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I am: Dae Dae
But you can call me: Theodore "Teddy" Reese. Also answers to Theo
Each year, we get a little wiser: 19
I'm a: male
I just so happen to be attracted to: males, not that it's any of your business.
I'm a little bit of this, a little bit of that:
Most would say I don't have any personality to talk about. That's not really true; I just get quiet when I'm nervous sometimes. And well, I get nervous a lot. I like to think I'm a nice guy, though. When I'm talking at all, I'm pretty nice. I guess I'm a little weird, I get told that sometimes, but I don't really think of it as a bad thing.
Attracted to me? I think so:
I keep my red, curling hair in a ponytail that reaches just below my shoulders. People think I dye it, but it just is practically fire-truck red. And I don't get nearly enough sun, so it's a huge contrast with my pale skin. Whenever I finally do get any sun, my skin tends to blotch red. Probably not the most attractive feature, but entirely true. My eyes are my favorite feature; they're a pale blue though in some light they look gray. My least favorite features are my nose and mouth. My nose points up at the tip and my lips are way too wide and thick. I have a thin frame, but no real muscle tone. Not that it would be seen if I had any; my clothes are always a size too large for me. I tend to slouch; probably a bad idea at my whopping height of 5'4.
Do I have to give you my autobiography?:
My life is pretty average, really. I have the best parents; my mom's a nurse and my dad's a fireman. It's like growing up with your favorite real-world heroes making your pancakes in the morning. They could be a little strict, much more so than my peers can understand me 'putting up with', but I never felt it crossed the line. Probably the only downside to my home life is how religious my parents are. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against religion. It's just really hard to come out of the closet right after listening to your parents tirade about how the makers of Brokeback Mountain are going to Hell.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's not like I always knew I was gay. When I hit my teens I snuck peeks at dirty mags and tried to date girls same as any guy. With a lot less success, but it wasn't because I wasn't interested. I mean, at least I thought I was interested. But maybe I should have always known. I've had the same best friend since I was five years old and I don't know when it started, when how I felt changed, but things are definitely different between us now. I always want to hang out with him, find myself noticing even if I accidentally brush against him or he smiles at me. I hope to God he hasn't noticed, but I do think he's been avoiding me some lately. We only hang out in groups now, everyone paired off but me.

But life goes on, I still talk to girls and just try to cover up the whole thing. I can't really let one problematic detail slow me down. I have to get ready for college and I already have a job. Nothing much, just an entry level data entry job, but I hope it will defray some of the costs I'm in for. Even with the scholarship offers coming in, I can't expect everything to be paid for. I want to go somewhere local; I've never been away from home and, like everything else, that idea makes me nervous. But maybe if I got away... away from Dean, where nothing is going to happen and away from my parents... maybe if I got away I could figure myself out with a little less stress.
Anything else you'd like to know?:
I'm mostly upbeat around other people; I don't like to admit I've got problems. But since I don't deal with those problems, they reach up and strangle me when no one is looking.

I am: DamienCreater
But you can call me: Mark
Each year, we get a little wiser: 16
I'm a: Male
I just so happen to be attracted to: neither, not that it's any of your business.
I'm a little bit of this, a little bit of that: He rushes into things with little to no second thought. He is friendly and tries to help people in need, yet he can be irritable, and violent. He can be stubborn and idiotic, however he has high intellegance, just doesn't always use it. He can sometimes hates people he just meets.
Attracted to me? I think so: He cannot be seperated from his hoody, willingly. It bears carving and symbols that Mark always liked studying. His jeans have tears at the knees and had a few bruises here and there.
Do I have to give you my autobiography?: He was always a good person, to his parents and even people he met the first time. That was until school... People picked on his for paying attention in class and being a teacher's pet, soon teasing turned into fighting. It was rarely he came home without another bruise. He almost never lost his eagerness to learning, he craved it like food. He took self defence classes learning how to fight better, he soon became top of his class even surpassing his teacher. One day he found out about a place called BloodSquare...

I am: kittengrl39
But you can call me: Jessica Holtz… or just ‘prude’ is fine, whatever.
Each year, we get a little wiser: 17
I'm a: girl.
I just so happen to be attracted to: oh god. Men? Maybe? By default? Not that it's any of your business.
I'm a little bit of this, a little bit of that: Lots of book smarts, zero street smarts. And I know it. I prefer to read and swim rather than go partying. I have a sarcastic wit that doesn’t win me a lot of friends; my therapist says I’m ‘pushing people away subconsciously’. (Yes, I have a therapist. Shut up.) However, the few I do have are very precious to me. They can see that I’m really just a kid inside, and that I don’t mind staying that way. That’s why I love them.
Oh, and I hate guys who try to come on to me. It creeps me out and sends danger signals throughout my whole body.
Attracted to me? I think so: Long, slightly curly red hair that is the bane of my life. I try to straighten it and get it to lie flat and it just keeps frizzing out. I usually keep it in a ponytail. Brown eyes, tan skin, nothing unremarkable. Kind of angular all over. I thought guys were the only ones who had growth spurts. I ended up about 5’8”. Not much in the T&A department. Just… plain, I guess.
Do I have to give you my autobiography?: I grew up, went to school, don’t know what do with my life, that’s it. Oh, you want some more? Fine…
My dad works at a law office. He’s away a lot, but he’s always supported me. My mom does a bunch of charity things and works in the city park. She’s always been real organized. But she tries to organize my life, too – and the thing is that I’m so used to it I won’t stop her. I know she’s just trying to make sure I don’t make the same mistakes she did, but it still bugs me.
So instead I escape into books. I love reading, and my favorite class is English. Mom used to bring me to the park, sit me down on a bench and let me read until she was done. Some of the pixies at the park would play with me, too.
The transfer students say it’s weird living with all these other species, but it’s the way I’ve always known things. Heck, a lot of my friends are halfies. I can’t imagine not being around them.
Anyways, my mom’s attitudes kind of rubbed off on me. I avoid most anyone after dark on the suspicion that they’ll rape me. I don’t even drink at parties, due to the wonderful short film I watched on date rape drugs. I’m pretty much a stick-in-the-mud. So what am I doing at a nightclub?...

I am: Kathryn Moondancer
But you can call me: Anita Blake, Nita to my few freinds
Each year, we get a little wiser: 25
I'm a: Female
I just so happen to be attracted to: males, not that it's any of your business.
I'm a little bit of this, a little bit of that: Anita takes her work very seriously, and rarely allows herself a chance to actually have fun. She has flings every once in a while, but they are pretty rare right now. If you become her friend though, she will stick her neck out as far as the law will allow to help you out.
Attracted to me? I think so:
Anita is about 5'2" and 105lbs soaking wet. She has black hair, and dark brown eyes. She is normally in business casual clothes when working, and in comfortable blue jeans and t-shirt when relaxing. She almost always has a silver cross on a necklace around her neck.
Do I have to give you my autobiography?: Anita grew up with her grandmother in New Orleans. It was during her childhood that she learned that she had preternatural abilites, mostly dealing with the voodoo magic of necromancy and animation. Her grandmother was, to say the least, mortified. Anita was not allowed to do what came naturally to her until she graduated high school. From there, she moved to St. Louis, and went to college. At the age of 24, she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Preternatural Biology and was professional trained in vampire executioner. Most of her work deals in jobs such as raising the more recent dead for the local P.D. for homicide cases or to clarify legal matters such as wills, so long as the price is right.

Anything else you'd like to know?: Animation/Necromancy -- Anita has the ability to raise the dead into zombies, as well as exert special control over undead creatures.

My manipulator is: Kryptonite120
But you can call me: Kittles 'Kit' Blackburn
I haven't been furry all my life: 108
Just because I'm a Siberian Tiger doesn't mean I'm not a: Woman
What's it to you?: Bi
I have a heart too, you know: I'm the average poll whore, that's right kiddy's, I'm a dancer at guilty pleasures. I love birght colors, I lived for the eighties and nineties. I live for music, the whole club scene, love it! I usually walk around in my work clothes sense I work almost all night *winkwink* However, I am a girl, I just want to be wooed, preferably by someone who has as big a sexual appetite as me! I like drinking, alot. anything fruity flavored! One other thing, I HATE water, the only time I get wet is when there is a hot person around and when I take a shower. That's IT! If you splash water at me, you will have one pissed of kitty.
When I'm not furry, I look like this: I have dark brown hair, full of shinniness and all, slightly wavy. My eyes are lucious green with a dark forrest ring around the outside and gold flecks all around.I have beautiful curves in a lovely hourglass form. My legs are fairly long but I'm still on the shorter side, 5'1. With the stilettos, 5'5. I'm slightly bony in my wrists, fingers, and ankles, but nice everywhere else. I am very well developed! They are D's and they are real, offend my appearence and it will be the last thing you do.
But when I turn, I look like this: My coat is white with the usual black strips, My eyes are a crystal blue with an ice ring on the out-skirts. my coat is very shiny and soft to the touch. Sometimes I like being furry better, women seem to know more how to scratch at the right spots to sooth my kitty.
Do I have to? Alright, fine, sit down and listen: When I turned 21, we obviously had a huge celebration that went on into the wee hours of the night. I was walking home singing a bunch of songs with my friends when we discovered we were being followed, but not by a man, by a dog. Me, the animal lover that I am, crouched and did the 'here doggie doggie doggie' game, and he came bounding right up to me, except for the minor detail that he wasn't a dog. He was a Tiger, and he was injured, baddly. I stroaked his fur, sitting in the middle of the street untill I became sober enough to pick his heavy a** up and drag him into my appartment, I ended up needing help from my reluctant friends. We got him inside and for the next couple of days, I tended to his wounds, tentively. One day, when I came home from school(college), there was no more pretty kitty, but one very gorgeous man, we spent the night together and somewhere in it all, he turned me. Sad thing is, I haven't seen him since. Oh well...
Anything else?: Marshmellow fluff is the best thing man ever created. I eat it religiously. It's the key to my little heart

My manipulator is: Miss Lovely Rita
But you can call me: Samantha ‘Sammy Spade’ Jackal
I haven't been furry all my life: 22
Just because I'm a wallaby doesn't mean I'm not: Female
What's it to you?: Straight
I have a heart too, you know: Sammy has a very strong sense of justice, and is educated in criminology and the classics. Besides this, she is a party animal, expending her energy at clubs until she’s exhausted, and watching other people go berserk until she builds up the energy. She loves the Riverfront, since it satisfies all three of her needs: dancing, humor, and sexual energy. She is very quirky and naïve, often asking absurd questions with no relevancy [like ‘Do vampires get STDs?’]. She is abstinent[very straining on her half-succubus body, since even being a halfbreed requires a lot of sexual activity], and very shy in matter concerning relationships; if you’re considering attempting, you’ll have to invest a lot of hard work in your convincing and seduction.
When I'm not furry, I look like this: 5’4.5’’. Sammy has shoulder-length orangish-blrown hair with faded mousy brown streaks here and there. It is straight, and curls inward [while some locks curiously curl outward]. She has golden hazel eyes, pale skin, and a slightly plump DD-cup frame. Sam has a youthful, naïve air about her, and has very lean muscle. She is only overweight by about 5 pounds, and doesn’t let it bother her.
She wears a black sleeveless shirt with Capri jeans that are rolled up to her knees, as well as a grey jacket that smells of cigar smoke wrapped around her waist. Sam wears black fingerless cloth gloves, and Mary Janes with striped stockings. She has a pinwheel in her hair above her ear, and spade-shaped sunglasses.
But when I turn, I look like this: Her wallaby is a Mainland Red Neck, and she has the characteristic salt-and-pepper coat with red wash across the shoulders, as well as the black nose and paws. Her fur is soft, and she enjoys rubs behind the ears, under the neck, and on the stomach.
Do I have to? Alright, fine, sit down and listen: Samantha is a half-succubus half-human b*****d who, feared by the residents of her mother’s apartment complex, ran away at the age of ten. She became homeless until she started running her own detective agency—and became qualified as a tutor-to-hire in History— so where she now lives the life of a traveler, moving place to place, exhibiting her knowledge for money. Along the way, after sacrificing a small wallaby to stay alive [there were no strip clubs in the area], it took over her soul so that she could turn into it; as a wallaby, her sanity and inhibitions slowly drain away, but she can survive on the wallaby's source of food without needing any sexual energy. She has settled down in a rather seedy section of the Riverfront, often becoming the witness to many of her cases— and boy, does she profit from it!
Anything else?: She is a virgin. The reason why she has survived so far is that she feeds off a small fraction of the sexual, tense energy at strip clubs, with her regular being Guilty Pleasures nowadays.