I smiled at her, I perked up trying to shake off any fatigue, which I did as a matter of fact. I knew she didn't want to talk much, but we'll talk later. I hope we do.
Name: Chris Frowlyr
Age: 17
Personality: Contently, lazy with minimal aspirations
Appearance: 5'12", sun tanned Caucasian. Brown haired, green eyed. Broad build and wild haired
Other looks: Ratted mud caked or torn blue jeans and oil-stained t-shirts.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Gender: Male
Bio: Born and raised a local boy Chris was born to a working-class family. Hid father a successful electrician and his mother a proud working mother he enjoys a comfortable middle-class life-style alongside one of a dozen lakes outside of town. This environment nurtured an outdoorsy life-style, wrought by years of swimming and boating by the lake and casual fishing in the quiet un-developed marshy corners. The outdoors also expanded to mudding and ATVs with his friends, and in the late autumn months hunting with his uncle up north. On the onset of winter, his time his spent practicing the art of snow-mobiling, with his preferred riding grounds to the far north on his grand parent's property.
Considerably unhindered by the trappings of electrical affairs the lively and active life-style soothed him into a life-style of contentment with little aspiration. He would much rather be on the lake on his family's pontoon listening to the likes of the Zac Brown Band or Little Big Town over the radio. If anything, his worries are less about how he will support himself, seeing as how he believes he could easily apprentice to his father. The most of his worries are managing his abundant free-time, with aspirations to go the storied beaches of Mexico sung about in the songs.
Chris's laziness though hasn't sat well with his parents who want to see their second-born go on to bigger and better things, or at least spend less time doing nothing. Seeking reparations for his lack of activity during the middle-school years and to attempt to temper him they put their son on a harder schedule of summer classes. Though initially disruptive to his routine, he adjusted and has fit extra time on the lake on his boat. The lightened load, brought on by the summer curriculum has only given him a handful of classes not offered in the summer to attend to.
Name: Akito Age: 16 Personality: Akito is very drawn out, usually listening to music during class instead of listening to the teacher. He keeps to himself for the most part, though he will sometimes pick on other kids. He is very blunt and can often come by as harsh, and because of this he tends to get into a lot of trouble. Appearance:
Other looks: Light brown hair and eyes, Caucasian, usually seen with a gray colored sweatshirt and jeans with ear buds in his ears. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A Gender: Male Bio: Akito is the youngest of 5 siblings, all boys, and as such had to learn early on how to deal with his older brothers. Although his parents are very rich, they are almost always away working so that they stay rich. He would spent almost all of his time in his room, doing whatever he could to pass the time. Sometimes his brothers would pick on him, but for the most part he kept to himself.
Shortly before high school his dad lost his job, and his mother’s been working terribly overtime to cope. Although his father has been desperately trying to find a new job that pays well, he has not been very successful. Because of this Akito has been unusually stressed, often taking out his anger on other kids in school…
((Yup. I'm getting back into roleplaying. Kill me now XP))
Name: Alice Akare Lincia Age:16 Personality: Barrely Talks To Anyone,Try's To Avoid Anyone,Always Shy Appearance: (>.< Sorry if picture to big)
Other looks:N/A Boyfriend/Girlfriend: no Gender:Female Bio: (optional) As She Was Little,She Always didn't speak because of her parent's death.She was always bullied in School at the age of 10.She Was attempted to suicide,but she was to scared to even kill her self she realized that she still had a life ahead of her and hoping she won't get builled in her school year's (Her Most Problem Was Bullying )sorry if picture did not show D:Just look at my profile picture
The morning light shone through the kitchen window, bathing the cold linoleum of the floor and scratched false-stone of the counter-top in a warm orange light. A stillness enveloped the dwelling. Standing at the window, a disheveled and tired Chris Frowlyr looked out over the glistening, glittering lake. The early autumn sun was a therapy to his face. Even after a brief shower, the darkened bags that hung under his eyes had not exactly receded. Or at least they felt like they hadn't. He may have been standing, but his head was still several rooms over and an hour behind, sleeping.
A pot of coffee sat on the counter warming the boy's morning brew. A dark hard mix that tasted as much like dirt as it smelled. The bowl of cereal on the counter would help drown that out, provided it hadn't gone stale. Or he even had milk to drown it in.
Giving an unenthusiastic "harumph" the Frowlyr boy looked down at the blue bowl packed high in brightly colored, sugar packed cereal. He blinked once. Groaned again, and turned to the fridge. Popping it up he peered inside.
Good, there was at least a quarter of an eight of milk left in the fridge.
"Dear," a feminine voice called out by the door, calling the attention of Christopher as he looked up over the fridge. "I'll be late home from work today," his mother continued as she leaned around the corner peering into the kitchen. She was an overweight woman, an issue not made any better having birthed two children and spending most of her working day seated. The curls in her graying hair suggested she was trying to look pretty and hide her unattractive physique, "I'll be at the dentists after work, and I'll be poping through the grocery store to pick up some groceries. You need anything?"
Chris regarded his mother with a vacant indifferent stare. "Milk." he forced out in a dry, tired voice.
"Alright then." his mother smiled, "Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Well, ta-ta then." she said, waggling her fingers, "And don't be late for your first class. I don't want to get any phone calls from any of your teachers again. Or I'm hiding the keys to the pontoon."
"Mmhmm." Chris mumbled, closing the fridge door before leaning up against the freezer door. It comfortable, if hard, cold, and presenting a likelihood of sliding down its face to hit the floor. But it was comfortable.
"Well, toddles then!" Ms. Frowlyr yelled as the back door closed with a rattling slam. The sound was heavenly to Chris's tired ears and he closed his eyes and muttered a prayer of thanks for the moments peace.
The seconds slipped by at a slow lazy click as the senior leaned against the fridge. The silent still crawl unhindered. At least: not until the boiling of the coffee hit a furious gurgle. That pulled him back from his standing nap.
Moving through molasses Chris grabbed the pot from the coffee maker and dumped the contents into an oversized mug that was something more a flagon for beer than it was a cup for coffee. Continuing at the same lethargic tick he moved to the other-side of the counter he sat down and dug into his breakfast.
The breakfast was down and gone as soon as the first fistful of unpleasant dry cereal had passed through Chris's mouth. Drowning the rest of it with the hot coffee the morning took on a more awake clarity. Sighing annoyed he ran his fingers through his matted hair. Pushing off from the kitchen counter he tossed the containers of this morning's demise into the sink with as little ceremony as could be afforded and walked with a slow lazy pace for the radio in the living room next door.
Mashing the "on" button the relic of the nineties sprang to life with a volume as clear as speech.
"Good morning!" the electronic device boomed, "And welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Michigan's Big Show. This is your host, Michael Patrick Shiels." it continued in a man's voice. And in truth, it continued on and rolled over pertinent issues to people who cared more. But Chris did not care. He just needed the background noise as he turned stretching towards the wide windows facing out over the lake just out front.
Its water glistened and gleamed in the autumn light. It wasn't late enough to turn the leaves to their fiery yellows and oranges and green still stood strong all out around the lake, hiding each and every house that packed themselves together on its edge. Out front, down a brick path to a simple wooden dock sat in rest a fair-sized pontoon. An American flag softly flowing in the gusty breeze that blew off the water.
Chris looked at the water craft in longing. But even he knew it would need to wait. Perhaps he'd start that rod holding assembly in his shop class: the first class for the day.
As the alarm clock rang i woke up and took a quick bath put on my black jacket and normal clothes on grabbing my bag grabbing bacon from the kitchen and saying
"see ya mom"
"Have a good day honey"
"don't worry mom I will"
I walk out side seeing dad with tarp covering something
I asked
"Dad whats this"
He said to me with a smile on face
"Its your very late birthday present"
He takes the tarp off and unravels a motorcycle.I thanked him with everything i could thank him for he gave me the keys then i drove off to school listening to Rise Against
((this is what the motorcycle looks like))
Abby wakes up and gets out of bed. She immediately gets dressed. She heads downstairs and into the kitchen. Abby pours herself a cup of milk and drinks it. She grabs her lunch and puts it in her bag then grabs her keys. Abby opens the door and heads over to her truck. She gets in and takes off for school.
she awoke still tired from the lack of sleep she have been getting lately. she smelsl her arm, for some reason smelling like meat.
"Uh... Okay?"
she heads downstairs and sees her mother, "Honey,why are you 100% naked." she gasps at the words as she looks down to see she had not been false, she was completely naked,
"Oh jeez! Sorry mom!"
She looked away and replied with "Its fine go take a shower."
she showered up sure to get the smell of meat off of her skin, she put extra girly smelling lotion on.
As she laces up her shoes a small bag of marijuana falls from her jacket pocket.
"Uh oh, can't let anybody see that..."
She puts it back in and leaves the bathroom, sure to put her headphones on and her music laying mayday parade, Blink 182, Greenday, And more iconic teen punk bands. She walks out the door and begins her short walk to school.
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
An annoying high pitched buzz woke Akito from hos not-so-pleasant slumber. He smashed the source of the noise with such force it was a miracle it didn't break. He stretched momentarily before almost immediately plopping back down onto his pillow. The last thing he wanted to do was get up and go to school. But, alas, he had little choice.
Finally sitting up Akito threw off the warm covers. The sudden brush of cool morning air soon made him wish he hadn't. Ignoring the welcoming beckons from his bed Akito shuffled to his bathroom, lazily brushing his teeth as he watched his solemn expression through the mirror. He then changed out of his pajamas, giving his hair a quick brush before heading off down the three flights of stairs. As expected, his backpack was ready on the counter top with a note from his parents. His older brother, Max, glanced away from his cereal and up at Akito, watching him as Akito grabbed his backpack and began heading out the door.
"Hey, Akito, aren't you going to have breakfast?" Max called after him.
Akito shook his head. "No." he said solemnly.
"Tell you what, why doing I drive you to school today?" Max offered in between his final bites of cereal.
Akito opened his mouth to protest, but soon closed it. It wasn't often Max offered to drive him to school. "Alright," Akito agreed. Max grab his car keys and the pair walked out to the expensive car, Akito riding shotgun silently beside his brother as they drove.
Jaya continued walking enjoying her music. She went to the normal place she usually smoked at, she sat there pulled her bag of marijuana out, pulled out her pipe.
"Hmm... I really shouldn't do this. But the first day of school is always so sketchy..."
She readies the pipe and lights up, smokingaway listening to her music she saw a very expensive looking car pass.
"Well, that would be a nice car to have."
She exhales the smoke and lets her high cme up, before continuing her... Somewhat enjoyable walk to school.
She puts on quite a bit of perfume to cover the smell of marijuana, And chews a stick of "5 cobalt flavored gum"
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
The car came to a fleeting stop in front of the school, kicking up a small amount of dust as it did so. Akita mentally rolled his eyes at his brothers show as he exited the car, mumbling a thanks on his way out. The sleek car wasted no time driving off after Akito exited, speeding off away from the school. Resituating his backpack Akito walked through the looming school doors, wishing he was back at home.
She reaches the school and hopes nobody will notice her seemingly calm demeanor. She puts some eyedrops in for extra assurance.
She stands in front ofthe doors not knowing what to think, who to be friends with, what to do.
"Fishsticks..."
She opens them and walks in gulping at the sight ofmany students scrambleing about
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
((Okay))
Age: 17
Personality: Contently, lazy with minimal aspirations
Appearance: 5'12", sun tanned Caucasian. Brown haired, green eyed. Broad build and wild haired
Other looks: Ratted mud caked or torn blue jeans and oil-stained t-shirts.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Gender: Male
Bio: Born and raised a local boy Chris was born to a working-class family. Hid father a successful electrician and his mother a proud working mother he enjoys a comfortable middle-class life-style alongside one of a dozen lakes outside of town. This environment nurtured an outdoorsy life-style, wrought by years of swimming and boating by the lake and casual fishing in the quiet un-developed marshy corners. The outdoors also expanded to mudding and ATVs with his friends, and in the late autumn months hunting with his uncle up north. On the onset of winter, his time his spent practicing the art of snow-mobiling, with his preferred riding grounds to the far north on his grand parent's property.
Considerably unhindered by the trappings of electrical affairs the lively and active life-style soothed him into a life-style of contentment with little aspiration. He would much rather be on the lake on his family's pontoon listening to the likes of the Zac Brown Band or Little Big Town over the radio. If anything, his worries are less about how he will support himself, seeing as how he believes he could easily apprentice to his father. The most of his worries are managing his abundant free-time, with aspirations to go the storied beaches of Mexico sung about in the songs.
Chris's laziness though hasn't sat well with his parents who want to see their second-born go on to bigger and better things, or at least spend less time doing nothing. Seeking reparations for his lack of activity during the middle-school years and to attempt to temper him they put their son on a harder schedule of summer classes. Though initially disruptive to his routine, he adjusted and has fit extra time on the lake on his boat. The lightened load, brought on by the summer curriculum has only given him a handful of classes not offered in the summer to attend to.
My DeviantArt, so sexy
Age: 16
Personality: Shy, quiet, lazy.
Appearance:
Other looks: Bright grey eyes, naturally curly hair, and 5'4.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Not at the moment.
Gender: Female
Bio: -
Age: 16
Personality: Akito is very drawn out, usually listening to music during class instead of listening to the teacher. He keeps to himself for the most part, though he will sometimes pick on other kids. He is very blunt and can often come by as harsh, and because of this he tends to get into a lot of trouble.
Appearance:
Other looks: Light brown hair and eyes, Caucasian, usually seen with a gray colored sweatshirt and jeans with ear buds in his ears.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Gender: Male
Bio: Akito is the youngest of 5 siblings, all boys, and as such had to learn early on how to deal with his older brothers. Although his parents are very rich, they are almost always away working so that they stay rich. He would spent almost all of his time in his room, doing whatever he could to pass the time. Sometimes his brothers would pick on him, but for the most part he kept to himself.
Shortly before high school his dad lost his job, and his mother’s been working terribly overtime to cope. Although his father has been desperately trying to find a new job that pays well, he has not been very successful. Because of this Akito has been unusually stressed, often taking out his anger on other kids in school…
((Yup. I'm getting back into roleplaying. Kill me now XP))
Age:16
Personality: Barrely Talks To Anyone,Try's To Avoid Anyone,Always Shy
Appearance: (>.< Sorry if picture to big)
Other looks:N/A
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: no
Gender:Female
Bio: (optional) As She Was Little,She Always didn't speak because of her parent's death.She was always bullied in School at the age of 10.She Was attempted to suicide,but she was to scared to even kill her self she realized that she still had a life ahead of her and hoping she won't get builled in her school year's (Her Most Problem Was Bullying )sorry if picture did not show D:Just look at my profile picture
((really? okay then....but shes in-charge while I'm gone thats gonna stay like that forever))
A pot of coffee sat on the counter warming the boy's morning brew. A dark hard mix that tasted as much like dirt as it smelled. The bowl of cereal on the counter would help drown that out, provided it hadn't gone stale. Or he even had milk to drown it in.
Giving an unenthusiastic "harumph" the Frowlyr boy looked down at the blue bowl packed high in brightly colored, sugar packed cereal. He blinked once. Groaned again, and turned to the fridge. Popping it up he peered inside.
Good, there was at least a quarter of an eight of milk left in the fridge.
"Dear," a feminine voice called out by the door, calling the attention of Christopher as he looked up over the fridge. "I'll be late home from work today," his mother continued as she leaned around the corner peering into the kitchen. She was an overweight woman, an issue not made any better having birthed two children and spending most of her working day seated. The curls in her graying hair suggested she was trying to look pretty and hide her unattractive physique, "I'll be at the dentists after work, and I'll be poping through the grocery store to pick up some groceries. You need anything?"
Chris regarded his mother with a vacant indifferent stare. "Milk." he forced out in a dry, tired voice.
"Alright then." his mother smiled, "Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Well, ta-ta then." she said, waggling her fingers, "And don't be late for your first class. I don't want to get any phone calls from any of your teachers again. Or I'm hiding the keys to the pontoon."
"Mmhmm." Chris mumbled, closing the fridge door before leaning up against the freezer door. It comfortable, if hard, cold, and presenting a likelihood of sliding down its face to hit the floor. But it was comfortable.
"Well, toddles then!" Ms. Frowlyr yelled as the back door closed with a rattling slam. The sound was heavenly to Chris's tired ears and he closed his eyes and muttered a prayer of thanks for the moments peace.
The seconds slipped by at a slow lazy click as the senior leaned against the fridge. The silent still crawl unhindered. At least: not until the boiling of the coffee hit a furious gurgle. That pulled him back from his standing nap.
Moving through molasses Chris grabbed the pot from the coffee maker and dumped the contents into an oversized mug that was something more a flagon for beer than it was a cup for coffee. Continuing at the same lethargic tick he moved to the other-side of the counter he sat down and dug into his breakfast.
The breakfast was down and gone as soon as the first fistful of unpleasant dry cereal had passed through Chris's mouth. Drowning the rest of it with the hot coffee the morning took on a more awake clarity. Sighing annoyed he ran his fingers through his matted hair. Pushing off from the kitchen counter he tossed the containers of this morning's demise into the sink with as little ceremony as could be afforded and walked with a slow lazy pace for the radio in the living room next door.
Mashing the "on" button the relic of the nineties sprang to life with a volume as clear as speech.
"Good morning!" the electronic device boomed, "And welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Michigan's Big Show. This is your host, Michael Patrick Shiels." it continued in a man's voice. And in truth, it continued on and rolled over pertinent issues to people who cared more. But Chris did not care. He just needed the background noise as he turned stretching towards the wide windows facing out over the lake just out front.
Its water glistened and gleamed in the autumn light. It wasn't late enough to turn the leaves to their fiery yellows and oranges and green still stood strong all out around the lake, hiding each and every house that packed themselves together on its edge. Out front, down a brick path to a simple wooden dock sat in rest a fair-sized pontoon. An American flag softly flowing in the gusty breeze that blew off the water.
Chris looked at the water craft in longing. But even he knew it would need to wait. Perhaps he'd start that rod holding assembly in his shop class: the first class for the day.
Maybe.
My DeviantArt, so sexy
"see ya mom"
"Have a good day honey"
"don't worry mom I will"
I walk out side seeing dad with tarp covering something
I asked
"Dad whats this"
He said to me with a smile on face
"Its your very late birthday present"
He takes the tarp off and unravels a motorcycle.I thanked him with everything i could thank him for he gave me the keys then i drove off to school listening to Rise Against
((this is what the motorcycle looks like))
((I have claimed this page))
((2nd oh yeah btw your incharge when i'm gone))
"Uh... Okay?"
she heads downstairs and sees her mother, "Honey,why are you 100% naked." she gasps at the words as she looks down to see she had not been false, she was completely naked,
"Oh jeez! Sorry mom!"
She looked away and replied with "Its fine go take a shower."
she showered up sure to get the smell of meat off of her skin, she put extra girly smelling lotion on.
As she laces up her shoes a small bag of marijuana falls from her jacket pocket.
"Uh oh, can't let anybody see that..."
She puts it back in and leaves the bathroom, sure to put her headphones on and her music laying mayday parade, Blink 182, Greenday, And more iconic teen punk bands. She walks out the door and begins her short walk to school.
Finally sitting up Akito threw off the warm covers. The sudden brush of cool morning air soon made him wish he hadn't. Ignoring the welcoming beckons from his bed Akito shuffled to his bathroom, lazily brushing his teeth as he watched his solemn expression through the mirror. He then changed out of his pajamas, giving his hair a quick brush before heading off down the three flights of stairs. As expected, his backpack was ready on the counter top with a note from his parents. His older brother, Max, glanced away from his cereal and up at Akito, watching him as Akito grabbed his backpack and began heading out the door.
"Hey, Akito, aren't you going to have breakfast?" Max called after him.
Akito shook his head. "No." he said solemnly.
"Tell you what, why doing I drive you to school today?" Max offered in between his final bites of cereal.
Akito opened his mouth to protest, but soon closed it. It wasn't often Max offered to drive him to school. "Alright," Akito agreed. Max grab his car keys and the pair walked out to the expensive car, Akito riding shotgun silently beside his brother as they drove.
"Hmm... I really shouldn't do this. But the first day of school is always so sketchy..."
She readies the pipe and lights up, smokingaway listening to her music she saw a very expensive looking car pass.
"Well, that would be a nice car to have."
She exhales the smoke and lets her high cme up, before continuing her... Somewhat enjoyable walk to school.
She puts on quite a bit of perfume to cover the smell of marijuana, And chews a stick of "5 cobalt flavored gum"
She stands in front ofthe doors not knowing what to think, who to be friends with, what to do.
"Fishsticks..."
She opens them and walks in gulping at the sight ofmany students scrambleing about