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Aaron Joesph Matthews.

Aaron
December 17th, 1988
MAle
Five foot ten inches and one hundred fifty five pounds
Role - Drummer, guitarist stage crew..(include what band) etc...

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[Bio, no 'lost my memory' crap, at least 3 sentences.]

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•••ElizabethDevonCarter
вυт тнєу cαℓℓ мє ∂єvση☆

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❝ Be not afraid of greatness:
Some are born great.
Some achieve greatness
and some have greatness
thrust upon 'em.❞
-Twelfth Night Act II Scene V

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•••JaneCatherineSmith

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❝ Be not afraid of greatness:
Some are born great.
Some achieve greatness
and some have greatness
thrust upon 'em.❞
-Twelfth Night Act II Scene V

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Elizabeth O'Donnell

"I don not wish for you friendship, only your acceptance,"

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The day I blow the candles :: Seventeen-May Thirteenth
It may be noticeable but :: I'm a female
Woooot! I've grown! :: Five feet six inches
Eck! I'm not fat or skinny! Or maybe.... :: One hundred eight pounds
Do you like staring at my eyes? :: Left eye blue and the right is green, but please don't stare.
Awwww, how pretty your head is! :: Brown
Come on, don't be so racist! :: Human, but I'm a witch
Wanna pet it? :: None
It's my fullshot! :: Click?

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Ahh, good times, good times :: {{ A bio of your char, 1+ paragraph }}
It'd be nice to know that :: {{ Personality of your char! 1+ Paragraph }}
A Daily Routinee! ::
Period 1 :: History
Period 2 :: Art
Period 3 :: Power Control & Enhancement
Period 4 :: Potions
Period 5 :: Psychology
Period 6 :: Lunch
Period 7 :: Free
Give me, Give me, Give me! :: {{ At least 5 things your char likes }}
Eeeek! Get away, get away! :: {{ 5 things your char hates }}

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Rawr, fear my protection! :: {{ Weapons, hand-to-hand combat, etc. }}
Heehee, I'll beat you up with these! :: {{ 5 powers max. Please no "GOD" powers. ;D }}
OMFG! I loveee them! :: {{ Do you like-- Girls, boys, or Girls & Boys? }}
Ooh, I want you so badly! :: {{Crushes that your char has or put none yet }}
Wait! There's some more! :: {{Anything else about your char? }}
Dun, dun, dun! Listen to it! :: {{ Your char's theme song! Either put the name, or a link to it. You can have up to 5 songs! :3 }}
Beautiful text, baby! :: {{ What color is your posting text? Write the colors in their colors! > w < }}
My awesome puppet master :: {{ smeganmasen }}

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•••ElizabethAliceO'Donnell
вυт тнєу cαℓℓ мє αℓιcє☆

[tab]Alice strode onto the school grounds with a long stride. She didn't make eye contact with anyone and instead headed straight towards the school doors. She would have continued with this plan if she hadn't seen Kristine. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and she headed in the girl's direction. She didn't know her extremely well, but was wondered if she needed to see the nurse. Not for sickness, for that is impossible for a vampire, but possibly for not feeding for too long.

[tab]Once she was a couple of feet away she knelt down and was quiet for a moment. She was unsure what to say, but couldn't just leave the girl here. Her crimson eyes scanned the girl's form to make sure she wasn't injured on the outside or anything. Fights were certainly common around here. Speaking softly Alice asked, "I everything okay, Kristine?" She cocked her head to the side as she awaited her response.

❝ Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.❞

-Albert Camus

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•••Joo-EunDaeJang
вυт тнєу cαℓℓ мє נєηηу☆

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❝ Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.❞

-Albert Camus

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What I see in the looking glass:

Character Name: Duchess to you, Annastella to others.
Role in Wonderland: The Duchess
Age: Twenty
Height: Five Feet and Six inches
Personality: Most believe the woman to have a split personality. She tends to switch back and forth between dark and more affectionate moods at unpredictable times. Upon first meeting she is harsh, cold, and does not give her trust out easily. It is this side of her that people brand as a snob. She really isn't all the time though. The Duchess can be sympathetic, caring, and have a laugh. This side of her is more chatty and flirtatious than the other. This more human side is often hidden from others though.
My Story: The Duchess lives in Wonderland in a small palace just outside of the forest where the Caterpillar lives. Also inhabiting the palace is her cook, who applies an excessive amount of pepper to everything. Her son used to live there as well until he was turned into a pig. Since then she hasn't seen him and could hardly care less. What use to her is a piglet? She finds much more pride in her ownership of the Cheshire Cat. Loving the fact that she has something that even the Queen of Hearts couldn't have she supplies shelter to him. The simple fact amuses her to no end. The Duchess is not stupid though and doesn't brag out loud. If the Queen caught wind of this the Duchess would no doubt lose her head.
Things I like: Cheshire Cat, Crochet, Tea, Discipline.
Things I cant stand: Pepper (Allergic), The Queen of Hearts (No surprise there), Her Son, Disorder
Abilities: She is capable of Empathy (influence emotions)
Other: If ever a need for a weapon she would simply use her umbrella as if it were a sword.
Gaia Username: smeganmasen

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•••The"Bipolar"Duchess
вυт тнєу cαℓℓ мє αηηαsтєℓℓα☆

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❝ Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.❞

-Albert Camus

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•••AaronJamesMatthews

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❝ Be not afraid of greatness:
Some are born great.
Some achieve greatness
and some have greatness
thrust upon 'em.❞
-Twelfth Night Act II Scene V

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The Bookworm
Name: Rosalind Anne Masen
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian (Born in London)
Bio: Growing up her parents were constantly away from home on business. So Rosalind was left at her parent’s estate with only her nanny for company. It was her that filled the mother role. Her nanny taught her how to read and was the one that told her stories growing up. Instead of reading the tales she would act out the stories with her nanny. They would take turns being either a fairy queen or a wicked witch. All of this changed on Rosalind’s tenth birthday. Her parents sent the nanny away saying that Rosalind was old enough to survive at home alone. With that she was stripped away from her only mother figure. She turned to books to pass the time. She would read plays out loud just so she wouldn’t forget the old days when they would act out Hamlet for hours. Besides, when you are alone in a house for months on end there is only so much to do. So to keep occupied she immersed herself in her studies. From acting, reading, and by day dreaming about better time, she could almost forget the loneliness. She trys to look on the upside though, it could be a lot worse than an arranged marriage and losing the only person you viewed as family.
Persona: Reserved, Fair, Perfectionist, Proud, Self-Conscious, Easily Embarrassed, Optimistic , Independent, Intelligent, and Not Angered Easily (when she does loose her temper she is a force to be reckoned with though)
Likes: Shakespeare’s Plays, Being Alone, The Rain, Writing, Acting
Dislikes: Being Viewed as Week, Players, Losing, Her Parents, Guys Who Only Like for Looks
Theme Song: I'm Alive by Kenny Chesney (Sorry for the Country song)
Thoughts on Arranged Marriage: “Why on earth would any parents wish this upon their children? It is stripping away our chance of happiness. ” –Rosalind Masen
Username: smeganmasen

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•••RosalindAnneMasen
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[tab]Rose had been drumming her fingers on the cold wooden floor for quite sometime before the door swung open again. Her light colored eyes peered up from where the stared blankly at the floor. They locked on a dark form huddled in the corner. She wasn’t sure if this being was real or just another spirit. Just as she was about to ask the form asked a question. She opened her mouth before shutting it again with a snap. She recognized the voice as Natasha. She stepped forward out of her own corner and sat down in front of the other girl, “Oh hello there. It’s me Rosalind.” She gave a small smile at the girl unsure if she could see it in the lighting. Continuing she asked carefully, “How was the last session?” She had never felt at ease talking about the experiements with others. She felt the need to make sure the other orphan was alright though.

❝ Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.❞
-Albert Camus

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•••AaronJamesMasen
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❝ A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. ❞
-Elbert Hubbard

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRosalind ● Anne ● Masen
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❝Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.❞



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[TAB]Rosalind sat in the back of the town car silently sulking. She had learned not to openly complain about her life. It wasn't like anyone would care about what she had to say anyway. They were all just paid by her parents to do their dirty work such as driving her to the villa. She could kick and scream, but it wouldn't make a difference. Not even her own parents cared enough to at least tell her in person about the arranged engagement. They only had the courtesy to have her father's assistant send an e-mail. Utterly pathetic, no? Besides, it was the twenty-first century. She was pretty sure arranged marriages were out dated by at least one hundred years where she lived. It was like something out of a Jane Austin novel where the parents influenced who wed who.

[TAB]Looking up from her worn copy of Twelfth Night she snapped the book shut. She would do just about anything to prolong the trip to the villa. Though she hated bribes the money in her pocket was starting to look very appealing. So sitting up straight she peered around the seat to where the old driver sat. He wasn't the strictest person, but she knew he wouldn't take lightly to the change in route. So she tried her best at persuasion by forcing a smile, "Hey Joseph, would you mind dropping me off in town?"

[TAB]His dark brown eyes shifted from road to Rosalind's face in the mirror. After a moment he finally sighed and said, "I suppose I really have no choice in the matter. You'll find your way there eventually." The answer made Rosalind grin happily. She hadn't even had to break out the cash.

[TAB]As he pulled to the curb he explained how he would be dropping her luggage off at the villa. He also left his number for when she wanted to be picked up. she didn't bother reminding him that he did this every time she exited the car. She already had his number in her phone and about a dozen slips of paper with his sloppy scrawl in her waste bin at home. Instead she thanked him before making her way down the sidewalk. It was Paris and she would make the most of this town no matter what the conditions why she was here.

[TAB]Pale blond hair dancing behind her as she made her way down the sidewalk. She felt self-conscious though as she did so because of the peculiar looks she received from the male population. Do I have something on my face? She bit her lip nervously, but kept going. Her amber eyes lit up as they rested on a small bookshop on the corner. Grinning she made her way into the shop greeting the woman at the register. Her own heavy British accent was thick just as the lady had a heavy French one. It made being in a foreign land all the more real. The sinking feeling of being wed though was soon suppressed as she started down the many rows of books.

((Phew, conquered writer's block! Curse work for sucking away creativity.))


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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAudrey ● Anne ● Helson
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❝The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.❞



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