Create Yourself

[Ron Weasley]

This is going to be a trial thing, since it's something I've been wanting to do for a long time now and have never gotten around to.

I want to know what you and your life would look like in the form of a character application.

Part of this has always been a training tool for me, as in, I ask myself the question, if I were writing this about me instead of this character, what would I write down? This helps me to expand not only the history, but the personality as well. If I had to describe myself in how I look to other people, how would I do it?

Instead of doing this for a character this time, I want to do it for real. I want to know how you would write yourself as a character in application form. The form will be similar to what we've got here at H&H, with some extra spots added. The rules are simple.

1. The limits are that there are no limits. Hopefully you will be able to describe yourself with more than a few words, more than a few sentences even. No one here knows what you are really like, and in order for them to know more about you, you should be as detailed as possible, right? If you have freckles, say so, if you are tall, say so and how much. If you like pie say why, etc. Explain your childhood and your life up to this point. It might get long, but you're explaining who you are.

2. Be honest. As in, don't fabricate parts of your life or self to try and impress other people. If you'll believe it, your life is awesome and unique just the way it is. No adventures necessary.

3. Pictures are optional. I reserve the right to allow you to refuse to use one of yourself. If you want to use on, make sure it is small and/or a link to a bigger image. Let's not stretch up the page.

4. Yes, there will be points for everyone who participates. This is a risk that I am taking, asking people for their personal information. If you decide to give that information, then feel free to divulge. 50 points to your house or 25 galleons to every adult character. Please note which character you would like the points to be allocated to; only one entry per person.

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[b]Strengths:[/b]
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[b]Passions:[/b]
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[b]Secrets:[/b]
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b]
[b]Something Unique About You:[/b]
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[b]Family:[/b]
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[b]Image of Yourself:[/b] optional

[Abby Handley]

Ok I guess I,m the first to take the plunge and reveal all about moi lol.

Full Name: Melanie Marie-Joseé
Nicknames, pseudo names: Mel, Melie, Mellers, Melie Bean, Jelly Bean, Bean, Blue eyes, Frick, Lulu
Age && Birthday:25, May 27
Year in School or Degree:Culinary Management 2 year Diploma
Occupation:Chef

Eye color:Blue
Hair color:at the moment Brown
Height:5’7.5
Weight: no clue, I don’t weigh myself
Piercings: ears, I used to have my belly button done too
Tattoos: 3, Japanese symbol for hope on my lower back, Chinese symbol for desire on my left leg (both when I was 18) and I added a geisha fan and cherry blossoms to the one on my back
Other Markings: Birthmark on shoulder, and various scars on my arms and hands
General Appearance:What do I look like? Hmm, well I’m tall, I wear glasses and contacts, but I really do prefer my contacts. I have blue eyes, but they do change color, from light blue to a medium grey, all depending on my mood or the weather, or both. My hair is dark brown at the moment, but I dye it all the time so it wont be staying that color much longer, I’m thinking either red or black. God this is hard talking about how I look and not trying to be all conceited lol. I’ve got scars on my wrists and hands from cuts and burns from work and school, those make me kind of self conscious, and the small gap between my top front teeth too. Hmm, what else? That’s it I guess, for now anyways.

Likes: Animals (elephants and polar bears are my favorites), reading, writing (it really lets me get my feelings down on paper and helps me work through problems or dreams etc.), I love movies, I’m a big music fan, its rare when I’m not listening to music, I must admit I’m a huge gossiper, I’m a shopaholic, I can go into a store and easily pick out the most expensive thing there, without even looking at price tags or trying. I love food obviously, I love the whole relaxing and experimentation that comes with cooking, and I love to bake, which is something that many chefs hate. I’ll cook and bake just to do and then give it to my friends and the people that my boyfriend works with.
Dislikes: Vegetables, I hate them more than anything, I only like cucumbers and mushrooms, unless theres a stirfry (with no broccoli). Rude people, that drives me insane, and people who drive way too slow and don’t know where they’re going or are in the wrong lane and almost hit my car (theres a lot more I could go on about drivers lol). People who talk REALLY loudly on their cell phones when other people are around. When my boyfriend burps loudly and thinks its funny, its not lol. Liars, they drive me mad, I can’t stand people who lie. My boyfriends dad, we’ve been together 7 years and the man still doesn’t know my name. When my dad forces me to go to church because my grandmother is forcing him to go and he needs to talk to someone. Feet, they gross me out, I cant touch them or have people touch mine
Strengths:What am I good at? Well I’m a decent singer, I took lessons growing up, and when I was a kid I sang in the adult choir at church, the only thing I actually liked about going. I’m obviously a good cook/baker. Writing. Racking up high cell phone bills, this is so easy for me, even with a great plan, its nothing for me to have an 90$ bill. Shopping, yes I consider it a strength lol
Weaknesses:I’m not the greatest dancers, even though my sister is one of the best dancers for her age in the east coast. I’ve never actually been able to hit a baseball. I gossip way too much for my own good, and its bitten me in the butt a few times. In school I loved biology but I barely passed it in grade 12, and I think calculus is god’s idea of a cruel joke. I’m really sarcastic. I’ve been told that I have a temper like Pearl Harbor.
Passions:Food. Music. Shopping. Lip Gloss.
Phobias: Birds (but not penguins, Mark spent a whole night sending me penguin emoticons on msn, thinking I’d be petrified. His reaction was priceless when I told him I love penguins lol). Sharks. The dark.
Interests && Hobbies: Well I love to read, my favourite series are Harry Potter (of course) and Confessions of a Shopaholic (its sad that I see Becky in myself lol), and I want to read the Twilight series before the movie comes out. I used to figure skate and I still like to go out on the ice and fool around. I watch lots of movies, I love movies, and TV, although I watch less of it, and just download instead. I love reading about Russian History and I’ve done research for fun (I can be a bit of dork at times lol) and one day I would love to write a book on it, along with a cook book. I love to travel, although I’ve never been on a trip outside of North America that I can remember.
Secrets: I kissed a girl , and before you ask, no there was no cherry flavored chapstick
The 2 people I consider to be my “persons” (the ones who I tell everything to) I’ve never actually met.
I’ve never thought I was pretty.
I hate the fact that I don’t actually look my age, I still get id’d in a province where the legal drinking age is 18.
I keep a dictionary at my computer in case people use words I don’t know and I can look them up easily.
I have a lip gloss addiction, I have more than 20 different lip glosses, all bought within the last 3 months.
When I’m bored I take pictures of my feet.
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Something Unique About You: I’m double jointed in my fingers, I can bend them back and freak people out. And I’m quite flexible. And I speak French and English as my main languages
Personality:Generally I’m really nice, I hate to be mean or rude to people, but sometimes I find that I just have too, most people make me go crazy. People say I’ve always got a smile on my face, and it makes them happy, apparently I have a nice smile, I don’t see it. I’m not fake but I do pretend to be happy a lot more than I actually am, I don’t like people to worry about me. I’ve been told I’m too nice, especially to my psycho ex roommate. I can be uber sarcastic, and I say oh my god a lot. My dad always teases me by saying I should have been born blond, like my sister. Little things make me happy, seeing my cat sleeping in the weirdest positions, when certain people call or text me, or log on msn, or when I run into people unexpectedly. But I can change moods faster than anything. My temper has been described as being like Pearl Harbor, everything is nice and calm, and then all of a sudden theres an explosion and debris and severed limbs everywhere, and that’s almost a direct quote too lol.

Family:
Dad-46
Step mom-55
Michael (step brother)-26
Stephane (brother)- 23
Whitney (half sister)- 15
Mom- 45
Amelie (sister)- 16
Marc Andre (brother)- 14

History:This is going to be a long one. Ok so I was a rude awakening for my parents, born at 2 am in Ottawa, Ontario. We lived in the basement apartment of my dads parents house for a few years until my brother was born, then we moved onto the military base, where I lived until I was 5. When I was 3 my mother left us, while my dad was away on course with the military, she dropped us off at my grandparents and left (although I didn’t know this for a long time). My dad met my step mom when I was 4, and when we moved they got married and I inherited a step brother. During this time I would spend a few weeks with my mom in the summer, every other Christmas and every other Easter as well. Over those 2 years I also spent about 6 months total in the hospital with everything from a collapsed lung, to whooping cough, to pneumonia, to an infection in my hip joint.

We moved again when I was 7. In Toronto I loved it. Lots of friends, great weather, and I was devastated when we moved when I was 12. We stayed in the next place for 10 months until we moved the last house, in which I had my own room for the first time since my sister Whitney was born.

When I was a teenager is when things started to go wrong for me lol. I had a hard time dealing with it, and betrayal and lies. I suffered from depression that was really bad, and when I started high school I started to develop an eating disorder, which was caught before it got too out of hand, but it still have trouble with it from time to time and I don’t talk about it with anyone (so this is the only time you’ll hear about it from me). I skipped a lot of school in high school, I preferred to hang out with my friends. I met my first love in Junior high, grade 9, and we had the most tumultuous relationship I’ve ever know, and its still a rocky friendship 8 years after we last broke up.

I met my boyfriend when I went on a language course for the summer and we’ve had an up and down relationship ever since, I have trust and abandonment issues and I never knew the reasons for them until a year ago.

I moved to my mothers when I was 19 and dropped out of Uni, where she kicked me out less than 6 months later because her boyfriend didn’t like me because I knew about his druggie past which my father told me about, because my mom used to date Gerard before she and my dad got married. So I moved again to another city where I lived with my boyfriend and we moved back to Ottawa a year later and stayed with my mom again, where she kicked us out because her new boyfriend wanted to move in. Then last year I found out from one of her exes who I love, asked my boyfriend how I was able to forgive her for abandoning me and my brother when I was 3. This was the first I had ever heard about it, and when I asked my dad he only answered whatever questions I asked because my mom had asked him never to tell me what happened. I still don’t think I know the whole truth, but my brother and I haven’t spoken to her in over a year and her family doesn’t understand how we can be mad at her, I haven’t spoken to them in the same amount of time, including my sister and brother because they’re mad at me because my mom told them I was being unreasonable and said I didn’t want to speak to them, which isn’t true, they’re the only ones I want to speak to.

I now live with my boyfriend and my cat, Ruby, in a condo, about a 10 minute drive from my family and surprisingly I’ve never run into them in the 1 year and 5 months since I last spoke to any of them. I work at a new high class retirement village as a cook, and I love it, I’m in charge of the dinner shift and get to be the boss, something I’ve never been before, and I love going to work, which is also a first for me.

Wow I said more than I thought I would lol.

Image of Yourself:



Edit: woops, I'll take the points on abbys account, so the house points.

[Ron Weasley]

Don't forget to say which account you want your points to go toward.

The following is a work in progress.

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Full Name:
Hannah Ruth Avery
Nicknames, pseudo names:
Hannah-Banana, Hannah Montana (by my bosses at work, I hate it.)
Age && Birthday:
21, February 28, 1987
Year in School or Degree:
Graduate with Associate of Arts from South Puget Sound Community College
Occupation:
I currently work as a sales-girl at the local tobacco bar/pipe shop/beer import store, but I really, really want to act or be an archaeologist.

Eye color:
Hazel, but more green.
Hair color:
A very coppery (as in red) blonde, so it looks fugly brown.
Height:
5'11''
Weight:
The last time I was weighed, it was 155 lbs, or 11.05 stones
Piercings:
My ears only now, two holes each ear but only one set of earrings in my lower hole. I once tried to pierce my belly button (I do all of my own piercings) but it got infected so I won't do it again.
Tattoos:
None, but I really want a tattoo of Toro the Bull (wiki reference for those of you who're too young) sitting at a tea table completely surrounded by smashed tea cups, broken, obliterated, one even dangling precariously from a horn, but legs crossed daintily drinking from a perfectly unsmashed cup, pinky out and all. Explanation: My friends have always called me a bull in a China shop, but I want them to know that even in the end, a fiesty bull can learn and master grace.
Other Markings:
I've got the usual scars from falling, the stretch marks from growing, and the cat scratch markings that every kid who grew up in a slightly-rural area with house cats might get. I've also got a birthmark on the back of my left leg that is a perfect oval, and the size of my thumb print. My mom always called it "God's thumbprint" but I always thought that was a little over zealously religious for my taste. I've got a big mole (not the cute kind) a few inches below my belly button, and it's scarred over because when I was little I tried to cut it off, because I thought it was ugly. All that did was make it even more so, but luckily, it's below even the lowest of pants lines. I have lots of freckles up and down my arms, but not too many (they're pretty big for freckles but not raised like moles), and also, I have a single freckle on the inside of my pointer finger on my right hand. Not many people have that, I think.
General Appearance:
When I was younger I used to be called a boy by all of my classmates, it was hurtful but it was acurate. Tall, lanky, short hair and no boobs, baggy clothes. That was me for the looongest of times, from right around when I moved to Washington to right after I hit puberty. The summer of my 13th year is one that I won't forget; I had always been tall for my age, but suddenly I found myself at a leering five foot and seven inches or so, which for a 13 year old girl is tall, by today's standards. I didn't fill out, but that year I started to grow my hair out, and over the next eight years or so, until this point in time, I guess you could say I morphed into what you see today.

My hair now is long, around my belly button. I usually wear it up in a ponytail or a bun (I get told I look like a librarian a lot), and when I feel the need to let loose, I let down my hair. It was a darker color when I was younger, more toward an almost brunette color but not dark enough to be completely. When I was born, you must understand, I had flaming red hair, probably closer to the color Ron's is now, and as I grew into my toddler years, it blonded out and I was as bleach-blonde as Draco, but maybe a little less. In all the pictures of me as a child, it's hard for me to understand just why my hair has changed so many colors, but I think a part of it was where I lived, what I ate, and hormones in general. Now, as I've already said, it's a bright coppery color, brassy in the sun and glinting red. It's not as dark as it used to be, but I am not completely blonde, either. I would like to mention that I've never once dyed my hair, not even with the fakey Halloween spray-on color.

My eyes, I think, are my best feature. In all my years, my eyes have always been bright, eager, a nice almond shape rimmed with thick, dark lashes. As I grew, my eyes, like my hair, changed some different colors. On my birth certificate, it says I had grey eyes, which is closer to a blue than a green. Now when I look in the mirror, I see two different colored eyes all together. My left eye is more green than my right, and my right is more gold than my left. They, obviously, have hints of the other color in each, and from a distance they just look a murky green, but I love how upon closer inspection they are actually those different colors. In general I would say I have hazel eyes and forgo the different colors, but it's something that I didn't notice until someone else pointed it out, so there it is.

I also have mydriasis (wiki), which causes my pupils to dilate easily in the even the slightest amount of dark to absorb as much light as possible (which is good to see in the dark sooner than 30 minutes, but bad for driving). A lot of people, even my optometrist, ask if I was on drugs, and NO, I am not, thank you very much; apparently a sign of being on drugs is dilated pupils that get as big as mine do. The condition causes lights to go all twinkly on me at night, because when your pupils are huge, they take in a lot of light, which if there are bright lights out, can cause your eyes to refract the light, causing the broken, 'twinkly' light look. If you turn off the lights in your house with a few on here and there, such as Christmas lights, and squint your eyes, you'll get the elongated look of the lights, usually shooting up and down; that's what I see in the dark all the time without squinting. Oh, and I wear glasses (not too bad with my sight, but bad enough it makes reading things far away a pain), though I prefer my contacts because they are designed to prevent the mydriasis from being as bad as it can be (headaches, etc) though they dry out my eyes pretty bad.

Hm, what else about my face. When I was four I broke my nose playing tag in the house, and so I have a lumpy nose bridge, but you probably wouldn't notice unless I pointed it out to you and you were standing close to me. My face is shaped like half an oval and half a heart, with the top half being oval and the lower half a heart. I hate my chin, I have a 'butt chin' that I got from my dad, so there is a small cleft, which you probably wouldn't notice unless I pointed it out. I've got high cheek bones but deep eyes, and I always have dark bags under my eyes. My mom swears I am allergic to something to cause the reaction, but I think I am just that tired all the time. My skin is pale but not colorless, I have a slightly yellow hue to me that you would probably find in people of Mediterranean descent, like Grecian or Italian. My ears are level and fit according to my head (my brother got the big ears in the family).

My body type is 'thin' but I think I am far beyond that. My wrists I like, they are very petite, much smaller than you would think for someone as tall as me. I've got long, slender fingers, I like them most days; piano-playing fingers my mom said, but typist fingers they have become. I like my collar bone area as well, especially since my neck is long, like a gazelle's; that coupled with a nice, bony but not stick-like collar bone is beautiful. When I was asked to pose nude for a book ("Beauty") they let me pick the place on my body to have a close up, the place I thought was most beautiful. It was the curve and arch of my collar bone, neck, and shoulder line. Sweeping, not sloping, thin but plump. To me, beautiful.

I've definitely filled out since I was 13. All during my teenage years I struggled with my breasts and the image that I thought they put out, especially being surrounded by girls at school who told stories of knocking over racks at the mall with their racks, and the media. That was probably the worst thing of all, to have that sort of pressure to have big, beautiful breasts, because that's what guys love about a girl most; in movies, magazines, that's what guys talked about. I was so upset that I didn't have even breasts, even though 70% of women have one breast larger than the other (it tends to be the left breast, because it's over your heart [more blood, more muscle]), and it seriously impacted my self-image. Not just a nightmare, a daymare too. As I got older, and 'stopped' growing, I noticed that I was bigger than I remembered, and I had a boyfriend who didn't care so much about my breasts as he did my butt, but that's a different story. Now, I guess you could say I am fine with myself; I have small breasts, but they are perky and don't hurt my back. Bonus for me in the end after all.

I didn't just fill out frontwards, though. My hips grew outwards, my waist shrank inwards (or my hips just grew out that far), and I believe that I have nice curves to me. I also think that I am a fat heffer, but maybe that goes more in weaknesses than anything else. I noticed when I was about 16 that my lungs stick out farther than my ribs, which gives that part of my body a definite stocky look, but, when I put my fingers on that part of my chest, I can feel the tiny air sacs in my lungs filling up with air. It's not fat, it's not bulge, it's lung, m'k? As I said before, I do think I am a little porker, but people guess my weight at around 120 pounds, so I can't possibly look as fat to others as I do to myself, or how I feel. I look down and see a blob of stuff, which might just be skin, but it feels like more, especially on 'fat days', which feel more often than others. My legs have always felt fat too, even though I know it's mostly muscle from walking strangely as a child (I walked on my tiptoes like a ballerina from the time I started walking until I was in kindergarten, when my mother started shoving me down on the flats of my feet); they look big to me but again, I have gotten compliments from guys about how sexy they are. I am my worst critic, but that's how I feel. My calves are runners calves, though I don't run and actually loathe the activity, my ankles are thick and stocky (if you've ever seen Lilo and Stitch, my ankles look like Nani's, her older sister).... and my feet. Ha. I have clown feet, really. I wear a size 10 in woman's shoe US, which is an 8 in UK size, or a large 42 (which I tried in France and still was too big for.)

I think that about covers my 'body' appearance. My clothes are an entirely different matter. I tend to not buy new clothes. I have the same pair of jeans that I wear on a semi-annual basis that I had when I was 12. They're shorts now, and I actually had to take them in a bit, but I still have them. I believe that I keep growing in height, because none of the shirts I bought two years ago fit me the same that they did then; they are all up around my belly button or higher when they used to go past. Maybe I bought the wrong size in the beginning and just dealt with it when I was younger, but I have had to get rid of a lot of clothes recently because the arms were too short, the neck didn't go over my head, or the body was just aggravatingly short. My shoes are whatever I bought that were new. I've got a pair of black converse I haven't worn in a while, because I got tired of feeling like I had clown feet (and my arches were starting to fall), and a pair of 'water shoes' that don't really have soles, but holes and screens. They're terribly comfy and don't lace. Bonus.

I love my shirts. I have a very... eclectic taste in clothing, as it were. Today, for example, I wore a princess-cut black shirt with frilly lace in the front, long and billowing but very cut and low cut. Tomorrow I might wear a high-neck regular tee with a print on it of whatever, though my prints have changed over the years. In recent times it's been Harley Davidson, 'hottopic' prints, or my Potter Puppet Pals shirts. Nothing too fancy, which is a problem on occasions that call for fancy. As for my socks... those are my revel of the day. Nothing is more exciting than a new pair of fluffy socks, fresh from the drier. My feet are my babies (Pisces) and pampering them is a treat, which is why I try not to change shoes too often... don't break your feet by breaking in new shoes.

I wear little makeup, but do know how to put on a face when I need to be pretty. I don't go overboard like some girls I know and throw on a pound of lipstick and eyeshadow, but rather, my favorite makeup is mascara, because I love how they accent my eyes, which I have already mentioned are my favorite feature on my face. I don't 'do' eye liner, though if I am on stage, I will. I don't wear jewelry other than my earrings (which my baby sister bought for me in China), because I think it just gets in the way. I have a lot, mind you, and I do try and find an occasion to wear something now and then, but on a regular basis, no. Jewelry holds memories, and I am fine to look at it, hold it, than wear it and get it stolen, broken, or worn down. The same is said of nail polish; I'll do it on my toenails, but on my fingers it gets worn down and I don't have the patience to keep up with it.

Likes:
I like so many things, it's not even funny. I've never been one to complain about anything, but I'll see if I can't narrow it down to my favorite likes.

I enjoy watching movies, listening to music, reading and writing. I like warm pants from the drier and new socks on dry feet. I like sitting in the sun and watching the stars in the night sky. I like sand between my toes and washing my hair in the ocean. On chill days I love a cozy sweater and a cup of tea, and in the summer I like otterpops by the handful. I like chaos but can't stand to be disorganized, so my room is always a mess but everything has a place.

I like taking showers that last for more than 15 minutes. Eating is something else I really like, and I have too many favorite foods to name, and probably too many for my own good. I like cooking too... even if I complain about the dishes later. I enjoy gardening and the earthy smell of freshly watered plants. I like a good cry over a sad movie, and a hearty laugh when the lines are funny. I love dancing and being on stage, and the sound of people enjoying themselves at a good show.

I like a lot of things, but I find that the best things in life are the simple things. A sunny day, a cool breeze, a cold drink, a good night's sleep, fuzzy socks. Focus on those and everything becomes likable.

Dislikes:
For as many things as I like, there are a number of things that I dislike to hate. Maybe they are pet peeves, but still... they irritate me to no end.

I hate it when people read over my shoulder. When I am reading it's between me and my literature, and doesn't include you. I dislike the feeling of cold and squishy between my toes. There are days when I just literally feel like I've got to run and I hate those days; they make me antsy and irritable and want to run until I collapse, and I don't like to run.

I hate disorganization and clutter, though my house is completely that way. I don't like to be ignored when I am talking to someone, or if they are being rude and I am trying to be polite. I don't like the feeling of things crawling on me, but I think that might be one that most people don't like. I dislike it when I try so hard and don't get what I need done. I hate being interrupted. I don't like it when my friends make fun of me for being who I am, when they know there's nothing I can do to change any of it.

Strengths:
To be honest I hate this section. I don't want to recognize my own strengths because I might seem pretentious or full of myself, when I really don't mean to be. It's not fun to name my better points, and so much easier to degrade myself.

Let's see... I think I am a very true friend. When people and I become friends, I don't betray them, ever. Perhaps I am too honest, but I think that when you are someone's friend that it's a relationship of respect, trust, and honor, and I devote myself to that. I don't exactly have a 'ninja code' for my friendships, as I don't want to harm any of them, but I do give a lot over to them in terms of time, effort, energy, and sometimes, money.

I love very deeply, while we're on that subject. When I say to someone, "I love you" it's not me blowing the words out my mouth. It's hard for me to trust people sometimes to the point of loving them, because it means that I have to open up the deeper parts of myself, and that can be really hard. This is why I love so few but love them so awesomely.

I have a great writing ability. That is something that I think is one of my better strengths. I just have a knack for it, something that can't be helped or is even thought about. I just... do it. It's difficult sometimes to find the exact way I want to word something, but it always manages in the end. Not that I am a Stephen King or an Anne Rice, but I am sure that if I dedicated myself to it, I could be half a King or half a Rice. Perhaps I am unrefined, but I do try, really.

I am an excellent cook. That is definitely a strength, even if I've not been to school for it. I love cooking, I love ingredients and I love the outcome. I make a big deal of dinner every day, and even though most of the time I don't have a lot of food, or it might be the same thing night after night, I make good food when I can. Perhaps I learned it from my mom, or maybe it's just good food-sense, but I make some pretty good food.

I have been musically talented since I was little, but I consider it low on the totem pole in terms of a strength. I started playing the violin when I was 6, and from there, I've played french horn, acoustic and electric bass, piano. I've sang in choirs, plays, and church. I still play violin, but not as much as before. I dunno why, but I started to hate that people who I was involved with in music were pushy, and that killed my want to play anymore.

I act. I act well, actually. I've taken acting lessons since I was very young, and have tried to be in some form of theatre since I was in the first grade. I was in all the school plays growing up, and if I didn't get a part in the show, I did tech for the stage. What makes me so upset to have this as as strength isn't that I am a good actress, but because I am good. I'm not hammy, and I'm not overbearing, like some people can be with their acting. I'm sure I could improve a lot with it, but looking back and seeing where people are now that I acted with as a high schooler makes me mad that I didn't get lead roles. I didn't get lead roles because I was too tall, and that is a hurtful blow. Leading ladies aren't supposed to be taller than the leading men, apparently, and I lost out on a lot of really good roles because of my height. I always wished myself shorter in school, which is why I hunched a lot when I was younger. Now I don't care because I don't act anymore, and I am proud of how tall I am, and that I have sexy legs.

I am a good dancer too, even if I've got mad musical skills. I love to dance, in the store, in the shower, in a chair. I danced as a go-go dancer for a year and did very well in it, and have also done salsa, ballroom, and swing. I was very graceful, even if I am not so much in my other endeavors, and as a go-goer I had a lot of fun and good times. I want to get back into the ballroom aspect of dancing; again, when I was younger, I didn't get any partners because I was too tall. In swing I learned the lead and the follow... because I was so tall.

Weaknesses:
Horray, this is a section I can really sink my teeth into. There are so many flaws, so many wonderfully juicy flaws that make me the wretch that I am.

I desire praise for everything. While this might not seem particularly like a weakness, when you need someone to always be telling you that you look good, smell good, are doing well in your activities... in writing, photoshop, coding, everything... it can be a nightmare to deal with. It's more so a burden, and I've tried my best to try and not require the

I am a perfectionist.

I fear change.

Food is my enemy.

Food is my best friend.

I am inherently lazy.

I have an addicting personality.

I love sex, and am not ashamed of it.

I hate my family.

I want too much; I expect too much from my life.

Passions:

Phobias:

Interests && Hobbies:

Secrets:

Sexual Orientation:
Bi-sexual, and not 'fakey' bi-sexual either. I've fallen in love with girls before, and it's been more than sex.

Something Unique About You:

Personality:


Family:
History:

Image of Yourself: optional

[Ron Weasley]

tagg. because I'll probably need a second post.

[quietgirl]

This is a work in progress

Full Name:
Candice Marie Jarrel

Nicknames, pseudo names:
Candy, Candance [dance class]

Age && Birthday:
16 && September 11th 1991

Year in School or Degree:
Going to be a Senior in High School

Occupation:
none currently

Eye color:
Blueish gray

Hair color:
Brown though if I'm in the sun for a long time, then blond will show in various portions.

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
I'd rather not say

Piercings:
Ears though I think they closed up O.o

Tattoos:
None but I'd like to get a pair of black wings one per shoulder blade

Other Markings:
I have various scars. One I got from shaving my legs, two I got from needles, and the other I got from a letter cut out thing that you use for papers.

General Appearance:

Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Passions:
I guess the one thing that I'm most passion about is my writing, specifically my poetry and my fan fiction. I adore writing poetry more though, its the best way for me to share my feelings, without actually telling it to the person's face if its about a person. I've even written a poem about snow, that got published in a book. That was a big boost of confidence for me, and it meant a lot to me to actually have it published. But then, I started getting hounded more by the poetry place I sent it to, and I stopped sending them my poems.

As for my fan fiction, well most of my stories are based off of actual movies and various things like that. I have written short stories that more came from my own brain, but those weren't well liked so I stopped writing them. I know that wasn't exactly a smart thing to do since I have such a strong passion for writing, but it hurt to know that others didn't like my writing.

I guess another passion of mine would be reading. I love reading, and I even learned how to read by reading. I didn't have to use any of those programs that are suppose to teach little kids how to read. I just picked up a book, and read. Sure it was hard, but once I got the hang of it, I was able to read quite well for my age. Nowadays, I don't read as much as I would like to, but it doesn't really matter. I guess its mainly because I'm on the computer so much, but that's not really a bad thing.

Phobias:
A major phobia for me would be the fact that I'm somewhat claustrophobic. I didn't even know I was, and thought that anytime I freaked out during the beginning of the Haunted Mansion ride, was because of the fact that I was little. I soon learned that I was claustrophobic during a doctor's visit. They stuck me inside an MRI machine. It was a long process, I was freezing, and my entire body was numb. They brought me out, and said I'd have to go in again for five or so more minutes as they gave me something in a shot. I started freaking out then, and it was then that we learned what this issue of mine is.

Another phobia that I have would probably be acrophobia which is a fear of heights. You'd think that odd, especially after hearing how I want a two story house, but its not. I hate going up tall things, and looking down, and I hate two stories that have a part where it over-looks another room. I always stay back from those, otherwise I see myself falling over the edge. It scares the daylights out of me every time, and its also something my mum teases me about a lot.

Interests && Hobbies:

Secrets:
I don't really have many secrets. I guess I keep my internet life a secret from most of my friends. Many of them, would probably think I'm a freak, or a nerd. I know I shouldn't care what they think, but I do, that's a fault of mine.

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Something Unique About You:
Personality:

Family:
Margaret Jarrel - Mother
James Jarrel - Father
Chasity Jarrel - Step Sister [through dad]
Dewayne Jarrel - Step Brother [through dad]

History:

Image of Yourself:
PM if you want it

[daphne greengrass]

WIP lol.

Full Name:
Kristen Lea Ricker

Nicknames, pseudo names:
Kris, Krissy, Lyra, Kitten

Age && Birthday:
16, June 22, 1992

Year in School or Degree:
Sophomore in High School

Occupation:
Unemployed.


Eye color:
Blue, green, grey, all colors inbetween and all mixtures of them at random points and times.

Hair color:
Currently, it's black, with some blonde, red, and brown fading through with sandy blonde roots starting to show.

Height:
5'7''

Weight:
130lbs, last I checked.

Piercings:
Two piercing in each of my ear lobes, the cartilage of my left ear, and I'm attempting to get my belly button done.

Tattoos:
None yet.

Other Markings:
A bunch of scars from my bad habits.

General Appearance:
When I was a little little girl my mother used to dress me in blue all the time. I had no hair for a long time. So, whenever my mother would dress me in blue, she would tape a bow to my head. Which, I would take off and start chewing on. By the time I was

Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Passions:
Phobias:
Interests && Hobbies:
Secrets:
Sexual Orientation:
Something Unique About You:
Personality:

Family:
Donna Dern -my mother
Glendon Ricker - my father

Mum's Side:
(sibling listed first)
Karen & Jerry
-- Kelly & Patrick
---- Amelia
---- Abby
-- John & Kara
---- John
Kathy
-- Heather
-- Justin
Debbie & Kevin
-- Kevin & Kerri
-- Katie & Rob
---- Partick
---- Keira



History:

Image of Yourself:

[Laurie Lisbeth]

WorkInProgress
Laurie's account:)

Full Name:Laurie Marie C********
Nicknames, pseudo names:Laur, Chicken (my granny is weird xP)
Age && Birthday:15 && March 21, 1994
Year in School or Degree:Sophomore in High School
Occupation:Student

Eye color:Blue, kinda grayish, yellow line around pupil
Hair color:Dirty blonde, Light Blonde Highlights
Height:About 5'6''
Weight:16.?
Piercings:2 in each ear
Tattoos:I wish
Other Markings:Birthmark on the back of my head under my hair; some small scars from my crazyish childhood
General Appearance:
I have blue eyes that are yellow around the pupils, and aren't very ... open. Like, my eyes are pretty closed a lot of the time, but I don't know why ... I am about five-foot-six in height, and I think I am fat. I have some friends that say otherwise, but whatever. I have dark blonde hair with really light blonde highlights I got last year. My hair is wavy and it gets so frizzy in the humidity of good old texas. I HATE it. I wish I had straight hair. My hair is also pretty thick, which sucks when I get hot.

I always wear jeans, no matter what. Well, unless I'm wearing, like, a dress or something, which I hardly ever wear. I only own one dress, anyways. I like to wear tunics(that what they're called?), like long shirts, and dress-ish shirts, but always with jeans. I don't have any skirts, although I do want one.

I never wear make-up, pretty much because I wake up about twenty minutes before the bus comes and I don't have time to put it on. I don't own any anyway. I have really small nails. I always bite them, a habit I can't get out of, and they're too short to put nail polish on without it looking weird.

Likes:
`Ice Cream
`Pizza
`Reading
`My FRIENDS
`H&&H
`HP RPG Sites
`Myspace
`this one guy at my school boyfriend since nov3, 08(:
Dislikes:
`Onions
`Coconuts
`Brussel Sprouts
`Disloyalty
`My brother xD
`Many other things
`Strengths:
`Reading, School
Weaknesses:
Sports, Keeping my big mouth shut
Passions:Reading
Phobias:Spiders, Heights, Snakes
Interests && Hobbies:Reading, Internet, Friends, Animals
Secrets:None that you need to know
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual-Straight
Something Unique About You:Nothing I can think of
Personality:

Family:
Mom: Paula Louise...
Dad: Michael James...
Brother: Andrew David...
Pets:~~
Cats: Hamish and Dippy
Dogs: Bruno and Mona
History:

Image of Yourself:

[Amanda Rochester]

[work in progress]

Full Name:
Monica Joan H*****
Nicknames, pseudo names:
Moni, Monibear, Monikins
Age && Birthday:
24, August 12th, 1984
Year in School or Degree:
BA in Psychology
Occupation:
aspiring singer/songwriter

Eye color:
blue/green
Hair color:
brown
Height:
5'5"
Weight:
~117 but fluctuates between 115 and 120
Piercings:
none anymore; I got my ears pierced just before starting 6th grade, but the next January, I wore a pair of earrings I shouldn't have, and they got infected, and by the time they had healed, the holes had closed up (and I wouldn't get them done again; I have a very low pain tolerance and didn't want to repeat the experience)
Tattoos:
none; I dislike needles and, again, have a very low pain tolerance
Other Markings:
a tiny scar on the middle finger of my left hand, on the last knuckle, where I cut it open with a metal protractor in 8th grade Geometry; a thin, barely-visible line on the front of my right calf from the first time I shaved my legs
General Appearance:

My hair was blonde when I was born. But it gradually darkened, and now it's just a sort of plain middle-of-the-road lightish brown. I had bangs up until fourth grade, when I started growing them out; it made it that much easier at my dance recitals where we had to pin/spray bangs back anyway. From fourth grade through high school, I never really did much with my hair. It's always been extremely thin, another inheritance from my mom, so it would grow and then just hang out on my shoulders like limp string, but I never cared much. I cut it short during the summer between sixth and seventh grade; I remember that because that was the same summer as the Atlanta Olympics. But other than that I would let it grow for a while, then cut it back to about my shoulders. I did get it cut with layers during I believe my senior year of high school, but even after that I didn't care for variety. For the next few years, every time I got it cut, it was the same thing: just above my shoulders, layered, with the shortest layers coming just past my chin. In between cuts, it would grow and just hang on my shoulders like before. During my junior year of college, I did make one departure from the normal: a friend of mine (or someone I thought at the time was a friend; more on her later) gave me a few blonde highlights. I'd wanted to try them for a while, but never had the nerve. And they looked okay, but probably not anything I'd do again; though I'm not sure if that was the highlights themselves, or if it was because they weren't done by a professional. Finally, two years or so ago, I found a new cut. My favorite singer, Jessica Simpson, had just cut her hair short, and I thought it looked stunning on her. I decided that sort of cut would be perfect for me because of how thin my hair is, so I took the picture in and got it done. I loved it, and ever since then I've continued to get the same cut, though never quite with the same results that I got the first time. The cut I was aiming for was this, and the first time I had it cut it was perfect. Since then, it's looked slightly different each time I've gone, with the shorter layers outside of the longer layers, rather than underneath. Still very suited to my hair, though, so I won't complain. Right now the longest layers come just about down to the collar of my shirt, while the shortest are just past my chin. I'll probably get it cut once more in the next month or so, before I move.

My eyes, officially, are green. At least that's what it says on my driver's license; then again, that's because that was what I put on the application; they can't seem to really settle on a single color. Sometimes they do look green; other times they seem more blue. Some people say that it depends on what one wears; but in my case I think it's just due to different lighting, because I've looked in one mirror and they've looked green, then gone into another room with another mirror and they've looked blue. At the moment, at least in the mirror in my room, they're green, a little darker on the outside with a slightly lighter shade closer to the pupils. I used to wear glasses, just for reading, starting in fourth grade; but I only wore them because the eyedoctor said I should, I didn't actually need them to be able to see. I wore them for a few years, but gradually got tired of them, and I finally stopped wearing them altogether in around seventh grade. My vision isn't perfect, probably because I stopped wearing them too soon, but I get by just fine without them; I just see slightly better out of my left eye than my right. My lashes are decently long, at least long enough that I don't feel the need to wear mascara to lengthen them or anything. My eyebrows are dark and not very pretty; I've never done anything to them, plucked them or had them waxed or anything, so they're just how they are. Maybe one of these days I'll do something about them, but it certainly isn't a priority at the moment. My nose has a bump on it down the center, courtesy of my mother; no, she didn't hit me or anything like that, I merely inherited her nose, bump and all.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Passions:

music, my faith

Phobias:

exposed heights (staircases, cliffs; airplanes no problem),

Interests && Hobbies:

Secrets:

Sexual Orientation:
straight
Something Unique About You:

I've been on TV, not as a celebrity, but as a fan of a celebrity - twice, for different celebrities. The first was Hanson, in October 2007; I was in the front row at a concert which was taped for our local music channel, and was shown several times during the broadcast. The other was Jessica Simpson; she had an autograph signing for her new fragrance at a mall in Dallas last October, and it was covered on Entertainment Tonight, and they had a shot of me getting a hug from her.

Personality:

Family:
Mother: Teresa H*****, 53, chemical engineer, rides dressage
Father: Bill H*****, 60, retired CPA, disc golf fanatic
Sister: Martha H*****, 22, senior at Vanderbilt (Electrical Engineering)
History:

Teresa S, my mother, and William (Bill) H, my father, first met on a ski trip in North Carolina, in 1978, I believe. Mom had recently begun working at a new job there, and as a chemical engineer in those days she was one of only a few women in the field, so she was actually on the trip to make some female friends. But she met Dad on the bus on the way there, and the rest, as they say, is history. They got married in May of 1980, but it took a few years before I came along. In the meantime, they both found jobs in Austin, Texas, and relocated there in 1982.

I was born on a Sunday afternoon, August 12, 1984. Mom and Dad had gone to church that morning as always, but Mom started having the first signs of labor during Mass, though it wasn't severe enough to leave in the middle of the service. But they went to the hospital right after Mass, and I finally made my appearance that afternoon at 2:26 pm. I was baptized Catholic three weeks later on September 2nd, beginning the journey which would shape my entire life.

I don't remember much of those early years, obviously (who does?), but one thing I should mention is that my mother suffers from clinical depression - which she hadn't yet realized when I was born. Her struggles with this, combined with the unavoidable struggles of being a first-time mother, were more than could be comfortably handled. No, I was never abused, or neglected, nothing extreme like that; but my mom's struggles did lead to my forming an insecure attachment with her (this is me being a typical Psych major and analyzing myself, haha). And that has impacted my life even to this day. While in general, I seem perfectly normal (well, I suppose that depends on your definition of the word "normal"), I have always had trouble with relationships, romantic relationships especially (but more about that later).

When I was two, my sister Martha was born, on October 26th, 1986. She was actually born on the stroke of midnight in between the 25th and 26th, so my parents had the choice of her official birthday. They chose the 26th because it was a Sunday. Martha's birth was pretty much the opposite of mine according to my mom. I did not want to be born. I was happy where I was, and very reluctant to venture out into a strange new environment. Martha, on the other hand, basically said "Look out world, here I come!" That contrast has continued to follow both of us throughout our lives. Martha's birth was also the setting for my earliest memory; although I'm still not sure whether it's a real memory, or merely a story that I've heard so often that it's become real to me. Visiting the hospital after she was born, I brought one of my toys to give to her, a play camera.

I went to a daycare for a couple of years, though I don't remember anything about it except that I didn't like it. The only physical memento I have from it is a large piece of paper on which I walked after having stepped barefoot in red paint, leaving my three-year-old footprints behind. That paper still hangs in my room at this moment.

My earliest memories (aside from the questionable one from the hospital) are from church. At the time, our sanctuary hadn't yet been built, so we held Mass in the same building we used for gatherings and other functions. There were no pews or kneelers or anything, only rows of stackable chairs arranged with an aisle in the middle, with a movable altar at the front. At that time, there were these little green bags available at the back of the room, provided for parents with children too young to understand or participate in the Mass. In these bags were various toys and books; I can't remember any of the exact contents, only the green bags themselves.

I started kindergarten in fall 1989. Mom and Dad wanted to send Martha and me to Catholic school, and they had two from which to choose: Sacred Heart and Saint Louis. But Saint Louis only had a half-day kindergarten, while Sacred Heart's was full-day. When Mom and Dad visited Sacred Heart to see if it was what they wanted, the principal, Sister Mary Jean, was showing them around the school, when one of the younger students ran up and hugged her. That was when they decided to send us there.

When I was in kindergarten, I did not have the typical behavioral issues common in kindergartners; and my teacher, Mrs. Antil, didn't know how to handle me as a result. She knew exactly how to deal with the kids who never stopped talking, who continually disrupted class. But I was the exact opposite - I wouldn't talk. At all. There was one time in particular where we were supposed to make up some kind of story or something (I don't remember the details) and tell it to the teacher, but when my turn came, I wouldn't say a word. And it wasn't like we were standing up and telling the entire class; it was just to her, yet I still wouldn't do it. So unlike most kids who stay after school for talking too much, I had to stay after school for NOT talking. I'm still not sure whether that story ever actually got told or not!

One memory I have from kindergarten is an example of I suppose how my upbringing has influenced my personality. We were lining up in the classroom to go somewhere, either lunch or P.E. or music or one of the other classes held outside our regular classroom. One girl (I don't remember her name; she was only in my class that one year) came up to me and asked if she could "cut," and I said no. She asked again, and added, "I'll be your best friend!" Still I refused; I wasn't going to break rules or give up my place in line, not even for a bribe of friendship.

In first grade, my teachers were Mrs. Stevens and Mrs. Grover. I don't remember too much about that year, other than the fact that we didn't have naptime anymore like we did in kindergarten.

Image of Yourself:

[Amanda Rochester]

*saving another post in case I need it; will delete if not needed*

[prenela]

Put this on Pansy's account please !

Full Name: Marina Rosalyn L****
Nicknames, pseudo names: Mary, rosie, rose, koala, crazy koala, sweet lemon, sweetie, lemon juice, happy koala, MarMar, wee, big mama (lol)
Age && Birthday: age 16 && 13 August 1992
Year in School or Degree: 11th grade (yeah ! )
Occupation: none currently, although, I do work during the summer in a library...it really gets boring after a while when you stay 24 hours packed with books !

Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: brown, with red highlights...well...I recently dyed my hair red lol
Height: 5'8''
Weight: no idea lol probably 156 lbs
Piercings: none haha
Tattoos: none, but I'd like a small one on my back...probably an eagle or a fairy...hmmm...
Other Markings: birthmark on my stomach, and a long scar on my right arm...
General Appearance:
Well, people say I walk like a cow-boy, so I guess I can describe myself walking in an awkward way...I'm quite tall, compared to the girls in my high school. I have long, straight, thin hair, red at the moment, and somewhat pale skin, but I do tan...only during the summer though, and I much prefere myself when I'm pale. My cheeks are ALWAYS reddish, they get even more red ...it depends on the situation obviously !
I dress in a rock'n'roll, skate, sometimes gothic way. I love blue and black so I do dress with those colors quite often.
Likes:
Well, I love shopping, especially with boys...yeah yeah...some people say I'm sort of a tom boy, not exactly one, because I do have some girly reactions, but I am almost as tough as a boy. Anyway, so yeah, I love going shopping with boys, especially my closest friends, they all dress like me, so it's much easier to choose. I usually spend all my money in one day, which is sort of dangerous.
I love blue, so I painted my room completely blue, my bed is blue, etc...
I like weird decorations, like small cristal angels, or fairies or even dwarves...they're really fascinating !
I love my boyfriend...it's been a year now !
Dislikes: I hate 'fake' people, the worst part of it, is that there are so many people of that kind around you...
I hate pink...yeah yeah I'm a girl, so what? I ALWAYS hated pink !
I hate cream, well...cakes with too much cream isn't my thing, yuck !
Strengths:Hmmm...i'm not a show-off...so that's one thing. Another thing is that I'm always there for my friends, or actually I'm always there for EVERYBODY ! not only my friends...if I see someone crying, I'll go cheer them up. People say I cheer everyone up, so I guess I can say it's a strength.
I am an open-minded person, to the point of saying 100% without exageration.
I convince people in an easy way.
I'm a good singer (mezzo-soprano), and I dance fairly well...I've been taking classes ever since I was 4.
Weaknesses:
I'm almost never serious
I laugh too much
Lazy half of the time
forgive sometimes too much
love grape juice...yummmyyy
Passions: my boyfriend, harry potter, twilight, chocolate, music
Phobias: I got stung by 10 bees when I was eight, it hurt so badly, and I was so scared, that now, I freak out whenever I see a bee. I'm also afraid of snakes, and huge dogs, my mother got bitten thrice by different big dogs in front of me when I was a kid...so yeah, they're really freaky. I used to be scared of my closet when I was thirteen, but I guess I'm not anymore. Ummm...I hate being too much in the open, in the sens, that I can't live in a huge house, with too much space, like a loft maybe...I just can't stand it ! I prefer to cuddle somewhere, in a small corner, and read, or do something else.
Interests && Hobbies:
I LOVE reading. So I guess, I spend most of my time reading, even in class when I'm bored, I always have a book to read. That's fun...! And since I love reading, I love wiriting too...that's why i love role playing??? lol
During my spare time, I usually skate with my friends...and practice karate every thursday. I have a punching ball at home, so I practice at home too ... lol hope I'm not freaking you out, I am definitely a non violent person, karate was supposed to be a 'self-defense' excuse my mom had for putting me there...and now, I have to say, I enjoy it very much !
I play the piano...umm...once a week I think, my favorite songs are the Pride and Prejudice soundtracks lol...I used to play the clarinette, but not anymore...
I sing too...I love singing, even when I'm sad, I sing, it cheers me up. I take singing classes, I mostly sing opera stuff...I am a mezzo-soprano, so I guess I can fairly keep up.
Once in a while I don't mind staying up late on msn, it's sometimes even very exciting, especially when you have lots of people online.
I have a boyfriend...so I also hang out a lot with him...
Umm...I think that's it !
Secrets:
I kissed my bestfriend (a girl)...it was a dare, and it lasted not even a second, so yeah...
I went out with two boys at the same time for a week, and then I made my choice, I never got cought (luckily !!)
Sexual Orientation: straight !
Something Unique About You: I actually talk 4 languages : franch, spanish, italian and english...so I have to say that I have more than fun when I hang out on the street and tourists or whatsoever start talking, or even gossiping about other people.
Personality:

Family:
mother - 53
Father - 49
Step sister - 28
History:



Image of Yourself:

[prenela]

saving just another post, just in case !^^

[Remus Lupin]

Points to Marcus Belby, please; Finally finished. Dun kill me.


Full Name:
Megan Renee -------
Nicknames, pseudo names:
Mei, Sto, Stormy, Stohrmee, Lupe (obvs), Kyouya, demon, bastard, grandma (don't ask)
Age && Birthday:
15 && April 21st The day after Hitler. XD
Year in School or Degree:
Sophomore in Highschool
Occupation:
Student; Hope to be either a meterologist or a historian someday.

Eye color:
Blue, but my eyes have the knack to change colour. Anywhere from a stormy grey, sapphire blue, bright green, to even this weird white colour (a really light grey like here.) One time, though, I did have them turn an obviously downplayed shade of goldish/brown/something like here. Same it didn't last. Generally, they respond to mood or weather; though 85% of the time, they are a shade of blue.
Hair color:
Well, like my eyes, my hair has changed, but no, I'm not Tonks, nor have I dyed my hair. When I was born, I had black hair. It then changed drastically to a platinum blonde that has slowly changed shades over the years to become the dusty yellow/blonde/brown it currently is. It's undecided which gene I have, as my mum's got dirty blonde hair and so did my dad; only difference is that his kept changing until it turned dark brown/black. Then premature grey, his genes failed. XD
Height:
5'8"
Weight:
112lbs (Before you ask, NO. I'm not anorexic, my metabolism's murder)
Piercings:
Used to have my ears pierced
Tattoos:
Needles, no thanks.
Other Markings:
I have a freckle in my eye (Yes, my eye) that's pretty obvious if you look. It's a dark brown smudge in the corner of my right eye; brown makes quite a difference on blue. It doesn't do anything to my vision, it's simply there. I also have a freckle on my right index finger, just on the side of it. It is weird. >> Uhm.. I have a strawberry mark on my lower back in no particular shape, as well as a light brown birthmark on my right leg on the side of my knee. A few scars on both my upper arms. Other than that, glasses and braces.
General Appearance:
I'm still growing, so there really isn't much of me to look at. When I was younger, mum used to put me in dresses at any and all opportunities that arose, but I turned out to be a tomboy who'd rather be playing in mudpuddles. I prefer jeans and a baggy t-shirt over formal wear any day, which is obvious as that's pretty much my whole closet. Living in the country, I care less about what I'm wearing and more what's practical, meaning, I spend five minutes to brush my hair after a shower, I don't take three hours to pick what to wear, ect. I'm about as basic as you can get.

Generally my skin is considered to be albino-esque, something of ashy chalk. Sunlight is not my friend, there's enough there. I'm really willowy in that I have little fat in general, my body burns it quickly. I can feel my lungs if I push against my ribs just a bit; again, my metabolism sort of eats me. It’s been like that since I was young, it just has yet to slow down enough to allow me to gain any weight. Because of this, in turn, I lack curves in general. Eventually, maybe that’ll change, but it doesn’t seem like it’s going to about now.

Likes:
Ask anyone, I don't seem to like much. That's because generally people don't pay attention and I'm stoic, so they typically see the same expression all day every day. I like the company of my friends, even if they do irritate me to no end. I read like no one would believe, and write until my hand cramps and metaphorically dies. Obviously, I enjoy role playing, and I love anime. Music is amazing, as is the moon. kaythanks. Harry Potter is still a drug, as are the Marauders - same thing. Monty Python and Mel Brooks are both my favourite comedic acts, and I like things that make me think or challenge me.

Dislikes:
I dislike a wide variety of things, trust me. XD I don't like being told my limitations, and I'll go against them to spite you. I don't like to be held back in any manner, and I don't like loosing control of a situation or myself. I hate mornings. End of. I've never been someone that liked them, and I haven't started. Scream-o music sounds like someone getting stabbed to death, and as lovely a thought that is, I'd rather not listen to it. I hate people with superiority complexes, also meaning animal abusers. I hate laziness, and people who do half-ass jobs. I hate those who complain about their life all the time, as well as those that are against something I'm most obviously all for. I can't stand it when people ignore the advice that is given to them by me after they ask, and I don't like to explain myself to people. Stupidity annoys me, much like horribly corny jokes and people that don't get hints.

Strengths:
Ugh, I hate this section. Even in my characters, boasting about strengths makes me think about someone that's overly conceited. For that reason, I won't go into detail. Let your mind wander.
I know when to back off.
I can cheer someone up in a heartbeat.
I can make someone think something is something else, for their good.
I am a serious student, and have an analytical mind.
I am grounded to reality, making me wise for my age from what I'm told.

Weaknesses:
This one's easy. >>
I expect too much out of people because it was expected of me.
I don't trust easily, thusly, I am suspicious of people that do.
I am a pessimist most of the time.
I can be too serious.
I'm terrified of bees, and lash out when people mention it.
I take things about myself too sensitively.
I don't speak up when I'm in trouble, mentally or physically.
My patience is short with those who need repeated explanations.
I will become dangerously violent at the drop of a hat, but hold it back, making the next one worse.

Passions:
I have plenty of those. First and foremost, I am a dedicated person when it comes to my friends; they will always come before I do. Only problem is that I have three of them out of the eighteen that only think that they're friends. Hmm. Anyways, I'm tied together in Ghost Hunting, I love it, it's amazing. My work gets a part of my soul, whether math or english or role play. I am also really getting into History, most especially the WWII era.

Phobias:
I have Apiphobia and Spheksophobia, which is the phobia of bees and hornets, anything bee-like. When I was younger, I was absolutely petrified. Enough so to almost kill myself attempting to get away from one when I was little. After many rounds of therapy and growing up, I'm not as bad as I was. Still, I hyperventilate and get away from the source as best as I can; it's one of the only things that will cause me visible distress. If it's so much as mentioned to me, however, as a joke, I will not hesitate to inflict harm upon your person. It's not something that's funny, and probably one of the least funny things I find. It's frightening, and I don't want to be mocked for being human that way. The same goes for my fear of crane flies (Mosquito hawks, mosquito eaters). I hate all insects, but those two are the worst.

Interests && Hobbies:
As mentioned beforehand, the weather and WWII are my two loves. Apart from that, I read almost constantly (Stephen King is love, even if he does look like a who. <3). I enjoy conversing in German, simply because not many know the language and it confuses people. I like to stargaze, and jog in the rain. I take an automatic interest in anything that's considered morbid by today's standards, thus the Ghost Hunting. Finally, role playing is my obvious interest, as it's just another life for me to control. <3

Secrets:
A secret, of course! Nah, I'll do it truthfully, I'm not so ashamed anymore. I joined a lycanthrope cult when I was younger online, which is part of the reason I know so much now. I've quit since. I really don't mean to be a heartless bitch, it just happens. XD Uhm.. I 'm a bit embarassed of my protectiveness for my friend Silver, but I am, and the reason why is explained later.
Sexual Orientation:
I haven’t fallen in love before, but I don’t care either way; if it’s a guy, then cool. If not, then cool too, I suppose. I have looked at guys though, so if I had to pick/guess, then straight.
Something Unique About You:
I speak broken German, and I learn very quickly most anything. I absorb information that I'm interested in, and could tell you most anything about werewolves, vampires, and the Holocaust. -weird combo- I believe in past lives, and I know some of mine. No, I can't tell you yours, unfortunately. Looong process. XD

Personality:
My personality depends on who you are, under what circumstances that we meet in, and what mood I’m in at that time. I’m a little different to each person, because I adapt some part of me or another to interact. Example: If I hung out with my old friend Courtney, I was more upbeat and random – but if I were to say, hang out with Lisa today, I’d be more mellow. Get it? It’s not exactly something I control, more something I adapt to. From there, it also depends on who you ask as to how one would describe me. Furthermore, I'm only putting things down I have been told.

For the most part, I go against the standards put out for being a 'blonde'. You know the stereotype; stupid, nosy, always fussing over some idiotic thing or another, whether appearance or otherwise. I am intelligent (by some standards, at least) as well as the fact I have a very analytical brain. This means if you're going to persuade me of something, you'd damn better have some evidence behind you to support what you're telling me or you'll be picked apart and ignored. I'm horribly ambitious, probably too much so to be for my own good. Once my sights are set on something, I tend to forget right or wrong; or simply ignore those lines. I have to be in control, regardless of whether or not I'm leading. Even if it's manipulating another to do my bidding for me (as cruel as that sounds) it does good enough for my purposes.

I am hypersensitive to things, but it's not something people tend to notice since it's something I hide well. My emotions are easy to trigger, and I can go from pissy to emo in a heartbeat if I acted as I felt. This means I react to things in ways that other people wouldn't think. Calling me an animal (they said monster, same difference) even in teasing, for example (happened the other day) hurts more than it should. On the other hand, I have the philosophy that "they don't affect me, they're not my problem." See, that's another thing people think I'm heartless for, since unless I'm asked, I'll usually ignore someone who's obviously struggling near me with work, or if I know the answer to something that someone's asking. I know the limits of this, though, and can show compassion when it's actually needed (i.e. someone gets injured near me, ect).

People mistake me for being cruel or (as I'm told, evil) for these reasons, on top of my occasional calmly violent tendencies. I rarely get angry at people, more pissed with a smile stare. You don't have to look at me when I'm pissed, you'll know. As said directly by my friend Silver, I have an "evil aura" that will tell you everything. I enjoy things that are...different. Interesting. Unique. Whatever you want to call it. My mind strays to subjects people don't typically think about, and I like sharing it. All in all, I'm a bit of a complicated, moody heap. I'll dance to cheer you up, then trip you the next day; I don't even know why, but such is life.

[Remus Lupin]

Family:
Told as my relations
-------- Kenneth & Nancy (parents)
------- Larry (step-father)
-------Opal & Dale (great-grandparents)
------Sharon & Dave (grandparents)
----- Jimmy (uncle)
----- Richard & Debbie (great-aunt and uncle)
----- Randy (great uncle)
---- Melissa (cousin)
---- Amy (cousin)
---- Other cousins I’ve currently forgotten about

History:
I was born second to my mom and dad, most obviously, on a rainy day in April. My brother Sean died before I was born, birth defects giving him too many complications to live long. Dad was so proud when I was born; he told me that he couldn't stop wandering the halls and showing me to nurses and stuff. XD For the first year or so, I lived like pretty much any normal baby. Learning to talk, walk, and so on. I was too young to remember the fights that had to have happened, as well as mum's crying sometimes. I only made assumptions there. Somewhere between the time I turned two and three, my dad left us. There was a divorce, and I was told that my dad was going away for awhile, on a vacation. That I could eventually see him again. Well, being two/three years old, what did you expect I'd believe? It took him quite awhile to find a new home, which turned out to be a rental. I got to go see him every weekend, I could go over and hang out with him. I loved those times, since he did (and still does) do/did everything humanly possible to make me happy. He'd help teach me to read, and so would my mom. Meaning, when I started school, I was more intelligent than the other students.

When I was about four (I think, I don't remember anymore), mum met Larry. I don't think I thought much of him, really, until he moved in. Even then, I didn't mind it. I adjusted and considered him a part of daily life. He was nice, he loved me as a kid and liked to play around.

I started kindergarten and blew my teachers away, to be blunt. I was speaking complete formal sentences, and reading things that first and second graders were learning. I started with few friends, since I wasn't exactly a social butterfly. I was too shy. I made my first friends in Kindergarten, where I met my first one by chance. her name was also Megan, but her hair was red and she was more of a tomboy. The teachers would always get frustrated, as we'd both answer when she called our names. It turned out that her father had worked with mine, and her mother was a long since friend of my mum's. Soon, Jodi (her mum) was taking us to school, eventually passing it on to Wilbur (a family friend) who acted like another parental figure to the both of us. While in Kindergarten, it was considered that I needed more advanced classes, since I found their work to be more than easy.

I was put into second grade reading/writing, and first grade math. It was tossed around that I should just skip a grade, but it was shut down by my mum who figured I needed kids my own age around. Reading soon proved difficult; not because of the material, but because I couldn't write. The concept was at my level, but I couldn't grasp the art of actually writing it down. The kids would make fun of me at breaks, pointing out the fact that I didn't really fit into that class, and using the childish "kindergarten baby" sort of thing whenever there were no teachers around. I did my best to ignore it, instead, looking to outings with my dad for comfort and entertainment. He picked me up on his days off, and we'd go somewhere together. By first grade, though, those outings were almost nonexistant, and I was miserable. Mum told me to ignore them, dad and the other kids alike, but I couldn't. Finally, she hammered him into giving more time out to see me, but that absence still kills me somewhat, like I wasn't good enough for it. I know it wasn't true, but I was young, I didn't know what to think.

In my third grade, Megan B. and I had virtually drifted apart at school, and I kept into my studies for pride. I was at the top of my class, with fifth grade reading and fourth grade math. My SAT scores were nationalized very high for my age, and their statistics said I could likely understand as high as eleventh grade as far as reading. My mum was so pleased, she pressed me to give it my all. So I did. Mrs. Neft, my teacher for my third grade, became a friend of very many years. Even summer breaks, we'd write letters back and forth to each other. I started picking up friends again, but found that they wanted me for my homework. It was hard, because I kept trying to convince myself that it wasn't right. Eventually, I opened my eyes and kicked them out, stopping talking to new people in general; instead turning yet again, back to work. My name was known by pretty much all the teachers, regardless of whether or not I had them, and mum seemed happier than ever.

By about this time, I started to hate my mum's boyfriend, Larry. I was growing up quickly, too quickly, and he didn't cope with that. Instead, he acted immature and childish, to the point that it made me obviously irritated and I'd tell him to stop. His reaction was to mock me and continue whatever action it was - I took it quietly eventually. He'd grab me sometimes, in a playful gesture, ignoring my pleas to get him to stop. Things like that were foreign to me, we never showed that type of affection at home, making it uncomfortable to say the least. Again he'd mock me, for hours after, pulling faces and saying things like, "stoooop itttt, quiiiitt it." every time I'd glance in his direction. Finally I found something that got across to him - slapping. I didn't like it, no, but he listened, which was all I had been after. Having found no other option, I grew to be violent around him, slapping or kicking whenever he didn't answer my telling him to stop. The only thing I couldn't control was his screaming; he'd stay in his room and scream my name until I came in there, only to tell me to turn on the light, something stupid like that. When I was younger, he loved to scare me. He'd set jeans under my bed, complete with boots, then scream bloody murder when I came into the room, hiding elsewhere, making me panic. Then he'd just laugh. Eventually the cruel pranks stopped, but I don't think I'll ever forget them. The last one he preformed was convincing him that he and my mum were going to marry, and that I had to pick a date. When my mum dispelled the idea after she got home, all I could do was cry. What did he do then? Laugh, of course. As if it were the funniest joke on earth.

I discovered my bee phobia (that I can remember) when I went on the trip to Canada. It was a long drive, I was eight. Several times, my grandfather threatened to send me home because I'd go into hysterics every time a bee fell in the window on me. I couldn't control it; my heartbeat would skip several and jump up, I would hyperventilate, and would panic in general. His shouting made me cry sometimes, since I obviously didn't want to be sent home, but I didn't know why I was so scared. It just happened.

When I was in fifth grade, Larry and mum split up for a short time. I'd cried when I first heard, not because he was leaving, but because my mum was crying and I couldn't stand seeing her so unhappy. Things turned out and he came back to her; I began therapy soon after for both my issues and my phobia. Neither were healed, but I'd learned to suppress my anger and remain quiet.

Sixth grade. I was almost completely absolved in my work, and found it to be the only thing that gave me false happiness in accomplishment. The other students, I found, all wanted to be friends. But by that age, I'd learned better and pushed them out, insisting I wanted no part in it. But Gabby and Courtney were too insistent, I talked to them if only to get them to leave me alone. Then, for awhile there, I thought of both of them as friends. Gabby was quiet and sweet, while Courtney loud and mischievous. The last few weeks of sixth grade proved to me that I had been wrong. Courtney stole from one of the teachers, then blamed it on Gabby. She was sent to Juvvie, much to my mother's relief. She had never approved of my friendship with her, and made that clear in her assuring me that I was being used. Gabby moved later on, and never told me about it. I just went over to find a pink notice on her door and windows. Apparently she'd moved to her grandmothers, which, she moved again soon after, to Southern California. I heard she since committed suicide, I don't know if that's true. I don't care anymore.

I went to a private Middle School instead of the public one, and found it to be very sheltered and strange. At that time, I hadn't any friends and was starting over, yet again. There were probably 40 students in the whole place, but that was okay. I had my studies, so I would live. Soon, I was skipped a grade half a year early, into 9th grade, and was put with the high schoolers. There I met Naomi and Jessika, two people that would come to me as friends. Naomi was a senior, and Jessika a tomboyish 9th grader. I was so excited to finally have friends again, I started cutting slack on my studies to the point I was slipping up some. I had something else to be for, and was coming up an average student. That hadn't fit well for mum, who hit me with a figurative cane and told me I could do better. I didn't want to be better any more, but nonetheless, did so until I left for a public highschool. I started over in 9th grade, since the private school I'd been at wasn't accredited.

I didn't have high expectations, really. Life had since dropped since I left my old school; Wilbur had shot people and was in jail, my dad lost his job and couldn't find the money for even power, and Megan B. And I hadn't seen each other in many years. I went to the school and had the plan set out completely and simply: I didn't need friends. I would do the studies my mum wanted to so she would be happy, and I'd do what I had survived doing in Elementary. After all, it was only four years. It so happened I met Silver in that first day. We met in one of the most unorthodox ways ever; watching a dragonfly stuck in one of the rooms and commenting on it. By halfway through the year, we were utterly insuperable, having connected at once. Mum got to know her and was happy I found a friend, I seemed happier, she said. She wasn't happy, however, with Silver herself. How she acted. She feared that Silver was a bad influence because I acted differently. She still doesn't see that Silver allowed me to act like I felt like, instead of expecting me to be someone different.

I currently live with the same high expectations of getting lower than a B and being metaphorically beheaded, but with Silver as my friend, it's easier due to the lack of a mental strain as well. I could put up with my step-dad now ordering me around like a soldier, as well as my mum's constantly high expectations that I should always be on form to do my very best. I had a real friend for the first time, and I still couldn't be happier about it.

Image of Yourself:

[Tanner Bancroft]

I would like points to go to Charles Walden.

Full Name:Tanner Michal Bancroft
Nicknames, pseudo names: I have nothing official but feel free to call me whatever you want.
Age && Birthday:21; April 29, 1987
Year in School or Degree: high school Graduate
Occupation: None at this moment

Eye color: Blue
Hair color: A very dirty blonde
Height:Arm span says i should be about 6 foot. I'm actually 4'7"
Weight: 112 pounds last time i checked.
Piercings: No thanks
Tattoos: No way!
Other Markings: A few scars here and there.
General Appearance: Well If you were to meet me for the first time You would notice the wheelchair. I"m not afraid to share what happened to me. I also have very broad shoulders from pushing around all day. My sides have two long surgery scars up them . If I were to stand on my knees since ican't stand on my feet, you would also notice i have scolios. My hair is somewhat kept up. I like to keep it short so it easy to handle. I My skin color is fairly light with a slight tan. I have to be careful though since I burn easily.

Likes: I like chocolate, dogs, my family, Martial arts, swimming, sign language, reading, drawing, People who look beyond differences., drama (as in the class not life drama)
Dislikes: Liars, needles, cooked spinach, i don't usually hate much i'm just a fairly laid back guy.
Strengths: I'm fairly strong. I beat a large portion of people in arm wrestling. I'm a fairly good swimmer too. despite being told I swim like a fish. Which i think was a compliment. I'm loyal to my friends. I would never purposely hurt anyone. I'm trust worthy and kind.
Weaknesses: I sometimes forget things easily. I have trouble relaying informastion correctly, unless it written down. Sometimes I get angry easily.
Passions: I love dog; especially Dogs. I also love chocolate and soda. I also want to help others; which is why i want to become a sign language interpreter.
Phobias: Needles, I have had alot of surgeries and shots so naturally i became terrified of needles. I'm also afraid of Stairs. Not really sure why though. I did fall down stairs once in my chair but I was little when that happened.
Interests && Hobbies: Drama, drawing, sign language, swimming, helping others, plaing with my dogs, martial arts, weight lifting.
Secrets: I guess being gay is kind of secret i keep from people especially my mom. I don't want to disappoint her. I know she wants grankids someday. I'm self conscience about my looks. I feel like i'm ugly boy not matter what my mom says.
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Something Unique About You: I'm in a wheelchair. I have spina bifida. (pm me if you want to learn more) Not much is unique about me. Except maybe this, I can blow bubbles out of my neck under water. Plus i suffer from clinical depression.
Personality: I'm friendly and kind hearted. I hate to see others hurt. I"m also laid back. I try and take things as they come. Sometimes i over stress about things too. If I am to have surgery i can't sleep thinking about all that can go wrong. I guess i'm just a complex guy.

Family: Laurel Bancroft(Mom)
Duane Bancroft( stupid dad)
Jasmine Bancroft (Deceased sister)
Sean Carnahan(half Brother)
History:
Well my story i would have to say starts prebirth. My dad was in the Navy. Shortly after my mom became pregnant she found out i had spina bifida. The doctors and almost everyone around her said she should have my aborted. My mom; i adore, said she would have me. I owe my life to her. The also knew i had hydrocephelus. Well i was a month early cause the doctors decided it wa time to have the baby. Well Within that time my dad became a druggie and was having an affair. When i was born My dad became distant and not knowing how to hanndle a child with disabilities. I wasn't the perfect little boy he wanted.

Then ,my mom became pregnant with my sister. During tht time my dad went heavier into drugs. My mom finally had enough and said. "I can't be pregnant, Have a son with disabilities and a husband who does drugs. You need to leave clean up and come back so we can be a family." My dad left but never came back. I was 2 and half. Well i don't remember much about elementary school except one horrible day.

n August 20th . I was going into the 5th grade soon. My sister had just had her 8th birthday the previous month. Well anyways on august 20th i was working on craft project with my mom. My sister was working with my step grandpa. We lived on a farm and she was taking the tags from people so they could get paid for their work. She came in to take a little nap. I did too. Well before i woke up my sister had woken up given my mom a hug and said she loved her. I woke up and went back to working with my mom. Thing went downhill from there. Mom went into the kitchen to do something. There came a rapid knock at the door. I was the one who opened it. It was my stepgrandpa, The first thing out of his mouth was i've acidentally ran over your sister and i think i've killed her. I was too shocked to respond. My mom ran outside comanding me to stay inside. It all happened so fast i didn't know what was hapening. My mom came in with blood covering her hands. Thats when it hit me, i could lose my sister.

My mom dropped me and brother off with friends, They rushed off to the hospital. it seemed like hours before they came back. When they came back, My mom bore bad news, My sister was dead. We moved from the lower yakima valley, in washington state. The memories were too painful. Then during my 6th grade year my favorite sunday school teacher died and my Greatgandma was run over on christmas eve. To deal with the grief my family took the word of grandma got run over by a reindeer. and applied it to our situation.

Well the buisness mom was working for in moses lake went under and so we moved to Spokane. I went into the 7th grade. Wel ther was where i met myt first bully ever. The sad thing was he too was in a wheelchair. Anyways people thought two people in wheelchairs should be able to get along. Well i endured him picking on me until i went to a different high school then him. i went to alternative high school since i burned my entire freshman year. I graduated in 2006. Not mushch has happened since then. I'm hoping to go to college soon. Well thats my life in a nutshell. Hope you liked it.

[molly]

It's not done yet, but I'll finish it soon! ^^

Full Name: Anique Margaretha Corina van der W..

Nicknames, pseudo names: [all written as should be pronuciated in English] Neek [with a short ee], Lilya

Age && Birthday: 19, 07-07-1989

Year in School or Degree: High School dropout. I did all my subjects on A level, and am at the moment trying to get my diploma anyway. One day a week, one and a half hour, one subject, until January.

Occupation: At the moment I work at a supermarket, but the 6th of October I start as an BTT [basic technical troubleshooter] at HP for the desktop department.

Eye color: Greyish green, or greenish grey.

Hair color: At the moment it's auburn, but my natural colour is blond. I've had it in all kinds of different colours, a pro of a dad who is a hairdresser.

Height: 1.62 m [about 5'3"]

Weight: 61.6 kg [136.5 lbs]

Piercings: I only have had my ears pierced. Three on the left side, a tiny stone, a feet and a bubble, and on the right side two. An angel and a buddahfigurine. I used to have one in the tip of my right ear too, but it got infected, so I had to take it out.

Tattoos: None, but I still feel like getting a tattoo somewhere, in very small font either "It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back/It's like a whirlwind inside of my head/It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within/It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin" or "It's like a face that I hold inside/A face that awakes when I close my eyes/A face watches every time I lie/A face that laughs every time I fall" Yes, lyrics from Papercut by Linkin Park.

Other Markings: I've got quite a few scars, I'm just clumsy. Loads of them on my knees, from falling and one on the back of my right leg from shaving my legs with a too sharp razor. I have a three parted scar [like three stripes] right underneath my right breast, right where it changes from breast to chest. We had two cats, and when they were small I wanted to show them to someone. One of them scratched me, causing the scar. Oh, and loads of scars on my lower arms. I fight with my little sister a lot, and she always uses her nails. Let's see, what else. I've got a pretty big mole on my left upper arm and two tiny dots on the thumbside of my right wrist, like tiny puncture marks. And a birthmark on my left inner thigh, resembling the Netherlands, if you put some imagination into it.

General Appearance: I'm on the small side, and, if I'm honest, not really pretty, but sometimes I think I could have been pretty, had I taken more care of myself. I've got a very pale complexion, and even though during winter they're nigh invisble, I've got some freckles strewn across the bridge of my nose. I hardly ever wear more make-up than just some black eyeliner and mascara, because I think spending more than 5 minutes in front of a mirror is wasting time. I've got a snub nose and a dimple in my right cheek when I laugh. My cheek bones are pretty high and I've got quite an angular jaw, which has become clearer now I've lost some weight.

My hair is a constant mess, even though my father is a hairdresser, I clearly haven't inherited the genes. I'm capable of combing my hear and kneading it into curls, but that's all. At this moment it's auburn, and it falls to half-way my neck. Ever since I was 11 years old my hear has been short, but I've frequently have had periods during which I wanted to let it grow again. In itself my hair is curly, though the last years it's gone down to a mere wave in my hair, but at the moment it keeps getting more curly.

People usually think I'm a lot younger than I am, not too long ago somebody estimated my age at perhaps 15, 16. Thank you very much, kind sir, I'm closer to being 20 than to being 16. This is perhaps helped by the fact that I'm not really tall. However, looking at me more closely reveals I'm older than I look. Honestly, what 15 year old is this developed? Not much of them, I can tell you. I'm what they call curvaceous, though everything has gotten smaller and thinner, the thing I'm really aiming at are visible collar- and hipbones.

But really, most everything about my body is small [except, once again, my hips and breasts]. I have small ears, a small nose, tiny hands with pudgy little fingers and small feet.

As for my clothing style, it's a mix of many different things. I'm usually seen wearing skinny jeans, which has earned my the nickname "princess emo" at my old school, but I also wear gothic dresses, corsets, normal dresses, fashionable clothes and Lolita clothing. My shoes are my everything though. At the moment I own over 60 pairs, most of my favourites being Converse All Stars, simply because they are great.

If I'd have to pick things I love about my body, it would definitely be my ankles [face it, they're beautiful] and my breasts.

Likes: Boyfriend I've been with him since the 5th of May 2007. I met him through a friend of mine, who thought we'd go great together, and we do. He understands me, and vice versa. We try to be together as much as possible, though my parents often go on and on about how we haven't seen eacher enough yet. The invariable answer to this is no. We haven't.
Shoes I own over 60 pairs of shoes, and well, let's face it. I still don't have enough of them.
reading I've been reading for as long as I can remember. It's great, being able to sink away in a story, without having to think about anything else but the characters. I've been known not to respond to questions asked when I'm reading a book, simply because I don't hear them.
writing Mainly for the same reason as reading, only in writing you decide what the characters do.
English I can't exactly tell you why. Perhaps it's because it sounds so different from my own language, or perhaps because there are more stories told in English. But it most often came natural to me to talk in English.
cooking and baking Who doesn't. Smelling all those different scents, and tasting those great results?
my friends
chocolate
baking
music
traveling
big cities
London
the UK
werewolves
fantasy
dressing up
wearing costumes
being a Brabander
Raspberry beer
acting
walking on a [the Ramsgate] peer, in the wind, listening to He's A Pirate really loud
girls
redheads
Earl Grey Tea
the smell of rain
the sea
fairytales
being a goalie
roleplaying
playing Bellatrix Black
playing werewolves
strange things
being in the kitchen and thinking about nothing else but the ingredients and the result

Dislikes: Bullies, People who whine all the time, homophobes, winters without snow or ice, summers without sun, stepping into a puddle of water with my socks on, having a headache, [most of the time] my dad, horrormovies, getting hurt, seeing others being hurt, seeing others cry

Strengths: I'm protective over the people I love. Yes, when looking at that aspect, I'm like Molly. I would do most everything to protect my friends and loved ones from making huge mistakes or getting hurt. I'm a master in the art of pretending. Perhaps it's not much of a strength, but I'm great at pretending everything is just fine, not a foul in the air, or that I'm just like everyone else. I'm quite a good cook. I love food, even though I think I could better not eat it. Perhaps this sounds strange, but I'll explain this later. I'm a good liar, though this is a very dubious strength. I can keep a good pokerface, looking innocent or what not. I can look somebody straight in the eyes and lie to them without blushing.

Weaknesses: I've got quite a temper, not just getting aggressive quickly, but I'm just over all very emotional. I cry easily and to me it's quite hard to hide my emotions when they're truest. I'm overprotective, another trait I share with Molly. I'm a liar. I don't lie everything, and not in here, but sometimes I say things because they sound just a bit more interesting, or cover up what I did, or because I don't want to take the blame. I'm lazy and rather procrastinate. I can't stop surfing on the internet when I want to. And to top it all off, I've got horrible people skills, I'm scared to walk up to people and that kind of things.

Passions:
Phobias: I hate going to the dentist. I'm really, really scared of being there [not of the dentist himself, mind you, he's a nice man]. Honestly, I'm 19 years old and my mum still has to come with me when I have to go to the dentist. And injections. Not as much a phobia as a fear. It's ok when I'M the one giving the injection, but getting one? *shudders*
Interests && Hobbies:

Secrets: I'm having discussions with Ana. It first began a year ago, and she was my guide for a month or two, until I met my boyfriend, and my life felt great, Ana disappeared and I was happy. But now she's back again, despite everything. Sometimes I can resist her more than other times. But it does make me feel terrible every time I eat more than 200 or 300 calories a day.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Not the trendy kind, the real kind. I've fallen in love with girls multiple times, but I prefer guys.

Something Unique About You: Not as much a unique thing as a funny little fact. I'm Dutch.
Personality:

Family:
Dad, 47, hairdresser, has as bad a temper as I have
Mum, 46, used to be a nurse
Roanne, little sister, 14, we fight a lot

Will, boyfriend, 22. He's not really family, not by blood, but we both feel very strongly we'll stay together no matter what, so he is family to me

History: I was born the 7th of July, 1989 at 01.15AM. It was a stormy night, thunder raging, my mum's due date actually three weeks before. Already then, I was reluctant to come out. In the end the doctors had to use one of those vacuum things to pull me out. I was a healthy baby. I can't really remember much of this time, only what my parents have told me. When I was one year old my grandmother on mother's side died. She had a kidney disease from never drinking enough fluids. When she died she deliberately took her wedding ring off and gave it to my grandfather, saying he should get married again, should he find someone.

My first memory involves my dad's salon. He's a hairdresser and when I was younger I used to be downstairs all the time. I was a cute, very social toddler. And face it, I looked adorable. I was small, had light eyes and beautiful blond Shirley Temple curls. But, on to my first memory. I loved being read stories, I still love stories, and wanted people to do that. So, I was in the waiting area, a big book on my lap and next to me sat a boy, perhaps 16 years of age. I was a sneaky one, because I eventually got him to read the book to me. First I dumped the book on his lap, and then, inch by inch, wormed my way closer, so he had to read to me.

But, really all the other things I know from my early childhood comes from photographs. When I went to primary school, things started to go downhill. I loved ballet, and kids teased me for it, saying stupid things. Slowly the teasing became bullying, and so I've been bullied for the greater part of eight years. I became less social, more introvert and when I went to highschool [?, I have no idea how on would call it.] I decided to take matters into my own hands. I acted cool, the emphasis on acted. I was still insecure and to not get bullied, I was quite rude, loud and tried to look as tough as possible. Not that it helped much, as there were still kids who threw gum at me when I sat in the cafeteria. I became friends with those who weren't as cool themselves, underdogs must stick together.

When my second year came I started bullying some poor kid, just to show I would not be bullied. I'm not proud of it, but it's true. I can't remember whether he ever tried to stop him, but we'd call him names, kick him down and other such vicious things. Luckily for him, he left our school at the end of that year. But during that year, I also met some of my best friends. They were a year younger than me, and thought me and my friends were cool. Together with two of them I worte fanfiction, and we'd beta-read each other's stories. Looking back on those stories, I have to admit, most of them featured Mary-Sues, but at the time we didn't notice.

From my third year to fifth year things went better. I got more friends, who enjoyed the same things and not much eventful happended during these years, except for getting my heart ripped out, stomped on, torn up and then carelessly thrown away. This was all courtesy of a guy who was new to our school. He seemed likeable, and I quickly fell in love with him. During one of my school's parties we just made googly eyes the entire time, and when he went outside because he got sick, I took care of him. The day after we were just chatting away on MSN and eventually we told each other we liked each other. I agreed on becoming his girlfriend. I was extatic, and told some of my friends, but the day after, when we were at school, he told me it was perhaps better not to see each other for a while, because he got grounded after the party, basically this was breaking up with me, but at the time, I didn't realize. Not too long after I received a message on a profile site, saying something along the lines off, "too bad he's taken". I was shocked and when we went on an exchange, [me, the guy who broke my heart and the girl who had left the message] they pretended to be together. Why? Because he thought he'd make clear he didn't like me anymore in that way. Asshole.

But, let's just skip ahead a year, to the end of my fifth year. I liked a guy and I'd heard a friend of mine liked him too, so I had asked her several times "Do you like him?" No, was the answer, everytime I asked. But she did. One day, we were getting everything ready for the musical our school performed, Carmen, and then, all of the sudeent I realized they were saying bad things about me. So I walked up to that friend and asked her why. Her reply? "Oh, but we've been doing that for some time now. Behind your back." Talk about a smack in the face. I failed that year and was placed in a new class.

These are the best two years of my life, at elast, as far as I remember them. I had friends, real friends. We lived, loved, laughed. I met my boyfriend, I turned 18, and everything was alright. People liked me and I liked people, for once.

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[Lizzy Green]

Full Name:Courtney Meador
Nicknames, pseudo names:Courtna, Courtabella, Courtahna, Takine, Screenie, Courtnahna Lovelydovely.
Age && Birthday:16 Apr. 23,1992
Year in School or Degree:Junior in High School
Occupation:Student

Eye color:Blueish
Hair color:Many,,,, Brown, blonde, red, purpleish redish color.
Height:5'10"
Weight: 175
Piercings:ears, nose, navel.
Tattoos: none yet,,,, next week possibly.
Other Markings: nope.
General Appearance:I'm tall, I wear thick rimmed glasses cause I like them. =] Some don't but that's their choice. I wear whatever I want and most of the time that includes bright colors under a black jacket or black under a colorfull jacket. =] My favorite type of shoes in either Converse or Vans. I wear them a lot. But mostly my Vans. I look like a skater kid when I'm not at school. I like to skate but not a lot. I'm friends with pot heads so yeah, I guess I act like one as well cause,,,,,,, yeah,,,,,,,,, ANYWAYS! I wear this huge heart necklace everyday. It's like my good luck charm, if you will. You never see me without it. And if you do,,,,, I probably forgot it when I took a shower.

Likes: Soccer, volleyball, music, books, music, hanging with friends, and music. =]
Dislikes: Chris Crocker haters!!!!! Jonas Brothers. Miley Cyrus, and turnips.
Strengths:I am a very good singer and trumpet player. I know music and I know what I like. I am a very open minded person but when you scream at me and such I tend to shut you out. I am a very social person who will talk to anyone if I have the opportunity. I am hardly ever boring. My life is always filled with randomness and dumb luck.
Weaknesses:I do have somewhat of a temper if you get on my bad side. But most of the time I forget what the fight was about the next day so it's all good. I forget things very easily and I remember what I needed when I need it.
Passions: Music and writing. If I could be either a Musician or a writer I would be set. My world would have meaning. My LIFE would have meaning. I would be so incandescently happy I wouldn't even know how to explain it. =]
Phobias: Spiders and tight spaces.
Interests && Hobbies: Music and writing. That's pretty much it.
Secrets: I love to watch cheesy chick flicks and I never cry at the end.
Sexual Orientation:Totally straight! ;]
Something Unique About You:My personality. It all my own. =]
Personality:I am what you call a bubbly-random kid. I am a popular punk. Everyone at school knows me. No joke. And everyday about thirty-two kids hang around my locker during classes either for me or my friend Joseph who is like my brother. Ever since freshmen year I have been the loud kid who has lots of friends and who is a huge stoner. But that doesn't matter much where I live cause mostly everyone's a stoner.

Family:Mom---Teena
Dad--- Kenny
Sister--- Chelsea
Sister-In-Law---- Kayla
Brother----- Casey
History:I've lived in the same place for my whole life. I don't know what it's like to move or stuff like that. All through Elementary school and Middle school I was the bitchy chick who noone really wanted to be friends with. Then, the summer before high school I realzed what a bitch I was and started being myself. I forgot all those stupid people I was trying to be and was just me. Courtney. Then, in high school. I made new friends and became Courtna. The funny, loud, happy, doped up version of Courtney who is who I am today.


Nothing really bad or something has happened to me yet so I'm just goignt o end this here. =]

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[Ron Weasley]

Wow, lots of interesting responses so far! I hope people finish their posts... no points if it's not complete!

[izzy]

Far from done...
Points to Izzy-Frizzy, por favor.

"I say to myself, 'Self... why are you awake again? It's one a.m...'"

Full Name:
Danielle Amanda Hurley

Nicknames, pseudo names:
Danni, Danielle-Amanda, 'Chicklet', Alabama

Age && Birthday:
Eighteen && January 19th

Year in School or Degree:
1st year college student;
Mechanical Engineering major;
Changing to Civil Engineering with a minor in Architectural Engineering

Occupation:
Full-time Student, though over the summer I worked at a daycare.

"Monster, how should I feel?"

Eye color:
Hazel (which basically means that depending on what I wear they can look more blue or more green. I found out the other day, though, that when I cry, my eyes are a BRIGHT, piercing blue.)

Hair color:
Two shades of light blonde, right now (blonde with light blonde highlights) though after the play I'm in at the end of October, I'm going to dye it red-brown... because that's the my favourite colour that I've ever had my hair and I miss it dearly...

Height:
Five feet, five inches. Yup, I'm a short one. xD

Weight:
I haven't checked recently... but I am 'bigger.'
You'll see in the picture... Heh.

Piercings:
I have two holes in each ear, currently sporting the original titanium ball piercing studs, because I don't have enough long-posted nickel-free studs to change them yet. I'm hoping to get some neat-looking ones when I go to Chicago in a few weeks.

Tattoos:
I don't have any. I have yet to find anything that I would want to keep on my body forever. Though, I have considered getting a memorial to my uncle a few times, but I've never actually gone through with it, nor do I think I'll ever be able to tolerate the pain to do so.

Other Markings:
They aren't necessarily markings, but a few different things about me that I tend to point out to people are my index fingers and how ridiculously crooked they are. If you hold them up together, then they curve gradually away from each other. While the curve is gradual, it's sharp at the same time, meaning that it starts below the first knuckle, pretty close to the base of the finger, and curves both fingers away from each other pretty extremely.

Also, my pinkies are pretty crooked too, but this was not from birth. This was from using a percussion technique called 'playing four-mallets' waaaaaaaaay too much. ;D The way you have to hold the shafts of the mallets, my pinkies just gradually wanted to stay in that configuration, and so they're crooked as a result... and hurt like hell everytime I go to play. Heh.

General Appearance:

"I can't do the walk, I can't do the talk. I can't be your friend unless I pretend."

Likes:

((Had to add the last two in because they really are things I like... lol... I just don't pay terribly too much attention to them as I do the rest of the things on my list. xD))

Dislikes:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:
Passions:
Phobias:
Interests && Hobbies:
Secrets:
Sexual Orientation:
Something Unique About You:
Personality:

Family:
History:

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[izzy]

Tag.
Because Lord knows I'll probably need another one. xDDD

[Natalie Summers]

WIP. Nat's account. I don't HAVE another student. ^_^

Full Name:
Jonnah ------ ------

Nicknames, pseudo names:
Jonnah.

Age && Birthday:
Fourteen && July 5, 1994

Year in School or Degree:
Third Year High School. Plan to be an actress or a singer or a newscaster or a journalist someday. ^_^

Occupation:
Student

Eye color:
Brown. It's nearer to black, really. But it's brown.

Hair color:
Black. Brown in the sunlight but it's like... coal black.

Height:
5'7. I'm freakishly tall for my age.

Weight:
110 pounds or 7.87 stones.

Piercings:
Two. One on each ear. I was pierced when I was a baby.

Tattoos:
None. -_-

Other Markings:
Well I have a lot of scars on my arms and legs since I tend to fall down a lot when I was a little girl. It was either I tripped, WAS tripped, fell down a flight of stairs, my mom beat me up or I beat someone up. The me beating people up part was only when I was younger, like... when I was 5 until I was 8. Also, I have acne and chicken pox scars. I don't know why I keep messing around with my acne and pox things, I can't really put my finger on why I do it. It drives me nuts not to be able to get all the imperfections away from my face because I'm already so freaking Imperfect that I don't need any more flaws. I have enough for everyone in the world. I also have a small birthmark on my left arm that looks like a flying elf with a shadow under it. Weird? Please... I'm the epitome of weird.

General Appearance:
I am ugly in every sense of the word. I have never believed that I was pretty. Ever. But I'm pretty good at defining my ugliness.

I have wavy/straight black or brown hair, it all depends on the lighting or your perspective. I believe I have black hair, though and it's straight when it wants to be and it's wavy when it wants to be. Right now... My hair just flows a little longer from my shoulders. I have had a range of hairstyles when I was younger. I used to have full bangs and my hair was chopped to my chin when I was 5, I think. When I was 7, I made a really stupid decision to have boy cut hair. You can't believe the insults that brew after I went around like that. But it grew out eventually and it reached the longest that it has ever been when I was 11 until I was 12. It reached just a little above my waist and I really loved my hair like that. For high school when I turned 12, my mom permed my hair to be curly and cut it to shoulder level. Very bad hair year. It got longer and longer and I cut the curls because I really hated them. Right now, I hate and love my hair. It looks decent and humane when it wants to be and it looks untidy and unkempt in the bad way when it wants to be. It has a mind of it's own and I'm trying everything I can. It will, hopefully, be relaxed and straightened by December. HOORAY! UPDATE: I had my hair straightened earlier than expected. YAY!

I have two eyes. D'oh. I have two brown eyes which are closer to black than anything else but then again... it all depends of someone's perception. My face is weird like that. Some people think I have coal black eyes, some hazel brown, some muddy brown, it's all rather complex and I don't really pay attention to it much. But out of everything in my whole appearance, my eyes are my favorite part of me. I can talk with my eyes, seriously I can. One look and you'll know what I'm talking about. I have long lashes which in 4th grade, I cut with safety scissors. I don't remember why I did it, I think it was because I saw my sister fixing her eyebrows and I thought I'd try it. I was 8, I was... weird. The same year, I cut my eyebrows too. They looked like they had patches or something. I had to fill it out with a permanent marker. I have no idea why, I just did it.

My nose is the typical Filipino female nose. It's a quarter flat and three quarters angular. There's this dark brown spot on it because of a chicken pox that I accidentally brushed against. So it's a temporarily permanent... like 3 - 5 years of waiting until it fades away, permanent. That sounded so wrong in so many ways. I don't really know what shape my face is. You tell me. Haha. I don't really care. There's not much to work with and it would take 6 hours to make me look even CLOSE to human. I don't know how to define cheekbones for myself, I honestly don't. I can't tell the difference when its me I'm looking at. So um, I have ashy olden rose lips due to the fact that I've been wearing dark red lipstick since I was little and its in the family gene. My mom makes me wear lipstick if there's an occasion. I have a little bit of acne on my face but it's hardly seen because they blend in well with my dark chocolate skin. Like milk chocolate spots on dark chocolate. It's convenient at times.

Well, I guess that's my face. On to the rest of me. I am tall for my age and I'm still growing AND I take a growth supplement for teens because I want to reach 6'1 by the time I'm 18. Well... I want to be 6'1 when I'm 18. I'm naturally tall, it too is in the family blood. It's kind of weird because I don't stand straight most of the time, I often slouch. I'm taller than my 20 year old sister and she's 5'5. People think I'm lying when I say that I'm 14 and I don't really blame them, you'll see why later. They think I'm 18 or something. I have really really big feet. Siriusly. When I was 10, I was buying shoes from the LADIES section already. Now, I buy the largest pair IN the ladies' section. My mom says that I'll get custom made ones if there aren't any more in the market or that she'll just get me guy shoes. Roar. I often wear high heeled shoes and I got in trouble for it too. My feet are just more accustomed to high heels than flats. Flats accentuate the fact that I have big feet. I hate that.

I like clothes. Shopping for clothes that I like is fun. I like to wear dark colors because they make my skin look a little lighter and I tend to avoid green a lot. I just don't like green on me. Jackets and trench coats are my favorite clothes EVER. I just like them, especially the ones with hoods. With hoods I can cover my face and hide my earphones when I'm inside campus. Skinny jeans are my favorite type of pants. I just love them. Despite my face, I am often called the 'fashionista' of my class because of my love for clothes. I just love clothes and I tend to buy clothes that look good on me to detract the people pointing and laughing at my face and calling me 'Horse'.

I don't like to wear make up because... quite frankly... I don't know how to put it on. When I put on powder, I look like I have flour on my face. But mascara is the only exception. I love mascara, it's the only make up that I know how to use. I tried eyeliner once, someone asked me if my mom or my brother punched me because it looked like I had a black eye. End of eyeliner. The fact that I have small bags under my eyes helped the whole black eye eyeliner thing, though. I like lip gloss though, but I tend to eat it once it's on. It's a very weird tendency that I have. I eat things on my lips.

I have wide hips and I'm flat chested. So I basically look like a Giraffe's neck that swallowed a telephone. Damn, my figure sucks. I don't really care. I know I'll be ugly the rest of my life and I don't give a damn about it. At least I have a little something up top in my head instead of those who do have something but they rarely use it.

I like tunics too. The long shirts that go below the pelvic region. I love the ones with the really cute designs, the really 'emo' designs (but I'm not emo, I'm suicidal. Explained later on...), Twilight and Harry Potter related designs, the ones with the insulting/funny words written on them. All of my clothes are tightly fitted to me, hugging every inch of my giraffe swallowing body. I also wear nail polish sometimes, but only when I have time and if I'm in the mood. I don't know how to do French tips but I do alternates sometimes and I'm still not used to doing my nails with my left hand because I'm right handed. My right hand often looks like crap while my left hand looks half-way decent.

Anyway, that's me. I know. I suck. >_>

Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Passions:
Writing is probably my greatest passion. I love to write. I write songs (strictly lyrics only, I don't compose), I write poems, short stories like one-shots and stuff, novels, madlibs, essays. I've always been really good at fantasizing things, I have a very imaginative mind. I can make up a really ridiculous but slightly believable story in a snap. All the storytelling that I've been doing since I was a little girl must have seeped into my brain because I seem to be telling stories at a daily basis without really meaning to tell stories. It's a habit that I'm trying to break and I'm trying to look for help, so here's hoping I'll get better at just keeping it real. Actually... this application thing is sort of helping the whole story thing. It's kind of nice to just keep it real and know when to separate reality from my little imaginary world of perfection.

Second to writing, my other passion is MUSIC. I've been musically inclined for as long as I can remember. I can sing really well and I've been given lessons. I've performed at some local malls, municipal halls, events, Major Concert halls (like CCP) here in my home country. Music is something I can really relate to and I've known since I was a little girl that a life of the arts was my calling.

I am passionate about anything related to the arts. Literature, Visual Arts, Music... etc. I am also passionate about my work. I put my heart and soul into everything that I do and work and it hurts my feelings when they're taken for trash when I've worked so hard on it.

That's basically it. ^_^

Phobias:

I am afraid of rejection. I just seem to have this need to be involved in every little thing and I'm always afraid of being left out of something. I've been disliked my whole life and I'm just really afraid of not being accepted into something. I know it doesn't make much sense but it makes sense to me.

I am afraid of failure. I expect too much from myself and what I do. Grades, life, absolutely anything. I just need to succeed in every little thing I do. It's shallow and conceited but that's just me. I was raised to believe that it was perfection or bust.

I'm afraid of ghosts. Basically anything that involves ghouls, poltergeists or anything of the like... I become unable to sleep for two weeks and I have to leave the light on when I sleep.

I'm afraid of purple mascots and anything related to purple mascots. I don't really know why but they seriously freak me out! It all started when I was a year old, I had a birthday party at McDonalds. Grimace, the purple blob thing, kept coming at me and so I kept freaking out and crying. I grew up with that fear. Now whenever I see Grimace or Barney or hear their songs and stuff, I just start freaking out like mad. There's no sane explanation for it, I know. But whoever said that I was sane, anyway? So if you want me to hate you, sing that old Barney song 'I love you' song thing. I will probably slap you or something or roll out on the floor like a crazy person.
Interests && Hobbies:
Secrets:
It's not really a secret since I tell this to just about everybody who asks or something related to it. Ever wonder why a 14-year-old girl can react so well to subjects relating to sex and stuff? I saw my parents when I was 5. I'm basically scarred for life. So, it's no big deal right? A lot of kids have seen their parents, right? Well have you met a lot of kids who were in the SAME bed WHILE their parents were having sex when they thought that you were asleep? Not a lot, right? Most people just walk in on them but, I'm not as lucky as most people. It was probably the most excruciating and scarring moment of my life... so far.

Also, I'm a chronic liar. It's not something I'm proud of, it's something that I'm trying to tell people so that maybe someone could help me and stuff. It basically started when my brother told me that I had to be the richest and most extravagant girl in school to fit in and as a gullible little girl with low self-esteem, I believed him. Because of incessant lies that I've told in school, I'm probably one of the most hated Juniors in my school and I've tried like crazy to fix things. It's a secret because even though I DID lie back then and I have not brought them up since the 2nd month of First year high school but... I have not taken any of them back. I'm just too afraid of being MARKED as a liar, even if I totally am. I stopped with the lies, though.

Last one. My mom beats me up. A LOT. With a belt, the belt BUCKLE, the railings of the stairs, a slipper, a towel, a clothes hanger, her bare hands or if she's tired or something... she serves me up to my brother to roast. The worst part is that severe and cruel punishment like that isn't illegal where I come from. It's a form of discipline. A very barbaric for of discipline but discipline nonetheless. Sometimes, she does it for the simplest things that it's stupid.

Sexual Orientation:
Straight. Straight. Straight. Straight as straight can be. ^_^

Something Unique About You:
I have been called a 'Jack of All Trades' multiple times, but I don't get it at all. They all say it's because I'm pretty, which I often reply with a blech and a hit on the arm, I get good grades, I'm okay with sports and I'm artsy. I'm like... MEH? I am so not a Mary Sue. So many flaws to count, child. Don't even start with me.

I practically live off of Hershey's Dark Chocolate. I love it so much. It's so good! I don't even want to resist the craving. And I wonder why I'm so hyper all the live long day. So yeah... Chocolate.
Personality:

Family:
My dad. He's 49 and he works as an executive manager in Accenture Philippines, Mandaluyong or 'Big Boss' as he says. He just stands there. No emotion at all. He calls my mom 'the commander'.

My mom. She's 48 and she's a housewife. She is probably the most controlling, sadistic, cruel and torture-inducing mother in the history of the world. Honestly, she makes Hitler look like a puppy dog. She pushes and pushes just so that she can take credit for all the hard work that I put in. I study my freaking arse off and uses her children to brag to her friends and to the other members of the family. She's a freaking dictator. One of the very main reasons why I'm suicidal.

My older brother.. He's 25 and he's radiology technician at Manila Doctor's Hospital. He is married, working and he STILL lives in the house WITH his knocked up wife. He's like the little sidekick of my mother, whom I fear more (physically speaking) because he's a freaking black belt and he's huge. He scares me, honestly he does. But when his wife is near, he tries to be nice and gives me presents just to prove that he's nice. I don't buy it one bit. And I hate my brother. So... yeah. Ever since he moved back in the house with his wife and his daughter, he's hell bent on making my life even more miserable than hell itself.

My older sister.. She's 20 and she's a newly graduated nurse who will be taking her board exam this December. She's my mom's 2nd lieutenant. She tells on me ALL the time just to get some sort of allegiance with my mom. My mom rules all. But she's cool when she's not trying to be my mom's little perfect angel.

There's also my sister-in-law and my niece who are new additions to my family. My sister-in-law is 27 years old and she's half Chinese. And there's my 2 month old niece. Damn, that kid's unlucky. The Jeanne is pronounced as 'JOHN' not 'JEENE'. It's so freaking weird. I pity that kid really.

That's basically my family. I hate my family. You can't choose your family and I guess I'm just going to have to stick with mine until I graduate. I can't wait to leave.

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