The Perfect Mate

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Here’s the list of characters

Girls
1. Alexis
2. Risa Hanley
3. Wynter Mitchell
4. Samantha
5. Syble Vancov
6. Evelynne Snow “Eve”
7. Julie
8. Iris
9. Emily
10. Chloe Anderson
11. Kira Alfonso
12. Natalie Lithium
13. Jade Carson

Guys
1. Casey
2. James Matthis
3. Jay Bonge
4. Tristan Snow
5. Hayden
6. Landon Anderson
7. Mason Lerche
8. Jeremy Lithium
9. William “Will”
10. Ian Davis
11. Desmond Knight

We need 3 more guys to even everything out.
Last edited by Theodorable on Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural




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here's another guy!

Name: Desmond Knight

Age: 19 years of age, he is very old fashioned though. He studies history and likes to talk as if from the olden days.

Gender: Male

Likes: He likes lying in the grass looking at stars, looking through books at the library, Teaching history, girls that respect themselves.

Dislikes: people smacking their gum, guys that are jerks to women.

History (job, family): He teaches history at the local middle school, 8th grade. They are currently reading about the civil war, but that's just what we tell the principal. He tells his kids all the things teachers aren't supposed too. Did you know that after the pilgrims let the Indians feast with them the Indians slaughtered them? Pretty harsh? There's so many lies out there to protect our races from killing each other it's truly sickening. Who knows what else is being kept from us. His only family is his mother and sister, his dad passed from lung cancer after one too many cigars.

Personality: Very bright, and nonchalant. He's not a paranoid person, even if it looks like a scene from a disasterous scary movie he's still chipper then a goat. He has an British accent and talks like in the olden days. He tries to make everyone around him happy, but it doesn't work since they already are or they think so. He wishes the world he was in wasn't so perfect.

Appearance:Desmond

Other: up for love




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:\ you probably lost alot of people D;
Are we gonna begin this?
I wanna start, it sounded so fun!




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We have already had poeple post. So I guess go ahead
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Kira POV
Kira honestly didn’t see him until it was too late; she was so wrapped up in the latest volume of Saiyuki Reload that when she didn’t realize she hit a human body lying on the ground until she herself was went headfirst into the ground, her manga flying from her hand and her face hitting the dirt. She raised herself from the dirt and rubbed her face as she heard a voice from behind her say: “Ow. Hullo there.”


Oh god! It sounded like a guy’s voice! She ran over a human being! She spun around and yelped, “I’m sorry! I really, really, really didn’t see you.”


The owner of the voice really was a guy, and a cute one at that, now sitting up in the grass. His dirty blonde hair was somewhat dishelved {probably from her tripping over him} and had light blue eyes. He smiled and scrathed the back of his head. “Ah it’s alright dear. You shouldn’t be walking out so late though. Something dangerous might happen to you if you’re not careful.”


He was right, Kira had to admit. She nodded and sat back down in the grass. “Yeah,” she said and tried to straighten her glasses so she could see him clearly. He was staring at her with something akin to concern. “It’s just that the latest volume to this series came out and I wanted to get it before someone else did.”


He smiled. “You mean this?” he asked and produced her Saiyuki Reload from behind him; smudged dirt cover and all. Kira smiled as he gave it to her.
Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. -Confucius

"Come on and Rock me Amadeus!"~ Falco's song :3




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Desmond Knight

The girl that had just tripped over him and looked around fifteen, stared unsteadily at him with an odd grin. She had a bunch of freckles strewn across her cheeks along with some uneven glasses to make her look even more frivolous but, at the same time a person to relate to.

He threw his hand out and she jumped back a step as he said, "The name's Desmond, Desmond Knight."
She took his hand hesitantly and they shook hands, a blush had resided deep inside her cheeks.

"My name is Kira, Kira Alfonso." She chortled with a giggle and soon realized she was still grasping his hand. Kira quickly put her hand down as embarrassment and watched him curiously.

"May I ask what you were doing on ground Desmond?" She asked curtly, her light brown eyes flashed with a light that made him wonder what she was thinking.

"Well, if we are to be asking questions may i ask a question in return?" He said, his voice softened by his accent.

Kira nodded her head, her dark blonde hair bobbed with her as well.

"Simply watching the sky, it's quite nice with the clouds moving by. Peaceful. How old may you be Kira?" Desmond asked watching her shift as he glanced at her.

"It is a nice day...I am nineteen." She said wonderingly.


Eve Snow

She sat on the couch at stared into the emptiness of the hallway, it was bright yet it felt so dark. She stood up and walked over to the pictures hung up in between the doors. One picture was of a sailboat, a scowl came across her face. Eve moved her hand slowly and inclined it up a bit, as she did the photo slid of and came to a shattering stop on the floor. She sighed relief, her OCD being much easier to handle now. Eve walked to the kitchen and found a dustpan and broom, sweeping up the broken remains of the photograph, She thought of going for a walk.

She had decided to go, grabbing her coat and swinging the door shut behind her, she was gone. Incline with the wind she let her dark curls fling as they liked to fling. Her steps slowed as she approached a cemetery, she walked past as if afraid to accidentally roam inside. She avoided the curiosity and pushed pass and ended up under a willow tree.

The wind whistled through it making it sound as if it was weeping, Eve just sat under its branches. Safe.



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