Isabella Stern
Be it thy nature, or nurture, ones own choice, or the wrong path taken; one will find themself face to face with death.
Age
18
Sex/Gender Identity
Female
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Heterosexual/Demi-romantic
School Year
Collage 1st year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match
Likes
Poetry
Warm beverages
Cats
Black
Novels
Dislikes
Loud noises
Surprises
Disruptions
Hobbies
Novelist & Poet
Isabella spends a great deal of her free time writing both novels and poetry, often dedicating hours to editing her stories and going to various poetry readings
Fears
Above all else, Isabella fears being rejected by the ones she loves most and being unnoticed by the objects of her affection. She is careful to avoid such contact and people she would easily get along with simply for this reason, though she is afraid to remain alone just as much as she fears rejection.
Poetry
Warm beverages
Cats
Black
Novels
Dislikes
Loud noises
Surprises
Disruptions
Hobbies
Novelist & Poet
Isabella spends a great deal of her free time writing both novels and poetry, often dedicating hours to editing her stories and going to various poetry readings
Fears
Above all else, Isabella fears being rejected by the ones she loves most and being unnoticed by the objects of her affection. She is careful to avoid such contact and people she would easily get along with simply for this reason, though she is afraid to remain alone just as much as she fears rejection.
Personality
At her base, Isabella is a quiet girl who enjoys the company of few but resents that of many. She is calm and level headed, rational and yet at times her judgement is clouded by her feelings like any other. She craves companion ship, but often pushes others away without a second thought to preserve her own state of being for she has seen many a girl ruined by love. She is selfless when it comes to helping those she does not have a personal connection with though when she becomes attached to someone she becomes incredibly selfish though that selfishness is masked by a selfless wish for them to be happy. A compassionate and poetic individual she may almost always speak in phrases that resemble a poem of sorts, and hold that which she refuses to speak for herself.
Biography
A child runs, plays in the sand,
Dances and twirls as new moon spans
But hence we must give sweet goodbye
To the innocent child that we once were.
Sadness and doubt could her eyes,
Fear and love pine her mind
Looking for sweetness in a world of dread
As victims pile on her mans hands.
Love and betrayal go hand in hand
For once we were young,
Without knowledge of danger
With love and kindness we all seek,
Before life turned grey and we died inside.
Hands touch where they should not,
Rough and calloused;
Ropes that bind,
Tie and scar, we cannot hide
From our grave mistakes.
We trusted,
Loved and spoke together;
Shared and played;
We thought we were safe.
When he came for us
It was our mistake,
For trusting and loving
Beyond their faith.
We were young once,
When we tempted fate,
Love and lost
For our mistake.
At her base, Isabella is a quiet girl who enjoys the company of few but resents that of many. She is calm and level headed, rational and yet at times her judgement is clouded by her feelings like any other. She craves companion ship, but often pushes others away without a second thought to preserve her own state of being for she has seen many a girl ruined by love. She is selfless when it comes to helping those she does not have a personal connection with though when she becomes attached to someone she becomes incredibly selfish though that selfishness is masked by a selfless wish for them to be happy. A compassionate and poetic individual she may almost always speak in phrases that resemble a poem of sorts, and hold that which she refuses to speak for herself.
Biography
A child runs, plays in the sand,
Dances and twirls as new moon spans
But hence we must give sweet goodbye
To the innocent child that we once were.
Sadness and doubt could her eyes,
Fear and love pine her mind
Looking for sweetness in a world of dread
As victims pile on her mans hands.
Love and betrayal go hand in hand
For once we were young,
Without knowledge of danger
With love and kindness we all seek,
Before life turned grey and we died inside.
Hands touch where they should not,
Rough and calloused;
Ropes that bind,
Tie and scar, we cannot hide
From our grave mistakes.
We trusted,
Loved and spoke together;
Shared and played;
We thought we were safe.
When he came for us
It was our mistake,
For trusting and loving
Beyond their faith.
We were young once,
When we tempted fate,
Love and lost
For our mistake.
Extras
Bate of Birth
December 29th, 20XX
Pets
She is in possession of two cats, a black one and a white one that she has special permission to keep in her dorm room since she is lacking a dorm mate.
Bate of Birth
December 29th, 20XX
Pets
She is in possession of two cats, a black one and a white one that she has special permission to keep in her dorm room since she is lacking a dorm mate.
Damian Luv
We all face them; the discrimination and the hate; Some more than others
Age
17
Sex/Gender Identity
Male
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Homosexual/Homo-romantic
School Year
High School - 3rd Year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match
Likes
Older men
Cute things
Coffee
Supernatural; especially Cas
Mythology
Dislikes
Pushy women and men
Carrots
Tobacco
Boredom
Hobbies
Fashion/Room Design
Fears
Being alone in the dark; due to past experiences in the dark
Older men
Cute things
Coffee
Supernatural; especially Cas
Mythology
Dislikes
Pushy women and men
Carrots
Tobacco
Boredom
Hobbies
Fashion/Room Design
Fears
Being alone in the dark; due to past experiences in the dark
Personality
Humble || Easily Embarrassed || Nerdy || Relaxed || Chill
Regardless of how easy it is to make this soft spoken, gentle hearted boy blush it is nearly impossible to anger him enough for him to show it; especially if he doesn't care for the one attempting to anger him. Understanding and a great listener he's a compatible friend for nearly anyone in existence - he's even pretended to be a friends boyfriend to get her out of a sticky situation.
On the other hand when he cares for someone they could easily upset him though he's rarely pushed to tears like many would expect of the usually very passionate homosexual.
Biography
The young man reached behind him to catch onto the nightstand beside his bed, looking for the switch to the lamp he kept there in case of his late night cravings to read or simply need a light on for a time. He found the cool metal stem and his eyes closed in preparation for the light but all he could feel then was heat; all he could smell was sweat, sex and alcohol; he could hear the heavy breathing and the grunts. He did not turn, he did not cower from these memories, instead he stayed still, allowing them to pass before he curled up once again in the dark and allowed himself a fitful rest before the morning light.
Humble || Easily Embarrassed || Nerdy || Relaxed || Chill
Regardless of how easy it is to make this soft spoken, gentle hearted boy blush it is nearly impossible to anger him enough for him to show it; especially if he doesn't care for the one attempting to anger him. Understanding and a great listener he's a compatible friend for nearly anyone in existence - he's even pretended to be a friends boyfriend to get her out of a sticky situation.
On the other hand when he cares for someone they could easily upset him though he's rarely pushed to tears like many would expect of the usually very passionate homosexual.
Biography
The young man reached behind him to catch onto the nightstand beside his bed, looking for the switch to the lamp he kept there in case of his late night cravings to read or simply need a light on for a time. He found the cool metal stem and his eyes closed in preparation for the light but all he could feel then was heat; all he could smell was sweat, sex and alcohol; he could hear the heavy breathing and the grunts. He did not turn, he did not cower from these memories, instead he stayed still, allowing them to pass before he curled up once again in the dark and allowed himself a fitful rest before the morning light.
James Sebastian Miles
Lean on me and everything will be alright; I'll always be here
Age
23
Sex/Gender Identity
Male
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Bisexual
School Year
College Third Year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match
Likes
Milk
Sports
Hanging out with friends
Nighttime walk
Taking pictures
Having fun
Cookies
Dislikes
Being alone
Thinking too much about the past
Being around his ex-fiance
Oranges and Orange cake
Hobbies
Photography
James has always had a knack for taking pictures, and more often than not he can be found with his face behind a camera taking pictures or filming. He has an eyes for motions, for capturing emotions in his images.
Fears
At his very core, James is afraid to fall in love again; regardless of how well a persona he has created and how much confidence he outwardly shows to others, he is afraid of the basic human emotion; he is afraid of love. Fore he has learned that where there is love, there is an endless stream of pain and betrayal, of tears and gaping wounds no one can see. Scars that never heal.
Milk
Sports
Hanging out with friends
Nighttime walk
Taking pictures
Having fun
Cookies
Dislikes
Being alone
Thinking too much about the past
Being around his ex-fiance
Oranges and Orange cake
Hobbies
Photography
James has always had a knack for taking pictures, and more often than not he can be found with his face behind a camera taking pictures or filming. He has an eyes for motions, for capturing emotions in his images.
Fears
At his very core, James is afraid to fall in love again; regardless of how well a persona he has created and how much confidence he outwardly shows to others, he is afraid of the basic human emotion; he is afraid of love. Fore he has learned that where there is love, there is an endless stream of pain and betrayal, of tears and gaping wounds no one can see. Scars that never heal.
Personality
Loving, Devoted and Strong.
James often does all he can for those he cares about, giving up even the important things to rush to his loved ones side without a second thought to what it was he had been doing before. His own concerns always come after those around him and he often finds himself taking one of his friends out for a night on the town, or staying in and watching movies with them. In some cases he brings over pizza and chocolate when his female friends end up broken hearted. For most everyone he is a rock for them to lean on when they're down, someone they can depend on to be there when they need him most and yet he never seems to need their help, when offered or even insisted upon.
Passive, Accepting and Determined.
Not one to start an argument with someone else, James will sit back and listen calmly to another before carefully phrasing his own opinions and conclusions after hearing everything that they have to be said. He doesn't threaten others and more often then not doesn't get upset over things as easily as the people around him. Nothing escapes his notice when it comes to the people he chooses to speak to, their urge to accepted if they're an outsider especially so and he always greets someone - new or old - with open arms and a friendly smile to say that they're accepted and welcome with him. Of course when there is something he puts his mind to he has a very bad - or good , depending how you look at it - habit of doing everything in his power to accomplish it; be it finding something good to eat or saving a girl from a man on the street. He will do all in his power to achieve his goals. Seeing him give up is a very rare sign and often one of heartbreak and sadness.
Passionate, Protective and Empathetic
No matter what James does he always finds something to love about it, something to get excited for, something to give it a point for him, even if it is silly. Very passionate about his hobbies and interests he always tries to find a way to spread that love of an activity or object, no matter how silly it may seem to others. He's not afraid to shown that he loves something or someone, his heart on his sleeve and yet still protected now. When he loves something or someone he will try his best to make them happy, to smile with them and laugh, to protect them from everything that he can so they won't have to turn anymore; even from his own pain he protects them. In the case that someone he cares for his threatened, the not usually violent man, will willingly fight to protect them, putting himself in harms way to see that they don't fall under the wrath of someone else and instead takes that burden for himself, along with any others he can find. He never shows any signs of carrying too much on his shoulders, no cracks o leaks in his smiles, no tears unless it's a sad movie, nothing but that smiling rock that everyone so needs in their life. Emotions on the other hand are an easy thing for him to understand, the hidden tears behind the smiles that he knows, he understands very well. The way that someone will avoid the subject to avoid the pain and any other thing that could show a subtext that even they themselves may not realize are giving off.
Careful, Guarded and Depressed.
Some people change behind closed doors, when they're alone they find things so much easier than being with others and having to smile. Jame genuinely loves to be around people, to smile and laugh with friends but he still harbors that inner loneliness that comes with great loss to himself. When with others he is careful not to let on toward his own inner struggles as he moves only to help others and see the smiling faces of the people around him. Seeing love makes him happy, but yet it hurts him more than anything else because he knows that he won't have that again.
Biography
The screeching started again; the battle of two voices rising higher and higher, a seemingly endless contest of will, mockery and anger lacing the two voices that the small boy could hear from his bedroom. Dark hair disheveled from his desperate flight from the living room at the appearance of the second person, a man he was supposed to recognize as his father, his feet pounding on the stairs. He tripped, twisting his ankle in his haste but he ignored it until he was save under the covers of his bed, trying to be as quiet as possible and ignore the sounds coming from downstairs. It was so loud and so scary. It didn't happen much and they always told him it was fine afterward, that they were happy and that nothing was ever wrong but he didn't really believe them. How could he believe them when he came home to it?
Years later he boy was a young man in high school, sitting alone in his room with music blasting in his ears. If asked he would say he's gotten used to the yelling and the fights that take place downstairs, detached himself from the situation and perfectly ready to leave when he gets the chance. Hood pulled up and covering his face he lifted his backpack and walked out the door passed the two, silent and obviously fighting again people.
They thought he didn't know.
The sounds of the students in the halls was lost on him as he weaved his way through, music blasting in his ears as he ignored everyone, eyes downcast and invisible in the crowds. Sophomores found their way o classes but just as he walked passed the room his hood and headphones were yanked off as he lacked the care to pay attention. He was invisible so he wouldn't have expected it either but when he lifted his eyes off the ground he saw a girl standing in front of him with her headphones in her hand; his music still playing clearly. "What do you want?" He asked her, none to kindly and then she smiled.
It was so hard to ignore.
She was the only person to find him every morning, to take him to class and make sure he went. The only person to smile at him endlessly until he smiled back. The only person he spoke to about anything that went on at home. She was the only person he could ever love. And she broke his heart.
On the bridge of twenty, he was just counting down the days before the two of them would get married, all of her family and their friends there to see them happy. To see that he could smile as much as he still did. But that was the day he caught her cheating on him, saying that she never loved him in the first place.
He was just a charity case for her.
That was the end of the beginning.
Loving, Devoted and Strong.
James often does all he can for those he cares about, giving up even the important things to rush to his loved ones side without a second thought to what it was he had been doing before. His own concerns always come after those around him and he often finds himself taking one of his friends out for a night on the town, or staying in and watching movies with them. In some cases he brings over pizza and chocolate when his female friends end up broken hearted. For most everyone he is a rock for them to lean on when they're down, someone they can depend on to be there when they need him most and yet he never seems to need their help, when offered or even insisted upon.
Passive, Accepting and Determined.
Not one to start an argument with someone else, James will sit back and listen calmly to another before carefully phrasing his own opinions and conclusions after hearing everything that they have to be said. He doesn't threaten others and more often then not doesn't get upset over things as easily as the people around him. Nothing escapes his notice when it comes to the people he chooses to speak to, their urge to accepted if they're an outsider especially so and he always greets someone - new or old - with open arms and a friendly smile to say that they're accepted and welcome with him. Of course when there is something he puts his mind to he has a very bad - or good , depending how you look at it - habit of doing everything in his power to accomplish it; be it finding something good to eat or saving a girl from a man on the street. He will do all in his power to achieve his goals. Seeing him give up is a very rare sign and often one of heartbreak and sadness.
Passionate, Protective and Empathetic
No matter what James does he always finds something to love about it, something to get excited for, something to give it a point for him, even if it is silly. Very passionate about his hobbies and interests he always tries to find a way to spread that love of an activity or object, no matter how silly it may seem to others. He's not afraid to shown that he loves something or someone, his heart on his sleeve and yet still protected now. When he loves something or someone he will try his best to make them happy, to smile with them and laugh, to protect them from everything that he can so they won't have to turn anymore; even from his own pain he protects them. In the case that someone he cares for his threatened, the not usually violent man, will willingly fight to protect them, putting himself in harms way to see that they don't fall under the wrath of someone else and instead takes that burden for himself, along with any others he can find. He never shows any signs of carrying too much on his shoulders, no cracks o leaks in his smiles, no tears unless it's a sad movie, nothing but that smiling rock that everyone so needs in their life. Emotions on the other hand are an easy thing for him to understand, the hidden tears behind the smiles that he knows, he understands very well. The way that someone will avoid the subject to avoid the pain and any other thing that could show a subtext that even they themselves may not realize are giving off.
Careful, Guarded and Depressed.
Some people change behind closed doors, when they're alone they find things so much easier than being with others and having to smile. Jame genuinely loves to be around people, to smile and laugh with friends but he still harbors that inner loneliness that comes with great loss to himself. When with others he is careful not to let on toward his own inner struggles as he moves only to help others and see the smiling faces of the people around him. Seeing love makes him happy, but yet it hurts him more than anything else because he knows that he won't have that again.
Biography
The screeching started again; the battle of two voices rising higher and higher, a seemingly endless contest of will, mockery and anger lacing the two voices that the small boy could hear from his bedroom. Dark hair disheveled from his desperate flight from the living room at the appearance of the second person, a man he was supposed to recognize as his father, his feet pounding on the stairs. He tripped, twisting his ankle in his haste but he ignored it until he was save under the covers of his bed, trying to be as quiet as possible and ignore the sounds coming from downstairs. It was so loud and so scary. It didn't happen much and they always told him it was fine afterward, that they were happy and that nothing was ever wrong but he didn't really believe them. How could he believe them when he came home to it?
Years later he boy was a young man in high school, sitting alone in his room with music blasting in his ears. If asked he would say he's gotten used to the yelling and the fights that take place downstairs, detached himself from the situation and perfectly ready to leave when he gets the chance. Hood pulled up and covering his face he lifted his backpack and walked out the door passed the two, silent and obviously fighting again people.
They thought he didn't know.
The sounds of the students in the halls was lost on him as he weaved his way through, music blasting in his ears as he ignored everyone, eyes downcast and invisible in the crowds. Sophomores found their way o classes but just as he walked passed the room his hood and headphones were yanked off as he lacked the care to pay attention. He was invisible so he wouldn't have expected it either but when he lifted his eyes off the ground he saw a girl standing in front of him with her headphones in her hand; his music still playing clearly. "What do you want?" He asked her, none to kindly and then she smiled.
It was so hard to ignore.
She was the only person to find him every morning, to take him to class and make sure he went. The only person to smile at him endlessly until he smiled back. The only person he spoke to about anything that went on at home. She was the only person he could ever love. And she broke his heart.
On the bridge of twenty, he was just counting down the days before the two of them would get married, all of her family and their friends there to see them happy. To see that he could smile as much as he still did. But that was the day he caught her cheating on him, saying that she never loved him in the first place.
He was just a charity case for her.
That was the end of the beginning.
Extras
James was born February 29th
He is attending the school on a scholarship offered to him because of his grades, he cares not for the match program but for the education the facility can provide him with.
Theme Song = Under and Over by Egypt Central
James was born February 29th
He is attending the school on a scholarship offered to him because of his grades, he cares not for the match program but for the education the facility can provide him with.
Theme Song = Under and Over by Egypt Central
