•••Just your[Ordinary]Broken Doll••• ✖✖✖Who's Longing To Know What True Love Is✖✖✖
♦ A boy--a young man--sat on the cool floor of his cage, his back pressed to the wall behind him. His face was dull and emotionless, his eyes glazed over as they stared aimlessly at the ground. The cool air of the shop, his personal prison, engulfed him...but he didn't shiver. No thought in particular ran through his head. Just dead end chains of thought that meant nothing to him or his state of being. The guards that walked the floor he was held on weren't the most friendly of faces and their footsteps haunted the very fiber of his being. But, even still, he remained silent. The name Dezi Belafonto meant nothing to the world anymore, so there was no reason for him to speak or move.
The cold wall soothed Dezi's shoulder and back, the likes of which had been badly brusied just two days prior. His latest owner, a man that had kept him for but a month, was cruel and abusive. Both physically and mentally. The couple days ago that he had been injured was due to a stupid mistake. When the man came home and found that he was not at the door, but in the kitchen cleaning, he was thrown into a fit of rage, claiming that he needed to be "punished". And anyone in their right mind knew what that meant. Bruises couldn't be healed, so the guards just told him to go back to his cell and rest, but he couldn't sleep. The pain from the bruise was enough to keep him up, but he was also too lost in thought to do much of anything. He was really just waiting for a new master to buy him, so he could get the pain over with and come back to his cell to sleep.
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•Bottles up feelings
Gavin was always that kid that you would walk by and, by some odd stroke of curiousity, you would stop to look at. Even at a young age, he looked so...different. He would always dress oddly and try on different outfits, hair colors, even jewelry.
Gavin was taunted nonstop when he was little, for more than one reason. First off, his family was shunned by everyone who knew them or had heard of them. His dad was a scientist, a crazy one, and he was killed in an accident from one of his experiments when Gavin was nine. After that, his mom died of an unknown disease, but he said it was because of a broken heart. Gavin was left with no one and he had to take care of himself since the age of ten. School was terrible for him, and still is, with all the kids making fun of him. They laugh at him about his family or the way he dresses, but he always ignores them and puts on a smile.
Now he lives above a candy shop in one of the more run-down parts of the city, not far from the school (since he has to walk there and back almost everyday). The woman who owns the place took him in and hired him to watch the shop, since she didn't live there. Not only does he watch the shop, but he also works there and makes banners for the front entrance. oн, i love тнese! •Art
oн, i нaтe тнese! •Hate
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☇ Cassidy Brylen Norewood ☇ Cass ☇ Male ☇ Eighteen ☇ Sexuality ☇ Cut-tail splice || Stray || Rabbit ☇ Acute hearing, sight, and speed, as well as an ability to hide extremely well. Secretly loves affection and will cuddle up to someone he's comfortable with--just like a bunny. ☇ Professional pick-pocket and lone resistance member ☇ Feral || Resistance Member (sort of)
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☇Biography : ____ Cassidy was born to a young rabbit splice couple, both parents only eighteen at the time of his birth. It was a mistake, obviously, but they loved their son none the least. They tried their hardest to take care of him, but living in the slums and being unable to find work was a huge obstacle to overcome. Both parents found odd jobs to do around their community, being paid little, but managing to make enough to survive. Cassidy fared well enough through these tough times, being taught to read and write from some of the more educated members of the community. He was happy and friendly and loved his parents more than anything--but all good things must come to an end.
When Cassidy was ten, his mother was taken forceably from their house in the slums and sold into slavery. His father, however, was spared, for reason unknown to this day. The now two-membered family was torn apart and Cass's father turned to whatever alcohol he could get his hands on to make himself feel better. This only landed him in a constant state of drunken haziness, where he forgot who he was, where he was, and who his son was. You can guess where this lead, of course. Abuse. Physical, emotional, you name it and it happened. This lasted for years, until it escalated to point that no one could have ever imagined.
One night, after working a few odd jobs to get some money, a thirteen-year-old Cassidy returned home, only to be met at the front door by his alcohol-crazed father. He was pulled inside and beaten until he could hardly move, then his father, rambling on about how life was unfair and no one would ever accept splices, grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Nonsense talk and all, he returned to his son, poised the knife at one side of the young boy's throat, and pulled. It was a miracle one of his neighbors was brave enough to enter his house after his father had run out in a whirlwind of flailing limbs and nonsensical screaming. Cassidy was barely hanging on to life, but he was breathing. That was a good thing.
After being fixed up by a neighborhood medic, Cassidy recovered fully...almost. He couldn't talk for a long while, and when he finally could, his voice was hardly audible. It wasn't like he really needed it, though. On impulse, the young rabbit splice took off into the world of humans, determined to find work somewhere. Unfortunately, all he found was a cruel slave-driver that took his ears and tail, finding it to be an easy task. Once he managed to escape the man, when he was fifteen, he found there was a name for people like him. Cut-tails. And he quickly found that it was nearly impossible to fit in with any group once you had that title. So now he wanders, steals, helps other splices when he can, and just generally avoids and scorns the human race. ☇Personality : ____ Extremely quiet ____ Sneaky ____ Laid-back ____ Intuitive ____ Observant ____ Guarded ☇Likes : ____ ☑ Scarves, hot chocolate, acoustic music, bright colors (though he hardly ever wears them), the outdoors, and nighttime ☇Dislikes : ____ ☒ Coffee, hot weather, being mistaken for a kid, thunderstorms, spoiled brats, and not fitting in/being a cut-tail ☇Skills : ____ Stealing ____ Listening to others ____ Sabotage ☇Flaws : ____ Unable to speak loudly or for long periods of time ____ Hard to connect with/get along with ____ Being a cut-tail, he doesn't fit in with humans or splices
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☇ Cass hides the scar across his neck with scarves at all times. You will never see him without one. ☇The Sound Of Settling ☇ --Tends to flinch or jump when grabbed or snuck up on.
--Usually has a blank and completely unemotional expression on his face. The only time he really shows any signs of emotion is when he is questioned about his past, parents, or the scar on his neck. ☇ Anthousa
↘xxCalico Fain Sharpe ↘xxAnything really--as long as it's creative ↘xxMale ↘xxKomodo Dragon ↘xxHomosexual ↘xx19 ↘xxNovember First ↘xxUke Slave
xS k i n deepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↘xx5'8'' ↘xx120 ↘xxOlive Green ↘xxBlack ↘xxThe usual scars on various parts of his body, the worst of which wrap around his wrists and ankles, but even those aren't very severe. Otherwise he has bruises and cuts from being completely accident prone and it is rare to see him without some type of bandage or guaze somewhere on his body.
xJust take a l o o kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↘xxLoose Iron ↘xxTeal, Green, Yellow ↘xxRose, Teardrop, Horn ↘xxN/A
xAbout m exxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
↘xxLong story short, Calico lived a fairly happy life with his mother and father, all of whom managed to stay out of the reaches of slavery by living on the outskirts of a small city. When he was seventeen, though, he got in a fight with his parents and, foolishly, ran away. He was only gone a day before deciding to return to his home and apologize. Unfortunately, as soon as he made his way out of the city, he was captured, knocked out, and taken to a nearby slave shop. It wasn't long until he was sold to a cruel owner, which was the standard for most slaves, beaten, and thrown out into a new shop. This contined, his owners doing more and more horrible things, then getting tired of him and selling him to some new shop, until he ended up here.↘xxUnknowingly kind to almost anyone, even if everyone else hates them. If there isn't a legitimate reason to be hated--he won't hate you. However, along with this kindness comes a small amount of naivety and gullibility. He is also extremely clumsy and one hundred percent accident prone, making it nearly impossible not to get hurt at least once a day. Once he is attached to someone, he will fight to keep them safe, even if it hurts him in the process. Pertaining to being a slave, he is still not very use to it and tends to be weary of his new owners for quite some time, even if it doesn't always seem that way.
xJust so you k n o wxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hot weather (he's cold-blooded)
Clean and neat rooms (less things for him to trip over) ↘xxGreedy people
People who take things for granted
Cold weather (again, he's cold-blooded)
Cluttered or messy rooms (more things for him to trip over) ↘xxThunderstorms
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↘xxCalico is, secretly, very insecure. He sees himself as hideous and disgusting due to his race and has convinced himself he has no talents. However, he can touch his nose with his tongue, and he seems to take great pride in it.↘xxHeightened sight and venom-filled fangs where his canines should be. If he bites a human, the area will swell and the venom will spread, taking pain an paralysis with it throughout the body, until the victim falls unconscious. This can, ultimately, lead to death--unless the bite is treated quickly. One weakness of his is his poor hearing. He has problems hearing people when they whisper, but his ears will hurt if they talk too loud.
Relationship Status: Single and indifferent to the world of intimate relationships.
Likes: ✔ Hot Chocolate ✔ Rollerblading ✔ Music (mostly J-pop)
Disikes: ✖ Not rollerblading ✖ Unecassary fighting ✖ Drugs or alcohol of any kind
About: Daire is very quiet and tends to keep to himself, finding it hard to start and maintain a conversation with most people. On the outside, he seems to be in a constant state of indifference, which usually puts people off because they never know what he's thinking. On the inside, though, he's full of energy and always talks up a storm in his head. Maybe once you get to know him he'll open up, huh? It's hard to tell--he's never really been that close to anyone before...
Daire's mother was only sixteen when she had him, and his father left her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. Of course, she didn't want to raise Daire by herself and gave him up for adoption. He didn't get adopted right away, so he stayed in a foster home until he was three, when he was finally adopted by a couple. A gay couple. Yep, two guys. But before you freak out, just know they are super nice and have spoiled Daire since the day they took him in. And hey, he loves them. As he grew up, Daire always got straight A's in school and was dubbed a "nerd" by most people. He never really cared much, taking comfort in music and rollerblading. When he was sixteen, he got a job at a post office as a delivery boy after the manager saw how fast he could skate. After he graduated high school, he decided to just keep working for the post office until he had enough money to enroll in a ood college...and until he knew what he wanted to do with his life. So, here he is, living in a small house with his two dads, constantly listening to music, and working as a delivery boy for the post office.
Just finished my morning delivery route.
Getting some hot chocolate at my favorite cafe.
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Bo or just plain ol' Boyden
ι'νє вєєи αяσυи∂ fσя тнιѕ мαиу уєαяѕ
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αи∂ ι тєи∂ тσ fαℓℓ fσя
Girls and guys, I'm not a picky person
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αи∂ ι киσω α fєω тяι¢кѕ
I'm quick with a pencil and can jot down a whole conversation as fast as it's spoken. Also, even though I may not look the part, I'm pretty good at swordplay and I always carry around a slingshot. Let's just say I have good aim...
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нєяє'ѕ ωнαт ι яєαℓℓу ℓιкє
Tea (cliche much?)
My notepad and pencil, which I carry around everywhere, allowing me to communicate with others
αи∂ ωнαт ι яєαℓℓу нαтє
My disability (i.e. holding me back from fighting with others or communicating with others)
Being touched on my neck
When people call me short or a kid/child
тнιѕ ιѕ נυѕт тнє ωαу ι αм
Even with the disadvantage of being mute, I must say that I'm a rather happy person. A smile is never far from my lips, but I know when to be serious as well. I do have a tendency to day dream and you can often find me sitting in a tree, staring up into the sky. Sadly, I have a slight temper. If my disability is brought into question, as well as my height or fighting ability, I kind of blow up. The only people who can really calm me are the March Hare and the Mad Hatter.
тнιѕ ιѕ αℓℓ ιи тнє ραѕт
When I was younger, I lived with the flowers. Yes, it is an embarrassing thing to admit, but I must say I had fun. This, however, was only fun for a bit. When I was seven, my father (a sunflower, mind you some flowers are more human than not), found me wandering out in a field. No matter how much he told me to stay with the other flowers, I just couldn't help but explore. He lost his temper and...well, choked me. It was a good five hours after I passed out that the Mad Hatter and March Hare found me. They aided me until I was better but, unfortunatley, my vocal cords were ruined. I lost my voice, but have managed to get by by writing my thoughts down and showing them to others.
Should be known as ★ Stella and only Stella--at all times Love is but a dream in this society ★ Homosexual Attending school for this year ★ Junior My field of expertise ★ Fashion Design Maybe I can act my age ★
- Passionate about things and people he loves
- Not easily upset
- A little bit insecure These I adore ★
- His parents
- Anything strawberry
- Meeting new people Get these away ★
- Any kind of drugs or alcohol
- Gaudy clothing
- Humid or excessively hot weather
- Rude people
- Lewd behavior
Who needs to know such ★ Stella was born to a single mother, who was in a new relationship at the time of his birth. When he was only a few months old, his mother married the man she was dating and they moved into a nice apartment in the city together. As Stella grew, he became increasingly more attracted to "feminine" things, such as activities and clothing. He wanted to play dress-up instead of play with toy cars, take sewing classes instead of go out for sports, and he wanted to wear more "fashion-forward" clothing instead of just a T-shirt and jeans. His parents, of course, loved him no matter what and accepted him for who he was, encouraging him in everything he did. Unfortunately, his peers at school weren't so supportive.
All throughout school, ever since he was in kindergarten, Stella was bullied for the way he acted and dressed. It only got worse as he got older, junior high and high school being the worst. Other kids would ruin his clothes by ripping them or spilling things on them, they would trip him in the hallways and even in class, they taunted him with mean names and humiliated him by spreading rumors about him. Some even went as far as vandalizing his locker with spray paint, bashing him by writing crude things all over it. These incidents were always taken to the principle, the students were given punishment, but nothing was ever done to put an end to it. That's precisely why his parents enrolled him in this school, so he could greater his talent for fashion and (hopefully) escape the torture of being bullied. View my tall self ★ 5'7'' // 120lbs Song for my life ★ Who Says-- Selena Gomez Any little extra ★ As confident as Stella may seem, he still has insecurities that he tried to surpress the best he can. Person pulling the strings ★ Anthousa
xxxx▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ --Boo was born to two normal, suburban parents, so it came as a surprise when they found out about his "ability". On his fifth birthday, his parents brought home a labrador puppy as a sort of present. This happy new friendship only lasted about two minutes, though, because as soon as little Boo laid a tiny hand on his new friend, it dropped dead. Just like that. His parents freaked--completely. They took him to a hospital, dropped him off, and left, telling the hospital to keep him. Nice, right?
As you would have expected, the hospital ran several tests on Boo, though they came up with no answer to the problem. So off to the science lab he went! And there he stayed for years, being tagged as a "menace to society". They continued to run tests on him, making him use his powers time and time again. By the time he was fifteen, his hair had faded from a vibrant brown to a dull grey, his right eye had lost nearly all it's color and his left eye had become completely black. Whether it was from the drugs they were giving him or his ability, no one knew. Come his sixteenth birthday, he was barely holding onto life. Until he got that letter...
Long story short, he managed to escape the science lab and follow the map he was given to the circus. It was stupid to follow such a shady letter, yes, but he was desperate. It took a longer than hoped, but he eventually found the red and purple tent. Strange how the ringmaster just let him into the circus without question, but he didn't pay much mind to it. After all, everyone there was strange. The entire place was strange. He was strange...and he finally felt welcomed somewhere.
--As a result of having been locked up in a lab his entire life, Boo is rather awkward. He doesn't talk often, really only speaking when spoken to, and he finds it hard to speak loudly. Despite the fact his face usually remains emotionless, he is very pleasant to be around and is surprisingly friendly. He tries hard to look approachable, but it's honestly rather hard for him to smile. It's not like he never does, it's just very rare. Always trying to think on the optomistic side, the only thing that seems to get on his bad side is his "power".
Like you may have guessed, anything Boo touches with his bare hands dies instantly (Hence why he always wears gloves). Kind of like the Midas Touch, except it doesn't turn things into gold, it just...kills them. He hates using it, but that's what he has to do for the show. Though they only use animals that are going to die anyway, he hates doing it. Sure it puts them out of their misery, but why couldn't he be a healer instead?