((BUMP! Dammit, thats it I'm just gonna make a guy right now XP))

Name: Jethro Carter

Age: Eighteen

Species: Human

Grade: 12

Personality: Jethro, now Jethro isn't exactly the nicest guy in the world. He is actually a really big jerk. He isn't exactly your school yard bully, he doen;t go after random people but if you try and talk to him, expect too be shot down. (I fail, I can't explain him so you'll see)

Appearance: Standing at a height of 6'2'' Jethro is a rather good looking boy, but most seem to forget as soon as he opens his mouth. He has clear cornflower blue eyes which stand out against his rather pale (Nothing sickly) skin and his straight jet black hair. He has s straight nose that just fits his face, and has rather average lips, They aren't thin but then again not full, although his bottom lip is slightly larger than his top. His lips are usually in a crooked smile, although some may call it a sneer. He is rather in shape, having a good amount of muscle, which makes sense because he has to stay in shape for football. He normally wears long sleeves tops, which are normally close fitting which show off how built he is, although he doesn't do it on purpose. He also almost always wears dark jeans, not a very colourful guy. He also has a tattoo on the inside of his forearm that says Carpe Diem

History: Nothing to interesting here.

Other:

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((Right, I'm making a guy. so we can start))

Name- James Ray Williams

Age-17

Species- Human

Grade- 11

Personality- James is good at cheering people up and he has a rather good sense of humor. He has a pretty down-to-earth attitude, the moral he most lives by is 'Laughter is the best Medicine', and he will have a go at trying to strike off a conversation with anyone. He is kind and caring but can take things a little too far at times, so that may put people off him. Sometimes he might seem a little bit childish for his age but he does have a serious side, which doesn't come out often.He is not very shy at all greeting people as soon as he meets them most of the time, so he can seem a bit in your face. He likes sport, but he isn't very good at any other sport from cross-country since he has great stamina and speed. (Sorry, I coudn't think of much more, I'm just making him so we can start)

Appearance- James stands a 6'1'' and has a rather well built body. His hair is a dark shade of blonde and it just touches the top of his eyebrows at the top whilst the rest is medium length, usually in a shaggy look. He doesn't care much of what he looks like since he usually just throws on whatever, which most of the time is a plain white T-shirt, blue jeans and some trainers. He has gentle amber eyes with are outlined by medium legth eyelashes. He has a small nose which fits well onto his face. He has rather full lips and his skin has a very, very slight tan to it.

History- James was born into a normal family, they lived in a normal house, on a normal street. (That normal enough?) He was 6 when his sister, Izzy, was born. At first, he detested the thought of a little sister because the attention would be taken from him, but then he grew to love her and formed a very close bond with her. James's father divorced his mother when James was 9, Izzy 3, and James has never seen him since. His mother married again to a man called Mike, but James and Izzy have never really liked him. Also, Mike had inherited alot of money from his family so the Wood Family moved to the area around the highschool. James now lives in a rather big house witha large forest behind it, but he has never called Mike 'Dad' and has vowed he never will.

Other- Izzy was allowed a dog, a siberian husky called Max, for her present on her 11th birthday.  James is also pretty good at playing the guitar.

(( Kogalover35 might join... I sent her a rmail and she said okay :D Whos starting... NOT ME! ))

Greyson clutched the ashen corpse's stiff shoulders with yet firmer palms. His serrated teeth tore futilely at his girlfriend's dry flesh, a desperate, feral glimpse tainting his celestial, emerald eyes. Stray brunette hairs flew about his face frantically, his alluring visage denying his wrongdoing and the salty stench of crimson. Realizing the fruitlessness of his efforts, he cast the body to the dank ground, amidst the decomposing forms of past victims, among them past friends, neighbors, teachers, parents... A guilty tear forming in the corner of his mournful eyes. He looked to his girlfriend, Allison's lifeless form, and wept, remembering the pas.sion he felt that led to her untimely death. The cravings were unconquerable, and he killed those he held dearest. He bent over her, caressed his lips with a gentle finger, and outlined her mouth, which was morbidly grinning at him. She was expecting an angel's embrace, but stimulated a demon's wrath.

Tomorrow at school, he would compulsively blame her disappearance upon the "mystery vampire," which wouldn't be lying, of course. Even so, he knew there was another murderer guilty as he that roamed the desolate landscape of his beloved town. Grey forced himself to rise from his crouching position, and trudged off to the nearby highschool he attended. He knew he would soon get over the sadness of Allison's demise, as he had done so a hundred times previously.

Grey leapt past the trees faster than imaginable, and found himself landing upon the cruel asphalt of the schoolgrounds. He slung his navy backpack over his sturdy shoulder and entered the heavy double doors of the school, sitting down at the nearest rusty bench. His beautiful personage contrasted fiercely with the dreary Monday background, autumn quietly caressing the calendar.

Karienne hopped around her room, one long leg in her blue skinny jeans the other hanging out. She quickly shoved everything into her bag, when she heard an impatient car horn. "I'm hurrying." She called although she knew the boy didn't hear her. She slipped her other leg into the pants and pulled them up. She grabbed a clean white v-neck top and pulled it on, rumaggin around the drawer some more looking for some bracelets. She pulled up a group of gold one and pulled them on her wrists. She scanned her room once more to see if she missed anything, she noticed a cropped demin jacket, the same colour as her pants, she rushed over and grabbed it before getting her back-pack and swinging over her shoudler.

She bound down the stairs jumping the last few landing with a thud. "Kari?" she heard her mother call, her french accent noticable. "Je suis d'accord Maman." she called back, sticking her feet into her black combat boots. Unconvential yes, but she was in one of those moods. "No breafast for you?" her mother said coming out of the kitching. "Non, je suis d'accord," She quickly rushed over and gave the taller lady a kiss on the cheek. "Au revoir." she said as she rushed out the door.

She hopped down the porch steps and walked up the black sports car parked outside her house. "Nice digs Jethro." She said as she  stepped in. The boy in the drivers seat rolled his blue eyes in her direction. "Birthday present." He said as he grabbed the gear stick thing, out of park and started to drive up the orad. "Your birthday was last, wait - it was 3 months ago." She said looking over at him. He raised an eyebrow and made a face. She shook her head curls bouncing, before she leaned her head on the car window.

Jethro drove in silence, before he got bored and put on the radio. Karienne looked over and changed it chuckling slightly, as the song start singing 'Sexy time'. He raised his hand to change it but she smacked it away. "Wait I wanna listen to this." she grinned. She scanned him over for a second. "wow, Jeth you actually look nice." She grinned, trying to looked surprised. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and a white shirt, and dark blue jeans, with some black and white Nike hightops. "Well I outta considering you basically plan my wardrobe." He said as he pulled into the school parking lot. It was true, Karienne took him shopping and bought all his cloths, it was embar*censored*ing at time, but still much  better than he could ever do, and now his mother no longer had to do it, so no more dumb Spiderman tops.

He stepped out the car and turned to lock it once his younger friend had stepped out. "You meeting that southern kid?" he asked as he stuffed the keys into her bocket, slinging his black bag over his shoulder. Karienne rolled her eyes. "He's from New Orleans, thats not even near Texas, I think." she pondered, causing Jethro to smile his crooked grin. "Shut up, you know I'm failing geography." She slung her back pack over her shoulder. "Yo I'll see you later." She said before walking off toward the school. Jethro shook his head and leaned against the car and waited for one of his friends to show.

((Fail, I can have either Jethro or Kari tlk to Greyson maybe? He's rather new to the school right?))