✖ ✖ ✖ T o o M u c h †ε§τїηġ✖ ✖ ✖

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

Duncan Lee Halford
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeen 3's Ghost

Duncan＊ 17 ＊ September 9th ＊ Straight＊ Orange

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

••••ℒoℓα ʄɪτɀɡзяαℓɗ••••

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a ******** what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

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[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

XXXXXXXXXxSεɑи βryɑи мicɧɑεls

If you feel so angry, so ripped up, so stepped on...your not the only one...let's start a riot.

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[ мя. Ａηgεr ɪssuεs ]

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Five stars for the Human.

"If you feel so angry, so ripped up, so stepped on...your not the only one...let's start a riot."

Very pleased to meet you, I'm Sean Bryan Michaels

But you call me Sean

I am 17 just to let you know

And I will be turning 18 on October 17th

I am very gifted; With the power of uncontrollable anger. And fists to match.

These are a few of my favorite things; Summer skies, Fireflies, Books, Photography, A girl’s touch and Wolves.

But I despise; Liars, Cheats, Ignorance, Alcohol and Winter.

I'm a good Boy you see; Protective, Intelligent, Kind, Chivalrous, and Funny.

But sometimes I'm not so good: Temperamental, Strong, Stubborn, Fierce and Highly Sensitive to the opinions of others.

I play the role of Mr. Anger Issues

A little bit about me: Sean was born and raised in this town his mother one of those country belles with the looks and hospitality to match. His father was a farm boy born and raised in the Iowan countryside who instilled those old fashioned values in his boy. They lived a happy life; that is until the day that his mother died. She had been pregnant for several months now-9 to be exact-something went wrong when she was giving birth-and he lost both his sister and mom that day.

His dad didn't deal too well with the event-turning to the bottle like his father had once done-and became almost nonexistent. The only indication that his father is alive his that moving lump on the couch that demands a case or two a day.

Sean had a rough time himself but refused to become like his dad. He played it off-pretending to be that country gentleman that he always had. Until one day-after work he had taken a shortcut through the woods. And saw something. He wasn't sure what but he knew there was something there. He told his dad, his friends-no one believed him. And that's when he started to get angry. Really angry. He started fighting and beating anyone who refused to believe what they called the "That Crazy Michaels boy story." Maybe they might not believe him now-but a punch or two later-they might.

The most top played song on my i-pod is Riot – Three Days Grace

They say I look a lot like Wentworth Miller

My favorite color is midnightblue

I'm not always myself these days. XxP s y c h o f a I r yxX

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

•••Pruitt James Macgregor•••

→{мｉｓt ε я •Ｎε я ∂}←
❦Thoughts that sit here fall like bullets to the floor...❧

( Simple Facts )

( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷You May Know Me As ;
XxXxX Peru
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷ I Am Quite Definitely ;
XxXxX A Male
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷ Last I Counted ;
XxXxX Sixteen
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷Prepare To Sing ;
XxXxX July 17th
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷I Have Rainbow Colors In My Hair;
XxXxX Dark Brown
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷I Have Windows In Pretty Colors ;
XxXxX Brown
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷I Can't Quite Reach ;
XxXxX 5"11
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷As Light As A Feather ;
XxXxX 137



( Why Do You Wanna Know )
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷ Cry My Tears ;
XxXxX Sports, Bullies, Toilets (I've had my head swooshed in one too many...)...
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷ See My Smile ;
XxXxXBooks of all sorts, Manga...I have a lot that makes me happy
( ▷ ) ▷ ▶ ▷ Tell Anyone And Ill Axe Murder You ;
XxXxX Crush? I haven't even been near a girl! Hello Mens boarding school.

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

•••Ῥruitt ɉames ɱacgregor•••
→{мｉｓt ε я •Ｎε я ∂}←
❦Thoughts that sit here fall like bullets to the floor...❧

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[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

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Que Quowle....
XXXXXXXXXXXXStay with me forever.....

☾.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.The expresso headed teen was sleeping soundly his body curled up into a ball-much like a dog would-his body absent both a shirt and a blanket. The curtains in his room had been pulled closed to prevent the sunlight from coming in. It had been like this for awhile-this sleeping during the day routine. Ever since that day-when he found out he was not just plain old Jacob Black-but rather Jacob Black descendant of the Quilette warrior wolves. It had been a shock to him-I mean those stories-they were just stories. Or so he thought. The moment he saw it-with his own eyes-and the moment that he himself turned into that mass of fur and teeth he believed.

Of course the first thing he wanted to do was tell Lana. He trusted her-hell he was in love with her. He had been ever since that day on the beach. But that…Edward, that, that…bloodsucker-he had taken Lana under his spell. And then what did he do? He left her. The b*****d left her. He had never seen someone so broken up and hurt the way Lana was. It was like she couldn’t function without him-Jacob had seen that much in her smile, her eyes-that hint of sadness. It had tore him seeing her like that-but he was there for her. And h promised that he would never hurt her.

But here he was doing it. He didn’t want to-but he had to. He couldn’t tell her anything, he couldn’t even see her. The Quilette leader-Sam he had stopped it. Being the Alpha-his orders were orders and no one could disobey them, no matter how much they wanted to.

A slight rustle had woken him up-but then the unmistakable sound of snarling had really woken him up. Someone was pissed-but at who? He had his answer when he took a breath floral scent filling his nostrils and it hit him-Lana. She was here. Sprinting outside he saw it. Paul had turned. Damn. He scorned himself mentally for not realizing that she had been here sooner. She had been cowering back-or maybe not-surprise had definitely graced her features. Fear? He did not know. He took a charge forward-all intentions of beating the s**t out of Paul.

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

Paxton Alexander Wyck

Hi, my name is Paxton Alexander Wyck
I can't believe I have had so many birthdays hell I'm already 19
Just so you know I'm the Goth guy...person...yeah.

I can't live with out
☠ Music
☠ Literature
☠ Ice Cream
☠ Manga
☠ My Mom
☠ Food
☠ Photography (Art)
☠ Nature's Beauty

Keep this away from me!
☠ Water (I almost drowned...)
☠ Twilight. (God that s**t is annoying...)
☠ Ignorance
☠ Incompetence
☠ Idiots

I can't live with them but I can't live without them! Right now-I only have a mum.

My life
.·´¯`·.¸¸.☠So, I’m Paxton Alexander Wyck. I was born and raised in Oceanside, California-a small beachside town where the beaches were always sandy, the sun always shining and the people as diverse as the ocean waves. I was born to Kimberly Snow, my mother and James Alexander Wyck-a child of mixed races, both European and islander. May 1st was my birth date which makes me a merrybegot-or child of the faeries. Or a Taurus in the astrological sense. Or even a sheep in the Chinese zodiac. A lot of people don’t believe in that sort of folklore-but I find it to be kind of interesting.

Anyways-I grew up in a happy life-my dad and mom both equally loving people-with kind personalities. I even had a little sister. But one weekend-me and my family all decided to make a trip to Tahoe-to go skiiing and snowboarding-but I had gotten sick and my mom had stayed home to watch over my pathetic self. My dad knew how important this trip was to my sister, whom had been looking forward to this since forever. So rather than disappoint her-the both of them set off to Tahoe-and never came back.

It seemed that on there way-a drunk driver had hit them. The both of them died instantly and that left just me and my mom. My mom-she was crushed. She didn't know what to do with herself-she went into a depression for a while-but she's slowly getting out of it. Me? I went goth. I changed my entire image-and have been living that way for a while. My mum isn't the biggest fan-but she puts up with it. But for right now-the both of us are trying to cope and learn to deal.

I can't believe I'm telling you this but this person is just to cute! Maddison
I would so rather be Listening to some music. Or Playing Guitar.
The best thing about this place isHelllloooo the Scenery. Idiot.
Oh and don't forget! I have a cat named Truffles.
This is me!

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

xxxxxxxxxoxxR i l e y . D e v y n . S t o n exxxx

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo" Guy Four "

I’m falling more in love with every single word I withhold...I’m falling more in love with every single word you say...I’m falling head over heels for you…




xoxoxo xo ( I ' v e . S a i d . I t . B e f o r e )

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo" and I'll say it again "



- -xoxo I came into existence Nineteen years ago and was born on January 21st 1991 to my Mom Roxanne and sperm donor Joshua as a Guy.

If you described me with one word, it would be Charming. However, if you want more words, I'd probably say I'm Withdrawn and Obsessive..

If you know me well enough, you should know I came into existence Nineteen years ago into the sunny beaches of Oceanside, California-I gorgeous place filled with sandy beaches littered with trash, all-too-close neighbors, gang fights and graffiti. Not the ideal place for a child to be born to but alas I was. You see we lived in the bad part of town-because that’s all my mother could afford to pay for-because that good for nothing sperm donor was obviously doing s**t diddly. Had my father chosen to help do…well anything I could have probably grown up in the upper part of the beach town and my mother wouldn’t have to work as hard as she did.

It wasn’t too bad though-there was a lot in that small beachside town-food, shopping-surf-people the place was filled with variety and I grew up exposed to all sorts of situations. How we even got from California to Auburn, Maine? I have no clue-I suppose after my sperm donor-hit my mom in a drunken rage-she picked up her me and our s**t and drove until she got to a place she liked-which ended up being here.

I was about eight then-and have lived here ever since. I grew up going to the elementary school, the middle school and now the high school. It’s my senior year and it’s pretty much been suckish. Well A) being that I’ve been in love with Bryony McCray ever since middle school and STILL haven’t gotten the balls to go up and admit this to her. I don’t know if it’s because she has a boyfriend or that I have a girlfriend that is screwing the whole thing up-but it has been like this and I really want to tell her. Everything about her…is just fascinating to me. Nicole? She’s just not the same girl that I had liked in the beginning-but then again-I sort of used her to get Byrony’s attention. It sounds cruel-but somewhere in there-I think she was using me too.

And b) my mother had decided to start dating again-which was totally fine by me. It was something that she needed to do-and I was totally supportive in her quest for finding love and all that s**t. However what I was not okay with was her choice in men. He was like the mirror image of my sperm donor-the exact opposite in every way. He was perfect. Too damn perfect. He was one of those church going lunatics whom really didn’t support my anti-religious ways. Along with that-he and my mother never got into fights, he was…there was just something off about him. Right now it doesn’t sound like he was too much of a bad guy-but what mostly made him the type of guy that pisses me off-was he was willing to ******** my mother on numerous occasions, willing to propose to her and give her all the hope in the world that everything was going to be okay-but the moment that she got pregnant-the b*****d left her. And that was something that tore her up real bad. She felt like a fool-trusting someone like that only to have them be the very guy she was trying to avoid. Right now-she’s getting better-but you know the pregnancy has been hard on her and she isn’t able to work as much. I’ve taken a couple of jobs one that I’m not to proud of actually but I really don’t want to dwell on that.

So that’s my life so far. I do hope things look up.
.

If you put me in a category, I'm The Bad a**.
I can't wait to hear American Cliche by Filter, MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday, System by Chester Beddington, Ugly by The Exies, Coming Undone by Korn or Suffocating To Stay Alive by Sound the Alarm again. My favorite color is mediumaquamarine.

I have craptastic hair, and brillant topaz eyes. My skin is of a light color, with a medium physique.
Standing at 5'10" I weigh 130 and have too many tattoos to list and a set of earrings..

I have strong interests in cooking, art, music, books and hiking, and can be found making food, painting/sketching/drawing a picture, blasting songs in my earphones, reading horror or dirty romance novels and hiking in the forest., though I detest a lot of things. It's only human not to like somethings and naturally I have too many things that I don't like. Overall though it's people. It's sounds really stupid but if you think about it-you might understand why. So my father was a lazy a**-and did absolutely nothing for my mother. If she wanted anything-she had to work for it and get it herself. So people who are incredibly lazy annoy the ******** out of me. I also hate those people who think they are so damn clever and witty. Being an annoying brat-and parading yourself around like you know everything about everything-is not a quality that I think to highly of. I'm not saying I don't appreciate intelligence-I do-it's arrogance that I don't really care much for. Peppy people. There is nothing more annoying than those people who are happy and chatty all the damn time. We get it your happy. Is there anything else? I mean it's human nature to have a variety in emotion-in thought. Otherwise your just happy and boring. But then on the flip side-those people who are depressed all the time. People have rough lives. Yeah, so deal with it. Life isn't always going to be on the plus side-but there's no need in being all ******** sad. If you want to be happy-you can be. We've just demonstrated that with the peppy people. So suck it up and stop being a damn sissy. Speaking of sissies-those girls who cry all the time. God they make me want to go and cut off my ears. There is seriously no need to cry if you stub your finger, or somebody says mean things to you. Get over it already-I mean damn. Besides people- I really don't like country music or gospel s**t. I don't believe in god-and therefore don't really feel the need to hear songs about him. Believe all you want-I have better things to do. If I think of anything else-I'll write it here. This is taking too damn long.. I have a strong habit of Swearing. My mum hates that I have to ******** swear all the ******** time but sometimes you can only describe s**t with a ******** swear. But really that's a bad habit that I have gotten into and my mother often gets on my case for it and a few of my friends. I really do try not to swear all the ******** time. But it slips itself in once in a while., and have a strong fear of loneliness and the dark. Ever since I was young I have had been afraid to be alone. I guess my dad leaving me really affected my psychological mindset and now-being without someone pushes me into an anxiety attack. And the dark-has been something that I had been afraid of since I was little as well. My best friend from elementary school had been walking home from school one day-and being in the area that we were-it wasn't before long that a gang member had come over and jumped the small boy. And ever since-I refuse to be out at night without another person or at all. (depending on the circumstance).

Shh, they can't know that I kissed girl two in a drunken stumble along with boy five! Did you know that I'm dating Girl Four? and that I'm in love with girl One?



xoxoxo xo Oh glorious XxP s y c h o f a i r yxX, thy puppet master of thee.

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♥ ♪ ♥ ♫

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

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[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

...Look closer, are you like me? Are you ugly?...

● Loreli Kaitlin Maisie
●Nineteen
●December 11th 1990

●I’m hardly perfect and I do make a lot of mistakes. I like to think that I’m smart-but I know there is always somebody out there that knows more than I do-and I have accepted that. A lot of my friends call me the Mona Lisa- because when I smile-it looks like I’m frowning. I’m not a sad person by nature-so that irks me a little. They also call me an artist and a pushover-and well I know myself to be both. I’m a very trusting person-oddly enough even more than enough people have given me reason not to be. I like to think that people deserve trust until they proven themselves not to be trustworthy. I'm not what most people would call confident-I really don't see anything especially wonderful in myself. I suppose I'm the shy type-although when I do get the chance I can be quite the chatterbox.

Along with that-I've been called highly sensitive. You know the saying sticks and stones may break my bones-but words will never hurt me? I'm the type that would prefer my bones to be broken. Words are very powerful things-and they have affected my self-esteem and how I view my self image.

●Hm where do I start? I suppose I should start with my birth. I was born and raised here in Louisiana-my mother one of those southern belle types-you know beautiful, charming, hospitable. My father the provider-strong, authoritative and kind. The pair of them were madly in love with each other-the best of friends since High School. It was no surprise to the locals that they got married and well had me.

I was their golden child-a cute little red head with the most adorable smile anyone could ever see. They enrolled me in all sort activities-art classes, music recitals, etiquette-dancing-so I could grow up to be what my papa called-an outstanding citizen and good southern woman. And I took them all-totally engrossed in the thrill and beauty of it all. But that all changed on the eve of my seventh birthday. The three of us-my mama, my papa and me-we all were headed towards one of my art showings-it wasn't something big-after all I was only seven-but my parents being the loving and supportive ones they were-took me to it-despite the rain.

Those are one of the moments in my life-that I wish I could take back-my whining and begging to go to some showing that I wouldn't even remember the art for. Because that night-our car hydroplaned straight into a tree and my parents died and I flew straight out the window. The doctors-they called me lucky-said that I had my life. But what life could I have now? The accident had left me parent less-and my face. My face had been mauled-my whole right side left ugly. I was left in the care of my uncle-a somewhat crazy-but kind man whom reminded me everyday how beautiful I was.

Of course I didn't believe him. If I was beautiful like the flowers and birds-people wouldn't make fun from me. If I was beautiful-it wouldn't pain people to look at me. If I was beautiful people wouldn't fear me. Beautiful? I'm not.

So to help me-I sought the help of the voodoo woman. I heard wondrous things about her-things that both surprised and scared me. But I was willing to pay anything to be beautiful-I was tired of being a monster.

●I like a lot of things-mostly things that are beautiful unlike me. So things like flowers, birds, the sky and the sea fascinate me. I also quite enjoy music-it is definitely the heartstrings of my soul. Sweet things like candy and Pop make my day-as do hugs. Daytime is my favorite time of day-as that is usually the time the clouds are most visible and easier to pinpoint shapes. Along with that-drawing is a hobby of mine.
●There isn't much I can say I really dislike but-I guess I'm not too fond of the dark or automobiles. It took me awhile to even get used to being near a car much less ride in one. Stormy weather-I don't care much for nor do I care much for sour type concoctions.
●I mostly fear people. It's a mutual fear I suppose-they fear me and I fear their hate. My biggest fear however-is that we will never get past this fear-and I will end up living my life alone.
●I have a scar that sets across the length of the right side of my face.
●XxP s y c h o f a i r yxX

[XxP s y c h o F a i r yxX]

◇◇◇Stephen Thomas Selwyn

but that's silly, so call me Steve or Wyn please
I showed up Twenty-Five years ago
and blessed the world on June 7th, 1984
look, I'm a A charming Gentleman
oh and I'm the the young duke, but don't judge me.






◆◆◆ so, here's something for you to gnaw on

I have an uncanny obsession with clothes from other eras-primarily works from the eighteen hundreds. I wear the costumes on a daily basis and some of the girls poke fun at me for it. It’s all fun and game though-I don’t mind it.


◆◆◆ here's the story

So thing is I really am not a duke. It's just some silly nickname that I received and well sort of stuck. It's because I come from a wealthy and affluent family. But let's start at the beginning shall we?

I was born on the seventh in one of the hottest months of 1984 in Canterbury, England. My mother was a french artist and my father a traveling guitarist for the band "Crumpets and Tea-Shirts". They met a social function-a gathering of artists of all sorts where the artists came to mingle and celebrate in the name of all that is art. Well it wasn't exactly love at first sight for the both of them-in fact it was something quite the opposite. I guess the old feud between the British and French had a small part in their immediately dislike of each other. But as the night went on-my mother's witty remarks and my father's incredible voice that ended up winning the pair of them over. The pair of them stayed together-starting off as pen-pals and then eventually their exchanges blossomed into a full on relationship and the pair of them got an apartment in Paris. Several years later-I was born-their only child.

So I grew up knowing all the luxuries a child could be exposed to-but in a responsible fashion. (The both of them were successful in their jobs and so had a lot of money.And somewhere in their a few family members died-leaving their inheritance.) My parents knew the curse that kids could come under-if they were spoiled and tried their best not to do the same to me. I had to work for my things like anyone else would. How did I end up here though? One word-Fate. I ended up here by accident-after getting lost on my way to one of those lawyer late night meetings. The place-it's charm and beauty enticed me. Even more than that though-was one of the girls. She had my heart the moment I saw her. And ever since that fateful day-I've been coming here-showing my support for these lovely and talented ladies. Especially her.





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Despite the common misconception-I'm neither a pervy old man nor a rich spoiled brat. In fact, I'm neither. I'd like to think I'm just Wyn or Steve-a all around nice guy who appreciates the hard work and determination that these girls do. Along with being nice-I can be funny and charming should the chance arise. I can also be a bit of a prig too if you so deserve it. When around certain people I can be a tad bit shy-which only takes me back to those days when I was in preliminary school. Other than that-it depends on the situation to determine my actions.





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Everything's so blurry and everyone is so fake...
and everybody's empty...and everything is so messed up....

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It’s funny. No matter how many years you have remained dead-seeing your own reflection seems to startle you. Was the first thought that entered the young copper haired boy’s head that morning-or was it this morning? It was hard for him to keep time these days. But anyways-it did. He had awoken from one of his many slumbers in front of a mirror. How the mirror had gotten there-He wasn’t quite sure…but It was there none the less. And there in the reflection was himself-or rather a pale transparent sort of rendition of himself.

Death wasn’t the most pleasant experience for the young ghost-and neither was that fact being emphasized by the inanimate object before him. Sighing (as if he could sigh) he stretched his phantom body and headed for a walk into the light filled forest from the rocky area he had been napping. The forest had always taken a different look during the morning hours-the landscaping much less eerie or more magical for lack of better words. Everything seemed to come alive in the daylight-the birds making their presence known with soft chirping, spiders spinning dew filled webs, and forest critters coming for a bite or two to eat.
“Good morning to you too” the boy mumbled as if the animals had knew what he was telling him. That is if they even had seen him at all.

Not many people could see the boy-if anyone at all. He had lived a lonely existence since that fateful day of running and well-it had yet to be filled with anyone. Of course then he would be lying if he said this whole heartedly. He had indeed met some other ghostly beings-but it wasn’t the same as being with an actual human being you know? The ghosts they all whined about being dead and not knowing what to do. Whining about wanting to move on-moaning and groaning. Duncan had accepted this fact. He was dead and that was that. He had given up long ago about trying to figure out why he was here roaming the earth instead of…where ever it was he was supposed to be. The only thing he hadn’t ceased questioning was the whereabouts of his beloved Mehri. He had lost sight of her when that person was chasing them-and then he was…he was….dead.

His walk had led him deeper into the forest and then into a clearing-where all you could see was overgrown wildflowers for miles. He had thought it quite beautiful and set to coming here every morning to see the sunrise. And it sadly today-there wasn’t much of anything. The clouds had over swept the sky in a sort of aerial assault all you seemed to see was a large white orb. He missed the orangey hue that the sun emitted and this white thing was too reflective of what was nowadays a ‘lightbulb’. He sat there until he soon got bored and took to the town. The people may not be able to see him-but he could surely see them. And the were…interesting enough.

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❝Putting the camera in their faces is always the hardest. But you just have to do it.❞

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