Testing the Silence. Sedated Silence's test thread.

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Vincent Anthony Payuran
Nineteen ☻ The Musician Boy
The Hippie Girl ❤
Sweet.◙ Caring. ◙ Badass.
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♪ ι ωσит sαч тнαт ιтs чσυ
мαкιиɢ мє ғ є є ℓ тнιs ωαч
ιтs тнє нєαят αи∂ тнє sσυℓ
αи∂ тнє вσ∂ч αи∂ тнє вяαιи
∂яιvιиɢ мє ιиsαиє ♫

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Linei Lewis

XXXX♥ Lo.
XXXX♥ Seventeen.
XXXX♥ White/Hawaiian/German/Portuguese.
XXXX♥ Ghost.
XXXX♥ Music. Dancing. Talking.
XXXX♥ Being alone. Quiet. Rude people.
XXXX♥ Linei's personality is sweet and intelligent. She loves to dance and listen to music. It makes her feel alive. She's a talker, and will strike up a conversation with anyone that crosses her way. Friendly, the casper ghost of her day if you will.
XXXX♥ Linei was a straight A student. She was loved by her parents and family very much. She made them proud, especially since she was the only child of her mother and father. She stayed out of trouble, and away from drugs and because of it, she won a one in a million scholarship to Giulliard Music Academy in New York City. This, is why her parents took her on a cruise, as a celebratory gift. Unfortunately, the ship sunk because of technical difficulties. Her parents survived, unfortunately, Linei didn't.
XXXX♥ Straight.
XXXX♥ Female
XXXX♥ N//A
XXXX♥ [ She is the Sunlight-Trading Yesterday ] [ Candles-Hey Monday ] [ What Chu Doing?-Jessica Jarrell Ft. Rob Allen ]

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⊰ Kobey Linei Trejo || Outcast ⊱

The name on the birth certificate reads, Kobey Linei Trejo. Why my parents decided to name me that, is a question I'm still too chicken to ask. Eighteen years old, and attending Bryan High School, home of the Bears. It's a quaint place, full of your run of the normal teenagers. Your jocks, nerds, band geeks, et cetera. You may be wondering, where I fit in? HAH! I don't fit in anywhere within' those categories. I'm not smart enough to hang with the geeks. I'm not coordinated enough to hang out with the athletes and jocks. I'm a loner, if you like that terminology. I personally don't, so I call myself the outcast. And, to be honest, I like it that way. It's kept me out of trouble, with some pretty good grades. Nothing's ever really changed about me, besides the brands of clothing I like. I'm an interesting person, though no one really knows that because no one talks to me. I'm artistic, I can be flirty, I can be anything you want me to be. I'm casual. I'm not much for dressing up. I like skinny jeans, a v-neck and a pair of Vans. Some days, if I'm feelin' too cool, I'll throw on a pair of Jordan's. Only if you're lucky. Now, don't get me wrong. I make friends. I have plenty of friends, but I don't hang out with them out of class. Seriously, all my friends are strictly class friendships. They'll say `hi` to me in the halls, but that's it. They don't even see me during lunch. Oh well. They're missing out. I'm a simple girl, if you couldn't tell already. I'd rather rent a movie, and make my own popcorn. I like driving til' I want to fall asleep. I like nonsense, and make-believe. Of course, I know the difference between reality. See, the thing is, I believe I'm real. Unlike most of the girls you'll find here at the Bears' Cave. I'm caring, overly worry-prone, and delicate. But in times of need be, I'm aggressive, and very opinionated. This makes me real. Oh, and for my family? I'm an only child. Always have the house to myself. My parents are always gone on business trips, leaving me with our house keeper, Rosita. She's a sweet lady, and I've grown quite close to her. She's kooky, and I like that. Okay, I'm rambling, I should go. Just remember, I live for the moment, and for myself. No, I've never been in love. No, I've never had sex. And no, I don't plan on doing any of these things in high school, because every guy in this god damned school is a p***k. Prove me wrong, and that might change.

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♪ ι ωσит sαч тнαт ιтs чσυ
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ιтs тнє нєαят αи∂ тнє sσυℓ
αи∂ тнє вσ∂ч αи∂ тнє вяαιи
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xx× ┊ Kalei Malia Ontai
xx× ┊ [ ❀ ] ➥ Eighteen / Female ；
xx× ┊ [ ❀ ] ➥ Sweet. Caring. Sarcastic. ；
xx× ┊ [ ❀ ] ➥ Bisexual. ；
xx× ┊ [ ❀ ] ➥ Sedated Silence

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▄▄▄▄ - - HI THERE : ) I'M DANiELLE.
▄▄▄▄ - - TRYING OUT FOR THE ROLE OF BEAST
▄▄▄▄ - - THE COLOUR I WOULD USE IS CRiMSON
▄▄▄▄ - - MY FAV DiSNEY MOViE iS THE LiON KiNG
▄▄▄▄ - - MY LiNK.

My name is Danielle. I'm 18 years old, turning 19 on May Seventh. I love to write, and getting creative. I've started numerous amounts of books, but only one of them I've finished. I have a lot of ideas and no where to put them. That's how I started role playing. Role playing is a way to escape the real problems of my life. It helps me cope in a way, and ultimately makes me extremely happy. Especially when things go the way I plan them. But, if they don't. I like to twist the story in a complacent way, but yet have a big impact. I play(ed) softball for 12 years, only stopping because I graduated high school. I'm joining the United States Navy, so I'm just using my free time role playing. I had stopped for a while but I'm back now. Creative juices flowing and everything.

Now, for Beast I would play him egotistical, and arrogant as you had mentioned in your brief summary in the thread. But, I would make him more a traditional Beast, in the sense of all he wants is love. But, then again, he's so stubborn and arrogant because of his good looks, no one seems good enough, or he just scares them away. On the outside, Beast will be confident, arrogant, egotistical, cold-hearted, and a leader. But on the inside, a romantic, sweet man. Building this hotel would be a mile stone for Beast. He's excited and can't stop making plans for it. Creating new schemes and a plan to get the youth center torn down.

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▄▄▄▄ - - JASON ANTHONEY MARKS
▄▄▄▄ - - JAY
▄▄▄▄ - - TWENTY EIGHT
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ► I'M BEAST.




► Confident. What's the big deal? I look good, I feel good, and I'm probably richer then you.
► Talented. That's self-explanatory. I am, talented.
► Powerful. I am the puppet master of this City. Get out of my way, or I'll move you myself.
► Determined. I get what I want, at whatever price. Easy to please, easy to irritate. You've been officially warned.

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Kendyl Marie Sanchez ☆☆

Ｋｎｏｗxｍｅ !

You can call me } Kendy or Ken.
So many candles } 18.
A wonderful date } May 7th.
Windows to the soul } Brown.
Just call me Goldilocks } Dark Brown.
The doctor said } Female.
I swing this way } BiSexual.
Penciled on my wall } 5'5".
Oh those dreaded scales } 110.


ＩｔxｉｓxＩ !

Kendyl Marie Sanchez. How the fortunate couple came up with the baby girl's name was anyone's guess, but it sure had a ring to it, didn't it? Weighing in an astounding 9.2 pounds and 18 inches long, the miracle baby sure gave her mother a hard time in labor. On that warm, end of spring day, Kendyl was welcomed to the world. Brown hair, and brown eyes, she was a spitting image of her beautiful mother, Aloura. Her father had wanted a boy, but of course we know that out come. When he first saw his baby girl, he melted and fell in love. Not in that boyfriend girlfriend type of love, but he knew that his baby girl was going to be the center of his world. Leaving the hospital the next day, the new parents brought Kendyl home to a very extravagant nursery. Her fitting in fine, two loving parents, and the start of their small family, was the start of a beautiful life.

It didn't take long for Kendyl to grow. Soon she was rolling over. Speaking jibber jabber, and then crawling, then finally walking. Of course, not without any mishaps. Kendyl was very clumsy in the beginning, but she grew quickly past that and is now well on her feet. Speaking in short but understandable sentences, she impressed her parents. She was very smart, and learned things quickly. Her growth was extraordinary. Soon, it was time to enroll her into Kindergarten. The local elementary school was the ideal school for most children in the area, and Kendyl was no exception. It didn't take long for her to adapt to her new environment. The new kids, all her age, and a few new strangers whom were her teachers. She was timid at first, but soon enough she found friends, ten of them to be exact, and was a talking machine. For as long as she could remember, those ten friends she made in Kindergarten were a substantial part of her life, and she couldn't imagine it without them.

It seemed like just yesterday the ten of them went through Kindergarten, then onto first grade. Then to second, third, fourth, and then fifth. Fifth grade was the year she had her first kiss. It was a story that Kendyl would never forget. Her best friend, the girl Kendyl hung out with, and told all her juicy, gossipy secrets to was, Roxanne. Roxanne White. And at the time, Kendyl had a mere crush on a boy named Christian. Christian had always chose her first to play kick ball on his team. They had a lot in common, well at that age they did. You know? They both like Chocolate Chip Cookies, you know stupid stuff like that. That day, at the playground, Kendyl had finally confessed to Roxanne that she liked Christian, and Roxanne fluttered with excitement. Talking to Christian's best friend, Alex to find out if the crush was mutual. Sure enough, it was. The next day, Roxanne had dared Christian on the playground to kiss Kendyl on the lips. The rest of the kids gasped, as that was unheard of. Christian obliged and him and Kendyl had their first kiss in front of the swing set. Ever since then, their friendship had grown into a relationship and had stayed strong ever since. Til' this day, she thanks Roxanne for it. Of course, they looked like the perfect couple, but there is no such thing as a perfect couple. Christian and Kendyl fought, not constantly, but healthily. Not too much, not too little. They're biggest fight was when Kendyl confessed to Christian she was BiSexual. He didn't know how to take it, so they fought over it. All the while the ten best friends they had grown up with were separating slowly but surely, and soon, it felt like Kendyl and Christian's relationship was deteriorating to nothing. Finally, Christian came to his senses and realized he could compromise, so to speak. And luck had it, that the ten friends grew closer once more.

Kendyl is a smart girl, who knows what she wants and she'll work for what she wants. She has a determined and stubborn attitude. Caring, generous, and sweet are the three common words that describe Kendyl as a person. Of course, following with her and Christian being a role model couple. But of course, she never let that get to her head. So what if Christian was the Football star? She didn't care if he was president of the Math Club. She would love him, for him. When Kendyl gets upset, it's a storm. Which, is why she doesn't get upset often. She gets irritated, and when she does, she just ignores the situation until the flames die down. She approaches her problems softly and with a level head. This attribute makes her extremely mature. She doesn't have time for nonsense, or rumors. But, she loves to party. Her party girlfriends, Roxanne, Ashley, Alyson and Miley always side by side, stealing the show at the local house parties. Of course, with their boo's next to them. They had the best party group. Prom and Winter Formal was a blast. Each person within the ten balanced the other out. They were a dynamic group. Sure to pull through anything.

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♝the - - - The Fighter (one)


demise



▩Jonah Cameron. (JC)


▩18.


▩Male.


▩Dangerous. (x) Charming. (x) Cunning.



▩ I'm hot. What can I say? I have the muscles to handle myself. I can get any girl I want, or desire to have. I know what's up, twenty four seven. Don't mess with me, 'cause I go 0 - 60 in like, 2.1 seconds. I have a hot temper, and when I say hot, I really mean hot. Don't get on my bad side, I'll make your life a living hell. You'll be feeling the burn of my bite, trust me on that. Don't mess with my friends, 'cause I'll fight their battles. I love the fight. I love a good, knuckle to knuckle fight. I have never settled down more than a couple months with a girl. What's the point? That's right. There isn't one. It would be nice to feel loved, though. I'm not going to front about that. But anyways, I'm Jonah. What's your problem? Vincent's problem? Hah, I don't blame him. The kids' got guts', but I got even more. I've known Vincent all through High School, but we've never really gotten to know each other 'til recently. He came to me with this miraculous plan, and it was too deliciously juicy to pass up. I'm up to no good anyways. What do I have to lose? Yeah, nothing. Ever since, I consider Vincent one of my brothers. I'm going to stand by him. He's been through a lot, for a nice kid. I'm standing up for him.

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Charming. ★ Cunning ★ Hot-Headed. ★ Quiet.★

xoxoxo「Oh, boy I just met you and you know...」



☆You better know the name is Jonah Cameron.


★My, my looks may be deceiving you blind little boy but I am a dude, you idiot. .


★Me? young? Well I suppose so, after all I am Eighteen..


☆I find my self blushing over them because I am hella straight..






xoxoxo「Lets get nitty gritty, shall we?」


★☆I Would love you forever if you remember these...


●Fighting. The adrenaline rush, is unlike any other feeling I've ever felt.

●Girls. Isn't it obvious? They're so divine and sexy and, tasty.

●Music. Proved study that music helps your anxiety, and helps you calm down. I kind of need that in my life.

●Cars. Being proud of something you built, enjoyment.

● Movies. Brings me out of this sh-thole, for a few hours.


☆★Start Running now if you think I like these.



●Therapists. Seriously? Someone to tell me to control my anger? You don't think I know? Stupid.

●Milk. I'm super allergic.

●Books. It kills trees. Trees give off oxygen so we can breathe. You need to breathe, in order to fight.

●Goody Two Shoes. Ladies, give it up. You know you will, eventually. Why not to me?

●Police. Fatties think they run this town. They're just annoying as sh-t.

●Teachers. Can't you tell that we don't like homework? Who actually does it anyways? Oh, yeah, teachers' pets.




xoxoxo「You're getting too personal for my liking..」



☆★Know the facts before you judge me.


△oneI'm actually really nice.

△twoI have both of my parents. I'm "lucky".

△threeI've never been in love.

△fourI don't like screamo music.

△fiveI have a lot of money in the bank. Money is not an option.

△sixContrary to popular belief, I don't do drugs.

△sevenI hate clowns.

△eightI fight because I want to. Not because someone makes me, or pushes me to.

△nineI can bench press 200 pounds.

△tenI tell my mom I love her, everyday. My dad? He can go to hell.




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made me do it. So if you're gonna scold anybody please let it be her.

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The clouds had been rolling into town ever since the day before, and they finally had began a sheer cloud cover over their community. Feeling the wind chill on the back of his neck, Jonah squeezed his fists, that were nice and cozy in his two front pockets of his jeans. The group had been in utter silence, and Jonah didn't mind peace and quiet. In fact, he had rather enjoyed it. It was easier for him to think inside his little brain. Playing out scenarios, and what the plan was. But, of course, Jonah was always wrong in the end. Always, wrong.

Jonah, wasn't made of money, but he was sitting on a good amount of money. He never spent his money, and let his mother buy his clothes. Sounds dumb, but his mom knew exactly what he liked. Plain hoodies, Levi Jeans, Vans, and plain crew neck t's and v-neck t's. So, from his job and house hold chores, and just plain finding money on the ground, which he had a knack for, he had a lot of money his parents never knew about. Sitting in the bank, of course, where it has been untouched since the beginning. Either way, he was the only one who knew about his stack of cash. Except for Vincent. He had bought Vincent a new set of clothes. Ones that Vincent had picked out for him self, and also donated a couple hundred dollars to him a while back. For the upcoming revenge plans. What he did with that money was anyone's guess, and honestly, Jonah could care less.

The group had came upon a warehouse looking building. It looked like complete s h i t from the outside, but when Vincent open the doors to their new humble abode, it felt homelike. It was very open. There were a few couches and a refrigerator equipped with a freezer against the back wall. A counter next to that, and there laid the microwave. There was an overhead banister, some poles that lined the ceiling of the building. A sun roof right above them. To the left of the building was a spiral staircase to get to the second floor and the banister. The place was rather large, and it was secluded, and seemed abandoned. For what was going to go down between the group and the 'enemies' a secluded place from the city was perfect. The couches looked like utter s h i t though, and completely dust ridden. He wasn't one to complain, but the couches seemed nasty. He saw as Adrian flopped down and he just saw the cloud of dust spring up. Coughing and waving her arms around her face, he shook his head. Everyone else began to sit down as well, slowly though, as they learned from Adrian's demonstration. Sit next to me, Jonah He looked at Adrian, and you could tell she was flirting. How could he resist? The girl was hot, but he sort of felt bad for even considering anything with her. She was love stricken with Vincent.

Jonah glanced over at Vincent who didn't seem to care, or even bothered to react to the comment. Subsequently, Jonah sat down next to Adrian. He was a couch cushion away from her, but still, they sat near each other. Once he sat down, Vincent gave the reins to Hannelore, the brains of the group, who put Adrian and himself on blast. Jonah's eyes widened at the fact that he wouldn't mind forking over a couple hundred dollars for the revenge bank. He looked over at Adrian, whom supposedly had a bruise on her stomach. Hannelore thought she knew everyone. That she knew everyone's side of the story, because she was the brains. Jonah gritted his teeth. She apologized for her outburst and continued with this, Cat and Mouse plan, which just reminded him of that Hasbro Bros. game Mouse Trap! He sort of found the plan utter cliche, but who was he? He was just a meat head, in the eyes of Hannelore. He was no smart guy. Nor, did he ever claim to be.

When Hannelore finished her speech, the room was a bit quiet. Glancing over at Adrian, she was just listening, and probably soaking in everything. Before anyone can speak. Jonah stood up and looked at Hannelore. "Who are you to judge anyone? Hmm? Who are you, Hannelore? Yes, you're the brain's of the group. Yes, you're the smartest of all us dumbasses. Thank you. We really appreciate you being here. But, I know you apologized for what you said, but that doesn't make it okay. You don't know me. You don't know Adrian. Why don't you contribute money? C'mon, why don't you? Why do, I, myself, and Adrian have to be the soul providers for the Revenge Bank? That's utter bull s h i t, and you know it. Next time, before you speak, think about what you're about to say. When you know my life story, and you know what I've been through, and you know how much money I have, then you may speak your mind. I don't take bull s h i t lightly. For your information, I have contributed money. I couple hundred dollars." Biting his tongue, he looked over at Adrian. "I don't care what you say, Adrian, you're not going back to your parents house for money, and letting yourself be a rag doll. You hear me? From now on, I'll pay for everything in this group. Because I'm so, rich." With that last bit, he looked down, with a sour tongue. He glanced one more time at Hannelore and finally sat back down on the arm of the couch. He was breathing quite deeply, just trying to calm himself down. Finally, after a few moments, his breaths were steady, and he was calm and complacent again.


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