Just Testing Away ~~ Samples

[dizzie6185]

The Outgoing, Witty, Fun-Loving, Smart-a** Bad Boy

I know your type. You're daddy's little girl. Just take a bite. Let me shake up your world...



『 All About Me 』

Well, if you didn’t already know, my name is Jace Alexander Mathews and you can only call meJace. Obviously, I’m Nineteen and I was born on January twenty-third. My eyes are Brown, I weigh 145 pounds, I am 5 feet, 9 inches, and my natural hair color is Black. Oh yeah, and my two favorite colors would have to be Red and Firebrick.


『 Digging A Little Deeper 』

Well. Where the hell do I start in this messed up life of mine. The begining? Well okay. I was born nineteen blasted years ago, January twenty-third. My mother, Elizabeth Mathews, and my father, Alexander Mathews, were the best parents a kid could get. I don't know how they messed up and got a kid like me, but hey, gotta play life's cards the best way you can, right? Anyway, I grew up, learned my ABC's, did good in school. Blah Blah Blah. It was all so damn boring!

When I was ten, I started to develope a taste for the more dangerouse situations. I stopped caring about the consequences. Live for the moment. That was my motto. If I wanted to do something, I did it. I didn't listen to my parents, nor the teachers. Hell, when someone told me not to do something, I just wanted to do it even more. Things started to take a turn for the worse. Though I never went so far as to screw around with drugs, I became a real badass. A rebel. I got into trouble with the law on more then one occasion, starting at the early age of fifteen. I may not mess with drugs, but I'd been known to have a drink now and then. At one point, I was on a first name basis with the police chief Jared.

And now Im where Im at. Nineteen years old, hanging out around the other 'bad boy's' of my area. There alright, about as good a friends a badass can get. There always there to get ya out of trouble. Well. Almost always. I'v been getting even better with the ladies. Though anyone who's anyone knows I was already a charmer. I can turn anyone, real any girl I want into my arms. Of coarse, I don't take them for granted. Beautiful creatures, woman, delicate. Its all a mind game really. Make them good girls go bad.

『 Get Used To It, Or Get Over It 』

My likes would include Partying, Skateboarding, Picking up girls, music, and I have to say I can’t stand Needy people, wannabe gangsters, drugs, rap, and 'pretend'.. Oh, and if you even think about mentioning Spiders or Being alone, I will kill you.


『 Before I Forget 』

I would also like to add the fact I have a huge crush on this girl I'v run into a few times. She seems shy... and it makes her all the more apealing! As Badass as I seem... Im a bit of a romantic. Keep quite!. Oh, and just so you know Dizzie6185 pulls my little puppet strings. So blame it on them.

[dizzie6185]

Ί ӄɲѳϣ ɣѳʊɍ ϯɣҏϵ, ϓѳʊɍ ȡȧȡȡɣ's ȴɨϯϯȴє ɡɨɍȴ, Ɉʊsϯ ϯȧӄє ȧ Ҍɨϯϵ, Ƚϵϯ ɱϵ sћȧӄє ʊҏ ɣѳʊɍ ϣѳɍȴȡ...

ĴAȻЭ..............

MĄŦĦĘƜŚ

The steady sound of running water reverberating off the bathroom walls cut off abruptly as a hand reached forward and turned the tap off. The room was filled with the smell of men's shampoo and body wash, steam being whipped away by the fan on the ceiling. Grabbing the towel hanging over the curtain, Jace Mathews ran a hand through his wet hair and wrapped the towel around his waste. The party tonight was almost all that ran through Jace's mind as he dressed and dried his hair. It was to celebrate the football team's newest victory, not that to many people cared. At least, not in Jace's opinion. Most would just be going because it was a party. There would be alcohol, probably drugs, and woman. What else could a man ask for?

Though Jace stayed away from drugs, alcohol and woman were definitely on his list of bonus's. Woman easily fell for the bad boy image, which Jace played all to well, he'd never had a problem charming someone into his arms. But there was one particular girl that kept popping into Jace's mind as he got ready for the party. Ashleigh Means. The girl wasn't like most woman Jace got together with. She seemed so innocent, and she was shy beyond belief. Jace had only talked to her a few times when he had bothered to show up to school, why he'd become so hooked on her, he didn't know. It was such a cliché really. Bad boy, innocent girl. It wouldn't likely happen, life wasn't a fairytale. Regardless of this, Jace found himself wondering if she'd be going to the party. Everyone's going, of coarse she'll be there... Maybe I should ask her. he thought.

Shaking his head, Jace realised he'd been staring off into space thinking about this girl. It wasn't normal for him to become so caught up in someone. Turning, he headed to the door and walked downstairs, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. "Going out, Jace?" a woman asked as Jace stepped into the kitchen. "Yep." he replied. Jace's mother, Elizabeth, was the kind of mom you saw on television. She cooked, and baked all kinds of delicious things. Jace often found himself wondering how this model mother had gotten such a delinquent for a son. But he wasn't about to change. "Be safe." Elizabeth said, looking up at her son. She had given up a long time ago trying to get him to listen and behave properly. At eighteen, you should be growing up! she used to say. "Yep."

Grabbing the car key's Jace headed out the door. The party would likely be in full swing by the time he got in, even though it wasn't far away. Once again he wondered, Should I ask her to go?

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[dizzie6185]

ĴACЭ..............

MĄŦĦĘƜŚ

Tнєү Aȴωaүș Tєȴȴ Yσυ It'ș Jυșt A Gaϻє...

"Mom! Dad! Look at this thing! It's huge!" The little boy screamed for his mom, jumping up and down and pointing to the huge monster truck on display. Jace Mathews chuckled lightly, remembering when it had been him screaming for his parents to see. Such simple times, eight had been a good year. The only thing you ever had to worry about was weather or not you would bring a toy to school that day. If only those simple worries didn't change as you went from age eight to eighteen.

Jace wondered through the mall, hands in his jean pockets. He had planned on meeting up with his friends, but to no avail. They had all been called off to family crap. Such unfortunate timing. He would have gone home himself, had it not been for his bratty sister, Maria. The girl was a pro at driving her older brother insane. And she always got what she wanted. Sweetie-pie-princess could never do anything wrong in the eyes of his parents. It simply wasn't fair. But life itself wasn't fair, and Jace was accustomed to that. He didn't complain. Just went about his business with his head held high, why let the unfairness of humanity drag you down?

The young man was passing an old, closed down store now. Inside there were two game rooms, the kind with the reality helmets. A large sign hung on the wall;


Think you can beat the high score? Give it a shot!
War Hero's
Try it FREE!

Jace chuckled lightly, debating weather or not he should give it a shot. Eh? Why not? He thought, grinning. The new reality games were always fun. One just put on a helmet and BAM!, it was like they were in a whole new world! The inventor was making billions of dollars for these new hit games. There were the simple, life style type games. Then there were games like War Hero, witch dealt with... well, war. Jace had always been a fan of the shooting games. They let him blow off steam in the form of peoples heads. And it was all legal!

Ducking into the old store, Jace looked around. Part of him wondered why there wasn't a person there to explain everything -- the other part didn't really care. He opened the door to the first reality-room, stepping inside. "Welcome to War Hero's." A mechanical voice sounded. "Please turn off all electronics and put on your helmet." Jace did as he was told, switching off his helmet and ipod and putting them back in his pockets. He grabbed a helmet from a small counter in the corner and stuck it on.

It took a few moments, but soon his vision of the room in front of him blurred. For a minute, it almost felt like he was falling. He jumped when a loud explosion sounded in the distance. Opening his eyes, Jace looked around. He was in a bunker, all alone. In front of him; a counter with body armour, ammo, and of course, guns. He now wore a pair of military style pants, a white T-shirt, and a green coat. Apparently they didn't dress you for war.

He grinned. This was going to be fun.

A sharp pain split across Jace's palm and he raised his hand. Well that was new. There now sat a prominent green tattoo; on it displayed his lives and his hit points. "Time to kick a**." He said, grinning again. Jace reached forward and grabbed the body armour off the table, yanking it on as fast as he could, followed by helmet. He belted up a holster on his hip, stuck two back-up pistols in their spots, and spare ammo in the small pouch. Last but not least: his weapon. It was hard to choose. There was such a wide range of choices. Shotguns, Ak-47, M-16 assault rifle, and more. Smirking, Jace grabbed the M-16. "Perfect."

A quick check to make sure it was loaded, and Jace was good to go. He grabbed a box of M-16 ammo and shoved it in the pouch at his side. There would likely be ammo laying around in the field, but hey, better safe then sorry, eh?

The gun shots coming from outside were louder then ever now. Jace moved to the door of the safe house, peering out the barred window. He was in a old, torn apart city. Buildings were crumpled and falling apart, fires burned here and there, and people moved about, some in groups, some alone. Flattening himself against the wall to avoid any gunfire, Jace opened the door. He peaked his head out. All around him people were running and shooting. Witch were simulated and which were real, he didn't know. He would have to find someone to approach if he wanted a team member: apparently in this game, you didn't just get put in a group.

Jace exited the room with his gun ablaze. As soon as he stepped foot outside the safe house, it disappeared. The automatic assault rifle took out four people before he'd had a chance to blink. The kick back on this gun was minimal, something he'd only have to deal with when it came time to use the pistols. Jace found himself grinning. He ran behind a crumbling wall for cover.

Let the game begin.

ı вεɢ tσ đιғғεя...

[dizzie6185]

Only when we are no longer afraid to die, we truely begin to live...

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Eliza| Anne|Sterling

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It wasn't possible. None of this was possible. A dream. Yes that’s it, it had to be a dream. Almost unconsciously, the young girl sitting in front of the television raised her hand and pinched her arm. "Ouch!" She exclaimed. Looking down at the red spot on her arm, Izzie frowned. Her family. Mom and Dad and Jamie. Little Jamie. He was only four. And now they were all most likely dead. Not bothering to wipe the tears from her face, Izzie stared unmoving at the television. They were all going to die. "We're going to die." she whispered her thought.

Around her eleven other people moved about. She was barely aware of them, though somewhere in the background Izzie heard Mischa's voice. She spoke logically. They had to get up and move before it was to late. Nodding, Izzie wiped off her cheeks. Stay organized, plan ahead, just like when your drawing. She told herself. Standing up, Izzie turned to look at Mischa, "Weapons, we need weapons." She said. Before the words had even escaped her mouth, Mischa was headed to the gun cellar.

Izzie looked at Xiu Yi as he spoke, his voice full of rage. Grabbing her book bag, she through it over her shoulder and walked over to him. "Try and stay calm." She said quietly. She knew it would be hard for him, hell it was hard for her too, but panic and anger would only hold them back. They had to focus on getting safe, not getting revenge."Micha," Izzie started, clearing her throat and speaking louder. "Your going to have to show us how to use those things." she said. "I'v never even held one, and I'm not going unarmed. None of us can."

It seemed ridiculous, but in her head, Izzie was going through all the zombie movies she'd seen. What had the survivors done to survive? What did all those facebook quizzes tell you to do? Raising an absent hand, Izzie pat the huskies as they ran by her. "You have cars outside, right Mischa? We should try and get to them."
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So don't let the threat of death get in the way of your chance at life...

[dizzie6185]

❝Life was hard from the start...

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Eliza| Anne|Sterling

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... I get the feeling it's about to get harder.❞

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The sun was just coming up over the mountain tops, the air was fresh with morning smells. Somewhere in the distance birds chirped, no doubt flying around in search of their early-bird worm. It must have been around 5am. But while all seemed calm and peaceful, another being was wandering about her house worried and confused. "What do I do?" Eliza Sterling, or Izzie for short, kept asking. What was plaguing this poor girls mind? Marriage. Arranged marriage to be exact. It hadn't been long since her parents had informed her of their plans, and now Izzie spent her free time walking alone trying to come to terms with the fact she'd be marrying someone she barely knew. Damien Lyneheart was his name, that was the extent of her knowledge.

Shuffling down the hallway, Izzie peeked into her little brothers room. She had gotten up early this morning, so naturally Adam was still fast asleep, curled in his worn out blanket. The boy was a big help around the house, without him, the family would have been out on the streets already. Smiling only slightly, Izzie moved to the room she and her sister shared. Maria was curled into a ball on their bed, sound asleep. It looked as though no one would be waking up for quite some time. Except for her parents, of coarse, who would be up and getting ready to work within the hour.

Deciding to go for a long walk, Izzie grabbed her sweater and headed out the door, walking toward the country side --full of grassy meadows perfect for walking in. She walked for nearly an hour before she got there, but it was worth the wait. The place was beautiful, and devoid of almost all human life. Quiet, peaceful... perfect. How nice it would be to live in a place like this.

Looking up at the mansion across the grassy field from where she was walking, Izzie bit her lip. Despite the beauty and calming factor of the place, she was worried. If she didn't marry into wealth, her own family wouldn't last much longer. But what happened to love? She had always wanted to marry because she was in love... And why would this man want to marry someone who would only bring down their social stature? Izzie's mind was full of questions, adding to all the confusion. But now was not the time to worry. She had to go with the flow, do what was right for the family, for her brother and sister. After all, it wasn't like she'd be marrying a vampire for goodness sakes!

Sighing, she turned off the small dirt path she had been walking, crossing into the grassy field in front of the mansion. The owners wouldn't mind, they would still be asleep, right? After all, it would only be 6am or so. Turning her face to the sky, Izzie held out her arm, spinning in a slow circle. She did it as if all her worries and troubles could just float away, leaving her mind free when she stopped moving. If only.

[dizzie6185]

•Jace Alexander Mathews•

Aged: One hundred and six. But I don't look a day past twenty-four.
I Change this number every year on: June 1

BABY, IT'S FACT
>>● I hate spiders. They come near me; They die.
>>● I died 82 years ago.
>>● Ice-cream is the only sweet thing I like.
>>● I once had an older brother. He grew old and died.
>>● I never used to believe in ghosts.
>>● Oh yeah... I'm a ghost.

I don't usually share but...
Jace lived a pretty normal life, aside from his name. It was an unseal name for the time, but his parents were unusual people, so it really didn't matter. He helped his family out on the farm, raising pigs and horses, cows and sheep. He got to go on his first train ride, when he was ten years old. His older brother was always teaching him knew things, how to be a gentlemen and court a lady properly. Oh, and he was born in 1904.

Everything went pretty good. Until April the 8th, 1928. Jace was twenty-four. Married with his first child on the way. Time were different then they were now. In fact, by twenty-four, Jace should have been on at least his fourth kid. A tornado hit the farm he and his family lived on. They were all killed, sucked up by the wind tunnel for breakfast. No one survived. Well, at least not in the usual way.

Jace was still wandering about the land, unseen to most human eyes. It took years before the trauma of it all began to settle. He was supposed to be dead. But he wasn't. But he was! Ghost. The first time that word rang through Jace's head was so full of shock, it nearly knocked him back on his feet... After several years, Jace realised he could alter the non-ghost things around him. He could put on clothes from the current time, for example. He could touch solid material, and move along much like a normal human. Except, well, normal humans couldn't usually see him. Though there were some. Some had the eyes, some could see him. They were strange to Jace, but maybe one would be able to help. Maybe...

This is how I am. DEAL WITH IT.
Jace is a very charming man, a result of living in much older times; when chivalry was key. He is kind, when he wants to be, but years of haunting the earth have made him impatient. None of the humans he's tried to reach out to will help him, and as result, he has become somewhat mean. Jace has a great sense of humour, and throughout the years, he had been able to keep track of the way time has changed. Well sort of. There are such things as cell phones and computers and fancy cars which he will never understand.

This voice. It speaks to me...
Dizzie6185

[dizzie6185]

•FIRST MIDDLE LAST•

Aged: AGE, spell it out
I Change this number every year on: BIRTHDAY

BABY, IT'S FACT
>>● FACT #1 about your character
>>● FACT #2
>>● FACT #3
>>● FACT #4.
>>● FACT #5
>>● FACT #6

I don't usually share but...
BIO OF YOUR CHARACTER 1-3 paragraphs.

This is how I am. DEAL WITH IT.
PERSONALITY of your character. At least a paragraph.

This voice. It speaks to me...
USERNAME

[dizzie6185]

ĴACЭ..............

MĄŦĦĘƜŚ

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzz-THWACK!

The victorious limb, a hand nonetheless, loosened its death-drip on the silenced alarm clock. It slid along the surface of the nightstand and then plopped from the edge, only to bonk itself against the soft frame of the bed with a dull thud. A muffled groan sounded from a pile of blankets that sat atop of the mattress, followed closely by a series of undecipherable mutterings and curses. Jace Mathews couldn't wait to get out of the house, to get to the cabin several hours away, but he absolutely hated the getting up part of it.

Blinking his eyes open, Jace cat up, leaning over the bed to check the time on the alarm clock. Seven-o'clock, just as he'd set. Unfortunately, Jace had had to get up atrociously early that morning to help his parents out. It was summer vacation! Getting up before ten on days he didn't work was just unacceptable. And seeing as he'd arranged to stop working during the summer, Jace had planned on sleeping to his hearts content. The nap had been enough, however, now it was time to pack! Stretching, Jace scrambled out of bed. His mother was at a school board meeting, and would be for another hour, his dad worked until nine-o'clock. They would probably go to bed around eleven, as usual. By midnight, Jace would be gone!

It was fact that Jace was sneaking out, just like all his friends were. He had doubted it at first, they couldn't just disappear for the summer and not expect people to be looking for them. Jace had near exactly been the 'good kid'. He wasn't a bad a**, but he'd been known to break the rules. But Jace had respect for his parents, they were nice people. He wasn't going to ruin things with them. So he had arranged a way around the sneaking out. He'd leave a note. His parents were understanding people, so long as they knew he'd be back, everything would be fine. Of course, he wasn't about to tell them where exactly he was going.

It was fifteen minutes to eight when Jace had finished packing. He didn't really pay attention as he did so, throwing clothes into his duffel bag, toothbrush, ipod, the basics. His mind was set on the adventure ahead of him. A summer in a cabin with his friends. They had been stuck in this boring town for what seemed like ever... and for Jace, it was. He'd lived here since birth.

"We're home!" A voice sounded from the living room. Jace jumped, taken by surprise. Shaking his head at his foolishness, he stepped outside the bedroom, closing the door so they couldn't see he was packing when they came down the hall. "Hey." Jace greeted, going straight to the fridge. After looking through it once and realising there was nothing he wanted to eat, Jace shut the door and turned to his parents. They had already dropped their coats in the closet and were sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels. "How was your day?" His dad asked. Jace shrugged. "Im going back to my room, night." He said, turning and heading down the hallway. Now he just had to wait.

Time ticked by slowly. Minutes felt like hours. Jace flipped his phone open and closed, checking the time every two seconds. He was ready to leave, but no, he had to wait. Eight-thirty. Nine. Nine-thirty... At long last his parents tapped on the door, peeking their heads in. "We're off to bed, keep the music down." His mom said. "Love ya lots." Jace nodded, leaning forward and turning the sound down on his docking station. "Night!" They shut the door and Jace listened for the sound of another click. Amazing how his parents room was just down the hall and it seemed to take hours before he heard the click of a shutting door.

But when the sound did echoes through his ears, Jace hopped up, so fast he almost fell. His parents would be asleep within a half an hour, they'd had a long day at work. It gave Jace just enough time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Pulling his ipod out of the docking station, he wrapped headphones around it and through it in the duffel bag sitting beside his bed. Turning to his desk, he grabbed a pad of paper, scribbling 'I'll be back, dun' worry 'bout me. -Jace ' He through it on his bed, knowing his mother would find it in the morning.

Time to go. Opening his window, Jace lowered his bag onto the ground, glad he only lived in a one floor house. Keys in one hand, Jace climbed out the window, grinning all the while. He wasn't worried about getting caught, how many times had he snuck out before? Enough. Whistling quietly, Jace made his way towards his truck. He had made sure not to park in the driveway that night, so the sound of him starting up the machine wouldn't wake his parents.

At long last Jace was on the road. He had made it out of his house no problem, started the truck without waking anyone. The boy was long out of town, music blasting. There weren't any houses around him anymore, so the noise wouldn't bother anyone. It was almost one-thirty when he got to the cabin. Jace grinned, laughing lightly. This was it, the adventure of a lifetime. This was as good as it was going to get until he could get out of this town. Cutting the engine, Jace jumped out of the truck, grabbing his bag from the back. It looked like Juta and Amir were already there. Great, he wouldn't have to wait for company!

Strolling into the cabin, Jace grinned at the two on the couch. "Hey guys! How’s it goin'?" He asked. Not waiting for an answer, he went toward the bedrooms. Throwing his bags in an empty room, Jace went back to the others. "This is great!" He said, already excited to be here. "How long you guys been here?" he asked, plopping down on the couch beside Juta.






♫♪ It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive... ♪♫

[dizzie6185]

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Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
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Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
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Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
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