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  • face claim help ! character names ! character fancies !

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    forever, i would suggest for teen dark haired, ian nelson or gregg slukin and for a twenty+ year old dark haired male i would suggest tyler hoechlin or adam levine. as for the blonde girl i would have to suggest taylor momsen or ana mulvoy for a teen and for twenty+ year old amelia lily [though i think she has pink hair now] or candice accola.
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  • ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ [ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ] [ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ] ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ʙᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ


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    male | single | persona[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]
    i walk backwards a bit, trying to keep the sight of ana's slender frame in my right as long as i could but this was a poor decision. you see, i'm clumsy to begin with, with awkwardly long limbs i just don't know what to do with everything, and walking in a manor in which i can't see where my feet land will undoubtedly end badly. i clumsily trip over a log, landing hard on my back. my hand goes to my pounding head as i stand back up, cursing repeatedly under my breath as i continue facing forward along to my house.
    once i arrive i give a slight wave to my mom and one of her friends who is sitting on the couch with her. she asks me about the comic shop and i reply shortly and sweetly with a simple 'oh we had a few debates. no new comics'. my mom is one of those moms who is really chill. she's more like an older sister than a mom. she pretty much lets me do what ever i want. sometimes, if we're both having crappy weeks, she lets ana and i stay home, calling us both in sick. we'll just watch movies and read comics and play video games until ana has to go home. those are my favorite days.
    i walk into my room, down the hall from the living room and change into my boxers which is and has always been what i sleep in and pull the white comforter up and over my shoulders, and as soon as i close my eyes, my tired mind falls into a dreamless sleep.


    ► time skip ◄


    i tap the screen of my phone, turning my blaring alarm off. i groan and place the heels of my hands over my eyes and gently rub the sleep out of the optics. i swing my legs over the side of my bed and pushed myself into the standing position. i grab a pair of jeans, a grey t shirt with the yellow word 'nirvana' on the top and a smiley face with xed out eyes and black socks with little batman symbols dotting them and run my hands through my hair. i never really styled it or even brushed it. once i've thrown on the clothing on, i pull on my black converse followed closely by my black hoodie. i get up about an hour before my mom, so i won't see her. i never see her in the mornings. on my way out the front door, i grab my backpack and sling it over one shoulder.
    i walk down to the corner and as i wait for ana, i plug in my head phones and play i wanna be yours by the arctic monkeys. as the song goes on, i begin to nod my head to the steady beat until i finally spot ana.
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  • ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ [ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ] [ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ] ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ʙᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; font-family: miriam fixed; color: white; text-align: justify;]"jesus. christ." i say, bending over and placing my hands on my knees, in an attempt to catch by breath. how the hell did she run so fast? "god, just don't let coach see you beating me like that, okay?" i say, referring to my track coach. i'm a sprinter on the school track team and my coach is hard enough on me as it is. i stand up straight again, and let char taker her hand in mine. it sends a shock wave through my body as soon as my palm makes contact with her's. because we're always together and very affectionate with each other, we get asked the question 'are you guys dating?' quite a bit. and i'm just waiting for the day when i can say yes. it's my dream.
    to be honest, char is pretty much my soul mate. only, she doesn't know it. she's everything i've wanted forever. she's geeky, adorable, smart, funny. the only problem is she's way out of my league. that's not even true, it's like i'm running track and she's a gymnast. not even playing the same sport. it's just a silly fantasy i've got in my head, that i know isn't going to happen. our other best friend, scott, is always telling me just to tell her, but i value her friendship too much. if she doesn't feel the same way about me, which i doubt she does, it'll ruin our friendship.
    we slyly slip into our english class room, taking seats next to scott. the current unit we're in, short stories bores me, but one or two months we start a poetry unit and we're even entered into a competition and i love poetry so i'm looking forward to that.

  • ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ [ᴘᴀғᴘ] ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs


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    [hr][sup][color=#FFFFFF]i gasp at the beautiful sight of taemin's i think his name was metal arms. i was impressed by the work the man had done. and making a prosthetic limb in which the wearer had full control over was hard to do. this guy must be brilliant. i was slightly surprised at how calm i was. i am usually protective of myself and a bit easily agitated, but i seemed to be at ease. but i doubt that i'll give either of them very much personal information. as soon as they're done with they're work, i'm leaving. i debate asking if they could weaponize the prosthetic, but decide in the end that i'll ask when they're actually making it. having a blade or really any other weapon attached to my arm would be a huge advantage in any battle. maybe even an interchangeable weapon...
    "[color=black]who are you?    " i dead pan at the man.




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  • ιf уσυ'яє тнє вιя∂ [α∂ναиςє∂ ] тнєи ι'м тнє ωσям

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    [size=12]if you're the bird when ever we pretend it's summer then i'm the worm i know the part, it's such a bummer


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: silver;][justify][sub]a young group of teens, well award winning writers in various fields, are sent to paris, france to read their significant pieces to an audience of nearly six hundred world redound writers. but all being part of the same program, the director thought it was a good idea to rent out a giant mansion for them to stay in for the summer that they're here. and being teenagers, various dramas and love triangles are bound to spark. so let's have some fun! come away to paris.
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    [ rules ]
    - requirements.
    -- one paragraph is required per post.
    -- a fancypost with name, gender, age, a photo, and any extra information is required per post.
    -- ages fifteen to seveteen
    -- two characters of opposite genders is required.
    -- low muse is not an excuse. always offer one paragraph.
    -- you won't argue with me
    -- don't discriminate against anyone
    -- drama and intoxication in encouraged
    -- no perfect characters


    - optional.
    -- a face claim would be preferred.
    -- all sexual orientations are allowed.
    -- do not throw your character a pity party. this is for fun, not sob stories.
    -- have fun, of course!
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    [ current characters ]
    - hunter lowe ` faceclaim: chanel iman ` crushing on: none ` played by: stiles
    -- fifteen ` female ` poet
    - icarus lowe ` faceclaim: jacob artist ` crushing on: none ` played by: stiles
    -- seventeen ` male ` short story writer
    [unlimited spots]
    [ relationships ]
    - siblings: hunter ` icarus `



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]a poet named[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]hunter


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    [justify][sup][font=arial]i groan as my mother once again, worriedly checks that everything's in order and we have our passports. she's constantly worried about us, and it makes it worse that we're going over seas to a country none of us had ever been to for an entire summer with out her. of course, i was giddy, knots forming in my stomach and twisting over and over again. leaving my home town of brooklyn, new york and going all the way over to paris is terrifying and exciting at the same time. our transportation method of choice is a very large plane, via the jfk international airport.
    "moooooooooom, we'll be fine!" i say, giving her one last kiss on the cheek. she finally agrees to leave us, once she gives icarus another hug. she waves good bye until we walk inside the cool airport, wheeling our suit cases behind us. we're not bringing bags too big, so we're not checking anything. once we've got our pass ports and boarding passes sorted out, we walk to our gate, both sitting in silence. i immediately pull out my worn leather journal and jot down what i'm wearing. it's away i move past writer's block. something that gets creative juices flowing, you know?
    black combat boots
    grey socks
    light grey jeans
    leather belt
    blood orange tank top
    brown red cropped leather jacket
    tribal print necklace
    leather rope necklace
    thick rimmed brown and black tortoise shell patterned glasses
    as you can probably notice, the list gets more detailed as i continue writing. it's what often happens. i'll write four or five poems. and i'll hate every one of them but the last. the flight calls our boarding section onto the plane so my brother and i stand and follow the crowd on, beating icarus to the window seat. as rain falls against the window, i silently bid a farewell to brooklyn, new york, usa.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center]an author named[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: center]icarus


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    [justify][sup][color=silver][font=arial]-- situation explained in hunter[/fancypost]


  • ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ [ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ] [ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ] ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ʙᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; font-family: miriam fixed; color: white; text-align: justify;]"i don't criticize your crappy poems, i just attempt to make your crappy poems better." i say, smiling at char. just then, our teacher, mr. quigly, spins around looking directly at us.
    "mr. thompson, ms. rosewood, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" he asks, sharply. i shake my head no, and recede back into my chair. but i'm saved by the bell, and dash out of the classroom.
    [align=center]timeskip to lunch


    char and i have differing fourth periods, so i sit here in the lunch room, waiting for her. scott arrives before her and comes and sits next to me.
    "hey, have you seen char?" i ask, not taking my eyes off the lunch room door.
    "dude, when are you going to tell her? you've been practically obsessed with her since seventh grade. "
    'let's try never." i reply as i spot char.

  • ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ [ᴘᴀғᴘ] ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs


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    [hr][sup][color=#FFFFFF]as soon as the words 'exo gang' are uttered, my stomach drops and begins to churn every which way. exo gang is one of my own gang, xeno gang's rivals. my eyes shoot with adrenaline. but, if they're helping a girl from another gang, they must be rebellious of a sort. i knew that exo was not a gang to be messed with, but they must know that xeno is rising to the top, and fast.
    "[color=black]my name is hiro, of the xeno gang.    " i say, slowly and confidently. i decide against telling them my last name. i'm not used to interacting in a positive way with people from exo. in fact, i'm not used to even talking to them. usually it's just gun fire and shiny knives.
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  • SURFING. [ open // advanced ]

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    hunter i. lowe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 250px; height: 140px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -15px; text-align: justify;]i had gotten a call from one of my best friends, anastasia, or ana as i called her, that she was going surfing this morning. surfing was one of my favorite pastimes and usually i had to do it alone, so i was ecstatic to join her. i had lived in a beach house with my older brother since our mom died last year. he had already been of age so i was legally transferred into his custody. he was probably already down on the beach, being a life guard he had to get up earlier. i spent about an hour getting ready as got in my turquoise jeep at about nine.
    as soon as i pulled up in the parking lot, i grabbed me board and ran down the beach, my toes digging into the soft sand. i let a breath out, a smile spreading wide across my face as the waves begin to lap at my feet. i run into the water, pushing my board out in front of me and paddling with my arms. i spotted ana and directed my board over to her.
    "[b]hey!    " i say. i wave a bit over at my brother, sitting guard on the beach. [/fancypost]
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    [hr]seventeen | female | swim suit | surf board | outfit


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    #cometscodes [/fancypost]





    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 250px; height: auto; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;][align=right]icarus d. lowe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 250px; height: 140px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -15px; text-align: justify;]the wind blew soft and sweet against my face. i loved mornings on the beaches. being a life guard was the best job i had ever taken. i get payed to spend all my time doing what i love. and this early in the morning when there's barely anyone on the beach, i can usually get away with riding the waves a bit. i climb down the tower, spotting quin and sink down in the sand next to him.
    "[b]morning, quin.    " i say with a smile. i wave out to my younger sister, and get a reassuring wave back. i'm always over protective of my little sister. our dad left when i was ten and she was six, and out mom died last year in a car crash so even since i became her legal guardian, i had been quite protective of her. i pity the guy who falls in love her and has to deal with my *ss. [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 250px; font-size: 7pt;][align=center][hr]twenty-one | male | swim suit | surfboard | life guard


    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:6px;][align=center]© COMET ✯

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  • ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ [ᴘᴀғᴘ] ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs


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    [hr][sup][color=#FFFFFF]anyone who was part of my gang knew that i was the feisty one who didn't take no for an answer and if these two could take this useless thing i call an arm and turn it into a possible weapon, then they were going to. my fingers curl around the edges of the seat they had placed me in.
    "[color=black]listen. you're not going to take me all the way from the accident just to tell me you can't fix me because of the group i was born into. how long will this operation take?    " i finish. though we've got firearms and amazing fighters, xeno has awful technology. i'm not passing this up.
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  • ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ [ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ] [ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ] ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ʙᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width:475px; font-family: Miriam Fixed; color: #b8b8b8; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]miles thompson and (your character's name) have been best friends since the fifth grade, and miles has had a giant crush on her since the seventh. they're both pretty nerdy, and (your character's name) was one of the only people who would actually talk to him during middle school. anyway, they're pretty much insufferable, even four years later. one night, miles and (your character's name) are walking home from a late night comic book store trip and decide to take a short cut through the woods. once miles makes a b-line for his own house, leaving (your character's name) alone. miles trusts her to take care of herself, due to the fact that she could probably beat him up, and is just generally a bad*ss. but when (your character's name) comes to school the next day, claiming to have been bitten by a wolf, at first miles doesn't believe her. there's never any wolves in washington, especially olympia. but after (your character's name) shows enhanced senses, and super strength, speed and agility, miles believes she was bitten by a wolf. and not just any wolf. an in the flesh, looses control on full moons, full fledged werewolf. and the full moon, that night when all werewolves loose control and want to kill everything? yeah. it's in four days. [/fancypost]



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  • ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ [ᴘᴀғᴘ] ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs


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    [hr][sup][color=#FFFFFF]i briefly debate the second option, my eyes flickering between kai, who was leaving the room and taemin. i had been born a part of xeno, my mother being one of the higher ranking members. but ever since she died last year, i didn't have any certain ties to the gang. i had always been an outcast member, having no real friends in xeno either. and joining exo might benefit me in the future. but then again, joining might give them exactly what they want and i'm not exactly sure that i want to give them that. my un-injured arm raises my hand to my pounding head and i gently try massage the head ache away.
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    [hr][sup][color=#FFFFFF]shall i make her join or should i keep her stubborn?
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  • ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ [ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ] [ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ] ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ʙᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ

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