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[A Singularly Perky Star]

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Some Text Is In Order.

"Some Talk Is In Order."

'Some Thought Is In Order.'
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Nothing in life is to be feared. Nothing in life
is to be feared. It is only to be understood.

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[A Singularly Perky Star]

▋▍xxxCaiden Lynne O'Mallyxxx ▍▋

『Take A Bite Out Of Me』

You may call me Caidy
I've been around for 17 years
Celebrate me on November 9th.
The doctors pronounced me a loverly lil' lady.
My position is the vocalist.
I came from The US of A. Specifically, Connecticut.
And I happen to desire thems cute boys.
I guess that makes my heart beat for the male guitarist.
I want to claw the female model and the male athlete. eyes out.
My addiction is Painkillers. Lots. It's just over the counter drugs. It's really okay. Really.
I bleed out Dark Cyan, for the text. Lime Green for talking and thinking. Otherwise; Dark Turquoise and Dark Gray.
My doll maker is A Singularly Perky Star


『My Favorites』
✩ Singing. (Duh.)
✩ The rain.
✩ Dark chocolate.
✩ Peace and quiet.
✩ Music.
✩ Theater.
✩ The color blue.
✩ Goofing off.
✩ Going to the movies.
✩ Warm, buttered popcorn.
✩ Painkillers. They make you numb.

『My Dislikes』
✕ Talentless singers
✕ Talkative people. (A bit of a hypocrite.)
✕ Sitting still for too long
✕ Bullies
✕ The color yellow. (She says it make her look fat.)
✕ Snobs.
✕ Being called names.
✕ Being betrayed.
✕ Being told to grow up.



『I've Got A Personality』
Caidy has always been a bit awkward. Oddly enough, she commands the stage. She has plenty of confidence, and doesn't really know what fear is. Her problem is that she is far too innocent for her own good. Her wide-eyed optimism often gets her in trouble. She has a sunny attitude, and celebrates every single one of her quirks. Very energetic, she has no filters. If she'd happy, she really freaking happy. If she's sad, it's the end of the world. If she's angry, she's absolutely furious. There's no real in-between feelings for her. The girl also has a tendency to blurt things out. Horribly blunt, she insults people without meaning to sometimes. She just says what she thinks. Very amiable, but if she doesn't like you she won't bother to disguise it. Always perky, always talking, Caidy is the little slice of sunshine in most people she knows lives.


『My Biography Is A Little Complicated』
Caidy was born in a tiny town in Texas. Say that three times fast. She loves to. Anyway, her parents only stayed in the small town because of Caidy's grandparents, on her mother's side. They weren't rich, not by any extent of the imagination. Their house was in a trailer park and Caidy wore her cousins hand-me-downs as a toddler. To say the very least, her grandparents loved the exceedingly cheerful Caidy, and left her most of their savings when they died. At that time, Caidy was three years old. Too young to use the money, the savings account defaulted to her parents. Apparently, although the town they'd lived in was small, they'd been quite well off. Her parents, swearing to deposit money back into the account, used their legal guardian status to buy a new house in Connecticut and get the hell out of Texas.

To say the very least, Caidy never knew. She missed her friends and her grandparents. Extremely slow to adapt, the girl was stubborn at first about going to daycare, but was quick to embrace the fact that there were new people and they were in awe of her because she'd moved. She quickly integrated herself in with the children, while her parents got new jobs. This time, they found well-paying jobs and started a better life. Soon they lived in a big house and had two new cars, and Caidy was quickly repaid for what they had used to move there. Meanwhile, at the age of five and a half, Caidy started to sing. As a child, she had a sweet voice, and the church her parents attended noticed her talent. The choral director of the youth chorus took Caidy under her wing, and began to teach her. The years passed, and Caidy's voice matured even more. When she was seven, she'd already gotten a vocal coach and was working in theater and got the role of Cosette as a Child in the local production of Les Miserable.

Over the years she'd have many tutors, and by the time she was fourteen people had really started to notice her. She had a gift. A voice that was a pure as snow and had a crazy wide range at that. Often people would find the girl fluttering about the house singing an operetta and then later singing a low tenor part in some Broadway song. Her peers loved her, and she was often picked for the best roles in a musical because she didn't fit in well in the chorus. It was always her dream, though, to perform in front of a large audience and sing for them with all her might. She idolized the classics, and made it her personal goal to be rated up in the top artists with the Beatles and Elvis Presley. Her friends dismissed that as 'a bit far fetched'. But Caidy was not to be put off. Especially with her parents who constantly told her that if she wanted it badly enough, she'd make it.

Although they supported her, they always thought it was odd how she'd hole herself up into her room. Sometimes, Caidy felt like there were walls that were crushing her from all sides, and that she was going to fall apart soon. That's why she took the painkillers. They made her numb. All numb and happy and she liked living in her comfortable little box where life was easy and uncomplicated. She always wanted the childish innocence. No growing up for her.

Her schooling was always substandard, and perhaps that was why they were surprised when they got a message from a school that seemed to be pretty fancy. Learning that it was an academy for the musically talented, Caidy was all too eager to go. She wanted this to be the springboard for her musical career and soon-to-be mega-stardom. Her parents were hesitant to say the least. They didn't want to let their baby go yet. But they were soon swayed by how long Caidy refused to talk to them after they didn't let her go. Soon they were preparing her to go to this school, and Caidy found that she was second-guessing herself for the first time in forever. Her parents, though, told her that she was going to go to the school and shine, just as they had always knew that she would. "Be a star, honey. Be sure to get us your first album when it comes out and sign it so we can show it off. You'll be just fine, my awkward, little girl." She remembers these as the last words from her mother.

Driven by her own determination and those very words, Caiden Lynne O'Mally is ready to put her name in lights and to have her own poster in some little girls room.

[A Singularly Perky Star]

⇢⇢⇢ Blackbird singing in the dead of night
XXXX⇢⇢⇢ Take these broken wings and learn to fly
XXXXXXXX⇢⇢⇢ All your life
XXXXXXXXXXXX⇢⇢⇢ You were only waiting for this moment to arise


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Creative. Awesome. Interesting. Delightful. Energetic. Nice.
A Vocalist. Listen to her song.


Black bird singing in the dead of night ⇠⇠⇠XXXXXXXXXXXX
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see ⇠⇠⇠XXXXXXXX
All your life ⇠⇠⇠XXXX
You were only waiting for this moment to be free ⇠⇠⇠



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"Talking, love. I'm kinda busy y'see. So yeah."

'I really don't want you to hear this! It's kinda personal so I'll think about it.'

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[A Singularly Perky Star]

✖ ✖ ✖ Cedric Timothy Collins ✖ ✖ ✖

My Day Job ::

Water's Lord

I've Blown Out This Many Cakes ::

Actual Age; 334. Age Appearance; 20-something.

Taller Than the Ruler ::

5' 10"

Break the Scale ::

156 lbs.

The Best Descriptors ::

For the most part he's fairly normal. The midnight blue color of his hair is something of an accident - a prank from an old friend of his. He's kept it that way ever since because he enjoyed the color. The other thing that he keeps about him the simple onyx band around his left ring finger. It's one of a pair, the other happens to be his anathema and is engraved with the words 'Goodbye, love.'

People Often Say I'm ::

Cedric is very easy going and adaptable, or that's what everyone says. He's fairly likable, you just want to remain on his good side. He goes with the flow, and people really don't know why he's well respected by others. He seems like the likable slacker. He's helpful and kind. But bound to have mood swings. Much like the sea, he can be calm one moment and raging the next. You have to be careful what you say around this man. He also has a tendency to want revenge and have a very, very long memory. That's probably why the conflict between Water and Fire has yet to be resolved. With most things, he seems to have very little interest in getting things done, but with revenge he's all too ready. For the most part, if you don't bring fire or the involvement of fire up, he'll remain calm. Just be prepared for the sudden mood swings and capricious manner.

Memory Lane ::

Cedric comes from a line of powerful water demons. As such, they never quite made it to Lord in the house hierarchy. His family had many generation of Advisers for previous Lords, and each was very proud to be a member the family. Despite this, his father always demanded more of the boy while he worked in the house's kitchens for the Lord of water. There was always something a little different about Cedric. He never took orders well, and seemed to have the same level of power as any Lord. The previous Lord of Water noticed him, and was quick to take him under his wing, and isolate him from his family.

The reasons for this was clear; he didn't wish to be overthrown by a boy whose family would probably be quick to use him just for those ends. Cedric's life was made much easier, especially since he was now being taught to control his powers from one who knew them better than all others. He had a bright mind, but a tendency to lose focus and wander off. He was often scolded for this by his 'father' but never severely reprimanded. So he kept doing it. He grew to be a very relaxed teenager with enormous potential. And then he found her. The human girl - named Selene MacArthur - who would spin his life upside down and then drop him like a hot potato.

She was beautiful, for a human. She was a marine biologist with a sense of adventure. And he fell for her. An attractive young woman, she was quick to fall to the young man's laid back, adventurous and fun charms. They were very close for several years. People would even say inseparable. And even though the current Water's Lord didn't approve of the relationship, he defied his adoptive father and ended up marrying the woman. This happiness, though, would not last. She began to age, seemingly rapidly to the demon whose life span was far beyond hers. She began to demand answers, and started to research about him and his odd ways. Like drinking a lot of water and taking a bath daily. His ability to stay underwater for ungodly hours at a time was also questioned. Soon, she learned that he was demon of high caliber, and her strict catholic heritage kicked in. Refusing to stay with 'a monster' as she said, she was torn between loving the monster with all her heart and her need to obey her faith. She chose her faith, and took the simple wedding band he'd given her, and had engraved on it 'Goodbye, love.' Cedric neversaw her again, but kept the ring.

To his astonishment, he discovered that this ring held such a sway over him that it rendered him completely useless. Quickly, he took it off, and hid it in the depths of the ocean with the assistance of several aquatic animals, so that he could not touch it. Nearly impossible to reach, one would have to do some very deep dicing to find it hidden inside the underwater cave. Never the less, it changed him. He didn't go out of the house as often, and people were concerned that he was just going to sit there for the rest of his life. It was such a surprise when, as a 30 year old man, he managed to overthrow the Lord of Water and took over the position himself. He filled the spot nicely, and was much kinder the his servants and not half as demanding to the house.

The doll he ended up getting reminded him somewhat of his dear Selene, and so he keeps her close. If anything should happen to her it would probably be his breaking point, and he may just fall apart then and there. He is, therefor, very protective of her, and extremely paranoid about Fire's Lord causing her some kind of harm. He doesn't bring his paranoia into the light though. Extremely delicate, Cedric should be handled with care, else wise there will be a great deal of trouble for the house.

My Interests Lay In ::

☂ Most marine life.
☂ Swimming.
☂ Relaxing.
☂ Sleeping.
☂ Rain.
☂ Piano.
☂ Dancing. The waltz in particular.
☂ Revenge.
☂ Being trusted.

Get It Away From Meeeeee! ::

☁ Fire.
☁ The Lord of Fire.
☁ People who disturb the peace.
☁ Extremely noisy things.
☁ Snobs.
☁ Self-centered people.
☁ Was fire mentioned yet?
☁ Eating seafood.
☁ Rap music.
☁ Pollution.

Lookie here! See What I Can Do! ::

✩ Has the ability to manipulate water. He can't summon it, but he can control what is there.
✩ Has some minor ability to communicate with aquatic animals. It hurts his head to do it though.
✩ Breathing under water! It's lots of fun when there's actually water to breath in.

Beaten, Curses! ::

☢ Has to drink water/be in water at least three times in a day. He'll... kinda dry up and shrivel otherwise.
☢ Has a rather bad grudge on the Lord of Fire. The mere mention of 'fire' can be enough to send him into a rage.
☢ Has very little to no care as to what's going on around him unless it involves the Lord of Fire. Because of his lack of caring, he is very easy to fool.
☢ Needs to be near water to use his powers. He can't just summon up the water. It has to be there. Otherwise, he's a fish outta water.

Things Left Unsaid ::

He's obsessed with his ring. He fiddles with it all the time and often is found staring at it during his silent moments.

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[A Singularly Perky Star]

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Feeling w a r m in your s a n d XXX
I s i n g about the t i d e and the ocean surfXXXXX
Rolling in the evening b r e e z eXXXXXXX

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XH e l l o Seattle, I am a manta r a y
XXXDeep beneath the b l u e w a v e s
XXXXXI'll crawl the s a n d y b o t t o m of Puget Sound
XXXXXXXAnd c o n s t r u c t a summer home

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"Talking. And Stuff. I don't talk much, but enjoy conversation."

'Thinking. Quietly. And stuff. Awesome, innit? You can't hear me!!!'

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[A Singularly Perky Star]

т є s s ι є ȷ α d є ғ є ʟ ι z XXXXXXXXX
"Lemme tell ya, hun. Being a hunter ain't easy. "


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ιт's kιηd oғ cuтє нow γou α s s u м є ι'ʟʟ вє η ι c є.

╚XXXXιт's kιηd oғ cuтє нow γou αssuмє ι'ʟʟ вє ηιcє.XXXX╝

[A Singularly Perky Star]

▋▍xxxHarley Therese LaChancexxx ▍▋

『Take A Bite Out Of Me』

You may call me Harley. Just Harley.
I've been around for eighteen years
Celebrate me on June 25th.
The doctors pronounced me a bratty bouncing girl.
My position is the female drummer.
I came from Chicago, Illinois.
And I happen to desire females.
I guess that makes my heart beat for The Female Rapper, The Female Dancer
I want to claw The female vocalist, the male guitarist, the male model, the female model. eyes out.
My addiction is alcohol. Beer, martinis, Bacardi, wine, hell it don't matter. Even has a fake license so she can sneak it. She will also sneak marijuana where she can get it.
I bleed out Orange Red, Red, Dark Orange, Dim Gray.
My doll maker is A Singularly Perky Star


『My Favorites』
❥ Drumming. (Wouldn't do it if she hated it.)
❥ Most rock/punk/metal music.
❥ Expressing herself freely
❥ Alcohol. (Favors wine.)
❥ Getting tattoos and body piercings.
❥ Going against the grain.
❥ No longer living with her parents.
❥ Kicking back and relaxing.
❥ Dirty Jokes.
❥ Marijuana.
❥ Confusing idiots.
❥ The color red with the colors black and orange.

『My Dislikes』
☠ Bitchy people.
☠ Most pop music.
☠ Her parents.
☠ The color pink.
☠ Spoiled Brats.
☠ People who assume their lives suck.
☠ Being oppressed.
☠ Bullies.
☠ Chatterboxes.
☠ People trying to 'get' her.
☠ Ignorance.
☠ A grand majority of adults.
☠ Swimming.


『I've Got A Personality』
Harley is the tough girl who is always called a b***h behind their back. Having been around the block and shoved around far too often for her tastes, she built herself a towering reputation for being as mean as all hell and willing to do some pretty bad things to those who piss her off. Having a short temper, she was quick to anger and even quicker to have revenge. She's not much a people person. She generally doesn't like people, and they avoid her. She runs with those who have been shoved around like her, meaning the trouble makers. Harley is a rebel. You tell her to do one thing, and she do something else if she decides she doesn't like you. She's very stubborn. Once an opinion has been made, she is stuck there. Naturally defensive, she is quick to snap back with a snarky remark. Very rough cut. She's not afraid to speak up. Although, despite all this, she is a lot of fun to spend time with if she doesn't dislike you. She has a wicked tongue, and is quick to use it to make her friends blush because of her perverted comments. Does well in small groups, but becomes less talkative with more people. Extremely protective of those she's close to. She's an outcast by choice, and enjoys every minute of it.


『My Biography Is A Little Complicated』
Harley's life has never been as easy as she would have liked it to be. Her mother was seventeen when she gave birth to Harley. Being on the outer fringe of society, her mother and her grandparents were good enough to her. Her mother tried to get through school, but between Harley and homework she barely made it out with a degree. Thankfully, she did. Her grandparents, loving regardless of the shocking age she was born at, watched Harley as a child and made sure that she never got into trouble while her mother struggled her way through college. You may be thinking, hey, that's not so bad. It's bad.

At the age of five, Harley's town was flooded. It was by a bloody miracle that her kindergarten class got on the roof in time. Putting it simply, her grandparents didn't get out of the house and drowned. Her mother is still missing. It put her through hell to suddenly be an orphan, and then her father and his family came and picked her up. He wasn't quite ready for it, but he felt the littlest bit obligated to his offspring. He'd made it through college just fine, and Adam LaChance was making it as a lawyer. To say the least, Harley tried to like her father. She really tried. But he wasn't there when she woke up in the middle of the night sobbing to herself. Harley leaned to deal with the dark herself. She became her very own head strong child. She taught herself how to get food - even taught herself where she could find money at all times. Her father was so successful that he never noticed when twenty dollars went missing every time eleven year old Harley got herself pizza. They would move to Chicago when she was twelve.

As a child, she'd always loved band. She joined the percussion section and flourished. She had a particular gift for hearing rhythm. She got no particular training beyond that fact that she showed an interest, and soon had her father buy her a drum kit for her birthday. She practiced on her own, getting beats that she enjoyed the sound of down. It went from simply crashing around on a drum set to actually being a beat that people could join in and dance, sing, or play to. Harley was perfectly happy living by herself and was a fairly normal girl with interest in punk and metal rock with a few shady friends. She even started her own little rock band. They called themselves 'Scream Out' and were well favored by those around them. Within the school they were considered to be pretty cool, and played at several school parties. Then the stepmother came with her dreadful daughter. It wasn't like Cinderella. There was no competition. The loner Harley was not as prissy and perfect as the little rat that her stepmother came with. Her father delighted in being able to spoil a normal child with good grades. Her stepmother was quick to allow Harley to just fade into the background and quietly try and change her into a normal girl with normal interests.

First she raided her closet and tossed half of it out. Harley, luckily, rescued most of it and hid it inside her large house. Then her mother told her that she was no longer allowed to hang out with her friends and go to skateboarding club. The final straw was when she caught her stepmother taking away her drum set. It was at that point that Harley changed her tune. She cut off her hair, and had it slicked into a new style. She wore extreme make up. Got her lip pierced and then her ears pierced in six places. She got a tattoo of a skull on her lower back. She also fell totally to the punk clothing style. It was also then that she developed her drinking and marijuana habit. Screw her parents, they just wanted to mess with her. Contemplating running away, she only stopped at that because her father plead with her to stay, and promised that he would keep her stepmother away from her things. It worked, but now her stepmother simply hated the teenager and gave her dirty glares and angry lectures whenever she could. Harley had a great time. She was now completely free, and was allowed to totally be herself. She decided that she even liked her extreme new look.

Needless to say, she was surprised to get the letter offering her a chance to go to a new school. She was too eager to expand upon her drumming possibilities, and to get away from her family. They pretended to miss her, and she didn't even bother pretending to regret going. "Bye, dad. See ya later, maybe." And with that she took her ticket and dashed onto the plane. Once in her seat she even said, "So long, suckers!" as soon as they were off the ground. Harley is ready to be free and do what she loves.

[A Singularly Perky Star]

Really gets you down when you don't b e l o n g
An' everyone around says you g r o w e d u p wrong
But why do they r e s e n t it, I ain't doin' anything


ι wouʟd вє тнє ғємaʟє d я u м м є я.


They say that I'm d e m e n t e d an' I never could sing
Then everywhere I went I caused them s u c h a l a r m
You know I n e v e r m e a n t to cause anybody harm, no




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"Talking."

'Thinking.'



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Just a victim of c i r c u m s t a n c e
Doesn't it s h o w
I'm just a v i c t i m of circumstance
W h e r e v e r I go
Just a victim of b a d r e p u t a t i o n
I go n o c h a n c e of shakin'

[A Singularly Perky Star]

✭ ✭ ✭ Mairead Lethe ✭ ✭ ✭
Previously Felicity O'Neely. Now, better known as Sylph.

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"You there! Boy! I'm TALKING to YOU. Yes, you! Come here!"

'My goodness! I can't have you hear this! I'm THINKING. So ignore me.'

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[A Singularly Perky Star]

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I'm a vampire? How cliche.



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breath"You'd better listen! Whatever I'm saying is probably important. M'kay?"

breath'If you can hear this, I feel for you. Besides, you'd better stay out of my mind out I'll poke you with my spork.


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[A Singularly Perky Star]

" A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition. "
James Emerson Cox

+ - - - - {back to b α s i c s}

born with the name » James » but i love to be called » Jamie.
in a world of ups and downs i've survived to be » Twenty Three.
i began dying on » July 23rd
underneath it all i'm just one hell of a » Male.
i like to play with » Shhh... Boys.
things are different now and i am » Humanity is sweet.
what is love? » No one. I'm way too busy keeping my sexuality on the down low to notice anyone...

+ - - - - d i v i n g {deeper into it, OH! d e e p e r}

life stops for no one, but time can freeze » A picture? I'm so flattered! Say cheese!
i have secrets, but let's just break it down » When I was born, my mother was given the sad news that - due to how I was born - she would never be able to have another child afterward. She was sad, indeed, but because of me she refused to remain depressed about it. My father worried over her constantly, but Mom was obstinate in sticking the statement, "I may not be able to have any more children, but I am thankful to have at least one beautiful baby boy." She was very devoted about caring for me. A little obsessively so. Her possessiveness - my father would say - was born of her inability to have any more children. Because of my life as an only child, I was often spoiled. With my father's job as a well-paid music teacher and a well-known saxophonist in a jazz band, we had good means and lived in a great house.

My parents - Jaden and Mary Anne Cox - were a lot of fun. I remember days where I would toddle home from school to find that the house had been made over for an extreme game of hide and go seek; obviously themed to whatever season it was. My favorite time of the year was Halloween or Easter. It was then that they would hide dozens of pieces of candy and my friends and I would get to go through my house and find them. It was not til I was the favorite to hang out with in the neighborhood. My naturally cheerful attitude and welcoming smile made me someone whom others gravitated towards. I had dozens of friends. I generally liked everyone. I also came with the assumptions that everyone would keep liking me. Boy was I wrong.

Well, I was a good guy. My grades were great. I wouldn't call myself a perfect student, but I was pretty good. I was also a good runner and was quick to do soccer and track. I was one of those great well rounded guys with the good looks, the winning personality, and the sport skills. I rose to a point where I was proclaimed to be the hottest guy in the middle school. Not a big title, but at that time it meant a lot. My parents - still the coolest on the planet - were proud and I was generally fawned upon by my grandparents, idolized by my younger cousins, and well-liked by my aunts and uncles. To say the very least, I was the golden child. It was odd, though, I never really learned to like any girls like the rest of the guys in my glass. Well, I liked them, that was sure enough, but I didn't ever feel the need to like like them. The reasons for this would come to me later when a new guy came to the school.

The first thing one noticed about Devin was that he was one of those twiggy music geeks with a lisp and a swept aside hairdo. He was one of those people who was unabashed about his feelings. He was, quite blatantly, gay. In my sophomore year, I was already feeling a great deal of pressure from my friends to date a girl, but my reasons for never getting one was that 'I hadn't met the one'. But I'd grown to like my popularity, and was looking much harder for the right person. I'm a hopeless romantic who believes that love should be not just for looks, but for who they were. I - quite literally - ran into Devin. It was one of those grand moments. We knocked each other over, our eyes met, and there was a feeling of connection through some odd way. I avoided him, but he kept following me. One day he cornered me on my walk back to school, and we talked. I came to realize that I liked him, one could even say I was attracted, after a few weeks of walking home with him, but I was far too afraid of my popularity to ever say anything. My normal ease and confidence seemed to fade around him. Then, one day, he asked me if I would like to go out with him. It was a shock, to say the least. I said yes. It was a good date. We kissed. It was so romantic and it felt so right that I thought I might just burst from joy.

The next day it was around the school like a disease that I liked guys. It clicked to everyone, and I was very surprised to find that many of my friends wouldn't accept me because of it. It was a blow to me. My naivete had made me hope that perhaps they'd accept that. But no. The golden boy was torn down. I'd often hear when wandering through the halls, "Such a pity. Why are all the hot ones gay?" It made me feel awful. My reputation in shams, I kept my relationship with Devin on the low, mostly because people had yet to find basis for the sudden rumor. Perhaps it had come from one of the many girls I'd said no to. The sad thing was Devin, unlike I, was not afraid. He wanted to come out and be my boyfriend without shame. In one of our many fights about said argument, he finally told me that if I pushed him to stay in hiding for much longer, he was going to leave. I was a fool. He left. I was quick to silence the rumors, and I returned to being the perfect guy, eluding all the girls who could never attract me.

I found that I was good at sewing. My mother had taught me while I was at home. I also found that I could draw quite well. I focused on these skills, and became a fashion designer who had the potential to be an architect. While I would design buildings for a company, I sewed and designed as a hobby. One day I was noticed, and what used to be a hobby became a full time thing. I was quite business smart, and so my tiny designing business rose through the ranks quickly. I have settled in a much larger location, and live very comfortably with many underlings. I have to say that on days where I sit back and watch the city, I often marvel at the fact that I, the straight A sport star, became a designer when I had many other roads I could take.

I was glad - when this disease started raging - I was one of those unaffected. I'm afraid of it. Vampires are something that used to make me shudder as a child. I try to think of it in a cheerful way, though. Whatever it is, it's supposed to happen. I don't believe in coincidences. I also believe that I can brave any storm as long as I keep grinning. It's just the way I am. I can only hope that no one I know personally gets it.
i'm pretty normal when it comes to certain things » Everyday is a fresh start. I have a very optimistic outlook on what's going to happen. I like to think of things as a fresh start and a new opportunity. I am not as tightfisted as you may think of most businessmen as. I enjoy being able to the right thing, and am a big fan of 'the greater good'. I keep my nose clean. No under the counter deals for me. You deal with me straight and clean. I am obstinate about this. I also pick the jobs I do. You aren't allowed to boss me around. I also won't let you wear something dreadful with my name tagged on it. As a client, I should please you, but as the designer I refuse to make anything that will make my name a farce.

I am extremely charismatic. I can talk to someone for hours and never get old. I know what to say and when. I am a relatively new designer, and so I have to keep my image pristine. Because of this I don't ever let much of my dorky fun side out when having a conversation. I sound sophisticated around the right people, and am funny and exciting around those I should be such around. My personality that people see is nothing more than a skin. I pretend to be whatever they want. I've been quite lost in my celebrity, and I often feel exhausted by the end of my long days. Between the business meetings, the conversations with my well-paying clients, and the parties, I have very little time to be me. And have no one to share me with. Perhaps that's my problem.

My naivete has faded away. I am now knowledgeable in how to handle most situations. Versatility is required for my world, and I have become quite the snob because of my newly acquired status. I'm just lonely. Between my building popularity in fashion circles and the rank I've risen to, I feel so alone. I feel like there's no one who could ever get close enough to me. It's kind of sad, actually, that a friendly man like me cannot get a date. But I'm still enough of a hopeless romantic that I enjoy my evenings watching romance movies and feeling sorry for myself. I just want to find the one. And I'm terribly lost as to how I'm supposed to do that.
i'm quite talented at » Nothing abnormal. No leaping over tall buildings for me. I'm athletic, but not greatly so.
i'm quite deadly with » I keep a small pistol in my desk. Although I don't approve of weapons, I find that having them somewhere is useful. Especially with these vampires running about.

+ - - - - o t h e r { d e t a i l s of myself }
my addictions » Buttered Popcorn
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i am absolutely repulsed by » Peppers
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the boogey man has nothing on these » Never Finding True Love
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behind closed doors » Wanna know why I don't make unsavory deals? Because I made one. I didn't follow through with it either. So now I get this feeling that someone's gonna get back to me on that...
Extra » I'm allergic to bananas. The smell of them makes me feel ill and if I eat one I swell up. It's kinda icky.

+ - - - - { the t r u t h }
Colour my Soul » Red, Tomato, Crimson, Gray
my lord and master is » A Singularly Perky Star

[A Singularly Perky Star]

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S o lets s p e n d the afternoon
in a c o l d hot air b a l l o o n.
L e a v e your jacket b e h i n d.
We n o w c a n touch the t r e e t o p s over t o w n.
I c a n ' t w a i t to k i s s the ground wherever we t o u c h back d o w n.

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