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❝ three descriptive words / traits about your character ❞

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★ ▉ ▉ в α c k . т o . т н є . в α s ι c s
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__________. . . and now you'll lead the way, show the light of day, nice work you did, you're gonna go far kid (trust decieved!). . .

⇨--`----the one and﹙ONLY﹚!!
. . . what they call me . . .
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nicknames

⇨--`----alive and﹙KICKIN'﹚!!
. . . a star was born . . .
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age & birthday


★ ▉ ▉ d ι g g ι n g . d є є p є r
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__________. . . with a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes, right between the eyes . . .

⇨--`----how the real me﹙SHINES﹚!!
. . . they told me to watch my temper . . .
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personality

⇨--`----it all started long﹙AGO﹚!!
. . . here's my story . . .
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biography (3 paragraphs minimum)


★ ▉ ▉ y o u . k n o w . w н a т . ι . l ι k є
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__________. . . when you walk away, nothing more to say, see the lighting in your eyes, see 'em running for their lives . . .

⇨--`----ways to my﹙HEART﹚!!
. . . gimme, gimme !! . . .
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likes

⇨--`----vile﹙THINGS﹚!!
. . . keep it away !! . . .
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dislikes




Signed By:_________________________
________PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL__________

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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Kendrew had never been one for large parties. He felt out of place a very uncomfortable within the drunk and grinding crowd. Normally, he was the first to decline an invitation to one of the frequent college festivities, and yet, tonight he found himself being drug to one, despite his reluctance. Amelia, a close friend of his who fancied herself to be his girlfriend had insisted he come as her date, saying that it wouldn’t be much fun without him. Of course, he denied that, but she ignored him and dragged him with her. Of course, a quick excuse of him getting sea-sick and she quickly left him to his own devices. Honestly…He thought, leaning against the wall with a cup of mysterious liquid that burnt his throat in hand. So much for not drinking. No one seemed to be checking for Id's here, but then again, he thought of the person who was hoasting the party and that all quickly made sense. She had to have known this would eventually happen. Why Amelia insisted on carting him around with her like a pet he had no idea, they weren’t a couple, not that he was aware of anyway…He didn’t think he’d ever agreed to be anything other than friends…Well, unless she’d ambushed him with the question while he was in the middle of painting, then he had no clue. Kendrew had a bad habit of ignoring everything when he was in the middle of putting something onto canvas.

Taking another tentative sip of his drink and shaking his head as it burned a trail down his throat, Kendrew pushed away from the wall and waded –or rather stumbled– through the mingling people to plop down in a chair near the railing of the ship. He breathed in a deep lungful of salty sea air and released it, glad to be out of the sweltering room filled with sweaty people. While he was a lover of pretty much all music, he could only take so much of that throbbing beat before a migraine started pulsing in his temples. That, and all the drunk people that had tried to hit on him. Both boys and girls alike had attempted to pull him onto the dance floor and he had declined each and every one. Why? Well, he didn’t particularly know. He couldn’t find any particular attribute that he liked in either gender more than the other. Sometimes he found a woman to be particularly attractive, and at other times he thought a guy was very handsome. And then there were times when he didn’t like either gender. It was a confusing and frustrating situation he‘d found himself in. Needless to say, he didn’t date.

Gazing out into the night, listing to the combination of the waves rushing against the ship and the dull bass from inside, the artist wished he’d brought a sketch pad with him. It would have made a wonderful picture, all the blacks and navy blues contrasted against the warm and wild colors within the party…He gave a small relaxed hum and took another gulp of the fiery liquid. Maybe he could get his camera? Did I even bring my camera? Hmm, my head’s fuzzy, I can’t really remember…strange. A loud chorus of giggles erupted close to him and he jumped, his senses more than a little fuzzy from the combined effort of a headache and the obviously strong booze. He easily spotted Amelia and a couple of her friends tripping over each other and laughing loudly. Kendrew blinked and quickly turned his attention to way, hoping that his so called ‘date’ wouldn’t notice him. Luckily she seemed to mistake him for some other random party goer and passed him by, much to his relief. Ugh, he needed to stop drinking whatever was in this cup. It was making him pleasantly buzzed and out of control, something he didn’t usually like.

Standing up to dispose of the cup in one of the trashcans, he tripped over the leg of the chair and stumbled, falling against the wall. He giggled drunkenly and stumbled on his way. Once back inside, he dumped the cup, not particularly caring that it had fallen out of the already full trashcan. Someone suddenly grabbed onto his wrist and yanked him into the throng of dancers and pulled him close. “Come dance with me, lover!” Kendrew didn’t protest this time and found himself actually enjoying the feeling of someone pressed so close to him, swaying in time with the beat. He didn’t even know who the person was, and he didn’t really care. Eventually though he had to stumble out of the crowd for a breather. He fell against the railing of the yacht and slid down, leaning back shivering in the cool air. Mm, I should do that again! He thought, smiling at idea. But before he could fully get to his feet, the yacht suddenly tilted, sending him crashing onto the deck face first, head smacking into floor painfully. The nineteen year old groaned softly. But first I think I’ll sleep…

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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This morning was an uneventful, just as all the others before had been for Cameron. Waking up early –as much as he disliked it– was becoming a familiar routine that comforted and annoyed him at the same time. While he liked knowing what he needed to do the next day, he sorely missed the days before he’d landed his new job where he could sleep in till noon and wake up slowly instead of in a rush. Well, at least this morning his boyfriend wasn’t here to make things go even slower like he had a couple days ago. As much as he cared about his boyfriend, Cameron was not a morning person and didn’t like having someone slowing him down and making him rush. And if Jasper was good at anything, that was it. Every time he came and stayed the night, in the morning he would wake up with him and try to tug him back into bed and convince him to skip work. The twenty-four year old was in college still and seemed to think that just because he didn’t have a job, he could make Cameron late for his own. Now, Jasper was lucky to be allowed to stay on the weekends, let alone the weekdays. The Texan woke up and quickly hopped into the shower and brushed his teeth before dressing in some simple black slacks and a pastel green button up shirt with a black tie and black shoes. That was another thing he had to get used to, actually ‘dressing up’ for work. He was used to wearing jeans and simple t-shirts on a day to day basis, so this was a little new for him. After that he’d grabbed himself an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island before grabbing his phone, keys, jacket and messenger bag off the little counter by the door and leaving the apartment.

After grabbing a couple coffees, one for himself and his boss Mrs. Rease, Cameron booked it to the office so he’d get there just shortly after the VP did so he could help her set up. It was odd, playing an assistant, and sometimes he felt like he was more in the way then actually helping. But he hadn’t been fired yet so he figured he must have been doing a decent job at least. Upon entering the office, he’d greeted his employer with a polite “Good-morning, Mrs. Rease,” in that smooth southern drawl he’d quickly become known for around the office. He’d gotten plenty of comments on it the first day at work, enough that he’d become a little self-conscious. He’d given the woman her coffee and reminded her of any appointments she had and helped her set up for the meeting that would occur later in the morning. Luckily for Cameron, Harper made his job fairly easy, considering the woman was quite efficient and organized. She tended to do most of the work herself, asking him to do little mundane things like help set up a power point, run errands and take notes in meetings. The Texan sometimes wondered how the woman could do all the things she did and not go insane with the amount of work that was piled on her. God knew Cameron would have gone stir-crazy if he’d been handed all that work.

Soon enough, people had started filing in and each turning to their duties, including the Board of Directors. It was times like this that Cameron felt seriously uncomfortable in his own skin. He knew a lot of workers found him to be nothing but a country bumpkin, trying to make things work here in New York. So he was always the first to move out of the way and stand in the shadows while Harper entertained and distracted everyone until the CEO finally arrived. He hated being in the center of attention, especially when he knew all he’d get were condescending looks and rude comments. When said CEO finally did arrive, it was all Cameron could do not to stare at him. It was nearly an impossible feat. Eric Kemp commanded everyone’s attention, including the board of Directors and himself. Ever since he’d run into the older male, he couldn’t keep his mind off him, especially at work. Knowing Mr. Kemp was never far away set him on edge in a not entirely unpleasant way. He was extremely handsome, and even if he didn’t know much about his character, that alone was enough to grab his attention. The only thing he knew about him was that he was rumored to have many lovers that he never kept around for very long, and that was part of the reason he had a body guard. It was shallow of him, to pay any real attention to rumors, but he didn’t even know the man! What else was he supposed to do? He’d only run files or papers that needed his approval to him a couple of times since he’d started working here. He could never keep himself from tripping over his words while in his presence….needless to say the other man probably saw him as more of an idiot and a nuisance, than anything else. Which was a little depressing, though a nice little reminder that he was in fact already dating someone.

The ever silent Alan trailed behind and stood near the window, not far from where Cameron was sitting with a pen and pad in hand to jot down notes. To be honest, Alan intimidated Cameron. He didn’t know what it was, whether it was the severe posture and stern set to his face, or the way he projected this dangerous air. It was hard to talk to the man –not that they got many opportunities to speak– and he often found himself just falling into an awkward silence. Just as well, I probably would only irritate him if we did actually get into a conversation. he thought dejectedly. "So has anyone else come up with a better idea for this 'toy tech' dilemma?" Cameron snapped to attention when Eric suddenly spoke, officially beginning the meeting. Right on cue, Mrs. Rease started her presentation, bringing the attention of the board members away from Mr. Kemp and onto herself. Pen poised over the paper, the assistant immediately started jotting down notes and questions as soon as they popped up, knowing Harper would want them later on.

OOC: ugh, I'm so sorry this is so short and it took so long. I was dealing with writers block .__.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

C H R I S T I N A I S A B E L L A C O N R A D

"I may be slightly bitchy, but that’s only because I don’t know how to say YOU politely."
Little Miss B***h

✖✖✖xox ' Schizophrenia '

→ Only one of me » Christina Isabella Conrad
→ I go by » Christy or Bella
→ Fortunately, I've been around for » Seventeen years
→ I'm a » girl
→ I'm also a » Straight as can be
→ I'm this » Five foot seven inches tall
→ I'm this » one hundred and fifteen pounds heavy
→ Shh! Don't tell that I » like the dog

✖✖✖doo' Dead Before I Died '

Do you really need to know my background? It honestly isn’t all that exciting. I was born late in the middle of the summer, seventeen years ago on July thirteenth. Nothing spectacular, no horrible close calls or anything like that. Just a simple birth. I suppose I should be grateful that nothing bad happened, but it would make for a more exciting story if it had. Anyway, I’m the second born and the baby in the family, and I am treated as such, sadly enough. My older –by eleven years– sister Chelsea became something of a second mom during my infant and toddler years. Not to say that our mom wasn’t there, she certainly was. Our family was pretty close, one of those sorts of families like the Crosby’s, minus the three extra kids. Especially my sister. As soon as I was born, she was there, wanting to hold me and feed me and play with me. How can I remember this? Mom’s got a habit of recording anything she considers significant, which was a good portion of my childhood years. So I’ve seen the tapes of me and my sister. Chelsea has a very strong maternal instinct you see. As long as I’ve known her she’s always wanted to have kids or be around them. Ah, but I’m getting off track.

By the time I was old enough to do so, I was strutting around the house in my dress up clothes, pretending I was this big supermodel. I’d dress up in my mothers and sisters clothes and make them take pictures of me for hours. Of course I’m rather embarrassed to look back on such things, but that’s besides the point. Where my sister wanted to do something that involved kids, I wanted to do something that involved a runway and traveling the world while photographers took my pictures. Ever since I was little, I always wanted to be a model. Why, I’m not sure. I just do. I wanted to wear the expensive clothing, travel all over the globe and do something exciting! My parents probably assumed it was just a faze. Like how little girls always want to be pop stars or ballerinas when they grew up. Needless to say, I was the more outgoing and rambunctious of the Conrad kids. I’ve always been a stubborn person, and I don’t think my parents ever realized just how stubborn I could be until I hit my teens. Fun times ahoy!

As soon as I hit puberty, I gained an attitude that often got me into trouble. You see, my parents are well off, and we have plenty of money to spare. At the time, I flaunted that and became a spoiled brat. Middle school was the place I wanted to make a name for myself. Well, I did, but it‘s not the name that I had in mind.. I wore expensive clothing and bragged about it through out my school days. People either hated me or loved me for it. Those who loved me for it clung to my coat tails and fed off my scraps, and became my “friends” for the benefits. Those who hated me…well, they hated me. While middle school certainly wasn’t my best or proudest years, those were also the years where I learned to be something different. By the end of junior high, I ditched my so called friends and instead focused on trying to overcome my new ‘b***h’ status. I wanted to be someone people admired, not loathed and used to get what they wanted. I didn’t want to be ‘little miss b***h’. I tried to throw myself into my studies like my sister did when studying to get into medical school, and failed horribly. I wasn’t book smart like Chelsea was. I was realistic and was smart in the common sense sort of way.

When high school rolled around, I found that it was completely different from middle school. Here, I became somewhat of a nobody until I managed to thrust myself to the top. Here, I didn’t mind so much people calling me a b***h. I took the name differently than I did when I was in junior high. In high school, I was the tough chick that didn’t take any s**t from anyone. I was bold, sassy and outgoing, and I did what I wanted regardless of what other people thought. I would strut through the halls as if I owned the place, and as far as I was concerned, I did. No one could make me feel like I was some horrible person for carving out a place for myself. No one could hurt me. So when people called me a b***h, I smiled and thanked them. Of course, I never actually liked being called one, but I never let people know that. Teens in high school are like wolves. If they sense any sort of weakness on you, they’ll latch onto it and rip you to shreds. I couldn’t let that happen. No, I wait and release any pent up hurt and frustration when I’m alone. I can’t say my parents approve of all of this, but it’s not something they have any say in. Even if I’m their youngest, their baby, they can’t protect me forever. Anyway, It was in high school that I made real friends, like my best friend Callie. We’re total opposites, and that’s possibly why we get along so well. She’s such a klutz but I love her. She puts up with my bad moods like a champ, and I can’t thank her enough for that. No one else would put up with my bad moods and moments of pure ‘bitchness’ like Calliope does.

Well…That’s not entirely true. See, there’s this guy and he’s a moron –aren’t they all?– and he won’t leave me alone. See, he’s the son of my sisters fiancé, Mr. Dragon –who I do not get along with–, not to mention the younger brother of Erin Daly –who I do get along with–, and he’s such a touchy-feely sort of guy and he’s constantly trying to hug me, which I hate. Of course, Mr. Dragon usually manages to keep him off me most of the time, and the times when he isn’t around, I can pretty much fend him off. For some reason, he doesn’t share his families ‘no touch’ policy. Calliope is dating Mr. Dog’s brother, Wesley Daley, and they have pretty much zero physical contact. She's confided in me that it's a little frustrating, and the same goes for my sister and her beau Mr. Dragon! Which is part of the reason we argue so much, Mr. Dragon and I. He doesn’t seem like he cares about my sister, with the way he never touches her, or hugs her or kisses her or anything! I don’t understand it, how can you have a relationship without any physical contact? In any case, Mr. Dog doesn’t seem to have a problem with being touched or touching others, if his constant attempts to hug me are any indication. I have to admit though, he is pretty cute and nice when he keeps his hands to himself. There’s just something infectious about his personality that makes it hard to hate him for very long. Not to mention his persistence. In all the time that I’ve spent pushing him away and yelling at him, he hasn’t given up on me. Such a strange, strange boy.

✖✖✖doo ' Kandyland '

God, what else do you want? Is it my fault your too stupid to realize what sort of personality I have? Do I need to dumb this down for you? You’re pathetic. Okay, see that right there? That’s blunt honesty. It’s hard, and its cruel, and it probably hurts, but it’s for the best. Honesty is the best policy when it comes to telling people how it is. I’m certainly not going to beat around the bush just so your wittle feelings don’t get hurt. If you’re acting like a moron, I’ll tell you you’re acting like a moron and then some. So I guess people calling me ‘little miss b***h’ isn’t completely unfounded. I’ve got a wicked temper and a non-existent tolerance for stupidity and I’m horribly impatient. I don’t tolerate liars around me. You better be honest about your intentions towards me, or I’ll turn into the big bad b***h faster than you can say ‘but I can explain!’. Sorry baby, that s**t don’t fly with me. Let’s just say I’ve got a temper like the reddest red-head and leave it at that. People who really get my blood going –and not in a good way– are people who lack commonsense. Good god people, how hard is it to understand that if you walk into a busy street, you’re probably going to get run over by a car? Use your head, and maybe you’ll live long enough to procreate and spawn an equally stupid child. Not that we need anymore of those in our society. I may not be especially book smart –not to say I’m not intelligent!– but I’m extremely smart in the common sense way.

I’m not a pushover and I’m very stubborn. I’m not going to let someone push their opinions or plans on me. Sorry bub, that ain’t gonna fly with me either. I have been and will always be independent. I do not need some boy to make me happy. I don’t need you to be my knight in shinning amour and I don’t need you to protect me. I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself. I don’t place my trust in others very easily. You’ve got to earn my trust first, and I can tell you right now that it’s not an easy task. Once you have my trust, you have a loyal friend on your hands. Break that trust and our friendship is over, I don’t care what the excuse is. I’m wary of new people and people who come close to my important people. Like Mr. Dragon for instance. I’ll always give him a hard time because he’s with my sister. Sorry, but she’s my sister and I’m going to do whatever I can to protect her from being hurt.

Despite my reputation as being a “b***h”, I’m honestly not that bad. I’ve got my quirks just like everyone else does. Mine are just slightly more vicious than yours. You’ve just got to get used to how I do things and what buttons not to push. Once you learn that, we’ll get along just fune. Anyway, I can be genuinely charming when I want to be. I can be outgoing and kind. I usually don’t have a reason to, but I can be if given the chance. I’m a lover of all things fun and so my friends and even people I don’t know become a target for my more playful moments. I tease and I usually don’t mean my teasing to be hurtful in any way, though that’s what sometimes happens. Please try not to take it so personal, my mouth sometimes gets ahead of my brain. I can be a bit of a flirt when the moment strikes me, and while I never mean to lead others on, it’s a downside to the trait. I’m a naturally bold and playful person, I’ll do outlandish things in order to get a laugh and I don’t back down from dares. I am the queen of truth or dare. I’ve gone skinny dipping before. Whoo, what a rush! I’d do it again too in a heart beat. I am a generally happy person and caring when I’m with the right people. I’m not someone to be crossed, or played with. I don’t appreciate it, and I’ll never forgive you. I have my own moments of insecurity, though you’ll never see them if I can help it. Moments of distress and helpless frustration that are kept under wraps till I can deal with it privately. I’m the person you love to hate and hate to love, but you love me anyway don’t you?

✖✖✖doo ' Black Dahlia '

→ I tolerate » Clothes, the idea of modeling, music with a good beat, my sister, hot chocolate with marshmallows, warm weather, soft beds, Mr. Dog (but don't you dare tell him!), dancing, pretty much any animals.
→ These screw up my flow » Winter, the cold, exsessive physical contact, my personal bubble being invaded, being startled, food with strange textures, Mr. Dragon, Mr. Dog, migraines, being called a b***h
→ I don't get scared, but these creep me out » thunder, dolls, mascots
→ I hope to » become a model someday, travel the world, find someone who really gets me and love them with all my heart.

✖✖✖doo ' Freaxxx '

→ I can roll my tongue!
→ I watch re-runs of Americas Next Top Model and practice the poses in my room
→ I do actually like the dog, but he's so touchy-feely and intense...It's a little overwhelming...to think someone could like me that much.
→ I actually really like kids, shockingly enough.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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Was it safe to come out yet? Were the she-demons gone now? After Kristy and her little group of friends had stormed the house, some of them had immediately gone for him, cooing about how cute he was and how they wanted to pet the orange tabby. Confused and startled out of his mine from the suddenly large amount of attention, Axel had immediately sought refuge from them in his trusty cat tree, only to find he wasn’t safe there either. See, the cat tree wasn’t especially tall –since he was only a kitten, he didn’t need a very big one– and the girls could easily reach him in it. In the end, he’d slid under his owners bed and hissed and scratched at anyone who dared try to reach for him. Eventually Kristy called them off and demanded Isaac take her and her hoard of devil friends to the mall. And while Axel was more than relieved to have them leave, he wished they didn’t have to take Isaac with them. Slowly crawling out from under the bed, ears perked and swiveling around to try and catch any sounds that might indicate he wasn’t alone in the house, the ginger kitten padded across the room to the half closed door of his owners room and paused. Now what should he do? No one was in the house at the moment, so he could very easily do whatever he wanted.

The kittens belly gave a small rumble and he mewled before remembering he was alone in the house. Isaac wasn’t here to give him any of those funny kitten treats that left a strange after taste in his mouth. He supposed he shouldn’t complain, but he definitely preferred tuna right out of the can instead of the treats. Trotting back into the room and over to Isaacs closet, the kitten paused and started the transformation back into his human skin. The orange and cream fur receded back into his pores, exposing smooth light tan skin. Red brown hair sprouted from his head and kept growing until the tips of his hair barely brushed his shoulders. Amber eyes changed to a soft honey brown, the pupils taking on a more round shape. Finally a naked boy was left in the kitten’s place, the only reminder of what he had previously been were the two dark orange cat ears popping out of the top of his head and the long tail extending out of his tailbone.

Kendrew shifted and swayed dizzily on his hands and knees for a moment, reaching up to grab his head. No matter how many times he changed from one form to the other, it never failed to wipe him out. The cat boy stretched out his body in a feline manner, extending his arms out in front of him and his upper body pressing to the floor, pushing his rump into the air, tail frizzing in pleasure. After his languid stretch, Kendrew shuffled through Isaac’s closet, looking for the large baggy t-shirt he always wore whenever he turned to his human form. It was his owners shirt, he could tell by the smell, but it was old and hardly ever used so he felt it was alright to use it. He didn’t bother with shorts or jeans. He felt awkward as it was, using his owners clothing to cover himself, so putting on some of Isaac’s shorts or boxers just felt strange.

Pulling the shirt on clumsily, Kendrew pushed himself to his feet and wobbled as he got used to walking on two legs again. Whoa, it felt strange to be this high up again! He thought, walking out of his owners room and down the stairs and heading into the kitchen. The orange and cream tail twitched excitedly behind him while his ears were pricked forward and twitched every now and then whenever he caught the sound of the birds outside. At the moment he was more interested in finding something to ease his hunger than the birds which usually fascinated him as a kitten, and so he made a bee line straight for the refrigerator. Tuna, tuna, where art thou tuna? He sang inside his head, tail swaying behind him as he rummaged through the various groceries to try and find the fish. He almost purred when he spotted the cream. While it wasn't what he was craving for, he certainly didn't mind the small detour in his search. He pulled out the carton and drank straight from it, licking away the cream mustache on his upper lip before returning to his search. The cat boy had been so preoccupied with putting something in his stomach that he never heard the front door open, nor the footsteps.

“Yo, Axel stop trying to get in the ******** fridg….” Kendrew’s ears shot around, pointing towards the sound of his owners voice. His tail pointed straight up behind him and he pulled back suddenly, head and eyes whipping around to land on Isaac. The cat boy beamed as his tail quivered in pure joy behind him. Isaac was home! He dropped the carton of cream and bounded over to the stunned boy, throwing his arms around his neck and hugging himself to him tightly. “Isaac!” he chirped happily, nuzzling his cheek and butting his head against his neck. For a moment he completely forgot he was in his human form and half naked at that, and that his owner had absolutely no idea who he was. But he remembered quickly enough and stiffened against his human, before quickly backing away with an anxious expression on his face. His ears tilted back and flattened down slightly while his tail lowered slightly and curled at the end, showing his uncertainty. For a moment he feared Isaac would run away from him, or even get angry and throw him out of the house. God knows he probably scared the crap out of the boy with his weird extra appendages and overly friendly greeting.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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they call me..
Amaya Okane

but you can call me
Maya, Amy, 'hey you'

eternally young..
Eighteen

in the mirror i see
A Fem Fatal

i can reach the top shelf..
I'm only 5' 6", so not so much. how about the fourth shelf instead.

don't call me fat.
112 lbs

swing like this.
just men, please. No offence ladies.

yes please
likes. at least 10.

gnarly!
dislikes. at least 10.

this, is my boom stick.
Whatever I can get my hands on? Not really. I know several forms of martial arts, such as Taekwondo, Kendo, Kempo-Karate. All of which I’m either a brown belt or a black belt, so obviously I know my stuff. I use daggers that I brought from Japan, and a metal baseball bat. If I don’t have those, I use whatever I can get my hands on.

i'm like this..
Personality - two paragraphs or more.

as far as i know..
BIOGRAPHY - AT LEAST 2 PARAGRAPHS PLEASE

happy thoughts..
Do I really have time to think about such things when I'm trying to, oh I don't know, survive?

pull the strings
PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

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⋆ ○ ⋆ ○ ⋆ ○ ♚ Ꮶαтℓyи Ꮰαєиєттє Ꭰє Ꮇσuяα
_________вιтcн? me? okay, maybe just a little bit.
_________but that’s just because I never learned how to say ❝fucк you❞ politely.

“Katlyn Jaenette De Moura! You are not wearing that to the gala! It’s completely inappropriate!”

Ignoring the screeching of her own mother, Katlyn looked through her massive closet, trying to pick out the right dress. It would have been easier if her mother wasn’t hovering around her, criticizing everything she pulled out to consider. She’d gone through at least fifteen of the damn things, each one being shot down for some reason or another. Too much sparkle. The dress is too tight. The color didn’t look right with her skin. The dress was too short. All of that and other such nonsense. If Amelia De Moura had any say in what she’d be wearing that night, it would probably be some hideous gown that was ‘proper’ for this little get together. The blonde pulled out a little black number, with white polka-dots and a red sash around the middle that trailed down her legs and onto the floor, acting like some sort of train. Amelia clicked her tongue behind her and took the dress out of her hand and put it back into the closet. “No.” She said simply. Shooting a cold glower at her mother, Katlyn turned to face the woman. “Mother, go away. Don’t you need to wax or something? The mustache was getting a little noticeable.” The seventeen year old smirked when her mothers hand shot up to cover her mouth, glaring at her daughter. “I can not trust you to pick a suitable dress, so I plan on staying right here.”

The smirk slid off her face as a frown replaced it. “Get out, I am perfectly capable of picking out my own clothing. I’m not a doll, now leave. Don’t make me shove you out on your a**,” She hissed, turning her back and walking back into the walk in closet, shutting the door in the older woman’s face. The blonde heard the annoyed screech behind the door and tuned it out, too busy looking over a long green dress. “You better pick out something appropriate! If it’s not, I’ll make sure someone dresses you from now till the day I die.” And with that, she clacked her way across her room and out the door, shutting it with a little more force than was necessary. “That can be arranged early if you'd like,” she murmured, pulling out a floor length deep blue dress and holding it up against herself. To be honest, she hated being around her mother. She was so stiff, and controlling, almost more so than her father. And he was as straight laced as they came. Katlyn’s mother had to have control over at least one aspect of her daughters life, and it generally came in the form of what clothes she would wear. Of course…Looking around the closet and the hodge-podge of dresses, one would never know that. Amelia may have her opinions and her wishes for her, but Katlyn had no wish to act on them. She’d dress how she wanted. If she wanted to go this event in a cocktail dress, well that’s what she would do. Of course, this time around she wanted something sexy and beautiful. Hmm…not quite the right one. She thought, putting the blue dress back on the hook and continued her search.

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