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m a m a who [ BORE ] me,
mama who gave me,
no way to [ H A N D L E ] things,
who made me so s a d x ♥



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      Hanne [ Phoebe ] Roorback
          Who I am ::

              × × I was born with it :: [ Hanne Phoebe Rilow ]
              × × Formalities are overrated :: [ Anne (pronounced ah-na) ]
              × × This many candles :: [ twenty-five ]
              × × Birth certificate says :: [ female ]
              × × My role :: [ puppeteer ]
              × × My toys :: [ USMC-issue KA-BAR knife, Heckler & Koch MP7 German submachine gun, small storepouch of rusting nails ]


          The more personal things ::

              × × Story of my life :: [ Herr Rilow was displeased with Hanne's size from the very moment she was born: five pounds, thirteen ounces, seventeen inches long. Papa bear knew that with her size she wouldn't last in the hard German world they all lived in, so he left her for her mother to handle. Well, Frau Rilow had little to offer her youngling, so it turned out that little Hanne was basically left in the cold. This 'I-need-to-take-care-of-myself' instinct grew stronger with time and as the need grew stronger as well. She eventually moved to an island and made... not friends... acquaintances with a man whom was later found out to be an 'audience member.' The tough outer shell of these audience members and something called 'marionettes' intrigued her, and Hanne quickly became engrossed in the world of the Strings. Her hardiness and easy segue into manipulation caused her to move up quickly, much to the resentment of other Marionettes. She rarely walks thin thread anymore, and she rarely makes mistakes. Hanne's quickshot reflexes and close-at-hand weaponry allow her that luxury. ]

              × × What I've become :: [ manipulative, seductive, pragmatic, composed, judgmental ]
              × × Where my trust lies :: [ Roorbacks ]
              × × What I’m listening to :: [ Superboy and the Invisible Girl ]
              × × Mine! :: [ control, secrecy, goggles, koi, being German ]
              × × Bleh! :: [ being wrong, children, adults who act like children, the idea of vampires, aviation ]


          Behind the curtain ::

              × × My colors :: [ lightsteelblue and darkorange ]
              × × The one pulling the strings :: [ Wendla Bergmann ]

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                                                t h e talks you [ NEVER ] had,
                                                the saturdays you never spent,
                                                all the [ G R O W N - U P ] places
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on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxinelle beltaine sheridan
name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://


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      Yzma.

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      and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad



      i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐


      what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?
        Inelle Beltaine Sheridan.


      i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.
        Bella- My father used to call me that simply because it meant 'beautiful' in Italian, though it wasn't much original. I didn't like it much, but only let my father call me by it.

        Sheri- A shortening of my name by my teachers from kindergarten to third grade. They seemed not to remember my name was really Inelle, so when teachers received recommendations up to that point, they "knew" to call me Sheri.

        Ine- Only my mother was ever allowed to call me this. Once my mother sort of lost it, she stopped calling me by that name. Now nobody is allowed to even think about saying that name in front of me.


      one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.
        Seventeen. Born the twenty-eighth of June. (Cancer.)


      why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?
        Female ♀ .


      home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.
        Cusco, Peru


      but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.
        Blood type AB negative. Five feet eleven inches tall. One hundred twenty-three pounds.


      shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.
        Unknown/Questioning.


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      dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐


      i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.
        My parents say that I am very pretty to the naked eye: on the tall side, with my legs contributing to most of my height. I have these beautiful dark, dark brown locks that brush my face every time I move (which, to be honest, gets annoying sometimes) and deep-set blue eyes. My hands are gentle but sturdy, with rounded square nails accenting my pale skin. My skin tans easily, and doesn't burn, so that is excellent for when I go on holiday to Greece or other countries. My main imperfections are too-small ears; an extremely sharp profile ; a pointy, all-angles chin; and way-too-small size-four feet. These abnormalities are quite obvious when one gets near me, but I don't mind all too much. They distinguish me from others, and showed that I am certainly not an entirely unreal airbrush.


      you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.
        It's not that I have superiority issues, it's that I really am better than most of the people at school. I have no problems with working with others, not at all, but in my experience, it's better to treat number one better than everyone else. Other people are not so dependable as everyone considers themselves to be, and that's something that you get to learn the hard way in life. You hear stories. Poor parents, parents who are never around, parents who forget to feed you, abusive parents- abusive boyfriends! If there were any two people you were obligated to trust more, it would have to be the ones who contributed to your creation, the one who gave birth to you and the one who helped. When that trust is broken, it doesn't exactly heal cleanly. That's the sole reason why I have reservations when trusting others- adults more than my peers, though, to be honest.

        I have endless amounts of sarcasm stored inside my brain for a rainy day. I tend to want to call this radical honesty, but honesty is an exorbitantly overrated way of putting things. I won't just say what's on my mind because it's in there. Again, it's all about the timing of things. When s**t hits the fan, I will take charge. If you don't like the way I do things, then either usurp my privileges as honourary leader (ha ha ha, like that would ever happen) or shut the ******** up. As displayed, I have no problems with swearing, either. I usually only do it if it's in the lyrics of a song or when I'm unnaturally irritable that day. I am indeed easily angered, so make sure you stay on my good side, okay?


      history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.
        Once upon a time, there was me. I was born. Of course, this is where all faerie-tales start: with a beautiful princess born to wealthy parents. There's always a snag, though. Mine was that I was no princess. My mother, Chita Rivera (no, not that Chita Rivera, sadly enough) bore me on the twenty-eighth of June in the city of Cusco, Peru, along the Andean mountainside. My father, Roger Sheridan, was nowhere near where he was supposed to be at the time. He was working as a businessman from the main stock headquarters in Chicago, Illinois. He had been flying to Sao Paolo, Brazil, on business, when his airliner made an emergency pit stop. In the dead center of a mountain in the Andes. It was supposedly love at first sight- or so he claims now that she cannot spend enough time in his presence for him to even bring it up. When I was born, Roger knew that he would in no way be able to support a family like a true Andean or a real Peruvian man could. That was simply unreasonable. So he dragged Chita and their little baby back to Chicago, where he knew what the hell he was doing.

        Back then my name was Ines. Now, Chita knew very little English, and instead was fluent in only Spanish, which Roger spoke fluently as well as English. She had quite a fair bit more than her fair share of difficulty when it came to adjusting to life in a big city. Sure, she loved Roger, but that love was hard to keep when all of this newness came when she was a young woman of nineteen, used only to the cold, crisp mountain air and her woolen clothes and llamas and alpacas and tiny, thatch-roof lodging. As a result of all this turmoil, Chita slowly began to lose her mind. When she finally snapped and fell into full-blown dementia, Roger knew he had to do something. He loved her (at least that's what he 'supposed'), and wanted to 'care for her as best he could.' So he did what any considerate, loving, concerned spouse would do. He sent her to a mental institution, changed my name from Ines to something more conventionally Chicagoan and anglicised, and made sure to set up a trust fund.

        Lucky me, I was the one who... benefited... from all this treatment and history and absolutely unbreakable love. I learned at a young age how to take care of myself. I learned how to break others without being broken (or staying broken for too long). I learned that the world is a cruel, cruel place, and that it's all for one. And I've absolutely learned how to keep it that way.


      went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.
        I would have been perfectly all right going through school. Nobody knowing who my parents were. What had happened to them. Why I didn't go anywhere with them. Why kids weren't allowed over. But no. Our own little Hercules came along with his own little ratpack of weaselly ways. I'm not sure how he got it out of me. However it happened, he knows. About all of it. But it's not as if I like him in any way, or him me, other than mutual respect. Everyone but Zinnia knows he has his eye on her, anyway. And in no way am I bitter. I've got someone in mind, too. But still, I wonder if he thinks that's much of a secret.

        I am supremely confused when it comes to my sexual orientation. I know I'm not a full lesbian, because I had intense feelings for none other than our class' "Hercules"- for a time. (That was before the whole web of secrets became so entangled. Needless to say, after that, my feelings faded fast.) But I know I'm not completely straight, because there is this one girl who is beautiful as anything I've ever seen before. I'm not bisexual simply because I do not believe in the principle of the word. Either you're one or the other. There is no in between.


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      nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐


      everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.
        Boxes. They stack easily, you know how much space you've got. It doesn't change.
        Power. If you've got power, you've got power. It's as easy as that. You can keep as many secrets as you'd like.
        Blue. It's a very calming colour. Plus it's the colour of the Peer Mediators group's sweatshirts.
        Hercules. He deserves my respect for not spilling the beans about my past, and luckily for him, he has it.
        Secrets. They're the key to any society. If you know how to keep them, you know how to coax them out of others.
        Hammers. You can hit things with them and threaten people with them. It's obvious why I like them.
        Cats. They're fluffy and have big, round eyes. You can tell them anything and they don't even care.


      it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.
        Hercules. Even though I respect him, he broke me in a way that I didn't know I could be broken.
        Bugs. They're creepy and crawly and have weird eyes and they feel horrible when they touch you.
        Medicine. There are so many different kinds of medicine, and I don't think a single kind tastes good.
        Loudness. People need to take time to just sit down, do what they're supposed to, and shut the ******** up.
        Bisexuality. You're either in denial or don't want to make a decision. Pick one and stick with it.
        History. There's too much to remember and not enough time in the day. Who cares about other people's lives?
        Cold. It's cold, it freezes you up, and it makes you feel unpleasant inside. What more is there?


      i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.
        1. Math Applications
        2. Spanish Speakers
        3. Anthropology Accelerated
        4. Philosophy of Religion
        5. Peer Mediation
        6. Gym and Human Fitness
        Extracurriculars. Debate Team, Level Two Peer Mediation (Meetings)


      the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.
        Yzma is power-hungry. All she wants to do is kill Kuzco, the egotistical and ever-so-perfect emperor. If she could just get him out of the way, and finally seize power of the kingdom she feels so rightly deserves, she could be empress and just relax for a change. In this way, Inelle is the same. Of course, she is no arsenist, no psychopath, and certainly no murderess. All she wants is her little bit of power, her own little piece of glory to cherish and polish in her hand until it gleams. The both would do whatever it takes to get to their goals and have no problem doing whatever to anything that's in their way.



      we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

      ........☆Wendla Bergmann☆........

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clemente's own [ 'demented peruvian princess' ]

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on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxcraig walden "roo" bonnaroo
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      Mike "Goob" Yagoobian.

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      no more moves, oh yeah, the dead-end z o n e
      yeah, you just can't call your soul your O.W.N



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      what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?
        Craig Walden Bonnaroo.


      i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.
        Roo; some of Craig's friends had taken to calling him Roo because they found him fidgety; they might also think it obvious when they hear his last name- which he insists is actually pronounced 'baw-nair-ee-oh'. ( ← lies! )


      one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.
        Craig turned eighteen the past August the Eighteenth.


      why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?
        Male ♂ .


      home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.
        Unknown; presumed to be Chicago, Illinois


      but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.
        Blood type AB+, five feet five inches tall, one hundred eleven pounds.


      shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.
        "I-I really like the girls… they're so p-pretty. But s-some boys are nice, I g-guess…"


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      dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐


      i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.
        [ - Craig is small. Not super small, just small in the sense that he's always been shorter, weaker, and a whole heck of a lot skinnier than most of the other guys he's spent his entire school life hanging around. His skin tone is pale, probably due to the majority of time on the weekends he spends indoors, during which he sleeps, swathed in his duvet. His celery-green eyes are always tired-looking and droopy, with large bags under them. He gives off the feeling of someone who, however hard he tries, either looks unbelievably sloppy or unbelievably good-looking, depending on your opinion of him. His head is a bit too big for his body, with hollow eyes and his ears sticking out quite considerably, and he reminds some people of a puppy who hasn't quite grown into himself yet. With a serious face and dark, unkempt hair, it is easy to think that he doesn't make an effort. However, some people find that his teeth are perfectly straight, his black hair perfectly tousled, and his lips perfectly pink. He frowns more often than he smiles, which means he must really like you if he ever smiles in your general direction. So it all depends on the eye of the beholder, as always. - ]


      you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.
        [ - Craig builds himself up only to tear himself down, piece by piece by piece. He's self-deprecating to the point where he throws himself a daily pity party. It's not that Craig's depressed, it's that nobody ever wanted to adopt him. He took that to heart and it's stuck ever since. This, maybe, was the catalyst for his grudge-holding mentality. One person does one bad thing to him one time and he will hate you and hate you and hate you for the rest of your life. No, he will hate you for eternity. So don't get on Craig's bad side, because even though he might not look like he has one, it's there. And it's very large and has enough room for the rest of the world's population to follow you onto it.

        And Craig doesn't just hold grudges with anyone. He's quick to anger, too, if you catch him when he's awake. The rest of the time he actually can't be bothered to do a thing with you. His chronic sleeping probably is due to Louis, a kid in Craig's third foster home, who used to keep him up all night to tinker with various scraps of metal, food, and bendy rubber or plastic. Craig's lack of sleep as a child might have contributed to his body's need, as a teenager, to sleep constantly so as to catch up on all that he missed. Contrary to popular belief, Craig actually tries very hard. In everything. Fitting in, schoolwork, trying to get a job… you just don't see it because he tries so hard to hide it from everyone. - ]


      history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.
        [ - It wasn't that Craig's family was dysfunctional. It was that it just didn't exist. Almost virtually since birth, Craig had been in a foster home. Yes, that means he had the whole cliché 'baby-in-a-basket-mother-rings-the-doorbell-and-hides-behind-a-bush-crying-silently-and-hoping-someone-comes-and-gets-her-goddamned-abandoned-baby-soon-or-only-God-knows-what-she'll-do-after-that' story. Since that day, Craig has never seen a single person he's related to or may know from a past foster home. That's right, Craig has had to move from foster home to foster home ever since the day he was born. Usually he stayed in one home for a year or so, then got relocated when other kids got adopted or they got a new influx of kids ( usually Chinese or Korean or whatever; who knows what s**t goes on around over there in Asia ).

        His first foster home he doesn't remember. It was apparently one specific to babies and toddlers, because all Craig can recall about that one was his three-year-old self sleeping along peacefully in a room with the other three- and four-year-olds. Next came one at which he stayed for approximately four years, the longest he'd ever spent at any foster home. The reason for the length of the stay was that during that time, he was at his 'adoption prime,' meaning that he was at the age at which most parents wanted to adopt a child. However, judging from where he is now, no parent apparently wanted a kid who slept all the damn time. But any adult was out of their mind if they wanted a psycho, hyperactive child who would never shut up. Craig always thought he would be preferable to any other child in any other foster home in the world.

        But Craig gave up hoping after years and years of waiting. So now he's just staying in one last foster home until he can find a place to live by himself. His foster mom and dad aren't too pleased with how lazy he is, and can actually legally kick him out of the house, but every time he wakes up and actually rolls out of bed to pick himself up and walk on his way to school, they see how sad his face is and know that Craig would rather be anywhere but where he was living at the moment. They push him as hard as they can, but try to be gentle about it, because really, it's a serious problem, that he can't figure out how to help himself. They know that by helping others he can help himself, but his fear of cars along with his weakness for people less fortunate than he won't get Craig very far. Helping people isn't usually a high-wage job. - ]


      went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.
        helping hands.xxx
        [ - When Craig was still moving from foster home to foster home, the kids from the high school would help out a lot, assisting in the relocation of a lot of the kids in the various foster homes he was living in at whatever time. The high-schoolers were in a group called Helping Hands, and when it came time for Craig to pick an extracurricular that - oh, God forbid - wasn't baseball ( to help make him look 'well-rounded' on his college applications ), this was his first choice. The club wasn't very popular when Craig was a freshman, but he tries in whatever spare time he has ( when he's awake and not playing baseball ) to recruit new members because he knows that it helps a lot. - ]

        childhood trauma.xxx
        [ - One boy in Craig's third foster home was a kid named Louis. He had this thing where he felt like a great thing to do was invent stuff. And sure, that's all fine, but science wasn't exactly this kid's forte. His inventions often backfired in the most hideous way possible. Louis used to need a lab rat, and guess who happened to be his roommate? Mind you, Craig and Louis at that time were about, what, eight? And how skilled could an eight-year-old be at building machines that make it so that ice cream tastes like saltines? Not very. So Craig ended up getting hurt. A lot. With electricity. Now he has scars all over his body, and he will ignore you if you ask him anything at all about it. - ]

        inventions.xxx
        [ - See, you would think that after all that, Craig would want to avoid inventions at all costs, right? Wrong. He now has a weird fixation with new ideas and new inventions. When he was relocating foster homes at a regular pace, he used to keep a suitcase - one of the old-fashioned brown leather ones with the sharp corners - full of newspaper cuttings and Internet printouts of news articles with people claiming their invention was the coolest and the best and the most useful and all of that. Craig never actually believed any of it would work, or that any one of these people were legit, but still, he has this manic obsession with finding out all there was to know about the world as it works for us. - ]

        theo and/or lilo.xxx
        [ - Either Craig has a thing for people whose names end in 'o' or he just likes people who are generally loud. Lilo is just a badass, in his opinion. Sweet and friendly if you treat her right, but set her off, and boom! There goes the bomb, blowing up in your face like nobody's business. Plus, she's new, and she's really pretty, so no boyfriend yet, until someone snatches her. Then Theo... he's just so...exciting, according to Craig. His little bouts of randomness and just over-exuberant joy just makes Craig smile. Theo and Lilo are the only people who can get him to smile. Well, except Tristan, but he doesn't smile much as it is, and no smile creates no other smiles. Well… usually, anyway. - ]


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      nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐


      everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.
        sleeping.xxx
        [ - work is too hard to have to keep yourself awake all the time, so he ends up doing a lot of sleeping. - ]

        baseball.xxx
        [ - it's the only thing he likes that requires any effort and cardiac activity, and craig is actually good at it. - ]

        not touching other people.xxx
        [ - getting hurt only happens if somebody touches you, physically or mentally, so it's just easier not to. - ]

        accelerated psychology.xxx
        [ - helping others help you help others is a rewarding way to spend your time…but nobody can know. - ]

        repetition.xxx
        [ - it might be a safety thing or a 'i-like-to-pick-on-this-guy-every-day-because-it's-fun' thing, who knows. - ]

        making lists.xxx
        [ - sure, some people call it ocd, but he knows that lists make everything a lot easier to remember. - ]

        purple m&ms.xxx
        [ - one of the only colours they don't make by default is purple, so he gets them on order once a month. - ]


      it was big and [ u g l y ] and i don't think it liked me.
        school.xxx
        [ - worthless waste of time, plus he feels like if he was going to go out and sleep, he might as well be at home. - ]

        neon colours.xxx
        [ - they're so bright; he doesn't understand why people feel the need to make themselves flashy. - ]

        warm things.xxx
        [ - if it's cold you can put on more clothes, or snuggle into more blankets, but heat is always uncomfortable. - ]

        cars.xxx
        [ - it isn't so much a 'dislikes' thing as it is a fear thing, but he will never in a million years get into one. - ]

        shrill sounds.xxx
        [ - headaches make life unpleasant, and only serve to annoy and make people hurt, so just shut up! - ]

        animated movies.xxx
        [ - they're stupid, they're bright, they're a complete waste of time, and frankly, he thinks they're useless. - ]

        nuts.xxx
        [ - smell bad, taste bad, are basically baby trees- there is nothing good about eating these things. - ]


      i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.
        ♥♥♥♥♥ - Accelerated Trigonometry -xxx
        [ - "I should be asleep" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - German Level 3 -xxx
        [ - "Still not quite fully awake" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - Accelerated Psychology -xxx
        [ - "Only class worth trying to stay awake for" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - U.S. Government -xxx
        [ - "This class is okay but I'm tired after that effort" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - Marine Science -xxx
        [ - "Can I go back to sleep now?" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - Remedial Fitness -xxx
        [ - "Oh God, not-baseball exercise, why?" time. - ]

        ♥♥♥♥♥ - Baseball - Helping Hands -xxx
        [ "Extra stuff that's taking up my sleeping time" ...time. - ]


      the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.
        Craig is just the epitome of self-deprecation, unhappiness, and absolute lethargy. Like Goob, who is always left out in the cold when it comes to being adopted and the inventions of others, Craig feels that nobody wants him, even when he tries his best to be everyone else's best. He is more likely to turn to hate and bad things than to forgive and forget, just like Goob- a definite shortcoming in both, to say the least. However, Craig and Goob both need their beauty rest, otherwise they are super-cranky, or just absolutely cannot function.



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                                  Audrey Sherimaine Gersten________

                                  Usually just goes by Audrey. ⇠
                                  Proud of her middle name. ⇠
                                  Eldest living child of George Atticus Gersten and Mary Jacquelynia Sharpe-Gersten. ⇠
                                  Born October 19, 1988. ⇠
                                  Used to go to the University of Michigan until her parents transferred her. ⇠
                                  Heiress to GerstenCorp. ⇠




                                  ✱ Medium brown hair; blue eyes; fair to olive skin.
                                  ✱ Average 'perfect' measurements; loathes being called that.
                                  ✱ Hides a navel piercing from her parents.
                                  ✱ Cannot drive; instead bikes or walks to her destination.
                                  ✱ Born and raised in Michigan; wishes she could go back.


                                  Feels guilt that she is her parents' only living child. ⇠
                                  Has big plans for the environment... that contradict her parents'. ⇠
                                  Does not have a driver's license. ⇠
                                  Speaks two languages fluently- German and English. ⇠
                                  Likes to walk around barefoot in the grass. ⇠
                                  Has severe allergies to most animals. ⇠
                                  Visited multiple countries; loves to travel. ⇠
                                  Makes jokes about painters. ⇠
                                  Hates being judged, and judging others. ⇠





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                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Scorp, but only those really close to him may call him that.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ 17; born December 31.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Will take anyone that stands still.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Slytherin, of course.

                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Pale skin; green eyes; long hair.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ About 5'10"; lean build.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Blonde hair like his father.

                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ First and only child.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Father; Draco Malfoy.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Mother; Astoria Greengrass.

                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Is generally creepy and lecherous.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Known to be manipulative and cunning.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Is a suck-up to teachers and parents.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Very much his father's son.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Thinks he's the hottest thing on two legs.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Always gets what he wants.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Makes odd analogies.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Is skilled at Potions, Charms, and Care of Magical Creatures.
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Is the Slytherin Keeper.

                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ Wendla Bergmann
                          ﹙❖﹚ ▪ ▪ ▪ medium sea green, forest green, and dark grey .
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