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Name: Angie Donahues
User Name: Kryptonite120
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Sex: Female
Oreientation: Straight
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Personality: Usualy wears very baggy clothes, always in a hurry, tired and overworked. almost never wears genes or skirts and never wears much color. Ang is very nice but always busy. Constantly falling appart at the seems and nearly at the brink of tears. No one knows her all too well because she never has the time for a social life. works hard and gets things done. 4.0 student balancing school, two jobs and a son.
Bio: Aiden is 4 months old and a very happy little boy. He love's his mother very much and she loves him just as much. Ang had a boyfriend, beautiful and a true gentleman. He'd be here today if it weren't for the car accidnet. Aiden was born two months premie because of a car accident. Angie and Her boyfriend Michael were on their way to a holloween party when a drunk driver hit them head on. Michael was unconcious and someone managed to get her safely and out of the car without her even aware of it. Angie went into labour and almost lost Aiden. But all was well. Angies mom delivered the news of Michaels passing and for a week she would do nothing. She wouldn;t even hold her son. but soon the grief lifted and Angie took responsibility. She lives with her mom, her dad live's in Florida and rights offten, he's an airforce base down there. It takes a toll on her parents marriage, but they're sticking it through. Angie balances school, two jobs and Aiden, trying to prepare herself for when mommy and daddy aren't there to hold her hand, but the emotional toll is heavily weighted and getting heavier.
Other: Angie has lots of scars from the accident on her arms from covering her face. They trail all over in an odd intricate design of pale moon and silk skin, soft and sacred, the lasting memory of he man who was her son's father and most likely her furture husband.

Name: Marianne [Mary] Torenson
User Name: The Bleeding Swan
Age: 16
Grade: 11
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
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Personality: Mary used to be happy and determined, that is, until her parents died. Now she is forced to take care of herself and has become withdrawn and quiet, almost oblivious to those around her.
Bio: Before her parents’ death, Mary was always the successful one, but when her parents died in a tragic car accident, she had to prove to a jury that she could support herself & her 12 year old sister, Alice so they could stay out of a foster home. She had assumed then that after it was all said and done, things would look up, but she was mistaken. Her demeanor and self-esteem have slipped more and more, is there any hope for her?


Name: Anthony Lockhart
User Name: ship-wreaked1
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Sex: Male
Oreientation: Bi-sexual
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Personality: Anthony is a very shy guy but can be extremely nice.
Bio: Anthony used to be the happiest child you'd ever lay your eyes on, He was also the nicest guy ever until he was 4when he mom died trying to protect him from his father who was a very abusive drunk. After that he became very rebelious and tried his hardest not to even look at his father until he was 16. He was asleep one night, his dad came into his room drunk out of his skull and started hit Anthony then after it all he raped him to the point where Anthony was passed out on his bed in pain. He woke up in the hospital a day later and found out his father gave him HIV. That turned him very shy. So now he likes to stay away from everyone and anyone.
Other: Anthony loves snakes

Name: Daniel Hersch
User Name: Dae Dae
Age: 19
Grade: 12
Sex: male
Oreientation: homosexual
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Personality: Daniel is usually fairly upbeat and energetic, but easily distracted. He doesn't pay that much attention to other people, not because he is anti-social but because he loses interest and changes gears all too quickly. He is also prone to manic and depressive episodes which he is being medicated for.
Bio: Daniel has lived with his divorcee mother since he was six years old. Usually his parents' divorce is old news that just does not factor into his life, but on occasion he has been known to still fly into a rage over it or become depressed and suicidal. His mother has gotten him professional help and thinks it is enough, but despite medication Daniel still has episodes and has fallen into pain reliever and alcohol abuse. Recently his grades have started to slip and he has already been held back for a year. His teachers all agree that while Daniel is more than capable of doing the work, the will to do so simply is not there. The only things he still excels in are the arts; he has a love for fashion design and acting. He is often sketching when he should be working. There were more psychiatric visits, second and third opinions but Daniel shows a reluctance to be helped at all.

Name: Georgie Rose Paeiyne
User Name: Gwen of Air 13
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Sex: female
Orientation: Bisexual
Image: Georgie
Personality: Quiet and awkward around people. She likes doing things that don't require human interaction, like drawing and writing.
Bio: Georgie came from a well-off family. She hated it, however, because her father was a con-man. She left home at 15 to live with her boyfriend. She became pregnant when she was 16, and gave birth to twins about 2 months before she became 17. Her fiancee abandoned her 2 or three months after the babies were born, and she was left to take care of the infant on her own. After a year of this, she decided she wanted to drop out of school. And yet, she didn't have the heart to do it. She continued to leave her kids at a friend's house and go to school. She would then come back for her kids, and finish up the job of taking care of them. Now she's 18. It's her last year of school before she can work full time. Georgie doesn't plan to go to collage until the twins are 10, and understand why she wants to go to school, and why she needs to.
Other: Georgie is blind in her left eye.



Name: James 'J' Handston
User Name: Teh_Emo_Child
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Sex: Male
Oreientation: Straight
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Personality: James is just an average, everyday teen trying to make his life work around an abusive father, an uncaring mother, and a reblious side. He's managed to make his way through school without much problems, though his alter personailty has had a few issues. He dislikes most colors and most people, feeling they wouldn't understand what he goes through each other day. He's a closet porn freak, and his gentle demenor only serves as a wall to keep his more personal feelings about people hidden away. He has an extreme weakness for anything dealing with chivalry and gentlemanly behavior, as well as women in distress.

Bio: When James was born, he grew up in a low middle class family with several personality conflicts. His father was a heavy drinker, and squandred alot of their money on gambling and drinking with his friends. His mother was a whore, bringing men home while his dad was gone. She never knew he was always awake, and her moans and screams inflicted such horrible thoughts he collasped during school several times.
Abused by his father, James resolved to get stronger, to be able to protect himself from the man he grudgling called his father. He moved out as soon as he had found a place, and now lives in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. He steals what he can to live on, and manges through school. His best friend is the abandoned puppy he found when he moved in, and he's taken care of it as best he could. He felt protective of the puppy, and continues to protect him, keeping him around, often tieing him up outside of the school, walking him back to their home when they've done all they could for the day. Recently, when he stopped back to see his mother, she took him to the doctors after his demnor changed drastically and he attacked her and her new boyfriend. It was then he was diagnosed with MPS (Mutliple Personality Syndrome) While he had medications to begin with, he abused them heavily, they made him feel calm. Now he has no money and steals as much alchol as possible to keep himself under control as much as possible.
Other:

Angie pulled up outside Anne's, the woman who was ever so kind as to watch baby Aiden for very little. She held such sympathy for the teenager she only charged ten bucks a day. A whole day. Angie sighed and climbed out of the tacky tan run down car. She could never remember what kind it was, it didn't really matter. She hefted the car seat out of the back seat and ran up to the town house, it's honey colored shudders a grave contrast to it's deep dark forrest wood exterior. Angie knocked on the door and Anne quickly opened it, she ran through the door and set Aiden down, putting the blue teddy bear diaper bag down next to it. "I can't thank you enough, Anne."
"You say that every day, dear. Now go to school before you'r late."
Ang nodded and ran back out to her car, leaving the warm house behind with her baby, it tore through her every time. Like a hole. fraying at the edges, my baby...

Angie pulled into a parking spot and sat there for a few moments. She finally cut the engine. She grabbed her black back pack and left the car's heat. She wore very baggy dark grey parachute type sweat pants that had large pockets at the knees and non at the hips. She was wearing a baggy Disturbed tee-shirt, so big she swam in it. Her chucks were slightly worn and scuffed and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She seemed so thin and frail no one would have ever guessed she was a mother. she had forgotten her jacket again so she rushed into the school, seeking something better than the freezing cold that gripped her from the inside and out.

Mary sighed as she rolled out of bed. Pulling on a white & pink striped shirt, she put on the smile she saved for her only sister, Alice. Walking across the bedroom to the other bed, she looked at the skinny figure of her little sister that was a lump under a blanket.
"C'mon sweetie." She said quietly. "You need to get up for school." Sure enough, the lump under the blanket stirred, and with a few grumbles, Alice slipped on to the floor. Mary handed her some fresh clothes, her backpack, and a granola bar. "There you go, get changed and then wait in the living room for me, okay?" Turning around, Mary headed for the bathroom where she showered and brushed her teeth. Pulling the shirt back on, an alarm went off somewhere in the house. "Ugh... Already?" It was the alarm that went off when it was time for Mary and Alice to leave the house.. Running out with still-wet hair, she sighed again and pulled on a long black wool coat, it was getting quite chilly outside. After doing the same for Alice, they headed out of the door and towards an old Ford pick-up truck.

After dropping Alice at her middle school, Mary's posture almost instantly diminished. She needed to look strong for Alice, but when she was alone... Well that was a different story. Things had been difficult since the sisters' parents' deaths. Soon, she was at the high school, and when she had parked, she got up and walked towards the school. Opening the door, she went to her locker and stowed her stuff inside. Closing her locker she turned around and slid down to the floor, waiting for first bell.

Andrew had set about bumming in the hallways until it was time for class. He joked with a few people he knew, ignored a few people he hated and was generally having a normal morning. Something he was increasingly grateful for these days. He walked past a locker with a girl sitting against it, slumped a bit and looking kind of miserable. "What's up, pussycat?" Daniel queries the unknown girl. On another day he might have just walked by, but today he felt like stopping. He shoved his hands in his pocket self consciously. The scars around his forearms and wrists were light and pretty old, but he still thought about them and tried to hide them whenever he was in short sleeves. "You look like your best friend kidnapped your dog or something."

Mary was surprised as the boy came up two her. She was not used to any attention at school other than that of teachers badgering her about slipping grades. About to respond to the boy, Another person walked up, this time a girl. Standing up, she sighed and tried to think of something to say. "No, he doesn't know me." She said to the girl, who she now realized was someone who had a locker near her own, one of those people she could recognize, but had never really spoken to. However, Mary had never seen the boy before. "He just asked me a question, and yes I'm fine." Or no worse than usual. She added to herself. "I'm Mary by the way, and I just.... have a headache." She finished lamely, not being able to think of a better story to explain the look of sadness the boy had obviously seen. Was it really that obvious? I really shouldn't expose my emotions so... openly. I'm not at my best, but that doesn't mean that everyone needs to know, especially not strangers.

Mary smiled at the girl's warm words, but she knew she couldn't miss school again without a truancy officer visiting me. She sighed. "I can't, I've missed too much already, and I can't have the truancy officer come and get me." This was completely true because in the contract that gave Mary custody of Alice it said that she had to stay out of trouble in school to maintain her position as legal guardian of her sister. Leaning over to pick up the picture for the girl, Mary paused to look at it. "Awwww, he's so cute. Is this your little brother?" She asked, a genuine smile on her face.