place her onto wheelchairs, take her around the building for some fresh air whenever she couldn't walk. They'd got to keep her moving as much as possible.
Her skin- Oh, her delicate skin. White as a sheet, but sickeningly greenish in the worst manner. The poor girl was emaciated as a result of being fed through a tube only for over five months. Dark circles had visibly occupied her eyesockets.
He talked shortly with the receptionist and was lastly called into the patient's room.
The female nurse had left the room after a quick sum up of Fara's health, endowing the siblings their desired alone time.
Greyson swapped the withered bouquet out with a fresher bundle and turned to sit by her bed.
His hand instinctively reached out to stroke her long locks of hair- brittle and thinned. His hand traveled farther up to caress her head, moving dark strands away from the forehead. One deep exhale as he bent forward to place a gentle kiss on top of her hair, before returning back to his seat but also refusing to let go of her hand so soon. Squeezing his grip tighter as he did so.
Waiting...patiently.
Any reaction..? Her eyes were open while the rest of her motionless.
Ah, was that subtle muttering he heard? Her lips parted and then closed, creating faint hoarse noises as her eyes were directed at the wall. Not so talkative today.
He resolved to tell her about his day. About his day at the laboratory, the boring news, funny stuff he'd done with his family during the weekend. How mom was currently doing- he had often made sure to invite Mrs. Leis to their apartment on the east side, so that she was left alone for as little as possible. And even Catherine's parents had been growing significantly on them, the two family sides, united for the sake of the youngest member- who was by now, two years old! They came to the funeral of his father as he recalled, perhaps out of a sense of obligation, but he was nonetheless grateful for their courtesy.
Ah, and then the condolences to his sister- which sounded far too shallow for his liking, considering they never knew much about her in the first place, nor cared.
Before he and his wife became engaged, Fara was long before introduced to Catherine and was drawn to her uniquely open-minded ideology. She was, however, not too fond of her family, finding them to be spoiled and spoon-fed. How old was she back then? Around eleven to twelve. Now sixteen and knocked out.
How the times changed.
The girl stirred as her eyes darted around. She responded to his voice- that was good news. But the restraints...It never ceased to pain him seeing her strapped up like this. Strapped tightly to prevent her from tearing any tubes out. Ouch, for god's sake.
He found himself staring at one of the monitors surrounding them. It displayed her heart rate and rhythm. He was told she would often be in a state of lucid dreaming. He wanted to know more about her dreams. Time and again, the nurses would find her whimpering and gasp for air in the middle of the night- meaning that nightmares were appearing as well. Her brain was suffering, and the nightmares undoubtedly reflected that.
Lost in thoughts, he almost didn't notice her attempts at moving, hands sprawling then clenching into fists.
He called out her name twice, to see if she'd respond.
Her eyes, for instance, widened at first then narrowed as if trying to focus as a soft groan broke out.
"C-can you hear me..see me?" Greyson silently begged for any signs improvement, anything that would draw her closer to consciousness.
"...Hh..huh..?" The girl slurred and blinked sharply.
He jumped at the prospect and repeated once again his questions, hence louder.
"Who am I?" He asked.
"Ah, Grey..son. My brother.."
His breath hitched and shoulders tensed.
"Do you know where you are? His voice not hiding the quivering.
"At..hos..pital..?"
Oh holy god, she was talking back to him- like literally, to him. Not possessed by some strange dream keeping her in chains.
She was awake and conscious. He hastily pressed the alarm button near the bed in what felt like punching the shit outta it, but like hell he cared. His body shook as the urge to cry took over but composed himself when a middle-aged grumpy woman showed up in a hurry, footsteps were heard behind her. She was initially annoyed by the fact he'd pressed the emergency button, automatically assuming he didn't have a reason authentic enough to justify his need to press it- why the suspicion? Did they come across this often? Her glare eased and turned to surprise when her sight fell upon the patient- staring wide-eyed back and forth between the lady and Greyson, lips pressed tightly together. Fara understandably awaited proper explanations for the reason for her current whereabouts.
The lady spoke to the dark-haired girl. And again, what felt unreal, she answered her directly and could actually hold a minor conversation, albeit in a slurred confused manner. During the whole examination, Fara kept her gaze constantly either on him or any nearby furniture, refusing to meet eye contact with the woman unless asked to. He'd have sprung out and embraced her if it hadn't been for the sake of the test to be carried through. The result came out positive. She was wide awake, although not without severely impaired brain functions. Amnesia was to be expected along with mood swings. No anger outbursts yet. Just mere confusion.
The damage inflicted to her right hemisphere risked her of having developed Alexithymia. Decreased emotional functioning as he'd understood from the term.
Whether these were permanent or not was yet to be determined.
But Fara had so, so much to relearn. Eat, walk, talk. Knowing her good old self, she'd be feeling humiliated by all this.
No, no no. She had to stay the same! She was still their Fara. His Fairy!
The dreadful stories replayed in his mind. Stories told about misfortunate victims who lost themselves. Even completely.
Now the doctors came.
A rigid Greyson was requested to wait outside. He held back from protesting and obliged hesitantly.
No, It was alright. He had to believe she'd be alright in the end.
Reaching for his phone, he called his mother and told her the big news. She could barely speak after this. She was on her way.
"But wait, mom aren't you on your break? Would it be okay with your boss for you to-"
The call ended abruptly.
Heh.
Mom didn't care about her job too much, not when her family came first...
He inhaled sharply as if forgotten how to breathe. Arm dropping to his side, eyes closed as he merely nodded to no other than himself. People might stare or not. Biting his lips, he found an empty seat to slump down upon.
'Just freaking exhale, Greyson. Goddamned.' What came next was lesser subtle.
"Oh..kay."
Greyson chuckled almost shakingly into his hand, head lifted heavenward. Not caring shit if he looked like a fool.
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Noah James Lox
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If you close your eyes
- name: Noah Lox
age: 18
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
east/west: West
eye color: Brown
hair color: Brown
height/weight: 5'11"/175lbs
body type: Athletic
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Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
- likes: Jokes, Electronics, Food, Gaming
dislikes: Slow Internet, Broccoli/Spinach, Schoolwork, Rats
strengths: Loyal, Hardworking, Caring, Silly
weaknesses: Awkward, Babbler, Hyperactive, Goofy
personality: Noah is the type that can't stop moving. There's always something new he can be doing and he has to go find it. He's loud and silly and can easily give someone a headache if they aren't used to him. He means well, but sometimes his first thought gets the best of him, and that leads to good and bad situations, especially when he's supposed to be in charge. He cares for those closest to him, but it can be hard to tell from an outside point of view due to his constant motion and image of impatience. Due to his inability to be inactive it comes across as dismissal to those who don't know him well, and can lead to him doing something that could confuse or bother someone in his quest for adventure.
With those he's close to however, he's an extremely caring friend and he tries to be as attentive as possible. When someone's sad, he does everything he can to make them smile. He enjoys a good joke and loves to laugh and make fun of himself, never backing down from making a fool of himself. Noah does have a bit of a temper, but it's extremely hard to find. He knows he can be difficult, due to his abundance of energy and because of this awareness, he knows to be patient when people get mad or annoyed with him. He's become annoyed with people often, but it takes a bit to get him truly angry.
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Does it almost feel like you've been here before?coded by y o u n g j a e
- bio: Noah was born the oldest of five, having three younger brothers and one younger sister. Noah was 4 years old when his first brother was born and 5 years when his second brother came around. He was 7 years when his youngest brother was born and 13 when his baby sister was born. The day she was born, all four brothers silently reached an agreement, with Noah in charge.They would do anything to protect their little sister. With the birth of the youngest Lox child, everyone was happy. They weren't the richest family, but they had enough to support them and keep them happy.
Or so they thought. Noah was 13 going on 14 when his father abandoned them. The man took off in the middle of the night and never came back, causing a rage in his eldest son. Even four years later it's one of the few things that can still make him truly angry.
Once he left, Noah took it upon himself to be the man of the family. While he struggled at times, due to his abundance of energy, he did his best. He had a year of watching his mother break her back to try and keep her five children happy and healthy with food and clothes and a roof over their heads. And she did a good job.
By the summer before Noah entered his freshman year of high school, he was already searching for summer jobs to help out his mother. The two made a pact that during the summer he could help out, but during the school year he had to be focused on school. While he tried to stick to the agreement for the sake of his mother, Noah found he couldn't. Without his father and only one income, the young teen found ways to sneak around and find odd jobs around town. Seeing as ever since he was young, he had a knack for technology - not that he got to explore it often - the owners of small stores were happy to pay him a few bucks to make sure the electronic systems they had were working as best they could.
Unable to put his mother through anymore hardships, he did his best to stay out of trouble, often coming off as a coward in such a rough area, seeing as he would often duck away from fights and stayed away from joining in on fights, drugs, partying, and committing crimes. Noah didn't really mind, preferring to keep his head down and stay close to the friends he had while doing small electronic favors for those who could provide a bit of cash in exchange. Seeing as the school burnt down, Noah is secretly excited at the idea of going to school on the East side. If only because of all the advanced tech they're bound to have. Seeing as they're rich and all.
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"Get out of my face..."It had been a long day already and it didn't seem like it was going to be ending soon. Narrowing her sharp golden eyes, Akira crossed her arms across her chest, feeling the material of her hoodie wrinkle underneath her covered arms. "This isn't funny," she grumbled, almost snapping in a low voice. Luc let out a huff from behind her, laying on his side in the grass, watching his partner and fellow Pokemon with an amused look.
The raven-haired girl turned to look over her shoulder and glare at the lazing Luxray. "Don't start with me." she warned before turning back to stare down the tiny Pichu in front of her. "What have I told you about going off on your own?" she asked, her voice stern.
Sora's eyes began to water as the baby of the team looked up at the woman who took her in began to scold her. "Chu..." she whimpered, pushing out her lower lip. "Pichu chu...."
Akira rolled her eyes, bending down to be closer to Sora's height. She picked up the small electronic device that was laying between them and held it up at eye level. "Not a toy. Remember that." she said with finality before giving the small electric mouse a pat on the head, pushing her green headband down over her eyes.
"Pichu pichu pi!" Sora cried, hands waving wildly to try and push the cloth up so she could see again.
Shaking her head, Akira let out a small huff of air compared to a chuckle and walked over to Luc, dropping down beside the large Luxray. Letting out a soft hum, she leaned back, settling in for another nap when the device she'd just taken from Sora beeped at her. Akira groaned loudly, tossing an arm over her eyes, pushing her hood back slightly when she felt Sora jump on her stomach and poke at the device curiously. "No..." she mumbled to the tiny Pichu, sighing when the device beeped once more.
"Fine, fine!" she cried out, blindly reaching for the device and turning it on. Holding it above her face, she opened the unread email and sighed, tossing it down in front of Luc's face. He peered at it curiously before turning to look at his partner who was trying to sleep. He nudged her when she said nothing. She swatted him back, trying to roll over onto her side, only to be stopped when he grabbed the back of her baggy hoodie with his teeth. "Luc!" she cried, throwing herself onto her other side to face him now.
He nudged the device with his nose. "Ray."
"I don't wanna! I haven't had a nap today!" Akira complained, glaring at the small device. Luc growled lowly, making her narrow her eyes. She stared back, holding out for a few minutes, leaving Sora to glance back and forth between the two.
"Chu?"
"Fine!" she cried, annoyed now. Jumping to her feet in a fluid movement, she snatched her bag off the forest floor and shrugged it on her shoulder, picking up the tablet from in front of Luc. "Sora, up." she commanded, lowering her hand for the Pichu to jump onto.
"Pi!" she cried, running over and jumping onto the offered hand and scurrying up Akira's arm so she could sit on her shoulder.
The raven-haired girl looked back at her partner, still laying in the grass, his tail flicking back and forth. "Luc, let's go." she grumbled at him, ignoring his rumbling growl that she knew was a laugh. She let out a huff of air before turning on her heel, her bangs flying in her face at the sudden movement as she stalked down the road, headed towards the nearest city, Luc slowly getting up and walking behind her.
Luckily, she'd already been in the Kanto region and sitting outside of Vermillion City when she got the email. It made traveling easier. She really needed a nap.
coding; allrightsreserved
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location: random route/Vermillion City | scenario: - | tags: - - bio: Noah was born the oldest of five, having three younger brothers and one younger sister. Noah was 4 years old when his first brother was born and 5 years when his second brother came around. He was 7 years when his youngest brother was born and 13 when his baby sister was born. The day she was born, all four brothers silently reached an agreement, with Noah in charge.They would do anything to protect their little sister. With the birth of the youngest Lox child, everyone was happy. They weren't the richest family, but they had enough to support them and keep them happy.
- likes: Jokes, Electronics, Food, Gaming
- name: Noah Lox
A.n.e...2099
It’s just me
Kennedy "Kenny" Wright
Age: 17
DOB: 09/01/2000
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
West or East: East
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Brown with caramel highlights
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110
Body Type: Slim
Likes: Coconut scent, Writing, Being behind the scenes, the color blue
Dislikes: being in large crowds, being under pressure, cherry coke
Personality:
Being someone who is not frequently noticed is okay in Kenny's book, she likes not having to worry about people constantly judging her. She only talks to people she is comfortable around, which is really only her twin brother Teagan. She is very guarded and a private person. She loves writing with pen and paper, she writes everything. From stories, to poetry, to events that have occurred, She loves to put everything down on paper. Kenny is super loyal to those who she trust. She will back you up in a heart beat. Even if she is shy upon first glance, or several glances later, she will speak out if she has to. Though she hates crowds and being in the center of attention she has decided that she wants to break out of her shell. She is going to be graduating and she knows she cannot rely on her brother any longer. So she has made a vow to get out get herself this year.
Dislikes: being in large crowds, being under pressure, cherry coke
Personality:
Being someone who is not frequently noticed is okay in Kenny's book, she likes not having to worry about people constantly judging her. She only talks to people she is comfortable around, which is really only her twin brother Teagan. She is very guarded and a private person. She loves writing with pen and paper, she writes everything. From stories, to poetry, to events that have occurred, She loves to put everything down on paper. Kenny is super loyal to those who she trust. She will back you up in a heart beat. Even if she is shy upon first glance, or several glances later, she will speak out if she has to. Though she hates crowds and being in the center of attention she has decided that she wants to break out of her shell. She is going to be graduating and she knows she cannot rely on her brother any longer. So she has made a vow to get out get herself this year.
Kenny comes from a wealthy family, on the east side of town. Her mother was originally an west sider but married to her forbidden lover. Her parents have always showed their support to their family. Her dad has his the tendency to forget things or not really be there due to his business. Her mom is a true believer that everything happens for a reason. With loving parents and a loving brother, Kenny has always had the support of her family. Kenny was not always shy, she actually used to be super out going and a very bubbly child. Things changed for her when Kenny was just twelve. She was left in charge of babysitting her younger sister, while her parents took Teagan to a basketball tryout. She thought her baby sister, Morgan, was in her room taking her nap. She heard a loud crash coming from outside. She had turned the corner from the living room and saw the front door wide open. When she ran outside she saw her four year old sister covered in blood. From that day on the happiness she carried was duller, she blamed herself for the death of her sister.
All throughout middle school she hid away from large groups of people. She kept to herself and wanted no one to talk to her. She was still in shock of her sisters death, she still blamed herself. Going into high school she only had a few friends. She expressed herself through writing, but she would never let anyone read what she wrote. She recently opened up to her mother. Her family had noticed she was different but pretended as if nothing had happened to their bright and bubbly girl. Her mother got her help and for the past five months Kenny finally felt like she was going to be okay. This is why she wants to change, she's knows it is going to be hard but she wants to become herself.
All throughout middle school she hid away from large groups of people. She kept to herself and wanted no one to talk to her. She was still in shock of her sisters death, she still blamed herself. Going into high school she only had a few friends. She expressed herself through writing, but she would never let anyone read what she wrote. She recently opened up to her mother. Her family had noticed she was different but pretended as if nothing had happened to their bright and bubbly girl. Her mother got her help and for the past five months Kenny finally felt like she was going to be okay. This is why she wants to change, she's knows it is going to be hard but she wants to become herself.
Teagan Jordan "Tj" Wright
Age: 17
DOB: 09/01/2000
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
West or East: East
Eye Color: Hazel Green
Hair color: Brown
Height: 6'1
Weight: 165
Body Type: Athletic
Likes: To make people laugh, sports, running, drinking, and having fun
Dislikes: sad things, being bored, bullies, chocolate syrup, strawberries
Personality:
Tj loves being at the center of the action. He plays Basketball at his school and is considered to be a popular guy. Tj is outgoing and loves to flirt. He is protective over the people he cares about. He hates conflict but will gladly jump into a fight for someone he cares about. He is loyal, smart, and cocky. He longs to be accepted, so if he's rejected he takes it very personally. He will not show how hurt he is because he wants people to think highly of him. He hates being depressed and dwelling on sad things, he does not talk about his younger sister, Morgan. He will hurt people by making them the center of his joke just to look cool. After he will avoid those who he has hurt, because in reality he did not want to hurt them.
Dislikes: sad things, being bored, bullies, chocolate syrup, strawberries
Personality:
Tj loves being at the center of the action. He plays Basketball at his school and is considered to be a popular guy. Tj is outgoing and loves to flirt. He is protective over the people he cares about. He hates conflict but will gladly jump into a fight for someone he cares about. He is loyal, smart, and cocky. He longs to be accepted, so if he's rejected he takes it very personally. He will not show how hurt he is because he wants people to think highly of him. He hates being depressed and dwelling on sad things, he does not talk about his younger sister, Morgan. He will hurt people by making them the center of his joke just to look cool. After he will avoid those who he has hurt, because in reality he did not want to hurt them.
From a young age people knew that Tj was going to be an athlete. He showed great ability in running and anything else that involved him to be active. He has always been a class clown and took pride in making people feel better. When he was twelve he lost his baby sister, though it marked his twins life drastically, he tried to push down his pain and hurt away. When he was thirteen his basketball team won state, from then on out he was considered a popular. His high school years have been nothing but entertaining. He has been a varsity Basket ball player since sophomore year and climbed up his schools popularity ranking.
Fair season in Charleston, is the best time of the year. It means the weather is finally getting colder and the air is getting crisper. Who does not like a good fair? There are rides, food, and exhibits. It also meant a day of fun away from current responsibilities. Ashton could not wait for Saturday to come, she was going with her boyfriend and a few of their friends. By Friday of that week the group text had been blown up with excitement.
Saturday morning they all met up at gate four. The air was not as cool as it had been earlier this week. It was quite sunny and hot actually. The group of friends went on their way and did not hesitate in jumping in line for the fun rides. By noon they were hungry and needed fuel. The all scattered off in different directions, but knew where to meet up once they got their food. Hand in hand, Kenny and Brian walked around several food trucks before settling on one that sold pizza and hotdogs.
After everyone ate they checked out a few shows and exhibits. They debated if the worlds smallest woman was actually real or an illusion. After the sun had set they went on rides like drop zone and the ring of fire. Ashton was content and happy. Her chaotic life seemed calmed just by this one day of fun.
Saturday morning they all met up at gate four. The air was not as cool as it had been earlier this week. It was quite sunny and hot actually. The group of friends went on their way and did not hesitate in jumping in line for the fun rides. By noon they were hungry and needed fuel. The all scattered off in different directions, but knew where to meet up once they got their food. Hand in hand, Kenny and Brian walked around several food trucks before settling on one that sold pizza and hotdogs.
After everyone ate they checked out a few shows and exhibits. They debated if the worlds smallest woman was actually real or an illusion. After the sun had set they went on rides like drop zone and the ring of fire. Ashton was content and happy. Her chaotic life seemed calmed just by this one day of fun.
Pastry
spiritually disconnected
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//and do no show up in the final design,//
//these are to help you find everything easily//
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// in order to be hidden, from what I know. //
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[/div][div class="Img Form hidden"]
[/div]
[/div][div class="MobileContent hidden"][class=base] background:white; width:90%; margin:10px auto; padding:10px; //Ok so if you want to keep the Mobile design you will do a lot of copy and pasting // //BUT do not name anything besides "base" and "MobileButton" the same as the classes and links above// //they HAVE TO BE SEPARATE IN ORDER TO WORK PROPERLY.// //as you can see I just put the letter B behind everything to separate it// //Numbers don't work in class names from what I can tell// //IF YOU DON"T WANT THE MOBILE FRIENDLY PART// // 1. delete from [div class="MobileContent hidden"]// //all the way to the last [/column][/row] in the design// //you may have to delete a [/div] or two after that , how you can tell is when you preview the code you'll see// // [/div] at the bottom of the design and you just need to delete it at the bottom f the code and you will be good// //2. Delete all the MobileButton classes and, the Mobile Button Script// // and the Div that uses the MobileButton class// [/class] [class=hiddenB] display: none; [/class] [class=ImgB] border:2px solid #000000; line-height:0px; margin-left:5px; pointer-events:none; [/class] [class=ImagButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; text-align:center; float:left; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; [/class] [class name=ImagButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=ImagButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto; margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; color:white; [/class] [class=contentB] box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 15px; text-align: justify; [/class] [script class=ImagButtonB on=click] removeClass ImagButtonClickB ImagButtonB addClass ImagButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (show HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (show BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (show FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide BodyB) [/script] [class=CSButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [class name=CSButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=CSButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [script class=CSButtonB on=click] removeClass CSButtonClickB CSButtonB addClass CSButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "History") (show ContentHistoryB) if (eq "${link}" "History") (hide ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (show ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (hide ContentHistoryB) [/div]
Relationships cause I'm too lazy to code in the Relationships :[/script][/div][/div]
[div class="MobileButtonOne MobileButton"]Mobile Users
[div class="Desktop base"]
[div class=ImagButton style="Margin-left:40px;"]Face[/div][div class=ImagButton]Clothes[/div][div class=ImagButton]More Face[/div]
[div class=CSButton style="margin-right:80px;"]History[/div][div class=CSButton]Personality[/div]
[div class="Img Head"]
LUCAS DEGRASSI
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
West Or East: East
Eye Color : Hazel/Brown
Hair Color: Black with blonde sections, in a bohemian style.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 197 lbs
Appearance: Lucas is a very well build male, he is skinny, however he has the muscles to show off. Lucas wears a lot of formal yet casual clothing (as seen in "Clothing" photo). He enjoys staying stylish and fresh with the trends. Lucas also has thick eyebrows, a couple of freckles along his nose, and his nose is very pointed.
Body Type: Lucas is a Ectomorph/Mesomorph.
Tattoos, Piercings, Etc. Lucas has his ears pierced, but that's it.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
West Or East: East
Eye Color : Hazel/Brown
Hair Color: Black with blonde sections, in a bohemian style.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 197 lbs
Appearance: Lucas is a very well build male, he is skinny, however he has the muscles to show off. Lucas wears a lot of formal yet casual clothing (as seen in "Clothing" photo). He enjoys staying stylish and fresh with the trends. Lucas also has thick eyebrows, a couple of freckles along his nose, and his nose is very pointed.
Body Type: Lucas is a Ectomorph/Mesomorph.
Tattoos, Piercings, Etc. Lucas has his ears pierced, but that's it.
[div class="ContentPersonality"]
Personality: Lucas is a very kind, independent being. Lucas is a lot different then his brother, more the sweeter side. He is like a gay best friend, yet without the gay in it. Lucas, being a music player and developer; enjoys his solitary. He doesn't want anything to do with the West Siders, since his brother is apart of that gang, and usually they don't like him too much. However, if he has to talk to them, he might be a bit more hostile and defensive. Lucas is more in the upperclassman, so him being kind and more friendly then the others, he would seem more like an outcast, but he is more included then ever. Lucas is also a problem-solver. He helps out with problems even when it has nothing to do with him.
Likes: Stylish outfits, good grades, music.
Dislikes:Stuck up people, brother, darkness and terrible music like non-rock and EDM.
[/div][div class="show ContentHistory"]
Personality: Lucas is a very kind, independent being. Lucas is a lot different then his brother, more the sweeter side. He is like a gay best friend, yet without the gay in it. Lucas, being a music player and developer; enjoys his solitary. He doesn't want anything to do with the West Siders, since his brother is apart of that gang, and usually they don't like him too much. However, if he has to talk to them, he might be a bit more hostile and defensive. Lucas is more in the upperclassman, so him being kind and more friendly then the others, he would seem more like an outcast, but he is more included then ever. Lucas is also a problem-solver. He helps out with problems even when it has nothing to do with him.
Likes: Stylish outfits, good grades, music.
Dislikes:Stuck up people, brother, darkness and terrible music like non-rock and EDM.
[/div][div class="show ContentHistory"]
History
Lucas has had a different past. His parents were divorced, so he and Leah were separated at a young age of 5 years old. He lives in the East side and Leah lives on the west side. Lucas' mother isn't all too good to him, she leaves on "Business" trips all the time. That means, Lucas' home is unoccupied, open for parties. Lucas has always had perfect grades, he had a pretty nice sense of style. He was even on the band team! However, due to his advances in the music industry, he had quit to become a solo acoustic/rock artist. He never see's his Father or his sister Leah anymore, he doesn't like them too much anyways, Leah's always been a major a-hole to him.
[/div]Lucas has had a different past. His parents were divorced, so he and Leah were separated at a young age of 5 years old. He lives in the East side and Leah lives on the west side. Lucas' mother isn't all too good to him, she leaves on "Business" trips all the time. That means, Lucas' home is unoccupied, open for parties. Lucas has always had perfect grades, he had a pretty nice sense of style. He was even on the band team! However, due to his advances in the music industry, he had quit to become a solo acoustic/rock artist. He never see's his Father or his sister Leah anymore, he doesn't like them too much anyways, Leah's always been a major a-hole to him.
[/div][div class="MobileContent hidden"][class=base] background:white; width:90%; margin:10px auto; padding:10px; //Ok so if you want to keep the Mobile design you will do a lot of copy and pasting // //BUT do not name anything besides "base" and "MobileButton" the same as the classes and links above// //they HAVE TO BE SEPARATE IN ORDER TO WORK PROPERLY.// //as you can see I just put the letter B behind everything to separate it// //Numbers don't work in class names from what I can tell// //IF YOU DON"T WANT THE MOBILE FRIENDLY PART// // 1. delete from [div class="MobileContent hidden"]// //all the way to the last [/column][/row] in the design// //you may have to delete a [/div] or two after that , how you can tell is when you preview the code you'll see// // [/div] at the bottom of the design and you just need to delete it at the bottom f the code and you will be good// //2. Delete all the MobileButton classes and, the Mobile Button Script// // and the Div that uses the MobileButton class// [/class] [class=hiddenB] display: none; [/class] [class=ImgB] border:2px solid #000000; line-height:0px; margin-left:5px; pointer-events:none; [/class] [class=ImagButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; text-align:center; float:left; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; [/class] [class name=ImagButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=ImagButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto; margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; color:white; [/class] [class=contentB] box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 15px; text-align: justify; [/class] [script class=ImagButtonB on=click] removeClass ImagButtonClickB ImagButtonB addClass ImagButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (show HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (show BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (show FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide BodyB) [/script] [class=CSButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [class name=CSButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=CSButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [script class=CSButtonB on=click] removeClass CSButtonClickB CSButtonB addClass CSButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "History") (show ContentHistoryB) if (eq "${link}" "History") (hide ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (show ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (hide ContentHistoryB) [/div]
He felt a warmth wash over him, he grinned, bursting out in a ball of laughter, rolling around in the grass. He got up and grabbed his bag, slurring a few words and taking another drag, "Now that'ssss.... One way to get high real quick..." He grinned, stumbling out of the clearing, the animals and nature being disturbed as he went, which he hated anyways. He came up to the cabin, bumping into the porch. He staggered back, waving to the porch. He grabbed his suitcase and decided that now was the time to pick out a room. He went up the stairs, taking drags as he went, not giving a literal shit on the planet. He chose a room that didn't have any bags in it, chucking his stuff on the ground, gladly, nothing shattered. He looked around the room, he chose a bed that had blue covers, a bird on the wall, and a HUGE window that was facing the roof. He grinned. "My time to party..." He grinned, opening the window and taking the screen off with the greatest of care. He got up onto the roof, facing the backyard and holding his cigar up, "Wassup BITCHES!" He screamed, holding his hands in the air. Some would say, this was the first word he hadn't mumbled, whispered, or coughed the whole time he was there. Nixon staggered to the edge of the roof, realizing it was pretty high up. "Whyyy hellloooo people of the wooorld dooown theeeere..... I AM GOD!" He yelled, taking another long drag from the cigar
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spiritually disconnected
[class=base]
background:white;
width:90%;
margin:10px auto;
padding:10px;
//Forward slashes are comments //
//and do no show up in the final design,//
//these are to help you find everything easily//
//and explain some code as well (at least explain it in how I understand it to be don't know if its the Real explanation) //
//These comments must be with in a class or script tags//
// in order to be hidden, from what I know. //
//Long URls are images//
//# followed by letter and numbers are Hex codes//
//or color codes//
//the only color named by its name is White//
//this is the white background//
//or the base of the design//
[/class]
[class=hidden]
display: none;
//this allows all the content I don't want to be
seen until clicked to be hidden,
or not on display until I code otherwise//
[/class]
[class=Img]
border:2px solid #000000;
line-height:0px;
margin-left:5px;
pointer-events:none;
//the border around the Image//
//pointer-evnets:none; is my favorite peice of//
//code because it removes the "click for full size" tool tip//
//on the image and I personally find that really annoying //
//and distracting//
[/class]
[class=ImagButton]
background:#AA0101;
border-radius:5px;
margin:10px Auto;margin-right:5px;
padding:5px;
float:left;
Width:23%;
text-align:center;
float:left;
font-family:Book Antiqua;
color:White;
//The red buttons above the Images//
[/class]
[class name=ImagButton state=hover]
cursor:pointer;
Background-color:#48107E;
color:red;
//what the Imagebutton looks like//
// when a cursor hovers over it//
[/class]
[class=ImagButtonClick]
background:#330B5A;
border-radius:5px;
margin:10px Auto;
margin-right:5px;
padding:5px;
float:left;
Width:23%;
color:white;
//what the image button looks like when clicked on//
[/class]
[script class=ImagButton on=click]
removeClass ImagButtonClick ImagButton
addClass ImagButtonClick
//above allows the user to toggle between a clicked and non-clicked colored button//
set link (getText)
//above sets the link to what ever text I put on the button within a div//
if (eq "${link}" "Face") (show Head)
if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide Body)
if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide Form)
if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (show Body)
if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide Head)
if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide Form)
if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (show Form)
if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide Head)
if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide Body)
//this says "if the class "ImageButton" is used and div says "Face" set that as a link,//
//and when it's clicked show the class named "Head". The next line says to hide the other classes or in this case images//
[/script]
[class=CSButton]
background:#AA0101;
border-radius:5px;
margin:10px Auto;margin-right:50px;
padding:5px;
Width:15%;
float:right;
font-family:Book Antiqua;
color:White;
text-align:center;
//The Buttons for the extra CS information//
[/class]
[class name=CSButton state=hover]
cursor:pointer;
Background-color:#48107E;
color:red;
//How the extra info looks when a cursor hovers over it//
[/class]
[class=CSButtonClick]
background:#330B5A;
border-radius:5px;
margin10px Auto;margin-right:50px;
padding:5px;
Width:15%;
float:right;
font-family:Book Antiqua;
color:White;
text-align:center;
[/script]
[script class=CSButton on=click]
removeClass CSButtonClick CSButton
addClass CSButtonClick
set link (getText)
if (eq "${link}" "History") (show ContentHistory)
if (eq "${link}" "History") (hide ContentPersonality)
if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (show ContentPersonality)
if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (hide ContentHistory)
//The same as the other scripts but with the extra info buttons, half of coding, for me at least, is copy, paste, change one little thing, repeat.//
[/script]
[class=Notes]
//So below is where I actually put together the design and one thing to keep in mind is that within the//
//Divs you can name new classes inside it and that's what you use when using the show [new named class] //
//or hide [new named class] or any script function with the class. //
//Anything in the [div] [/div] tags with the button class are what the links are set to,//
// so if you change the name here you have to go back to the scripts and change the name to match. //
//^^^DO NOT STYLIZE THE LINK TEXT IN THE DIV WITH REGULAR BBC USE THE CLASS OR THE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW TO STYLIZEvvv//
// You can style that Individual element with a: style="Regular div code" in a div tag after the class
//EX [div class=Classname style="Background-color:#000000;"]//
//style=" " adds to that specific Div and only with in that div //
//(but it may affect other elements depending on what you add,//
// like where I set a right margin pushes the other button as well)//
// Remember that long urls are Images //
//and # followed by letters and numbers are colors //
//and the only color that is named is white within the classes above//
[/class]
[div class="Desktop base"]
[div class="Img Head"]
[/div][div class="Img Body hidden"]
[/div][div class="Img Form hidden"]
[/div]
[/div][div class="MobileContent hidden"][class=base] background:white; width:90%; margin:10px auto; padding:10px; //Ok so if you want to keep the Mobile design you will do a lot of copy and pasting // //BUT do not name anything besides "base" and "MobileButton" the same as the classes and links above// //they HAVE TO BE SEPARATE IN ORDER TO WORK PROPERLY.// //as you can see I just put the letter B behind everything to separate it// //Numbers don't work in class names from what I can tell// //IF YOU DON"T WANT THE MOBILE FRIENDLY PART// // 1. delete from [div class="MobileContent hidden"]// //all the way to the last [/column][/row] in the design// //you may have to delete a [/div] or two after that , how you can tell is when you preview the code you'll see// // [/div] at the bottom of the design and you just need to delete it at the bottom f the code and you will be good// //2. Delete all the MobileButton classes and, the Mobile Button Script// // and the Div that uses the MobileButton class// [/class] [class=hiddenB] display: none; [/class] [class=ImgB] border:2px solid #000000; line-height:0px; margin-left:5px; pointer-events:none; [/class] [class=ImagButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; text-align:center; float:left; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; [/class] [class name=ImagButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=ImagButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto; margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; color:white; [/class] [class=contentB] box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 15px; text-align: justify; [/class] [script class=ImagButtonB on=click] removeClass ImagButtonClickB ImagButtonB addClass ImagButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (show HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (show BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (show FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide BodyB) [/script] [class=CSButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [class name=CSButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=CSButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [script class=CSButtonB on=click] removeClass CSButtonClickB CSButtonB addClass CSButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "History") (show ContentHistoryB) if (eq "${link}" "History") (hide ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (show ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (hide ContentHistoryB) [/div]
Relationships cause I'm too lazy to code in the Relationships :[/script][/div][/div]
[div class="MobileButtonOne MobileButton"]Mobile Users
[div class="Desktop base"]
[div class=ImagButton style="Margin-left:40px;"]Face[/div][div class=ImagButton]Clothes[/div][div class=ImagButton]More Face[/div]
[div class=CSButton style="margin-right:80px;"]History[/div][div class=CSButton]Personality[/div]
[div class="Img Head"]
LUCAS DEGRASSI
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
West Or East: West
Eye Color : Hazel/Brown
Hair Color: Long brown hair, usually with a beanie on top.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 187 lbs
Appearance: Leah is a tall, brown haired female with dark brown eyes. She wears a lot of dark clothing, and it's usually not of the best quality. Her father never really gave her many clothes, so she relied on her own money and job to be able to get her nice things.
Body Type: Leah is an ectomorph.
Tattoos, Piercings, Etc. Leah has a couple of face tattoos, a whole arm sleeve, and a full back set. They are listed here. https://www.gettattoosideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/tattoos-for-women-45.jpg
www.tattoosmob.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Cute-Fingers-Tattoo-for-Women.jpg https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e2/d2/c0/e2d2c0a74d63bc05984d13ecb6bff887.jpg large back tattoos for women - Bing images
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
West Or East: West
Eye Color : Hazel/Brown
Hair Color: Long brown hair, usually with a beanie on top.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 187 lbs
Appearance: Leah is a tall, brown haired female with dark brown eyes. She wears a lot of dark clothing, and it's usually not of the best quality. Her father never really gave her many clothes, so she relied on her own money and job to be able to get her nice things.
Body Type: Leah is an ectomorph.
Tattoos, Piercings, Etc. Leah has a couple of face tattoos, a whole arm sleeve, and a full back set. They are listed here. https://www.gettattoosideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/tattoos-for-women-45.jpg
www.tattoosmob.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Cute-Fingers-Tattoo-for-Women.jpg https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e2/d2/c0/e2d2c0a74d63bc05984d13ecb6bff887.jpg large back tattoos for women - Bing images
[div class="ContentPersonality"]
Personality: Leah. Is. An. Asshole. In general, if you run into her, she won't be fun to hang out with. She hates parties, she hates going out to see people. She used to do that, but after a tragic event in her life, she will never go again. Leah doesn't like people, and interactions with others is difficult for her. Especially with the East-Siders joining the West, she absolutely despises the rich kids. However, he might have a couple of tight connections with a few of the East Siders, since she does tattoos all the time.
Likes: Drawing, Tattoos, Writing.
Dislikes: West-Siders, Color, Overly-exuberant people.
[/div][div class="show ContentHistory"]
Personality: Leah. Is. An. Asshole. In general, if you run into her, she won't be fun to hang out with. She hates parties, she hates going out to see people. She used to do that, but after a tragic event in her life, she will never go again. Leah doesn't like people, and interactions with others is difficult for her. Especially with the East-Siders joining the West, she absolutely despises the rich kids. However, he might have a couple of tight connections with a few of the East Siders, since she does tattoos all the time.
Likes: Drawing, Tattoos, Writing.
Dislikes: West-Siders, Color, Overly-exuberant people.
[/div][div class="show ContentHistory"]
History
Leah and Lucas were separated at a young age, yes. Leah had taken up becoming the West Side tattoo artist, since that's the only proper job that she can hold. Leah's father has never been around for her, and she hasn't seen Lucas in a long time. She's had a rough life, never really been in school since she absolutely sucks at it, and her artistry gets very little credit.
[/div]Leah and Lucas were separated at a young age, yes. Leah had taken up becoming the West Side tattoo artist, since that's the only proper job that she can hold. Leah's father has never been around for her, and she hasn't seen Lucas in a long time. She's had a rough life, never really been in school since she absolutely sucks at it, and her artistry gets very little credit.
[/div][div class="MobileContent hidden"][class=base] background:white; width:90%; margin:10px auto; padding:10px; //Ok so if you want to keep the Mobile design you will do a lot of copy and pasting // //BUT do not name anything besides "base" and "MobileButton" the same as the classes and links above// //they HAVE TO BE SEPARATE IN ORDER TO WORK PROPERLY.// //as you can see I just put the letter B behind everything to separate it// //Numbers don't work in class names from what I can tell// //IF YOU DON"T WANT THE MOBILE FRIENDLY PART// // 1. delete from [div class="MobileContent hidden"]// //all the way to the last [/column][/row] in the design// //you may have to delete a [/div] or two after that , how you can tell is when you preview the code you'll see// // [/div] at the bottom of the design and you just need to delete it at the bottom f the code and you will be good// //2. Delete all the MobileButton classes and, the Mobile Button Script// // and the Div that uses the MobileButton class// [/class] [class=hiddenB] display: none; [/class] [class=ImgB] border:2px solid #000000; line-height:0px; margin-left:5px; pointer-events:none; [/class] [class=ImagButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; text-align:center; float:left; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; [/class] [class name=ImagButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=ImagButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto; margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:23%; color:white; [/class] [class=contentB] box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 15px; text-align: justify; [/class] [script class=ImagButtonB on=click] removeClass ImagButtonClickB ImagButtonB addClass ImagButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (show HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Face") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (show BodyB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "Clothes") (hide FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (show FormB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide HeadB) if (eq "${link}" "More Face") (hide BodyB) [/script] [class=CSButtonB] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [class name=CSButtonB state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; [/class] [class=CSButtonClickB] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:5px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; Width:35%; float:right; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; text-align:center; [/class] [script class=CSButtonB on=click] removeClass CSButtonClickB CSButtonB addClass CSButtonClickB set link (getText) if (eq "${link}" "History") (show ContentHistoryB) if (eq "${link}" "History") (hide ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (show ContentPersonalityB) if (eq "${link}" "Personality") (hide ContentHistoryB) [/div]
He felt a warmth wash over him, he grinned, bursting out in a ball of laughter, rolling around in the grass. He got up and grabbed his bag, slurring a few words and taking another drag, "Now that'ssss.... One way to get high real quick..." He grinned, stumbling out of the clearing, the animals and nature being disturbed as he went, which he hated anyways. He came up to the cabin, bumping into the porch. He staggered back, waving to the porch. He grabbed his suitcase and decided that now was the time to pick out a room. He went up the stairs, taking drags as he went, not giving a literal shit on the planet. He chose a room that didn't have any bags in it, chucking his stuff on the ground, gladly, nothing shattered. He looked around the room, he chose a bed that had blue covers, a bird on the wall, and a HUGE window that was facing the roof. He grinned. "My time to party..." He grinned, opening the window and taking the screen off with the greatest of care. He got up onto the roof, facing the backyard and holding his cigar up, "Wassup BITCHES!" He screamed, holding his hands in the air. Some would say, this was the first word he hadn't mumbled, whispered, or coughed the whole time he was there. Nixon staggered to the edge of the roof, realizing it was pretty high up. "Whyyy hellloooo people of the wooorld dooown theeeere..... I AM GOD!" He yelled, taking another long drag from the cigar
