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Ellie May Sparks

- - - you say my name. that is all i need.

_________________________Is The n ą m є . . . __

_This what they call me :_: Sparks or El

_Mama and Papa watched me grow up to :_: Seventeen

_Strut out the card :_: October 31st

____________You t ħ i η к you know me . .__


_You have no idea :_: Right? So you still don't know me by now? I'm Ellie Mae Sparks, age seventeen. Oh, so you want to know about me? So here, goes the story of how my mother and father met. My mother was taking a little vacation off in France. My father, who lived in France, knew the area. My Italian Mother and French father. That's a lovely mix, right? And well..her friends and her were playing a dare..to go and ask the next cute guy they see. It was her turn and she met him. Of course, it didn't really go off. He was sort of a playboy but there was something about him. After a year, they finally hit off. From there on they were girl friend and boyfriend. Years later after settling down, they gave birth to me. I'm the oldest and I have a younger brother who I would anything for. My younger brother is thirteen. He's a little cutie and do remember him when he was five years old- - we didn't fight as much and he wasn't that much of a brat. Kidding. And pretty much since, I've been in second grade, I've met my best friend. She's like family. And we're always having those fun sleepovers, watching movies, and laughing. So yeah, that's how family is like.

You want me to tell you everything? This is going to be another long paragraph. I like strawberries, because they're juicy, sweet, and cute. I like sweets, I slightly have a sweet tooth. I also like books, photos and photographs, butterflies, and coffee. There are many reasons why I like these things maybe because they preserve the memories of things I remember and how it brings you in. I also like gazing at the moon, there is something rather mysterious about it. Don't you think? I do like my sleep or I'm going to be a rather cranky person if I wake up without it. My best friend, who knows me very well and all my secrets. One of the few people I can trust. Next..we have the show of dislikes. I don't like Miss Queen Bee and I suppose that's rather self explanatory. I fear being alone because when I was like little my nanny used to be busy and she really wasn't doing her job. She'd leave me alone and she'd bring home all sorts of people. Not, that my parents every knew about. She'd leave me in my room..I hate being alone. And it's not like I like being dependent on someone. I also fear thunder/lightning because when I was alone and there was severe weather..I'd bundle up in a corner and cry. Shake and wait until it'd all go away. I need distraction, that's all. I dislike sour foods and super sugar coated lies. What is the point of lies? They are just going to keep building up and up, until you can't take it anymore.

So parents made us go to school and we learned...Where I grow up, well I've been raised in a couple of private schools as well a public schools. Though I only went to public school once when I was in first grade. The rest my parents decided to enroll me in a private school, my mom is a realtor and my dad is lawyer. I mean sure private schools are different, there are all sorts of people and not just your rich folks. It's pretty much a jungle out there. And school besides meeting my best friend..well its meeting that one guy that really just changed my life. After my ex-boyfriend, dumped me. He was there. Yeah, he was the new kid but I genuinely liked him. I think I may have even loved him..but then he broke my heart. He cheated on me. And it's not like I hate him or anything. But even if he broke my heart..he still has it, even if I'm in a relationship that's really just for show.



_Your so hot . . :_: That its so confusing..even though my heart belongs to that boy named Devon


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_Am I crazy, or am I hearing a voice in my head ? :_: [.+BLooDy.RoSe.+]
✖ The New Girl ✖

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✖Mckayleigh Terra Sinclair ✖


❝Even if you're new around town, there's always a way to make an entrance❞


        ✖ Mckayleigh Terra Sinclair

          ●MC, Mckay, Terra, Sin

        ✖ July 4th

          ● Nineteen

        ✖Straight as a line

          ●We'll have to see who makes her hot hot

        ✖Princeton

          ●Psychology

        ✖ The New Girl

          ●used to get high off weed.

        ✖ Biography

          ● Once upon a time, all right. Let's scratch that. Let's start with how her parents met. Her mother, Taylor Walker met her father, Cameron Sinclair at a party. You know the fancy shin dig that parents arrange in a house. At first, she thought Cameron was a bit arrogant. Of course, that all changed because they had to go to a business trip. She had to go. And well she had nothing better to do and she knew that Cameron was there too, she decided to hang out with him. Eight years later, on July 4th they gave birth to muwah. My parents decided to move from Chicago and go live where my mother grew up, Australia. So, I was raised up in Australia, usually used to the hot weather. There I was popular, always in the spotlight. Doing crazy things, that popular girls did with rich money. Of course, I loved to party. And I was pretty much a partying socialite, it wasn't long until I was introduced to that green stuff. It was my dark days, and its really not that great. For a while, it was all I need until I needed to get away from the partying life. That's what my parents claimed. Yeah, I went to rehab. It was hell, but I got out of it. Not my partying ways though.Eventually, I decided to move out, go to college and have a major in psychology. You know it's pretty interesting, seeing what really makes a person tick, especially if you're observant like me.

          ●Right. So, you know the whole business, application after application. She had two choices to study abroad in London or go to New York. She thought, heck why not New York. And then that's when she moved. She wanted a new life style. Especially since her father, is the CEO of an oil company and her mother is a fashion designer. She wanted to continue her lifestyle, of non stop partying and leading the crowd. That's what she loves to do. Course, she knows it won't be easy. But you've got to take one step at a time to conquering New York city. Yes, that means Francesca better watch out.


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LuciaBrennanMichaelis
Life is a Party

★★★★★★★so ʙasıcaʟʟʏ,
        Well, I popped out of my momma's oven on November Twenty and they named me Lucia Brennan Michaelis, just because I am a fairy princess. My full name's kinda a mouthful, so go ahead and call me Lux or Luci. For some strange reason people call me Miss Hard Partier, I don't mind, its pretty accurate.



★★★★★★★oɴ τʜe ouτsıde,
        Don't look at my bab y albums!. Hey! I'm not short infact I'm five feet seven which is way taller than you. Oh yeah, I weigh one hundred eleven pounds which is just right for my height! For some reason people like my hair, I don't know why, its raven haired. Nobody ever compliments me on my amber eyes. Don't be confused I have a tattoo of a cherry blossom branch on the right side of my rib and a tattoo of a pair of sparrows.



★★★★★★★so ʏou waɴɴa ʜeaʀn mʏ sτoʀʏ?

        School. Yeah. We all have this big idea of having this short of dream clique. And well before I became who I am, raging party addict. I was actually trying to find the short of clique I belonged in. That was middle school for you. Things got complicated just because we were introduced to raging hormones and such. Still, I think elementary were the golden days, just cause girls weren't bitchy and boys were still icky. Anyways, middle school I practically was switching from one group to another. Trying to find something that fit me. Something where I could be me. That well never really worked. Until 8th grade I was introduced to a real party. There I was introduced to this clique that sort of inspired me.So in ninth grade, I joined the clique filled with the partiers and the popular people. That's where I belong. That's where I am. Though maybe deep down it really isn't my dream clique. You know the ones that get along. The ones that don't fight. All close together..sort of like a family. No drama. This is high school, the estrogen levels are off the rockets and so is the testosterone. So, there's bound to be some drama.


        Hey-o! I'm Lucia "Lux" BrennanMichealis. So you kiddies, wanna hear the story? So, let's go all the way back to how my mother and my father met. My mother was taking a little vacation off in France. My father, who lived in France, knew the area. My Italian Mother and French father. My mother now owns a flower shop and my father is a lawyer. That's a lovely mix, right? Isn't it just adorable? And well..her friends and her were playing a dare..to go and ask the next cute guy they see. It was her turn and she met him. Of course, it didn't really go off. He was sort of a playboy but there was something about him. After a year, they finally hit off. From there on they were girl friend and boyfriend. Years later after settling down, they gave birth to me. I'm the oldest and I have a younger brother who I would anything for. My younger brother is thirteen. He's a little cutie and do remember him when he was five years old- - we didn't fight as much and he wasn't that much of a brat. Kidding. Yes, we're a lovely family of four. That's the way. Please, I hope you weren't expecting some sob sob story.

        Why? You actually want to know why I want to join Club loser? I think I can of touched it up over in the first paragraph. Mostly because I want to find a REAL clique where I'm REALLY comfortable. A place where I can really be me. And I thought Club Loser would be it. Also, if we really were close friends. It'd be kind of cool, don't you think? No, maybe we wouldn't be a family. Something close to that. I just wonder if we will get to that. I know the clique I hang around with, the partiers and the popular kids, I think they're just full of selves(mostly the popular kids). And well, they don't really tell you everything. Its more like sometimes, they'll be talking about some other chick from this clique or someone from our clique. And what ever happened to being blunt? Well, I'm hoping Loser Club can do that. I hope that it can change me. And nah, it won't change my partying ways.


★★★★★★★τʜıs ʀeaʟʟʏ me
        Getting on to know about me. You just want to know it all? Don't you? I tend to be sarcastic, just cause. I think someone has to do that job, don't you think? I am highly optimistic. I constantly hope and I like to think that its better than being pessimistic. Yeah, sure I'm not going to be happy hap all the time, but its good to be like that. Cause well, if you think about bad things, don't bad things happen. I do have a strong opinion, but I don't talk about it. I just go with the flow. And I really don't mind that. I know, I'm not perfect at all.

        I'm sociable. Yes, I do know a lot of people at school. Even so, I don't always spare them a hi or bye. I hang with the people, that I hang out with because they are there for me. They are my friends. And well I've been told that I've been sort of the life of the party. That when I party and don't stop it makes people smile. I don't know how I do it. So don't even try asking me. I'm independent and I don't like to rely on others a lot. I think its good to rely on yourself. So, yeah. Even though I gave you that whole dream talk about trusting and being kind to each other, I do have trust issues.

        Next, I'm rebellious. I don't really like to do what I'm told, unless I'm at school. Cause, well duh you have to do it. Other than that, I don't like listening to anybody in my clique. I'm my own person, aren't I? Guess, that meshes with the whole independent thing. I'm stubborn and I don't like to be proven wrong unless you give me the facts. You show me proof, then I believe you. That's pretty, it. I think that really does cover my personality don't you think? Now, I think its time to get you out of here. I think you've learned too much about Lucia "Lux" Michealis, and that isn't such a bad thing.


★★★★★★★ maκe mʏ daʏ or maκe me pυκe

        Coffee
        Cigarettes
        All nighters
        Parties
        Socializing
        Motorcycles
        Sweet Foods
        Alcohol
        Having a good time
        Clowns
        Dolls
        Lies
        Rain
        Gossip
        Lame parties



★★★★★★★sτoρ scarιng me

        Lightning/Thunder
        Heights
        Being Alone


★★★★★★★sound τrack of mʏ ʟıfe
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A dreamer always hopeful of romance and adventure



                              Natalie Raven King
                              Eighteen
                              fairy princess



                      Hey, there I’m Natalie Raven King and welcome to my life story. Gather around and listen up kiddies, I’m sure you’re going to buckle up for one heck of an adventure. My mother, Rose Olarte was neighbors with my father Tyler King. Neighbors actually took the time to actually know one another, so I think it was better back then. She was the new kid on the block in London, England. My mother is Irish and my father is British. Fun mix, huh? They coincidentally went to the same school and my mother wasn’t all that great in chemistry. So guess who her tutor was? Yours truly, Tyler King and eventually those two became high school sweethearts. Fifteen years later, they gave birth to me, Natalie Raven King. I actually grew up in London and might I daresay that I love that place. It was when I was ten that I finally moved away from the home I love. Then I was introduced to a new place that I gradually came to love and that was Westport, Maine. When I was twelve, my mother gave birth to my baby sister, Terra King. Currently she is six years old. So you want to hear about my parents career? My father is a lawyer while my mother is an artist. And I must say that is where I get my talents. Yes, I love to read and such but I like expression through art. Yes, painting, sculpting, drawing, photography, and some fashion here and there. How did I come to love this place, Westport?

                      Here goes kiddies, on July 4th I spent it on the beach with my family. Yes, yes there were fireworks. Illegal ones, but nonetheless it was enjoyable. It was so peaceful and believe me, I love peace. I liked that day because I was able to collect shells and swim in the ocean. Honestly, I think the ocean is such a mystery. And yes, that’s why I love Westport because of the beach. I don’t know but it made me come to appreciate where I grew up as a teenager. So the trip that we are all going to take, I’m pretty much excited about it. I think traveling is awesome and I must say I’m an adventurous person, I want to see the world and then I’d be able to say I saw various places. It’d be awesome. Question: do you believe in love? Ha. Its hard for me to say, I haven’t really experience love, I have had a couple of hooks up here and there but right at this moment I’m skeptical about it. Until I have experience it, defined it, and felt it then I will choose to believe in love at that moment. I may be hopefully for it, but that is what I truly feel on the subject about love.

                      You want to hear more? Oh, you’re making me blush. I’m always kind out of it sometimes and that’s just because I’m dreaming. Sometimes of a different reality, sometimes about my dreams. Though you should always know, I’m always dreaming. Also, don’t be scared to if I capture you on the camera. Its for my memoirs. Sometimes, I'm calm but other times I can be miss sunshine. And I tend to act mature but you know I can be playful at the same time. Anyways, let's get to California!
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'd rather be a mystery than anythingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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                                  She'd been debriefed for about three hours. It was a very long explanation on how she was supposed to take over Sarah Walker's job. On how, she was supposed to watch over the subject: Chuck Bartowski. Apparently, the US government believed that it was time for Chuck to get a new handler. And guess who was the new handler? Her. She didn't understand what made them pick her. She wasn't someone that wanted to babysit another person. Though she couldn't complain, they assigned her to the mission and she was going to have to take it. She wasn't he boss just one of Russia's top agents and apparently the US government had read her file. It would be thrilling to see a new place and fresh faces and it would be exciting if to go to California. It was going to be a new day for her, Raven Olivia Mihailov. A bright new start for herself.

                                  Raven had finished up packing up her things. Her blue green eyes took a scan at her own fancy apartment. A lovely view of the streets of Russia and the people that were always passing by. The coffee table, her black leather couch, the plasma TV screen that lay across from it. The paint that was newly painted. She would be leaving this place and she wouldn't know when she would come back. It was funny just thinking about it, how she never interacted with neighbor next door a young couple, who recently had a baby or the man across the street that always stopped by for coffee down the street, he was always eying her. Her slender figure went to the box and finished taping it. They would move it to her new location. Raven walked gracefully towards the sharpie on the mahogany desk. There was a scratching noise as she marked the box with her name. Then she began moving all her items towards the lobby. She'd called for a taxi and it parked on the curb. "Where to?"Raven looked at him, "Domodedovo Airport, please."

                                  He'd put her things in the trunk and she got in. She was just like any normal citizen, well at lest she looked like it. She had heard that California had been sunny so she packed clothes that suited the weather. In addition, to her job she had learned six other languages and she could speak English, but sometimes her accent would seep through. It would take twelve hours just to get to California. It was going to be a long trip. Though they had been nice to supply her with a first class ticket. Raven was taking her last look of Moscow, Russia. It had taken a while but she had finally reached the airport. She slid her credit card and gave him a tip with money. Once that was finished, she walked into airport. With that, she easily went through airport security, despite the long line. Eventually, it was time to leave Russia for a while. "I'll be your pilot for the trip to Los Angeles, California. Please, enjoy your flight."With that, Raven relaxed in her chair. She paid no attention to the man in the business suit that was next to her. She was lucky that she had gotten the window seat.

                                  She took out laptop and began looking through the case files. Raven was also going to work with John Casey in addition to handling Chuck. Raven was going to work at the Orange Orange as cover up, but it was actually their operation base. Raven decided she would meet Chuck first and maybe he could show her around. Then she would get down to business and she would have to be ready for whatever mission the CIA threw at her. That's what Raven planned on. Nothing else, everything would be smooth running and then sooner or later she'd go back to Russia and then they would assign him a new handler. It was going to be one long flight. Raven would find sometime to occupy herself throughout the flight.

                                  Raven had some champagne here and there during the flight. There was a pit stop and then they had to be back in the air. Eventually, it was time to get off the plane. She had arrived at her destination. California. It had been sunny and her sky blue dress seemed appropriate. She'd arrived in the afternoon. She'd stop by her new place and put her stuff. Get herself settled in a bit and then go visit Chuck at the Buy More. The place was crawling with all sorts of people, as she looked around. Businessmen, Women, Family, and etc. Well, that was expected but since she was from Russia, she felt like she foreign around here. In fact, that was the truth. She'd grabbed all her things and put it on the cart. Here, it is. Welcome, to Los Angeles Raven. It took a few minutes until she got in the cab. It smelled like cigarettes and she could only guess that her taxi driver smoked. "Where to?"She rummaged through her purse and handed him a piece of paper. "All right. You're not around from here, I take it?"he asked her. Raven sighed, he just wanted to start a conversation didn't he. "No, I'm from Russia."her accent seeping through a bit.

                                  "I see, I see."he commented. She just nodded. She had masked on a stoic face. Raven didn't trust anyone because one of her missions had jeopardized that in fact. She had trusted him and then he shot one of their operatives and back then she wasn't the person she was now, she wasn't sure to kill him or not. Of course, in the end someone else did. And she had to face that he in fact was a double agent. A double crosser. His name was Cameron, Cameron Taylor Michealis. Raven wasn't paying attention to him but apparently he had asked her a question since he was looking the rear view mirror. "Pardon me, what did you say?"she questioned. "What do you plan on doing here? Any reason why you want to be here in California?"She hadn't come up with why, but she could come up with a lie, just like that. "Oh, I'm actually a foreign exchange college student. Just finishing up a little of my major in art here. Then I'll be back in Russia."He nodded. And then the rest of the ride was quiet except for the radio playing.

                                  It was nice to have it quiet. She preferred it that way. Ever since that whole mission had gone awry. Raven took a look in the mirror seeing her raven hair slightly messy. She fixed it a bit and then went back to gazing through the window. It was sunny and bright. It wasn't as cold as it was in Russia and it was a nice feeling for her pallor skin. The smell of the cigarettes was getting to her but she'd rather not say anything about it. They eventually arrived at the apartment complex. "Thanks, here you go."Paying him US dollars. She got her things and went into the apartment complex. Raven had rummaged through her purse for the key as her two suitcases, two boxes, and a back pack were against the wall. She opened it to see a queen sized bed, a little table by the window and two chairs. A plasma TV screen across from her bed. It was like staying in a hotel sort of. There were some intricate designs on the wall. Raven began moving her stuff. With that, she was thinking of how to get to the Buy More.

                                  Raven would have to take the bus until she purchased a car. She took her purse and then she locked her new home. She walked trying to find where the bus stop was. Raven asked a person who was passing by. "Excuse me, do you think you can tell me how to get to the Buy More?"The girl had replied, "You take the 118 Bus Stop, and then just wait until you hit Van Nuys. Once there walk one block east and you'll be there." At least, people were being nice around here. "Thanks so much."She followed the woman's instructions and thirty minutes later she was at the Buy More. Raven walked in looking around for where Chuck could it be. The last time she look at her cell phone it was around 4:30. She watched as some people were helping costumers. One of the employees camp up to her Lester went up to her, "Can I help you?"He was shorter than her, he had hair sort of similar to hers. "I'm looking for Chuck. Do you know where I could find him?"She was waiting for his answer. He thought about it and replied, "Yeah, I'll take you there."Raven began following him as he took her to Chuck.




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Haruka Mika Natsume


            You better know the basics!

              Remember the name! Haruka Mika Natsume
              So many candles! eighteen
              I wear a wig! Sike! straight raven hair
              These eyes see it all! dark brown
              I doubt you know my BIRTH-DAY! ( January Twenty-Seven
              Glue my lips with yours! magic tape! these words are sealed

              I'm so tall! Five feet
              So much fudge and hot dogs! one hundred five


            Do you know me really!?

            Alright, so this is simple. Biography goes here, this will be in First person of course and will be 5-6 paragraphs. I'm not asking for much and you should be able to make 5-6 paragraphs WITH AT LEAST 4-5 SENTENCES that actually make sense. Go ahead, talk about your character's life, parents, full on life, school, drama, why their they way they are, blah blah blah. Give out their dreams and goals, blah blah blah! xD. Anyways, don't make any sob stories or perfect lives because NOTHING is perfect, plus the fact you should know that your character's all have flaws but not THAT many. CAPS RULE.


            I'm a bit crazy!

            And so we have gone right to the personality section of things, stick to what you have gotten or what I have assigned. No just kidding but you have to match their zodiacs a little bit, I don't want Miss b***h all nice and goody-goody with the greatest personality ever, it won't be accepted. Add your own personalities, I don't care, whatever makes you type more. Oh right, the length should be at LEAST two paragraphs with 5-6 sentences.


            Gimme Gimme Gimme!

            ☀Beach
            ☀Sweets
            ☀Music
            ☀Parties
            ☀Socializing
            ☀Stuffed Animals
            ☀Doodles
            ☀Exercise
            ☀Coffee
            ☀Fashion Designing


            Baka! I'll gouge your eyes out!

            ☂Boring things
            ☂Rainy Days
            ☂Thunder/lightning
            ☂Clowns
            ☂Creepy Dolls
            ☂Rude People
            ☂Not being independent
            ☂Having no attention at all
            ☂Spoiled Foods
            ☂Ghost stories


            I love this song!

            Theme song here please.


            Sharpies or Rainbow?

            blue violet, medium violetred, slate gray, && light sea green


            The voice in my head says kill you!

            [.+BLooDy.RoSe.+]
۵ The Divine Lightning Demi-Godxxxxxxx»

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        Lucia Phantomhive

        ◊ ◊ You should watch out for someone who's short and half as powerful as the gods. ◊ ◊


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              a femme fetale

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              I've been twenty-one since October 31st, my favorite holiday

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              Lucia is the most mysterious and the shortest one of her family. Lucia stands at about five feet. She stands out from her family since her siblings usually have brunette or blonde hair. She has long(ends at her tailbone) raven hair and she often hides her eyes from the world due to the fact that her siblings made fun of her. The only reason why is because she afraid of showing her eyes to anyone for that matter. If revealed, they are a beautiful turquoise eyes. If you uncover them though, she'll usually give you a glare of some sort. A death glare that usually would give you shivers on your spine. Much like her siblings, she has creamy porcelain skin. Lucia always has the most serious expression upon her face. And she rarely smiles. Even though she is like that, she has been known to have a gentle voice. Like, some girls she has penchant for dressing up in different clothing but she always wears her signature top hot and never forgets to carry around her antique heart shaped necklace.

              Despite, her short stature Lucia indeed has some curves. Which are indeed, inherited by her mother. She will usually wear flattering outfits. Though she does not have the much of a bust. Lucia is slender due to her fast metabolism and she has a small waist. Along, with her short stature, she has dainty feet. Despite, her dainty feet, she is known to be quick as lightning.

          { ۵ }xxlet the t r u ex▪▪▪xcolors { shiine } through

              As, said above Lucia almost always has a serious expression on her face. She is calm under most circumstances unless it is a matter that saddens her or pertains to death itself. Lucia is always thinking, always thinking about the world, the surroundings, people's expressions, and experiences. Due to that, Lucia is unusually observant because she always keeps these mental notes in her head of hers. Having grown up with two younger boy siblings and two girl siblings she has, she has experience in some violence. Yes, that means fighting- - hand to hand combat and fencing. If needed to protect anyone or save herself from danger, she will immediately go into fighting mode. When, she is a fighting mood she is determined to win. In her mind, failure is not an option. And so she must always win.

              Lucia is not a big fan of taking orders from gods, but she knows she must follow their orders because they are higher than her in power and strength. When she does take those orders, she is like a knight. She makes sure she gets the task completed. She's also stubborn and doesn't like to be proven wrong unless you've given her the facts. Facts that have proven you're right and she is wrong. When is working, she is loyal almost like a dog and will fall any order. In a sense, she is obedient.

              When she isn't working for the gods and is in the comfort of her villa she is usually barking orders to maids. No, not in a bossy way but in a regal way. For her, it's the only time she can really exert power onto anyways. Lucia is independent and relies on herself most of the time. She doesn't like the idea of being dependent on someone. She will, if she needs if it depends a task that needs more than one person's help. Lucia if she is in a good mood, is seen to be charming and flirtatious. She even graces people with a smile here and there, but it is rare for her to be in such a good mood. Lucia is very organized as well, making sure that she knows where she placed one thing.

          { ۵ }xxonce u p o nx▪▪▪xa { tiime }

              Once upon a time . Scratch, scratch. Her mother, Annabeth a lively girl of seventeen was known to flirt shamelessly with men. At, a party she met her match. Of course, it didn't take long for her to fall in love with. It was just as quite easy as pretending she never met after that. Once, in love with him the two were inseparable. Of course, Lucia's grandmother approved as he seemed like a gentlemen and it would seem like that he was able to provide for Annabeth. They didn't expect that he would leave her, pregnant with his child. He left, for he was a god, a god that had to attend to other duties than this little fling. That child was Lucia. Annabeth, her mother went to go find a suitable suitor but she would not abandon that child. She loved him and she loved Lucia. Eventually, she came up with a lie saying that it was his child.

              Lucia had learned some education, as she was home schooled by a teacher. She learned the basics to read and write. To play the piano as well, though she is not skilled as her nine year old sister, Isabella. Lucia also knows knowledge of Latin. She was immersed by learning such things. Lucia liked the idea of learning a new language.

              Lucia was raised in an wealthy family, a family of seven. She is the oldest and was handed down the villa where she currently resides in her. Her family lives pretty close to her but she never visits them unless they are family reunions that she must attend. Even parties. Lucia mostly played with her brothers and she doesn't like the idea of playing with girly and frilly things for that matter. She begged her mother at the age, of ten to let her partake in fencing. With that, she began to become a genius in such a sport. As, she grew older her brothers and sisters realized that there was something weird about Lucia. That in an eerie sense, she had more power than them. Of course, they could never guess that her real father is a god. There were even accidents, accidents with animals. When they went out to the woods(before moving near the beaches), they would always play hide and go seek games. Lucia would play with them.


              While, they were playing Lucia had spotted a rabbit. And she wanted to touch it. So, she touched it, the next thing she knew the thing was on the floor with a crimson liquid from it. She was crying, not understanding what it meant but that it was gone. Her brothers and sisters finding her looked at her, with disgust. Knowing that she had done something bad.(They were only twelve at the time). Eventually, her mother decided to go and move to a place that was low key and new place for her sons and daughters. That place was Landran. When, she was fifteen her brothers and sister deciding making fun of her was the best. Lucia did endured it but said to them, "You may beat me down every single day but when it comes down to it I will always stand still with my head up high." Her mother sensing, that Lucia did not want to be with her family decided that at the age of eighteen, Lucia would inherit a cute and quaint villa that was just for her.

              Ever since, she turned eighteen she lived in the villa.



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          { ۵ }xxthese g ii f t sx▪▪▪xare always { welcome }

              ❤Sweets
              ❤Tea
              ❤Cuddly Things
              ❤Her top hat
              ❤Fencing
              ❤Books
              ❤Different languages

          { ۵ }xxplease t a k ex▪▪▪xthat { away }

              ✖Clowns
              ✖Creepy Dolls
              ✖Boredom
              ✖Stupidity
              ✖Girly things

          { ۵ }xxthey s t r ii k ex▪▪▪xmy { achiilliies } heel

              ☂She hates deep ocean water - - as a cruel prank one of her brothers decided to drown her. Of course, she survived. To this day, she'll touch it but she'll never go in it

          { ۵ }xx k e e p ii n gx▪▪▪xme { occupiied }

              One of her hobbies is fencing. She is always practicing with her instructor everyday. That way she is prepared for anything. Lucia is an avid reader and spends some time in her library reading all sorts of books. Sometimes, she'll even spend a day in there sleeping. She loves a good mystery novel. She also loves to gaze at the moon. She likes it because it is full of mystery and she heard someone say that the moon controls people's emotions. Lucia finds the moon rather interesting. Lucia assumes that's what you can call a hobby.




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          { ۵ }xxthe w a yx▪▪▪xii { swiing }

              Give me someone who won't bore me to death.

          { ۵ }xxmakiing my h e a r tx▪▪▪xskiip a { beat }

              No one has caught my attention

          { ۵ }xxg e t t ii n gx▪▪▪xmy { point } across

              Lucia, being a lightning demi-god has the power to control the electricity in a person's body. Usually results in paralysis or in a coma, if she's merciful or to teach someone a lesson. Or worse, the person can end up dead like the rabbit. Of course, being able to control lightning has it weakness, water. Though controlling lightning can be a mighty powerful thing.

              Lucia's weapon is a dagger that is hidden underneath her choice of dressing or her sword. It's an effective way to kill a person.

          { ۵ }xxb e f o r ex▪▪▪xii { forget }

              She has a ( lightning bolt ) tattoo on her stomach.
              A (c h e r r y b lo s s o m branch) on her rib cage.
              A ( h e a r t shaped b i r t h mark) on her upper right thigh.

          { ۵ }xx l ii k ex▪▪▪xii { always } say

              ❝I'm not that short! ❞
              ❝Tch.. ❞
              ❝I'm at your service.❞
              ❝Life is a game, you have to fight to find what you're worth.❞

          { ۵ }xxlets d a n c ex▪▪▪xto the { musiic }

          { ۵ }xxp a ii n t ii n gx▪▪▪xthis { world }

              Blue Violet
              Dodger Blue
              Slate Gray


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L i t t l e 'O l Me?----------
I W i s h They Didn't. Kaori Sohma
I P r e f e r A Less, Strange N a m e Kao, Kai
C e l e b r a t i o n For Me November Twenty
That M e a n s I Am Seventeen
I've F i g u r e d Out By Now I L i k e femme fetal
That M e a n s I Am straight
T a l l e r Than You five foot eight inches
S k i n n y Enough one hundred ten pounds
When I Look In The M i r r o r you see just this


D e e p I n t o T h i n g s----------
Kaori was born on November Twentieth on 12 AM. Her parents were actually hoping for a boy elder son, they didn't get that wish. A couple of years later, they gave birth to a pair of twin girls. Her dad did not like the fact that she was not a boy, so he didn't talk to her very much. In, the end they had a strained relationship. Her mother, still cares for her, even if she is part of the Sohma's curse. Of course, they don't see each other a lot. They first discovered, that she could transform into a black cat, when she first got a kiss by a boy. The little black cat ran all the way home, looking for a way to transform back. Eventually, she went back to being a human and her mother was surprised. She told Kaori it was for the best if they don't live in the same household, but see each other from time to time. They agreed to that agreement and they sometimes see each other from time to time. Kaori eventually got adopted into the Sohma household.

Kaori has a rather stoic appearance and sometimes it intimidates people. Though she is actually quite friendly. She can be stubborn and won't agree with you if she thinks she is right. She actually can be actually be quite the flirt and doesn't mind flirting with boys here and there. When, she is bored she is usually gazing out, daydreaming. She likes daydreaming about the future or the present- - what could happen. Kaori is also overprotective of the people she loves and hangs around with. She can get a tad bit jealous and people say it is really cute.


B e h i n d T h e S c r e e n----------
M y C h a r a c t e r the cat.
U s e r n a m e[.+BLooDy.RoSe.+]
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Of hanging from the edges breaking off the past
You'll know when to move up - -You'll know when to take all
The right chances
Never looking back



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You'll go off, you'll forget, you'll grow out
Of hanging from the edges breaking off the past
You'll know when to move up - -You'll know when to take all
The right chances
Never looking back



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Hidden beneath the eyes.
Lies what the eyes are afraid of.
What we fear.
What they fear.
Until we've finally broken free of the fixed gaze.

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                                  The petite girl had been slouched on a comfortable couch. It was her couch she had dragged from her somewhat faraway home. A book had been laid out on her chest and it seemed like the woman was sleeping peacefully on the couch. She was unperturbed until a light knock was made on the wooden door. There was no sound uttered from her lips. Someone had barged in without permission. It was one of the maids, Michelle. "My lady."The petite woman would not stir. "Mistress.."she trailed off, and went to go get an ice bucket. She put in some ice and then went over to the couch and she poured the contents onto the sleeping lady. She woke up with a fright. "AH!"They was a huge thud as she fell to the floor. It was another day for the demi-god, Lucia Phantomhive. Lucia sighed, as she brushed off the ice. Lucia had uttered the words, "Fix the ice please."

                                  Lucia walked to her room. She swore sometimes the couch was more comfortable than her bed or maybe it was because she had fallen asleep in the library. One of the joys in her life. She barely had any. She opened her room, and it had a theme of Victorian ages to it. Lucia entered the closet, slipping of the nightgown she had worn to bed. Lucia looked through the closet, putting on a black dress with lace trimmed on the bottom, boots, and her mini top hat that had a skull on it. She looked down to make sure she was wearing her antique heart necklace and she gave a slight smile. Lucia sighed wondering what was on her agenda for today. She would just have to wait. She realized that not a lot of people would be awake at this time. She would have predilection for waking up late but that maid seemed to think sleeping in was not the answer. Lucia went back into the library where the maid was still there. "Madam, here's a letter."Lucia's pale hands grabbed the letter hastily. She wondered what it could be. She tore it, taking out the contents of the letter. It was but a short not saying that her mother would have liked to meet her later today. "Time already."she told herself, as her voice had seemed somehow musical and gentle. She'd dismissed the maid by then. Lucia would have loved to see her mother but not her siblings which were: Charles, Michael, June, and April. Lucia wondered why her mother had named her two sisters after months but she never really questioned it. Though she always wondered why her mother had named her Lucia. She bit her lip, severely irritated.

                                  Her mother would probably bring her siblings would be there. Maybe she could cancel. Ah, that would be it. She never really canceled but she really didn't feel like seeing them at the moment. And it was partially due to the bad memories they gave to her, the oldest of the bunch. The petite twenty-one year old looked at her books. To her, that was all she wanted to spend time with. Lucia was actually reading one of the volumes of Sherlock Holmes. She really did admire mystery or the idea of going missing, even the killing. Luica wondered why humans did that. Yes, she was human to but only par. Was it because of greed or something different all together?

                                  Lucia walked out of the library wanting to get out of the library and go back into her own room. Sometimes, she was restless like that and she couldn't blame herself. She sat down on the satin couch and her window was open. A white feather came through the window and landed on her hand. Lucia almost stood up immediately. For her, that was the single for her to go to the gods world. She wondered why ever felt like seeing her or needing her for some sort of task. She couldn't complain. When, she entered the gods world most of it was running wildly,no nothing bad just servants were going crazy. And she looked around, something must have happened. Maybe with a human or something. She went towards the chamber where all the gods usually sat and debated with matters. "You rang?"her musical voice had a hint of boredom in it.

                                  "We need you to find Break Xerxes. He's back in earth and if I'm not mistaken he should be at your town."a god, was sitting there on his throne.Lucia trying to recall if she had met him, she'd heard of him and maybe she had seen him. "Why's that?"she questioned, like a naive school girl. "We need to talk to him about his behavior and he needs to be reprimanded for what he did earlier."Lucia put her hand on her hip. The other time she ever showed her eyes to anyone was with the gods. She had respected them and she had to show them the utmost respect. Her turquoise eyes gleaming, trying to get used to the different lighting. "Fair enough. I'm at your service."she bowed gracefully. "He's a fellow with snow white hair. You can't miss him. He's hard to miss."Lucia turned around, her eyes striking, "Of course. I'll make sure I bring him back in one piece."

                                  Lucia smiled. She liked this world, it was topsy turvey. Different from earth. Yet, she was going to have to go back to earth once again. Lucia couldn't help but have an attachment to this place.It was a simple fact that she was a demi-god. Sure, she wasn't as powerful as the gods but she liked this place. It was different from earth, and even though people even gods can grow corrupt she believed in a way that the gods were better. She had come back from the gods world back to her place. Knowing what she had to do, she said to one of the maids, "I'm going. Please tell mother that if I don't make it in time of our usual meet that I'm running an important errand."The maid nodded and Lucia walked out the front door. She began to make her way to town. It was going to be a rather long walk but it would be nice for her.

                                  Thirty minutes later, Lucia had made it down to town. She realized she wouldn't have to inquire about him, but just look with her own eyes. Even though her eyesight was blocked due to her bangs covering her eyes, she could still see. Lucia also realized she might have looked out of place but that wasn't what she was trying to do. Lucia didn't go out as much, but she'd been around town and is she wanted thinking she would gaze at the moon by the ocean. It was a better way of doing that. She just didn't know where to find this Break Xerxes. Lucia just wondered why they assumed she was awake and she could do this go find this guy mission.



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                                            The genie was still asleep when she was had appeared on the doorsteps of the dancer's house. The golden lamp sat there, shining brightly as if the sun had been placing in its warmth care. Like any other genie lamp, it had words engraved and then she pop up. Of course, in a genie lamp they actually had a place to sleep in. Jae Hwa Kyong had opened her eyes. Her chocolate orbs scanned the room. The room was decorated with silver, black, and purple. Her bed had silver sheets and purple pillows. Jae also had a black leather couch in it. It was just for her and she was pretty content with the life of a genie. She knew wherever she was she'd be doing the job that genies were required to do: grant one wish. No, not three but just one wish. And then she would be gone.

                                            Jae snapped her fingers and then her mirror came to her. She looked at herself. She had short jet black hair, chocolate eyes that were deep with mystery, and she had pallor skin. Jae didn't need that much of a comb, she straightened her hair with her hands. Really, she didn't have to fix her hair like most girls did. As fast as it appeared, it vanished in thin air. Jae looked at the window, she was still at the door. "Lovely. I wonder if the person is even awake."Jae was pretty patient but she wanted to know who her master was. She was pretty curious about her new master. That's how she always felt whenever she met another person. Jae liked traveling the world as genie, it gave her the experience to see and interact with many different cultures. And she didn't really care where she went, just as long as she had the ability to grant their one and special wish. If they thought it out carefully enough. Sometimes, she would have someone who would wish for a million dollars and she would. Jae wondered if the previous masters she had granted money to were really happy.

                                            Her lips escaped a sigh. And she knew she was going to have wait longer than she wanted to. Jae wondered how she was going to wait. Like some, genies Jae was Korean and she had now problem speaking in different languages. Jae looked up at her view. She wondered what kind of person he was. That was Jae for you, she really was interested in how humans acted and such. Of course, she made sure she didn't get attached to anyone. That was the last thing any genie wanted. For a long time, Jae wanted to know everything about her masters. That was then. Jae just made sure she was there and was able to grant the wish and then move on. She didn't want any sort of lingering attachment.

                                            She looked at the time. It was too bad and usually she'd be sleeping in at a rather late time. Jae supposed that it was okay that she woke up early, seeing as she would have a new master. The eighteen year old genie, was a young genie at that. Most genies were either young or really old but they retained a young look. Jae could care less if she was young, she was different from some young genies. Though she wondered how some genies felt when they had reached a 100. Did they still feel the same? Or did they grow bored of the world?

                                            Despite that, they were some perks about being a genie like being able to use magic and traveling around the world. Jae looked at her outfit, realizing she was in her sleeping attire. She thought of an outfit, a cardigan, a grey tank top, skinny jeans, and a pair of black boots. Jae also had an double tie on and a little belt with it. It was nice to accessorize and it was nice to know that putting on clothes were as easy as one, two, three. Then she went to got get the book that was on her couch. She began to pick up where she left off. She was reading Sherlock Holmes volume 1. Jae always had it in for mysteries or a good romance novel. They had to be well written of course. Jae had fallen asleep but before she went to bed, she was reading this. Jae played with the bookmark. She was slightly distracted looking up and the window every now and then, hoping that her new master would come to pick her up. And then summon her.


                                            oh oh sparkles:the outfitI stumbled upon it and bam ga-in was there. lolol..i find it pretty funny how it worked out. xD




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                  Christoper Redfield
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