Tell me now if you came sneaking up behind

Name. Shaelynn Grace Kyle
Nicknames. Shae
Age. 16
Sexuality. homosexual
Date of Birth. January 17
Grade. sophpomore
Face Alias. olesya rulin

New Student?. yes
School Group. Music
Specialty. piano

Eyes. blue with a greenish tint around the edge
Hair. Medium brown with soft curls
Body Type. thin and short. slight curves but not much
Accent. canadian
Overall. ( min. 3 paragraphs )
Personality. ( min. 2 paragraphs )

Likes.
*. music
*. mashed potatoes
*. her cat
*. going to the theatre
*. taking herself to a nice dinner and movie.

Habits.
x. compulsively checking her phone
x. tapping her fingers
x. drinking excessive amounts of coffee
x. scratching her head
x. walking around aimlessly when she is bored

Turn-Ons.
♥. good sense of humor
♥. thin
♥. must love music
♥. outgoing
♥. older than her

Turn-Offs.
</3. loud and obnoxious
</3. metal heads and pot heads
</3. short and chubby
</3. can't drive
</3. nose pickers

Deep dark secret. she's a bulimic orphan
Dislikes.
-. binging
-. heavy metal
-. being short
-. watching tv (she prefers movies)
-. yelling

Family.
Marylena McIntyre, maternal grandmother
Judah, twin brother
Sarah and Benjamin Kyle, deceased parents
Background. ( min. 3 paragraphs )

name/alias. aileen
age. 17
location. Washington
roleplay background. 4-ish years
password. brendon
sample. The clock by my bed was ticking. I could count the times the second hand jerked. Tick. Tick. Tick…. One. Two. Three. It was keeping me awake again. My blankets felt to tight on my skin, my walls were closing in, and I couldn’t breathe. I needed space, to be free, and to breathe. I needed to run. I got out of bed and looked at the clock for the first time that night. 1:47. I was safe. My parents wouldn’t hear me get up, and I would be free, until the sun started to show.

I sat on my bed and slipped my shoes on. They had my name on the tongue. I traced letters with my fingers. The only thing I liked about myself was my name. It sounded pretty. I tore myself away from the sharpie chicken scratch on my shoes and turned my mind it to quietly sneaking out of my dimly lit house. It took a while but then I was out. Free and running. The world was so quiet I could count my step and everything else was left behind. The pain, the walls, the thoughts, the tears, the fear. All left behind with that dark lonely house. My heart was beating in sync with the snap of my sneakers hitting the pavement. Bump. Bump. Bump… Snap. Snap. Snap… One. Two. Three.

Before I knew it, I was at the beach. The water stretched for miles, and it was calm. The peacefulness of that still black made me tired as I sat on the sand watching the moon dance in the small ripples that flicked the surface every now and then.

After a while I saw the sun start to peak up over the edge of the earth and I knew it was time to go home. I started the jog back to my house. It wasn’t far, but it was harder than leaving. I was tired, and I was finally feeling my body ache. I made it to the house alright, and when I got there, I fell asleep on my bed. The covers were on the floor, and I still had my shoes on, but finally I was asleep.