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☆xxxxxxxThe basics of forestry are the seeds.
xxxxxxxCharacter Basics

Name Colin Hayes
Nickname Just Colin, please.
Gender Male
race Human
Age 19
Birthday March 11th
Country of Origin Britain

☆xxxxxxxAmong trees, perfection and imperfection are equals.
xxxxxxxPhysical Characteristics

Appearance Colin is a tall, dark haired male with gray-green eyes. He isn't overly buff, but in no way is he considered fat. Compact would suit him best. His skin is somewhat tanned, because he plays a lot of sports and spends time outside a lot. He dresses in whatever he think is comfortable, mostly in jeans and muted colors, though he is occasionally seen wearing something bright when he feels like it. He is considered very handsome among the women of his age, and his charming smile or occasional smirk does wonders for his image.
Height 6 feet, 3 inches.
Weight 143 lbs.
Hair Dark, nearly black, and usually mussed up via him running his fingers through it.
Eyes His eyes are gray-green.
Oddities Colin surprisingly has nothing unusual about his appearance.

☆xxxxxxxEvery ring is another level of experience, every knot a tribute to the past.
xxxxxxxSpecial Traits

Abilities You'd think that the son of an angel would be all pretty and shiny and benevolent with those overused white wings, but hey, I'm still half human. I've got some magical manipulation skills, some evil-creature senses, and other stuff, but I don't use my stuff too much outside of home.
History Well, lets see. I was born and raised to a single mother in England and never knew who my pop was. Being a kid was fun, even though some other kids thought I was kinda weird; I was really perceptive and smart, so much so that even the teachers noted it. As I grew up, it was just my mom Sarah and me, but we did alright; it was she that taught me to play the guitar.

When I turned ten, my mom met a guy, Patrick Hayes, and they really hit it off. I liked him well enough; he was pretty cool and he made my mom happy. They got married about a year after, and along with a step dad, I got a step sister too.
When I first met Ella, I didn't really like her too much. I met her a month after my mom started dating her dad, and I thought she was really weird. I mean, she was always talking to plants and animals like they could responded to her, and I didn't hang around with her much, preferring to hang with my guy friends and not deal with 'cootie-ridden' girls.

However, after our parents got married, we started to click and play with each other a lot more, and she soon became my best friend. I could trust that girl with anything, and she would always keep things to herself if I asked her to. She was also my partner whenever we decided to mess around with our parents, and we always had each others backs. We still do.

When we were both 11, our dad got a big pay raise in his job, and we were able to move out of Glastonbury to the countryside, where there was more space for us to play, and more places to practice our abilities, which were getting stronger as we got older. Ella and I blazed through middle-school without too much incident. As partially Supernatural beings, we must have been gifted with supernatural patience or something-we weren't worried about our images or the drama that seemed to permeate our class mates.

When we hit high school, we still remained close, but Ella and I branched out and made new friends, got good grades, went to parties, yada yada. I had a girlfriend during high school and Ella had a boyfriend, but that didn't work out for either of us. No biggie, we weren't too worried. Sure, it sucked at the time, but I think we both came to the realization of what we wanted from someone and didn't bother dating again.

It was just a month ago that we both received the letters to attend Grove Academy, and we were both psyched. With us both having weird abilities, we often felt cut off from alot of the rest of the teenage population, even though we still had friends. After having our parents look over the letters and plane tickets, we packed up and headed off at the end of the month, before the new school year started.

Personality Quick, ingenious, stimulating, alert, and outspoken. Colin is very resourceful in solving new and challenging problems. He is adept at generating conceptual possibilities and then analyzing them strategically. Good at reading other people. Bored by routine, will seldom do the same thing the same way, apt to turn to one new interest after another, though he has stuck to several things.
Talents Colin can sing, play guitar and play drums. He is very good at math and science related activities, and can paint. He is also a fair hand a cooking, which he enjoys.
Weaknesses Colin is a natural born trickster, always finding new and innovative ways to use something that is usually not for the benefit of someone else, but it's always in good fun. He always takes a pragmatic approach to events, which can make it hard for him to sympathize with one person when he can see the whole problem.

☆xxxxxxxFaces lay hidden in the leaves.
xxxxxxxAbout the Player

Username Lyssa Moonsinger
Post Color Green
Nickname Lyssa, Lys.
Theme Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

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XXXXXX⇨⇨⇨What, you want me to say that I don't say?
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