Appearance:
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They call me:
Paris Airhart
I go by:
Paris
Airhart
Mime
Otaku
I am:
16
I'm born a:
Female
Beauty at it's best:
5'6 ~ 118 lbs
My eyes reflect:
Blue
My hair shines:
Light - Dirty Blond
I manage as:
Student
Artist
My Story:
I was born on a sunny afternoon, my mother and father were really excited when I did, my mother always wanted a daughter and couldn't wait after she saw the ultra-scan.. My father got a bit emotional when he was holding me.. When I opened my eyes for the first time.. the sun was still bright up in the sky.. my mother loved how blue my eyes were and my father loved them too..
When I was about 2 and my parents remembered all the giggles and crying and the sneezing and coughing but they were waiting for my first words, Mother was encouraging me to say Mommy but Father was encouraging me to say Daddy, after a long while, I opened my mouth but no word came out.. my parents were worried the moment it happened.. they took me to a doctor and ask them what happened.. and after a long 2 hours.. I feel asleep but my parents were too worried to sleep.. the doctor came out and told them their final conclusion.. I was mute..
They told them that something went wrong while I was in my mother and somehow my vocal cords didn't fully developed before I was born.. and I was born mute.. my mother began to cry.. and my father barely did as he tried to calm her down.. I was too little to understand but yeah.. I can't speak at all..
The doctors told her that they'll try their best to help me speak.. everyday ever since, I had to go there and they would test on me and try to see my undeveloped vocal cords without hurting me.. but it did hurt.. I would say so.. but I couldn't.. after so, they gave me a white note pad and told me to write what I want to say..
Years go by and I go through Elementary school.. full of bullies.. I was always made fun of for not able to speak.. I might not be able to speak but I can still cry.. I had no friend.. I felt all alone..
But ever since I could remember I always dreamed in talking.. I remember that day.. the doctors said one day when I'm old enough, they might give me a surgery giving me my own voice but it's my choice too.. some people say don't do it because it's what makes me special..
I also took a liking drawing.. I love to draw.. it's another way to express my feelings.. people say my drawings are good.. I also dreamed in being a graphic designer and a artist and maybe even a game designer.. well the art part of course..
I recently moved to the small town called Ash Creek.. rumor was that there were two life long rivalry mob group.. sound interesting and dangerous.. I joined the Black Fox but I'm the lowest rank.. I don't mind that since I'm not that strong..
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I'm close to:
Mimi.. she's deaf, I'm mute but we're good friends and words are not needed, hehe~
I'm the:
Little Tommy
I prefer:
Boys with open heart
(Heterosexual)
My heart belongs to:
*Shakes head*
My heart race around:
*Shakes head again sticking out tongue*
Favorites:
❂ Music
❂ Drawing
❂ Reading
❂ Nice people
❂ Manga/ Anime
❂ Cute clothing
❂ Tea
❂ Cupcakes
Peeves:
❂ Loud sounds
❂ Not able to speak freely (Literal/ Metaphorically)
❂ Crowded space
❂ Mean people
❂ Being picked on being mute
❂ People ignoring her note pad (her "voice")
❂ Giving up on a dream
❂ Failure
They say I'm:
Presistent
Creative
Unique
Nice
Big Dreamer
Curious
Sweet
I talk like:
*sighs softly shaking head*
The song that defines me:
Roar - Katty Perry
I owe it to:
SlavicBunny
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They call me:
Paris Airhart
I go by:
Paris
Airhart
Mime
Otaku
I am:
16
I'm born a:
Female
Beauty at it's best:
5'6 ~ 118 lbs
My eyes reflect:
Blue
My hair shines:
Light - Dirty Blond
I manage as:
Student
Artist
My Story:
I was born on a sunny afternoon, my mother and father were really excited when I did, my mother always wanted a daughter and couldn't wait after she saw the ultra-scan.. My father got a bit emotional when he was holding me.. When I opened my eyes for the first time.. the sun was still bright up in the sky.. my mother loved how blue my eyes were and my father loved them too..
When I was about 2 and my parents remembered all the giggles and crying and the sneezing and coughing but they were waiting for my first words, Mother was encouraging me to say Mommy but Father was encouraging me to say Daddy, after a long while, I opened my mouth but no word came out.. my parents were worried the moment it happened.. they took me to a doctor and ask them what happened.. and after a long 2 hours.. I feel asleep but my parents were too worried to sleep.. the doctor came out and told them their final conclusion.. I was mute..
They told them that something went wrong while I was in my mother and somehow my vocal cords didn't fully developed before I was born.. and I was born mute.. my mother began to cry.. and my father barely did as he tried to calm her down.. I was too little to understand but yeah.. I can't speak at all..
The doctors told her that they'll try their best to help me speak.. everyday ever since, I had to go there and they would test on me and try to see my undeveloped vocal cords without hurting me.. but it did hurt.. I would say so.. but I couldn't.. after so, they gave me a white note pad and told me to write what I want to say..
Years go by and I go through Elementary school.. full of bullies.. I was always made fun of for not able to speak.. I might not be able to speak but I can still cry.. I had no friend.. I felt all alone..
But ever since I could remember I always dreamed in talking.. I remember that day.. the doctors said one day when I'm old enough, they might give me a surgery giving me my own voice but it's my choice too.. some people say don't do it because it's what makes me special..
I also took a liking drawing.. I love to draw.. it's another way to express my feelings.. people say my drawings are good.. I also dreamed in being a graphic designer and a artist and maybe even a game designer.. well the art part of course..
I recently moved to the small town called Ash Creek.. rumor was that there were two life long rivalry mob group.. sound interesting and dangerous.. I joined the Black Fox but I'm the lowest rank.. I don't mind that since I'm not that strong..
──────────────────── P e r s o n a l ────────────────────
I'm close to:
Mimi.. she's deaf, I'm mute but we're good friends and words are not needed, hehe~
I'm the:
Little Tommy
I prefer:
Boys with open heart
(Heterosexual)
My heart belongs to:
*Shakes head*
My heart race around:
*Shakes head again sticking out tongue*
Favorites:
❂ Music
❂ Drawing
❂ Reading
❂ Nice people
❂ Manga/ Anime
❂ Cute clothing
❂ Tea
❂ Cupcakes
Peeves:
❂ Loud sounds
❂ Not able to speak freely (Literal/ Metaphorically)
❂ Crowded space
❂ Mean people
❂ Being picked on being mute
❂ People ignoring her note pad (her "voice")
❂ Giving up on a dream
❂ Failure
They say I'm:
Presistent
Creative
Unique
Nice
Big Dreamer
Curious
Sweet
I talk like:
*sighs softly shaking head*
The song that defines me:
Roar - Katty Perry
I owe it to:
SlavicBunny
