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    Aidan Violette Tarynn.


    15 years old. (Birthday: August 13th) * Sophomore.
    Personality: quiet, a lone wolf, creative, a mix of girly and tomboy, and natural.
    Likes: quiet surroundings, hanging around close friends, texting, reading, listening to music, the colour turquoise, school, loose hoodies (then again, who doesn't? x3), and standing up for her beliefs.
    Dislikes: noisy surroundings, crowds, public speaking (excludes acting in a play), snobs, her name, bullies and bullying, very tight clothing, painting her nails, acting like a girly girl or a tomboy (as in she hates doing this herself), dyed hair, piercings that aren't on the ear lobes, makeup, and major meats (what I mean by this is meat like steak, porkchops, and ribs).
    Family: Rain Genifer [Jackson] Tarynn (mother) and Gerald Orion Tarynn (father). Logan Carleigh Tarynn (sister; 12 years old, birthday is December 3rd; seventh grade), Corella Michelle "Cory" Tarynn (sister; 11 years old, birthday is January 5th; sixth grade), and Loren James Tarynn (twin brother to Cory).
    *Naming theme for the kids was to give the girls first names more popular and known as masculine names and the boys given first names more popular and known as feminine names.
    History: was born in Minnesota and lived there until she was four. She then had to move to Florida because both of her parents were military and had orders to PCS. She made many friends in Florida and quickly adjusted to the temperature difference. Aidan loved to play soccer, and along with playing on her schools' soccer teams (as she was in Florida from preschool to seventh grade, playing on all of the schools' teams every school year). She then had to move to Arizona and she lived there from April (nearly the end of seventh grade) until August 3rd (nearly the end of summer break before ninth grade). The next location she moved was Kansas, and she was started living here in August 25th (the day before she started ninth grade). So, moving away from all of that no pun intended, she has had two boyfriends in middle school, and she has had her first kiss already. She hates her name because almost no one knows that her name was actually made to be unisex, and bullies have gotten on her about her name. They've also messed with her younger siblings because of their names, and while Aidan wanted to help, she wasn't allowed to.


    Just putting this here for future reference. You don't have to make a form like this, btw, and we'll start off with the second week of school, since that's when everything starts happening.

    Full Name : Illidan Connor Luedke
    [size=7pt]Origin of name ; Unsure of Illidan. Connor was his grandfather's name, and Luedke is the family name.
    Nicknames ; Con, Connor, and Illy (by his little sister only)
    Age : 15 & 1/2 years old
    [size=7pt]Maturity Level ; 15-18 years old
    Birthday ; February 20th
    Zodiac Sign ; Pisces [/size]
    Gender : Male
    [size=7pt]Gender Identity ; Cisgender Male
    Gender Expression ; Masculine [/size]


    Personality :
    [size=7pt]Personality Type ; INFP
    Positive Traits ; Open-minded, passionate, friendly, stands up for others, more to add
    Neutral Traits ; Quiet, more to add
    Negative Traits ;
    Likes ; Drawing, listening to music, writing music, singing, hanging out with his little sister,
    showing off his pet snake, snuggling with his cat, more to add
    Dislikes ; Cliques, feeling lost, his father, his twin, opera music, showing others his drawings,
    singing for others, more to add[/size]

    " D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things that nobody else sees. "


    History :
    [size=7pt]First Memory ; When he was four, his mother taught him and his twin brother how to
    ride a bike, both ended up getting lost by the park when their mother was on the phone, but his
    older-by-an-hour brother suggested they sit still and eventually their mother found them again.
    Favourite Memory ; When he was eight and his parents were splitting up, his father wanted
    Malfurion to come with him. For a week straight, him and Mal stayed up in their treehouse,
    blocking the entrance and refusing to allow anyone in, scared of being split up. It's his favorite
    memory because he loved the bonding experience with his brother and how close they used to be.
    Least Favourite Memory ; The day his father first came home drunk, screaming up a storm and
    trying to harm him, Mal, and their younger brother Jaeden.
    First Words ; "Mama" "Kitty" "Bruder (Brother)" "Puwple (Purple)"
    Favourite Words ;
    Family ; Mother - Casey (some name here) Luedke. Father - Raymond (some name here) Davis
    (does not live with them). Brothers - Malfurion Howard Luedke-Davis (twin, does not live with
    them). Jaeden Alexander Luedke (12 years old). Sister - Dylan Ray Luedke (6 years old).
    Distant Kin ; Few aunts and uncles, many cousins and second cousins.[/size]


    Appearance :
    [size=7pt]Height ;
    Weight;
    Build ;
    Skin Tone ;
    Hair Color ;
    Eye Color ;
    Tattoos ;
    Piercings ;[/size]


    WIP ^^^^


    Notes for me and you to read about him for now elohel

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    | Yo, man, whatcha got against hipsters, yo? I'll start us off. :3 Also, because they won't be dating immediately and to make things easier, I think they should have the same schedule.


    Aidan sat at her desk in homeroom (which is considered first period), reading her book quietly. There was going to be a substitute that day, according to what their teacher had said on Friday (and it was Monday), but he was not here yet. Well, actually, he was in the school, but he was filling out a lot of paperwork. She actually got to talk to the substitute as well, but she didn't tell him her name, which she probably should've done. Not only is it polite to do, but also so he doesn't expect a boy to answer to the name "Aidan." Well, actually, her mom had put in her full name in the system, so seeing her middle name, Violette, would give off a hint that Aidan Tarynn is a girl. However, according to one of her little sisters, Logan, their mother did not put down her and her siblings' middle names. That was going to suck. Well, Loren, her younger and only brother, would be fine because his name is already known to also be a masculine name, and it's spelled the masculine way, anyway.


    So, like expected, there was a variety of students in the class. There were shorties and the tall people . . . and the "average" height people. There were two jocks, one "emo" who was actually sitting in the front, some band geeks in the back right corner, several "average" students, five popular girls (including their Queen Bee), and then there was her. She's not exactly a part of a clique; she's not even considered an "average." That was fine by her, though, because she doesn't care about cliques. After all, every student is only different in how they act and react as well as their "title."


    Aidan isn't messed with often at this school, which is ironic since her name should be considered abnormal. She guessed that either the bullies considered her too pretty to bully, or there are people who really didn't piece her name and her face together. Aidan then closed her book and set it to the side as she noticed that class was starting in about two minutes.


    omg, how I always start with long paragraphs and by the second time I have to post I'm only posting three sentences xD

    irl, a lot of people at my school are annoying hipsters, so they get a bad rap from me


    Illidan ran down the hall, skateboard in hand and backpack barely on. His hair was messy, yet it still didn't look that bad, he guessed his hair just did that thing where it looked good whether or not he fixed it that morning. Nearly tripping over himself, straightened himself and burst into class. " Woo, not late! " he exclaimed quietly to himself, taking deep breaths and quickly getting to his seat. Illidan was usually known for being the late kid last year, always getting detentions and such for it, but this year he decided he should change that. He had an average GPA of about a A- or B and wasn't usually a trouble maker, so really being late was the worst he could do.


    Setting his skateboard on the ground, under his desk, Illidan pulled his backpack off and took his pencil and notebook out, setting them on the desk. As he glanced around, he felt lost. He always felt lost, however, never really fit in with any "clique". Sure, he could be skater boy, but his personality just didn't fit with them, they were loud, obnoxious, trouble makers; that wasn't him. And sure, he wore more darker colors than lighter, and most people just assumed he was "emo", whatever the hell that meant, which as stated, he had no idea what really made someone an "emo", so he didn't even count them as a clique. When his gaze swept past the popular girls, he shivered. God, he could never fit in with them or their boyfriends; they were so stuck up, rude, and arrogant. They thought they owned the whole school, were "top dogs", but in reality, most hated them and those who loved them were crazy or within their own group.


    After a while, he spotted the new girl. He was never good with names, but he thought he remembered her as "Aidan". He remembered last week talking to her, when his friend snorted with laughter after hearing "such a manly name given to a girl". He was frustrated with said friend, and at the time had elbowed him fairly hard in the ribs, and now still wouldn't talk to him. His friend knew how much Illidan hated bullies, yet continued to be one himself.


    Bringing his gaze from everyone else, and himself out of his wide array of thoughts, to the front, waiting for the teacher, he shifted in his seat and opened his notebook. Within it, there were just as many doodles as there were notes. He loved drawing and had kept the notebook, though it was from last year it still had more pages to use. Flipping to the newest unused page, he set his arms on the desk and waited patiently.


    yeah my muse is gonna go down the drain after this post

    I rip out all of the pages used before I use it the next year xD Aidan crossed her hands over her lap and she danced in her seat, a smile coming onto her face. Yes, she really liked school, although she does have some classes she absolutely hates. Even in the classes she hates, she tries to be happy, and maybe even a little energetic. Well, actually, today, she tried an ice coffee and the caffeine is making her slightly bouncy. She wasn't bouncing off of the walls, but she was obviously more energetic than usual.


    Out of the corner of one of her green eyes she noticed Illidan. Oh yeah, the boy who talked to her last week and elbowed a kid. Whether or not she was supposed to see that, she saw it anyway. She didn't know what to think about that incident, and she didn't want to dwell on it. She hates to dwell on the past.


    Sighing quietly, she frowned as she watched the popular girls mocking the "emo" kid. She actually knew the boy, and he's not an emo. He has self-harmed, he normally wears dark clothing, and (unfortunately for him due to the cliques) his hair is naturally black (as in actually black, not dark brown), but that's not emo. The kid is actually really social and he's usually in great control of his emotions, but it seems like no one pays attention to him. No one ever paid attention to his brother and sister (he's a triplet) either, because they were automatically considered "emo" for sympathising him and always being with him.


    Aidan rolled her eyes away from the situation and shook her head, crossing her arms over her stomach. Her eyes were close to fixing on the window until the substitute actually entered the room. She sat up straight and put on a polite smile, making herself appear like a Teacher's Pet.


    The substitute looked around at the students and began calling off names. The students announced their presence with something stupid like, "Present? Where?" or "Obviously I'm here!" When the substitute got to Illidan, he stared at the name with confusion. "Is it . . . pronounced ILL-I-DAN or ILL-EE-DAN, or . . . " (this is where he tells him the proper pronunciation)

    Illidan glanced around when every one was being called, trying to find the face before they answered "Here", testing his memory as he only knew them for a week, but was surprised when he was able to put all the names to the correct face. His eyes flicked to the teacher when he knew it was his turn, again something else he remembered from his week, where he was on the roster, which was pretty useless. He had a habit of remembering useless things, but for the love of god could not remember the correct algebraic expressions when needed. Blinking, he smiled and shook his head slightly, " Actually, sir, it's neither. It's pronounced ILL-UH-DIN. If it's difficult, you can just call me Connor, that's my middle name, " he offered politely.


    He had this other habit, of deciding whether he liked a teacher or not before he actually met them. If he liked them, their first encounter would be smooth and he would be polite, if he didn't like them, their first encounter would be the opposite. He looked back down at his notebook now, picking up the pencil and doodling in the corner. He was never one for showing off his artwork, so he had tons of awesome drawings in his notebook, but he told himself they weren't great and never showed anyone. Once again, another habit, telling himself his talents weren't good enough to show with others.

    The substitute smile and nodded. "ILL-UH-DIN, gotcha!" he answered, turning his gaze back to the attendance sheet. Picking up the book, he was pacing in the front of the classroom as he called out names. For some reason, it seemed like a lot of the kids after the L's actually answered normally, but there were a few awful answers. So, here came the awkward part of roll call. "Aidan Tarynn," he called out, glancing around the room.


    Almost immediately, everyone else in the class turned their gazes to her. The popular girls, jocks, and just the clique-less bullies smirked evilly and rolled their eyes. It was obvious that they were thinking the same thought: "The girl named as a boy." The "emo" kid blinked sadly as he pitied Aidan, and the average students just had blank expressions on their faces.


    Aidan paid no attention to the bullying and smiled even brighter. She rose her left hand straight in the air and called out, "Here, Sir!" That's right; even when she's being bullied for her name, and she does hate having the first name she does, she just lives her life. She lowered her arm and laid it on her desk, using her right hand to sweep her thick bangs behind her ear. After so, she crossed her hands on her desk and nodded.


    The substitute smiled and nodded. "It's finally nice to know your name," he greeted.


    Seeing this was the perfect opportunity, the popular girls burst out into laughter and rolled their eyes. The Queen Bee used her index finger and placed it in her mouth to imitate gagging. Her best friend just smirked loudly and clapped her hands three times. The other popular girls just shook their heads slowly to Aidan.


    "Quiet!" the substitute scolded them before continuing the attendance sheet of twenty students.


    Aidan, still smiling and having her hands crossed on her desk, rolled her eyes to the bullying and focused back on the substitute.

    Illidan had looked back at her when he heard her name, but not for the same reasons the bullies did, just simply was testing his memory. When she rose her hand and called out she was here, he smiled, feeling accomplished as he remembered yet another classmates name. He looked down at his notebook, continuing his doodling as he waited for the lessons to start.


    // rip muse

    The substitute cleared his throat and pulled out a pile of worksheets, which pulled an angry groan from everyone else in the class. In this class, the teacher always left a worksheet for their students to do when they're out. What's even worse is it's the same worksheet each time in all four grades, and while the answers are already known, the teacher expects complete sentences and text-based evidence. Okay, serious? It's science class, not English class. "Ryleigh, could you pass out these papers?" the substitute asked.


    Ryleigh, who was the Queen Bee, smiled and grabbed the papers from him. "I'd be delighted to, sir," she answered, evilly looking over the students. No one in this class is scared of the popular girls, not even Ryleigh, so they just glared at her neutrally. Ryleigh gently handed her clique, and the jocks, their papers. To the "emo," she pretended like she was cutting her wrist with a piece of paper before slamming it on his desk. To the average students, she either slammed their papers on their face or desks. To Illidan, she smiled and batted her eyelashes. "Pretty boy," she snarled before slamming his paper on his drawings. Oh jeez, now she was at Aidan's desk. "Ugly boy-girl," she announced before crumbling the paper in a ball and throwing it at Aidan's face.


    Aidan had quickly reached her hand up and caught the paper ball before it hit her face, keeping her smile on her face. Blinking, she uncrumbled the paper and began reading what needed to be done.


    While the substitute didn't call Ryleigh out, he just wrote complaints about her for the teacher to read when they get back.


    | jeez, my muse is also dead but I'm writing so much. What kind of sorcery is this? e-o

    Illidan didn't mind the worksheet, he liked doing them because he could do most worksheets with ease and be done before most, which left more time for drawing and music writing. When he heard Rayleigh and saw her slam the papers down, he only blinked several times and looked up at her with a neutral expression, " Thank you, I do look quite nice today, don't I? " he said in response to her "pretty boy" remark. He looked down at the worksheet and began working on it, humming quietly to himself. He had closed his notebook and pushed it out of the way, as well.


    // idk but my muse is like dead

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    Aidan was also usually done with the worksheets before everyone else. This time, though, she actually kind of "cheated." She doesn't like to cheat, but because she's annoyed with this worksheet, she looked back at the one she had last year. So, without even reading the paragraphs, she just copied down the answers on her previous worksheet, since she had a 100 percent on it. The teacher never actually pays attention to the answers themselves; they just give a plus if there are words they're looking for, something in quotes, and complete sentences. Since she was done with the worksheet after about seven minutes, she slipped her previous worksheet away and turned in the worksheet given to her by the teacher.


    Ryleigh glared at Aidan, having seen Aidan's way of finishing so soon. However, she just smiled deviously and nodded. Blinking, she turned her gaze back to her paper and struggled to answer the questions. Stupid class.


    Aidan sat back in her seat and pulled out her book, going back to reading.


    | By the way, I give you permission to also role-play bullies, popular girls, and even Ryleigh.

    Illidan finished his worksheet soon after Aidan, getting up and turning it in to the teacher. He had smiled politely at the substitute, then turned back toward his desk. Sitting down and opening his notebook to the page he left off on, he began doodling again, which turned out to be cat. He really wasn't liking this class so far, science wasn't something he was great with, it went hand in hand with math and he had trouble with math. Not only that, there were the bullies and trouble makers there as well, which annoyed him, but he learned to realize no matter how hard you tried, bullies would still be bullies. Sighing to himself because of his thoughts, he shut his notebook and brought out his actual sketch book. He began drawing said cat again, which was his, but now it was less of a doodle and more of an actual drawing.

    Aidan had noticed Illidan sketching out of the corner of her eye. They were pretty good sketches, and it made her envy his drawing skill. She wasn't exactly an artist who draws, paints, or sculpts; instead, she's a reader, a poet, and a writer. She could call herself an author, but she decides to save that for another time. The brunette blinked her eyes and closed her book as the bell finally rang. She decided to be one of the first ones to leave, but she held back at the side of the doorway for Illidan. Hey, when she sees someone's art she likes, she will compliment them.

    Illidan glanced up once the bell had rung, and he shut his sketchbook. Putting his things away, he waited for most people to be in front of his desk before getting up. He used his foot to roll his skateboard out from under the desk, then picked it up and headed out of the class, putting his backpack on one shoulder.

    | lol, I love how the ends of their names rhyme. x3


    Aidan noticed Illidan and quickly caught up to him. A smile on her face, she complimented, "I like your drawings." It wasn't hard for her work up confidence to talk to him, but then again, she trusts him. He already understands the name situation and doesn't mock her for having a masculine name. Quickly, she added, "I'm actually slightly jealous that you can draw. I can't even draw a stick person!"

    // sammmmeee


    Illidan jumped slightly, looking toward and smiling, " O-oh, thanks. It's, uh, their not that great, " said, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't used to compliments and didn't like sharing his works with others, so it was predictable he would answer the way he did. " And I'm sure you're not that bad! " he said after her stickman comment. That's how Con was though, he never took compliments, but always dished them out and tried making others feel better about whatever skills, even if in reality they weren't good at them at all.

    Aidan shrugged in response to his attempt of reassurance, but her smile still remained. Hugging her books tighter, she answered, "Well, the thing is, I'm not that kind of artist." Just so they wouldn't be late to their next class, English, she practically glided to the English door, which was down a different hallway. Once he caught up, whenever he caught up, Aidan continued, "I am an artist, but I'm an artist with words. I create art that can really become woven into someone's soul, and words create music as well as pictures. Words are behind everything, in my opinion." Shrugging again, she sat at a table with David (the "emo" kid) and . . . actually, nope, until Aidan came over, he was alone.

    Illidan became confused, and decided the only way he was going to hear her finish her sentence, was if he went to class since they the same class together. Good thing he never intended on ditching anyway, he caught up with her and listened to her quietly, nodding slightly as she spoke. " Really? That's... that's actually really interesting, I've never heard being a writer explained in such a way. You're great with words, " he said, honestly wishing he had such talent. He wanted to talk about his music writing, but decided against as ; 1. he didn't like talking about himself 2. he didn't like sharing his talents or seem like he was showing off to anyone. He sat down at the table with no problem, not minding at all said "emo" kid was sitting there as well. " Hello, David, " he said politely, yet quietly, being the reserved and quiet kid he was.

    David looked at Illidan with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Was this really happening? Somebody was talking to him in a friendly and sincere way? "Hi, Illidan!" he answered, a small smile crossing his face. "Aidan," he added as he glanced at the girl, nodding to her. "So, how's it going? Guys?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly from puberty slight anxiety.


    Aidan smiled to David and arranged her books on her desk. It was nice to talk to him again, because they haven't talked since July, and even then it was texting. Smiling, she answered, "It's pretty much the same. I'm getting messed with because of my name, my siblings are getting messed with because of their names, and I'm really hoping I don't have to move again." Realising she didn't answer Illidan, she turned to him and thanked him for the compliment.

    Illidan smiled at David's enthusiasm, all the while the two were talking and he waited for his turn, he set his board on the floor under the desk. Pulling his backpack onto his lap, he pulled out his notebook and sketchbook, then putting his backpack on top of his skateboard. He pulled his pencil out of his pocket and glanced at Aidan, " Oh, hey, sorry to hear your getting messed with because of your name. My sister has the same problems at her school, but my mom won't let me do anything about it because their younger than me, " he said, biting the inside of his lip, nervous he rambled on and shared too much. He then looked toward David, " And I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. How about you? " he asked.