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Posts by Smartii
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[size=7pt]yes, males where is you??[/size]
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[size=7pt]man, i guess sheer beauty can kill.. o:
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[size=7pt]em, just a tad, but go ahead anyway! haha[/size]
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[size=7pt]so four more male spots left?[/size]
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[size=7pt]moon zombie? it finally makes sense!
antistahppleasemister, i'm a guy?..
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[size=7pt]track![/size]
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[size=7pt]ah that secret message is uber cute haha
five exams left, then three months off.. wooooo!hello errbody![/size]
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The InsomniacName
Mark RobsonSexuality
PansexualAppearance
There's a certain air around looming sky-scrapers, one demanding to be noticed. An air, similar to that around Mark. Towering heights, a stocky build, it all just.. strikes immediate intimidation really.
His impressive standing isn't one he loathes, however, as it suits him in every way. Doubled with his firm build, he almost seems sculpted of 'hammered gold and gold enameling', something to be found on a pedestal in the center of the Great Hall atop Mt Olympus.Shoulders, broadened over the years, arms and legs toned lean, and a torso of rocked muscles, it's as if the guy resides only in the gym. It all contributes to the aforementioned intimidating air.
Captivating azure-blue, though at times borderline greyish, eyes are indeed that, captivating. Beginning a deep, stormy grey around his pupils, and also at the outer rims of his irises, the shade and colour change drastically travelling inward, reaching a shade of light blue, that though unexpected, all the complimentary. Very faint purple flecks slightly brighten the constantly thoughtful grey shade of his eyes, but are only seen in certain lights.
It's just as well that his short, close-cut locks don a dark brown shade, almost darkening his entire appearance. Dark, bistre-brown hair, naturally curly if grown out, decorates Mark's crown, in its rugged glory.A hard-chiseled jaw and cheekbones, rather angular features, complete his dark and mysterious appearance. Summing him up perfectly.
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[size=7pt]i is still interested!
exams are over in a week, so i'll make my form then c:[/size] -
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[size=7pt]there wouldn't happen to be any room for two more characters, would there? c:[/size]
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[size=7pt]no i didn't, that'd be cool! x3[/size]
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[size=7pt]will have my forms done for tomorrow! c:[/size]
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[size=7pt]gah, missed so much!
last exam tomorrow, i'll try to get forms finished then!
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[size=7pt]wip forms[/size]

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[color=black][size=7pt]Name
Christopher Levi HaleNickname
ChrisGender
MaleAge
SeventeenSports
Track and soccerCliques
LonerDorm
ThreeHeight
Chris stands at an impressive six foot three inches.Weight
One hundred and sixty-seven pounds
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[color=black][size=7pt]Appearance
There's a certain air around looming sky-scrapers, one demanding to be noticed. An air, similar to that around Chris. Towering heights, a stocky build, it all just.. strikes immediate intimidation really.
His impressive standing isn't one he loathes, however, as it suits him in every way. Doubled with his firm build, he almost seems sculpted of 'hammered gold and gold enameling', something to found on a pedestal in the center of the Great Hall atop Mt Olympus. Almost.Shoulders, broadened over the years, arms and legs toned lean, and a torso of rocked muscles, it's as if the guy resides only in the gym. It all contributes to the aforementioned intimidating air.
Captivating azure-blue, though at times borderline greyish, eyes are indeed that, captivating. Beginning a deep, stormy grey around his pupils, and also at the outer rims of his irises, the shade and colour change drastically travelling inward, reaching a shade of light blue, that though unexpected, all the complimentary. Very faint purple flecks slightly brighten the constantly thoughtful grey shade of his eyes, but are only seen in certain lights.
It's just as well that his locks don a darker, brown shade, almost completely darkening his appearance. Dark, bistre-brown hair, with natural, very indistinct lighter highlights, decorates Jason's crown, usually in its moppy and messy glory. As his presence demands to be noticed, his hair demands to be ruffled.A hard-chiseled jaw and cheekbones, rather angular features, complete his dark and mysterious appearance. Summing him up perfectly.
History
Not the brightest, chalk-full of fond memories like most others. More a nightmare, really. Mother died when he was very young, and he grew up, an only child, with a very distant Father. He became accustomed to spending all of his time in his own company and eventually, he grew to like it that way.Family
Johnathan Hale; Father; Fifty-one; Cardiovascular surgeon.
Emily Hale; Mother; DeceasedPersonality
It becomes clear, almost instantly after initially meeting Chris, that he is very much an introverted individual. He tends to keep to himself, and is often pegged as the mysterious type in cases where his persona is still undiscovered. The boy is of the sort, that catches ones eye not because he is all over the place, but purely the opposite, his near ominous and mysterious yet impressive and alluring air, being rather difficult to miss.Chris, previous to meeting a person, already has in mind the kind of impression he intends to give off. Call it being artificial if you will, but being the insecure individual that he is, he fails to accept himself and doubts others would either, so constructs up a more likable character. Or at least, one he thinks is more likable than himself, someone you'd always want to be around. This façade isn't all made up, however, really, it's just a magnified version of one of his many sides. He puts on show this side, and this side only, leaving out the sections that might seem more negative and not as enjoyable to be in the presence of. It's no wonder he's on top of his acting game.
The guy can be incredibly sensitive at times, something that's just bound to come from the previously mentioned lack of self-worth. He's unable to keep harsh words from affecting his mood or sometimes incapable of holding back years-worth of suppressed emotions. At such times, he prefers quietness and to be left on his own to gather up his strength and rebuild the destroyed shield, not too surprising. He's the kind to shed tears during a sad movie, though he tries to evade eyes around him when it happens.
Chris' immense lacking confidence has left him in a state of great disbelief in most of his talents. Stemming from his self-preserving techniques, he now subconsciously allows his hopes and expectations to plummet, keeping them where they'd be safe, near rock bottom; where it can't possibly get any worse. He, himself, hates nothing more than being disappointed and would rather not try something at all, than watch his attempts fall short and disappoint those around him, and himself. He goes by the self-created motto, 'you can't fail if you don't try', when it comes to all but his acting.
Being such an introvert, Chris finds that his list of ways to vent, to let go of everything bogging him down and let loose, is rather short. And in the list, writing is the only one deems himself capable of, so he directs all of his effort towards that.It's unbelievably difficult to get to know this guys, and even more difficult to get him to show any affection, whatsoever, toward you. Though if that's accomplished, he's just the person you need, with his ridiculously contagious laughter and his adorable smile he's so insecure about. The boy is constantly trying to cheer others up, as he finds it easier than trying to cheer himself up. Once comfortable around someone, he chuckles at the smallest of things, either with the intention of boosting a friend's spirits or to distract himself from his true feelings. He harbors a need to live vicariously through the people around him, and won't stop at anything before he has satisfied everyone.
Despite all the faults and flaws, the weaknesses evident when his layers are stripped back, Chris is truly a caring soul. He is a loving soul in an ever-hardened shell, a protective façade shielding him from the dangers and disappointments of the outside world. The boy is extremely loving, though this is obvious only to the ones he hold dear to his heart.
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Writing
Drawing
Chocolate
Architecture
The Renaissance
Reading
Music
Piano
FireworksDislikes
Injustice
Disappointment
Closed-mindedness
Broccoli
Dub-step
Darkness
Swimming
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Open-mindedness
Humor
Enjoys reading
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Conceited
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Closed-minded
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SmarticusPreferred Nickname
SmartiActivity
5-8Muse
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Sara Peruse KinsellaNickname
SaraGender
FemaleAge
SeventeenSports
Gymnastics and VolleyballCliques
PopularDorm
OneHeight
Measures at five foot and seven inches.Weight
One hundred and twenty-three pounds
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Sara has the striking yet gentle appearance of a fallen angel.
Her skin is near-flawless so she opts not to wear make up often, leaving natural beauty to take control. A splash of light freckles decorate the skin just under her eyes, which is highlighted with ever-constant pink blush glowing in her cheeks, and across the bridge of her nose. Full, pouted lips and rounded facial features complete the warm and soft yet strong appearance.Sara's hair sports a natural blonde shade, darkened with light brown in some areas. Though this added brown was thanks to a few chemicals in a hair-dye bottle, it looks as if it were always there. The soft locks cascade down to the small of her back, though she is almost always seen with it in a messy ponytail, or up in a messy bun.
The shade of her eyes is rather difficult to place as it hinders between blue and grey, depending on how the light shines through the irises. They are usually brought out more when surrounded by mascara, though it is rare that you will ever see her with this applied.Sara stands at an average height of 5"7 and has always been rather content with this, as she's not embarrassingly short or freakishly tall. As aforementioned, she has a gentle build, any curves, being soft and well-rounded. A sporty childhood contributed to very lean limbs, toned though not incredibly muscled, and from the torso an up, she's actually quite petite, but her long legs give to her average height.
As a combination of all this, Sara has attracted the eyes of many though looks are the last thing on here list of priorities.
History
Typical southern childhood, with acres upon acres of fields surrounding her family's ranch, and her abundance of imagination to fill them. Three older brothers, so she certainly can fend for herself, who influenced and initiated her sporty youth. Parents separated, traumatic, but they're on good terms.Family
Henry Kinsella; Father; Forty-nine; Businessman
Jennifer Kinsella; Mother; Forty-five; Stay at home Mom
Jacob Kinsella; Oldest Brother; Twenty-six; Businessman
Mark Kinsella; Older Brother; Twenty-three; Engineer
Jeff Kinsella; Older Brother; Twenty; Med StudentPersonality
Sara's independence in one of the first, if not the initial aspect of her enthralling persona that one notices. She is a free spirit, unable to be dissuaded into taking part in something she holds no desire for. Even when in times of true and desperate need, it is somewhat of a challenge for her to ask for the aid of someone who knows her, fearing it would prove nothing other than a highlight of her weaknesses. Her fiery personality is extremely alluring, as it isn't uncommon that guys enjoy being in the company of a girl who can fend for herself, hold her own against all odds, and that is exactly the kind of girl Sara is. Her sheer strength is unquestionable, the doubting of it sure to come off as an offence in her head, and it is known that she does not cope well with offences, often lashing out at such times. Her inability to forgive and forget, making for an even more vicious lashing, which can be quite surprising seeing as she appears nothing near vicious, but rather, the sheer opposite.
As aforementioned, Sara is an exuberant and easy-going entity, constantly in search of thrill-inducing encounters. She is an adrenaline junky of sorts, usually going for something with her soul intent being to gain some kind of rush of excitement, which can prove a negative feature as it could lead to a dependency on alcohol and the like. She enjoys nothing more than being in control, feeling as if she harbors the strength of ten men though she is well aware of the reality, the hurtful reality that not being in control makes her feel weak.The girl is incredibly fit, having gone through her share or childhood sport and much more. Beginning with gymnastics and ballet, which she continued through adolescence, she also took on board athletics, improving her speed and stamina tenfold by the age of twelve, soccer, basketball and swimming. Reflexes and acuity sharpening drastically as a result, a very welcomed result at that, of her love for sports. She is one to take midnight jogs, hoping to clear her head and refresh herself of the disappointing and depressing thoughts. The urge to acquire peaked fitness originated firstly in the absence of a sister, younger or older. Being in between sons forced her into enjoyment of physical activities, and she would often prefer playing, roughly might I add, outside with her brothers and father rather than partaking more, in the stereotypical feminine endeavors alongside her mother, which her mother didn't care too much for.
A feature also expected of Sara is her unwavering determination. She will stop at nothing, not to get what she wants, though that isn't completely out of the question, but for justice, until she deems a situation fair. She is not afraid to get involved with higher authorities, indignation coursing through her, if it means equality and all that is right be installed into whatever unfair circumstance she experiences. She is not one to be oppressed and remain silent just for the pleasing of someone else, despite what the consequences are. She is bold, no doubt, and she likes to leave her mark wherever she goes, likes to know that when she is gone, for whatever reason it may be, that she'll be remembered. she is passionate.
It is crystal clear that Sara is a caring, magnanimous and endearing soul, wishing but the very best for the people she loves. She is just very, set in her ways and dislikes when these ways are obstructed.
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Swimming
Fresh air
Ballet
Running
Jelly snakes
Ice cream
Warm weather
Music
GuitarDislikes
Prejudice
Confined spaces
Failing
Rules
Responsibilities
Vegetables
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HeteroTurn On's
Nice smile
Charm
Sensitive
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Self-obsession
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[font=georgia][color=#474747][size=7pt]ClothesA change in scenery will be good..
Chris jolted awake, violently, but the duvet of his new double bed was weighted enough to keep him from a full spasm. His Father's voice, telling him that a move to Florida would do him some good, was slowly dissipating, being replace by the sharp beeping of his alarm clock. Reaching his right hand over to the bed-side table with intentions of murdering the alarm, he used his left to rub the grogginess of sleep from his eyes. A deep breath escaped his open lips as he scanned the near-bare dorm room; this will take some getting used to.
A few months previous, Chris' Dad brought him into their way-too-big a living room, sat him down, and told him he'd be sending his son to a boarding school, across the freaking country. Ever since his Mother left, his Father had never been the same, and of that, they were both aware. He grew distant, mind-numbingly quiet, and piling that on top of his Dad being a Cardiovascular surgeon, they barely ever saw each other. His Father, however, noticed the impact on his son, and decided to send his son to a good boarding school, where he'd hopefully be able to make friends, and start over. What his Dad didn't know, however, was that running away wouldn't solve their problems.
Florida was okay, so far. Much more lively than small hometown in Arizona that's for sure. But Chris had yet to see the 'good' his Father said would come after moving. It was first day attending classes, and he'd already slept in. He'd never done incredibly well in School, but he didn't want to get off at a bad start.
Slipping out from under the duvet, and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, Chris readied himself for what the day had in store. He was thankful for the idea of showering the night before, because now, it just wasn't an option, as he crossed the dorm room, bare-chested and dressed only in boxers, to his wardrobe.In minutes, fully-clothed and freshened-up, Chris slung his empty bag over his right shoulder and was off to Maths, with a quick pit-stop at his locker to get his stuff. He'd been present for orientation the day before and knew where most classes were by now, so the trip to his classroom was short. Sighing silently, he turned the handle and was met by an annoyed expression plastered across the face of whom he assumed was the Maths teacher.
"Just take a seat..", she spoke, sounding almost defeated, to which Chris replied with an amused and silent scoff, as he made his way to an empty desk in the fifth row.

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Sara's thoughts were a constant flow, as she ducked under branches and side-stepped obstacles on the forest floor. Morning jogs were a necessity in her life, especially on the first at a new school. She needed the fresh air, and the exercise to calm the nerves. Not that she had any. Or any that she'd admit to having, that is.Being the last of four children, she had grown up doing what her older siblings did, and because each was the stereotypical, energetic, sporty kind of boy, she followed in their sporty footsteps. Though it didn't stop her from activities like ballet, more so encouraged a very active lifestyle, for which she was very grateful. With no sister, and a Mother who didn't exactly approve of Sara's "boyish behavior", exercising really was her only form of stress-release, and she'd almost cried out with joy when she was told that, on the school grounds, was a large forest the students were able to explore.
Music streamed from her ear-buds and with her playlist coming to an end, Sara realised she'd been jogging for an hour already. She cut sharply to the right, toward the faint image of the school, her eyes wandering to her wrist to read the time on her watch. She swore inwardly to herself, realising it was very likely she'd be late for her first class.
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"Crap crap crap.."
Sara sped out of the bathroom of her new dorm, steam from the shower curling like snakes around the open door. Has to be the fastest shower ever, she thought to herself as she threw on a light yellow blouse and jeans, and desperately tried to jump-start the drying of her hair, but soon realising it was worthless. Deciding she didn't care if the other students noticed her dripping hair, she grabbed her bag, pre-packed with books for the first few classes, and made her down to her first class, Maths.
Catching glimpse of a tall boy in a blue tee and shorts entering the classroom, she darted in his direction, catching the door before he had the chance to close it. Fortunately the teacher didn't seem to care all that much as the two walked in, and Sara decided against questioning it, as she took a seat in the second row. -
[size=7pt]oh wow, is everything reserved??
can i still try out for the wolf?
starting on my form now![/size]