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			            Teenage angst. The worst thing ever. It`s even worse if you`re ostracized at your school for what you wear , how you act and your sexual preference. Man , high school is the worst. Of course , most of the people that are ignored and made fun of band together and stick together for comfort.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            Rules : 
  oo1. Yes , this is suppossed to be depressing. I haven`t seen one of these roleplays in forever. oo2. Real pictures , NO ANIME oo3. Please be literate and make your posts look pwetty. oo4. I don`t want anybody dying , so no killing. Okay? oo5. ToS whatever. oo6. Swearing and violence is nice. oo7. Romance i loved , but not above PG - 16. Wanna have sex take it to the PMs. oo8. So yeah.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 8:23 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Character Skeletons : [align=center][size=9][b]They Call Me[/b] ( Name ) [b]I Have Had[/b] ( Age ) [b]Birthdays[/b] [b]I Am Clearly[/b] ( Gender ) [b]People Tell Me That I`m[/b] ( Personality ) [b]Sad To Say I Am[/b] ( Sexuality ) [b]I Absolutly Love[/b] ( Likes ) [b]I Despise[/b] ( Dislikes ) [b]It All Started When I Was[/b] ( Bio. I want at least a paragraph and a half. ) [b]When I Look In The Mirror I See[/b] ( Picture ) [b]I Almost Forgot[/b] ( Anything else )[/size][/align]          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:21 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            They Call Me Ziegfried Kao  I Have Had 17 Birthdays  I Am Clearly Male  People Tell Me That I`m really quiet and secretive.  Sad To Say I Am Gay  I Absolutly Love Candy , Visual Kei and Singing. I Despise Those people , writing and math.  It All Started When I Was nine years old. My parents got divorced , and my mom didn`t want me so she gave me to my dad. My dad got clincally depressed , so he started drinking. I didn`t like to see him drunk , so I would go out and around the town until the morning. When I came back one day he was drunk already and yelled at me for going out without his permission. That was when it started. He grabbed a book and began beating me with it. This continued and got worse over the years. He has beaten me with whatever is in his reach , which includes a hot fire poker that he branded me with the letter F , since he continuesly calls me his f*****t son. The boys in the locker room noticed and started making fun of me. And so here I am today , scarred and being beaten by my father and all the kids at school.  When I Look In The Mirror I See Somebody that needs a savior.  I Almost Forgot I am made fun of for being gay and for what I wear.
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                     Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 2:23 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             They Call Me- Aido Knight  I Have Had 16 Birthdays I Am Clearly male People Tell Me That I am- Shy and kind. Very submissive and can never be mean to anyone. Protects the ones he is close to with his life because he never wants to lose anyone again. Stronger than I look. Sad To Say I Am Bi I Absolutely Loves Fruit I Despise Peanuts It All Started When I Was Four years old... My house burned down. My parents died in the fire but I somehow survived. Since then I have been traveling around, doing random jobs, looking for nothing in particular. I never really talk to anyone because they shun and laugh at me. I sleep in dark alleys or the occasional abandoned building. When I Look In The Mirror I See A Trapped Soul I Almost Forgot I say sorry a lot for some reason.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 2:50 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Aido KnightAido walks up and down the streets late at night. He loved walking at night, it always calms him down. He takes in a breath of fresh air and walks over to a tree. Aido climbs it easily and sits on one of the lower branches. He swings his feet freely as he thinks of his past... Of his family. A tear escapes and he rubs it away not wanting anyone to see. He sighs and leans against the trunk of the tree. "I promised myself i wouldn't cry anymore..." He whispers to himself. He looks around trying to find something to distract himself from life, from thinking about what will come on Monday... school.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            They Call Me Tara Forrest  I Have Had 17 Birthdays  I Am Clearly female  People Tell Me That I`m quiet and somewhat submissive but i stick up for my friends  Sad To Say I Am bisexual  I Absolutly Love screamo music, reading, and the color black.  I Despise preppy people, people with whiny voices,  condescending people. It All Started When I Was 15.  i was living with my stepmom while she and my dad were starting a crazy divorce. my dad said that i could stay with her for as long as i wanted, so i planned to finish out high school with her. my dad and my sister moved into his girlfriend's house. it was going ok (as well as a divorce can go, with some screaming matches throw in) when my dad called me one day and said "pack your damn bag, i'll be there in an hour." i've been living here since then, at her house with her preppy demon daughter and my freaky preppy sister. she's tried to win me over by buying me stuff. too bad for her that it doesnt work that way. so i'm sitting in my room listening to killswitch engage and trying not to kill myself before graduation. When I Look In The Mirror I See  a freak I Almost Forgot i'm emo, and i cut. don't like it, too bad. dont try to change me unless you've got a REALLY good reason.
  oh, and i have no friends. i wish i could get noticed for a change, but that's not gonna happen.
           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:34 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             ✖zιєɢғяιє∂✖ ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆ cαи ωє ρяєтєи∂ тнαт αιяρℓαиєs ιи тнє иιɢнт sкч  αяє ℓιкє sнσσтιиɢ sтαяs? Ziegfried sighed and kicked at a rock on the road. He could feel people staring at him , only because of the cut that was bleeding on his lip and the clothes that he wore. Ziegfried grabbed a napkin out of his pocket and dabbed at his lip , grimacing as he felt the cut widen a bit. He was used to split lips , after all he got one almost once a week. Ziegfried began heading towards the park , and he put his iPod on and started listening to D`espairsRay. He began singing along as he walked towards the park , ignoring the looks that he got from people.
  When Ziegfried reached the park , he cell phone vibrated and he picked it up. Ziegfried grimaced as he read the I.D. It was his father. He hit the accept button and lifted the phone to his ear. " H - hello? " " Get your sorry a** home right now. " Ziegfried`s father hung up , and Ziegfried sighed and began heading towards his house. As soon as he opened the door , he was wacked in the face witih a book.  " GET TO YOUR ROOM. " Ziegfried nodded and ran up to his room , closing the door quietly and locking it. He dropped his bag and walked to his window , opening it and climbing out onto the roof. He climbed up the top and sat there , turning his iPod on and started to sing Airplanes. He took out the star fruit that he had bought and cut it up , then began eating it. After all , the only food he got was the food he bought. ι cσυℓ∂ яєαℓℓч υsє α ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:51 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Aido Knight Aido watched as the boy walked past. He noticed his spilt lip and narrowed his eyes "wonder how he got that" Aido whispered to himself. The boy's phone rang and he answered it. The boy seemed nervous as he did so. 
  Aido started to wonder how bad the boy had it and wanted to confront him. Aido decided to follow the boy and see where he was going. He hopped out of the tree quietly and made sure to stay in the shadows so he would not be seen.
  The boy walked up to a house and an older guy hit the boy with something... A book? Aido stood under a tree and waited for the boy to come out of the house but he didn't have to wait long. The boy climbed out of a window and on to the roof. The boy put in headphones and Aido sighed.
  "Great now how am im suppose to get his attention." Aido sighs. He looks at the ground and sees a few pebbles. He smiles getting an idea. Aido picks up some of the pebbles and walks into the road. He carefully throws the small rocks at the boy on the roof. He misses the first two times but hits the boy on the knee the third.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:01 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             ✖zιєɢғяιє∂✖ ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆ cαи ωє ρяєтєи∂ тнαт αιяρℓαиєs ιи тнє иιɢнт sкч  αяє ℓιкє sнσσтιиɢ sтαяs? Ziegfried blinked as a pebble hit his knee. He stood up and brushed himself off , then walked over to the ledge of the roof and glanced over it. Ziegfried looked around , then noticed the boy standing on the ground with pebbles in his hand. Ziegfried furrowed his eyebrows , then shrugged and walked over to the escape ladder and slid down it. 
  Ziegfried walked over to Aido , then realized that that was one of the people that looked at him earlier. He blushed , then lifted his hand up to the bruise that was forming on the side of his face. " Um. . .hi. " Ziegfried looked away , then closed his eyes. " Y - You`ll probably want to leave. If my dad found ou - " " ZIEGFRIED. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Ziegfried cringed at the sound of his father`s voice , then looked at Aido. " I - I have to go. I`ll be right back. " Ziegfried ran back to the escape ladder and climbed up it , then onto the roof. He grabbed the rest of his starfruit and shoved it into his pocket , then walked over to his window , took in a deep breath and climbed in. Ziegfried immediatly got smashed in the face with a beer bottle. Ziegfried gasped , then slowly lifted his face up and looked at his dad. He could feel the shards of glass that were stuck in his face , and he glared up at his dad , then walked over to him and shoved him out of his room. His dad stumbled back and hit the wall , then immediatly passed out on the floor. Ziegfried sighed , knowing that he would be okay. He walked out to the roof and slid down the ladder again , then turned and looked at Aido. " S - so. . .why are you here? " He asked , then winced as he began taking the shards of glass out of his face. ι cσυℓ∂ яєαℓℓч υsє α ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:56 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Aido Knight Aido watched as the boy looked over the roof and climb down. Once Ziegfried got closer, he could see the bruise starting to form on the side on his face. Probably from the older guy in the house. Aido wanted to help this boy but didn't know how.
  "Um...hi. Y-You'll probably want to leave. If my dad found ou-" So that older guy is his dad...Then his dad yells. I cringe a bit but try to hide it. Aido stands and watches as the boy runs off. He watches the boy climb back into his window and hears glass break. Aido resists the urge to run up there and help him. You just can't run into someones house.
  Ziegfried comes back down and has shards of glass in his face. Aido gasps slightly and glares back at the window. He would not let this happen again. Aido's expression softens as he walks up to Ziegfried and he puts a hand under the boys chin. Aido tilts his head up a bit and gently helps Ziegfried take the glass out of his face. Aido tries not to cause the boy anymore pain then he is already in.
  "I saw you walking in the park... You had the busted lip and.... and i was wondering if you needed any help... or something..." Aido says shyly stepping backwards once he was finished taking the glass out. Aido looks up at the boy. "Oh... I haven't introduced myself. I am Aido Knight." He says holding his hand out towards the boy.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 2:11 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            They Call Me Leema Nightmare I Have Had 16 Birthdays  I Am Clearly not what you think I am People Tell Me That I`m quiet, antisocial, a crossdresser Sad To Say I Am a pansexual I Absolutely Love women's clothing I Despise most people It All Started When I Was six years old. Up until then, I'm sure I had a lovely life. Mother and father loving you, caring for you, actually getting along. Yeah, that didn't last long. My mom ran out on my dad for cheating on her, while she was actually doing the same. Talk about double-standards. My dad talked about how all women were evil she-witches, and they should never be trusted. Well, in a way, I suppose he was right. The woman he was with stole all the money from his bank account, and ran out on him for someone richer. I don't care what became of the two, all I know is, ever since then, my life has been hell. And it's all because I got my mother's looks. Almost every night, my father, either drunk or high off of his recent addiction, will command me to wear women's clothing and began to sexually assault me. If I don't do as he says, he tells me he'll throw me out of the house and kill me. As much as I'd love for him to do it, it never happens that way. When I do resist, he knocks me out and continues doing what he does, leaving me battered and bleeding on the floor. I hate the feeling of not knowing what that slimy monster did to me, so I hardly ever resist. And because of him, I've gotten use to wearing girl's clothes, it's become a habit of mine. I wear it all the time, because most people are more gentle with girls. But that doesn't mean I can't fight back. If someone tries taking advantage of me, there will be hell to pay. I suppose people get that vibe from me, and that's why they always leave me alone. It's alright though, it's always better this way. I might get hurt, but that doesn't mean anyone else needs to. When I Look In The Mirror I See A monstrosity of nature I Almost Forgot I look like a girl. No person has ever thought I was a boy when they first look at me. And by the time they find out, they're too disgusted to find out about me          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            Leema Nightmare
  The Crossdressing Monstrosity   __________________________________________________
  [Woooo~ Long long post~ But no, I'd be lucky if it was even half this size all the time. Trying to get better at showing paragraphs. Sooo...hope this is good]
  Leema couldn't help but be jealous as he stared at all the people walking by. He was in a park, so it was mostly those stupid happy couples. Obviously, he wasn't jealous of them. He was jealous of the fact that they had normal lives with normal friends and family. Standing up from the park bench, the boy continued his walk around the darkening scenery. His father was expecting him. What would it be this time? Some rare, 60 year old booze? Or maybe heroin. He'd lost track of his father's recent addiction, not that it mattered anyway. The outcome was always the same.
  Shivering in the cold breeze, Leema hitched up the torn sleeve of his shirt, hiding a rather nasty looking hickey. Love bites, as some people called them. Ha, what a laugh. There was no love where these came from. Just adulterated lust, sickening to him but still unable to get away. What was worst, knowing you submitted to it, or not knowing what happened? He didn't know, so he just submitted. The boy hated that, but he had no idea what else was possible. He continued walking, ignoring all the people around him. He was heading close to home, but he didn't want to go there just yet.
  Stopping, noticing no one was close, Leema raised bright blue eyes high to the sky, staring at all the twinkling stars. "Why have you forsaken me? They say God protects the weak. You're suppose to help me during this. Be with me, carry me though the hardships. But...you just leave me here. Would it be better for me to die?" Dark clouds began covering the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance. "What, are you mocking me now? Come on, I know you can do better than that!" Lightning flashed, and Leema let out a shrill laugh, border-lining on hysterical as he grinned like a lunatic. He threw out his arms and began spinning in place, his hair flying wildly from the wind around him. "That's more like it! Hit me, come on! Take me out of this world!!" And then...it began to rain.
  No thunder, no lightning, just rain. The boy's face fell, his arms falling limp to his side. "Fine....I see how it is. I'm not even worth killing. Maybe I can find somewhere to drown myself." With nothing left but despair, the boy continued on his way, tears falling down his cheeks as rain pelted him. "The one good thing about rain, no one can see when you cry." He murmured, rubbing at his eyes as they kept falling. All he wanted was for the pain to finally end. Just everything to end.
  __________________________________________________ Why have you forsaken me? They say God protects the weak. You're suppose to help me during this. Be with me, carry me though the hardships. But...you just leave me here. Would it be better for me to die? Or am I not even good enough for the Almighty to kill? He wouldn't want to sully his hands with the likes of me.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:35 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             ✖zιєɢғяιє∂✖ ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆ cαи ωє ρяєтєи∂ тнαт αιяρℓαиєs ιи тнє иιɢнт sкч  αяє ℓιкє sнσσтιиɢ sтαяs? Ziegfried blushed as Aido lifted up his face and began taking the glass out. He winced slightly everytime a piece was taken out , then when it was over he blinked a couple of times at Aido. " I - I`m Ziegfried , " he said, then shook Aido`s hand. He sighed and dropped his hand , then shrieked as he saw lightening in the distance and heard thunder. As it began to rain , Ziegfried twitched he felt the rain hit his cuts and wash the blood away from his face. A sudden pain filled his chest , and he choked out a sob , then crouched down and began sobbing uncontrolably , letting out the pent up sobs he had held in for the past 3 hours.
  Ziegfried continued sobbing , then suddenly stood up and looked towards the street. He watched as crowds of people past , but one thing stood out to him - a boy that was walking alone in the rain. Ziegfried cocked his head curiously , then shook his head and turned back to Aido. " I have to go. " He said , then walked to the escape ladder. He waved at Aido , then climbed up the ladder and back into his window. He walked over to his sleeping father , then sighed and shut his door. Ziegfried closed his window and blinds , then stripped off all his clothes and hung them up in his closet. He looked at himself in the mirror , then twisted himself around so he could see his back in the mirror. He traced a finger over the F that was clearly branded on his back. Ziegfried shuddered when he remembered that in a few days , his father would redo the brand.
  ooc:// hey mew! :D but long posts are fun , yes? o 3o ι cσυℓ∂ яєαℓℓч υsє α ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ωιsн яιɢнт иσω ☆═━━━━━━━┈┈━━━━━━━═☆          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			             Aido Knight Aido held on to Ziegfried as he sobbed. . It hurt aido to see him like this. He hated seeing anyone sad but this... This was different. It actually felt like he was going to cry too. Aido tried to comfort him but he wasn't sure if he was making it better or worse. He whispered things like "It'll be alright" and "It's okay" saying it to both Ziegfried and himself.
  Aido let go of Ziegfried when he stood up. Aido stood up as well. He looked to where Ziegfried was looking and seen the boy. Ziegfried announced that he had to leave. "Oh... Okay. Bye." Aido watched him leave and climb up the ladder. He waved back and put a fake smile on his face for Ziegfried.
  The Aido thought of something. "When will I...!" but it was already to late. Ziegfried's blinds were closed and Aido sighs knowing he can't hear anymore.
  "... see you again...." He walks over to a tree across the street and sits under it so he would have at least some shelter from the rain. It was better than standing out in the middle of the road. Aido watches the boy walk alone in the street as he takes out his pocket knife and starts carving into the tree trunk.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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