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    Stereo glared down at the reflective white tiles that covered the surface of the obnoxiously large house, no matter how many times her boots would make soft squeaking sounds against floor, she still felt like an intruder every time she entered. She glanced half-heartedly at the three siblings that surrounded a poor, traumatized dog. She sent the dog a look of sympathy before a soft sound channeled through the house as she dumped herself onto one of the leather couches, as much as she hated the house she couldn't help but appreciate the ridiculously comfortable couches.

    Stereo flicked her tongue over the bottom of her front teeth and then pursed her lips slightly.
    "Well, ignoring the fact that I'm renounced for my buoyant moods-" She said as sarcasm began to intermesh with her voice. "I am in absolute bliss."

    Her stomach sunk slightly at Zavid's comment and she cast her gaze to her hands and then to the blue vase that sat on the table. "I'll be fine." She dropped her gaze to her hand again, she moved them so they were clasped together and squeezed so hard you couldn't tell the difference between the scars and her fair skin.

    {Sorry I left yesterday, had to finish an essay.}
    Stereo let her gaze wander across the framed paintings that lined the walls, tuning out the conversation that was going on around her, until it became light whispers that reminded her of waves crashing against the granular white beach sand.


    ღ Stereo ღ Reckless ღ Finx ღ
    [i]"Stereo Reckless Finx, yeah, read that over again and ask yourself the question that I have been asking myself since my escaping the womb day; "What the hell was my mother thinking?"


    Getting to know the basics


    Nickname:
    "Most of my friends call me Finx, I guess, but you can call me Ster or Reo if you prefer."


    Age:
    "I'm Eighteen years young, alas I still have the maturity of a giggly six year old."


    Gender:
    "Well, despite my unnatural addiction to skittles, contrary to popular belief, I am in fact female, not a unicorn. I personally find the latter more to my liking but uh, Reality thou art a heartless b*tch."


    Grade:
    "Grade 12, finally a senior, god, it's daunting."


    Species:"Um... What? I mean, I even consider myself a major nerd but you, honey, need to get your head out of the Harry Potter books."
    She thinks she's human, and whilst she has always had this baser awareness of magic in the world, she has no knowledge of supernatural creatures besides for the ones she reads about in books, and what she's even more unaware of is that she is one herself. She's a shape shifter who hasn't had her first change yet.


    [img width=341 height=510]https://24.media.tumblr.com/65…5l9qS5uV1rk0uhxo1_500.jpg[/img]


    A little more personal


    Personality:
    he's not someone you can just glance at but she will make you regret it if you stare. She has learned to be tough after a life on the wrong side of town. She's a bit menacing and is afraid of commitment more than anything but she is a fun person to be around. She's quick and witty and will tell you exactly as it is. She can be sarcastic but she's a good listener. She can close up easily, putting up a hard barrier. The John Green quote is one that describes her quite perfectly; "My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations." She's constantly in a world of her own where her thoughts, ambitions and dreams aren't limited by something as mortal as sanity. She always describes it as it's like she's been split in two, and her other half is a thief of note, and has stolen the words she wants to say, and now their locked in this ever lasting game of touches and she just can't catch her other half who has the right words.


    History:
    Stereo was born in London, England. She was a mishap between a stripper and well, she really doesn't know, not even her rundown mom knows, not that she's known for her vast knowledge anyway. Her mom was then exported, being caught as a drug mule. They found themselves in the bad side of Brooklyn, New York. When Stereo was fourteen she found her mom hanging from the unsturdy wooden pillars in their one room apartment. Guess something about the ambulance lights made her wake up, she realized she didn't want to be like her mother and that she wouldn't be content with a future of just hanging off a pole. After many relentless rejections, she finally got to grasp a position as a part-time journalist at a magazine, God, she had never felt as absolutely jubelent in her life as she did in that instant. Carrying out so many jobs it almost became harmful to her health, and well, her sleeping pattern never quite recovered, but at least she finally scraped up the money to get her into a university.


    Relationship:
    "I hold a very active relationship towards food, but besides for that, no."


    Crush:
    "Um, do fictional characters count?"
    Family:


    Theme Song (optional, but please try and put one here):
    [youtube][/youtube]


    [font=arial]Favourites


    Favorite food/s:
    "French fries... Mmm..."
    Favorite color/s:
    "Blue, pretty much all shades of blue."


    Favorite subject/s:
    "English, definitely, unconditionally English."


    [img width=341 height=510]http://25.media.tumblr.com/a9f…4ce54ujg1rk0uhxo1_500.jpg[/img]

    Stereo swallowed down the words she was about to let through her chapped lips as she felt someones gaze on her. She brought in a sharp breath of crisp air as she noticed the eyes, no, she didn't get a fright from the fact that they were filled with curiosity, she got a fright at the fact that that sort of curiosity was directed towards her. She wasn't used to that, she was used to people already making their minds up on what she was by their first glance, she was the delinquent whose curiosity of the world would result in her having a short drop and a sudden drop from one of the ceiling pillars. once they had decided what she was, they had no desire to invest any curiosity in her. She flicked her index finger against the armrest of the couch, this was a habit she developed to bring her out of her thoughts, due to the fact that she was ADD prone to flying off into her own little world where her desires, ambitions and thoughts weren't limited by something as mortal as sanity, the slight sting that she felt when her fingernail came in contact with the surface would bring her back to earth.

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


    Stereo swung herself out of the drivers seat of her red pick up truck, it was nothing to look at, not at all. The passenger side's mirror had fallen off after one of her and her friends' tee-pee heists and dents practically covering it from hail or the occasional cricket ball that decided it was Jacky Chan. It was probably one of the biggest liabilities to ever grace the road but somehow when ever Stereo saw it her face would break out in a grin. As Stereo's boots hit the cement, a soft sound wafted through the crisp air. She closed the door using her heal before putting the key in the lock and turning. The battery in the remote had met its demise quite a while ago, much to Stereo's frustration. Stereo took one last look at the dust covered truck, giving a nod of approval she bit her bottom lip and began to dash up the schools front steps at such a pace it would have put Forrest Gump to shame. She placed both her hands on the schools front doors and pushed forward. The brunette stepped inside and and let out a quivering breath, she scanned her surroundings as she caught her breath. Lockers lined both of the walls as well as cliche school posters, when she looked down she noticed her mud lined shoes left tarnished footprints on the tiled floor, in conclusion; it looked like something out of your typical American chick-flick, so much so, that she half expected a very aggravated Regina George to traipse out of one of the history classrooms. Stereo soon realized that her practically sprinting into the the building in such a purposeful way, was actually completely purposeless, seeming as she couldn't fathom where she had to go now that she was inside.

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


    Stereo pulled out her schedule and map from her mattered black backpack and pursed her lips slightly as she read over it. Home room. She let a heavy breath of air escape her lips as she began to jog in what she assumed was the right direction. Stereo ran her right hand through her hair as she stood in front of what she thought was her home room and tapped her knuckles three times against the wooden door before reaching for the handle before pushing the door forward.
    Stereo blinked twice as she surveyed the room, I mean, it looked like a completely normal class room, well that was discluding the person standing in the front with wings.... wait, what? Stereo swallowed hard as she continued to stare at the girl, when she had heard someone shout, "I'm Human-Avian!" She had just assumed that it was one of the schools stoners', or at least something along those lines. She tried to remember how to breath, she remembered that she had been told something about oxygen and carbon dioxide in middle school, but right now none of it made sense to her.

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]
    Name:Stereo Reckless Finx, yeah, read that over again and ask yourself the question that I have been asking myself since my escaping the womb day; "What the hell was my mother thinking?"


    Age (Must be 19 or older):"I'm Nineteen years young, alas I still have the maturity of a giggly six year old."


    Personality: She's not someone you can just glance at but she will make you regret it if you stare. She has learned to be tough after a life on the wrong side of town. She's a bit menacing and is afraid of commitment more than anything but she is a fun person to be around. She's quick and witty and will tell you exactly as it is. She can be sarcastic but she's a good listener. She can close up easily, putting up a hard barrier. The John Green quote is one that describes her quite perfectly; "My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations." She's constantly in a world of her own where her thoughts, ambitions and dreams aren't limited by something as mortal as sanity. She always describes it as it's like she's been split in two, and her other half is a thief of note, and has stolen the words she wants to say, and now their locked in this ever lasting game of touches and she just can't catch her other half who has the right words.


    Job: She's a graphic designer


    Other: Who did it? Sorry, refuse to use such bad english ^- ^

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


    OCC- Sorry I haven't been here for well, practically the whole role play, but I'm pretty sure my teachers have developed this game, I'm also sure they got the idea from the devil himself; perhaps he told my Life Orientation teacher in one of their monthly tea dates, anyway, The games called "Lets dump as many projects onto the poor unsuspecting children until there mental health deteriorates to the point of complete mental breakdown." That's my theory anyway. Oh yeah, and I'm going to write in 1st person even though I never do that, perhaps that's a sign that I might be the first of my peers that's mental health degenerates.


    IC:
    I bit my chapped lips and turned completely around as the once empty corridors were now completely abounding in apprehensive students as they headed to what seemed to be the only sane thing in this school; food. I pursed her lips and followed the crowd into the cafetiere, I know I'm not the most punctual person living in this twisted reality, But how on earth did I miss the entire first period? I blew out a heavy breath of air and sat down at one of the round tables and run a hand through my unruly brown hair as I fish out my copy of Whitman poems from my deteriorating backpack. I flicked through the pages until I came to 'Song of Myself' as I looked down at the words, a soft smile spread across my lips.

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


    OCC- We're having a long weekend for Easter, so I got two extra days, Friday and tomorrow. I wish I could share your enthusiasm but I have to do 4 projects this weekend and I'm only like half finished with all of them, I just decided that I need a break before I have have a complete meltdown because of the stress. Every time a teacher dumps another project rubric on your desk you just kind of go, "Sure, I'll fit this project in, in between my geography project and my mental breakdown." I honestly don't get it, my brothers in grade 11, he's matriculating high school next year, while I'm only a grade 8, yes, those freshman that everyone spits down on, but I still get more work than him, somehow I just don't see the logic in this.


    IC-
    I glance around the front of the school and inhale the crisp air, it could have been worse, right? I look around once more and notice a girl with light blonde hair and wings folded neatly behind her back and purse my lips before looking down at her book, I could almost hear Late telling me to go, go and make friends, go, go and get over the past, go. I remember the days when he said these things to me, I remember thinking that if I wished hard enough I could wish him back into reality. Now I realize, this is reality, and in reality, wishes don't come true. I swung around and got up, heading over to the table where the blonde girl was, "Hey," I said, waving my hand slightly and smiling warmly.

    [i][size=18] ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞


    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


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    OCC- Last year I used to get annoyed when I finished my homework at 5pm, now I only get home at 6pm everyday besides for Friday, because of school sports and horse riding.


    IC:
    "Yeah," I laughed, "Completely missed the first period, not that I'm complaining, from the look on everyones faces, it doesn't look to promising. This school is quite daunting." I ran a hand through my hair, "Mind if I sit?"

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]



    I smiled and sat down, crossing my legs on the bench. "I'm stereo, yeah, I know, I honestly don't think my mom was in the sanest state of mind when she named me," I sighed and let a small chuckle excape my lips. "Then again, she never really was." I bit my lip, realizing what I had just said. "Um, what do you have next period?"

    Name:
    "My names Stereo Reckless Finx, I don't think my mom was completely sane when she named me."


    Age:
    "I'm sixteen years young."


    Looks:
    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]


    About:
    She's not someone you can just glance at but she will make you regret it if you stare. She has learned to be tough after a life on the wrong side of town. She's a bit menacing and is afraid of commitment more than anything but she is a fun person to be around. She's quick and witty and will tell you exactly as it is. She can be sarcastic but she's a good listener. She can close up easily, putting up a hard barrier. The John Green quote is one that describes her quite perfectly; "My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations." She's constantly in a world of her own where her thoughts, ambitions and dreams aren't limited by something as mortal as sanity. She always describes it as it's like she's been split in two, and her other half is a thief of note, and has stolen the words she wants to say, and now their locked in this ever lasting game of touches and she just can't catch her other half who has the right words. She can be cunning, watch out for her.


    Grade 9-12:
    "I'm in grade eleven."


    Popular, Nerd, Emo, Geek, Nobody, Party Animal Jock Hipster:
    "I'm a hipster party animal, weird combination, I know."


    Ideas:
    Stereo could get one of the girls boyfriends to cheat on their girlfriends with her, causing a huge fight between the two girls when she eventually finds out, weeks later?

    ❝Stereo Reckless Finx❞

    [img width=340 height=510]http://31.media.tumblr.com/fbc…kavloL51r93ur4o1_1280.jpg[/img]



    "I have art," I bit the inside of my cheek and scanned the outside of the school, for what seemed like the millionth time, noticing a boy with dark hair, I quickly looked away and back at Azura, "Apparently the pizza in the cafeteria resembles a boot that has been savagely torn apart by beavers more than it does edible food, this really is the stereotype American school." I leaned back and laughed, "Well besides for the fact that I saw a girl fly this morning."