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{{ Waverly ll Bowen }} Nicknames; "Um, I don't have any. Not a big fan." Gender; "I'm a girl!" Birthday; "November 19th." Age; "Fifteen, barely." Grade; "Tenth grade!" Teams & Clubs; "I'm in Photography, Art, and Dance." Dorm Room Number; "Eight, or so I've been told." Dorm Looks; "I brought out the interior decorater in me. I feel sorry for my dorm mate, though." click! Pets; "I've got Nox, you'll love him." click! History; "Father personal, don't you think? But... Alright. I was born in Wales, you don't need to know where, and my parents got divorced, so my mum left me at my dad's house and I haven't seen her since. I was five, maybe? We've been moving around since then, me and dad, and we've been here for a month, which has been the longest stay ever. That's it, basically." Personality; Waverly is many sided, quick both in the mind and physically. She is always brimming with energy and vitality, and not only that, she's very clever with words. She's intelligent and very adaptable to every situation and every person. She's very curious and always wants to know what's going on in the world around her. She's definitely not one to sit back and watch the world go by, she wants to be involved. This can sometimes make her seem nosy. While she does enjoy communicating, she's not the ultimate social butterfly, as her personality seems to make her. Even though she can talk and talk (usually interesting topics; her speech is never mindless babble), she only does it when surrounded by people she trusts. Most of the time, she only speaks up when needed, and she's very socially awkward. She has interesting opinions and thoughts on things, but is afraid to speak her mind. Lacking perseverance, she easily goes off topic to explore another thought or idea. She can be a bit superficial, and will form opinions on matters without diving into them and exploring them fully. This can lead her into thinking she knows everything, which she usually does but her mind is too busy to be concerned with fine details. Routine and boredom are her biggest fears, along with butterflies. She's deathly afraid of butterflies. She would rather be naive then know the depressing truth, as she doesn't want to put a damper on her happiness (but she's not stupid, just... optimistic. Until there's no hope, then she's a pessimist). Sexuality; "I'd rather not be labeled by sexuality, thanks. I like boys, though." Crush; "Um. No one, not really." Dating; "I move around too much..." Extras; "Nope!" Other; The Unicorn is Joe!
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[font=times new roman][color=black][color=white]{{ Archer ll Davis }} Nicknames; "Archer's not that long, is it?" Gender; "Boy, the last time I checked." Birthday; "February 14th. Yep, on Valentine's day. Age; "Sixteen." Grade; "Eleventh, almost out!" Teams & Clubs; "Basketball. I love it." Dorm Room Number; "Ten." Dorm Looks; "Like it?" click! Pets; "None, sorry." History; "Normal life, pretty much. Born, raised well, I have a little sister and my parents are still together even though they fight too often. I wasn't ever bullied or anything, just a plain old wallflower life." Personality; wip Sexuality; "Straight as a very straight line." Crush; "No one, not now." Dating; "Uh, no one." Extras; "Nope." Other; The Unicorn is Joe~
[align=center][font=georgia][color=black] Full name ~ "Oswin Wysteria Abbott." Age ~ "Sixteen." Sexual Orientation ~ "Bisexual!" Crush ~ "Um, no one at the moment. I'm hoping it'll change, maybe..." Dating? ~ "Again, no one." Sharing Cabin with..? ~ "... No one, again. Very much open." Other ~ "Um, I'm irish. Yep."
[align=center][color=black][font=georgia] Full name ~ "Devon Micheal Pace!" Age ~ "Seventeen." Sexual Orientation ~ "Bisexual and proud!" Crush ~ "None, right now." Dating? ~ "No one." Sharing Cabin with..? ~ "I don't know, anyone who gets the other bed?" Other ~ "Nope."
reason for name&& dolls are something people treasure, but there are many things that can happen to them, especially if they're made of porcelain. when dolls break, sadly, you can either fix them or throw them away. [or, the one where i wanted an original name that followed the naming theme.]
gender&& femme fatale
sexuality&& heterosexual.
appearance&& broken is a lovely cat, there's no denying.
broken takes after her mother, a bit, being a savannah cat herself. however, her fur is not gray, but a lovely mix of yellows, lined with black spots all over her body. she has a white belly, probably the only white on her, and her body is long, slim, and lean, agile in every way. her legs are long, much like her tail, and they give her a steady balance. her eyes are half dark green and half brown, each one, because although she doesn't have full heterochromia, she has sectoral heterochromia. they're gorgeous, and they resemble trees quite a lot.
personality&& broken hardly has the depressing persona one would think she has, with her name and all.
admittedly, broken is not the most social girl, preferring the company of herself and her dreams, and she's definitely one of, if the the quietest, of her siblings, but just because she prefers solitude and silence, does not mean she's shy or awkward. no, broken is very straight-forward, and when she needs to say something, she makes sure she'll say it, or she'll make someone listen. she's not a spoiled brat, but she does like getting what she wants most of the time. she'll accept a loss, but much prefers to turn out the winner, in whatever situation. she does know when to back down, though, because she's smart and plans everything out based on how she wants it to happen. that's usually a problem, because broken is a big perfectionist, and wants everything to turn out... well, perfect. she's not the most adventurous spirit, but when she is out, she makes sure everything works out well and not like a complete and utter mess [hint: it usually doesn't go well for her]. she's not a complete bore, actually, she's very polite/nice, or tries to be. normally, she thinks before she speaks, but sometimes words just flow out of her like nothing, and most of the time they're things she was hoping to keep inside. she's a big daydreamer, and this is the times when she'll zone out and then come right back, just like nothing happened. there's not a lot that shows when broken is daydreaming; she blinks, breathes, and sometimes even moves like normal, so it's hard to tell when she's zoned out. broken is definitely more of a listener than a talker, and great at keeping secrets... however, she's not so great at keeping them, seeing as, for some reason, she has a bit of trust issues. with almost everyone. broken can be ridiculously sensitive, even a harsh glare or comment can set her off. she can either become incredibly sad, but won't admit it and act as usual, or she'll become angry and snap at everything and everyone, with no remorse except when the anger is over. this anger can last for long periods of time, and can stop before you say her name. ...she's also a very good actress, but we'll ignore that for now.
plots&& ➽ i used to have a kitty in shadowclan, on my old account, who i killed off. i'm going to get broken the ability to see a single spirit, so she'll have a friend she always trusts. also, this is linked to her daydreaming. it's not always daydreaming, it's just her friend talking to her. ➽ aaaaaaaaaand when she grows up, around older apprentice age, i'm going to give her the Sight, and her whole world changes, because her daydreams would turn into conversations with ghosts, she'd have limited clairvoyance, she'll be able to sense the emotions of others, and she won't know what's going on even though her ghost friend tries to explain it, somewhat. maybe she tells someone, maybe she keeps it a secret.
Personality?: Winny is the least clear-cut of all her friends, or so she calls herself. She can range from being timid, shy, dull and withdrawn from most to being a brilliant, loud and fun extrovert. She likes to be in her home most of the time, away from others and in the quiet world that is her home. This is not to say, though, that she is unsociable, just that, for her, there's a time to be social and a time to be solitary, and this is part of the contradiction in her nature. Outside and to strangers, she can appear formidable - thick-skinned, unemotional, uncompromising, obstinately tenacious, purposeful, energetic, shrewd, intuitive and wise, sometimes with a philosophical profundity of thought verging on inspiration. To close friends and family, though, she's sympathetic and highly sensitive. She also gives great advice, and the reason she can identify with others' situations so well is because of her large imagination. She is often over-imaginative and prone to fantasy, and this makes her appreciate art and literature, especially the drama or tragedy genre. She, herself, has a literary talent and is wonderful with words. She has sharp ears and is good at mimicking, however her mood swings always give her a disadvantage in almost all situations, and she has a tendency to overreact. She's very loyal to her friends and family, and if you need someone to keep your secret, no one is better at it than Winnifred. In contrast, her own secrets are kept tightly under lock and key, for no one's eyes or ears except hers. The only big problem she has with friends is her tendency to be a pessimist and suspicious of strangers and people who she doesn't like. She can also be increasingly cold towards these people. Winnifred has a wonderful memory, especially for life-altering or emotional events, which she can still say years later from memory. Usually she lives with the past as memory, the present as impulse, and the future as imagination. She is also a cunning and intelligent creature. She is a wonderful manipulator, and likes getting what she wants. With her innocent looks and mostly innocent persona, she patiently waits for her prey to fall into her trap. Hence, she often gains their success through manipulation, and most of the time it goes undetected. She's good with romance and is a loyal, caring partner. If one does break her heart in the form of, let's say, cheating, she will not accept apologies or regain trust in that person. Mostly, she'll cut off contact with them entirely, forming an inner, unspoken war. Winny has many faults. She's untidy, sulky, devious, moody, inclined to self-pity because of an inferiority complex, brood on insults (very often imagined), yet is easily flattered. She can be tactless and difficult, yet, because she is normally ambitious, she will float through life with different opinions, outlooks and fashions. As a result, she often changes her opinion and tastes. She's an ardent supporter of causes, but she's prone to corruption and makes a good trickster. Winny is, mostly, a kaleidoscope of emotions that can break down easily without the proper care. She's prone to fighting someone when she believes she's right (which she usually is, most of the time), and will do this until the other admits they're wrong. She's more likely to stick to the background and away from all the trouble, and this is, probably, the only personality trait she wants others to see. So, yes, Winny is strange, but she's a good friend and likes to be needed, and she's definitely interesting company.
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History?: "Do you really want to know? Alright. I was born Lockerbie, Scotland, with two parents who had a rocky relationship. We moved to Wales once I was a couple of months old. As I grew up, I was a brain... a reject, a nerd, a weirdo, a robot, whatever. Words didn't really hurt me, and having no friends didn't, either, because I was an only child. I grew up around boys, all my cousins are boys and my older step-brother is, too. So, my mum and dad got divorced, but dad stayed close. One summer, when I was nine, mum left me at dad's house for what was supposed to be a month, but she never came to pick me up and hasn't stated interest in doing so. I don't know where she is. My dad is back with his first wife, who's taken care of my and my brother very nicely.... But we move around a lot, ever since mum left me with dad, and we don't stay at a place for longer than a month, which is why I'm at a boarding school."
Likes?: -- Most animals -- Most genres of music -- The computer -- Horror -- Video games -- Books -- Drawing -- Writing -- The beach -- Colorful things -- Tumblr -- Smoothies -- Sleeping -- Ao3
Dislikes?: -- Snobby girls -- Discrimination -- Obnoxiously loud people -- Being told what to do -- Salamanders -- Cheesy romance novels/romance in general -- Twitter -- Jump scares -- Butterflies -- Vanilla ice cream -- People with no sense of humor -- People who judge books by their covers -- Suspicious people
Fears?: "I'm afraid of lizards, salamanders, spiders, and butterflies. Heh."
Quirks?: "Are you ready for this? I have a whole list. Okay, I cannot sit still for more than one second, when I talk a lot I usually touch a part of my body, eyes, hair, hands, anything. I look around the room a lot of times, I bite my lips and nails when nervous, I scrunch my nose constantly, sometimes I even bite my hair when reading or drawing. Um, yeah."
[color=black][font=times new roman]“Why are you sitting all on your own, my little sparrow?”
Gorlois stepped down the bank, crouching down next to his daughter. Morgana didn’t look up at him from her position on the rock, staring into the small stream of water in front of her. Gorlois sighed and reached across to stroke a tendril of her dark hair out of her face, tucking it behind her small ear.
“What’s wrong?” He asked instead, watching as she drew spiralling patterns in the mud with a stick.
“Nobody will play with me.” She confessed finally, her voice quiet and muffled, keeping her eyes down. He just sighed and stepped in front of her, ready to give her a pep talk about how she should stop scaring all of the other children away by threatening to throw potatoes at them if they didn’t do what she wanted them to (she was so much like her mother that it was uncanny), before he slipped on the mud she was drawing on and fell back into the small stream.
When he looked up, now thoroughly drenched, he saw his daughter’s little face twist from being sombre to being amused. She laughed at him and pointed as he tried to get up out of the water, but to no success. It was just too slippery!
“Right! That’s it! I’m going to get you!” He grinned as her eyes widened, and then she shot up and scarpered away, squealing with laughter. He chased after her once he’d found his feet and caught her easily, soaking her.
“No, daddy! Stop!” She gasped, laughing as he began to tickle her. She trashed about helplessly, unable to control her laughter.
Finally, when Gorlois relented, he looked down at his daughter’s happy face with her wide, shining eyes.
“There’s no need to be sad, my little sparrow,” he declared, giving her a heart-warming smile, “daddy will always be here to cheer you up.”
Electronics?: "My phone, iPod, and laptop." [url=http://image.spreadshirt.com/image-server/v1/products/103886548/views/1,width=280,height=280.png/adventure-time-with-stiles-and-derek-1796.png]{{ click for ipod![/url] {{ click for phone! {{ click for laptop!
Social networking sites?: "My Facebook, which is my name, my Instagram, with the name basils_camera, even though I hate it, I have a Twitter -- actuallynotwinny and my Tumblr, basilcakes."
Other?: "Like I said earlier, I'm scottish! That's important." breadsticks with cheese<3!
"You don't have to feel guilty. It's fine. You were just curious, is all," Zach murmured, walking in silence for a few seconds before Ryan spoke again, and his gaze returned to the other boy. "I don't mind you telling me if you feel guilty, it's better than me finding out by myself."
[justify][align=center][size=8][color=black][ hii xD. late reply, i was at my dad's house. ]
"Wha-" He cut himself off, dropping his head at the second question. "Well, you..." His shoulders slumped, "I... It's... better... for... her. I don't know! They don't tell me why, I'm a low-rate angel, I'm just supposed to do what I'm told, and now you're telling me I can't even do that? All I need is for you to leave her alone, let her go with me when she dies, voila, I never have to do this ever again, and you'll be rid of me!" Faron took a deep breath, releasing it in the form of a sigh. "That's selfish, but a reason, kinda."
Zachary gave Ryan a confused look, unsure why he asked that, but shrugged it off and tried to imagine the scenario. "I guess I would've never found out, in this case, 'cause no one saw you. Unless I figured it out by myself, but I wouldn't have been angry, it's a small thing. If you want an example of a different scenario..." He bit his lip, "... Let's say you texted my sister, or whatever, someting rude, acting like me, and I found out, I'd be really angry. Angry, or sad, or whatever. It wouldn't be a very fun experience."
Zach smiled faintly, and nodded. He knew Ryan wouldn't do something like that, or at the very least, he hoped, as the other didn't seem like the type to do something like that. At the words, his head snapped up, and his eyes locked on a booth with a small line fo about three people, his smile widening. "Yep! Your sense of direction is not as bad as you thought, see?"
[align=center][font=georgia][color=black][here is my knowledge (for future reference or whatever) : one kilometer = 0mi 1,093.6yd, or 3,000ft c:]
I had woken up fairly early and had put on the first thing I grabbed, some skinny jeans, a too-large shirt made for people who are healthy and not... well, me, and a pair of worn-out boots. I sighed, shaking my head and running a hand through my hair. Messy and probably untameable, that was how my hair was, but I ignored it, as there was always something more important. At the moment, though, I was incredibly bored, just walking around with my hands in my pockets, waiting for something... Anything, really.
As soon as I heard Ashe bark at us to get up, I groaned. My back ached and my eyes didn't want to open, as per usual, since sleep was something I treasured and did anytime there was a chance, but I also knew more important things were happening, things that meant the difference between life and death, so I got up, hurting like usual. Today was going to be a long day.
Zach chuckled, quickly following after him and taking his place in line. "Well, for once, your sense of direction did you good. You should thank it, because if it's as bad as you say, this might be one of the few times it's right." He shot a smile at Ryan, slowly moving his gaze to the booth.
"My sense of direction would rather I die from being lost than ever let me go the right way."Zach mumbled. For a while, he simply waited, but it didn't take long until there was just one person between them and a smoothie, which he was greatful for, because that meant they were made somewhat quickly. He shifted slightly, because he didn't like being still for too long, glancing at Ryan and quickly looking away.
Zach fake-glared at Ryan. "Thank you, I can feel your pain," As soon as the other person left, Zach took their place. "What flavor?" The man asked, making Zach bite his lip as he looked at the menu for a few seconds. "... Mango, please." He said, and the man nodded, looking at Ryan. "You?"
The man nodded and turned away, getting to work on their drinks. Zach looked at Ryan, smiling slightly. As he looked at Ryan closely, though, it seemed like he was thinking something. "Are you lost in your thoughts, oh great thermometer?"
"All right." Zach smiled and shook his head but said nothing else. After a minute or two, the man came back, handing them both their smoothies and telling them how much they owed. Zach paid it quickly, mostly out of fear the man might get angry.
