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Ok so my name is actually Kris is real life.

Im a class of '08 graduate!

I live in texas near DFW

Im 18.

An aspiring author, no matter how poorly everyone thinks im doing on the story. (Cough Neko Cough)

And my hobbies include, molesting animals, killing babies, and...wait... *switches index card * sorry thats the umm...i mean... *runs*

...Name's Beau. And I hate it.
If you want me to not LOATHE you, it's either Kain-mun or B. Not Beau.

I'm 19. I don't act it. My body (thanks to chemo and other tests) is on the level of that of a 30+ year old's n' my maturity level is on a 25+ level. So yes, I have an ego, get the hell over it. You age means s**t to me.

I had cancer. Now I don't. Back off the subject. Now I got somethin' horribly wrong with my liver that's killing me and my left leg likes to not work. It's kind of a life-threatening problem at this point, hence why I try to use this computer as an escape from reality like I did when I had cancer, hence why I ******** HATE non-IC DRAMA!
...I also hate to see people I care about in pain, which is...well, as Vice President, I CHOOSE to care about all of you. Even Kris. But I love me fiance the most, so GET OVER THAT TOO.

Yes, I'm an angry person. I hate God (I'm half-a** agnostic and prefer to think Lucifer had the right idea in trying to knock that sadistic d**k-muncher off of his throne) and love Chaos. Chaos for OTHERS.

Some of you may of heard the rumor, and I'll clarify n' tell the story now:
Yes, I slit my damn wrist. NO, I am not a ******** emo. I did it when I was getting kicked out of the house on to the streets as far as my mother cared and forcing me to take my fiance with me. So, here's the logic, even though IT WAS WRONG:
A.) I needed to keep my fiance here, and with me gone, she'd (my mother) would of never kicked my fiance out.
B.) I was sick as I am now (not that anyone believed me at the time) and it was either die here where I'm comfortable or die of pestilence in the streets.
We moved out in to an a*****e's apartment for a few months, and after out shitty water heater broke there and the apartment was ruined, my mom let us move back in and things have never been greater. With all this said: STAY AWAY FROM THE SUBJECT.

Finally: I have a horrible father. This man is the only person in the world I ever...ok, second person I tried to kill. I made an honest effort, but my mom drugged me (a lot) and I feel asleep. In the end he ran back to California with his tail between his legs and I'm not allowed to answer the phone 'cause (I've done it before with a pisser named Chad) I can persuade people very easily to do things like drink bleach! But, we need the child support that we've finally been collecting from his thanks to him getting Disability for NO REASON. I prefer to believe that when I slit my wrist, the blood from that side of the family was drowned out.
I have no father.
No sister.
No aunt.
No uncle.
No grandmother.
It's not a touchy subject for me, so feel free to ask for more detail on the subject or whatever.

I love the saying, or motto if you will; "I hate love and I love Hate." I have far more hate and anger than I do love, but I like it that way. Trust is touchy for me, but there's a few like Kris n' Neross n' Neko that have earned it to some degree. Please note: Just 'cause I'm an angry b*****d doesn't mean I bring it here, in to the guild. I have nothing against any of you and would rather make sure you're all happy, hence my rank.

That about sums it up. I swear to God if there are questions unanswered then I'm gonna lose my mind.

Oh - I was born n' raised in Lake Tahoe, Cali, and now I live in the s**t-filled suburbs of Colorado. I hate it here and I miss places like the Boardwalk in Santa Cruise, Tahoe as an area, Sacramento, the bay...eh.

I was supposed to be in the class of '07, but how does someone with a proven I.Q. of 110+ (in third grade; LOVE THE EGO!) drop out so easily? 'Cause of the cancer. When I came back, the councilor was iffy I should become a Junior. So we talked it over and I had to take this test to see where I was. Well, I was COLLEGE level. But, she and my principle (who hated my sister before me and my brother before him) decided I STILL needed to be held back and need summer school! So my mom -suggested- I get my G.E.D. and thus I did and passed with flying colors, and once I got my own car and license, went and pissed on the school. Literally. Oh no, I missed out on the drama of High School? What a damn shame...

I met my fiance on AOL role-playing like this, but in chatrooms. Kris knows how it works. He used to be the whipping boy of his own girl! It was funny. That aside, we loved one another she lived in Vegas in a very abusive household. My mom agreed to take her in, and here we are a year n' a half later. She's really hot and I have no idea how I scored her. Don't question it.

All right, that's seriously it.

Well this is going to be interesting.

Well, my real name is Megan. And I have four other friends with the same name. But trust me when I say it suits me best.
I'm 19 and I graduated high school in '07. I'm currently attending, what, two classes a week at a community college because I have NO IDEA what I want to do with my life. And I'm trying to save money by working. I live in a house in the suburbs in Southern California about an hour's drive out of L.A. and about a half hour's drive out of the desert. It gets really f'ing hot here in the summer. I live with my mom and my ex-boy and best friend Piko, you can get his real name from him. I call him my room-mate because he rents out my mom's guest-suite.

By the way, my mom's a public high-school teacher so she NEVER gets away from the high school drama. She met my dad at PROM, though they were both chaperoning and were going out with other people at the time. My dad was 14 years older than my mom, served in Vietnam, and eventually died from complications he suffered from a heart attack he got when he was serving & pneumonia. His dad and his aunt died in the same year (that's my grandpa and great-aunt for those of you who couldn't figure that one out). My dad also died two days before my first birthday, which is normally why I don't like to tell people when my birthday is.

I'm a pisces by the way, and that's probably why I'm just so darn MOODY. Of course my red hair could also be apart of it. And before you ask, yes, I am bloody Irish. I'm also bloody Scottish. ...and Swedish......my mom is the irish/scottish one...my dad's side is completely Swedish. By the way, I can't hold my liquor to save my life so don't start on any 'drunken irish jokes'.

An interesting fact about me is that I was a child actor. Ha ha! No seriously, no joke. I was in a couple of music videos (one of which never aired and I'm too embarrassed to talk about), and a few commercials. I'm incredibly short and I stopped growing when I was twelve so I get mistaken for a middle-schooler....a LOT. Don't worry boys, I'm fully developed. I'm a complete and total tom-boy so don't be surprised if I say stuff that's way too perverted for a 'girl' or whatever. I am a complete and total hopeless romantic however so I do wear a few skirts and dresses here and there. I just swear a lot in multiple languages to compensate. I've actually been to Japan and can speak four other languages other than English...not very well...but I know enough to get by. And trust me when I say I know more swears than any sailor alive.

Recently I lost my old WONDERFUL job because my boss decided to get 'fresh'. So I got my half-sister to go sue his a** and now I have a new job. It's not as good and the hour's are a pain, but I like the people and I make ...err...a decent amount. My sister by the way is tweleve years older than me and is related to me through our dad. We love each other though (when we're not trying to prank one another to death) and her mom and my mom get along great. I (personally) don't like her mom but she's a nice lady and I respect her enough to get by. Well, that's enough for now, just know that if you ever need a weird family story, chances are I've got one.

Hiya!

The name is Brandi, and unlike Beau I love my name!

Lets see there a few things about me:

I love to draw! (Even though Beau is getting better than me I can still kick his a** with the animals!) I especially loves wolves! I am 20 years old and not a highschool grad I hope to work on my GED soon.

I am in love with Beau! HE is the love of my life and it makes me happy that he saved me from my horrible house-hold I live with Beau and his family and I have never been happier.

As you can see I love to role play I don't really like to talk about my Vegas life to much.. it brings up a past I don't like...

ANYWHO!

::scratches her head:: Lets see.... love movies I work at Wendys (don't laugh!) And it's a good place to be I have friends there who actually care for me unlike most of my other jobs...


I HAE MY MOM!


...But I love Bonnie who is Beau's mommy who is like my mommy 'cause she takes care of me! :;giggles::

I think that's really it if you want to know more I guess you can ask, but I will bite you if you mention Vegas...

Ill keep this brief.
Joe, 18, '08.
Legally blind; have asthma.
Tall, Muscular, Kick-your-a** type of person.
I am Johnnys master, and heck, I might tell you his name for the fun of it, cuz he knows I RULE HIM. I cant tell you any more on how I rule him, who I rule, or why we're a group, other than that cuz we're sworn to secrecy. You know that Johnny and I are in, and I'm the head figure, that's all youll ever know. Johnny won't tell you anything either, except maybe his role. It's independant from our group, so it still doesn't tell you anything about 'us.'

That's all.