Okayed Profiles
Name: Raine Jackson
Age: 17
Condition/why were you sent?: Tried to comment suicide.
Bio: Suppression of memory's, she chooses not to remember her past.
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Color you will rp in: Blue
Personality/likes and dislikes:She's very kind and quiet, curtain things have the tendency's to annoy her but other then that she's fine.
(Stormy1^)
Name: Amber
Age: 17
Condition/why were you sent?: She is a victim of child abuse but also has anger management problems. A strange mix.
Bio: She is very mysterious about her past and doesn’t like to talk about it so I guess you’ll just have to find out…
Pic/description: She has “flaming†red/orange hair, sharp light green eyes, almost unvisible light orange eyelashes, and a very petite but never the less “to die for†figure. She also has a long scratch on her hip that is usually unvisible unless she wears very short shorts or a very short miniskirt.
Color you will rp in:
Red
Personality/likes and dislikes: She can be very kind and sweet but if you get on her nerves or on her bad side you will get the complete opposite. She is known to be a fighter although she was weak against her parents blows she learned to stand up for herself and her friends well. She is also very good at dising people. At her old school she was very popular because she only let out her anger and temper at home. At school she would sometimes get into fights but only to protect/help her friends. She’s not someone you want to mess with although there are some people that she may open up to. Deep down there is a sweet, kind ,gentle, and extremely intelligent girl but there is also a darkness and fire. It depends which one you unlock.
(Californiaswimmergirl^)
Name: Tashi Pista
Age: 18
Condition/why were you sent?: She hears voices in her head and has been half-mute for the past twelve years.
Bio: You'll find out...
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Color you will rp in:
Indigo
Personality/likes and dislikes: Tashi loves pistaschios and other nuts, hates stuck-up girls and refuses to talk louder than a quiet or hushed tone. She won't speak at all to anyone the voices warn her against. (there are two voices, they argue. one is in bold the other is in italics.)
(Twilight_NEw Moon_Eclipse^)
Name: Cassie
Age: 16
Condition/why were you sent?: Tch, was apparently caught trying to stab my older brother while he was asleep.
Bio: My family consists of hard-working parents and an older brother. There's also an old golden retriever in the house, but no one ever seems to pay it any attention. School was nothing to care about, there was no point, at least I couldn't see any. (The rest I guess you'll just have to find out.)
Pic/description: A picture? Like, a photo-- of me? Yuck, I'd rather not. Let me see.. long straight auburn hair, olive green eyes, a height that I'll admit may be a little shorter than average for my age. Some people say I'm too pale, but I think my skin color is perfectly fine. I also cover my skin up more than show it to the world, but my clothes are fitting.
Color you will rp in: Sea Green
Personality/likes and dislikes: I like what I like when I see it. I tend to not like things that are blinding to my eyes, things to full of basic colors, things with smells so strong it makes my head feel like it'll explode, people with high piercing voices. I always carry somewhere on me a plain clear glass marble with a hint of red coloring. It may be something plain but to me, well, it could still be something plain, or have some deeper meaning that people are always trying to find out.. It's become a somewhat noticeable habit of mine to play around with the marble in my hands, my fingers. I chooses not to talk with anyone, it's more often than not a complete waste of effort in my mind. When forced, I simply blankly stare back; efficient and certainly effortless. I do, however, communicate with people (when I want, when it seems I'm able to), so I take to stashing a small notebook and pencil in my pocket or bag, to carry on the almost laughable act of being mute.
(Lura Crane^)
Name: Zeke Cramer
Age: 17
Condition/why were you sent?: Apparently it's abnormal to prefer to be a bit more risky than usual just to make sure you're alive.
Bio: Trust me on this one, my parents forced me to submit this little shpiel.. As a child he was quite normal though he was beginning develop violent tendencies. When he was eight he beat up a kid that was older than him just to amuse himself. He was sent to counseling after that and convinced the shrink that (foolish shrink... ha! He thought I had problems) he was perfectly fine. Later he was caught doing some dangerous things (oh like gouging out my eye) and therefore was sent to this institute. To be honest though, I pretty much hate my parents.
Pic/description: Out of sheer decency I decided to submit a photo. Sure I tried to pry my eye out with a kitchen knife once but that was nothing.
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a21...rendercopy.png
Color you will rp in: dark red
Personality/likes and dislikes: All right I absolutely hate those annoying girls who strut around thinking they're all that... I prefer music to be honest but my strange fascination (though it seems to be unfounded at times) with the darker side of life tends to take over that role. My parents say that I'm a bit of a smart arse at times but I just get along. I don't care what you think about me and I probably never will care. I had a shrink once tell me all that I'm doing is just a subconscious facade... and yes I am a poet.
(DelilahHeart^)
Name: Hideto Fujiwara
Age: 15, but claims to still be 14
Condition/why were you sent?: Suffers from nightmares; also has a terrible guilt complex and believes himself to be a bringer of death.
Bio: (...there's a lot more to it than this; I've written about a million short stories on this character...this is just what's most relevant.) Hideto was born April 4, 1993 in Okinawa City. Or rather, he was forced to be born that day due to a car accident that took his mother's life.
He grew up in that city, though he traveled quite frequently with his father...and everywhere he went, the moment anyone found out when and how he was born, he was immediately considered "unlucky" - since "four" and "death" are pronounced the same in Japanese, and the story to his birth didn't exactly contradict the superstitions regarding the number. And neither did he, really - he was always very accident-prone (he's probably broken every bone in his body at least once), got sick very easily, and bad things always seemed to happen to those he was close to - it was almost as though his father was the only one immune to the "curse."
He always seemed to be rather musically inclined, but he began to develop a true passion for music at around age 3. When he had just turned 5, he grew insistent on learning to play the guitar. He nearly quit a few months in, as his hands were too small and not coordinated enough for him to get much of anywhere...but shortly after he had secretly decided that he wanted to quit, one of his favorite guitarists died, and so he continued in his honor.
A few months after this incident, a young friend of his died while the two were playing, when she fell from a tree and broke her neck. In his panic, he also fell and fractured his skull, but (obviously) he survived - though he does have a metal plate in his head that always gives him trouble at airports. The accident was truly no one's fault, and Hideto has since grown to recognize this...but this doesn't stop him from feeling bad about it; he tries very hard not to think about it.
Luckily, that was the last time he lost someone so close for the next 9 years or so...however, several accidents involving acquaintances have occurred, as have many accidents that severely injured some of his friends, and often him as well - he has a second metal plate in his upper right leg, and his right shoulder is supported by pins and screws. Yet despite (or perhaps because of) all this, he managed to remain mostly kind and optimistic.
At age 12, he moved to the U.S. with his father, whose job required the relocation. He didn't bother to pay attention to English classes at first, as he thought he would only be there for a few weeks and someone would probably understand him if he just knew the basics...but needless to say, when he arrived (and ended up staying much longer than expected!), he immediately got very, very confused. He immediately began studying harder the moment he realized that he would need to. He now speaks just fine, but still sometimes has difficulty with reading and spelling.
Recently, on the date of his true birthday, one of the first friends he made upon moving to the U.S. was killed in a seemingly random shooting. This was apparently the final straw, as ever since then, his once rare depression/panic episodes have gotten a good bit more frequent.Pic/description: [url=http://fullmetal-phantom.deviantart.com/art/Hideto-74776733][x]
+ Picture I commissioned of him:
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Color you will rp in: Black, because I fail at remembering to use any other colors. :sweat:
Personality/likes and dislikes: Before the shooting, Hideto was usually calm and rather peaceful in public or around those he didn't know well, and rather crazy when he was alone or only with friends. This side of him also showed whenever he was threatened. He had many reasons for acting this way - one was as a form of self defense; he felt that by showing his happy side when someone was threatening him could get them to see that he wasn't a threat. Another was the fact that due to his past, he was well aware that his lifespan would have an end; he wanted to have fun while he could, and eventually be remembered as a fun person, rather than just...someone who died. Another was just that...well, it was fun.
Since then, he's mostly been the same...except around bedtime, a few hours after waking up, or sometimes if something reminds him of any of
any of his past losses; either friends, family, or favorite celebrities - even hot pink hair will send him into hysterics, and occasionally the sight of a butterfly will do the same. He also always panics upon seeing people in trees or hearing stories of car accidents...but probably the hardest things for him to see are hair dyed black and red, prosthetic limbs, or mismatched eyes - the friend he lost in the shooting had all of these. Also, while his usual friendly personality still does tend to show through, when he has one of these episodes, he does tend to become withdrawn, fearing that bad things will happen to everyone he sees as a friend.
Also, he is very bad with money - the moment he gets his hands on enough to buy ANYTHING he wants, he buys it - failing to think of whether or not he may need it for something else later on.
He loves playing the guitar; it used to be all he needed to calm down should an unpleasant thought creep into his mind. He also enjoys listening to music and writing songs - he doubts he'll ever get anywhere with it (and isn't sure whether or not he even wants to), but he does find it enjoyable. He is such a huge fan of Miyavi that people have been known to question whether or not he actually has a crush on him (for the record, he doesn't). He also loves sports...but strictly playing; he finds watching to be quite boring. He especially loves soccer, tennis, and basketball (though he's far from the best at any of them), but he despises American football (he always ends up getting hurt due to his small build).
He hates plane trips, and really only goes along with them because he has to - between his hidden metal and motion sickness, not many people can blame him for this intense dislike of flying. He also hates rude people, largely because he never really knows how to deal with them - it rarely works for him to be polite, but he always feels bad about returning the rudeness unless someone's REALLY done something to deserve it. He also despises cockroaches - absolutely can't stand them. He can't even stand to step on one WITH shoes on - the last time he did, he ended up throwing the shoes away just because he was so disturbed by the thought of there possibly still being something on the bottom of it.
(Fullmetal Phantom^)
Name: Spencer
Age: 17
Condition/why were you sent?: Pyromania
Bio: Oh you know...burning sh-- stuff. For real though, I've had a normal life you know living in a loft with two parents and a brother. Yeah, no white picket fence there, but I suppose we've had a normal life. That might be why you'd be wondering where my "affection for fire" came from. Burning is an art, just like painting, metal works, and that thing you call sculptures. I started burning around the age of 10 I suppose. I got sent to a shrink when I was "found out" a year later. Pfft, a lot of good that did. If it helps his hair grew back. In honesty, I don't hate my family, I just hate that they hate what I do.
Pic/description: Only because I love [incinerating] you[no burn mark by the way]
[Spencer]
Color you will rp in:
dark blue
Personality/likes and dislikes: I swear there a lot people in life that I would like to burn at the stake *cough*witches*cough*, but usually I can hold in that urge with more small scale burning. I really don't like those people that step on others and think that they're the king of the world, makes me want to knock them down a peg. There are those I have a soft spot for, but not that many. I choose to talk, but only when I feel like it. I always try to sneak lighter fluid or an actual lighter here and there, but I swear it's getting harder. I'll make friends, but only if you want to be too. A lot of people say I used to be a tad of a wise ass, but no matter to me. Remember that shrink from earlier? He said that "I was doing it for attention". How laughable. It's better if they didn't find out, otherwise I'd be in jail. Well then again, there are places worse than jail.
(Cows Go Moo^)
Personality/likes and dislikes: As for likes. Freed loves marshmallows and cream soda. Along with other light or fruity flavored sweets and sours. Fruit is his favorite type of food, especially when coated in sugar. He prefers warm climates and humidity. Speaking Spanish is something he does often. His fashion choice is...
Interesting. To say it nicely.
For dislikes. Freed
hates lighthouses, and heights. Though his hates his father is more, he'd rather make him immortal then ever step foot in a lighthouse. He cannot stand hair if it isn't on the head. Face, legs, arms, back. He hates it all. Which would explain why he waxes so much of his body. He doesn't like the whole "oh just taste it! You'll love it!" thing. If he doesn't like a food, he will not eat it, and if you try to force him, he will still refuse, and most likely end up hating you.
As for personality. Some have thought he has two, but that is not the case. Freed simply has layers, like an onion, to quote a certain ogre. His first layer is a bitchy, spoiled little man whore. When you are at this layer, he will either try to get you in bed, or treat you like dirt. If you manage to get past that layer, you can expect him to be surprisingly sweet, fun, and very happy. At the layer you will also not that he is a jealous-prone, possessive freak, and he will still be trying to get you in bed. If you are one of the nonexistent people that have gotten to the last layer, you would be amazed at how much he hides. Every note of sadness is bottled up until it is released in a cacophony of blood, then sealed back up, and shoved even father away to repeat the process. There is no way to tell when he will explode, he can seem as cheery as any other day, then come home and slice inch long slits in his wrist. He almost always wears arm warmers or elbow-length gloves to cover up his scars.
(Waterbear^)
