Poésie Bluebell Carolina Sundance


La plus grande partie de la semaine >>> S.S.S.S.S., F.S.S.S. 11.
D'après les résultats de l'enquête, les résultats de l'enquête sur l'état de santé de la population canadienne ont été évalués à la juste valeur par rapport aux résultats de l'enquête sur l'état de santé de la population canadienne.
Les citations et les interactions avec ((je pense que j'ai tout le monde en bas peut-être)

La poésie était encore un peu endolorie à ce sujet. Bien qu'elle ait senti un peu de dégoût, l'eau de soude amère, dans sa bouche sur toute l'épreuve le premier jour. Elle avait montré son côté plus embarrassant d'être un peu trempée dans sa loyauté. Sans parler des hommes de la classe supérieure la regardaient avec plus d'intérêt que de l'écarter comme une hippie bizarre. L'attention a été agréable au début, mais Peotry a réalisé que la manière difficile que tout était peu profond à la fin. Personne ne voulait la connaître. Ils voulaient juste être connus comme quelqu'un qui la connaissait.
Et puis viennent découvrir que tout ce drame était issu de quelque chose d'aussi insignifiant et peu profond qu'un argument d'enfance. Mortifié était un meilleur mot. La petite fae semblait avoir son éclat un peu amorti par toute l'épreuve, retombant dans son ancienne obscurité d'étrangeté. Et les gens étaient trop faciles pour l'oublier, ne serait-ce que pour retourner la traiter comme un spectacle à pied dans la foire de rue.
Et la jeune fille saule s'est remuée encore plus en elle-même avec son amie Abbie qui s'en va. Maintenant elle n'avait personne qui la comprenait. Personne. Bien sûr qu'il y avait quelques amis éloignés qui étaient amusés par elle, mais il n'y avait personne qui la comprenait. Ebony-Gold avait son cercle d'amis. Blakey Boy avait le sien. Et Kassy Boy n'avait pas besoin de s'inquiéter des soucis et des douleurs tendres d'une fille comme elle.
Tout allait bien. Très bien. Ses parents se sont inquiétés de son comportement bizarre. Elle semblait plus calme que d'habitude. Plus perdu dans la pensée. Moins de papillon qui riait, ils étaient habitués à flotter librement. Mais ses grands-parents ont insisté sur les douleurs croissantes de l'adolescence. Et peut-être qu'ils avaient raison. Peut-être que la douleur solitaire dans sa poitrine et l'orgueil meurtri disparaîtraient et guériraient comme si rien ne s'était passé. Ça n'a rien à voir avec elle de toute façon.
Le cahier de travail de Mme Kordos et l'organisation du classeur de Mme Ford étaient de grandes excuses pour ne pas parler aux autres et pour la plupart garder pour elle-même, à l'heure du déjeuner et à la maison.
La classe d'art de M. & Mme Porter lui donnait des ennuis. Elle n'avait pas assez d'étincelle pour entrer dans le dessin visuel et la peinture. M. Porter a essayé de lui parler après le cours, sa femme à ses côtés, pour l'aider à accéder à une « sortie pour ces épines plus profondes d'émotion » bien que différentes manières créatives. Après tout, tout le monde n'était pas peintre ou sculpteur.
De toute façon, sa créativité s'est évanouie du mouvement. Cette classe, avec son mélange d'Art, Choir et Band, lui a permis de poursuivre ses problèmes plus profonds avec plus d'un 'outlet' dans son mouvement comme des routines de danse et des chansons à chanter. Mme Porter et elle ont souvent parlé de nouveaux styles de musique pour essayer des routines de danse. Quant à l'apprentissage d'un instrument à la fin de l'année, la poésie n'était pas aussi inquiète. Toute sa famille connaissait les instruments qu'ils pouvaient lui apprendre. Bénéfices de vivre dans une maison hippie créative.
Et ainsi la première semaine s'est passée dans un flou flou. Le seul problème qui restait était le projet de volcan pour la foire des sciences. Ebony, Kas, Blake et Sadie étaient tous dans un groupe différent d'elle. Karma punissant d'être si mauvaise du tempérament, elle était convaincue. Et donc elle se taisait simplement autour des autres dans le groupe cinq. Elle n'offrirait pas de solutions ou ne prendrait pas la tête. Elle faisait tranquillement sa partie du travail pour le projet ou tout autre chose que tout le monde lui avait dit de faire. C'était son plan : ne pas faire d'impression. Ne vous gênez pas. Fais ce que tu as dit. 
Nathaniel était calme aussi, alors Poetry serait capable de dire des mots de temps en temps pour éviter d'être complètement irritante dans sa réserve. Nicoletta Soriano était... Eh bien, elle-même, la poésie supposée, donc il y avait ça. Quinten Rumancek et Lily Westburg aussi. Ils allaient probablement être un groupe tranquille à l'exception d'Ace-Ezera. Il était comme une comète brillante parmi les étoiles silencieuses. C'était lui qui brillait un peu plus que tous les autres, naturellement. Mais c'était peut-être parce qu'elle l'aimait plus que les étrangers, puisqu'il était l'ami de Kas.
Mais elle s'était embarrassée devant lui et sa petite amie et Kas, donc elle n'était pas trop excitante à avoir à porter sa honte et à parler dans le groupe avec lui. Prenant place près de ceux du groupe 5, comme Quinten et Lily, elle a sorti la pile de livres de bibliothèque qu'elle avait obtenu depuis le premier jour sur Pompéi et Mt. - Fuji. - C'est quoi, ça? Un volcan voulait dire des liens avec de vrais volcans, n'est-ce pas? Ces deux-là étaient ses favoris. Les Grecs en togas ou en Edo les gens en kimonos. La lecture de la vie quotidienne dans les deux périodes, dans les deux pays, a été beaucoup plus intéressante qu'elle ne le pensait.
Mais en entendant Quinten, elle suppose qu'ils ne voudront probablement pas faire le projet ou même en parler. Lily semblait plus intéressée par Jake de toute façon. Alors elle se leva de nouveau, ramassant ses livres, poussant ensuite dans son sac à dos avec un soupir profond et retournant à son siège habituel au centre de la classe. Le centre. L'œil de la tempête. Les gens tourbillonnent autour d'elle et pourtant elle est restée seule et inchangée.
Peut-être qu'elle aurait dû rester à la maison.
Lily et Jake bavardèrent et bavardèrent avec Quinten, tandis qu'il étouffait tranquillement la guitare, et Poetry battit ses doigts sur son bureau, regardant l'horloge. Elle a renversé la tête sur le côté et a fermé les yeux avec un soupir. Elle entendait la mélodie harcelante de la mélancolie qui la traînait dans le sol profond et lourd toute la semaine.
Comme une statue dans la glace, ses cheveux pâles sont tombés dans son dos, ses cils pâles s'aventurant sur les joues pâles. Dans sa chemise douce bleu décolorée et son jean de couleur claire, avec son pull à la crème surdimensionné, elle ressemblait à l'hiver, assise à son bureau, bourdonnant ses doigts. Humble à quelques accords de la guitare, elle soupira et s'appuya sur son siège, regardant le visage de l'horloge, qui la regarda critiquement.
"J'ai été laissé... pour me lécher les plaies/Pendant trop longtemps...Elle a ouvert les yeux lentement, laissant le bleu pâle de l'eau se laver au-dessus de la grande joie qui l'entourait sans jamais avoir l'air de mettre une caresse sur son front.
"La langue calleuse...Les dents démangeantes...La bouche en métal avec des gommes de caoutchouc/je ne peux pas parler maintenant~" La fille mince semblait s'éclaircir dans son châtiment presque auto-infligé de la famine conversationnelle.
"Tenez-moi une heure," murmura-t-elle doucement dans sa mélodie douce en soie, mendissant les yeux bleus à l'horloge, "Les fleurs fleurissent en moins..." L'horloge la regarda en arrière. "Nous allons tendre cette tour d'effondrement... La moisson de la détresse..."
"Faites-moi sortir....Faites-moi la dernière/je suis un navire cassé/Un mât qui coule..." Caleb a mentionné une fête ou une sorte de réunion et a invité Quinten. Encore une douleur douloureuse dans sa poitrine. C'était une merveille que ses yeux n'aient pas été verts du vampire terne de l'envie qui sapait tout son bonheur.
"Tu m'as rempli/et tu as fait les trous/Avec des ongles rouges et des mots coupés...Patch me up~" Son visage est tombé et ses yeux regardés avec culpabilité et honte au bureau, yeux de couleur de glace menaçant de fondre et de déverser leurs eaux généralement calmes sur la fausse surface en bois.
"Retiens-moi une heure..." elle murmurait doucement, comme un fantôme triste attaché à cet avion par sa propre agonie, "Les fleurs fleurissent en moins..." Son regard vitreux levé à l'horloge méprisante une fois de plus. "Nous allons tendre cette tour d'écroulement..." Elle s'est éblouie sur elle dans chaque once de sa nature impitoyable. "La moisson de la détresse..."
La poésie a fermé les yeux, enfermant les prisonniers là-bas, derrière les portes des cellules de ses paupières. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" ridicule. C'était une chose si stupide et si timide. Pas étonnant qu'elle soit punie. Elle a eu une vie merveilleuse, remplie de belles photos de personnes souriantes et de soleil, et des livres d'albums avec des noms et des visages de ceux qui ont dit qu'ils s'en souciaient. Elle devrait être très heureuse d'être si chanceuse.
Pourquoi s'est-elle sentie si horrible?
"Retiens-moi une heure..."
"Les fleurs fleurissent en moins..."
"Nous allons préparer cette tour d'écroulement..."
"La moisson de la détresse..."


Obéron Démétrius Grimbald




Classe
Les sons: son groupe

Groupe 1 :
Aria Delaney. Oberon Grimbald. Ebony Wasinton. Clyde Lee. Thomas Jones. Jacob McKinnon.
 Aria : Tous ensemble, c'est indiscutable. Une athlète avec des garçons mal du cœur qui tombent sur ses talons et labourent la poussière de ses talons, comme si elle était une sorte d'Aphrodite.
 Ébène : Assez doux, bien qu'il ressemble beaucoup à Aria. Cependant, il n'était pas clair pourquoi la beauté n'obtenait pas plus d'attention. Elle était, après tout, des sauts et des limites sur beaucoup de l'habituel « fille populaire » cookie-coupout.
 Clyde: Entertaining et tout autour d'un bon gars assez sincèrement, bien que son embarras dans l'expression de telles choses était un peu douloureux à témoigner. Mais entravant, puisqu'il était aussi un admirateur de l'Aira.
 Thomas: Un compagnon. Pas de plaintes.
Jacob: Un log creux pourri d'avidité, de convoitise, de vanité et d'orgueil. Aucun atout pour le groupe quoi que ce soit et aucune chance de jamais changer ses manières jusqu'à ce qu'il a fini dans un travail de mort avec une vie familiale malheureuse. Pitié, si irritant.
Donc c'était son groupe pour le projet de volcan? Et qu'est-ce qu'ils faisaient tous pendant le petit temps libre n'importe lequel d'entre eux aurait une bonne excuse pour se mêler en dehors de leur « digne » groupe de pairs? Ils se moquaient. Bien sûr qu'ils l'étaient. Oberon a couru une main à travers ses cheveux, expression pierreuse prenant un peu d'une tique irritée à sa mâchoire aiguë.
Debout, le gentilhomme gothique s'est posé sur Aria d'abord. Ses yeux étaient comme celui du verre de couleur: pas d'émotion, pas de chaleur, pas d'indice de ce qu'il pourrait penser. Attendez-vous à la tic-tac dans sa mâchoire. Le moindre soupçon d'irritation.
"Nous devrions désigner des sections de l'affectation à chaque personne dans le groupe," sa voix versé de ses lèvres percées comme le café chaud amer doux, "Equal travail, mais interaction minimale." Le garçon noir regarda de Caleb à Ebony à Thomas et retourna à Aria. "Tout le monde tient sa propre fin. Quiconque ne tire pas leur poids sera rapporté et," il regarda carrément Jacob, "offrait pour obtenir une note d'échec à plat."
"Plus tôt il est prévu et délégué, plus tôt je peux être fait avec une telle "science" triviale de faire un volcan d'un enfant," il a couru une main à travers les cheveux et laisser un coin de sa bouche s'incliner dans un sourire presque arrogant, "J'ai mieux à perdre de temps sur quelque chose de si simple un enfant de six ans pourrait faire un travail adéquat à compléter..."
Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance



“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato

Call Me a Lazy Lackwit or Call Me an Old Soul
|| NAME ||
Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
"Spring Breeze" (grandparents)
|| GENDER ||
 Female
|| AGE ||
Five-and-Ten Summers (15)
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
Exploring~
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Free as a bird
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
 A willowy slip of a girl, she is just five foot two, and if she is anything like the rest of the women in her family, she'll only get an inch or two before halting in height. Coming from a family that has ancestry in Sweden, Finland, Iceland, and Ireland, she is as pale as the first snow and has hair so delicate in color, that only when it's wet does it shine through as blonde. Her eyes are like placid crystal lakes, framed in frosted lashes that she has to put mascara on. She prefers her clothes free flowing and breeze, sewing flowers on thrift shop bellbottom jeans, wearing hippie headbands, and long dangling necklaces that almost touch her belly. If she isn't wearing her grandmother's thick soled boots, she is rocking Converses and All-Stars, with mismatched faded colors on each foot. She likes to go mostly makeup free, but enjoys lipstick and lipgloss, as well as painting her nails mismatching colors with tiny sloppy designs. Poetry is much like her hippie family, always wearing a daydreamy look or a sunburst of a smile. Oh and don't tell anyone but she gave herself a tiny peace sign tattoo on her thigh with india ink from the art supply store and a sewing needle.



It's All Groovy In This Sunshine Parade
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Easy Going, Sweet, Idealistic, Observant, Generous, Determined, Naive, Day Dreamer, Honest, Nomadic when it comes to social groups, Independent, Untrusting, Creative
|| PERSONALITY ||
She's odd, just like her name. The smell of patchouli on her clothes should have gave you a heads up. This is a girl who looks like she should be in an old photo of Woodstock or living in the forest with her parents making flower crowns. When she walks she sort of saunters and bobbles, almost like she is dancing to music no one else can hear. And when she talks, it's all long and slow and sloping, like someone who's slept too long. But she just can't help it, since she'll only ever be the way she is and the way she grew up to be. And if her unashamed old-fashioned hippie interests weren't enough, Poetry enjoys making up nicknames for the others around her.
And they can't help but give her nicknames back. Oh, sure she'd gotten made fun of. But she doesn't mind very much, or at least she tries not to. Wouldn't it be so cool of her to just not even care what other's say about her? But she's a girl at a tender age, just like any other. And when people make fun of her it does hurt. Maybe she'll find a spot to cry for a bit or murmur melancholy poems that don't rhyme to the sky outside, but eventually that gloomy overcast passes and her sunny smile is back. A flower that bounces back after a drought, Poetry she a girl who is pretty skilled and practiced in picking herself back up to keep on truckin'.
Of course, making friends is easy for someone so easy going and friendly, but she'd never had a best friend or anyone close like that. Not her. It isn't as though she doesn't want them, it's just that everyone seems more than fine getting in deep with themselves and them moving on to their normal groups of friends. Perhaps it's her understanding ways, but it can be disheartening, being a Human Diary. Everyone is more that fine with telling her their problems and deep hurts and secrets and worries... But Poetry has never had anyone like that for herself. And she really would like not to feel so lonely anymore...
|| QUIRKS ||
● Biting on the inside of her cheek
● Using oooooold lingo and slang
● Complimenting people she hardly knows
● Picking up litter
● Humming to herself
● Making up poems for fun out of no where

|| HOBBIES ||
● Sewing
● Reading
● Sketching and Painting
● Finding pretty places to daydream
● Listening to music
● Cooking something tasty to munch on
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ The groovin' style of the sixties and seventies
+ animals and plants and all that nature stuff
+ getting to know people so she can figure out what makes them tick
+ Doing well on tests and not even having to try
- Being called a cheater or a liar because someone can't keep up
- Being told she needs to get her head out of the clouds
- Hearing that dreams can't come true
- Hearing people being unsympathetic and antagonistic


Give Me a Daisy And I'll Give You a Kiss
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Father - Alchemy Monroe Moonstar Sundance - Carpentder and Metal-Work Artist
Mother - Ode Sugarsweet Bethany Sundance - Deparment Store Sales Associate
Older Brother - "Gregory" Zest Sparrow Gregory Sundance - Attending College
Grandmother - Unna Moonlight Jubilee Nordar - Librarian and Farmer
Grandfather - Afrid Rebel Bravery Nordar - Mechanic and Farmer
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
 A old white house that has been added onto through the years as the family grows.


Kitchen and dining room area

Entry way (where you take off your shoes, thank you)

Her double bedded room in the attic, that used to be her mother's and her aunt's.

The sunroom, where all kinds of indoor plants are grown.


The out door porch sitting area overlooking the back gardens and gazebo.

|| CAR BIKE DESCRIPTION ||
 A white cruiser with a basket in the front that is easy to ride and never gives her much trouble.


If Only The World Were Big And Bright Like Dreams
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Growing up a flower child of sorts from a family of eccentrics and artists can have more pressure than one might think. After all her elder brother refuses to be called by his birth name and instead goes by 'Gregory' and wants to - gasp - become a doctor! So most of the family hopes fall to Poetry. Hopes that she blossoms into an artist of some kind with a rebellion towards normal society and perhaps even a tendency to bend the rules a bit. They want her to lead a wonderful, colorful life of adventure and beauty. And she hopes that she does too, but perhaps just a little bit of stable normalcy isn't such a bad thing? All she wishes to find a comfortable balance in her life, to be who she is and to live life in her own way, but also in a way that doesn't disappoint her doting odd ball family too much. That's not so much to ask is it?
|| THEME SONG ||
 Little Man - Sonny and Cher
Little man, when you stand by my side
Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone
And I pray that we'll stay just that way
'Till the day comes along when we catch the sun.
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You're growin' old, my mother's cold
Now it's time that you learned what it meant to be mature
There's no such place as make believe
But when I look at your face,
I'm not so sure
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You and me is what I see
And that's the way its gonna stay and it will always be
So little man, please understand
In this world with all its land
You're all I see
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
|| OTHER ||
She is a practicing Pagan just like most of her family members~ 



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Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
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"Give me your sincerity and I'll give you friendship."

| ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Back Off- Please | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Crush | ❧ Dating | 


|| LILY WESTBURG || 
✌"Seems like a groovin' gal I could mellow with~"✌
She's never met her.
|| JACOB MCKINNON || 
✌"S'all good in the neighborhood~"✌
She's never met him.
|| CALEB MCKINNON || 
❤"Makes me smile like he's sunshine itself~ He can call me anytime~"❤
She likes his smile.
|| RONIN TANZINI || 
✌"I know of him. Seems like he's got skittlez with the sports~ Kudoz, man, kudoz~"✌
She doesn't really know him.
|| NICOLETTA SORIANO || 
✌"Heard she buzzes like a bee all day long. Color me green with envy and invite me to tea~"✌
She's never met her.
|| CASSANDRA JANE ROWLEY || 
☕"Never heard of her~"☕
She hasn't met or heard about Cass.
|| CONAN Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"Hm? Well, I've never met him or heard of him~ Is he nice?"☕
She hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| MAEVE Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"I haven't met anyone named Maeve~ Nice Celtic name though~ It means 'raven' right?"☕
She hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| TADHG Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"I haven't met anyone named Tadhg. But yet again another groovin' nametag~"☕
She hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| FRANCISCO MANUEL CORTEZ-WILLIAMS || 
☕"Who?"☕
She hasn't met or heard of Francisco.
|| NATHANIEL ZANE ALDERSON || 
⚜"I've seen him a few times. He's quieter than a sleepy summer day."⚜
She's seen him around town and tried talking to him once or twice.
|| WYNONA GRAY BELVUE || 
☕"Hm? Should I know her? Is she cool to chat with?"☕
She hasn't met or heard of her.
|| LILAC DIANA RIDER || 
☕"No go on the pogo, I'm afraid."☕
She hasn't met or heard of her.
|| THOMAS LUKE JONES || 
⚜"Oh I know him~! That Tommy Boy is a pretty mellow guy~"⚜
He's the friend of a son of one of her father's clients.
|| Sonny Kassem || 
⚜"Oh yeah he comes over to the house all the time~ We feed him and chat with him~ He ain't so bad~ Just give him a chance to soften up to you and you'll see he's groovy in no time~"⚜
His family and her family are friends. He's a good bit taller than her, which makes him ideal for huggin on. And he can be rather sweet when he's not trying to act tough. She likes his sweet side. And he's warm and he smell good and he's a great hugger. Who wouldn't like him? She just genuinely doesn't understand who wouldn't like him.

|| INDIANA RYDER || 
✌"Indiana? Oh I know her some too~ She doesn't talk much."✌
She's seen her around.
|| CLYDE CHRISTOPHER LEE || 
⚜"He can be kinda scary looking, even though I think he tries to do his best in everything. I think he's just a bit awkward. It makes him kind of cute, you know?"⚜
Another person she doesn't know very well but would like to, she finds him interesting. He's a giant to her and so that is what she calls him: The Giant. But it is never meant negatively. She likes him and can see that he tries hard to do his best in everything he tries to take on. Poetry finds him physically attractive and also enjoys his personality. She'd love to nurture and dote on him.
|| ABBIE MCGUMFFERY || 
☀"That girl is made from 100% good friend material. I hope we hang out more."☀
She's totally bent on becoming really good friends with her. She finds her loyalty an astoundingly wonderful feature to her unique personality. And she really likes her view on things. It always ends up making Poetry think. She finds her totally groovin' and hopes that they can become besties in the future.
|| SADIE HILL || 
✌"A personal line of thought about that character"✌
A more detailed description of relationship with the character.
|| Ezera "EJ" Jameel Porter || 
✌"He makes Kassy Boy smile, so I like him."✌
She doesn't really know him, but she likes how he is around Kas. And she can see that he has a soft and caring side to him, so she thinks he's splendid, especially for someone who's with Amelia. He's good medicine, as her grandmother would say.

|| Ebony Nicole Washington || 
☀"That gal is like liquid gold, ya know? She's beautiful, talented and down right ace~"☀
Poetry really enjoys 'Ebony-Gold's company and think that she is a beautiful person. She thinks that her personality just like gold, rare and wonderful, always shining brightly even on the gloomiest of days. Hanging out with her is just pure and undiluted sunshine. If she could be someone for Ebony to rely on, she'd be just as pleased as a peach and down right honored.

|| Amelia Rashfree || 
✌"Heart-breaking, that gal... I think it's totally bouge what she is going through. I don't know the dets, but man, I want to invite her over to my house sometime. Girl could use some TLC and a nice cup of grandmama's dooby tea."✌
She doesn't know much about her, but she feels some real empathy for the girl. It brings out her mothering side, wanting to have her over at her home and with her loving family so the girl can relax and feel good at least for bit. She really wants to be her friend, if only to help carry some of the burden she has and maybe be a someone to lean on in times of need.

|| Mazdak Dresden || 
"A personal line of thought about that character"
A more detailed description of relationship with the character.

|| Blake Quartz Rooke || 
☀"That dude is cooler than ice, ya get me? He's mellow and right as rain~"☀
Poetry enjoys Blakey-Boy's company and hopes to get to hang out with him more. She finds him generous and kind and a very good looking guy, though probably just in an aesthetic way. He feels like a brother to her. And of course if he ever needs anything, she'd drop everything and be there for him. He's so generous, he deserves people being just as generous back.

|| Allison Harlan || 
"A personal line of thought about that character"
A more detailed description of relationship with the character.





Oberon Demetrius Grimbald



“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.”
- Bernie Mcgill, The Butterfly Cabinet

If I Capture You With My Gaze, Run Far Away
|| NAME ||
Oberon Demetrius Grimbald
"Ya Ass" (father)
"Lazy Brat" (stepmother)
|| GENDER ||
 Male
|| AGE ||
Fifteen
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
Love is pain, a thorn on the sweetest rose (aka heck if he knows)
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
As alone as the moon shining through the suffocating clouds in an autumn night
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
 “Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.” A tall and mature looking boy, always dressed in thrift store elegance of colors that are as dark as spilled ink over an artwork. He is elegant looking for a boy his age, with an ever morose expression and brooding deep dark eyes. His wild hair is the darkest shade of brown, like ashen bark in the dead of winter. He always is well groomed and put together, though he wears long sleeves and pants all the time, to cover bruises and wounds graciously given by his father. He is able to mend and put together his own clothes, so he is never ashamed of his gentlemanly gothic appearance. His ears are gauged and his lip is pierced, and there are a few illegal tattoos on his flawless skin, gifts from his stepmother who enjoys practicing on him, if only to be able to touch him. He is a dark cloud in the pristine blue sky of teenage youth, but never ever think of him as weak, for if anything is strong than his reserved etiquette it is his boiling deep seeded anger.



I Am The Storm Itself, Leaving Destruction In Its Wake
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Reserved, Sharp Witted, Polite, Brooding, Dark, Stubborn, Poetic, Mature, Blunt, Aloof, Independent, Untrusting, Inventive, Instinctual
|| PERSONALITY ||
He is his birth mother's child, quiet and polite and not one to rock the boat. Until the boat gets overly out of control of course. Then it is time for all that hidden rage to unleash itself. Stubborn and brooding, he'd rather try to ignore others than risk getting into arguments, but this plan doesn't always work with his hidden temper. Burdened with guilt and a craving for affection, it has twisted him into a solitary abnormality among his peers. His old fashioned way of speaking and dressing might be over looked, but he excels in his studies and can hold intellectual conversations with his own teachers. This is a tad bit irritating to those his age. So for the most part he keeps his distance and sometimes his aloof coldness can be misunderstood as arrogance and condescension.
He doesn't see anyone beneath him, however, unless they are cruel and stupid of course. But he also has a bit of a problem with authority figures, never giving them respect right away. You have to earn your respect from him. And this causes friction among him and some of the male teachers, who sometimes try to take him down a peg by asking more difficult questions and trying to catch him off guard. They'll be sorely disappointed. At home all he ever can do to escape his dark reality is to get lost in learning and in books and in poetry or history or even math.
His mind is always working, spinning and trying to absorb as much as it can. Knowledge is power. And living with your parents isn't forever, thankfully. So he will hone his own weapon of power, gain all the ground he can while underneath the thumb of his wretched father, and then he will burst free from this place as soon as possible. Seventeen is only two years off. In the meantime he'll just bide his time. Waiting. Watching. Planning.
|| QUIRKS ||
● Tapping his fingers
● Being overly polite
● Using decorative diction
● Sighing
● Running his fingers through his hair
● Observing others

|| HOBBIES ||
● Reading
● Learning
● Writing
● People watching
● Listening to music
● Sewing or mending his own clothes
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ The gothic novels of the eighteen century
+ everything that holds a dark beauty
+ imagining the way things will be in the future
+ having deep conversations
- Being called a child or seen as stupid
- Being told he's worth nothing and is tailer trash
- Cruel people who enjoy seeing others hurt
- The government
- His father
- His stepmother
- all of those above in that specific order


My Teeth Will Set Into You Lily Flesh And You Will Know Love
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Father - Carver Spencer Grimbald - Lives off what is left of his trust fund
Mother - Margert Anne Grimbald - Dead
Stepmother - Cherry Fontaine Grimbald - Lazy Layabout
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
 A long trailer that used too look nice and be well taken care of, now starting to fall apart due to neglect.



I Am The Son Of Shattered Dreams And Lying Love
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
He hates his family. His father is a drunken oaf and his stepmother is a whining idiot. The only one he ever loved was his mother. And she was the only one that ever loved him. But her heart just couldn't take the abuse of his father anymore and she died of over work. High blood pressure runs in the family, so it wasn't like his father could get arrested. But even a child could tell that it was that violent berating man who drove her down, wore her down till she was nothing but a bundle of nerves. And then she died. In in no more than a month he had a new 'mother'. A plastic woman with a high laugh and leering eyes who couldn't keep her hands to herself. And what was worse is that she enjoyed belittling and torturing people just as much as his father. A pair made in the brimstone and flaming lakes of Hell itself. But it won't be forever. Just two more years. Just two more years. Just two more years...
|| THEME SONG ||
 Man Overboard - Puscifer 
Blood sky in the mornin'
Shoulda seen the warnin'
Captain to the Seaman
Man your battle stations
Poseidon's on a mission
'Bout to turn it up to eleven
Captain to the Seaman
Assume crash positions
Toss the extras over
About to take on water
Blood sky every mornin' (All hands on deck, all hands on deck)
Shoulda seen the warnin' (Coulda, shoulda)
Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
'Bout to turn it up to eleven
Mind the sails, mind the sails (Mind the sails, mind the sails)
All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck)
Women and children first (Women and children first)
Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail (Bail, bail, bail)
Brace yourself, brace yourself (Brace yourself, Brace yourself)
Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve (Brace yourself a twelve)
All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck)
All hands on, all hands on (All hands on, all hands on)
Blood sky every mornin' (All hands on, all hands on deck)
Shoulda seen the warnin' (Woulda, coulda, shoulda, shut up)
Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
Captain to the Seaman (Here come the gails, mind the sails, mind the sails)
Assume crash positions (All hands on, all hands on deck)
Toss the extras over (Women and children, women and children first)
About to take on water (Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail)
Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve)
|| OTHER ||
 He is trying to save up enough money so he can move out of his dad's trailer.



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Oberon Demetrius Grimbald
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"I can see through those mists and airs set on by the average person... Lie to me not, or your poison will destroy what little love I have for you... "

| ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Back Off- Please | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Crush | ❧ Dating | 


|| LILY WESTBURG || 
✌"........Fashionable and kind blonde..."✌
He's never met her.
|| JACOB MCKINNON || 
✌"........Arrogant athlete number one..."✌
He's never met him.
|| CALEB MCKINNON || 
✌"........Guy who takes photos of things I supose..."✌
He's never met him.
|| RONIN TANZINI || 
☠"Completely boring and entirely sub-average looking kid who probably thought he looked good in black..."☠
If there is even such thing as love at first sight, then there is also hate at first sight. Though Oberon would never usually use such a strong negative word, there is just something about this guy that makes his anger itch under his skin. Maybe it's because he reminds him of his dad in those old yearbooks....
|| NICOLETTA SORIANO || 
✌"........hyper but shy brunette..."✌
He's never met her.
|| CASSANDRA JANE ROWLEY || 
☕"........Aggressive and loud bottle-blonde..."☕
He hasn't met Cass.
|| CONAN Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"........unknown..."☕
He hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| MAEVE Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"........unknown..."☕
He hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| TADHG Ó FAOLÁIN || 
☕"........unknown..."☕
He hasn't met or heard about the Faolain.
|| FRANCISCO MANUEL CORTEZ-WILLIAMS || 
☕"........Tough guy..."☕
He hasn't met or heard of Francisco.
|| NATHANIEL ZANE ALDERSON || 
⚜"........Shy guy who wears sweats..."⚜
He's seen him around town.
|| WYNONA GRAY BELVUE || 
☕"Miss prim and proper blonde..."☕
He hasn't met her.
|| LILAC DIANA RIDER || 
☕".....unknown... "☕
He hasn't met or heard of her.
|| THOMAS LUKE JONES || 
☀"...Brawny and strong guy who'd probably be a loyal friend..."☀
He's hung around him a few times.
|| Sonny Kassem || 
✌"........alway angry and looks like a fox..."✌
They share glares now and then.

|| INDIANA RYDER || 
⚜"She is a ray of light through swirling mists of morning... There at points in time and gone in the next... Evading and avoiding... A curiosity... A rare sighting..."⚜
He's seen her around and she interests him.
|| CLYDE CHRISTOPHER LEE || 
✌"........a potential friend..."✌
He's never met him, but knows of him.
|| ABBIE MCGUMFFERY || 
✌"........familiar..."✌
He knows of her and is curious.
|| SADIE HILL || 
"........Girl-next-door type...."
He's never met her.
|| Ezera "EJ" Jameel Porter || 
"....He checks girls out a lot I guess...."
He's never met him.

|| Ebony Nicole Washington || 
"....Beautiful girl...."
He's never met her.

|| Amelia Rashfree || 
"....Energetic red-head...friends with fox boy maybe..."
He's never met her.

|| Mazdak Dresden || 
"....appears to get into mischief...."
He's never met him.

|| Blake Quartz Rooke || 
"....clean-cut athlete-looking guy...."
He's never met him.

|| Allison Harlan || 
"Miss hiding blonde... "
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