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 Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 11:39 am
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 3:17 pm
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❝It's like a fairy tale. And I'm the beast... ❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx████║→__ ::AERIC VAUGHN⇣
xxxxx⊰Ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｓｔａｒｔ Ｗｉｔｈ
What comes out of my mouth:: Aeric Vaughn
Do I loom over you?:: 6"6
Forgot the scale!:: I have honestly lost count..
My structure tells you I'm:: Male
Isn't it obvious!:: I'm a 3rd degree burn victim, I'm blind in my right eye and that side of my face, down my neck, chest, arms and legs are reddish black and scared over.
xxxxx⊰ Ａ Ｂｉｔ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ
I'm growing older by the second:: 17 although I look in my twenties
Don't you love this day:: September 03
My passion burns:: Pansexual
Top or bottom? Dominant
Yes, gimme it::
- Playing the piano
- Painting
- Cooking
- Reading
- Spending time outside
Eugh, how could you like this::
- Judgemental people
- Prejudice
- Fire
- Ignorance
- Obnoxious behaviour
EEEKKKKKKK!!:: Situations where others are in danger
xxxxx⊰Ｙｏｕ Ｍｕｓｔ Ｋｎｏｗ Ｍｅ
Hey, don't judge:: Despite his somewhat misshapen and slightly monstrous appearance, Aeric is usually lovely, calm and kind but often on edge when around other people from the looks of horror, disgust, fear and pity when he goes anywhere. It does irritate him intensely but is somewhat resigned, knowing that he will look this way for the rest of his life.
No one knows:: Aeric was like any other kid a year and a half ago, he lived with his mother at the bakers where his father, at the time living on his own, worked. But one night, while he slept over at his dad's, a chemical fire broke out in the apartment block and the lifts stopped working. They were on the second to top floor and tried to help the other people get out on the various floors, and ended up being some of the last people in the building. Near the bottom floors, his father collapsed and Aeric had to get him through the flames and sparking electrical wires. When he got out, he had a combination of electrical and generalised burns and collapsed a few feet away from the falling, burning building. He woke up several weeks later in hospital. His parents were devastated at the knowledge that surgery wasn't possible and that his right eye was completely blinded. His father, now without a home moved back to Aeric's home and soon after his parents got back together. Aeric thought that his accident was a good thing whenever his parents commented on their now 'happy' situation but would never cause them the pain on saying so.
And life never really went back to normal. The friends he had left him and any he could have made were put off by his appearance. And so much of his time was spent on his own. It was a large city but most people recognised and were apprehensive around him as the fire had been a widely broadcast event. Eric has become slightly withdrawn from others in the process but hasn't lost hope that other people will be able to see past his scarring to the person within.
Music to go along:: Nuclear
Credit goes to the creator of the profile.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 3:19 pm
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❝If I am a prince then I want you to be my knight in shining armour... ❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx████║→__ :: VIVIAN CHASTAIN⇣
xxxxx⊰Ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｓｔａｒｔ Ｗｉｔｈ
What comes out of my mouth:: Vivian Chastain
Do I loom over you?:: 5'8"
Forgot the scale!:: 164
My structure tells you I'm:: Isn't it obvious? No? Well then I am a male.
xxxxx⊰ Ａ Ｂｉｔ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ
I'm growing older by the second:: 18 {Though he is often mistaken for 15}
Don't you love this day:: February 14th
My passion burns:: Homosexual.
Top or bottom? Position - Submissive
Yes, gimme it::
- Laying under the starry, night sky.
- Being able to spend his time with those he deems as special.
- The smell of rain.
- Sitting by the fireplace with a good book to read.
- Listening to his Mama tell stories.
Eugh, how could you like this::
- Rude people.
- Watching others cry.
- Getting yelled at for any reason.
- Hearing people talk badly about his mothers.
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EEEKKKKKKK!!:: • Dogs, horses, and spiders.
• Thunder storms
• The thought of anyone dear to him dying.
xxxxx⊰Ｙｏｕ Ｍｕｓｔ Ｋｎｏｗ Ｍｅ
Hey, don't judge:: Vivian, or Ian as his friend and family call him, is a sweet and all around friendly boy who has never had a problem when it comes to making friends despite his quiet, and shy nature. It's hard to tell how he is actually feeling because he is almost always smiling, and when he isn't it's still nearly impossible to tell what he is really thinking or feeling. He is extreme trusting of just about everyone, which has gotten him into a lot of trouble in the past, and his almost innocent way of thinking makes him come across as air headed and oblivious. It doesn't take much to confuse Ian seeing as how he usually only pays attention half of the time thanks to his day dreaming. Though despite his oblivious, easily confused impression he is actually a very thoughtful, and bright boy, he just doesn't show it all that often. He likes to day dream a lot about finding his one true love like in his Mom's stories, but began to loose hope in doing so when his sister's {ex}fiancé told him that it was impossible for anyone to love a person who is do oblivious to the real world.
No one knows:: Vivian was only three months old when his parents died in a plane crash while they were on a business trip. He would of been on that plane as well if he and his sister Anna hadn't of become ill, so left in the care of his two godmothers, Maria and Francesca, he and his three year old sister avoided their encounter with death. Having not known his actual parents, he never had the chance to actually mourn their deaths. Yes he was sad that they were dead, but he didn't know them enough to mourn them. He liked to see it as them loosing a mother and a father and gaining two new mothers in return, whom they loved unconditionally as if they were his actual mothers. So, with a Mom{Maria} and a Ma{Francesca} he and his sister were raised to accept everyone with an open heart. Their Ma would spend her time during the day teaching them how talk to others while also teaching them her own good morals along the way. There was no arguing that his and his sister's days belonged to school, and his Ma. But, as much as their days belonged to his Ma there was no question that Mom had their nights.
Every night he and his sister would listen to their Mom as she would spin tales of Princesses who would befriend the Dragon, and save the knight along with tales of old wizards that went of magical journeys in search eternal youth. With each tale their Mom would teach them new morals as well as teach them to over look what was on the outside of a person because the inside might just be what made them beautiful. And, when his sister began to stop listening to their Mom's tales when she was thirteen, and he himself ten, Ian continued to listen. He never did tire of the stories told to him in the comfort of his own bed with Maria curled up next to him, even to this day his Mom still has no problem capturing her son's attention with just four words, Once upon a time...
Music to go along:: You Are Beautiful - Christina Aguilera
Credit goes to the creator of the profile.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 3:42 pm
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❝It's like a fairy tale. And I'm the beast... ❞
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xxxxx⊰ A e r i c V a u g h n
Like most mornings Aeric awoke to the sound and feeling of his cat, Symphony asleep on his chest. He groaned and sat up gingerly, pushing the fluffy dark brown cat off him. "Good morning Symph, you utter nuisance." He cast his eyes to the calendar on his wall. Yes, today he was off to 'summer camp'. He'd said that he was probably too old for it but his mother had insisted that a "camp for young adults" would give him a chance to socialise properly. Well it was far too late to back out now and at least the other people would get used to him to some degree, even if he never made any friends there.
One of his closet online friends, a girl with albinism from Norway named Alrina was off to tour Scandinavia with her boyfriend, and she was the last one of his little online group to be around this summer, so he had very few people to talk to online and even less in person. Sniffing the air he vaguely smelt pancakes. He used to be better with scents until the fire damaged part of his airways. He used to love living above a bakery for that reason.
No doubt his dad would be working in there and his mam would be the one cooking. Glancing at the clock he noted that it was around half six, typical wake up time. He'd had a shower the night before and so he trudged to the large cabinet of the on-suite bathroom to hunt for sunscreen. He had to use strong stuff on the burns if he was going out into direct sunlight and he still had to keep most of his skin covered, although it had improved over the last six months.
Aeric scowled as he ran his hands over his face. 'What a nightmare... I feel sorry for the younger kids there.' He poked his finger into one of the larger holes in his skin and winced slightly. 'Don't be stupid, think positive, you haven't been out of the house in ages..'
While he waited for the sunscreen to dry he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his e-book collection. He had been excluded from some of the camp's activities because of his condition but had also been asked to help run a few of the artistic workshops by the councillors as he had still wanted to be involved in other things.
Aeric put down his phone and then went to select his outfit for the day, black skinny jeans and a thee-quater sleeved grey tee, before sweeping his long hair into a messy ponytail with a leather cord. He adjusted the shorter sections of his hair to fall into his face as he dressed although his sense of balance with one working eye was still slightly off. Aeric had almost accept the pale, slightly milky blue eye that was such a stark contrast to his other grey-blue eye. Somehow the deep brown-red skin covering most of his body and half his face didn't bother him too much. Why his skin wasn't a strong pink colour or a crispy white like usual burns had been explained to him once, something about the nature of the burn and the incident, but it had long since been lost to time.
Pulling on his socks and black Doc Martens, he grabbed his pre packed bag and stuffed his phone and charger inside. Stroking Symphony on the head, he gave the room a quick once-over before going downstairs into the rest of the two floor apartment.
In the kitchen his mother was putting pancakes onto his plate.
"Morning mam"
"Awake I see, good. I could hear you making cookies at midnight last night and I'm glad I didn't have to wake you up."
"Er...... yeah.. thanks for the pancakes mam.." he'd forgotten about that. Being anxious about the next day he had just started cooking choc-chip cookies, which had almost become a nervous habit of his. They were now sitting in a side pocket of his bag.
"At least you cleaned up after yourself."
"Maaaaaammmm!"
Ten minutes and several stacks of pancakes later, Aeric was waving his mam and dad goodbye from the bottom of the stairs at the back of the bakery. He heard himself yelling at them that he'd be fine but was still a little apprehensive. He hopped out of the door and quickly walked towards the bus station in the city centre. Living very close to the absolute centre of the city, Aeric often felt like a spectacle for other people to gawk at since he was normally out and about painting or doing whatever on his own. Being incredibly tall, scarred and practically one-eyed with long hair brought a lot of attention, usually of the unwanted kind. But living in the centre of the city also meant that he could get to the bus station in a short ten minutes and because it was early less people would be around.
Upon arriving the bus was already accepting people on, although only about ten kids had arrived so far. There was an audible murmur as Aeric approached but he ignored them and got straight on. He stomped straight to the back and sat next to the window, ignoring the shocked and grossed out faces of the younger kids peeking round the seats. He'd heard the 'Freddy Cruder, zombie and freak show' comments all before; not a single ounce of common decency among them. Humans could be so cruel. Aeric grabbed his phone and headphones, picked a song at random and jammed them over his ears. This was going to be a long day...
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:08 pm
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Vivian ❛Ian❜ Chastain
 ↬If I am a prince then I want you to be my knight in shining armour...↫
❝ Ian awoke with a start when he felt a soft little nose poke at his cheek. "Not now Sir Bun. It's only eight O'clock in the morning... Wait eight O'cloack!" He snapped, suddenly sitting up straight on his bed, frightening his little, black rabbit. He had a bus to catch in half an hour, and he wasn't even completely packed. "Mom?! Why didn't you wake me up?" He called out, frustrated with how little time he had left. He wasted no time in scooping up his little pet, and putting him on his shoulder where the rabbit loved to perch. "Can you believe this Sir Bun? She forgot to wake me up again! I swear if her head wasn't attached to her own body she would forget that too! He really wasn't one to be talking considering how airheaded he could get at times, but he needed something to vent about when he was frustrated. He blamed his Italian upbringing for this. The plush, red carpet of his room felt nice against the bottoms of his feet as he made his way over to his closet, his rabbit still perched happily on his shoulder as he decided to skip the shower this morning due to time restraints. ❞
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❝ I still have to finish packing! "On the shelf Bun!" He sighed over dramatically, an act that would of had his mom giggling at how much of a drama queen he was being. His shoulder felt considerably lighter when his rabbit leapt from his shoulder onto a little shelf he and his sister had set up years ago for Sir Bun and Lollipop, his sister's rabbit. A quiet, and nameless tune filled the air as Ian went about throwing random articles of clothing into his bag, including the five pairs of swim trunks his Ma insisted that he bring. Why anyone needed that many bathing suits would forever remain a mystery to him, but he knew that if he left even one of them Fanchesca would just scould him then send them to him through the mail. He loved his Ma and his Mom dearly but they defiantly knew how to push him to his limit. Where are grey jeans? I bet Anna took them. Oh well I'll just take her brown v-neck. Let's see her go through the summer without it!" He chuckled quietly, removing his over-sized, night shirt only to replace it with a light brown, low v-neck that his sister absolutely adored before deciding to just throw on a pair of his sister's white jeans to go along with it. Sometimes he loved having a sister that had nearly the same build as him. It made picking cloths out in the morning so much easier. ❞
❝ After forcing his travel bag closed, and slipping into a pair of white vans, who they belonged to was a mystery to him at the moment, he took his travel bag into his hand as he put his arm out to be used as a bridge by his rabbit. Kissing Sir Bun on the top of his head before standing up, Isn quickly ran down stairs, nearly tripping over one of his Mothers' bras. He wasn't going to think about that one. "Can you two atleast wait until you're in your room before you start attacking eachother? Jeez you guys are like a couple of hor... What's this?" He asked himself curiously as he hurried into the kitchen to grab a piece of fruit for breakfast. On the counter was a note that read... Once upon a time, there was a 'queen' who was very sorry that she couldn't see her beautiful, little Prince off to camp. She had wanted nothing more then to see Prince Vivian's bright, and smiling face in the morning but the news of a foreign Prince had reached the Queen and she knew that she had to have the small Prince for herself. (A.K.A. I'm sorry I couldn't wake you up but the adoption agency called and I'm brining little Marco home tonight! Have fun at camp and make sure to eat! I don't want you passing out again like last year! And if you meet a boy at camp you need to tell me! Mommy here knows how to seduce people, I'll give you a few pointers!) ~Love Mom. ❞
❝ His Mom's letter amused, and embarrassed him at the same time, but she was now forgiven for not waking him up. The only thing that was bothering him now was the fact that he wouldn't get to meet his new baby brother. He wanted nothing more then to stay, but his Ma had already paid for his camp in full and he wasn't going to waste it because he was selfish. So, grabbing three apple out of the fruit bowl he quickly left out the front door, located in the kitchen, while shoving the apples into a little pocket on the front of his bag. He took a second to look down at his watch only to yelp with surprise when he saw that he only had about three minutes to make it to the bus. He was about a five to six minute walk from the bus stop, and he was sure that he could make it in half that time as long as he ran, but it was the fact that he was going to be cutting it extremely close was what bothered him. This is not turning out to be a great day for me. He thought, panting lightly as he ran past an elderly couple, a polite smile playing around his lips as he ran backwards for a second to greet them like he always did when he passed them in the neighbourhood. Though he didn't stop to talk like he normally would. His stop was was the last one that the camp bus was going to be stopping at so if he missed this one, he missed his chance at camp. Thankfully though he managed to get there as the the last child got on. "That... Was close..." He panted, lurching forward as the bus began to move before he was able to find a spot to sit down at. This only made his chuckle quietly when he saw a couple of little girls giggle at him. He pat one of the girls on the head as he passed by their seat, only to earn a couple more giggles out of them while he found an open spot. "May I sit here? Everywhere else is filled up." He quietly asked a boy with dark hair, and strange markings on his body, and seemed to be to lost in his music to listen to Ian, from the looks of it. Ian didn't recognize him so he just assumed that the other boy was from a different school. The bus lurched again forcing him to practically fall into the seat. His face lighting up with embarrassment as he knocked into the other. "Oh my I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall on you like that. The bus lurched I swear!" He kicked his travel bag under his seat as he scrambled to sit himself up in the seat so the he wasn't sprawled across the other. "I'm really am sorry about that, but my Ma always told me to turn incidents into memories so why don't I introduce myself. My name is Vivian Chastain, or Ian if you prefer." He quickly stuck his hand out, still extremely embarrassed from falling onto the other, but he hoped that he could be forgiven enough not to have the other male mad at him. ❞
•A Little Extra•
•Height• 5'8" / 173cm
•Age• 18
•Birthday• February 14th
•Favourite Song• You are beautiful - Christina Aguilera
•Hair Colour• Auburn
•Eye Colour• Light brown-Hazel
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:58 pm
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❝It's like a fairy tale. And I'm the beast... ❞
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xxxxx⊰ A e r i c V a u g h n
Aeric had been ignoring his surroundings, the furtive glances of others and itch near his useless eye until he had the wind knocked out of him by a skinny brunette. Coughing and shoving off his headphones he heard the boy apologising profusely and waved it off, trying to get air back into his damaged lungs. Noticing that the boy actually tried to make eye contact surprised him slightly and sat up properly, rubbing at the rough skin of his neck. He extended his own gnarled hand in response to the boy's official greeting and shook, knowing that the texture and appearance oh his hands was rather off-putting to most who offered to shake his hand before they backed out of such a simple gesture; he didn't want to prolong the experience. The lack of judgement in the boy's eyes was surprising.
He mulled the name over in his mind quickly before replying.
"Aeric Vaughn. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright." This was said slightly croakily as he continued to massage his neck with his other hand. How he wasn't athematic was a total mystery but then so was how he survived in the first place. Most of the city heard about the incident in hospital and how most were unharmed or mildly maimed besides one student with incredibly critical injuries.
But Aeric's recovery was never featured in the media and most who hadn't run into him before had assumed that he had died or been permanently placed in critical care after a picture of his bandaged wrapped, bloody and misshapen form had been placed in the news beside the main story on the fire and major destruction of the apartment block.
In truth there was a small legal disagreement with the news company that the sneaky photographer belonged to and Aeric's family had been somewhat compensated but subsequently no other features on him were ever published. Although after waking up he was told that many anonymous bunches of flowers and presents had been left outside his room from the families of people he had managed to help in the fire.
His genuine awakening was a long process and his sight had returned slowly to his left eye. He had needed to use a device to assist breathing for the first month after he had awoken and spent two extra months in hospital. The reason it wasn't longer was that Aeric had managed to create a makeshift face protector during the fire and had wrapped away his hair in his efforts to look after himself and ensure everyone escaped from the burning apartment block with his help.
He had been caught in a fireball as he was on his way out, the force of it catching him right in the centre of the flames and blasting him through the glass doors with incredible force before he blacked out, the pain was something he avoided thinking about at all costs, the feeling of skin practically melting off.
Not nice. Not pleasant. He often had small flashes of the past, surprisingly accurate to how hollywood films portrayed past events, sounds and images at top speed. And it was time to forget those thoughts. He turned to Ian with vague interest. "I'm surprised that you opened up for conversation, most people prefer to avoid that.." as he said this he waved his hand in the air in a sweeping motion. This made some of the other kids, some probably only a few months younger than himself notice that this person they had been talking about; "Did you see his face?", "Creepy", "Looks like a monster", "Reminds me of Nighmare on Elm's Street", "Disgusting", "Face like a zombie", "Ugly", had actually noticed what they had been saying from the very frosty look in his normal eye. But this was fairly normal for Aeric. He supposed that since he looked subhuman, people thought they could treat hims as such. He'd been kicked out of coffee shops, book shops and even the city library at one point with the same words: "this is a family friendly establishment, I must insist that you leave." He never told his parents about the discrimination as they would want to take action whereas he preferred not to make a fuss and leave with a few choice words.
Where possible Aeric would try to open up to others but being so badly ostracised by others he often didn't bother and kept to himself. He only had four friends, truth be told, all like him in some way. One mute, one albino, one missing half their fingers on one hand, one with life threatening allergies and himself. And all of them aside from him had plans during the summer until now.
His gaze softened slightly as he looked away from the shocked and awkward people nearby who quickly avoided looking at him and sighed, picking black-brown cat hair off his jeans with an odd smile. 'It might not be that bad. At least someone made the effort to say something to you. It'd be nice to show people that I'm just an ordinary person inside. Although it's not like I was that normal looking to begin with..'
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:56 am
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Vivian ❛Ian❜ Chastain
↬If I am a prince then I want you to be my knight in shining armour...↫
❝ To say that Ian was a little surprised the the texture of the man's hand would of been an understatement, but it wasn't enough to put him off. In fact he smiled at the scared boy, seemingly unaffected by his out apperance. "Hello Aeric. I'm so glad your ok. My sister tells me that I'm heavy and since I can't lift myself I'll have to take her word for it... Here why don't I give you one of my apples as an apology!" He said calmly, finally settling into his seat. He was completely oblivious to the whispering surrounding his new companion, probably because they were all using words that were not usually in his vocabulary. He dug his back pack up from under the seat and grabbed one of the apples out of the front pocket before shoving it into the others hand, leaving no room for an argument. Of course he knew that a piece of fruit was not a proper apology, but it was all he had on him at the moment so it would have to do. ❞
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❝ "Avoid conversation? But, why ? How else do people expect to make friends. But, I guess you just have to find tge right person to talk to because not everyone likes to be social. You don't mind that I'm talking to you right? I would hate to make someone uncomfortable. Especially if I plan on making friends with them. You don't mind right ? I don't know anyone here so I was kind of hoping I could buddy up with you. Maybe we'lleven be in the same cabin wouldn't that be cool?" Ian asked, a small smile spreading across his lips as he curiously looked over the other's face. One of his eyes was glazed over, and there were a lot of burn marks on his features, but they were just a part of who this boy was so he looked passed them and instead focused solely on the boy. "Oops! Sorry I got ahead of myself. I just get excited sometimes. Especially when a potential friend is in the mix! Don't you ever just get excited sometimes? He asked curiously, ignoring a group of rambunctious boys in the back. They had begun to throw paper balls all over the bus and creating distractions that were beginning to bother the rest of the bus. ❞
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❝ Ian remembered a story his Mom had told him a few years ago about a Knight who didn't slay a dragon, but instead ran into a burning castle to save all of the servants and the royal family. A Dragon had come out of the sky and lit the castle on fire one summer day leaving all that were inside to burn. But, a brave knight had come out of nowhere and saved everyone inside only to get trapped inside himself. Thankfully the knight had survived but he was badly burned. The whole kingdom thought he would die, but he had survived and even asked for the Princesses hand in marriage. The king had refused though saying that he had become a beast and could not allow his daughter to marry such a creature. Saddened by the kings answer the knight left the kingdom in search of someone who would love him for who he was and not what he was. Ian could remember being so mad at the King for hurting the beast, and even promised his mom that he would of loved the knight reguardless of what he looked like. That had been about a year ago when he heard that story. That's why he looks familiar! He resembles the knight from my Mom's story. I wonder if he got his scars from saving people as well. He wondered dreamily before he brought himself back to the present. ❞
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❝ He had opened up his mouth to share his Mom's story when suddenly a handful of paper balls were thrown at their seat startling Ian enough to cause him to squeal like his sister when a bug lands on her. Now embarressed by the sound he had just made, he quickly flicked his bangs over his eyes to hide his face. "S-sorry about that. It startled me. Here I'll pick up all the paper." He quickly appolagised as he gathered up all of the thrown paper and shoved it all into the same pocket as his last apple. He didn't hear all of the rude insults thrown at their seat by the boys thanks to him being distracted with his backpack, but he did notice that the bus had suddenly gotten a lot quieter waiting to see how Aeric would react. The dull roar had turned into hushed whispers. "There! Look now our area is clean again and... How come it got quiet all of a sudden?" He asked curiously as he sat up straight once more, looking to his companion for an answer. ❞
•A Little Extra•
•Height• 5'8" / 173cm
•Age• 18
•Birthday• February 14th
•Favourite Song• You are beautiful - Christina Aguilera
•Hair Colour• Auburn
•Eye Colour• Light brown-Hazel
•OOC• Yay I finally got to reply!
*EDIT* Sorry I saw something that bothered me and fixed it. Just dome minor coding~
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