Pathei Mathos

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Upon opening my eyes, my vision was already failing me. In and out of darkness, a haze clouded my head alerted me to the concussion I most likely had. The second I gather my thoughts, I immediately look around. I'd had Coyote wrapped up in my arms and legs before we'd crashed. Where was he? My heart sinks and I frantically release my seat belt, throwing the straps to the sides as I force myself to stand. Bad idea. Everything around me begins to spin as I stumble forward into the seat in front of me. A new smell suddenly hit me. Blood. I glance down to my right leg and find a bad gash about 6 inches long down the outside of my calf where my pant leg is soaked dark red. I'd been a medic in the Marines and seen a lot of blood in my day, but seeing my own blood never changed. Still made me want to get sick, which I was already close to doing in the first place with my head spinning the way it was. Finding a stable position to stand in, I give the inside of the plane a glance around. A couple of bodies littered the walkway, which I could only assume were DOS. One was a flight attendant but the other was a passenger. Probably neglected to strap his belt on right. Pulling myself out from the row into the isle, I cup my hands around my mouth and call out "Coyote!", coming out in a strained, raspy tone. Holding onto the seat of each row, I make my way towards the pilot's cockpit being careful not to step on or move the bodies in the center isle. I try the handle but it's stuck. In that moment, I knew I didn't have the strength to try busting it open, so instead of attempting to kill myself just to open a door I turn back to the isle. Over the noise of the wind pouring through the many broken windows, I could hear something, or someone, making sounds towards the back of the plane. At once, I push my way through all the luggage and other things scattered across the isle towards the back, looking into each isle as it's passed by. "Anyone there?"

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Durian Paine - District 11

:: Personal Information ::

: Name :

*Full Birth-Given Name: "Durian Paine. That's my name."
Nickname: "Never really have been very popular to acquire many friends. Just have a couple hanging around, but they both just call me by my first name. Not much shorter of a name that you could get from it, really."
*District Relation in Name: "Durian is a type of fruit, and Paine comes from the Latin word meaning 'countryman', 'rustic villager' or 'peasant'. Guess they got the last part spot-on, huh?"

: Gender :

What Makes Me ME: "I'm a dude. I know it's obvious so you must be stupid in order to ask me that."
What Defines Me: "Heterosexual, man."

: Birth :

*What’s My Age, Again?: "I'm 16 years old. Barely passed my birthday a month ago."
Date & Time of Birth: "Why is this a necessary thing to know? Like, honestly?" After a brief explanation from the interviewer, Durian narrows his eyes slightly and sits back into his chair, a look of distrust in his eyes. "I was born in the early morning hours of a late May day."

:: General Information ::

: Origin :

*District #: "I come from 11. We run all the agriculture in the districts."
*District Career: "Farmhand. Have to choose from: Sorter, Irrigator, Farmhand, Harvester and Gardener. I chose Farmhand to gain some tone and muscle. As a farmhand, they work all of us hard. It's harder work than one would think."
*District Token: "I decided to wear my puka shell necklace into the arena. I got it for my birthday a few years ago when I turned 13. My mother gave it to me. She worked hard to save up the money to buy it. She said it suited me."

: Description :

For Those Who Don’t Know Me: Durian is a people pleaser. He’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done him wrong. He’s also a natural leader.. although he’d rather be a team member most times, being the team lead isn’t that difficult for him to become. Durian has quite the temper on him, though. Rub him the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of his darker side. He’s got, what seems, like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really he just likes to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. Durian has this saying, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it.. never done anyone any amount of good to rush into things not knowing what you're gettin' yer'self into.’ For his age, Durian is wise beyond his years and most definitely independent. Must have been brought up due to the fact he is the youngest of his siblings and had to learn how to do everything on his own, since his parents were too busy working to raise him proper and his siblings had jobs of their own. As much as he doesn’t like to, he knows how to follow orders and is well-disciplined. His discomfort, more or less, with the Capitol stems from his father, who openly disagreed with their beliefs. Guess you could also blame his father for the rebel within Durian, as well.
*-The 5 Do’s:
1.Informed
2.Considerate
3.Wild
4.Reliable
5.Devoted
*-The 5 Don’ts:
1.Stubborn
2.Quarrelsome
3.Pessimistic
4.Impatient
5.Unmerciful - if pushed to the limit
*For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: Durian stands roughly around 5'7" weighing in at a slim 103lbs. Most of his weight however is mainly muscle. His dark hair is kept buzzed short. He's got his father's nose and his mother's eyes. Light grey with specs of gold, in them. Durian wears a thin frame but he makes up for it in limberness and strength. This lanky young man could be a force to be reckoned with, if he plays his cards right, in the games.
-Something You Don’t See Every Day: "On my back, I've got deep scarring and even some new lashes cut into me. In our district, if you get caught stealing food, you get whipped in the square in front of everyone to be made an example of. I've stolen food a few times for my family. I'd do it countless more times, too."
*Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: "I grew up in District 11 thinking all was right with the world until I kept getting older and things begun to get more clear with each passing year. Some districts live better than the rest, our district being one of those categorized in 'the rest'. There were very few times our family had 'just enough' to feed us all. Our mother would starve herself for days so that us kids had a meal each day and each night. The day my father was murdered by a Peace Keeper, our family changed harshly. All 8 of us kids had to get a job of our own, even me being the youngest of us all. Momma didn't make us, but it was us who made the decision to help her. Especially Daikon, our eldest of brothers. It was his idea for us to get jobs to help out, even though he himself already had one. The other 7 of us rallied behind him and eventually the lot of us had a job of our own. I started out in the fields and worked my way over into being a farmhand. Things have been tough, here in 11, but we make due with what we've got. We're a strong, independent people - and we stand United with our neighboring districts!"

: Relationships :

Feathered Friend: “Back home, I've got a pet peregrine falcon that I saved when it was just a baby. It doesn't come home with me, though. It visits me out in the field from time to time and I give it the rats we catch in our traps at home. I named it Nightlock, after the deadly berry, because I've seen it in action before. She's a killer. I mean, I believe it's a female.”
Partners In Crime: "I have quite a list of friends but my main would have to be Quincy."
*Loved Ones Left Behind: "My mother, 3 sisters and 4 brothers. My father was killed by a PeaceKeeper a few years back for joining the district rioters. No one that participated in the attack on the PK's survived."
*Someone Special Back Home: "I don't have a girl in my life. I did like this one back in my district, Crispin, but she was with my best friend, Quincy. I gave up knowing her for him to have a chance at happiness. He didn't even know this, until now."

:: Other Information ::

: The Reaping :

*Volunteer or Natural: "I was naturally reaped."
*Are the Odds In My Favor?: "Are you kidding me? The odds were never in my favor. They're never in anybody's favor. The games are rigged."

: Specialty & Threat Level :

*How Do You Use These?: "I spent a majority of my younger years swinging around a sickle, cutting the crops and such. I think I would do well if I got a hold of one, or a weapon of similar value"
*My Skills Pay the Bills: "I can make the call between a poisonous and an edible berry. I know every kind of berry there is. Also, I can climb trees and start a fire fairly well."
*You Have Nothing to Worry About: "Well, we have to go through our training week before we can find out our worth, but I hope I'm at least worth something on this so called 'Threat Level'."

:: Additional Information ::

: Random Facts :

BloodType: AB+
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but right hand is most dominant
*Fears/Phobias:
-Atychiphobia: fear of failure
-Claustrophobia: fear of small spaces
-Taphophobia: The fear of being buried alive
Favorite Quote:
“Life is a dream for the wise,
a game for the fool,
a comedy for the rich,
a tragedy for the poor.” -Sholom Aleichem

:: Personal Photograph ::

: Appearance :

*Take a Picture, It Lasts Longer:

Mina Anglo - District 4

:: Personal Information ::

: Name :

*Full Birth-Given Name: “Um, Mina..” After a moment of silence, the reporter asks for her whole name, and Mina turns a bright red before replying, “Mina Anglo, sorry. That’s my full name.”
Nickname: “My best friend used to call to me by ‘May’, because my initials are M.A. So I guess that could count.. my first name is already short as it is, so I never grew up with any other nickname than May. I’d prefer to go by Mina, though. Only Nina gets to call me ‘May’.”
*District Relation in Name: “Mina's language of origin is Sanskrit and it is predominantly used in the Indian language. Meaning: 'fish'. My last name Anglo, I would only assume, is a play on the word Angler.”

: Gender :

What Makes Me ME: “I am a girl. I find it very offensive that you had to ask that, as if you couldn’t guess.”
What Defines Me: “Heterosexual. Besides, have you ever run into someone in the Districts who is OPENLY bisexual or homosexual? I think not.”

: Birth :

*What’s My Age, Again?: “I’ll be spending my 15th birthday inside the Games.”
Date & Time of Birth: “You’ll know when my birthday is. As I said before, I’m gonna be spending it within the walls of the games.. far, far away from anyone I wish I could spend my last one, with.”

:: General Information ::

: Origin :

*District #: “I am from District 4.”
*District Career: Fishing - “I have a job, sure. I’m the fish gutter. One of the workers in charge of cleaning out the fish that are brought in. Not difficult at all, honestly.. just really gross. Not many girls are too eager to do the job that I have, but some like me don’t really mind. I grew up with older brothers, so the things my brothers have put me through makes my job look like it’s a piece of cake!”
*District Token: “I have this wooden bear necklace that my father made and gave to me. The first time he took me out fishing, we encountered a bear. Dad always said they were good luck and always called them ‘Nature’s Fisherman’.”

My District Token

: Description :

*For Those Who Don’t Know Me: “It goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented, and will do whatever it takes to make it back home safe. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.”
*-The 5 Do’s:
1.Compassionate
2.Considerate
3.Loyal
4.Trustworthy
5.Easy-Going
*-The 5 Don’ts:
1.Self-Loathing
2.Quick to Judge, sometimes
3.Reclusive
4.Quiet - won’t speak up, or speak what’s on her mind
5.Over-Achiever - sometimes a bit too much effort put into things
*For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: “I’m roughly five foot five inches tall and weigh around one-hundred and twenty pounds. My skin is a light tan. My hair is a golden brown in the sunlight but during the nighttime hours, it’s quite dark, itself. My eyes match my hair, as well. I have a somewhat scrawny build, and have lean muscle on my arms and legs. I’m a runner. I love to run. My stamina is through the roof, so best of luck to you trying to catch me on foot on the arena.”
*Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: “I had a decently boring life, growing up. There was nothing out of the ordinary in my life that would be interesting enough to talk about, honestly. My family and I live a very quiet, invisible life. We’re just a number, in the many lives that live in the districts. We do what’s expected of us and keep the peace, though I’ve heard whispers through my house of how the Rebellion had been a good thing, that the only thing stopping my parents from trying to continue that work was us kids. Of course I’d never say anything to anyone else.. only reason I’m telling you is because you aren’t going to tell anyone.” A moment of worry and regret rushes over her face as she adjusts herself in her seat and leans in slightly, whispering brokenly, “Y-You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?...”

: Relationships :

Furry Friends: “My cat Fly who I’ve had the last 3 years follows me everywhere. Especially when I go into work, she’ll stay right at my heels because she knows she can get some fish guts if she comes with me. Regardless if it’s me or one of the other workers, she gets what she wants, most of the time.”

My Fly Girl

*Partners In Crime: “I had one good friend, Nina and multiple ‘friends’ who I knew by just simply growing up in D4. Nina is my best friend. Our parents grew up together and our moms named us similarly, knowing we'd be just as close as our names are.”
*Loved Ones Left Behind: “My momma, daddy, and three brothers, Nile, Ryvers and Laken. In the photo below, it’s (obviously) mom first.. the second photo, from left to right, is Laken, dad, Nile and then Ryvers.”

Mom, Dad, Nile, Ryvers and Laken

*Someone Special Back Home: “There was this boy that I had thought who loved me, but turns out his heart had been set on another girl.”

:: Other Information ::

: The Reaping :

*Volunteer or Natural: “I was naturally reaped.”
Are the Odds In My Favor?: “The odds were never in my favor. As soon as your name is in that pot, you’re no longer safe. No matter how many times your name is written on one of those slips..” Her name was in the pot 5 times.

: Specialty & Threat Level :

*How Do You Use These?: “My dad used to take me fishing with him, and each time it was different. We would use something different to catch the fish each time. A few times, we used spears to catch our fish in the streams. He taught me how to throw them at targets, as well. I’m not very good at it, but I’m sure I can manage in the games if I just get my hands on a spear or trident.”
*My Skills Pay the Bills: “I can tie any kind of knot you can think of. I’m pretty decent at scavenging for stuff.. mainly earthworms and different kinds of nuts and berries. Homemade fishing rod? No problem, for me! I also used to help my mom in her bakery, where I used to decorate cupcakes, cookies and full-size cakes. I’ve seen in past games where people have camouflaged themselves with mud and things.. I’m sure I could learn to do something like that if I took the time to practice!”
Official/Personal Training: “I grew up with three brothers. I had to know how to fight and grapple to get out of their death locks. Of course I know it’s not gonna do me much good in the games to say I’ve fought my brothers before, but they treated me like another brother. They were rough on me, and I learned how to defend myself against them. I think that gives me some kind of advantage when it comes to close combat, stuff.”
*You Have Nothing to Worry About: To be determined...

:: Additional Information ::

: Random Facts :

Blood Type: AB+
Dominant Hand: Left, but throws with her right.
Fears/Phobias: “I have a fear of being.. abandoned, I guess. I don’t like being alone..”
Favorite Quote: “Not all those who wander are lost.”

:: Personal Photograph ::

: Appearance :

*Take a Picture, It Lasts Longer:

Arena Appearance

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Home and making a post!

I roleplay in first person POV, so if anyone has a pet peeve about that, please let me know and I'll change it to 3^rd person POV, no problem.

Thanks, guys!

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Will be posting when I get home. Be there in a couple hours! Post will be up before ya know it! ^^

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

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arιa delaney

"вe мore concerned wιтн yoυr cнaracтer тнan yoυr repυтaтιon,
вecaυѕe yoυr cнaracтer ιѕ wнaт yoυ really are,
yoυr repυтaтιon ιѕ мerely wнaт oтнerѕ тнιnĸ yoυ are."

The Girl Your Mother Warned You About

|| NAME ||

Aria is my name. Aria Delaney.

|| GENDER ||

Come on, it's really not hard to tell. Female.

|| AGE ||

I'm 14-years-old. I'll be 15 in early January.

|| GRADE ||

It's my ninth year of school.

|| SEXUALITY ||

Hetero, but Bi-Curious.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Taken by Kol Danvers ^{who is a Junior, this year}. He and I live in the same neighborhood, and met through our fathers. Both of our fathers went to AA meetings, and Kol and I were a couple of the kids who practically grew up in the rooms of AA. Our fathers became fast friends, and both eventually fell back into their old habits, enjoying it together in their new-found friendship. Kol and I became very close and decided one day that we'd take a shot at being something more. We've been together for a year and a half, now. Kol is my flashlight.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

Standing at an approximate five foot four, weighing a total one-hundred and twenty-six pounds, I'm built with a majority of muscle and lean fat. I have a slim figure with slight curves, a set of average B-cups and a killer smile to go with it. My dark hair is quite lengthy, stretching past my breasts an inch or so. Dark, 'sh*t-brown' eyes match my hair color perfectly. Almost seeming black, in the darker hours of the day. In direct sunlight, my eyes brighten up and become more of a golden-brown. I've got my great-grandmother's nose, my mother's eyes and a mouth just like my father's. Both in shape and the way we talk. ^{Quite the sailor, sometimes.} Or at least that's what I've been told. I've got major scarring on my left hand from burns I received in a house fire that nearly took the life of my youngest brother. What people don't know ^{because they can't see them} is that I've also got quite the graveyard of scars on my upper thighs. Back in my early middle school days, I became an emotional cutter. No one knows of this, not even my parents. Well, Kol knows.. but he's the only exception, and I'd like to keep it that way.

The Part of Me You'll Never Take From Me

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

+ Athletic
+ Considerate
+ Disciplined
+ Humble
+ Intelligent
+ Self-Sufficient
- Anxious
- Clumsy
- Depressed
- In-Decisive
- Insecure
- Stubborn

|| PERSONALITY ||

I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to working together with others on such things as class projects and assignments. It pretty much goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I can get a feel for them, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is, I'm complicated.

|| QUIRKS ||

→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monologue but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really?
→ I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monologue or cosplaying as Harley Quinn.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.

|| HOBBIES ||

→ Cooking
→ Horse-back Riding
→ Singing
→ Reading
→ Drawing
→ Photography
→ Dancing
→ Writing Poetry
→ Dog-Walking
→ Playing Acoustic Guitar
→ Online Gaming
→ Online Role Playing
→ Fishing
→ Camping
→ Mudding
→ Quad Riding

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ My furkids (pets)
→ ^{Timber Wolf / Shepard Hybrids (same litter)} Roan & Shadow
→ ^{Shepard Mix & Rex Rat} Coyote (k-eye-oat) & Boog. Coyote is my youngest brother's, technically.
+ Wolves♥
+ Harley Quinn♦
+ DC Comics
+ Gaming
+ Reading
+ Artsy Activities
+ Animals
+ Summer
+ Sweater Weather
+ Cuddling
+ Hugs
+ Dodgeball
+ Softball
+ Volleyball
+ Texting
+ Helping Others
+ Laughing
+ Good Vibes
+ Rain / Storms
+ Smoking ^{not ciggarettes..}
+ Guys with Beards
- Being Alone
- Crowded Rooms
- Enclosed/Small Spaces
- Crying in Front of Others
- Being Touched Unexpectedly
- Drinking / Drunk People
- Horror Movies in Dark Rooms
- Chewing with an Open Mouth
- Common Core Math
- Cheaters
- Animal Abuse
- Make-Up
- Annoying People

The Little Bits and Pieces I Have Left

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

→ Mother ✦ Monica Marie Denaley ✦ Deceased
→ Father ✦ Miles Joseph Bradshaw ✦ Self-Employed Contractor
→ Step-Mother ✦ Laurel Des Young ✦ Counselor for Reach Out ^{Local 'help' for Troubled Youth}
→ Grandmother, Mother's Side ✦ Yvonne Shiela Delaney ✦ Retired, Living in Retirement Community
→ Grandmother, Father's Side ✦ Donna Marie Bradshaw ✦ Retired, Living in Senior Living Home
→ Eldest Half-Sister, Father's First Marriage ✦ Genevieve Bradshaw ✦ College pursuing the Arts
→ Eldest Half-Brother, Father's First Marriage ✦ James David Bradshaw ✦ Working part-time job while helping his elderly grandmother
→ Ⅰ Eldest ^Full-Brother ✦ Joseph Daniel Delaney ✦ Works at K-Mart part-time, other half of his time he helps dad on his job sites
→ Ⅱ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Tyler Kaidan Bradshaw ✦ College Freshman at a local community college, works at Culver's full-time
→ Ⅲ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Wyatt Malloy Denaley ✦ 12^th Grade, part-time at Culver's with Tyler
→ Youngest Half-Brother, Father's Current ^Dying Relationship ✦ Christopher Michael Bradshaw ✦ Stays at home or with babysitter
→ Cousin, Mother's Side ✦ Devon McCracken ✦ 11^th Grade, part-time at Circle K

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

The house that built me is a two-story, five-bedroom, two-bath home, with an added attic and basement built in. Two bedrooms sit on the first floor (icluding the Masteer) while the other three sit on the second floor. Painted white with a dark brown roof. The windows are short in width but stand tall, five in a row on the first floor, and four in a row on the second. The attic also has windows. Four small ones in total, all grouped together. There's also a small porch area outside of the front door. There's a flimsy metal door that encloses the porch before you can get to the front door. Once inside, you'll notice nothing is particularly new in this house. Since my mother passed, things haven't been taken care of as well as they should. Paint is beginning to peel off the walls, the floorboards creak louder than they used to and depending on your step, even cave in slightly as if ready to collapse. The four rooms used for the Delaney/Bradshaw kids were quite small, the master bedroom was only slightly bigger than theirs. Many family photos litter the walls of the house, as well as old notes and drawings plastered on the old fridge with magnets of every shape and size. Now that only Wyatt, Christopher and I live at the house with dad, we each have our own rooms and dad has his room and own little office space out of the fifth bedroom. In the backyard, there's a tree house and a play-set that was built when Tyler and Wyatt were kids that now only Christopher uses. Sometimes I indulge in his childish games and will play outside with him in the tree house and on the play set, pushing him on the swings or helping him climb the monkey bars. The house that built me also tears me down. So many good and bad memories in this place..

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

I don't have my own car, yet. Kol does, though. He usually drives me to and from school so I don't have to rely on my dad.

The Nitty Gritty Truths About Me You'll Probably Never Know

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Where do I even begin? |Taking a moment, Aria takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, rubbing her palms over the tops of her thighs firmly.| Well, I guess it all starts with my birth. I was born in the wee hours of a Friday morning, January 18^th, 2002. My parents were engaged at the time of my arrival, but lasted only another two years before they broke off their relationship for the last time. With four boys and two girls on their hands, they did whatever they could to keep us as comfortable as they possibly could, even from separate households. Dad's was always the most packed, with James, Joseph, Tyler, Wyatt and Genevieve.. not to mention myself. No matter which house I was in, though, I was always the baby. Picked on by the rest of my siblings but got spoiled the most by my parents and grandmas. I've never known my 'grandpas'. My mother's dad was an alcoholic who used to beat my grandma, and my dad's absentee father was never around for him. He left my daddy early on in his childhood. The only man my daddy ever grew up looking up to were my great Uncle Glen and great grandpa, who we call 'Pops'. I spent most of my time at my mom's house, though. The three youngest of my brothers also stayed with my mom during the school week, and got to spend time at our dad's on the weekend. Over the years, both our parents found new people to be with and soon ^{approx. 6 years after the split with dad} our mom was engaged again to a man by the name of Walter Kennedy. He turned out to be a better stand-in-father than our own dad ever was, and probably ever would be.
Mom worked at a bar called Poor Richard's as a bartender, and tended to drink on the job quite often only to come home hammered off her *ass. When she'd get home, she'd drink more until she'd black out. Walt wasn't too much help in this situation, although to his credit he did try convincing her to at least slow it down, knowing she didn't have the will to stop. She never did. After years of watching her stumble through the school grounds to pick me up from After School Program, screaming in a drunken cheers at me while I was acting up on stage for a play my class put on in 5th grade, and me having to search her room for peppermint schnapps bottles to empty out before she could return home. I may have been the baby in the household, but I seemed to be the only one trying to help mom with her disease. At one point or another, mom dragged me around to the AA meetings she went to like dad had suggested her to do. They didn't seem to be her thing, and before ya' knew it she was back to doing what she loved. Drinking. Wasn't too long after the family finally came to the conclusion she needed to go to rehab and her refusing treatment, that she landed herself in the hospital several times for blood transfusions. At that time, my dad convinced her and Walt to let him take over custody of me. I didn't really understand why until a few months later. Finally, one day just a week after Christmas of '12 had passed, she was back in the hospital, but this time the doctor said there was nothing they could do. Mom wouldn't wake. They transferred her to a convalescent facility where she spent her last week before she died of liver failure.. internal bleeding, including several spots on her brain. She died a complete stranger. The cirrhosis caused her skin to yellow and age, making her 36-year-old self to look 10 years older. Her death landed 11 days before my 12th birthday.
Dad, however, worked as an independent contractor. Unlicensed and usually under the table, but he was very good at what he did.He also had a much different addiction, than mom did. Drugs. In his early years he dabbled in quite a few different things, but the one he refused to let go of was weed. Dad would lock himself in the garage and get high with his childhood buddies, leaving my siblings and I to our grandma to entertain us. It seemed at times I hardly even knew who my dad was. I became very close with my grandma during the early years of my childhood, and grew further apart from my dad. He would try buying our love with material things, and one time buying us a group of hermit crabs to somewhat satisfy our want for a house pet. On rare occasions, we'd take day trips to the lake or weekend trips to the river to camp and fish. Other than that, dad was hardly around for any of us. When my mother began to go downhill with her health about a year before her passing, to his credit, he went cold turkey and started going to NA meetings. During this time, he met my step-mom Laurel. They were both in NA trying to set their lives straight, and going against the 'unspoken rule' of the meetings (not dating anyone till after your first year of sobriety), they began dating and sooner than later found out they were pregnant. 9 months later I was blessed with the fact I was no longer the baby, anymore and had to do a bit of growing up. Even though I was the youngest of the older siblings in the Bradshaw house, I was the one stuck babysitting Christopher while dad and Laurel went away to NA meetings that sometimes lasted till the early hours of the morning. Dad kept me at my school to finish out 6th grade, but once the school year ended, I was transferred into a new school in the town near the apartment my father and Laurel rented. I spent the two years of my Middle School life living with my father and step-mom. I was treated like Cinderella, during those times, although thankfully I didn't have any mean step-siblings to deal with. Just my own brothers, who still managed to be a pain in my rear. During the last two years, my dad dropped NA and started going to AA meetings but eventually dropped out when he met Mr. Danvers (Kol's dad) who he began going on drinking binges with. It's difficult living with old memories
After 8th grade graduation, dad and Laurel bought the house that his mom used to own in the same town I was born and raised in. So, here I am. Enrollment day at Arrowsmith High. Not too excited for school, especially high school of all things, but it is the high school I would have gone to had my mom still been around. I was more excited to see old faces, than anything. I don't want to be labeled as 'the girl who lost her mom', anymore. I want to make a name for myself, here. I want to place on the Freshman softball team, land a place in the AVID program for next year, and maybe join a club or two, as well. I don't want to stand out, so much, as I want to just kind of.. exist among the masses. Share some time and space but not get in people's way. Follow my own path and maybe make some decent friends and memories along the way.

|| THEME SONG ||

Broken Angel by Boyce Avenue
_{and now yoυ've grown υp wιтн тнιѕ noтιon тнaт yoυ were тo вlaмe
and yoυ ѕeeм ѕo ѕтrong ѕoмeтιмeѕ вυт ι ĸnow тнaт yoυ ѕтιll ғeel тнe ѕaмe
aѕ тнaт lιттle gιrl wнo ѕнιned lιĸe and angel
even aғтer нιѕ lazy нearт pυт yoυ тнroυgн нell
ι wιѕн yoυ coυld ѕee тнaт
ѕтιll yoυ тry тo ιмpreѕѕ нιм
вυт нe never wιll lιѕтen
oн вroĸen angel
were yoυ ѕad wнen нe crυѕнed all yoυr dreaмѕ?
oн вroĸen angel
ιnѕιde yoυ're dyιng caυѕe yoυ canт вelιeve
нe woυld leave yoυ alone
and leave yoυ ѕo cold
wнen yoυ were нιѕ daυgнтer
вυт тнe вlood ιn yoυr veιnѕ
aѕ yoυ carry нιѕ naмe
тυrnѕ тнιnner тнan waтer
yoυ're jυѕт a вroĸen angel}

|| OTHER ||

N/A

^{Relationship Sheet will be made, and updated as Aria meets people.}

@MissCapnCrunch

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

arιa delaney

arιa delaney

"вe мore concerned wιтн yoυr cнaracтer тнan yoυr repυтaтιon,
вecaυѕe yoυr cнaracтer ιѕ wнaт yoυ really are,
yoυr repυтaтιon ιѕ мerely wнaт oтнerѕ тнιnĸ yoυ are."

The Girl Your Mother Warned You About

|| NAME ||

Aria is my name. Aria Delaney.

|| GENDER ||

Come on, it's really not hard to tell. Female.

|| AGE ||

I'm 14-years-old. I'll be 15 in early January.

|| GRADE ||

It's my ninth year of school.

|| SEXUALITY ||

Hetero, but Bi-Curious.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Taken by Kol Danvers ^{who is a Junior, this year}. He and I live in the same neighborhood, and met through our fathers. Both of our fathers went to AA meetings, and Kol and I were a couple of the kids who practically grew up in the rooms of AA. Our fathers became fast friends, and both eventually fell back into their old habits, enjoying it together in their new-found friendship. Kol and I became very close and decided one day that we'd take a shot at being something more. We've been together for a year and a half, now. Kol is my flashlight.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

Standing at an approximate five foot four, weighing a total one-hundred and twenty-six pounds, I'm built with a majority of muscle and lean fat. I have a slim figure with slight curves, a set of average B-cups and a killer smile to go with it. My dark hair is quite lengthy, stretching past my breasts an inch or so. Dark, 'sh*t-brown' eyes match my hair color perfectly. Almost seeming black, in the darker hours of the day. In direct sunlight, my eyes brighten up and become more of a golden-brown. I've got my great-grandmother's nose, my mother's eyes and a mouth just like my father's. Both in shape and the way we talk. ^{Quite the sailor, sometimes.} Or at least that's what I've been told. I've got major scarring on my left hand from burns I received in a house fire that nearly took the life of my youngest brother. What people don't know ^{because they can't see them} is that I've also got quite the graveyard of scars on my upper thighs. Back in my early middle school days, I became an emotional cutter. No one knows of this, not even my parents. Well, Kol knows.. but he's the only exception, and I'd like to keep it that way.

The Part of Me You'll Never Take From Me

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

+ Athletic
+ Considerate
+ Disciplined
+ Humble
+ Intelligent
+ Self-Sufficient
- Anxious
- Clumsy
- Depressed
- In-Decisive
- Insecure
- Stubborn

|| PERSONALITY ||

I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent target for people who like to talk sh*t.. I am well-disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to working together with others on such things as class projects and assignments. It pretty much goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I can get a feel for them, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is, I'm complicated.

|| QUIRKS ||

→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monologue but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really?
→ I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monologue or cosplaying Harley Quinn.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual.

|| HOBBIES ||

→ Cooking
→ Horse-back Riding
→ Singing
→ Reading
→ Drawing
→ Photography
→ Dancing
→ Writing Poetry
→ Dog-Walking
→ Playing Acoustic Guitar
→ Online Gaming
→ Online Role Playing
→ Fishing
→ Camping
→ Mudding
→ Quad Riding

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ My furkids (pets)
→ ^{Timber Wolf / Shepard Hybrids (same litter)} Roan & Shadow
→ ^{Shepard Mix & Rex Rat} Coyote (k-eye-oat) & Boog. Coyote is my youngest brother's, technically.
+ Wolves♥
+ Harley Quinn♦
+ DC Comics
+ Gaming
+ Reading
+ Artsy Activities
+ Animals
+ Summer
+ Sweater Weather
+ Cuddling
+ Hugs
+ Dodgeball
+ Softball
+ Volleyball
+ Texting
+ Helping Others
+ Laughing
+ Good Vibes
+ Rain / Storms
+ Smoking ^{not ciggarettes..}
+ Guys with Beards
- Being Alone
- Crowded Rooms
- Enclosed/Small Spaces
- Crying in Front of Others
- Being Touched Unexpectedly
- Drinking / Drunk People
- Horror Movies in Dark Rooms
- Chewing with an Open Mouth
- Common Core Math
- Cheaters
- Animal Abuse
- Make-Up
- Annoying People

The Little Bits and Pieces I Have Left

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

→ Mother ✦ Monica Marie Delaney ✦ Deceased
→ Father ✦ Miles Joseph Bradshaw ✦ Self-Employed Contractor
→ Step-Mother ✦ Laurel Des Young ✦ Counselor for Reach Out ^{Local 'help' for Troubled Youth}
→ Grandmother, Mother's Side ✦ Yvonne Shiela Delaney ✦ Retired, Living in Retirement Community
→ Grandmother, Father's Side ✦ Donna Marie Bradshaw ✦ Retired, Living in Senior Living Home
→ Eldest Half-Sister, Father's First Marriage ✦ Genevieve Bradshaw ✦ College pursuing the Arts
→ Eldest Half-Brother, Father's First Marriage ✦ James David Bradshaw ✦ Working part-time job while helping his elderly grandmother
→ Ⅰ Eldest ^Full-Brother ✦ Joseph Daniel Delaney ✦ Works at K-Mart part-time, other half of his time he helps dad on his job sites
→ Ⅱ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Tyler Kaidan Bradshaw ✦ College Freshman at a local community college, works at Culver's full-time
→ Ⅲ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Wyatt Malloy Delaney ✦ 12^th Grade, part-time at Culver's with Tyler
→ Youngest Half-Brother, Father's Current ^Dying Relationship ✦ Christopher Michael Bradshaw ✦ Stays at home or with babysitter
→ Cousin, Mother's Side ✦ Devon McCracken ✦ 11^th Grade, part-time at Circle K

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

The house that built me is a two-story, five-bedroom, two-bath home, with an added attic and basement built in. Two bedrooms sit on the first floor (icluding the Masteer) while the other three sit on the second floor. Painted white with a dark brown roof. The windows are short in width but stand tall, five in a row on the first floor, and four in a row on the second. The attic also has windows. Four small ones in total, all grouped together. There's also a small porch area outside of the front door. There's a flimsy metal door that encloses the porch before you can get to the front door. Once inside, you'll notice nothing is particularly new in this house. Since my mother passed, things haven't been taken care of as well as they should. Paint is beginning to peel off the walls, the floorboards creak louder than they used to and depending on your step, even cave in slightly as if ready to collapse. The four rooms used for the Delaney/Bradshaw kids were quite small, the master bedroom was only slightly bigger than theirs. Many family photos litter the walls of the house, as well as old notes and drawings plastered on the old fridge with magnets of every shape and size. Now that only Wyatt, Christopher and I live at the house with dad, we each have our own rooms and dad has his room and own little office space out of the fifth bedroom. In the backyard, there's a tree house and a play-set that was built when Tyler and Wyatt were kids that now only Christopher uses. Sometimes I indulge in his childish games and will play outside with him in the tree house and on the play set, pushing him on the swings or helping him climb the monkey bars. The house that built me also tears me down. So many good and bad memories in this place..

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

I don't have my own car, yet. Kol does, though. He usually drives me to and from school so I don't have to rely on my dad.

The Nitty Gritty Truths About Me You'll Probably Never Know

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Where do I even begin? |Taking a moment, Aria takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, rubbing her palms over the tops of her thighs firmly.| Well, I guess it all starts with my birth. I was born in the wee hours of a Friday morning, January 18^th, 2002. My parents were engaged at the time of my arrival, but lasted only another two years before they broke off their relationship for the last time. With four boys and two girls on their hands, they did whatever they could to keep us as comfortable as they possibly could, even from separate households. Dad's was always the most packed, with James, Joseph, Tyler, Wyatt and Genevieve.. not to mention myself. No matter which house I was in, though, I was always the baby. Picked on by the rest of my siblings but got spoiled the most by my parents and grandmas. I've never known my 'grandpas'. My mother's dad was an alcoholic who used to beat my grandma, and my dad's absentee father was never around for him. He left my daddy early on in his childhood. The only man my daddy ever grew up looking up to were my great Uncle Glen and great grandpa, who we call 'Pops'. I spent most of my time at my mom's house, though. The three youngest of my brothers also stayed with my mom during the school week, and got to spend time at our dad's on the weekend. Over the years, both our parents found new people to be with and soon ^{approx. 6 years after the split with dad} our mom was engaged again to a man by the name of Walter Kennedy. He turned out to be a better stand-in-father than our own dad ever was, and probably ever would be.
Mom worked at a bar called Poor Richard's as a bartender, and tended to drink on the job quite often only to come home hammered off her *ass. When she'd get home, she'd drink more until she'd black out. Walt wasn't too much help in this situation, although to his credit he did try convincing her to at least slow it down, knowing she didn't have the will to stop. She never did. After years of watching her stumble through the school grounds to pick me up from After School Program, screaming in a drunken cheers at me while I was acting up on stage for a play my class put on in 5th grade, and me having to search her room for peppermint schnapps bottles to empty out before she could return home. I may have been the baby in the household, but I seemed to be the only one trying to help mom with her disease. At one point or another, mom dragged me around to the AA meetings she went to like dad had suggested her to do. They didn't seem to be her thing, and before ya' knew it she was back to doing what she loved. Drinking. Wasn't too long after the family finally came to the conclusion she needed to go to rehab and her refusing treatment, that she landed herself in the hospital several times for blood transfusions. At that time, my dad convinced her and Walt to let him take over custody of me. I didn't really understand why until a few months later. Finally, one day just a week after Christmas of '12 had passed, she was back in the hospital, but this time the doctor said there was nothing they could do. Mom wouldn't wake. They transferred her to a convalescent facility where she spent her last week before she died of liver failure.. internal bleeding, including several spots on her brain. She died a complete stranger. The cirrhosis caused her skin to yellow and age, making her 36-year-old self to look 10 years older. Her death landed 11 days before my 12th birthday.
Dad, however, worked as an independent contractor. Unlicensed and usually under the table, but he was very good at what he did.He also had a much different addiction, than mom did. Drugs. In his early years he dabbled in quite a few different things, but the one he refused to let go of was weed. Dad would lock himself in the garage and get high with his childhood buddies, leaving my siblings and I to our grandma to entertain us. It seemed at times I hardly even knew who my dad was. I became very close with my grandma during the early years of my childhood, and grew further apart from my dad. He would try buying our love with material things, and one time buying us a group of hermit crabs to somewhat satisfy our want for a house pet. On rare occasions, we'd take day trips to the lake or weekend trips to the river to camp and fish. Other than that, dad was hardly around for any of us. When my mother began to go downhill with her health about a year before her passing, to his credit, he went cold turkey and started going to NA meetings. During this time, he met my step-mom Laurel. They were both in NA trying to set their lives straight, and going against the 'unspoken rule' of the meetings (not dating anyone till after your first year of sobriety), they began dating and sooner than later found out they were pregnant. 9 months later I was blessed with the fact I was no longer the baby, anymore and had to do a bit of growing up. Even though I was the youngest of the older siblings in the Bradshaw house, I was the one stuck babysitting Christopher while dad and Laurel went away to NA meetings that sometimes lasted till the early hours of the morning. Dad kept me at my school to finish out 6th grade, but once the school year ended, I was transferred into a new school in the town near the apartment my father and Laurel rented. I spent the two years of my Middle School life living with my father and step-mom. I was treated like Cinderella, during those times, although thankfully I didn't have any mean step-siblings to deal with. Just my own brothers, who still managed to be a pain in my rear. During the last two years, my dad dropped NA and started going to AA meetings but eventually dropped out when he met Mr. Danvers (Kol's dad) who he began going on drinking binges with. It's difficult living with old memories
After 8th grade graduation, dad and Laurel bought the house that his mom used to own in the same town I was born and raised in. So, here I am. Enrollment day at Arrowsmith High. Not too excited for school, especially high school of all things, but it is the high school I would have gone to had my mom still been around. I was more excited to see old faces, than anything. I don't want to be labeled as 'the girl who lost her mom', anymore. I want to make a name for myself, here. I want to place on the Freshman softball team, land a place in the AVID program for next year, and maybe join a club or two, as well. I don't want to stand out, so much, as I want to just kind of.. exist among the masses. Share some time and space but not get in people's way. Follow my own path and maybe make some decent friends and memories along the way.

|| THEME SONG ||

Broken Angel by Boyce Avenue
_{and now yoυ've grown υp wιтн тнιѕ noтιon тнaт yoυ were тo вlaмe
and yoυ ѕeeм ѕo ѕтrong ѕoмeтιмeѕ вυт ι ĸnow тнaт yoυ ѕтιll ғeel тнe ѕaмe
aѕ тнaт lιттle gιrl wнo ѕнιned lιĸe and angel
even aғтer нιѕ lazy нearт pυт yoυ тнroυgн нell
ι wιѕн yoυ coυld ѕee тнaт
ѕтιll yoυ тry тo ιмpreѕѕ нιм
вυт нe never wιll lιѕтen
oн вroĸen angel
were yoυ ѕad wнen нe crυѕнed all yoυr dreaмѕ?
oн вroĸen angel
ιnѕιde yoυ're dyιng caυѕe yoυ canт вelιeve
нe woυld leave yoυ alone
and leave yoυ ѕo cold
wнen yoυ were нιѕ daυgнтer
вυт тнe вlood ιn yoυr veιnѕ
aѕ yoυ carry нιѕ naмe
тυrnѕ тнιnner тнan waтer
yoυ're jυѕт a вroĸen angel}

|| OTHER ||

N/A

arιa'ѕ relaтιonѕ ѕнeeт

|| JACOB McKINNON ||

"Jacob is too arrogant and flirts way too much. Nothing is ever good enough for him, and what's given to him hardly satisfies him. Jacob is so damn full of himself, it's honestly suffocating. I don't know how I ever saw him as anything but the complete asshole he is. I'm constantly asking myself how we were ever dating, back then."
Aria and Jacob were in a 'relationship' back in 6th grade, but when Aria's mom started going downhill, she began shutting people out. After her mom's death in the late school year, she avoided just about everyone, including Jacob. When it came time for her to move in with her father and move districts/cities, she cut off all ties and changing her phone number. After a some time away from Jacob, Aria began thinking about their relationship for what it was. Especially after Aria heard how quickly he'd moved on, she just completely let it go and not too long after got into a relationship with her long-time friend Kol.

|| QUINTEN RUMANCEK ||

"Quinten seems real nice. Don't really know him too much, he was my ex's brother's best friend. We've got introductions out of the way but don't know things like each other's favorite colors. You know, the important stuff. Hah."
-will fill out soon-

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qυιnтen rumancek

qυιnтen rumancek

^{Face Claim: Logan Lerman}


“тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.”
― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower

Don't Act Like You Know Me

|| NAME ||

Quinten Ezra Rumancek. I prefer Ezra at home and among close friends, but normally go by Quinn. Either of the two work for me, though.

|| GENDER ||

I'm a dude, last I checked.

|| AGE ||

15-years-old. Just turned a couple weeks ago.

|| GRADE ||

9^th grade.

|| SEXUALITY ||

Heterosexual.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Fresh out of a relationship. Currently single.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

I stand tall for my age, at 6'2 and weigh roughly 196 lbs. A bit chunkier than I'd like to be, but whatever. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft grey, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arm open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time, and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, slitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar.

It's All Fun And Games

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

+ Generous
+ Polite
+ Respectful
+ Loyal
+ Observant
+ Persistent
+ Soft-hearted
- Hard Headed
- Sarcastic
- Impatient
- Boorish at times, depending on situation
- Says things before thinking when mad/upset sometimes

|| PERSONALITY ||

I'm a people-pleaser. I’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done me wrong. In my opinion, I'm quite a natural leader.. although I’d rather be a team player, most times. Being the team lead isn’t that difficult for me to become. I can have quite the temper, though. Rub me the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of my 'Mr. Hyde'. I've got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really I just like to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. I have this rule that papa passed down to me, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it first.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For my age, I'm wise beyond my years and most definitely independent, or so I've been told.. Must have been brought up due to the fact my father wasn't around to teach me how to be a man, so I taught myself. Growing up without a father present most times, while taking care of my baby sister while mom has been distracted by her own troubles over the years, all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as I don't like to, I know how to follow orders and am well-disciplined. Can thank my papa for that. With my dad absent, my papa and uncle both stepped in and became the only 'father figures' I've had in my life.

|| QUIRKS ||

→ I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet.
→ Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning to you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.”
→ I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is.
→ For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it.
→ When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth.
→ Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position, though I have never been in the military. Guess I get it from my dad and papa.
→ Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles.

|| HOBBIES ||

→ Journaling
→ Singing
→ Western horse-back riding
→ Online Gaming - PC for WOW & CoD for Xbox
→ Eating..
→ Breathing...
→ Netflix....?
→ Football

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ Lifted trucks
+ Dogs
+ Video games
+ Guns/Shooting/Hunting
+ Playing acoustic guitar
+ Singing ^{(although he likes to keep this somewhat secret)}
+ Archery
+ Board games
+ ATVs
+ Military-related anything
+ Camping
+ Day-trips to the river/lake
+ Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work
- Homework
- People
- Chores
- Bullies
- Being alone/single
- People who talk too much
- Words or phrases repeated over and over
- Overly hyper people
- Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO!
- Squash..just, no.
- And meatloaf. No meatloaf.

Things Aren't At All What They Seem

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

→ Mother ☬ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ☬ Works at Culver's as Asst. Manager
→ Father ☬ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ^{(guy on far right)} ☬ Deployed Navy SEAL, On Mission
→ Older Brother ☬ James Tanner Rumancek ☬ Deployed Army, Over-seas
→ Younger Sister ☬ Skylar Josephine Rumancek ☬ 7th Grade at neighboring Junior High
→ Grandpa ☬ Joseph Rumancek ☬ Retired Marine, tends to ranch & participates in Cattle Drives
→ Uncle ^{Dad's brother} & Cousin ☬ John & Peter Rumancek ☬ Helps Grandpa with farm & Peter is in 2nd Grade
→ 2 Cousins & Aunt ☬ Destiny, Jestina and Leah Rumancek ☬ Senior at Arrowsmith, College Freshman, helps grandpa on ranch

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

Our house isn't really anything to brag about. It's nice and all, but.. it just seems empty anymore. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. In the backyard we have a pool, which is nice for the summer time. Of course, out front we fly an American flag in respect for all the men and women who've fought for our country, especially our grandpa and my dad. The floors of our house are wooden, the walls are covered with scattered pictures and a couple of mounted animal heads. One being mine, the rest my father's. I've got my first buck mounted on the wall beside the door that leads down to my basement-turned-bedroom. There's two parts to my room. One part is where my loft bed, desk, couch and dressers are. The other part, separated by two glass doors by the stairs, is my little theater/gaming room. My uncle helped me set it up.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

I have a truck, but I'm not old enough to drive it yet. My grandpa got it for me for my birthday this year. It's the exact truck I've been wanting for years. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3. I only have to wait one more year to drive her. Legally, anyway. Grandpa lets me drive it around on his ranch. With him or Uncle John in the passenger seat at all times, though. Haven't gotten to drive her by myself, yet.

People Will Tell You Stories, I'll Tell You The Truth

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

What I'm about to say are things I don't tell to just anyone, okay? So please, don't throw it back in my face and make me regret saying anything. |Quinten takes a second, looking you dead in the eye before dropping his head as he begins to speak again.| My dad has been in the military since before I was born. I never really got to make much of a bond with him, and have spent my better years getting close with my mom. You very well may say I'm a 'momma's boy'. Two years after I was born, my sister was brought into my life. As weird as it may sound, she and I don't really fight like your 'average' brothers and sisters do. We got that out of our systems years ago. Our older brother and I used to fight a lot, but since he moved out and joined the Army, we haven't so much as talked very much.

Skylar and I are pretty much each other's best friends. We talk about anything and everything, just about. Although, she doesn't quite get the way I feel about our dad. He acknowledges me, but spends most of his time around my sister when he's home. She's smart. Genius, even. She gets all A's in her classes, except the stray B+ she got in her science class. That's one thing we both aren't too savvy with. English and History are our major favorites in school. And PE, in a sense. Depending on the sports activities they have us do.

During the summer, and weekends in the school year, I go out to my grandpa's farm and help him with the work. Branding calves, putting down the wild dogs that terrorize our livestock, and making sure anything and everything else is in order. Sometimes, if I catch Uncle John in time from picking Peter up from school, mom lets me catch a ride with him out to grandpa's farm on school nights. My mom hasn't been very happy lately. She doesn't say it, but you can see it in her eyes. The way they don't light up the way they used to, or the way her smile doesn't fully reach to her ears the way it did when she was truly happy. Even when dad comes home, she's not her usual self. As much as I try to help, it's nice to get out from the funk hanging around our house. It's a heavy weight on my chest that's hard to shake, anymore. The house is way too quiet, these days.

On days when the weight becomes unbearable and I have to escape for a while, I talk to Uncle John and grandpa in search of help. Me being 'the man of the house' while dad's away, it's basically my responsibility to make sure everything in our house is right. These days, I've been having trouble doing what's right. Over the summer, my mom caught me smoking for the first time with my Junior High buddy, Mark, and she really took off on me. I'm currently grounded. Probably will be for the rest of my life. Guess it's a good thing I didn't care too much for the cigg.

I act out every now and then. As much as I'd like to deny it, I know it's true. How could I not? My mom insisted I go talk with the counselor once a week. There's no avoiding it. This is my life, and I've got to deal with it. This year, I hope to get my grades back on track. Last year they weren't so good. I want to get into Choir, Drama or Band. I think I'd feel at home among the people in those classes. I've never really been one to fit in. Only ever had one or two really good friends. Since moving to a new school, I have to make all brand new friends. Guess that's another goal of mine. Making a new friend this year, besides my English teacher. I mean, if my English teacher was the only friend I made this year, that would be sorta depressing.

|| THEME SONG ||

I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik
<sub>now yoυ ĸnow мe, and ι'м noт aғraιd
and ι wanna тell yoυ wнo ι aм
can yoυ нelp мe вe a мan?
тнey can'т вreaĸ мe
aѕ long aѕ ι ĸnow wнo ι aм

тнey can’т тell мe wнo тo вe,
‘caυѕe ι’м noт wнaт тнey ѕee.
yeaн, тнe world ιѕ ѕтιll ѕleepιn’,
wнιle ι ĸeep on dreaмιn’ ғor мe.
and тнeιr wordѕ are jυѕт wнιѕperѕ
and lιeѕ тнaт ι’ll never вelιeve.</sub>

|| OTHER ||

This is my backpack for this year. It's just a tactical sling pack.
On my person, you can usually find me carrying around my Yamaha APX 7A acoustic electric guitar in its hard case. The guitar is a deep forest green, itself.
I've got the responsibility of taking care of 5 animals in the house. 3, technically 4 of which are mine. My dogs Jack (6 y.o. Corgi) and Bagheera (2 ^1/2 y.o. black Pit Bull Terrier), stallion Brego (4 ^1/2 y.o) and colt Cisco (5 m.o.). I also take care of the mare that bred with Brego. It's only temporary. We will be returning her to grandpa's friend soon. Cisco is almost ready to wean. Another month, maybe. My sister also has this cat of hers that hangs around me every now and then. It's name is Marley. We don't know how old he is, but from what I know about cats, he looks like a Maine Coon? The shelter said his tail got amputated when they rescued him cause he got ran over and broke it, and the shelter vet thought it be best just to cut it off all together. Not much of a cat person, honestly, but Marley is the coolest and most chill cat you'll ever meet! We've had him for about 7 years now, so he's getting up there in age.

qυιnтen'ѕ relaтιonѕ ѕнeeт

|| CALEB McKINNON ||

"Caleb has been like a brother to me. A little brother, since I'm a few months older. Haha. I've acted as the protective older brother with him. He doesn't know it, but I've gotten into fights for that guy. He's always been the brains, and I the brawn. I guess it's just because how close in personality he and I are that we became so close. We're both kind of wallflowers, I guess you could say. Well, at least that's what Caleb has always said. It's true, though."
Caleb and Quinten have been friends for years. Their friendship grew pretty fast, and have always been tight like two peas in a pod. Quinten is very protective of Caleb, and sometimes even attempts getting between fights amongst the McKinnon brothers.

|| JACOB McKINNON ||

"Jake's kind of a douche, but in a sense I guess he's like a brother. The ugly step-brother. Ha! Nah, but Jake's cool when he wants to be, I just tend to steer clear of him because I don't really care to be around asshats like him. When you're around Jake, everything is about him. Nothing else really matters, and it gets kind of annoying after a while. Nauseating, in fact."
While Quinten's friendship with Jacob's twin brother flourished, the friendship between Jacob and Quinten didn't even really start. When they were younger, Quinten and Jacob got along decently well but as they grew older Quinten stopped trying with Jake. Quinten still manages a 'hello' if he happens to run into Jake, but other than that doesn't say too much to him.

|| ARIA DELANEY ||

"Aria is chill. I've met her once or twice. She and Jake used to be a thing. I feel bad for the poor girl. How did she tolerate being in a relationship with him? Can't imagine how that was.. although for a while, Jake was real bitter over her leaving and completely ditching him. At first I thought badly of her for just up and leaving him, like, I get it he's an asshole but he's human too. Then I overheard about her mother passing that year, and that's why she distanced herself and eventually just fell off the map. Hear she's coming back this year, though. This outta be good."
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The Wanderers of Druid Peak

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