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<div align="center">Also, unless said otherwise, you ARE NOT allowed to use my characters, or even alter them to your liking.
Edited at August 7, 2017 03:38 AM by The Infected Ones
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Name: Clenia Arden Amundsen Nickname(s): Nia, Arden Gender: Feminine Age: 20 Species: Human Height: 5'10 Weight: 118 Country of Birth: Yakutsk, Russia Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Looking for a Relationship: No Birthday: March 2 Appearance: Her skin resembles a tan, dusted with light specs of gold, eyes the shade of a winter sky, fading into spring greens. Nia's obsidian, straight hair fell past her shoulders, and brushes against her waist. Her long lashes framed her void eyes, and her pink lips, which rarely curved into a smile. Under her flawless skin was a layer of toned muscles, and her body finishing off with an hour-glass figure. Occupation: Nia is a half-time waitress, and works full-time as a photographer. Attire: Beside her work uniform, the woman is mostly seen in fitting jeans, a dark, loose v-neck, a black leather or bomber jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. Personality: Clenia is a likable person. She radiates kindness and compassion, like waves crawling quickly up the beach side. Though, often she puts a cold, emotionless exterior for the sake of her heart, and the tall walls around.
<div align="center"> E X T E N D E D ↑ D E S C R I P T I O N<div align="center"> <div align="center">" And then suddenly, for no apparent reason, everything started to fall apart, too quickly to fix."
<div align="center">"Sad" sounds so childish, like something flimsy, something one should be able to cast off with a happy reflection or the smile of a friend. But "broken" is nothing of the sort. It sits inside like the germ seed of depression, just waiting for the right conditions to grow, to send out roots to choke the hope out of your heart. It is the trough in which we struggle to return to the peak, always afraid that this time the rungs will be too slippery, too far apart or simply not there at all.
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What, so you want me to write about her? Edited at April 8, 2017 04:50 AM by Kenma |
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Kenma said:
What so you want me to write about her?
A short story, yes. xD |
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I'll see what I can do then... Edited at April 8, 2017 04:50 AM by Kenma |
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Name: Umilio Lamysa Johnson Nickname: Lio Gender: Masculine Age: 23 Species: Human Height: 6'3 Weight: 197 lbs. Country of Birth: Oxford, England Sexuality: Asexual(Might use as Heterosexual.) Relationship Status: Single Looking for a Relationship: No Birthday: September 22 Appearance: His eyes were a deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. He had dark eye brows, which were sloped downwards in a serious expression most of the time. His lips were pale and thin and his nose slender and rounded. His luscious, brown curls which was never slicked back, yet always seemed to stay out of his face. A sharp jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. High and defined cheekbones present. His skin resembled the smooth, honeyed caramel that bakers used to bask their creations with. Occupation: Lio is the founder, and CEO of Johnson Enterprises. His company happens to own hotels and restaurants throughout the world. Meaning, he has no room for love. Attire: The man is mainly seen wearing a pressed business suit. The only colors present were white and black. Personality: As a business man, Lio tends to be secretive and mysterious. He isn't open to people, which means he's certainly not an open book. Umilio is very business-like, and tends to carry seriousness wherever he goes.
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<div align="center">No man who seeks to be mysterious can truly be, there's something about wanting the attention that gives them away. Truly mysterious men have no such desire, their motives remain hidden and hence the allure. The have a stand-offish quality that dares contact without inviting it. They are independent and casual, nonchalant and slow to temper, analyzing situations with ease. They are kind but don't form emotional attachments often, though when they do they can be counted on to be truly heroic.
Edited at April 14, 2017 12:26 AM by The Infected Ones
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