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I May Have Been Born As [ Caroline Annie Noel ],
But Please, Call Me [ Caroline ].
I Date Back [ 17 ] Years,
And Was Born A [ Female ]
But That Doesn't Stop Me From Being [ Straight ]...


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Get To Know Me First::--

In The Mirror:: In the mirror I see the reflection of a teenage french girl who has endured many hardships in her life. Though these obstacles have been carefully masked with smiles and laughter with friends and family. I also see beautiful uniquely green colored pairs of iris' inherited from her father's side of the family. As for her long flowing dark hair she has received that from her mother. If I look closely at my pale and smooth skin I will notice a small hint of pink present in my cheeks. Although it is hard to see past my petite stature I am about 5 8" and in good healthy shape.
If you wish to look at me in an emotional point of view, I have grieved over my father's death for many years. Once I became a teenager I decided to start a new leaf, life is short. I began to act more more cheerful once I began to engage in activities with kids my own age. Slowly and surely my emotional state began to change from negative to positive.

A Look Inside:: A look into Caroline's soul would show a a polite, timid, intelligent and quiet girl. She was raised with proper etiquette as well a great knowing of literature and music. This female also finds interest in certain sorts of dancing such as dancing and tap. Caroline is the type who tries to blend in with the crowd every now and then, she doesn't like to attract any unwanted attention upon herself. Though when the time comes anything she finds great passion in she'll try to excel at including sports.
One bit of a flaw this female holds is her shyness around men, she never been though comfortable around. Through out her life she's decided to stray away from them leaving contact to a minimum. There were a few daring males who had mustered upthe courage to ask her on a date only to be answered with a soft "no". Caroline rather stick around people of her gender who have said she is one of the kindest people a person can ever meet.
In school Caroline is known to be successful both academically and athletically. She works hard to receive good marks and grades in her classes her favorites include Language Arts, Music, and French. Caroline isn’t in the top ten’s list of her school, though she working her hardest to be among the best. As for sports she takes great joy in running Track and playing Tennis. The teen believes these two activities to be a way to escape the problems she sometimes faces in her high school life.

I Should Write A Book:: Caroline Noel was born in the city of lights Paris, France to two wonderful parents who went by the names of Paul and Marie Noel . The young girl lived a perfect life blessed with a happy-go-lucky personality, lovely parents, a two story home, and all the attention she received from all her peers. This family had it all, the 8 year old could remember the trips to the park or even to the quiet countryside. The laughter, the singing, the hugs and bedtime stories it seemed nothing could ever go wrong. This happiness was unfortunately cut short one dark and late night at the age of 8 when her father's life was taken away from a group of teenage drunk drivers on his way home from work, the accident was awful both cars were totaled and nobody had gotten out alive. After his death the Noel residence was never the same it was now filled with an eerie silence and sadness, the bright atmosphere that use to occupy the home slowly faded away. As for the remaining Noel family life was noel dim and dull. Caroline remembered everything clearly from her mother bursting into tears after getting the horrible call from the hospital to tightly holding her mother's hand at the funeral watching the black coffin being lowered down into a dark hole. The female knew that this would change their lives forever.
As soon as Caroline turned 17 Marie had decided enough was enough all theses years of depression had to come to an end. To escape any more memories of her late husband Ms. Noel whisked her child away to the grand United States where she and her child would be able to start a new. As for Caroline the idea of change wasn't going to well for her, she'd have to leave behind everyting and anything she knew and cared about. Unlike her mother he had moved on passed her father's death even though she did privately shed a tear every now and then, life for her had somewhat regained it's cheerfulness. Once she and her mother had settled in their new home, the dark-haired girl knew what she had to do ... run away. With tears, her belongings, and a letter Caroline called a taxi while her mother was away at work. It was a very hard decision and it had taken many weeks of thought, but it seemed to be the only way Caroline was only a child form of her father which meant everyday her maman would be reminded of her papa. She would of course keep contact with her mother although her location would stay secret, it wasn't as if she want to cut all ties with the person who had given birth to her. Being new to the country the green eyed girl had not clue where to travel and first went to a nearby strange town. Everyone seemed to be dark, mysterious, and even a little dangerous the teen had taken a few hesitant steps towards a group of three wondering if they knew where the nearest hotel was located. Instead of being answered with directions she was met with mischivious, Caroline was violently kidnapped and was even knocked from a hard blow to the head. She now awoke in a cage frightened, confused, and cold as to what would come next.

A Life For Me:: I'm quite new, I lack the experience in this trade that most others have.
Wish Upon A Star:: Currently in the pursuit of some amount of happiness
My Words Don't Matter:: Reach for the stars if you dont succeed at first don't hesitate to try again.

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Above All, A Slave::--

Treat Me Right:: I'm a bit confused as to what I want, just as someone caring decides to take me home with them I think I'll be alright
I Wear Them Well:: White, Light blue,Yellow
I Can Be What You Need:: Pen, Cloud
You Own Me:: ---

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While We're Talking::--

Smiles::

✔ Sweets
✔ Music
✔ Creativity
✔ Company
✔ Learning/Reading
✔ Nature
✔ Kindness

Sorrows::

✘ Blood
✘ Violence
✘ Solitude
✘ Darkness
✘ Silence
✘ Unwanted Sexual Attention
✘ Pressure

Shivers:: Losing anything I cherish most. There are some things that can be taken away and never given back no matter how hard you try.
All Just To Make Me Crazy:: Loving gestures such as hugging, kissing, even a little carress to the cheek. It all makes me feel all nice and warm inside.
But Is It Bad:: I frown upon any sort of fighting, I find these sort of things are unecessary in my point of view.
Press Play:: Chasing Pavements- Adele


Behind The Veil::--

Color Me Pretty::
Pea- Green M&M

A Slave For You:: HeavenPrincess23

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I May Have Been Born As [nιcнolaѕ jaмeѕ тrυeнarт],
But I Insist That You Call Me [nιcĸ ιѕ fιne, тнoυgн ι'd мυcн raтнer вe called nιcнolaѕ ].
I Date Back [тwenтy-тwo] Years,
And Was Born A [мale]
But That Doesn't Stop Me From Being [100% ѕтraιgнт]...


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Get To Know Me First::--

In The Mirror::

" looĸ ιn a мιrror and one тнιng'ѕ ѕυre; wнaт we ѕee ιѕ noт wнo we are. ”

When I take a glance at my reflection I first begin to analyze my outer appearance. There’s a head of bountiful amounts of warm and inviting brown locks, made for my companion to run her fingers through when sharing a moment of intimacy. I’ve been told that my common light brown irises are one of my most striking features, gentle, soft, and caring. Though I don't always completely agree.

My skin is neither too pale nor too tan just the right blend smack dab in the middle. Just another average Caucasian male, I suppose. I shave often, wouldn't want a chin full of hair. I like to keep my body healthy and in shape. Whenever there is just enough free time from pleasing my fiance or from my patients and their one too many problems I try to spend it exercising. Whether it be swimming laps in a private pool, riding a bicycle along the quiet trails of the Golden Gate Park, or even running along the shoreline of Baker Beach. The more physically fit you are, the longer you live right?

From my attire I can see that my young life has been successful thus far. My profession requires me to wear something appropriate at all times, meaning my outfit must consist of a tie. Although I don't find it true, when did sitting around in a suit ever postively change a patient's thoughts and feelings? A peek down at my hands reveals an engagement ring on one of my fingers. I guess it indicates my love life has seemed to have reached it’s all time high.

Don't try to judge this book by it's cover. Inside I'm just as mysterious as the next guy. Although I always seem cool and collected it's kind of a challenge to think of what might escape my lips next. Like a book you'll have to stick through the very end to see how I finish.

A Look Inside:: Personality, 3+ Par

I Should Write A Book::

On December 13th at 12:13 AM in the well-known and populated city of San Francisco, California a woman by the name of Elizabeth Truehart had successfully given birth to her first of two children. Cradling the cooing pinked cheeked baby in her arms, she was overcome with joy at the sight of her son gently tracing her finger down his delicate features. Meanwhile her more than proud husband Ben Truehart had already begun boasting to the nurses and doctor of the many father-son activities they would take part of with each other. The name of her newborn boy had suddenly rushed into her head like an idea strikes an inventor. “I’ll name him Nicholas …. Nicholas James Truehart” she whispered ever so lovingly. All seemed well for this American family two years later the happiness was only added on when the second addition to the Truehart house would be born the light haired and blue eyed, Crystal. Another Disney happily ever after looking story, right? Well you wrong…

Around the age of ten Nicholas had immediately noticed a certain change around their once close and happy family. Day after long day it seemed he and his sister were seeing more of their nannies and less of their parents. The Saturday picnics and evening movies came to a painful end, and the “Goodnight sweetie” and “Sleep tight buddy” quickly evaporated from existence. They had even began to miss the most important of days Christmas, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, why stop there? They were even missing out on birthdays.

The little time the family of four spent together during dinner would often be interrupted by the beeping of Mrs. Truehart’s beeper and the loud annoying ringtones coming from Mr. Truehart’s cell phone. This could only mean one thing … The two were to go to another 'important' business trip to some new location. And every time it was the same and familiar situation for the children, they would stand hand in hand waving goodbye to their very busy parents. Trying their very hardest to keep a toothy grin plastered on their little faces. As soon as the yellow cab was out of sight Crystal would begin sobbing as Nicholas could only consult her, the same were words were repeated “D-Don’t worry, they’ll come back soon”.

Years had passed before Ben and Elizabeth Truehart had decided to slow down, but it was already too late. Chrystal had already begun developing into a responsible female capable of making her own decisions especially when it came to teenage boys. Nicholas had already breezed his way through high school prepared for college at the tender age of seventeen. During their many absences the brown headed lad had been working hard continuing the family ways. Work now and work later. He had spent his teenage years differently from most Californian kids. No surfing, swimming, sun bathing, volleyball, or even parties.

His many tutors always lectured there was no need for such distractions. That didn’t stop Nicholas from leaving some spare time for girls, what man could ever resist them? Those curves, the eyes, the hair, those plump lips and giggling they were truly God’s idea of temptation. A little flirting from them to time never hurt anyone. His eyes were already set for one school, Stanford where he could continue his studies and keep a close eye on his growing sister, among other things. College was known as the place where people could experiment with just about anything, correct? Whenever his nose wasn’t stuck in an Anatomy or Psychology book he was most likely seen with some of the opposite gender, more than eager to learn what made them tick. Though not enough to get an STD or any other disgusting disease lurking about the horny college students .

That was when he lay his chestnut colored eyes upon on girl Rebecca White, it was love at first sight. A lovely specimen she was just what ever guy wanted in their bed and what every girl wanted to be. Cute, intelligent, caring and more. It is said the love makes you blind, well this is exactly what had happened in Nick's case. After only one year he had proposed, many had gone against the idea while others just thought it was something to fill up that empty void in his heart. It was obvious everything was a bit too rushed.This Truehart was beginning to have it all at the age of twenty-two, everything seemed to be going nowhere but up ... until that unfaithful night. Nicholas had told Rebecca he would return home late that night, when he was actually bribing a maitre-D at one of the most well-known restaurants in California. It was something he had planned to do before leaving for some convention in Oregon for those who were seeking a job in psychology. It's a challenge to get good reservations unless your a celebrity these days.

As his keys clicked into the lock of his 3 bedroom appartment, Nicholas was content ready to announce his little surprise. Though once he stepped in he couldn't help but hear something, something he only heard his fiance do when he was present. Hesitantly walking down the hallway the sound only grew louder, passionnate moans and heavy breathing coming right from their bedroom. What was the meaning of this ?What was going on? Slowly opening the door Nicholas' worst fears had immediately come true. His amour was having an affair, making love to some stranger in his very own bed. Although Nicholas wanted to vent out, yell and act violently anything just to make that cheater feel horrible and terrible, go exactly experience the same exact emotional roller coaster he was currently on. His hands were slightly trembling he wasn't to sure if it was the shock or anger as he was currently stuck in the same spot unable to move in further. He wanted ask her what the hell she was doing and why? After all he had done to make sure their life would be happy, something to make sure he wouldn't continue going through what he had lived as a child, alone. All he could do is stare as she tried to best to cover herself as well as her lover with the white sheets "I-It's not what it looks l-like" she breathed beginning to tear with her flushed face obviously embarrassed in the state she had been caught in. Nicholas's eyes shifted from her bare body to that of the man laying beside her, he was no more special than himself. A lot more inferior in his point of view. The soon to be psychologist mustered up the courage to say four words he thought he never have to speak especially to her. " I-I want you out" was all Nick could whisper looking down at his shoes before walking out balling up his fist upset he hadn't done anything more. Before walking out the door he could hear her sobbing scrambling to the floor to put on something decent "W-Wait Nick, Wait !" she yelled sniffling. Though he didn't care for at that moment he felt cold and dead inside. One things for sure he had no idea what to do next except try to forget.

Waste The Day Away:: Psychologist
My Friends, They Think:: Open about being a slaveowner? Hidden from everyone? What's the story? 1+ Paragraphs.
Wish Upon A Star:: Forgetting about Her
Don't Quote Me:: She's the sweetest taste of sin,
the more I get the more I want


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Above All, A Master::--

Sweet Or Sour:: How they act as a Master, the sort of person they are once in that 'mode'. How they deal with problematic slaves, etc. 3+ Paragraphs.
A Perfect Match:: Favorite Bracelets.
To Suit My Needs:: Favorite Charms.
My Pretty Pets:: ---------

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While We're Talking::--

Smiles::
Winter
Females
Music
Love
Intelligence
Surprises
Interesting People

Sorrows::
Pain
Cheaters
Heartache
Failure
Rejection
Solitude
Dull People

Shivers::

Death
Blood
Drowning
Strangling
Needles
Tight places

All Just To Make Me Crazy:: A woman's touch is just irritable and exciting don't you think?
But Is It Bad::I can't stand the sight of traitors or uneducated people and I'm not a big fan of rules either.
Press Play:: Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5



Behind The Veil::--

Color Me Pretty:: Posting Colors.
My Own Master::

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