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Post by immortalrose on May 2, 2010 19:21:11 GMT -7
Personal Name: Deirdre Rose Damorte PB: Unknown Nicknames: Deidre Birthday: October 31st. Age: Seventeen Grade: 11th Hometown: San Diego, California Gender: Female Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: 5'2 Weight: 107 Distinctive features: Her long wavy black hair, and emerald green eyes. Hair: Long, black, it is naturally wavy Eyes: Emerald green. How they dress: Black skinny jeans, band t-shirts, many bracelets, and converses. Posture: Pretty good.
Personality Distinctive traits: Deidre has a don't F with me attitude almost all the time, she has no problem with getting into fights and such. She's normally a nice girl though, helpful even though unless she just plain doesn't like you, she loves with her whole heart and also hates with a passion. Self image: Eah...Good enough. Dreams/goals: Doesn't really have any, she sets her expectations low so she doesn't get disappointed, and though she'd never tell anyone, she secretly wishes to find true love. Fears: Eah...Few. Sense of humor: Anything, she's especially fond of sarcasm though. Ethics: Uh...She doesn't really have any. First Impression: Usually she's a nice kid, but you can catch her in one of her moments...
History Education: 11th grade. Religion: None though her mother brought her up Christian. Family:
Elen Jessica Andrews (Mother) Thomas Khristopher Damorte (Father) Johnathan Eric Damorte (Older brother.) Kitrina Ella Damorte (Twin sister.)
Popularity: Pretty good. Early childhood experiences:
Age Ten.
"What?" Dei demanded, glaring at her frowning sister. "Mommy is going to be mad..." Kit complained. Deirdre snorted, "Do I look like I care? If you want no part in this, then go inside." She picked up a stone and threw it at the window, glass shattering, the ten year old scampered backwards, making sure none of the glass made contact with her. Kit shook her head, "Dad is going to kill you. And then mom is. Then they're going to kill me." Her sister quickly walked away, making sure she didn't get into trouble. Dei shrugged, "Whatever, you're boring!" She picked up another rock, moving on.
Deirdre looked over the edge into the dolphin exhibt at Sea World. "Ya know...I hear you can go swimming with the dolphins." Johnny said, smirking slightly. "That would be cool." Deirdre said, shrugging and watching her sister hesitantly reach out to pet one of the animals. "Wanna go swimming with the dolphins?" Johnny asked. "Maybe." Deirdre said. "Okay." Johnny picked up his little sister and dropped her, thrashing, into the water. "Johnny!" Deirdre and her mother yelled at almost the same moment. Deirdre screamed when a large dolphin next to her made one of it's weird squeaky noises, she was thrashing around a lot, the water was deep and she was surrounded by dolphins...She heard they were gentle and they were at Sea World but still there could be a nut in there... Johnny jumped in and dragged his little sister out, wondering why she hadn't gotten herself out, "Johnny, you're an ass!" Deirdre yelled at him, their dad dragged Johnny off, she could faintly hear their father telling him they would probably get kicked out and stuff.
Age Twelve.
"You're such a damn liar!" Deirdre said, snatching the history book off her now ex boyfriends desk and throwing it at his head. "I fucking hate you Stan Nickson!" She shouted. "Hey, it's -" He broke off, attempting to dodge the next book she threw at him. "I think you're -" He grabbed her wrist before she hit him. "NO, I'm not!" Dei, took a deep breath and pulled away, giving up on relaxing and kicking him in the leg, hard. "Fuck you." She slammed the door and jogged out of the house, biting her lip to keep from crying, Deirdre had already gotten past her frustrated and angry part and now she was just sad.
Age Thirteen.
"No, I don't think he's cute." Deirdre said, rolling her eyes at Kit. "What? Why not? Or are you still upset about Stan?" Her sister demanded. "Well, for one. He has no sort of personality. And two, he's scrawny. Obviously never heard of working out." Dei sighed. "I'm not going to answer that last one." Kit frowned, analyzing the guy again. "Yeah, I guess you're right. About the second one, I mean. He could be a really sweet guy." She raised an eyebrow when Dei snorted and muttered, 'Please'. "What? Do you have something against sweet guys?" Deirdre shrugged, "Nah, I mean... If they're just nice, nothing else? And besides, half the sweet guys really aren't sweet." She replied. "Oh." Kit said, shaking her head. Her twin didn't have to say anything, she knew that Dei was talking about her ex boyfriend. He had appeared sweet for a while but just turned out to be a jackass who was using her all along.
Two weeks later.
Deirdre shook her head. "You're fucking kidding me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy who sat in front of her, his messy dirty blond hair falling in his face. "No." She bit her tongue to keep from saying something else. Jackson looked up nervously to see her angry expression. "I- I'm sorry, Dei." He said, blue eyes wide. "This is giving so much Deja Vu." She snapped, and then shook her head again, pushing him off the bench. "I'm so sick of shitty boyfriends."
Age Sixteen.
"Let's look at all the boyfriends I have had in the past, Kit." Deirdre told her sister, leaning forward in her chair. "You have had like, one relationship. Consider yourself lucky, and he wasn't that bad, Lucky was actually a pretty good guy." "Deirdre, can you have this conversation with you're sister elsewhere?" Her father asked. Her brother Johnny smirked, "Dude, it's cool. By the way, Dei, gimme the names and I will go kick their asses, personally." The silly grin on his face was bigger than ever, Dei had a hard time feeling angry with anyone in his presence. Kit laughed. "Johnathan, please don't use such language in the house." Their mother complained. "Just go in another room." Thomas said. "Okay, fine." Deirdre said, rising from her chair.
Financial situation: Middle class. Relationships: About twelve now. Habits: She bites her lip when she gets bored or nervous. Health: Good.
Other: Hobbies: Skating, drawing, getting into trouble, listening to music. Skills: Basically all her hobbies. Favorite Food: Tortillas. =) Favorite Music: Rock, Punk, Screamo, Metal...Her favorite bands are The Dropkick Murphys, HIM, and Breaking Benjamin. Favorite Books: The House of Night series. Favorite Movies: The Lost Boys and the Underworld movies. Favorite Color: It varies... Crimson, black and purple. Heroes: Uh... None really.
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Post by immortalrose on May 2, 2010 19:22:08 GMT -7
Personal Name: Kitrina Ella Damorte PB: Unknown. Nicknames: Kit Birthday: October 31st Age: Seventeen. Grade: 11th Hometown: San Diego, CA Gender: Female Orientation: Straight.
Physical Appearance Height: 5'2 (Barely.) Weight: 108 Distinctive features: Her long black hair, green eyes, the heartagram tattoo on the back of her neck that she got with her sister. Hair: Long, black and straight. Eyes: Green. How they dress: Mostly in anime and comic t-shirts with random colored jeans, multiple bracelets and necklaces. Posture: Average.
Personality Distinctive traits: A little like her twin, though she's much shyer, she tends to back down from fights and let people push her around. For the most part she tries to behave herself and not cause any trouble for herself or anyone else. Self image: It could be better. Dreams/goals: To become a either an author or a director. Fears: She's scared of dogs, ever since she got bitten by one when she was six. Sense of humor: She teases a lot but it's always in good fun and they usually know that. Ethics: She respects everyone until they do something that will make her think less of them. First Impression: A nice girl, maybe a bit shy.
History Education: 11th grade. Religion: Christian. Family: Elen Jessica Andrews (Mother) Thomas Khristopher Damorte (Father.) Johnathan Eric Damorte (Older brother.) Deirdre Rose Damorte (Twin sister.)
Popularity: Okay. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle class. Relationships: Only one past relationship. Habits: She bites her nails when she's nervous or bored. Health: Good.
Other: Hobbies: Writing and reading, she doesn't do any sports, unlike her twin. Skills: Writing and reading. Favorite Food: Candy! Skittles are her favorite. Favorite Music: Rock, metal, punk, screamo... Favorite Books: The Mortal Instruments series for sure and the Twilight saga... Despite the fact Deidre picks on her for that. Favorite Movies: Firefly, Harry Potter, Batman, and Pirates of The Carribean. Favorite Color: Black and all neon colors. =) Heroes: Party Boy from Jackass! Kidding.
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Post by immortalrose on May 10, 2010 20:13:49 GMT -7
Personal Name: Johnathan Eric Damorte PB: Johnny Knoxville Nicknames: Johnny Birthday: 12TH of December Age: Eighteen Grade: 12TH Hometown: San Diego, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: 6'2 Weight: 152 Distinctive features: His many scars. Hair: Short, black, spiky. Eyes: Hazel. How they dress: Average, he dresses in mostly t-shirts and jeans. Posture: Okay.
Personality Distinctive traits: Sweet to all the ladies, however he has a large downfall - the fact he's almost always getting himself hurt. Self image: Good Dreams/goals: To become an actor. Fears: Not many. Sense of humor: EVERYTHING. Ethics: Not many. First Impression: A funny, sweet guy.
History Education: 12TH Grade. Religion: None. Family:
Elen Jessica Andrews (Mother.) Thomas Khristopher Damorte (Father.) Deirdre Rose Damorte (Younger Sister.) Kitrina Ella Damorte (Younger Sister.) Popularity: Pretty good, a lot of people like him. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle Class. Relationships: Eah, he's dated, nothing too serious though. Habits: He bites his nails. Health: Pretty good, when he hasn't broken something, or pulled something...The things this poor boy does to himself. =P
Other: Hobbies: Doing stupid stunts with his friends. Skills: Doing stupid stunts and acting. Favorite Food: Pizza. Favorite Music: Eah...Johnny doesn't listen to much music. Favorite Books: He doesn't really read, either... Favorite Movies: James Cameron's Avatar, Austin Powers (All of them), The Scary Movies, The Lost Boys, Prom Night, and The Nightmare Before Christmas. Favorite Color: Blue. Heroes: None.
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Post by immortalrose on Jun 11, 2010 16:53:56 GMT -7
Personal Name: Christopher Erin Alan PB: Chris Raab Nicknames: Chris or Chrissy Birthday: December 25TH Age: Fourteen Grade: 8TH Hometown: San Diego, CA Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: 5'8 Weight: 123 Distinctive features: His blue eyes and bright smile. Hair: Shaggy and light brown, almost blond. Eyes: Blue. How they dress: Chris pretty much puts on whatever he can grab first thing in the morning, his outfits mostly consist of slightly baggy jeans, t-shirts, a bandanna and a beanie. Posture: He can pass for average.
Personality Distinctive traits: Chris is almost always smiling, he's a pretty happy guy, he likes to make other people laugh and is willing to do retarded this to provide someone with entertainment. He rarely says no. Self image: Pretty great, he can be a bit cocky sometimes, though, he doesn't really think that he'll get into trouble for whatever stupid thing he's up to - but that's his mom's fault for never disciplining him enough when he was younger. Dreams/goals: None, really. Fears: Not much scares him. Sense of humor: There isn't really much Chris wouldn't have a laugh about. Ethics: He's just who he is...He tries to respect adults and be polite to girl's. First Impression: A dork.
History Education: Eighth Grade Religion: His mom brought him up Catholic. Family: Macy Erica Alan (Mother) Conner Samuel Alan (Father)
Popularity: People either love him or hate him. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle Class. Relationships: Chris has had a few girlfriends but none have worked out. He's currently single. Habits: He pulls on his hair when he's nervous. Health: Pretty good.
Other: Hobbies: Watching TV, hanging out with his friends, entertaining people Skills: A lot of people wouldn't guess it, but Chris is good at poetry. Favorite Food: Doritos. Favorite Music: Whatever his friend's listen to. Favorite Books: Chris doesn't read... Favorite Movies: Favorite Color: Silver. Heroes: None.
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Post by immortalrose on Jul 9, 2010 4:08:37 GMT -7
Personal Name: Maria Desdemona Valo PB: Jodelle Ferland Nicknames: Everyone calls her Mari Birthday: October 20TH Age: She just turned sixteen Grade: 12TH Hometown: Helsinki, Finland Gender: Female Orientation: Straight.
Physical Appearance Height: Five two and a half Weight: 112 Distinctive features: Her fairly child-like features. Hair: Long and dark brown Eyes: Multi-colored...No, seriously, her eyes are hazel, in the right light you can see bits of blue in them, but mostly they appear to be green-ish brown and sometimes they can almost appear to be reddish-brown. It all depends. How they dress: Mari likes to dress in black a lot, black skinny jeans, band t-shirts, converses... Posture: Pretty good.
Personality Distinctive traits: Mari has a very peace-loving personality, she doesn't like fights. Physical or Verbal. She's a pretty mellow girl, but doesn't like things too calm. Self image: Mari is a person who cannot say anything good about herself, really...She feels like she's being cocky or something if she does. She picks on herself a lot. Dreams/goals: She wants to be an animal photographer. Fears: Dying. Sense of humor: Just about everything. Ethics: Mari's parents were very strict with her, she respects everyone untils he receives disrespect. First Impression: Nice, pretty quiet. Shy.
History Education: 10TH Grade. Religion: Her mother brought her up Christian. Family: Edward Evan Valo (Father) Clairce May (Mother) Popularity: Most don't pay much attention to her. Early childhood experiences:
Maria Desdemona Valo, born October 20TH Five fifteen AM, the only child of Edward Valo and Calirce May whom had been only seventeen and eighteen.
Age three
"Äiti, miksi sinä ja isi taisteluissa?" Mari asked her mother. ("Momma, why are you and Daddy fighting?") "Älä ole huolissasi siitä, rakas." Her mother said, "Mennä nukkumaan." ("Don't worry about it, dear." "Go to bed.) Mari pouted and then stomped off to her room and flopped down on her bed, staring at the bedspread, she could hear her parents screaming at each other, she was too little to understand why the were fighting.
Age Six.
"Miksi minun täytyy oppia Englanti?" Mari asked her mother, making a face as she looked at the words on the page. ("Why do I have to learn English?") "Koska." Her mother told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. ("Because".) "Miski?" Mari frowned, trying to look for a familiar word on the page. ("Why?") "Koska minä sanon niin." Her mother nodded and stepped away for a moment. ("Because I say so.")
Mari looked at the page full of English words on it and giggled, picking it up and looking at the fire burning in the fireplace, "En halua oppia Englanti. Ei paperia." Mari said, dropping the paper in the flames. ("I don't wanna learn English. No paper.") "Mari! Mitä olet tehnyt olet paperia?" Her mother demanded, hands on hips looking down at the giggling six year old. ("Mari! What have you done with you're paper?") "Pudotin sen takka." ("I dropped it in the fireplace") Mari stated, shrugging and grabbing her toy pony and walking off to her room, as she passed she noticed her mother's angry expression and giggled again.
Älä laita olet sormet sähköpistokkeeseen." ("Don't put you're fingers in the electric socket.") Mari's mom said, setting her down on the floor. "Miksi, Äiti?" Mari asked, looking at the wall. To her the little thing looked like a face saying "Oh no!". Apparently her mother didn't hear her as she began making dinner. Mari sighed, pouting because she got no answer and then her curiosity got the better of her, she crawled closer to the wall.
Her mother heard Mari scream and ran over to her, "Enkö teille ei tehdä niin?!" Her mother yelled and Mari cried. ("Didn't I tell you not to do that?!") "Äiti, älä suutu!" Mari sniffled, brushing tears from her eyes. ("Don't be mad, Momma!")
Age eight.
"Pörröinen, Äiti ja isä taistelee jälleen..." ("Fluffy, Momma and Daddy are fighting again...") Mari complained to her cat, hugging the animal. She didn't like it when Momma and Daddy fought, they always told her to go to her room and they would yell horrible things at each other. What? They didn't think that she couldn't hear them from her room? Little Mari tip-toed into the hall and saw her mother and father, still yelling at each other. "No, voit mennä!" Her mother screamed. ("Well, then you can go!") Mari gasped, "Äiti, sinä et halua todella isä jättää ethän?" (Momma, you don't really want daddy to leave, do you?") She asked, her eyes were wide as she held onto her cat and stared at her parents. "Luulin että kerroin sinulle jäämään olet huoneessa." Her father told her, frowning at the eight year old. ("I thought I told you to stay in you're room.") "En aio jäädä omassa huoneessa, kun sinä ja äiti riitelevät." ("I wasn't going to stay in my room while you and momma were fighting.") Mari replied. "Mene takaisin olet huoneeseen." ("Go back to you're room.") Her father sounded very tired as he pointed down the hall. Mari obeyed, even though she didn't want to, "Äiti ja isä ovat aina taistelevat." She told her cat as she walked back into her room. ("Mommy and Daddy are always fighting.")
Age Thirteen.
"Mitä?" ("What?") Mari demanded, throwing her school books down on the table, "Sinä ja isä saavat erota?" ("You and dad are getting a divorce?") She looked horrified, okay...She knew parents had serious problems...But getting a divorce? Even though they fought all the time, Mari couldn't imagine them ever not being together. "Kyllä, Mari. Minä vain ... Se ei toiminut." ("Yes, Mari. I just...It didn't work out.") Tears streaked her mother's face and Mari rushed forward to hug her. She was well aware that she was her parent's high school mistake...She should have never come into exsistance.
Age Thirteen (Still...)
Mari stepped off the plane with her mother and looked around Los Angeles, California, "So...This is LA?" Her English wasn't exactly perfect and she frowned. She shook her head, at least they had some family here. Financial situation: Middle Class Relationships: None. Habits: Biting her lip, playing with her hair, and biting her nails. Health: Pretty good.
Other: Hobbies: Taking photos, listening to music, sketching. Skills: Photography and sketching. Favorite Food: Anything sour. Favorite Music: A lot of metal, heavy metal...Yeah. Favorite Books: The House of Night novels. Favorite Movies: She likes a lot of the old Vampire films. Favorite Color: Turquoise. Heroes: None, really.
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