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[peachuu]

Zeleke Kirubel Mekonnen

I WANT

N I C K N A M E/s:


Zeks, Zeki, Banana


A G E:


18


G E N D E R:


cis-female, her/she


S/O:


panromantic asexual


B I R T H D A Y:


august 1st, leo


P E R S O N A L I T Y


Zeki is quiet and timid and possesses a tendency to seclude herself from others; she is intelligent, clever, and resourceful. Her shy behavior gives her the unwanted attention of many people, though she prefers to distance herself from uncomfortable situations and does nothing about the unwanted attention. She is very introverted, rarely speaking to anyone for any extended period of time. She is shown to be rather submissive, and prefers to view the world as if it were within a looking glass, with her outside looking in.


Zeki is more afraid herself then of anyone around her. She continuously has battles in her whenever she has been approached by someone; most times it ends up with her running away. Her scars brew a past that she would like to forget, every single detail reminding her that nothing is going to change. However, if you do seem genuine towards her, she speak more than just a peep towards you..

YOU TO

A P P E A R A N C E

H E I G H T:


5'7"


W E I G H T:


123lbs


E Y E S:


chocolate brown (when upset)


hazelnut (when excited or happy)


H A I R:


(tends to change color a lot) mostly kept in curls and is light brown.

COLOR ME

L I K E S


literature


candy


peaceful walks


coffee


color palettes


fluffy things


drawing


D I S L I K E S


mustard


peanuts


big


egos


loud noises


self pity


bacon(whaaa?)


Q U I R K S


she bites her nails after she drinks coffee


she sticks tongue out slightly when she sleeps


when nervous, she starts to twist her index and middle fingers.


Only drinks from plastic or paper cups


dramatically lip syncs songs


F E A R S


Large crowds but hates being alone


Decidophobia (Reasons why she is so indecisive)


Being worthless or unloved


Being without support from someone


Being insignificant


A S P I R A T I O N S


Help someone through a difficult situation in their life


To go back home to Trinidad


Solve the puzzle of her father leaving


To be the most successful person she can be


Get over her fears of being alone

BLUE

B I O G R A P H Y


(warning! appearance/race/sexuality discrimination is stated in the following, and reader's discretion is advised)


Zeki was born in the tropical waters of Trinidad and Tobago, small Caribbean twin islands of the coast Venezuela. Her father had left her when she was a still so young and innocent, her doe like eyes barely full of emotion and discovery yet. She was left to be raised by her mother, which was probably for the better, since he didn't aspire for little Zeki to blossom into the young woman she is now... But that's a different story.


As stated before, Zeki was an only who was raised under the roof of her mother and the rest of her well known family across the island. Because of this one thing, Zeki was never exactly alone. She had uncles, aunts, cousins, multiple friends of different nations.. She felt like she belonged, with her diverse color and heritage. Ah yes, the Caribbean was the one true home of harmony for all races; she was oblivious to the fact that this was not the same everywhere. At one point, she had to leave Trinidad, for her mother wanted better and more advanced things for her, to broaden her narrow minded eyes, and show her how to think on her own. She was brave at that time, and gave not a single care in the world, her curiosity being her only strive to keep going. She entered a new realm, full of strange and even more diverse individuals than she had ever seen. A new adventure awaited her, her foot forward into a new home call The United States.


Now i'm sure you're wondering how she became such a timid little flower. Well, take heed and listen closely, for this is a story about scars. She had many scars and blisters, those wounds seeming to never heal, leaving her in pain as her own body deteriorates. As she grew up, she faced the real world. Bullying, hate crimes, racial and sexuality uprisings..She couldn't take it. She couldn't bear it, and sadly she was victim of all of these combined. Her skin was the problem, her sexuality was the problem, her hair was the problem, her origin was the problem, her accent was the problem; everything about her was a problem. She was pushed in hallways at school, she roughed up and given the silent treatment by those who thought she was too different for this world. She wanted to be welcomed for who she was, and not what she was.


She tried to find peace for herself, books being her escape from her torturous life and into the mystery of wonder. Her voice felt like a trigger; one moment she speaks and shit goes down. That's how she felt. Zeki preferred to see the world through a looking glass with her looking through it from the outside. She kept her mouth shut from that day one, barely making a peep, wondering from the scars that had been burned into its skin if they could ever heal...Or if someone could heal them for her.


C O L O U R


Blue, is the colour loved by all. It represents the sky above, that hugs the earth with its casading rays of colour. Blue, means peace, serenity, ethereal, spiritual, infinity. The origin of these meanings is the intangible aspects of the sky. Zeki is blue, because she wants to find that peace within her and everyone around that surrounds her; like the earth and the sky. She wants to loved by those for who she is, and not what she is. She is blue because books give her that serene image and enviroment for here, hiding her from reality and sucking her into the world of wonder. Because of this, she wear a blue pendant each and everyday. She wants to be coloured blue.


F A T E D


Jeremy J. Kelly


@Kingly


R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Bffs:


Gabriel Ian Nordstom


@VintageBlues


T H E M E


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[Mariam]

Devyn Slater

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Devyn stands at 5'5. She has medium brown skin and has natural black hair that is up to her shoulder length, Or somewhat. She has two tattoos out of all on her body, One of Her brother's name on her left ankle and both her mom and dad on her right ankle. And she has two piercings on both her ears.


h a i r-c o l o u r


Devyn has Natural Black hair.


e y e-c o l o u r


Brown


h e i g h t


5'5


w e i g h t


115lbs


u n i q u e - f e a t u r e s


Devyn has a tattoo on her left ankle with her Brother's name and she has mom and dad written on her right wrist. She has two piercings in both ears and she has a belly button ring.

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[Lacuna]

aurora indigo webster


"we live alone we die alone, everything else is just an illusion"
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name


aurora indigo webster


nickname


rorie


age


twenty-one


orientation


demiromantic heterosexual


gender


female {she/her}


birthday


april 14th


zodiac


aries
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the

persona


ambivert: a person having characteristics of both extrovert and introvert. while rorie can come off shy and closed off, once you get to know her she turns into a blooming garden filled with life. around new people or in uncomfortable environments she is very quite, only speaking when spoken to. but once she is around those close to her, who she feels comfortable around all of this life erupts from her. she is smiley, talkative, free spirited, and goofy. although when she is in these up swings, she can be very self destructive. because she feels so comfortable around her friends she ignores all her actions, she'll drink too much, possibly sleep with someone who she didn't plan on sleeping with. she doesn't think about the consequences of her actions until it is much too late. then when she has to deal with the consequences she clams up and ignores the situation.


despite her inability to deal with handle situations, she is deeply emotional and perhaps this is why she can't handle things. she was raised in a way to believe that showing emotion was a sign of weakness, because of that she rarely ever shows it, but she feels it, and feels it deeply. when things get too much for her to handle she will go out of town for a couple day to a week, or occasionally she will go on a drinking bender. on the bright side though, her emotional side does show in her art, despite it not helping her let off steam.


rorie's past has lead her to become closed off, not letting very many people in to see the dark side of her. but she has become understanding, and caring. she will always be there for someone in there times of need because she understands what it is like, and know how it feels.


likes


painting, art, animals, nature, savoy snacks


dislikes


being bored, chocolate, birds, the cold


aspirations


she aspires of getting somewhere with her art, being well known


fears


never finding her fated


quirks


cracks her knuckles


bites/picks at her lip



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all

hair


ever changing, but currently purple.


once her eyes were opened up to color she chose to dive head first into a world of color.


eyes


blue


height


5'7" {1.6 meters, i think i did that right}


weight


121lbs


unique features


script tattoo & flower tattoo on inner arm
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time

in depth


perfection. that's what aurora's life revolved around for most of her adolescent life. her parents loved her deeply, but were often too focused on keeping their life picture perfect. throughout her life she was always focused on making her parents happy and not herself. she cared far too much about what her parents thought. throughout school she stressed herself on having straight A's and looking for her fated. while on the outside she put on a smile, on the inside she screaming. begging to be set free.


after high school she went on a downward spiral. in college she was free from her parents grasp; free to be herself. only she didn't know who she was. she spent most of her time parting and ignoring her studies. she flunked out after her first year at college and never looked back. she scrapped up whatever money she had and left her town, and her family.


she took up in a shanty apartment and made a living off being a waitress. during the day she threw herself into her art and by night she partied the night way. she was in a continuous cycle, but the cycle worked for her.


when she met her fated her life was completely changed. she was able to see color for the first time. she completely embraced her new life, dying her hair a new color almost every month. her art went from melancholy black and white paintings, to vibrant seas of color. for once her life was perfect, the kind of perfect she wanted.


theme song

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{be prepared to cry ok}


color


green; green can go two ways when thought about. happy, positive, new beginnings. or it could go down the dark road of envy and jealousy.


fated


pm me!


relationships


tba

 

[ItsStacysMom]

Maybe

'Don't have expectations. They only disappoint.'

OVER

Name:


Piper Waring


Nickname:


Pipes


Age:


19 years old


Sexuality:


Demisexual


Gender:


Female; She/Her


Birthday:


November 11; Scorpio


Face Claim


Emma Greenwell

MY

Appearance:


Piper is a slim girl fitting most comfortably under the physical description of ''90's Heroin Chic.' She has pale skin and straight black hair that frames her small face with a full fringe. She has a ring on the right side of her nose, and a cold stare at anyone who doesn't personally know her. Despite her cold appearance, she has a face for talk. She doesn't mind it, she's even gotten a bit used to it... but she'd never act on it.


Hair Color:


Black


Eye Color:


Pale Blue


Build:


Thin -- fits a 'Heroin Chic' Description.


Height:


5'5"


Weight:


120 lbs


Physical Quirks:


Earrings all up her ears

DEAD

Personality:


Everyone has a flaw. Piper's? She's snappy. Very snappy. One wrong move will get you out the door. Two right moves to try to fix that... you'll be on the curb. She's got no room for second chances, and her tolerance for someone rarely stretches for two weeks. On the rare occasion that someone does worm their way into her life, she's sweet, funny, and happy. With her independence and solitude, she's secretly grateful to find a friend and tends to emotionally latch onto people who are close to her. But, like I said: One wrong move, and you're out of her life. For good. She doesn't easily trust people, so getting by her side is one thing. Staying there is another.


Likes:


-Autumn


-Old houses


-Railways/Train Tracks


-Black coffee with sugar


Dislikes:


-Chick Flicks


-Cocky people


-Screaming


Aspirations:


Piper's only 'goal' growing up was to avoid getting thrown into juvie. But now that she's an adult, she works to keep her job at the indie coffee shop that she works at, trying to get enough money to be happy and stable. Maybe, just maybe, she could be a photographer one day.


Fears:


-Small spaces


-Black cars with tinted windows


-Betrayal


Habits:


-Runs her tongue over her teeth when she's thinking


-Photography


-Taps her feet when she's nervous or feels a shift in the air


-Painting her nails... and repainting them... and repainting them...

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'Send a dozen

Dead Roses.'

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Name:


Nathaniel Bower


Nickname:


Nate, Nathan, Bower


Age:


20 years old


Sexuality:


Bisexual


Gender:


Male; He/him


Birthday:


May 12; Taurus


Face Claim


Ryan Taylor

A Month

Appearance:


Nathaniel is an average size for a guy his age -- well fit, well fed, well-dressed. His hair is naturally wavy and all over the place when it isn't combed and gelled down. He's always prepared for any outing, clever clothing matching his wit. Undressed, Nate's build is slender and toned, a moderately athletic body that tells of years of after-school sports in high school. His face and chest are covered in freckles, skin that is by no means 'flawless' to him.


Hair Color:


Dirty Blond


Eye Color:


Deep blue


Build:


Athletic


Height:


5'11"


Weight:


157 lbs


Physical Quirks:


A scar from the outer corner of his eye down his cheek from a shard of glass.

A Minute

Personality:


Nathaniel's been called many things in his adolescence: Stuck-up. Cold. Odd. But for as long as he can remember, he's always been known as impossible. No one has ever really been able to read Nate; not even his own mother. His expression only changes ever-so-slightly, so you can never tell if it's a smile of love or pity, or a scowl of mood or atmosphere. Once he was breaking up with a girl -- she thought that he was proposing. He's been trained to keep a more or less stoic expression while simultaneously appearing warm and welcoming. Anyone who talks to him will sayt hat he is trustworthy and caring, even though they can't explain why. But it's true. While his air of mystery never lifts, Nathaniel is always thinking about the people around himself, observing, deducing, analyzing. Despite the inability to read him, he is adept at reading you.


Only a few close relationships with anyone have ever been formed when it comes to Nathaniel. And none of those relationships have lasted more than a few years -- including his own family. Nathaniel is convinced that bad luck is in his shoes. Every step he takes, he seems to find another fault. Step one: broken family. Step two, three, four: a cheater girlfriend, a cheating best friend, a secret boyfriend. Step three: there are the drugs. Nathaniel has never trusted people very much, and because of his experiences, he's incredibly closed off and out-of-touch with his emotions -- this is perhaps why he is so hard to read and out of 'it' when it comes to the rest of the world. Deep down, he's kind and empathetic, a charming person with an addictive personality -- in all senses of the word.


Though he can come across as passive most of the time, if you betray him, or lie, or cheat, then passive is no longer defined. Nathaniel has a long memory and one emotion that he's not forgotten is bitterness. He can turn cold, aggressive, and cunning too fast -- he knows how to ruin anyone.


Likes:


-Winter


-Vicodin (small doses)


-Sherlock/James Bond


-Astronomy


Dislikes:


-Liars


-Being treated like he's 'different'


-Loud Noises


-Graveyards/Churches


Aspirations:


Nathaniel's aspiration growing up was to become a super-spy, like James Bond. However, once learning that James Bond was more of a dream than a reality, he hoped to join intelligence agencies and work in detective business. Now that things have changed, though, he's not sure what can be a reality anymore.


Fears:


-Puppets


-Abandonment


-Fire


-Over dosage


Habits:


-Drifts off into his own thoughts


-Plays with the collar of his jacket


-Cracks his knuckles

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[Despondency]

male and female.


work in progress.

 

[VintageBlues]

• Gabriel Ian Norstrom
• Jordan Christian Everette

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  N A M E:
  
  
  Gabriel Ian Norstrom
  
  
  N I C K N A M E:
  
  
  Gabe, Ian, Smokey
  
  
  A G E:
  
  
  20
  
  
  S E X U A L I T Y:
  
  
  Heterosexual/romantic
  
  
  G E N D E R:
  
  
  male ; he/him
  
  
  B I R T H D A Y :
  
  
  9/20/1996 (virgo)
  
  
  
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  A P P E A R A N C E:
  
  
  Gabriel's olive, freckled skin is scattered with sentimental tattoos that tell stories through their dark swirls. His lips are usually curled around a cigarette and his hands are always shaking from caffeine overdoses. Beneath his dark shades hid even darker circles that linger beneath his deep blue eyes. Most would say he's attractive, yet he still thinks otherwise.
  
  
  H A I R:
  
  
  Golden brown, usually worn messy and unkept.
  
  
  E Y E S:
  
  
  Grey, blue
  
  
  H E I G H T:
  
  
  5"10 (170cm), a height which Gabriel considers average and unimpressive.
  
  
  W E I G H T:
  
  
  151. Though he's managed to put on several pounds of muscle, he's still rather thin. His ribcage faintly presses against his torso and he's let his health slip away from him.
  
  
  UNIQUE FEATURES:
  
  
  He has many freckles along his arms and back, four tattoos, and a scar just below his jawline. His tattoos include; his mother's name on the the inside of his arm, his sister's name on his left shoulder blade, a downward facing knife located just below his heart, and an intimate pattern on his right shoulder blade.
  
  
  

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  P E R S O N A L I T Y:
  
  
  The depths of his personality can be painted in a mosaic of yellows and cherry reds while the surface is smeared with shadows of grey and blue. On the rare occasion when these two layer elevate into a melody of emotions, they can be expressed with vivid indigos and sparkling gold. If only Gabriel could find his way out of the motionless, colorless movie that he calls life.
  
  
  He's selfless by nature and finds pieces of himself missing overtime he wakes up. With time, his poverty ridden community stole every piece of life that one lived in him. Now he's passive and stoic. The occasional storm of red may pulse in his fists, but it's always smothered by the cloud of smokey grey. To Gabriel, life is an organized sequence and each day is one step closer to the sequence's end.
  
  
  For fleeting moments, the brilliant spark of life lights up Gabriel's eyes once more. He allows himself to cling to hope and pray for his match to stride into his life. In the twilight sky, he imagines a world with meaning. Then it's gone. The sun has conquered the sky and the sequence begins again. A never ending cycle of pain, anger, passion, and grief.
  
  
  L I K E S:
  
  
  Watercolors, drugs (hallucinogens), dawn, sunsets, caring for children (& people in general).
  
  
  D I S L I K E S:
  
  
  Gunshots, blood, smoking cigarettes (yet he can't seem to unglue them from his fingers), being full, loneliness.
  
  
  A S P I R A T I O N S:
  
  
  Make it out of life alive. If fortune's were in his favor, he'd strive for a steady job as an art teacher or art auctioned. Unfortunately, Gabriel and fortune aren't the best of friends.
  
  
  F E A R S: Gabriel finds hospitals to be insufferable. The smell, the toxins, the cries; they remind him of the horrors that dwell in the walls of his own home. The sight of blood or the sound of gunshots will often put him in a state of moderate to severe panic.
  
  
  Q U I R K S: Never finishes a meal, smokes cigarettes daily, bites at his lip. Growing up with a younger sibling and little food, Gabriel naturally taught himself to leave leftovers. Now it's a habit he can't shake.
  
  
  
  
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  N A M E:
  
  
  Jordan Christian Everette
  
  
  N I C K N AM E:
  
  
  Jo Jo, Christian
  
  
  A G E:
  
  
  22
  
  
  B I R T H D A Y:
  
  
  October 16th (Libra)
  
  
  G E N D E R:
  
  
  Male; he, him
  
  
  O R I E N T A T I O N:
  
  
  Heterosexual
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A permanent tan seems to linger on the surface of Jordan's skin, as if the sun itself was trapped beneath his defined muscles. His face seems fit for the silver screen and his body is proudly sculpted to near perfection. Though he takes great care of his health, conceitedness has never been his nature.
  
  
  H E I G H T:
  
  
  6"1(185 cm)
  
  
  W E I G H T:
  
  
  172
  
  
  E Y E S:
  
  
  Dark Brown
  
  
  H A I R:
  
  
  His chocolate brown hair is usually tucked under a beanie or combed into an effortless style.
  
  
  UNIQUE FEATURES:
  
  
  Aside from the various childhood scars littered across his sun tanned skin, Jordan's body is remote and untouched.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  P E R S O N A

  
  
  
  
  
  Jordan's personality is an admirable combination of optimism and passion. The light of his heart extends towards everyone, even those who may be undeserving of that beautiful luminosity. When that electricity is swayed towards the opposite spectrum, he takes on a much more malevolent facade. It's a part of himself that he desperately keeps under lock and key. There's no limit to the things he can accomplish and his energy is insurmountable.
  
  
  Though he may give away his heart with ease, he's quick to retreat at the first sight of destruction. The feeling of heartbreak runs feely through his sunny veins, threatening to drain him of control. His soul craves acceptance, but his conscience craves safety. It's the reason why he's stuck in a cycle of formidable hesitation.
  
  
  His world remains in shadows of grays and blacks, but his imagination is bursting with a world of fantasy and illustration. He finds himself clinging onto the memory of color, the color he'd only seen for a slither of a second. The smell of the ocean translates into a bitter blue, while the sound of a crackling fire becomes a flood of turbulent orange. He longs for his memories to no longer be memories.
  
  
  L I K E S:
  
  
  The beach, the sun, Disney, green tea, music.
  
  
  D I S L I K E S:
  
  
  Overwhelming emotions, not having anyone by his side, prescription pills.
  
  
  A S P I R A T I O N S:
  
  
  His guitar is one of the few sources of his joy and the only stable thing in his life. The strong instrument curves perfectly in his arms and his fingers naturally navigate their way around the melodically strings. It's as if he were born to play. Though he knows it's would require years of an unsteady income and a mountain of hard work, there's nothing more he'd rather do than pursue music.
  
  
  Instead, he's resigned to studying business and nutrition at his local college while constantly itching to pick up his guitar.
  
  
  F E A R S:
  
  
  Jordan's ultimate fear is living an unfulfilling life full of meaningless accomplishments. He lives for all things adventurous, often going out of his way for a slither of adrenaline. A life of static comfort is not enough to feed his hidden addiction.
  
  
  Q U I R K S:
  
  
  He tends to exercise as a form of release and meditation.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  *Content Warning: Very vague sexual mentions & depression mentions*
  
  
  H I S T O R Y:
  
  
  A quiet, porcelain suburbia acted as the shining background to Jordan's life. As a child, he was always sheltered by the ebbing glow of the streetlights and stars. Not once did he have to brood over simple necessities. His life was easy, happy, and peaceful.
  
  
  Until his world was lit up by an unrecognizable force. A force so volatile and chaotic, so addictive and alluring. Her name was Ashlyn; the first girl he'd fallen for. The first person to draw him out of his safe and comforting reality. She taught him what it felt like to be submerged into the vast ocean, letting the waves crash against your ankles and coat them in sand. He listened to her wild, wanderlust stories and laughed at every comical remark. Together, they burned through their teenage years with new feelings at each corner.
  
  
  Then everything unravelled with one simple mistake. With a lie that turned into a plea that turned into a positive pregnancy test and a perpetual consequence. The girl was never in love with him. To her, the relationship was nothing more than a rebellion against her preacher father and submissive mother. Jordan's heart shattered into pieces against his chest as Ashlyn admitted what she'd done. That she'd heartlessly played him, taking every part of him and shaping it into something foreign and delinquent. If only his teenage naivety hadn't played the starring role of his mind. If only he'd been able to say no to her bright blue eyes and unwavering smile.
  
  
  Nine months later, she left Jordan with a beautiful baby girl and a check trailed with several zeros. Both a gift and a curse. A child who he loved with every inch of his tired soul, and a lifetime of hopeless regrets. No prescription was strong enough to heal the scars of the past, but he knew the future could always be formed into freedom.
  
  
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  Orange. But not the bright orange that dances at the tip of a flame or the edges of a sun set. Jordan's orange is the dull orange that resembles a dying ember as it sinks into a mess of ash and smoke. His color is faded and dimmed opposed to shocking and heated. Still, the life in him seems to shine brighter than others. The color still danced beneath the chill, refusing to die.
  
  
  F A T E D:
  
  
  TBD TBD! (hmu x)
  
  
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  TBD TBD! (also hmu if you're interested)
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Kingly]

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These are

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| n a m e |

Jeremy Jay Kelly

| n i c k n a m e |

Jay

| a g e |

19

| o r i e n t a t i o n |

Heterosexual

| g e n d e r |

Male | he/him

| b i r t h-d a t e |

October 27th, 1996 | Scorpio
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The times

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| a p p e a r a n c e |

Jeremy has a deep brown skin tone, his hair long and curly sitting atop his head. He takes pride in his good looks, and strives to make his body match his face. Nine years of football and basketball, as well as constant weight training and decent eating. Keeps Jeremy's body well shaped and toned. A good amount of muscle and a chiseled stomach keeps Jeremy satisfied. He doesn't tower over people, though his height is larger then most. His smile is just as easy to get lost in as his eyes, and he dresses well to match his charm.

| h a i r-c o l o u r |

Jet Black

| e y e-c o l o u r |

Amber

| h e i g h t |

6'1"

| w e i g h t |

183 lbs

| u n i q u e - f e a t u r e s |

Jeremy has two tattoo's on either arm, as well as two simple ear piercings and one nose piercing. Each of which he only keeps adorned with studs. He also has a long scar across the lower right side of his abdomen, and keeps one cut through his left eyebrow.
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Survival

| p e r s o n a |

Jeremy is a wild ride. Hanging around him for less then thirty minutes might make you experience a wave of emotions that you may not get anywhere else, good or bad. Growing up the way he did, you would expect a negative or sorrowful energy to surround him. Though it is the opposite. He may be a bit rough with some, but overall his love for people makes him incredibly outgoing, with a welcoming vibe. He tends to enjoy the spotlight, mostly at parties or in any situation where people surround him. He seeks out trouble and danger, because for the most part for him, those two things are associated with a good time. And if there is one thing he was put on this earth for, it was to have an incredibly good time, and worry about the consequence and prison sentences later.


His outgoing manner breeds confidence inside of him. Confidence many people would take for being cocky. Though growing up in a place like he did, you need confidence or that slight edge of cockyness. Because if you don't believe in your own self, ain't nobody else will for you. His love for meeting new people, is motivated heavily by his love for meeting new women. Jeremy is a huge flirt, not something he could really help. He might find himself flirting without even noticing it, he might flirt while having absolutely no interest in the girl he is talking to. Though when he has his eyes set, he's gunning for you. Some girls may lavish in the compliments and smooth talking he gives to them. And he'd just be thinking of them as a friend, while they are falling head over heels for him. Love is a foreign word to him, though making love is something he can get his hands around.


Though the fact is, he wishes he could find a woman that could hold him down, but he lives for his own freedom. No regard for the law, and no regard for your heart. This doesn't take away from his loyalty to his true friends, true being the keyword. Because Jeremy is so out-going he's friendly with a lot of people, yet he considers them more acquaintances then real friends. To really gain his trust and his undivided loyalty is a difficult task. That being said, all of these traits could very quickly rub someone the wrong way, and Jeremy gives no fucks. If you don't like him, he is quick to snap on you. Though he is far from a calm soul, what little calm he has will turn into a ball of rage when his short fuse burns.


Besides all this, Jeremy lacks a real future. He can be very intelligent, and is a quick learner. And his athletic abilities are something you have to see. Though he'd much rather get drunk and party then study to pass his test. Or sleep with the next girl instead of attending his morning practice. Many that are close to him can see Jeremy's potential, and see how he just locks it away pushing people away from that topic and on to the topic of the events for the night. This is a big problem for Jeremy, he loves people but he doesn't want to listen to what they have to say about him. Taking help from somebody is one of the most difficult things Jeremy could do. He'd rather die then complain about something that's bothering him. While at the same time he'd be so open to giving advice to someone else. He keeps all of his problems bottled inside to him self, not wanting to soil anyone's mood. And while he's out going wild at a party, being the life and center of attention, anyone can see the twinkle of pain in his eyes.

| l i k e s |

Parties


Women


Sex


Some drugs


Football


Basketball


Action movies


Rap music


Trap music


Lyrical rappers


Dancing


Arguing


Winning


Attitude

| d i s l i k e s |

Country music


Cats


Swimming


Lies


Heroin


Party poopers


Bad sex


Boring people


Disrespect


Absent Fathers


Stupid girls


People trying too hard


Social Media

| a s p i r a t i o n s |

+Sleep with Rihanna and Emma Watson in the same night+

| f e a r s |




Losing:


Jeremy hates losing, and fears the day that he will. Not losing a football game, or a game of beer pong, even though he hates the thought of that too. He has a fear of losing at this game of life. The fear that one day it's going to be time to serious up, and it's not all parties and fun. And there is going to be bills to pay, and girls won't willingly hop into his bed because of how much he fucked around. And he won't have money to keep the heat on when it's cold, or the money to keep that eviction notice away from his door. Then soon he'll spiral out of control and end up doped up like his mom, a fiend begging for his next high, until he can't even get the money for that. And he ends up shot dead for stealing what he couldn't have or overdosed ass naked dead in an alleyway with a needle in his arm. That kind of losing.


Loving:


Jeremy wishes for a woman that could hold him down, but ultimately fears that commitment as well. A fear that he won't be able to provide for her when they both need it, or that he's going to need her a little too much then he would want. And then she'd realize just how useless he is and leave him begging for her to stay. But he never begs, he never wants to even think of needing someone, of loving someone and there being a chance of him experiencing the pain he had so shamelessly dealt to so many other women.


Swimming:


Jeremy can't swim, the rest is self explanatory.


Being completely alone:


Jeremy has a large group of friends, and girls ready to hop in his bed at the sound of his voice. But what happens to him when they are all gone, and all he is left with for company is the pain he keeps bottled inside of him.





Becoming an addict:


His mother being addicted to the needle wasn't anything fun to watch, and it certainly wasn't a fun environment to live in as a young boy. But what happens if the same turn of events happen for him, and he's that same person left slumped on the couch with a needle of death jammed into his arm becoming his only lifeline.

| q u i r k s |




-Clenches his jaw when angry.


-Rubs his chin when he sees a fine girl that he plans on approaching.


-Tends to give a little smirk when he knows something you don't.


-Kisses a bottle of alcohol before drinking from it.


-Kisses a blunt before smoking it.
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My only crime

| i n d e p t h |

Jeremy Jay Kelly, born October 27th 1996 to Bishop Kelly and Imani Lamar, was born and raised in the Bed-Stuy projects. His father, at the time was the kingpin of the 9 Tray Bloods. Instead of raising Jeremy to be a real man and show him that he can find his way out of these streets, Bishop raised his son into the T Bloods, dooming him from the start. His pops was the main figure in his life, his mother at the young stages of his life was still addicted to the needle. Jeremy remembered walking home from elementary school on his own and coming home to see his mom passed out on the couch with the needle in her arm, and his pops no where to be found. His pops would tell him just to take the needle out and get rid of it somewhere when he wasn't there.


Bishop wasn't exactly in Jeremy's life, yet he wasn't completely absent either. After all Jeremy was just another one of Bishop's many children, and Jeremy's mother was just another junky that fucked to get another shot of Heroin. Still, Bishop at least made efforts to show up and make sure everything was alright in the house. Giving money where needed and giving the young Jeremy one of his 'Lessons' whenever he visited. Though the lessons he was teaching the kid, was as if he was trying to raise a little thug. Things like, "Don't let nobody mess with you, not the kids at ya school not even ya damn teachers." or "Always be on guard, you never know who's at your back." and Jeremy understood none of it. Keep in mind the kid was 7 at the time, and Bishop sounded like he was more paranoid then trying to give advice. Hell, Bishop even had Jeremy outfitted in all red to go to elementary school.


Either way, Jeremy followed whatever he could make sense of the man saying. He started acting up in class, not caring what the teachers said and starting up with any of the kids he didn't like. His behavior was terrible, but the bad part was they didn't have anyone to call home to. His father only visited the projects he left them in every once in a while, and he honestly could give a fuck less about Jeremy acting up in class. And as for his mom, well she still had a little problem with that needle addiction, and would rather spend her time injecting herself with temporary happiness mixed with depression instead of caring about her child. But one valuable lesson his father actually did tell him, was to always take care of his mother. And so he did.


As Jeremy grew, he always wondered why his pops couldn't just give money to send his ma to a good rehab. It's not like Bishop wasn't balling out in the kingpin spot. It's just that Bishop was that type of cheap mother fucker. He would always say "You don't make money by spending it." and argue that if his mom really wanted to sober up, that she would take some of that monthly money he gave and go send her self to rehab. And it wasn't like she didn't try, she would sober up for short periods of time before falling back into addiction. Jeremy pretty much raised himself, apart from the times his mother wasn't on the needle, she would punch in what she could, though her addiction was always calling for more. She was lucky to even live long enough to the point where Jeremy could finally help her.


At 13 Bishop began to visit more often as Jeremy was starting to get a little bit older and could understand things better. It wasn't like Jeremy hadn't already known what was going on around him. Shit, he was born straight into the thick of the street life. But now was the time his father could make a real T Blood out of Jeremy. He started teaching Jeremy all about the drug game, the weights, the nick names, the costs, what was on the market and everything. Anyone looking in could see how horrible of a father Bishop was, raising his son into a life like this. But to Jeremy, Bishop was the only father, and he felt as if he was the only one really looking out for him. And he was of course a lot better then all of the absent fathers because he was giving and teaching Jeremy how to make money, even if it was illegal.


It wasn't long before Jeremy started as a young dope boy on the block. He of course had a T Blood assigned to watching over him during deals, but Jeremy was pretty much in the thick of it at 13. Though younger dope boys weren't uncommon, they were the perfect distributors to shield from the cops. Who would of thought they had bags of cocaine or heroine hiding in the little pockets of their school book bag. And Jeremy damn sure wasn't the only Brooklyn boy peddling drugs.


Through this Jeremy instilled himself as a solid member of the T Bloods. He would come to middle school stuntin' on all the kids, rocking kicks that most of their parents couldn't afford, representing the 9 Trays and becoming popular just in that fact. He also finally got that cash he had been saving up to send his mama to rehab, and finally they had reached one that genuinely worked. And the woman that came back was truly a woman, his ma had actually managed to change in rehab, for the cost of a year of being completely gone in his life.


This new Imani that was now in his life, swore to really be in his life and insisted that he stopped taking part in this hood bullshit. She actually begun to teach him real life lessons, and showed him the things his father never did. Though parts of him were too far gone to look back. Either way, he loved his mother so dearly, she was still a queen to him. So he tried to do everything she said. He stopped slinging drugs with the T Bloods, even though he still kept close ties with the gangs. He stopped acting up in school after a few good beatings from a woman he wouldn't ever dare to hit back. And he started to learn, not necessarily the regular school stuff, but the things they don't teach or go into much detail too. He also took an interest in basketball more, playing for his schools team and dominating the courts.


Things were going well, even though he hadn't seen his father ever since his ma sobered up. It wasn't like they needed him. Well, they were struggling but still. His mother was working for meager pay, though it just barely scratched the surface of what was enough for the both of them. Some nights dinner was just a hot dog on a piece of sliced bread. Some nights there was no dinner at all. Yet they were living legal, and that's all his mom wanted.


That was until the major turning point in his life. Jeremy was 16 when his father showed up saying he needed his help. It had something to do with them finding a major Crip drug house. If they rode over there busted it up, not only would they seize possession of a ton of cash and drugs, but they would seriously fuck up the Crips. Jeremy who still had some T Blood in him was ready to ride on his pops command, so they were out. Strapped up from head to toe they drove out all the way out to Clinton hill, not quite to what they expected.


Standing outside of the abandoned projects were 3 other T Bloods, the young T Blood Meech from Canarsie who was already becoming a name not to be fucked with. As well as two older T Bloods, each of them strapped and ready for action. Though as they lowered themselves downstairs into the empty basement, Bishop realized at that exact moment what this was. It wasn't a Ghost Town Crip bust, it was the arrangement for his death. Meech as the first to draw, quickly turning and popping a shot at Bishop. The experienced kingpin knew to jump out of the way as soon as he was reaching in his boxers. Jeremy pulled out his own gun and fired at the Meech focused on his father. Though his shaky inexperienced hands just missed it's target, only grazing his arm. "RUN!" His father yelled as the other two T Bloods drew their weapons and began firing at Jeremy. He ducked, though one grazed him in his upper right shoulder causing him to yelp out in pain. He heard another scream in pain as he turned to see his father clutching his chest, he was a goner. Jeremy had to get out, so he tucked his head and ran out as the older T Bloods followed him out, two more bullets grazing his arm.


Jeremy was lucky to make it out alive that night, things got worse after the death of his father. He came to learn that his mom didn't actually have real work, she was prostituting for the T Bloods to make ends meet. And after Meech killed his father, the former king pin, they had received orders to get new everything, including prostitutes. It was like none of the T Bloods cared that Meech had betrayed to get the top spot, though no one was willing to fuck with him that's just the way it goes. Broke, with no income coming in, Jeremy tried to focus on school like his ma would preach. She would always say that you go through school and you'll make some real money. But unfortunately that wasn't exactly how it worked, and right now they needed some real money. And school wasn't giving him shit except for bull shit ass racist teachers getting on his nerves. He was sick of not having things anymore, he realized that the only way to survive in these streets now was to walk back into that trap. And his mom caught into it quick. She knew staying on those Brooklyn streets would soon mean the death of this young boy. And even seeing what the boy went through, and seeing how he could somehow keep a smile through all the shit he faced. She knew right away that anymore days in these streets would slowly drain that life out of him. And so they left Brooklyn, in hope for a better life elsewhere. But to Jeremy, that was when his life was just getting started.

| t h e m e s o n g |

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| c o l o u r |

Red, the color some may claim to see in his eyes moments before Jeremy swarms on you in a flash of anger. Red is not only a color of aggression, but the captivating color of extroversion, desire, and a will to live life to the fullest. Red is the color of the tips of the very flames that can burn a forest down. But that same red is the color the sky changes into when the sun dips over the horizon, giving you that beautiful sunset that brings you calm and comfort, the beauty that your eyes get lost in. But your eyes can only behold that beauty for so long, until that crimson sky fades away, and give in to the darkness.

| f a t e d |

(I would love to have one of your characters be my fated, message me if you are interested )

| r e l a t i o n s h i p s |

WIP

 

[illegallyblonde]

Xiomara Maddox Corona

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The Soul

Name ~


Xiomara Maddox Corona


Nickname ~


Xio


Age ~


17


Orientation ~


Heterosexual


Gender ~


Female; Her/She


Birth Date ~


November 19th; Scorpio



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Becomes Dyed With

Appearance ~


Her skin is ghostly pale, with long nails and skinny fingers. Her height being a touch bit smaller than average, and her shape being thin and tomboy-ish, with not much muscle and very few curves. She wears odd clothing and antique jewelry, and a ton of bracelets.


Hair Colour ~


Incredibly dark blue, fading to black.


Eye Colour ~


Large with a mystical Hazel colour.


Height ~


5'5.5''


Weight ~


125 lbs


Unique Features ~


She has a few tattoos, but they are incredibly small and she only shows a small portion of people. Scars litter her back, while a couple small ones are upon her face. She has a ton of piercings in her ears, but none anywhere else.



​

The Color Of

Persona ~


She is extremely quiet and tends to lurk her thoughts, wander her mind, space out, day dream, etc. Xio tries to not wear shoes as much as possible. She does a bit of crazy things, like turning games into death traps or just doing something that is insane in general. But, most of the time, she is reading and writing and, her favorite activity, watching. Her voice is light and airy, and her words are quite poetic. ( Like Luna Lovegood, basically. ) She can become quite scared easily, and she takes everything literal. So, she doesn't get jokes/sarcasm all that well. Lastly, she is the worst at comforting, will always tell the truth, is completely and utterly loyal, and quite blunt in the weirdest nature.


Likes ~


>Astronomy


>Astrology


>Forests


>Reading


>Being Alone


>Having Real Friends


>Writing


>Sprinting Through Streets/Woods/Wherever


>Poems


>Telling Stories


>Talking


>Chocolate


Dislikes ~


>Crowds


>Bullies


>Sharp Objects


>Guns


>Weapons In General


>Blood


>Strawberries


>Anything Strawberry Flavored


>Her Destroyed Feet


>Needles


>Panic Attacks


>Anxiety


Aspirations ~


To find real friends, and to find a real true love, even if she never sees colour.


Fears ~


>Enochlophobia


>Hoplophobia


>Blood Phobia


>Trypanophobia


Quirks ~


>Bits Her Lip ( In General. )


>Picks At Her Nails


>Taps Her Fingers A Lot/Thumps Foot ( To Keep Moving )



​

Its Thoughts

In Depth ~


( I don't want to give to much away. Most of it will be announced in the RP. )


She grew up in an Orphanage. She never knew her parents. All she knew was that run-down Orphanage filled with loving kids. Her life wasn't that bad. She hung out with the kids everyday, and as she grew older, helped the Owner run the place. She was schooled by the Owner, while she schooled everyone younger than her. When she started going out with her Fated, she stayed at the Orphanage, calling it her home. For now. The Orphanage, located in Oregon, was burnt to the ground after being attacked. Most of the children died inside, and the older ones who survived had to live on their own. So, since she was done with her Fated, decided to travel the colourless world by herself, even if she is rather young. Her independence is key. She is currently in West Virginia.


Themesong ~


\/ \/ \/


Colour ~


Dark, navy blue. She knows this, and likes to think of this at a scientific point. Black, scientifically, is nothing. Whereas white, is all of the colours ( Which are made of light ) mixed together. Since dark, navy blue is close to nothing ( Black ), her personality is nothing. She is empty and has nothing left to live for. But, there is just enough colour for her to still fight for.


Fated ~


She left him, and colour, even though it was hard. It was only a while ago. Just before the Orphanage had burned down, she had left. Although she thinks she broke up with him, she never really told him that she was breaking up with him. So he thinks they are still together and is waiting for her to come back. The relationship she had with him was fine, but she just didn't love him. He loved her with all of his heart, but she just didn't feel anything. Yes, she knows that people have been through worse, but she likes to think that this is just as awful. She believes that she will never find love. It was horrible. He, giving her loving hugs and kisses, and her having to fake it back to him. For two years. No one died, no one was abused, it wasn't like other relationships. But she just didn't love the boy who loved her back.


Relationships ~


---TBA---



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First time writing a character who lived in an Orphanage.


Endnote/Edit: She hopes to love someone one day, even if she will possibly never see colour again. :c

 

[Bhlow]

Roslyn Severyl

Full Name: Roslyn Scarlett Severyl


Nickname: Rose, Princess


Date of Birth: 02.04.1998 - Aries


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Job: Bartender at a local night club and modelling gigs when she scores them.

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[MoxxyMoxx]

William Beau James Jackson

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  William Beau James Jackson
  
  
  
  
  n i c k n a m e
  
  Beau (preferred) Will (parents and Xander) William (Xander)
  
  
  
  
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  18
  
  
  
  
  o r i e n t a t i o n
  
  Homosexual
  
  
  
  
  g e n d e r
  
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  January 14th (Capricorn)
  
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  h a i r-c o l o u r
  
  Inky Black
  
  
  
  
  e y e-c o l o u r
  
  Crystal Blue
  
  
  
  
  h e i g h t
  
  5'3'' | 160cm
  
  
  
  
  w e i g h t
  
  102lbs
  
  
  
  
  u n i q u e - f e a t u r e s
  
  Freckles here and there.
  
  
  Scars all over his arms.
  
  
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  Beau is a very quiet person who won't interact with people unless it is extremely necessary. He is a clear introvert and won't go outside unless it's important, i:e, school or shopping. He never does anything violent as he knows if he got into a fight he'd loose. He takes everything the way it is and can't do anything to stop his own destiny as his negative mind believes everything is his fault.
  
  
  + Loyal
  
  
  + Trustworthy
  
  
  + Kind
  
  
  + Passive
  
  
  + Generous
  
  
  - Shy
  
  
  - Quiet
  
  
  - Self-Conscious
  
  
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  - Depressive
  
  
  
  
  l i k e s
  
  Playing the Piano, Drawing, Ice Cream, Rain, Alone Time
  
  
  
  
  d i s l i k e s
  
  Crowds, Loud Noises, His Parents
  
  
  
  
  a s p i r a t i o n s
  
  Escape Xander
  
  
  Become a great pianist.
  
  
  
  
  f e a r s
  
  Xander, Needles, Bullies
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  William Beau James Jackson (named after his grandpas and a friend of his parents), son of Paster, Joseph Jackson, and Florist, Elisha Jackson (nee Grayson). He grew up secretly hating religion whilst he spent his entire childhood and tween years being a Paster boy. He wanted to focus on art, mainly music and drawing. His father allowed this if he continued to attend church which he did. He was living a happy life until he was 14 when it smacked him across the face.
  
  
  He was gay.
  
  
  He kept it a secret and only told his non-religous friends who accepted him. He was getting more and more depressed until he was 16 when he met his soulmate, Xander Blake. He fell in love instantly and after 2 months of dating Xander convinced him to come out to his parents. Of course they were angry that their only son turned out this way and gave him 24 hours to move out. He did so and moved in with Xander who had his own apartment at age 18.
  
  
  Everything was perfect for the first 2 weeks then it all went fuck up. Xander started slapping him. This then turned into punches, kicks and then him being raped by his soulmate. Everything then dawned on him. Soulmates, true love and happiness weren't real. He never spoke in fear of saying the wrong thing. Xander forced him to move school and said he'd get everything he ever needed if he promised to never leave him. If he broke the promise, he'd tell everyone at his school that he was gay and post a porn video on a site. Blackmail was never fun but what could he do?
  
  
  Instead he did as he was told but he started cutting. He cut so deep one day that he nearly broke his main artery. He was rushed into hospital by Xander and on the way there Beau had to promise that he wouldn't say anything about their relationship. A few weeks after that he had his first suicide attempt and now he's healed from that he will be moving schools for the 3rd time.
  
  
  
  
  t h e m e s o n g
  
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  c o l o u r
  
  The color black as it represents depression, pessimism and mystery
  
  f a t e d
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Xander Blake, a 20 year old jock with a long history of violence and childhood trauma making him psychotic, manipulative, abusive, and a rapist.
  
  r e l a t i o n s h i p s
  
  Due to the tight leash Xander has on Beau, he never interacts with anyone and when he does, he quickly makes up an excuse to leave to avoid getting into trouble with him.
  
  
  

 

[amxlia]

~WIP Female~

(Sorry, not going to have my laptop until late tomorrow, AKA my god damn dog stepped on it and broke it so I 'have' to get a new one xD )​

 

[vixe]

W i p

Face claim: Ebba zingmark

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[Atsuko]

J A Q U E | B L A C K W E L L

Don't

BASIC


Nickname - Frost


Age - 20


Orientation - Heterosexual


Gender - Cis, He, Him


Birthdate - March 18, 1996


APPEARANCE


Face Claim: Marc Schulze


Hair - Dirty Blonde Hair


Eyes - Translucent Blue


Height - 6' 2" (186 cm)


Weight - 149 lbs.


Unique Features - Burn scars on his back, prosthetic foot, knife scars on his chest

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[l y s s a]

cut out all the ropes

a l e x a

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a

a p p e a r a n c e


Before the accident, most people would have told you that Alexa looked like the image of joy: Lively, vibrant and colourful, beaming with an aura like no other with a smile gracing her features. But a lot of things have changed since then, and now? No one knows what to say.


A once porcelain-pale girl, cheeks full and easy to stain with blush red has since turned into a ghostly-white with gaunt features. Eyes that once held a blazing inferno and startling brightness, beaming with light and hope has since been extinguished, now turned to hollow and haunted orbs of brown with only the embers of the great flames remaining, the brightness and light having turned into only a dim flicker that barely shines through the dark. Lips that had once held a bright smile were now turned downwards in an unfamiliarly cold grimace, an expression of which she wears often.


h a i r-c o l o u r


Dark Brown, naturally curly and kept in soft curls.


e y e-c o l o u r


Dark Brown, haunted yet doe-like


h e i g h t


5'8 ft., 173cm.


w e i g h t


143 lb., 65 kg.


u n i q u e - f e a t u r e s


She was born with a nevus flammeus birthmark- A dark-purple port-wine stain that covers the majority of her left shoulder, and reaches down to her lower back. She also has two tattoos, one of an arrow on her pinkie and the initials 'C.P' on her wrist.

little

p e r s o n a


'and the girl of colour,when faced with grief'


'decided to fade to black, and brought herself a remorseful release'


----


-w i p-


l i k e s


-Rain-


-Thunder-


-Running through the forests-


-Reading-


-Horror & Sci-Fi movies-


-Any music genre besides Country-


-Solidarity-


-Guitar-


-Winter-


d i s l i k e s


-Lightning-


-Country music-


-Big crowds-


-Hospitals-


-'Heart to Hearts'-


-Funerals-


a s p i r a t i o n s


-Throughout her adolescence, Alexa had had her hearts set on touring the world with a guitar in her hands and the ones she loves right behind her, supporting her all the way. But ever since Carter's death, she's been finding out that the people who she loved didn't really love her back... And now she doesn't really know what she's gonna do anymore.-


-To forget what happened. She just doesn't want to remember it- Any of it. She doesn't want to look, smell or see something and be reminded of everything. She doesn't want to look at Carter's room, and suddenly by attacked by the onslaught of memories that come flooding back. She just- She doesn't want any of it, okay?-


f e a r s


-Feeling helpless. Being unable to defend herself or others due to some reason she believes she could have prevented/foresaw coming.-


-Being betrayed. Letting someone in, having them break down the walls enclosing her heart only for them to stab her in the back the moment she turns around.-


-Heights. She hates anything over 10 ft high, and will likely have a heavily severe panic attack if she goes up on anything even remotely higher than the safe height of 6 ft.-


q u i r k s


-She paces around the room when talking about something that excites her. It helps her not turn into an overly spastic mess of energy when conversing with others.-


-She compulsively cracks her fingers every hour.

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[mikkisinterlude]

name


Tyler 'Ty' Rose Duncan


gender


genderfluid (she/her/they)

age


twenty one


sexual orientation


bisexual


(leans towards women)

birthday


august 10th | leo

appearance

height


5'10"

weight


142lbs

eye color


dark brown

hair color


brown

clothing style


x - x - x


desc.


Tyler was always tall and slender and is always mistaken as a boy within first glance. Her notable features are her faint freckles and the tattoo on her side x. Her wardrobe is nearly filled with black clothes and she cuts her hair regularly because of fast growth.

you know what?

p e r s o n a

Around strangers, Tyler can come off as standoffish and awkward. She most likely won’t engage the conversation unless she’s really attracted to you. The greatest thing about her is that she can detect if your personality is toxic or not upon meeting you. Even if that isn’t the case, she will not be easily manipulated. However, if you’re shy as well then she will try her best to make the situation a little more comfortable for you.


Around friends, she likes to show out. Tyler has to be really comfortable around you to show her energetic nature. She’s usually the one in the group who likes to call all of the shots when it comes to making plans. Don’t talk about her friends in front of her or she will most likely try to kick your ass. Sometimes she can be extremely possessive about her best friend and tries to protect them from what she thinks will harm them.


Romantic wise, Tyler is very particular about who her partner is due to what happened to her in the past. Her dating life isn’t very active, but her sex life outweighs all of that. If Tyler is attracted to someone, she thinks that getting to them is to become as romantic with them as possible. If it leads to sex, then that’s how it will go. As long as her partner is happy, Tyler is happy.





l i k e s


✔ Jokes


✔ Weed


✔ Hugs


✔ Sports


✔ Cuddling


✔ Photography


✔ Horror Movies


✔ Parkour





d i s l i k e s


✘ Small spaces


✘ Body odor


✘ Funerals


✘ Rough textures


✘ Annoying people


✘ Puking


✘ Wet Socks


✘ Hypocrites


a s p i r a t i o n s


° To have a clear view upon life besides wandering around aimlessly


° To find her brother


f e a r s


☠ Being Electrocuted


☠ Getting Lost


☠ Old People


☠ Getting Sick





q u i r k s


☮ Messes with her hair when agitated


☮ Bites her lip when being confronted


☮ Uses text talk when being silly


☮ Paces when nervous


☮ Gets pissed when people randomly sing


☮ Says ‘like’ a lot when trying to explain something she doesn’t have knowledge of

fuck them

bio


-wip-


color


-wip-


fated


-wip-


relationships


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[Catharsis]

• Sam

• 
  
  
  
  
  Samantha Nichole Payne
  
  

  

  
  
  

  Tomorrow's just a breath away

  
  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  I

  
  
  
  
  
  Name:
  
  
  Samantha Payne
  
  
  Nickname:
  
  
  Sam, Sammy
  
  
  Age:
  
  
  19
  
  
  Sexuality:
  
  
  Heterosexual
  
  
  Gender:
  
  
  Female
  
  
  Birthday:
  
  
  April, 30th, 1997/Taurus
  
  
  Face Claim
  
  
  Scarlett Rose Leithold
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Want to

  
  
  
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  Hair Color:
  
  
  Light Blonde
  
  
  Eye Color:
  
  
  Green
  
  
  Build:
  
  
  Slim
  
  
  Height:
  
  
  5'4
  
  
  Weight:
  
  
  105
  
  
  Physical Features:
  
  
  A small elephant tattoo on the heel of her left heel
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  Go

  
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Samantha's personality is difficult to describe, as words cannot describe all of who she is. On the surface, she is very kind to anyone she meets and feels no shame in offering anyone she meets a bit of company in hard times. She has a very happy demeanor that she works hard to keep true, and will never be caught frowning. Though, there's a lot more to her than that. She has constant anxiety left over from her childhood that follows her around, causing her to sit out on social events very often. She spends her nights overthinking and planning out the next day. If one thing goes wrong, to Sam it's like her whole world just fell apart.
  
  
  While she is kind, Sam has her moments where she wants to turn loose from everyone and just be alone, it's in those very moments that she becomes a bit rude towards those around her. At times like these, it's not very hard to set her off, so it's best to stay away from her and leave her be. Eventually, she'll apoligize for her actions and go back to being the happy, fun-loving Sam we all love and care for.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  -Animals
  
  
  -Sunsets
  
  
  -Stars
  
  
  -The beach
  
  
  -Guitar
  
  
  -Video games
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  -Shots
  
  
  -Guns
  
  
  -Mosquitos
  
  
  -Sleeping alone
  
  
  -Being told she can't do something
  
  
  Aspirations:
  
  
  -To finish college on the deans list
  
  
  -Be a professional dog trainer
  
  
  -Own her own buisness
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  -Thanatophobia
  
  
  -Spheksophobia
  
  
  Habits:
  
  
  - Bites her nails
  
  
  -Rubs her fingers together in a consistant pattern
  
  
  -Crinkiling her nose
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
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• Sam
• Grayson

• no slide
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  Grayson James Mathis
  
  

  

  
  
  

  We accept the love we think we deserve.

  
  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  These

  
  
  Name:
  
  Grayson James Mathis
  
  Age:
  
  22
  
  Sexuality:
  
  Heterosexual
  
  Gender:
  
  Male
  
  Birthday:
  
  July, 3rd, 1994/ Cancer
  
  Face Claim
  
  Logan Lerman
  
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  Skies

  
  
  
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  Hair Color:
  
  
  Black
  
  
  Eye Color:
  
  
  Brown
  
  
  Build:
  
  
  Slim, but athletic
  
  
  Height:
  
  
  6'1
  
  
  Weight:
  
  
  192
  
  
  Physical Features:
  
  
  Dimples
  
  
  Multiple bruises and scars left over from his teenage years
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  Have

  
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  Gray's personality is bred from that of his parents, strong and steady in his beliefs. He's standoffish around strangers, however very much enjoys the company of those close to him. He has a mindset that cannot be pushed off course, and will proceed to be that way until the way he dies. People who don't agree with him, or have different aspirations in life are deemed unimportant to him.
  
  Likes:
  
  
  -Fireworks
  
  
  -Late Nights
  
  
  -Old buildings
  
  
  -Roosters
  
  Dislikes:
  
  -Mud
  
  
  -Shopping
  
  
  -Fast food
  
  
  -Wine
  
  Aspirations:
  
  To find his fated
  
  Fears:
  
  Never having anyone
  
  
  Death
  
  
  Empty roads
  
  
  Habits:
  
  
  None to speak of
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Faded

  
  
  
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Grayson was born into a lowere middle class family that rarely ever had extra money to spend on luxurious things. He was raised by two parents whom had been fated together at a very young age, and was taught by his sisters how to respect girls/women. His family played a huge part in everything he did, and always supported him. Despite that, as soon as he was able, he moved out on his own; working at a burger joint to pay down the rent. It was around this time that he met May, a yonger girl who always came into his resturant to chat with him.
  
  
  He soon became very infatuated with the girl, always calling to check up on her and ask her on dates and such. The two were very close, and Grayson was almost positive he'd see color in her.
  
  
  He knew May saw it in him though, as she had told him millions of times about it, and he claimed he did too, but he never actually did. He loved her though, so he kept waiting. He waited and waited up until the day that an intruder broke into her families home and took her life along with her younger brother's. Even at the funereal he waited for it, clenching onto the idea that maybe color could come from death and that maybe it would make an appearance. It never did. He went back home afterwards, taking advantage of the loving family that he had left all those years ago. It took a lot of time, but he got back on his feet and had begun the search again.
  
  
  Color:
  
  
  Olive green, a color that's quite dull, but rather impressive once you actually pay attention to it. It represents Gray's standoffish nature and need toblend in, but in the end he will always be noticed.
  
  
  Fated:
  
  
  (HMU LLELELEL)
  
  
  Relationships:
  
  
  (hmuuuuuu)
  
  
  Theme:
  
  [media]
  
  
  
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[Rizzy]

Damian Hakeem Nortes

W I P

 

[z e p h y r]

N O T E - T R I G G E R l W A R N I N G

in this character sheet, there is mention of blood, death, and violence on more than one occasion. most of them are marked with a trigger warning before the prompted question, but just in case i slipped and messed up, please be warned.
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I l G O T l A l T O R T U R E D l M I N D

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N A M E


westley fitzgerald cardone


N I C K N A M E S


west, wes, birdie


A G E


twenty-two


O R I E N T A T I O N


pansexual


G E N D E R


cis male


prefers they/them but isn't offended by he/him


B I R T H D A Y


july 2


cancer
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A P P E A R A N C E

[ x ] [ x ]


H A I R l C O L O R


black


E Y E l C O L O R


dark brown


H E I G H T


5ft. 11in.


180cm


W E I G H T


170 lbs


77.1 kg


U N I Q U E l F E A T U R E S


west's most outstanding feature is the thick gash on their left cheek. if you were talking to them, you'd often have a tough time focusing on any other part of their face. they often pick at the scar, which makes it worse and often reopens and bleeds.
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A N D l M Y l B L A D E l I S l S H A R P

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A l B A D l C O M B I N A T I O N

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P E R S O N A L I T Y


*trigger warning: frequent mention of death*


no bullshit, westley fitzgerald is a dark, deepy troubled man. they don't get uncomfortable, frightened, or unnerved by the mention of death or pain. in fact, it pleases them in a way. not inflicting it, of course, as wes is secretly very weak. they're very interested in death, pain, torture, etc... and they are open about it. they don't try to hide the many books, articles, or documentaries they are interested in that explain the nature of death or the minds of psychopaths. because of their intense knowledge of the darker side of life, west finds joy in manipulating people to believe that they are not afraid to hurt them. but, fortunately, they are all talk and no action--they couldn't hurt a fly. wes doesn't get along with people very easily, possibly because he can't go twenty minutes without mentioning the likelihood that their conversation partner may have cotard's syndrome. when they do come in contact with someone who can deal with their creepy interests, they get awkward--like, really awkward. they don't deal well with other people at all, especially not people their age. they're slightly self-conscious, especially around people that they think could possible be "better" than them in some way, which can sometimes cause them to be rude or quick to defend themselves even when not provoked.


on the other hand, if you do end up becoming close friends with the peculiar being that is wes, it's not a bad thing. wes is an excellent listener and will drop what they're doing at any given time to rush to help you with any situation, even if it's just listening to you vent about your day. they'll also have your back, through thick and thin. though it may not seem like it because of their aggressiveness toward strangers, wes is not easily angered by people they know and/or like and isn't one to hold grudges. they are quick to try to find a solution to any problem or argument that they're having with someone. another benefit to being friends with wes is his reliability--they will always have your back. if you need someone to beat up an enemy or anything else, wes is your guy. they are loyal, reliable, hard to anger, and yet very forgiving. but, that's all given you're able to break down their walls. wes is not very trusting due to have being bullied as a child, and it's hard to break through and see the real them. at any sign of weakness, they check themselves and make sure they're not letting anyone in that they shouldn't. they're very weary with who they get invovled with.


L I K E S


documentaries


books


night time


dark rooms


soft blankets


big dogs


stormy weather


goats


D I S L I K E S


alcohol


cats


busy social events


parties in general


feeling weak


soda


cigarettes


stress


A S P I R A T I O N S


become a psychologist


move to venice


make their parents proud


have a goat farm


F E A R S


not dying


being tortured


wasting their live being stressed


bugs


Q U I R K S


picks at the scar on his cheek


easily distracted


stops in the middle of conversations to pursue other interests


talks to animals before their owners
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B I O G R A P H Y


*trigger warning: frequent mention of death*


westley "wes" fitzgerald cardone was born on july 2nd in queens, new york. they grew up somewhat distant to their family, as their mother, avalia, left every morning on the train to go to work in manhattan and their father stayed home to care for wes and their twin sister, karlie. wes was never very close to karlie, especially because karlie was much more social than wes. since a young age, the boy would always prefer to read or watch tv over socializing or playing like his sister did. one night, after being left unsupervised for several hours while their father fell asleep and their mother was at work, wes watched an entire season of a fictional crime show. they were fascinated by the idea of death, and began to voice their ideas to their parents, who quickly sent wes to a therapist. it didn't work, however, as wes would go to therapy and continue to rattle about their ideas and opinions on the nature of life and death. wes's parents made the decision to keep them out of school temporarily until they could find out how to coax them out of their obsession with the passing of other humans and animals.


in fifth grade, wes began to pretend not to be interested in death anymore so they could go to public school. their sister already attended, and wes also wanted the excitement she always spoke about. finally, in the sixth grade, wes was allowed to go to public school. on his first day, however, a bird flew into the window of their classroom. wes immediately began to describe the steps of resuscitation to the teacher. the other kids laughed and taunted wes, calling them names like "bird turd" and "birdy". birdy was one name that stuck with them all through his public school life, to the point where even teachers would refer to them by the hurtful name. the bullying quickly escalated and became both verbal and physical. by eighth grade, karlie, too, had fallen into the fad or tormenting the innocent boy. it was the breaking point for wes and they constructed internal emotional walls. from then on, they promised themself never to trust too easily or let anyone get to them. they still stand by the philosophy.


T H E M E l S O N G



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C O L O R


wes's color, without a doubt, is a soft, dark green--like the color of the leaves on a tree in winter. like one of the many trees in a vast forest, wes is surrounded by beings exactly like them, unidentifiable with all of the duplicates surrounding them. they don't feel special or different, and they can be intimidating at times, but in the end, green is a soft color, just like wes is a soft person. it might not seem like it at first, but as time passes, it's more obvious that wes is capable of being a kind person.


F A T E D


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R E L A T I O N S H I P S


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I N l T H E l D A R K

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[z e p h y r]

a u t u m n x t a n a x f i o r i n a

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NO

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ONE

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WILL

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LOVE

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- autumn tana fiorina


- call her autumn
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- twenty one


- demisexual/romantic
​

- cisgender female


- she/her
​

- february 2


- aquarius
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YOU

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IF

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YOU'RE

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UNATTRACTIVE

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x

appearance


everyone tells her that she look more like her mom, which is true. they have the same strawberry blonde hair, even though she dyes it because she thinks silver suits her more. they also have the same long face. many people tell autumn that her face reminds them of a raven, but most of it is makeup. her eyes aren't really gray, either--they're dark brown. she uses colored contacts. but she thinks neutral tones of black and white suit her more than the tones she was born with. even though she uses a lot of makeup, she does have naturally high, dramatic cheek bones.


hair color


naturally strawberry blonde/ginger, but she dyes it silver.


eye color


dark brown, but she uses contacts to make them gray.


height


5ft. 6in. or 167 cm.


weight


124 lbs. or 56.2 kg


unique features


autumn's cheekbones are definitely her most outstanding feature. they're very sharp and high, and she doesn't need makeup to highlight them, but she uses contouring anyway. another unique feature is her large, round eyes.
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vices


conceited: autumn will always, without fail, put herself before others. she worries too much about herself and is always quick to change the topic of conversation to herself.


insecure: autumn gets extremely insecure and self-conscious, no matter where she is or who she's around. this is the reason that she flirts so much: for validation.


melancholy: even in the happiest of times, autumn always has a sad undertone. she doesn't always show it but she assumes the worst in every situation and is easily upset.


erratic: more than half the things that autumn does are on a whim. she's extremely unpredictable, in her actions and emotions, and can freak out on you because of the slightest thing.


resentful: five words: don't. fuck. with. autumn. fiorina. she will go ballistic if you do her wrong and is the queen of karma. she holds grudges like you wouldn't believe, and revenge is her middle name.


virtues


persistent: autumn is one to hold through in any situation. she doesn't give up easily and is also very competitive, and once she puts her mind to something she will complete it.


daring: unpredictability is what autumn is best known for. she will do random things, especially dangerous ones, just for the thrill of it, at any time.


passionate: autumn gets very passionate about things she cares about and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. she gets excited by the things she loves and makes sure everyone knows it.


vital: her livelihood is another very outstanding trait of autumn's. she's easily excited and gets very energized when doing things that she's interested in.


ambitious: like previously mentioned, autumn is very competitive and can do almost anything she puts her mind to. when she wants something, her entire being becomes involved in that specific something.


likes


fashion


aesthetics


cold or rainy weather


soft blankets


movie theaters


hotel rooms


polaroids


scented candles


dislikes


lakes/pools/the ocean


tea


warm weather


dirt/mud/filth


spicy food


flying in coach


hot weather


sandals


aspirations


find her "calling", or what she wants to do with her life


complete all items on her bucket list


fears


drowning


falling in love with someone who doesn't love her


clowns or circuses


quirks


pulls at loose threads on clothes


changes her makeup and clothes at least twice every day


grabs and holds people's hands when having a conversation
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backstory


autumn tana fiorina was born on february 1st, the stars aligning perfectly to gift her with an aquarius zodiac, which is completely fitting to her heartless personality. she was born in the town in which both her parents were also born: las vegas, nevada. her mother, tana rhee-fiorina, was a stay-at-home mom while her dad daniel and older brother daniel jr. worked together at a used car shop, which daniel owned. daniel jr., or dj, was ten years older than her. he worked in the shop part time every chance he got, even without pay. he loved autumn dearly and taught her many things, including how to play the acoustic guitar--a skill she doesn't utilize often but still remembers. autumn and dj were very close, and their relationship moreso resembled a father-daughter relationship than the relationship between autumn and daniel sr.


when autumn was eight, her brother, best friend, and main father figure dj made the decision to join the navy. much to daniel and tana's dismay, he left almost immediately. he contacted them as much as he could, mostly asking about autumn, who felt betrayed by the sudden action and no longer felt as close to him. as much as he tried to contact her and mend their relationship, autumn wouldn't have it. any time he came home to visit, she'd be ecstatic but refused to show at as not to give him the satisfaction of her happiness. she wanted him to hurt as much as she had when he left.


when autumn turned fourteen, her parents split. she and her mother moved away while her father stayed home in las vegas. any time dj came home, he would stay with daniel instead of tana. he begged and urged autumn to come back to nevada to see him, but she never wanted to. instead of trusting him and being happy he was home, she pushed him out, as she would begin to do with everyone in her life. as time grew on, she began to get insecure and worry that people were going to leave her like dj had. his actions put a dent on her that would last for the rest of her life, and she refuses to forgive him for it.


color


autumn's color, without a doubt, is white. white, like the color of snow, cold and icy, but also white, like the color of the stars in the night sky: beautiful, but from a distance. white, by itself, can be blinding, but at the same time, it can make anything lighter.


fated


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