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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:18 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:26 am
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Name:Raine age:15 role surprised wner bio:Grew up in a different orphange working two jobs, just because she loved it. Likes to draw and listen to music, not to mention sing. Doesn't act socially with other children, unless younger cuties(little kids), or her best friends, maybe even some nice strangers. Likes:Stuffed animals, baking, cooking, drawing, singing, reading, writing, helping, Little kids, etc Hates:Liars, Jocks from her school, The preppies from the school, little brats, bugs, scary things, needles, and other things Anime Image:
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:48 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:50 pm
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(( I see the need for activity. Also, I'm effing bored. |: ))
Name: Jerome Balucio age: 17 role: Orphan bio: Jerome grew up having only his parents and a twin brother, Jeremy. His life was relatively normal, up until the year he had turned nine. One day, late at night on the way home from the twins' band rehearsal, a drunk driver speeding on the wrong side of the road had struck the car they were in from the left. His parents died instantly, but his brother was left severely injured and Jerome was left with a fractured left arm. His brother didn't make it by the end of that week, and Jerome was sent to an orphanage, having no relatives to take him in. However, he had been sent back to different orphanages on a few occasions, until he ended up here. He had always been confused about why he had been transferred around though. Likes: Fine arts, music, his sketchbook, and his guitar. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Hates: Rejection, school (aside from his art and English classes), and his job at the local radio station (he hates the environment, as well as not having his own money to get what he needs, rather than begging others to get things he wants.)
(( Lemme know when to start, please. |: ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 3:12 pm
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Jin the Shadow Wolf (( I see the need for activity. Also, I'm effing bored. |: )) Name: Jerome Balucio age: 16 role: Orphan bio: Jerome grew up having only his parents and a twin brother, Jeremy. His life was relatively normal, up until the year he had turned nine. One day, late at night on the way home from the twins' band rehearsal, a drunk driver speeding on the wrong side of the road had struck the car they were in from the left. His parents died instantly, but his brother was left severely injured and Jerome was left with a fractured left arm. His brother didn't make it by the end of that week, and Jerome was sent to an orphanage, having no relatives to take him in. However, he had been sent back to different orphanages on a few occasions, until he ended up here. He had always been confused about why he had been transferred around though. Likes: Fine arts, music, his sketchbook, and his guitar. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Hates: Rejection, school (aside from his art and English classes), and his job at the local radio station (he hates the environment, as well as not having his own money to get what he needs, rather than begging others to get things he wants.) (( Lemme know when to start, please. |: ))
Right after you post your character you post your reply xD okay and begin!
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:18 pm
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(( YAY!!! : DDDD ))
It had been five hours since his morning shift at the radio station had ended, and at least two hours since school ended, but he was just getting back to the orphanage. It was a bit hard to tell if Jerome was tired or not due to the usually stoic smile on his face, unless he said it himself; he hated to lie about anything. He was even heard yelling "MAN, I HATE YOUR #$%" in the background of the radio station's daily morning show once after one of the hosts had straight up demanded him to get a beer from one of the more expensive quick markets somewhere across the town, despite knowing that Jerome was far under-aged and didn't even drive. Yes, he tended to be a bit too brutally honest, but not always taken seriously. He knew it happened, but he didn't care. People would usually find that out on their own that he was serious. No matter. He was just grateful to have shelter again after walking around outside, in barely any shade from the heat of the sun. True, he was already a bit dark, but he didn't need to be any darker than he already was. Walking to the door, he slightly opened it, but didn't step in immediately. Instead, he left it cracked open and loudly yelled some unintelligible nonsense, most likely being the lyrics to the song Papa Oom Mow Mow into the room before shutting the door and walking around the building in search of an open window to get in through. Doors were rather boring for him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:23 pm
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