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To whoever joins:

You can pick whether you want to play either (A) or (B), but please clarify. I will let you post your profile first.

Here's a skelly:

Role: (A, or B)
Name:
Age:
Bio:
Personality:
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((Of course(: thanks))

Role: A; Uke
Name: Soren Smith
Age: 16
Bio: Soren is from a family of contention and hate, hence the way he acts now. His parents eventually divorced, so now he lives with his dad who is constantly drunk. Soren usually spends his time at school, the library or the park. He is an outcast at school, but only by choice. He doesn't want anyone to find out about his family or the way he lives, so he keeps to himself.
Personality: Soren is an artist. He loves to draw and paint things, but he keeps his talent hidden. He's almost always alone. He may seem tough, but really he's sensitive and hurt easily. He's also manipulated easily, if you pull the right strings.

Soren walked into school, his head low. He didn't want to be here right now. A group of boys sneered at him, as if he was bait. They stuck out their foots in front of him to try to trip him up, which worked. He fell to the ground, dropping his notebook he always carried around. He sighed, snatching it up and hurriedly got to his feet as he heard the taunting laughs of the students and began walking again, towards his first class.

Soren stumbled into class late, once again. He frowned as everyone turned to look at him.
"Soren, you're late. Again," the teacher said, annoyed. He glared at the teacher as he heard a few snickers coming from his fellow classmates. He just shrugged it off, "I don't really care," he said in a low voice, yet a little sarcastically. He took his seat behind some guy with a guitar he had never seen before. Probably a new student. He sighed again, Great.. Another person to tease me, he thought to himself.

A little stunned by Lucas's kindness, Soren almost felt bad turning him away. Although he liked to be alone, he had a longing for a real friend. Someone that would stay by his side no matter what happened.
He ran his fingers through his hair, keeping his eyes down on his desk, "It's best you don't talk to me," he told him in a low whisper, not bothering to mention his name.

Soren was shocked at first, but he couldn't help but laugh silently to himself. He quickly gathered up his stuff and walked out of the classroom, hearing Lucas and the annoying girls talking, when he got tripped again. He glared angrily at the boy who had tripped him as they laughed, "Oops! Sorry!" he said. Soren stood up, "You're tricks are getting old. Surely you're more mature than that," he told them, swiftly walking out of the classroom, keeping his head low to hide the fact that he was crying. He angrily scrubbed at the tears, feelin weak.