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These two characters are from the book I'm writing titled Outfoxed.
NIKI - Nicole Wells is the genius daughter of Mason and Elizabeth Wells. Her father was a skilled and well known laywer in the UK and her mother was former model turned theater actress. The summer after her high school graduation (she graduated at 15) her parents were murdered when their summer estate was burnt down by an arsonist only known as "The Match for Hire". After reciving her doctorate in psycology and other minor degrees in law and criminal justice at the age of 19 she traveled the world with her boyfirend hunting down the man who killed her parents. She stands 5'5" and has a thinner figure. She has pale skin and scarlet colored hair. Her eyes are brown and look almost golden in certain lighting. She has a varity of medical problems including under developed lungs and the inability to have children. She is well known for her ablility to solve cases based on psycological profiling and has earned recongnition from many police detectives and government agents.
MIGUEL - Miguel Santos Jr is a native of Puerto Rico's Isla de Mariposa (an island off the coast that I created). Son of a boat repairman he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a very capable mechanic. He and Niki met when her parents built their summer estate on his home island. They became very close and eventualy started a relationship. He has stayed by Niki's side through her parents death and continues to help her search for the man who killed her parents. Miguel is quite tall for someone of his racial background standing at 6'5". His tan skin, short dark hair and chocolate brown eyes are quite a contrast to Niki's appearance. He is built like a American football player, with his wide shoulders and thick muscles he looks vey intmidating. In reality he is one of the most gentle and kind people you could ever meet unless you threaten or hurt Niki of course.
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So I have decided to do the impossible. I am going to write summeries for all, well most, of my OCs. I'll put all the ones related to or in the same world as each other in the same post. I hope you guys like them! XD
As always,
Moon
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Hey guys! It's your friendly nieghborhood stalker, Moon! Just wanted to update those who care on what's going on in my life. I turned 16 a few months ago, I finally figured out what I want to do for a career and the most important thing, I found love. Let's start with the big 1-6. It's sort of an acomplishment for me I guess. My mother won't let me drive so the roads are still safe. lol. I think I just feel older and more responsable now. so yeah enough about that. Next, my future career. I have decided that I want to be a high school level English teacher. I love writing and reading and I want to share that love with the world...well a few hundred students technically. Anywho, I'm just proud to make that decision before I start applying to colleges. Now the best for last. I am in a relationship with the most amazing person on the face of this rock we call our home. That's a mouthful. (that's what she said lmao) This said person happens to also be a girl. For those who are still confused about my gender it is on my profile. *facepalms* I am not a complete lesbian, I would consider myself as a bi-sexual. Shirtless and muscular men entertain me far too much. That was a lovely mental picture....I get off topic to easily. So, this girl is beautiful and intellegent and funny and as perfect as a human being can be. I love her and she loves me. (Kiss my ass homophobes) Well that's all. I hope this provides you with some insight on my current life. If it does other things for you I suggest seeing a doctor...yeah... As always my lovely minions, Moon
Nothing is ever perfect. It will never be. I know that for a fact. Happiness will never last. At one point something bad will happen and it will all spiral back down again. That is the complete and utter truth. Currently though, my life is contradicting this fact. I am overwhelmingly happy and in the back of my mind I know it won't last. It's killing me.
When you love someone you never want to let them go. You think about them all the time and miss them when you're not together. You want to tell the whole world about them and say to complete strangers, "This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with!". But what if that person happens to be the same *** as your own? Now all of the things above seem pointless. Because no matter how accepting people are it will never be the same. And that's what scares me the most.
This is a preview for those who can't wait to read my currently in-progress book Outfoxed. I hope you like it.
My eyes fly open and I sit up with such speed that I become lightheaded. My lungs feel as if they are on fire. I reach for my inhaler only to realize that the end-table is bare. I stand, supporting my weight with the bed because my legs are shaking. I make my way to the bathroom slowly to prevent myself from falling. I lean against the door-frame while my hand searches blindly for the light-switch. After a short while my fingers brush the small, plastic toggle and I switch it on. The single bulb lights up after flickering a few times. I look at myself in the mirror. My ivory skin glistens with sweat and my scarlet hair looks like a rat had nested in it. I lean down and wash my face in the sink. The water smells and has a light brown hue but it is cold and feels good on my skin. I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and I flinch. “It’s ok, it’s just me.” His voice calms me. “Miguel, don’t scare me like that.” He laughs and hands me a towel. I dry off my face and hands then look in the mirror again. Miguel is a foot taller than myself and built like an American Football player. His naturally tan skin makes mine look even more pale than it already is. His dark hair is short and messy and looks as if he hasn’t shaved for days. “You have another nightmare bonita?” I rub my eyes. “How could you tell?” He pulls me into his chest. “You were screaming again. I got a call from the front desk. Manager wanted us to keep it down.” “Oh.” He kisses the top of my head. “Yeah. So, now that we’re both up, what do you want to do today?” I raise my eyebrow. “You know very well what I plan on doing today.” “Eh, well I was just hoping we could take a break for a little while.” I pull out of his arms and start digging through my medicine bag. “We will, after the man who killed my parents is safe behind bars.” “Safe from you killing him right?” I nod and continue searching for my inhaler. “Where is it?” “What?” I turn the bag upside down and shake the contents out. “My inhaler. It was in here yesterday.” “Oh, this thing?” He has my inhaler in his hand. “Yes! May I have it please?” He smirks. “Come get it.” I walk over to take it but he stands and holds it above his head. “Miguel! This is not funny!” I try to reach it but I’m not tall enough. “Use that fancy brain of yours bonita.” My eyes narrow and I frown. Miguel picked the wrong day to piss me off. I walk over and knee him in the groin. He yelps and drops to his knees. I take my inhaler from his hand and use it. Miguel looks at me with tears in the corners of his eyes. “This hurts ya know!” I take a few deep breaths to test my lungs. “Well, next time do what I ask.” He glares at me. “Yes, ma’am.” I roll my eyes and grabbed some ice out of the ice container. I wrap a towel around it and hand it to him. “This isn’t gonna do anything.” “What do you want me to do? Kiss it and make it better?” He winks at me. I shake my head and walk over to the coffee maker and start some tea. “Maybe later.”
Secret Password
She has a secret password, that unlocks what’s inside. It releases her true self, with nothing left to hide.
She may not be an angel, but peaceful she will remain. While the demons escape her, that she tries to contain.
Her innocence is questioned, though she is truly pure. As I stand by by helpless, hoping there is a cure.
I watch her carry this burden, every minute, hour and day. As she stares into he distance, knowing it will never be ok.
For she has a secret password, that unlocks what’s inside. It releases her true self, with nothing left to hide.
I’m not emo…I’m not saying I’m the farthest thing from it. I’ve been depressed. I once saw all the negatives to life. I once sat in complete silence for months on end. All I had were a notebook and pen to keep me company. I didn’t plan on posting the things I wrote, but I did. Hoping to send away the emotions with them. But they remained… they stay as a constant reminder of what I did to myself…what I caused. But as I said before I don’t regret it. I embrace it. I embrace my regrets, my fears, my depression because I need to. Because I want to. So don’t call me emo the next time you talk to me…call me by my name. Call me a survivor.
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Fear
Posted On 07/04/2010 18:47:00
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Have you ever been so scared of something that you froze? Have you
ever been so scared of something you couldn't scream? That feeling you
had, it's called fear. Everyone has thier own fears. Even the most
unbreakable people fear something. What do you fear? Change? Fate?
Death? That's what I fear. When people talk about how they think
they'll die I feel sick to my stomach. When something in my life
changes I can't stand it and I try to change it back. And fate, the
force that chooses what happens to us, it drives me to my breaking
point. I don't want to know how I'll die. I don't want my life to
change. I want to choose what happens to me. But I can't. That is why
we express fear. Because fear as a definition is "the emotion
expressed when we are faced with something that we have little or no
knowledge of." This my readers is where I leave you, once again with a
simple question.
What do you fear?
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