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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 3, 2009 23:17:12 GMT -5
Accepted but can you please put a picture up?
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Ray
New Member
I heart DiNozzo
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Post by Ray on Aug 3, 2009 23:43:24 GMT -5
ok
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 4, 2009 0:10:48 GMT -5
Perfect, thank you! Her picture looks like my friend Joslyn. xD
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Post by Cassie Darko on Aug 4, 2009 18:28:30 GMT -5
NAME;; Dominick Jaden Benchley
AGE;; 16
GENDER;; Male
CLIQUE;; Popular
PERSONALITY;;
HISTORY;; make it detailed
OTHER;; No
APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;; don't slack on this - describe height, weight if you can, eye colour, skin colour, hair colour, any distinguishing marks/tattoos/piercings, how they dress, don't be lazy!
I'll edit this in a minute!!!
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 4, 2009 23:55:10 GMT -5
NAME;; Jason Sam Maraz
AGE;; 19
GENDER;; Male
CLIQUE;; Jock/Popular
PERSONALITY;; Jason is a cocky person, he loves being the center of attention and he thinks he's the best at everything, and he's perfectly aware about how cute he is, it often get's him out of trouble since some of the female teachers think he's cute. He's not stupid but he'd much rather have a nerd do his homework- And being a football player he clearly get's the advantages of being a good one, meaning cheerleaders LOVE him.
HISTORY;; Jason moved from New York for a better life, as his mother wanted to get away from his drunk dad, he is the only child and he's a Momma's Boy, he kisses up to the adults and usually blames whatever he's in trouble for on the oppisite person, like a nerd or an emo kid.
OTHER;; None.
APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;; Jason stands at seven feet tall, weighs 165 pounds, has brown eyes and black hair, he has slightly tan skin, but it never truly tans for some reason. He usually wears t-shirts, jeans, and nikes, unless he's in his football uniform.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 0:36:35 GMT -5
Cassie, add more to your profile and I wouldn't mind accepting you.
SEVEN FEET TALL?! *faints* Jason is accepted, though.
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 5, 2009 0:46:31 GMT -5
Yes, he's unnaturally huge. It was a bizzare growth thing when he was younger but when he hit 17 he stopped growing. xD
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 1:00:38 GMT -5
HAH! Bizzare is right. 0.o
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 5, 2009 1:38:14 GMT -5
Yeah. xD
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Post by Abby! (: on Aug 5, 2009 10:38:47 GMT -5
TALL PEOPLE SCARE ME! Speaking that I'm only 4'11 or 5'0...
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 16:41:44 GMT -5
My daddy's 6' 3". The tallest guy I've ever seen was about 7 feet tall. He didn't seem that tall. *shrugs* I guess it's the sound of the height that's intimidating.
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Post by Abby! (: on Aug 5, 2009 16:43:32 GMT -5
My uncle david is 6'3 and my daddy is 6'0 and and and and my uncle bill is 6'4 so yeah...
And stasya! You're 5'7! No wonder he didn't seem that tall! A seven foot person to me would be like... huge!
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 18:04:12 GMT -5
No, I mean, he was really tall but "seven feet" sounds a lot taller than it is. But he might be taller now... I'm scared to find out. xD
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Post by Abby! (: on Aug 5, 2009 18:13:25 GMT -5
Yeah but i'm 5'0... and thats two feet ahead of me... I mean... it would still be creepy to me.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 18:38:50 GMT -5
NAME;; Nathaniel Lucian Thomas
NICKNAMES;; Nat, Nathan, Natty
AGE;; Seventeen
GENDER;; Male
CLIQUE;; Emo
DISTINCTIVE TRAITS;; Nathaniel is quiet as death and painfully shy. He doesn’t talk to strangers and it takes forever to get him to talk openly with someone and consider them a friend. He is very negative and his motto is ‘all good things come to an end.’ Can you blame him for the way he is, though?
FEARS;; Nathaniel has no real fear anymore. He is used to the abuse, the teasing, his sister being gone… What more is there to fear after losing your only loved one, having no friends and everyone teasing you for something they don’t understand, and having your father beat you until you’re unconscious daily?
FIRST IMPRESSION;; Why would anyone want to talk to Nathaniel? People avoid him like the plague all because he always looks like something the vultures dragged in. Everyone thinks he does it all to himself.
HISTORY;; Birth: A woman held a baby boy in her arms, making sure the blanket was wrapped around him and keeping him warm. She looked up at her husband and smiled, the couple couldn't have been happier. "What's his name," a little five year old girl asked, sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed. "Nathaniel. Nathaniel Lucian Thomas," the woman said softly. Suddenly, the woman shifted uncomfortably as pain started to increase every where. She gave her baby boy to the doctors and they took him and Carly out of the room. "Ana, what's wrong," her husband asked, eyes wide with fear. Anamarie groaned and tossed on the bed, doctors and nurses crowding around her. The heart rate monitor pulsed faced and faster until it was letting out one long, shrill beep ; Anamarie was gone. Ryan stood froze in place, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm sorry, she's gone," one of the nurses apologized, her face grim.
Five Years: Nathaniel loved school. He hated the work but he enjoyed being their. Yeah, people teased him and made fun of him but it meant he wasn't at home with his father. The one thing Nathaniel hated most was being at home. When he was at home, it was boot camp. Literally. Since his father is in the military he always filled his two children's spare time with drills and orders; they weren't even allowed to call him dad. They always had to call him Sir or Ryan. If the teachers would've allowed it, Nathan would've lived in his elementary school. "Class, tomorrow is Soldier Appreciation Day. We're going to have a sergeant major Ryan Thomas and a few of his soldiers come in and talk about the war. The will even give us some drills to do on the playground," the teacher announced cheerfully, as she always did. The blood drained from Nathan's face. 'I won't be here,' he thought to himself.
Nine Years: Nathan sat in the corner behind the couch, it was a tight squeeze but he managed just fine. There were bruises and red marks on his face and arms; they stung. "Boy, come out of there or you're going to get more," his father threatened. Nathan squished himself lower to the floor and into a smaller ball. He knew that, even if he came out, he would get more. He looked at his bruised arms and his teeth chattered in fear. 'Someone help me,' Nathan screamed in his mind, too afraid to actually say anything. He looked up and gasped sharply as the huge figure of his father advanced and reached behind the couch. Nathan jumped up and ran for the front of the house. "What'd I do," he screamed, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. His father didn't answer, all Nathan heard was the combat boots thudding on the wood floor. Nathan panicked, his breath coming in fast pumps and his heart going a million miles a minute. He turned and felt around the wall for the door knob, whining childishly when he thought it had disappeared completely. Finally, to Nathan's relief, he found the door knob and jerked the door open, running out and down the street until he could run no more.
Fourteen Years: "Natty, hold still," Carly ordered, holding her brother's face in her hands and examining his eye. "Just let me go and give me back the ice pack," Nathan muttered, reaching for the plastic bag of ice on the bathroom counter. "How did he do this," Carly asked, ignoring her brother's request. Nathaniel froze for a minute, remembering what had happened almost half an hour ago. "Uhm, rather not say." Carly sighed and gave the ice pack back to Nathaniel. "We need to get you to the hospital so they can check you out. I'm not a doctor but I think it looks pretty bad," she said, taking her keys from her pocket. "I'm not going out there if he is still there," Nathaniel insisted, frantically taking two steps away from the door. After a few minutes, Nathaniel was sitting in the passenger seat of his sister's used car with an ice pack to his left eye as they drove to the hospital. "How come he's never like this with you," he grumbled, looking out the window. "I get where he's coming from with this so you have to see it from his side, Natty. When mom gave birth to you, only moments after, she died. Giving birth to you killed her and that's how Ryan sees it." Carly looked at her brother sympathetically. "Yeah, I guess. But that doesn't give him the right to treat me like trash, I'm still his kid!" Carly exhaled through her nose, "He sees you as… the demon child. You know all those religious things people have? Like, the evil child or whatever. That's how he sees it." Nathan grunted in distaste. "So, now I'm the demon child. Great," he growled through clenched teeth.
Fifteen Years: Nathaniel sat on the high school campus during his lunch break and examined his arms where his short sleeve shirt didn't cover. There were bruises and scars since his father had become more abusive of him over the years. Nathan had just learned to cope with it and creep around the house like an abused animal, which he was. Most of the kids in his school thought the bruises and scars were self inflicted and avoided him like the plague. 'Typical high scholars, ready to judge by first sight,' was what Nathaniel always said. So what if they didn't want to get to know him and understand? So what if Nathaniel no longer had anyone he could trust since Carly went off to college? Nathaniel didn't need anyone, just himself. That was his biggest lie, his biggest pretend. Nathaniel longed for someone he could trust that would help him through his father's attacks without judging him. But people like that just don't exist; everyone judges and Nathaniel knew he was alone. He looked up at the kids around him and shrugged at each of the dirty looks they gave him.
Seventeen Years: "No, please, no, Nikki." Nathaniel shook his head and looked and the lifeless form of his friend laying on the cement parking lot of the 7-11. Her siblings crowded around her, each one unable to comprehend what had happened and not willing to believe it. "What happened," Nathaniel asked no one in particular. "There was a robbery and she got in the way. The robber took out his gun and shot her when she refused to move," a police officer explained, writing something on a notepad. 'Of course, I should've seen this coming,' Nathaniel scolded himself. 'People like me just aren't allowed to have anything nice. I should know this by now!' He sat on the curb when everything seemed to spin; could he actually have lost the first person he actually ever cared for as more than a friend. Michael, Nikki's twin, looked up at Nathaniel and made a face, "Nat, stop it." Nathaniel's forehead creased in confusion, "Stop what?" Michael rolled his eyes, "I know what you're thinking. We've known you long enough to know what you think." Michael made a face when he thought of what he had said. "Well, it’s the truth. People like me aren't allowed to have anything nice. Just look at my past," Nathaniel sighed. "People like you need something nice," Michael argued. "Then why am I the anti-Midas?! Tell me that," Nathaniel demanded. "Your attitude attracts bad things. Try being positive," Michael said. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and slouched, putting his elbows in his knees.
OTHER;; Nathaniel is always drawing or taking pictures, He likes photography.
APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;; Nathaniel stands at five feet,six inches and weighs 112 pounds. He has a snake bite in his bottom lip and a tattoo of a tribal, black sun on the back of his neck. His left eye is almost completely blind from an 'accident' with his father, the only way he can see through it is with his contact lens. His eyes are dark blue. He has slightly wavy, black hair that covers his ears and hangs in his eyes. Nathaniel tends to wear a lot of long sleeve shirts (or a short sleeve and a hoodie) and jeans to cover up the scars from the physical abuse he receives from his father.
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