Sign Up I'm Not Okay (M-VLS)

[Engel]

[color=black][size=1][center][i]Long ago
Just like a hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you

Burning on just like a match you slide to incinerate
The lives of everyone you knew
And what?s the worst to take,
(Worst you take)
From every heart you break
(Heart you break)
And like the blade you stain
(Blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight

What?s the worst thing I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what?s the worst to take,
(Worst you take)
From every heart you break
(Heart you break)
And like the blade you stain
(Blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight

What?s the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend
To leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide

What?s the worst thing I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Well if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight[/center][/i]

When you lose someone, are they really gone? Or do they just stay, a stain on the world, a wound in the side? Some people think so, some don't. Some people could care less. But, whatever you believe, you never will completely lose them. For every hurt, that's another memory you'll keep. For every kiss, that's another memory you'll keep. Until you've got your entire time with them stored in your head. I'm here to tell of such a tale of living, loving, hurting, and dying....
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Fourth period, Language. Such a damn bore. Writing reports, taking notes on material, it was loathsome. I just wish something would happen. I'd meet someone, something would come up, like an appointment, or fire drill. But god seems to hate me today, as he's making it hard just to concentrate, a migraine infected in my head, stomache gripping...I could go to the nurse. But then the teach would be suspicious....gotta tough it out, I guess. Ugh, why do I need this stuff, I know how to write and read well.....
Maybe I'll start to doodle on my paper.... distract myself... wait it out. Only twenty more minutes, then history. I can wait. Heh....at least I've got my imagination.
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The bell rang, pulling everyone's heads up from their desks, notes written on papers to other people. People dispersed to their lockers, grabbing whatever they needed for the next peroid. As the bell beeped its eletronic tones, everyone was in their seats, as the teachers outside slid in, handing out tardy slips to everyone out of their seat. Just another day in the dandy life.
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At least WWII is interesting. And we've got a new student....she's....cute, to say the least Maybe I'll talk to her in a minute. Then again, probably not. School loser I am, and that's my god given gift. Well, how could things go bad? Things are better if I stay, I guess, but I think I better go down. Hey, she's going too....
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The office, a place where the nurse was located behind the swinging oak door. People went in and out every day. A young woman followed by a young man stepped in. Signed in, one sat down in the cot closest to the wall, the other on the one right next to them.
"Hey, my name's Johnny. What your in for?"[/color][/size]
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[color=blue][size=1] Welcome to I'm Not Ok. If the story's confusing, then you can PM me with your questions. Now, onto the sign ups.[/color][/size].
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[color=red][size=1]
[b]Name:[/b] The year's 2005, so keep it modern.
[b]Age:[/b] 14-18
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] You may use a picture, but if not, please give me a detailed description.
[b]Personality:[/b] Keep it to a paragraph or so. Just tell me what they're like.
[b]Bio:[/b] The fun part, heh. Don't give me a novel and a sequel, just tell me what has happened in your character's life.[/color][/size]
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[color=darkslategray][size=1] Have fun, and remember, you never really lose someone.[/color][/size]

[Citrus]

[COLOR=Navy]Name: Skye Lee

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: pic is coming very soon

Personality: Skye is very serious. She may say her life is miserable but really, it?s one of the best. When people try to give her presents her usual response is ?What the hell are you doing?? with a really serious tone. Skye does have friends but they are only the ones who know how to talk to her. They know what she likes deep inside which is Hello Kitty, and really cute things. Big surprise, eh?

Bio: Ok not a novel? well here it goes.

Skye was born into a pretty average family, who had pretty average lives. Skye lived in China for about 6 years then she moved to America. The only words she knew were, ?cat?, ?hat?, and ?ma?. Kids in her class did make fun of her because of her difficulty with learning English. No matter how hard she tried it just didn?t click with her.

She finally conquered the language at the age of 12. When she returned to China for the Chinese New Year she found that her grandmother had passed away. Every day she felt like a part in her soul had been torn from her life and she would never be the same. This resulted in Skye being very to herself with her emotions. And ontop off that she was new the god damned school.

Everyday she would sing into the nurse?s office and get her pills for cramps. She would take the cot closest in the corner of if that was not available, next to the wall. She noticed one day a boy was there. Skye loved the way his eyes sparkled in the light and the way he looked so free. She wanted to be like him, she wanted to be around him. She liked him.

OOC: Man you know how hard that is for me not to write a novel for my bio?! Well any ways I hope this goes really well. I love these kinds of rps.[/COLOR]

[alchemist2120]

Name: Kite "Bee-Line" Laoson

Age: 17

Appearance: see attachment

Personality: A rebel of sorts, he wold rather be out playing sports or something with a little intrest with what few friends. He feels that he will get a job like his father had, a profootball player. He makes,or tries to make, quick comebacks,but he is still like a gently giant on the inside. He puts up a wall not lettin anyone inside until he trusts them. Its not hard to earn his trust but it is hard to get him to let you know about it. He really loves to take care of his car, which he baught as a piece of junk and fixed to look really good.

bio:When he turned thirteen, he went to his father's biggest day in his career,the Superbowl. His father was starting QB. In the third quarter he saw his father make his normal, perfect pass, only to get hit late causing a horrible tragedy. The contact with the other player snapped his father's neck right in front of his eyes. The next day his father had promised to teach him how to throw a football, but he never did. He had run down to the field, holding his father while the last seconds drifted away. After that he trained himself to throw and became known as "Bee-Line" for his perfect passes. All he really wants to do is finish what his father was about to, win the superbowl.

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Vanessa "Nessa" Raines
[B]Age-[/B] 17
[B]Gender-[/B] Female

[B]Appearance-[/B] A young Caucasian with chestnut brown hair that falls to her elbows, alabaster skin that is complimented with rosy cheeks, cerulean eyes that appear ice blue, and rose red lips that are painted a dark crimson red. Her facial appearance shows no emotion, enigmatic to the point where one cannot tell whether or not she smiles for joy or for deception. She wears her hair pulled back and wrapped in a black ribbon with a black hair-tie underneath it to hold it in place.

This young girl, who is Nessa, stands at a fair 5'6" with beautiful curves and slenders legs is a girl who wears clothing that accentuate her body. She wears a black boytank with the word "Rebel" written across her chest with dice in the background, baggy jeans with the thighs faded and the knees slightly ripped, a black volcom hoody, and to top it off, she wears a black beanie with the face of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, black finger gloves, and black sunglasses.

Nessa portrays herself as a tomboy and shows it proudly by piercing her body and embedding tattoos onto herself. In all, Nessa has eleven piercing: two on each ear lobe, a barbell on her right cartilage, a ring on her left cartilage, a lip ring near the left corner of her mouth, a tongue piercing, a naval piercing, nose piercing, and a left brow piercing. Then Nessa has tattooed herself six times: a pair of tribal eyes on her shoulder blades- one eye on each, a [URL=http://img227.exs.cx/img227/2548/tribalcross9oj.jpg]tribal cross[/URL] on the small of her back with the words "I will take vengeance on my adversaries and repay those who hate me" that was taken from a bible verse (Deuteronomy 32:41), a [URL=http://img17.exs.cx/img17/3335/blackroses8cd.jpg]black rose[/URL] bud without the stem on her inner right wrist, a cobra that encircles her upper right arm, an angel on her hip, and the [URL=http://img17.exs.cx/img17/8063/chidanger1do.gif]Chinese symbol of danger[/URL] written vertically on her left forearm. The final tattoo will be on her left breast, yet what it may become will be determined as of yet.

[B]Personality-[/B] One of the most ingenious students at Maple Creek, she shows signs of success and a bright future, yet she also is one of the most troubled students at Maple Creek, showing signs of danger and enigma. She could possibly be one of the most prestigious students to ever enter and exit Maple Creek, depending on how she wishes to live her life.

There are some things that Nessa does that seem reckless and unwomanly, but the things that she does is what she likes. If there is something that appeals to her, she takes the chance and risks whatever consequences may come. She may appear without morals and beliefs, but it is her morals and beliefs that drives her to do what she does.

Most could say she was the social outcast of the society, others could say she was the social leader of the society, while few could say that she is who she is. She has a calloused and jaded exterior of a street-smart teen who possesses a cool head and witty tongue, but beneath that exterior lies something even more puzzling than the exterior. Beneath those cold eyes are eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, behind that smug look is a heart-warming smile, yet there is nothing past the tough girl for the fierce fighter is who Nessa is.

[B]Bio-[/B] It's been nearly 10 years since I've moved to Flint, Florida, most of which I've spent causing trouble and anguish in the town. I've spent my years in Flint making sure it was known that I cared for nothing in this world, not even family, school, or the things that I once loved. Although there are a few things that kept me from going mad and destroy everything in my path. These things have occupied me and helped me further myself into letting my emotions flow onto what is in front of me. These that I have kept secret are my art, my writing, my music, and my photography and they are what keep me sane and close to the world.

I'm not sure when I became so cynical, apathetic, and just impassive to everything and everyone. My parents, if you could call them that, bribed me to get out of this supposed "phase" that I am going through just so that they could show me off like a trophy. I'd rather sew my own mouth than give into their demands and wants. Perhaps it was when I turned thirteen that I closed off from the world and just escaped to my own. But why should I care when all I need is my art, music, writing, and photography? What more do I need when all I've got is in my room, waiting there every day and night? If someone could tell me or even show me what more I need, then perhaps I?ll allow them passage into my life, until then, I run my own life, breaking the rules and getting caught up in the wrong business.[/size][/color]

[Ditsy_Taurus888]

Name: Fancy Evelyn Lee Colter
Age: 14
Gender: female
Appearance: She is 5'9" And 130 lbs. She is tall and shapely. Her matured full figured body is often irritatingly mistaken as being any where from 18 to in her mid twenties. She has long dirty blonde hair with silver purple and burgandy streaks, that stetch past her hips and just above her knee. She has a dark skin tone do to the native american in her and feirce firey eyes. Her full pouty lips are often cloaked in a number of different colors of dark lipstick any where from plum maybelene metalics to black.
Bio: She was born 4/20/91 the youngest of four brothers. Her youngest brother was Edward. He and Fancy were very close when she was nine and he was fourteen he killed himself. She found him dead in the playroom. Must of been traumatizing huh. In first grade the bumped her up a grade. She used to be a good student but after Edwards death she gave up. Her Aunt Sheral died during child birth a week after Edwards Death. Her father attempted to murder her mother when she was four but her mom lied for him so he did not get charged. They did get divorced her mom is on medication because she is should I say psyco. Her oldest brother Joab is 24 he is in the army and she hasn't seen him in a year and a half. Nigal and micheal are her other two brothers. They are 23 and 21. Micheal has also attempted suicide. He is adicted to drugs and has been in and out of jail since ha was 16. He once broke into some ones house and rearranged their furnature. He phisacally abused Fancy since she was five. He is bipoler and skitzo. Nigal is perfestly normal he was a strait a student and now attends Harvard university. He has a fiance that he ha s dated since he was a highschool Juniur. There was one thing Fancy cared about more than anything her dog who was hit by a care when she was in 8th grade. She is addicted to cutting herself. In some twisted way it makes her feel better. Basically every one she has cared aout has left one way or another.

[Anne]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][B]Name:[/B] Amber Hertz
[B]Age[/B]: 18
Gender: Female
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/KIttychanann/girls26.jpg] Amber [/URL]
Amber stands a good 5'9". She refuses to tell people how much she weighs on accounts it no one business than her owns. She mostly wears tight clothing, mostly for the fact that she is a motorcycle racer. A small cross necklace is always draped around her neck. She never takes it off and clams it her luck charm.
[B]Personality:[/B] A risk taker. Amber loves to live life in the fast lane and is not afraid of death. Many would claim that she is a harden criminal but they would be wrong. She keeps herself fairly distance from other, but has a couple of friends. Amber does fairly well in sports and tends to gamble to help pay for bike repairs. Many people tend to make stories up about her, most are wrong, she shrugs them off and actually finds most amusing.
[B]Bio: [/B] "Oh no it looks like Williams has crashed." One of the announcers yelled.

"Man look at that wreck. Sure hope he is okay. It seems that Hertz has stopped and is checking up.

"Well you know what they say about those to Ken. They not only have a love of racing but a love for each other."

Robert had been into of her for most of the race and Amber was just about to make her pass on him. That when she had seen her worst fears. The bike wobbled and Robert had crashed. The bike and him both tumble. She whipped her bike around and smoked her tires.

As she parked she whipped her helmet off and ran to where Roberts body laid unmoving. The bike laid onto of him and Amber pushed it off him. As she knelt she heard him groan.

[I]He is alive. Thank god. [/I] As she carefully took of his helmet he coughed. Blood splattered on his hands.

"Hey angel. Why did you..." he coughed again violently. "Stop? You would have gotten first place."

Amber?s eyes almost weld up in tears. [I]Where are the medics? They are moving so slow. [/I] "I couldn't leave you alone. Who knows what you would do? You would probably flirt with a nurse." She placed on a smile and tried to laugh, but he coughed instead.

"That was a rush you know. Hey Amber?" he was whispering now.

"Yes Robert."

"Take care of Frenchie for me. You will treat her good." Amber smiled a sad smile at him. Even when he is in pain he always thinks of his bike.

"Don't worry I will. I know you love that bike more than me." Tears where starting to form, but she tried to fight them off. They both knew that Robert was n to going to make it. It just didn't make it easier.

"Here take this. It always has brought me luck. I forgot to put it on today. He open his hand in his palm was s a cross necklace. "Sorry Amber."

They both grew silent and the medics came, just a bit to late. She clutched the necklace and placed it around her neck. Tears streamed silently down her face as she watched them load him into the ambulance.
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[Japan]

[COLOR=Navy][B]Name:[/B] Laura Martin

[B]Age:[/B] 18

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.maj.com/gallery/Japan86/Random-Stuff/imgp1693.jpg]Click Here[/URL]

[B]Personality:[/B] She is rather shy when she is around people she doesn't know. Only her close friends knows how she really is goofy and talkative. She wants to make sure that all of her friends are ok, and she loves to listen to people and their problems, even though that adds stress to her everyday life.

[B]Bio:[/B] When she was born, she was diagnosed with a disability. The disability called cerebral palsy. Even though her disabilty is very mild, and she looks and thinks normally, she was teased all her life. From grown-ups saying that she'll never amount to anything to kids her age making fun for her walking funny. Some grown-ups were even mean to her as well. Laura hated to go to any social events for the longest time. She even tried to commit suicide when she was twelve years old. She tried to choke herself to death, but the thought of her beloved puppy made her change her mind.

She continued to have this ongoing depression throughout middle school and high school. Hating all of the idiots at her school, she loathed school with a passion. She is a very talented artist. Also, there were either guys trying to get her to bed with them, or not bothering to talk to her at all. She continued to survive the day with her video game gadjets and her MP3 player hooked on her belt loop.[/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=black][size=1]Good sign ups so far, everyone. But I sincerely hope we get more male sign ups, heh. A few things to know about the setting of this RPG:

It is set in the current year, in a small suburban setting in Florida. The town is called Flint, and the school's name is Maple Creek. Anyway, keep those sign ups coming![/color][/size]

[lil kitsune boy]

I suppose I'd end up in one of these eventually, anyway... One question, though: Why is it called 'I'm Not Okay', but you use the lyrics from 'Helena'? That's actually what got my attention...

Name: Kyoshiro

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Picture below.

Personality: Easily annoyed. Doesn't like people trying to put their nose into his private life and gets angry when people try to pry. Definitely anti-social.

Bio: His mother was in the army, stationed in Japan, where she met his father, a japanese doctor. He didn't make very many friends, since they were all put off by his strange features. As a result, he didn't learn to relate well with others. After a few years, they moved to America to be closer to his mother's family. Unfortunately, while some people were less put off by his looks here, he still sees it as a problem.

[Guest Sean]

[COLOR=DarkRed][B]Name[/B]: Alex Stanton

[B]Age[/B]: 17

[B]Gender[/B]: Male
[B]
Appearance[/B]: [url]http://img51.exs.cx/img51/8981/inok2eq.jpg[/url]

[B]Personality[/B]: Alex is a laid back type of guy, preferring to hang with his mates than sit in solitude. But he also likes just jamming on his guitar to whatever comes on the radio. He isn't your preppy type of guy, but he isn't your dark solemn guy as well. The music blaring in his ears in the morning usually defines what mood he will be in. Take Metallica's 'Fade To Black' he'll probably be in a depressive, down, type of mood. But 'All I Want Is You' by U2 will put him in a suave mood which makes all the girls fall at his feet. Alex enjoys school for some of the part, Music and Art are his two best and favoruite classes, then English for his creativity.

[B]Bio[/B]: [i]Alex Stanton[/i] - [b]Student File[/b]
Alex was transferred from a small private school in England at the beginning of last term, he was trasferred only because of his parents jobs and their work, and he has been a great asset to the school's records and has proven great for the school's statistics in grade passes. Alex has an astounding musical talent, and loves to write, he expresses himself through his art which some are held in small local galleries around England and America. Alex's parents are both business workers, so that's why he moves around a lot, this school has been his longest stay at a school, and he has already made a few friends. Alex is suspected to be at this school for a long while for his parents are now trying to settle for permanent location jobs.[/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=black][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Johnny Stifler

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. His brown hair is layed across his head naturally messy. He likes to leave it that way or spike it up and let the tips fall back, something that takes a lot of time. His tanned skin is hard at his fingers from playing his Samwick strat and his base. Johnny's cererulean blue eyes sparkle with a hint of green, leaving girls in a daze when he smiles. His body is moderately fit, as he works out and is on the track team, and does cross country.

He likes the colors of black and white, usually a black tee and white cargo shorts or pants, or the invert. Sometimes he deviates to blue, or red, but not too often. He's a black and white guy who likes his colors simple, as his life is way too complicated.

[b]Personality:[/b] Johnny's a nice guy. Easy way to put it. He'll give a hand and smile, but many people don't like him. He don't know why, maybe he's too nice. But how you could be too nice? He can get angry, and even violent. That only happens when you hurt him, or one of his friends. People call him and his friends losers, lowlifes, and nerds. Now, that's one athlete who ISN'T popluar. Strange, eh?

[b]Biography:[/b] Johnny is a loser. He wasn't born that way, but who is? He grew up normally in his small town, and had loved rock music from an early age. Through out elementry and middle school he was one of the guys, the popular people. Then he just seemed to fall out.

Johnny does well in school, and knows all sorts of things. High School changes everyone. But Johnny, that is. He likes one girl, and maybe he can get her. That's because she's new.[/color][/size]

[Skye]

[size=1][color=slategray]Thank you for saving me a spot, Jian. ^_^

[b]Name:[/b] Catherine Doraldo
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Catherine is Spaniard to her roots, and looks every inch of it. Her hair is a deep brown with gold streaks and red tints, called tiger-maple. In the winter, it looses the gold, as she spends less time in the sun, and it becomes mahogany. It falls down to her hips, and she often leaves it loose, or up in a ponytail. Her face is oval shaped, with smooth cheekbones, a long, small nose, and a pouty mouth. Her eyes are almond-shaped, and slanted, a warm honey-brown. She stands 5?6?, and is not skinny, but pretty average. Her measurements are close to ?perfect?, except she is a little more top-heavy than most. She has long, artistic hands, and her feet have the arch of a dancers. Her skin is smooth and evenly tan, a dark gold-brown.


She wears fashionable clothes, flashy sometimes, subtle the next, but always flirty or sexy. She showed up in a [url=http://www.wetseal.com/images/style/3347242310_lg.jpg]black spaghetti strap shirt[/url] paired with a pair of black [url=http://www.forever21.com/images/large/84288042-01.jpg]hip-huggers[/url], and a pair of black Nike tennis shoes, and lastly a black sports jacket. She always wears a [url=http://silverinsanity.biz/images/slmc04.jpg]Celtic knotwork pendant[/url] on a thin, short chain, a [url=http://www.shiningmoon.com/jewelry/highres/ckr007.jpg]amber ring[/url] on her left middle finger, a [url=http://www.allcladdagh.com/claddagh-ring-lrg.jpg]claddagh[/url] on her right ring finger, and a [url=http://123celtic-irish-jewelry.com/mall/Bracelets/cbr22p.jpg]bracelet[/url] on her right wrist.

[b]Personality:[/b] Catherine is not, despite her outwards appearance, a prep. She has a soft, shy, smile that she rarely shows to anyone, and it can peoples knees weak. She is very quiet, hardly ever speaks, and when she does, it is in a soft contralto that sounds husky, close to a cats? purr. She is tentative, shy, and all around a nice person. She is very smart, the top in all her classes ? but she is afraid of the new school. She is athletic (soccer?s her sport), she loves music, and any art form.

[b]Bio:[/b] ?[b]Catherine! Catherine Stephanie Doraldo! ¡Venido aquí inmediatamente! [Come here immediately!][/b]? Catherine had her headphones off in five seconds flat and was hurrying down the stairs, a frightened look on her face.

?[b]Si, Mamma? [Yes, Mamma?][/b]?

Her mother was holding a letter in her hand, and her face was red and angry. Catherine glanced at the envelope in her other hand, and became inwardly furious, and scared. Her mother had found a letter from a boy, and was not happy. Her mother?s tone was sharp. ?[b]¿Qué es éste? [What is this?][/b]?

Catherine looked at the floor, her own face becoming red with tightly reined anger. When she did speak, it was in clipped words, and in English.

?[b]It is a letter, Mamma, no more.[/b]?

Her mother waved it in her face. ?[b]No more? No more? Catherine Stephanie Doraldo, I expected better of you! A boy, one you are three years younger than, and one who does not even have proper manners-[/b]? Catherine?s eyes began tearing up as her mothers? tirade continued, in Spanish, and she didn?t hear half of what was said. The boy in question was Andrew Parker, a 17-year-old from school, and very popular. He was funny, and cute, and Catherine liked him. Suddenly the girl ran to the door, grabbed her coat off the coat hook, and ran out of the house, leaving her mother screaming in the doorway.


Hope this cuts it.[/size][/color]