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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:10 pm
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  ❝ The Criminal ❞ It's my way or the highway. Get used to it or get lost! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Ronald Joseph DeLuca ❖ Nicknames // Ronnie ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Nationality // Caucasian ❖ Age // Twenty Two ❖ Personality// I'm kind of a big deal. See, I am a bona fide bad a**. I am cocky and I'm not afraid to show that about myself. I am convinced that the entire world revolves around me, and what doesn't revolve around me, should. I am very well educated, though I tend to keep my knowledge to myself unless it proves helpful in an argument or other social situation. Bluntly? I am an a*****e to pretty much everyone. Sarcasm is my mother tongue, and if you don't like it, I personally couldn't care less. I think this arranged marriage situation is bullshit, but hey, I'm gettin me a free maid, cook, and laundry wench. In the process. Oh the cleverness of me. I am such a genius. Typically I wouldn't have agreed to it but hell, it got me out of prison so, tough cookies there sweetheart. This rich b***h is in for a real wake up call. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Eye Color // Dark Brown ❖ Hair Color // Dark Brown/Black ❖ Height // Five Foot Eleven Inches ❖ Weight // 145 lbs. ❖ Markings // I have tattoos all over my body. No piercings that I remember. I have several scars from various things, but that is none of your business and most are covered up by tattoos anyway. So unless you are up close, or really looking at them, they are nearly invisible. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // I grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada where the cars are fast and the women are faster. My mom left us when I was a kid but no big deal she was probably a dumb b***h anyway. I heard she drank through both her pregnancies, among other things. I have an older brother and my father. Neither of which I can stand. My brother died when I was ten from a heroine addiction, and I haven't seen my father since he up and left when I was fifteen. No biggie, he wasn't the loving supportive man you'd think a father should be anyway. Since then I've lived in the fast lane. Drinking, smoking, partying, doing all kinds of drugs, sleeping around, living the good life ya know? No one told me what to do or where to go. How to act or when to be somewhere. That is until I got myself arrested for what seemed like the hundreth time. The judge was sick of seeing me and finally landed my a** in prison, but I won't tell you what happened. Now I just walked out of that pen, and my father ambushes me with this story about marrying some chick. I refused until he told me how much cash she had, and how deep of trouble that girl's parents were in. They bought a house for us to live in, and that is where I am headed. Straight to my 'new home' to wait for my 'lovely' fiance to arrive. I swear, she better not be a troll. ❖ Fears // Haptephobia: Fear Of Being Touched. By anyone, anywhere, at any time. Prison messes with you. Trust me. Trypanophobia. Fear Of Injections. My brother died before my eyes shooting up on heroine. Injections or needles...I can't handle them unless I a too drunk to notice, hence the tattoos. ❖ Crush // Oh my lovely wifey to be I suppose. Right? Isn't that what I am suppose to say? ❖ Theme // The Westerner by Falling In Reverse fits my life to a T. ❖ Miscellaneous // I have so many walls up, that I don't intend on letting anyone into my heart, period. It's a dangerous game that people play, and I refuse to lose that game again. I had a girl once, but she stabbed me in the back. She cheated on me for over a year with my best friend, tried to literally murder me, and left me for dead. When you are in a relationship for four years and think everything is perfect, watch your back. They could have been faking the whole time... -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Lynzi_Infamous ⊱ --------
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 9:00 am
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- ❝Sweetheart/Depentant Female❞ Fallow Your Heart, Not Your Eyes! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯❖ Name // Serenity Blume Hope❖ Nicknames // Serenity, Flower❖ Gender // Female❖ Nationality // British❖ Age // Nineteen❖ Personality// I've been called a sweetheart, but dependent. It is true, I cannot be independent to save my life. Someone was always there for me. Either friends or family. Someone was always there. I can be spineless and quiet too but I'm very nice. I'm also timid and shy at times. My morals are straight though. I've never done anything wrong; drugs, alcohol and of course... sex... I'm way too shy for that! -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯❖ Eye Color // baby blue❖ Hair Color // light brown❖ Height // 5' 6" ❖ Weight // 135lbs❖ Markings // old burn scar mark on my left cheek... my uncle was drunk-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯❖ Biography // I grew up in London, my parents as one of the largest land lords in all of London. Even the Queens Guards took rest on our land properties... as well as most drug lords of Europe. In payment to stay on their properties, sometimes my family would charge the drug lords with drugs instead. When I was younger, my mum and pa left me with my uncle since they were going to a business meeting. Well, he had gotten drunk and wanted to play with fire since we was high. I tried to stop him cause he could have gotten hurt, but instead, he had gotten mad at my attempt and burned me with his joint on my cheek. The maids witnessed this and took me away from him. They called my parents and they came and got me immediately. I never saw my uncle since. Years have passed and my cousins grew tired of English drugs and wanted something stronger. Word amongst the drug lords that the American and Mexican drugs are the strongest. So they bought so much that they couldn't pay it off. I've never done drugs, had good grades in all my years of schooling, had only one boyfriend... but it didn't last long... since I wouldn't give 'it' up. We weren't even on first base. I've never drank or smoked a cigar. I'm very opposite from the other rich girls and boys. I don't care for gems, money or live in a big fancy resort. I like to be outside in gardens and away from big loud cities with chaos. But since my cousins have bought more drugs than they can afford. The family talked with one of the largest drug lords in America. And in order to pay their debt, they have agreed to wed me off to the oldest son. But.. I had thought that arranged marriage only happened in the Victorian Era? What if the son is abusive? Will burn me? Or just hide my lifeless drugged up body somewhere where no one can find me? This is a terrible idea! I do not like this... I have to move to America away from my family... I will never forgive my cousins for this!❖ Fears // Pyrophobia; Since the incident with her Uncle, Serenity has been scared of fire. Ethismosophobia: Addiction to Drugs or Alcohol. Serenity has seen the evils of addiction through her family. She doesn't want to be like them.❖ Crush // No body! I want to go home!❖ Theme Song // Never too late; Three Days Grace❖ Miscellaneous // I like piercings and tattoo's and I believe that you should never judge a book by their cover.-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Countess Scarlet ⊱ --------
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 10:51 am
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  ❝Living In The Lap Of Luxury❞ Dream of what you want Fight for what you need ! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Margret Louis Campbell ❖ Nicknames // Maggie ❖ Gender // Female ❖ Nationality // Italian ❖ Age // Nineteen ❖ Personality// Even though she’s a spoiled rich girl she knows the value of things. She believes that you don’t need to buy something just because you want it. She likes to earn what she wants. From peoples outside view she seems snobby, cold, and thinks down of everyone else but she’s the exact opposite she just doesn’t show it to the people in the same club as her. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Eye Color // Hazel ❖ Hair Color // Dark brown ❖ Height // Five feet three inches ❖ Weight // One hundred and thirty pounds ❖ Markings // Going down her side are cherry blossoms and notes -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // Margret grew up with money. She could always have whatever she wanted though her mom hadn’t grown up with it. Her mother didn’t want Margret to become like some of the rich children that she seen around her so she tried to explain the value of money to her slowly. For example she would keep a piggy bank to keep all her money that she would get for doing something good. Then when she found something that she wanted she could go and buy it with the money she saved. Happy with that Margret named her piggy bank Chunky.
When Margret started elementary that was when she meets her to friends. They were different but they enjoyed each other’s company. Though unlike her two friends she was less pretty. Even with the help of them pick her clothes she didn’t stand out in the right way. Bored of the pretty dresses she began to dress more boyish. Eventually she began to get bullied and that’s when her fears popped up from a little joke that other kids thought would be fun. She had been looked in dark room while a thunder storm was going on. No one could find her and assumed she was kidnapped though a friend had found her eventually. She hates talking about it and usually ignores who ever mentions it. ❖ Fears // The dark and thunder stroms ❖ Crush // Hahaha what? ❖ Theme Song // Feeling good ❖ Miscellaneous // Is a huge bookworm that will read almost anything. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Deathangelle ⊱ --------
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 11:52 am
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  ❝ Drug Dealer ❞ If I had a heart I wouldn't wear it on my ******** sleeve! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Damien Diedrech Dearborne ❖ Nicknames // Damien or D Roque (Dee-rock) to the clients ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Nationality // Caucasian ❖ Age // Twenty Two ❖ Personality// I can be a jerk sometimes. Typically I am pretty laid back. I am always nice to my customers and clients, but to everyone else, I just tend to ignore them. I don't mind making friends, or casual socialization. I am a party animal. I love to drink and smoke, and maybe a few other choice things. I love women! Without women the world would be a pretty ugly place. I can be charming and sweet when I want to be. Hell, I wasn't even a partial douchebag until a few years ago. After certain events I just turned into what I am. I don't trust people and I probably never will. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Eye Color // Depends on the contacts I put in. No one except me knows for sure. ❖ Hair Color // Black with red accents throughout. ❖ Height // Six Foot Three Inches ❖ Weight // 153lbs. ❖ Markings // I have tattoos everywhere! I have Snake bites, lebret, tunnels, nose ring, and my bridge is pierced. I have scars on my eyebrow, hence why hair won't grow there. Other than that I am pretty much good. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // I grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey, and no I don't talk like Snookie. We moved to Newark and I lived there ever since. My parents were over achievers. They wanted me to get good grades and go to college but I just didn't want to. I wanted to be a tattoo artist but that wasn't well supported by them. They kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday so I got myself an apprenticeship in a tattoo shop. Started out as b***h boy and worked my way up. Now I own my own shop, and I run it well. It's in the same neighborhood that my future fiancé is moving to. They bought us a house here. See the thing is, her mommy and daddy racked up quite a bill with me and a few other suppliers. They turned over the girl and everything she owns. Yeah I've been a dealer since nineteen, and I thrive at that as well. Typically I turn those who can't pay me, over to a higher power but since I get everything she owns plus her, I suppose I could make an exception. I just moved into our new house. Better than my apartment. Let's see how this s**t goes. ❖ Fears // Commitment and Loneliness. Kind of contradictory I know. I don't like getting close to people, but at the same time I just hate being by myself. My mind tends to wander then regret sets in. I hate it. That's why I always have someone around me. ❖ Crush // I like all types of women...hard to choose! Haha. ❖ Theme Song // ******** by Motionless In White ❖ Miscellaneous // I have a large, black nose, razor back, pitbull named Jake. He is mean to strangers but he has never bitten anyone. Not yet anyway. He is like a teddy bear around me, but just try breaking into my apartment or house just once. I promise you'll never do it again! -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Lynzi_Infamous ⊱ --------
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 1:14 pm
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  ❝ Poor Man❞ Iknow I'm nothing but skin and bones but Isure think you're beautiful! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Derek Thomas Xanders ❖ Nicknames // Derek ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Nationality // Caucasian ❖ Age // Twenty Two ❖ Personality// I am a hopeless romantic at heart. I do nice things for others, and help out those who need it. I never expect anything in return, it just makes me feel good about myself to know that I made someone else's life a little easier. I love to laugh and make memories. Life is short and I think everyone should make the most of it while they can. I believe in love, and the fact that two people can love each other forever. I was hoping for that in my own life, but I guess it just isn't in the cards for me. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Eye Color // Hazel ❖ Hair Color // Dark Blonde ❖ Height // Six Foot even. ❖ Weight // 220 lbs. Nearly all muscle. ❖ Markings // I have no tattoos, no piercings, and only one scar that I know of. It's on my chest next right next to my heart. It's decently sized, probably the size of a silver dollar. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // I grew up near San Diego with my little brother in a smaller unheard of country town. We lived with our parents and our grandfather who could no longer live alone due to medical reasons. Life was awesome for us. Grandpa owned a small general store that he let us work in to earn money growing up. We helped him with his farmland, and overall we were happy. That is until Grandpa went bankrupt and they took everything he had. Due to stress he had a heart attack and died that summer. My brother and I headed to the city after that, doing a lot of street dancing to make ends meet and help out our family. Mom and dad supported us one hundred percent. We got good fast, and had ourselves our own apartment in no time. During a battle, the losers didn't take to losing on their own turf too well and shot at my little brother. Off of instinct I jumped in front of it and it hit me in the chest, after I hit the ground they shot him in the head. He died in the hospital later that evening before I came out of surgery. They did a lot of tissue damage and damage to my left lung. I keep up on dancing but I don't battle anymore .I now teach a class in a studio to smaller kids, and take them to competitions. It pays well, has decent hours, holidays off, and I love what I do. They look up to me and it reminds me of the way my brother looked up to me. I wanted to enlist in the marines but due to the tissue damage and the breathing/respitory problems done, I am ineligible, and can't due to a physical disability. I use an inhaler and I occasionally hyperventilate. I visit home as often as I can, and it's always nice to go and see family. I just got reeled into this arranged marriage thing and apparently due to the fact that I live paycheck to paycheck, they are offing her to me to teach her a lesson. Apparently she doesn't understand the value of a dollar and can be something of a monster to those below her class. Anything to help someone live a better life is worth doing. I haven't told my family about this yet... ❖ Fears // Guns and Hospitals. Obviously. ❖ Crush // No one in particular. ❖ Theme Song // Titanium ❖ Miscellaneous // I have a fish tank and a cat. The cat is a big fat Himalayan named Gus. He cuddles, and eats. That about sums him up. Lazy thing. As for the tank, it's all saltwater fish so needless to say it's pretty colorful. I set it up in the new house and got Gus settled in too. Hope the new fiancé likes him. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Lynzi_Infamous ⊱ --------
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 12:04 pm
-------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  ❝ Snobbish Lady/Use To The Best❞ “It is better to be hated for what you are Than to be loved for what you are not.”! whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Alice Valentine Moore ❖ Nicknames // Ali (For my closest friends and family only) ❖ Gender // Female ❖ Nationality // British ❖ Age // Eighteen ❖ Personality// I'm the stubborn girl that gets what she wants. If it is not my way, then it is not the right way. I'm right, most of the time, and when I'm wrong, I do congratulate those persons for proving me wrong. I'm used to the best, and on my worst days, they are way better than most people good days. I stick up for what I think is right, and if a friend is in trouble, I do come to aid. It is hard for me to make friends, not because of people not wanting to become friends, it's too many people wanting to become friends with me. I'm just too picky. Although two girls have caught my eyes, and I have kept them in my heart ever since.
I'm a reliable friend. Secret keeper, good listening, and when there is a problem, I come up with the solution. Really, I see myself as perfect. The only downfall to this is my growing temper over the years. I seem to have one, and it is a storm. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Eye Color // Blue/Grey ❖ Hair Color // Blonde ❖ Height // Five foot and Three Inches ❖ Weight // One hundred and fifteen pounds ❖ Markings // There is the phrase 'Hakuna Matata' scrawled out on my ribcage. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // Let me start from the beginning. I live in London, in a large house that stacks as high as the clouds. Well, not the clouds, but it is high, large and white. There is a stables out back, pool, garden, etc. It is a paradise really, but a girl gets used to it.
My mother has been long gone from my life, she passed away when I was around eight years old. A year after my mothers death, I remember the faces of all the women coming in and out of the house, wearing the same clothes from the night before, when they stumbled in with my father. Although there were so many of them, they are all just a blur now.
I never knew what my father did, though I do now, and I know it is illegal.
I was just too busy to worry about those kinds of things. When I was young, my father wanted to keep me busy. So he hired piano instructors, signed me up for dance classes, art classes, horse back riding lessons, anything to keep me out of the house.
So, for years I excelled at all of these. Although, there were some bitter parts. At every recital, or showing, father wouldn't show up himself, he would just send a nanny or maid, so I wouldn't be alone. I became quite bitter as a young child, and I didn't trust much people. The women didn't tend to talk to me, and neither did my father, so I didn't bother with it.
Then in my later years, I was enrolled in a private school, I had to wear those terrible uniforms and everything. I even excelled there. People loved me, and that just brought my ego up higher. Student council president, honors society, class president, any extra curricular activity I could get my hands on, I took. I was in every honors course, and graduated top of the class. I suppose even that wasn't enough to impress my dear old daddy.
After high school, things started to die down a bit. I didn't have near enough things to keep me busy. So I stayed at home, that lasted all of about two days. That's when the woman showed up at my door, offering a model job. Another sign that my father wanted me out of the house. So I took it.
I modeled, but never took off my clothes or anything. I was still a virgin, I thought maybe I would at least keep that part of me innocent. The guys back at school didn't mind though, they just thought I was playing hard to get.
I actually loved my job. I loved meeting the people in upper class, like me. I loved that I was kept busy, then my idiotic father slipped up.
Apparently, he had some deals with his big company behind closed doors. A big no no, and some large crime boss found out about it. So, the black mailing started, and it kept going and going until something was offered that would cover all my father's tracks.
I didn't find out until I was shipped to America. The big house I'm staying at now, that's when my father's agent told me the news. He's lucky that the vase hit the wall instead of his head. My own money was taken from my account and given to this worthless piece of...
So I wouldn't leave. I had enough to buy a plane ticket and fly back to London, but now I'm penniless, and my...finance...has all my cash...total control over me.
I haven't even met the b*****d yet.
Well, I suppose I shouldn't worry. With my skill, he won't be my finance for long. ❖ Fears // I can't stand the sigh to of blood, and I'm terrified of insects (especially spiders). ❖ Crush // Puhlease ❖ Theme Song // Vanessa Carlton - "White Houses" ❖ Miscellaneous // I love the fine arts. I love to do ballet, sing, play piano, anything that lets my mind get completely shut off from the world.
I have major trust issues. I don't tend to get close to people, plus I hate womanizers.
The last thing is the explanation of my tattoo. Well, the only memory of my mother is when I was a toddler, I was three. During the night, when my father was in his office, my mother would pick me up, cradle me in her arms and carry me to the living room. We would stay up late in the night, watching the Lion King. We did this every night, it is my absolute favorite movie. I don't like talking about my mother, so I usually don't mention the subject, and when someone asks me of my tattoo, I simply replied, It's my favorite movie of course. -------- ⊰ ✧ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ SmilesWithHim ⊱ --------
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