` ` Sahari D'Aveed ~

[Sahari D'Aveed]

LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
SAHARI D. D’AVEED !

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alright, so you can call me Taylor and i have been kicking it in the good ol’ BA for 18 (optional) summers. i’m pulling the strings of one puppet and he goes by Sahari! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at PM, no problem!

LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?

full name: Sahari D. D’Aveed
how do we pronounce that?: saa-ha-ri . Dah-veed
nicknames: Sahi, Veedi
age & birthday: May 8th, 17
grade: sophomore
occupation: student
what kind of money you making?: upper class
ethnicity: Caucasian
face claim: Bellz
appearance: Sahari had always been what they'd call a 'pretty boy'. It would appear he had barely inherited any masculine looks from his unknown Father, but all the beauty of his mother. This included his natural wavy black curls that he has straightened and cuts in to many different styles and colors, along with his full pouting lips that are a pale pink color and perfect for his round face and angular eyes that always seem just a little sad even when he's smiling.

His eyes are naturally an exotic jade color which seems to be the only thing he inherited from his father, though he can't be sure since his mother rarely looked at him for him to tell if her hybrid eyes were part green as well. His body is lean and on the scrawny side, its not that he doesn't eat just that he doesn't eat enough to gain weight. Though he sometimes shifts his weight so as to allay suspicions from the nurses that he's starving himself, the unwanted attention is just bothersome. His flesh is smooth but unnaturally pale due to being cooped up at home for most of his life since his mother was a little nutty. Sometimes when he moves at the right angle his bones show through his flesh and its not the pure press of a skeleton under flesh its just a faint dimpling of the flesh around the base of his ribs.

The clothes he chooses to wear usually amplifies how thick and gorgeous his ass is. Choosing to wear tight pants and odd shirts that are usually sized for children such as his favorite Dr. Seuss shirt or black and white striped socks and black converse Sahari is always dressed not to impress but to individualize and rebel. His piercings always stand out on his skin along with the tattoo of skeleton hands over his own hands and jack skellington on his arm.

I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.

likes:
nail polish
• sex
• make up
• colors
• cigarettes
Late night television
Men
Women
Candies
Chocolate
Video games


dislikes:

Bad Singing
Hairy Girls
Hairy Boys
Cops, the show not the actual force.
Mucus of any kind.
Reality Television.
Bad teeth.
Virginal kissers, not the cute kind the messy kinds.
Bad Hair that’s not on purpose.
Formality.
Rules.

fears: Religious Sects.
Prudes, it’s not a logical fear its more they disturb him.
habits: Polish Picking and nail biting
strengths: Attitude, Charisma, Personality, Force of Will, Magnetic aura, Intelligent, Witty, Adorable and Hot.
weakness: anti-social
goals: death to smoochy and a soul mate
secret(s): we all got em, sunshine
personality: Sahari in short is a bitch. Despite how fragile and innocent he looks he takes no crap from anyone and tends to have a somewhat condescending attitude towards everyone else. He is indifferent to most people’s feelings and lives for his own self gratification. His demeanor is cold and somewhat intimidating and because of that he's seen as an untouchable beauty, pined after by many a girl and secretly many a boy as well he tends to shun many offers of intimacy saying that they weren't worth his time. Through this he's become difficult to approach and this makes it hard for him to make friends.

He doesn't mind being alone and is mostly alone outside of his classes, rather than the stalkers that are determined to get him to open up no one really pays attention to him, though he obviously stands out. He also has a trust issue and a strange fetish for eyes, being a shifter the intimate details of the human anatomy is a class he favors most out of all the courses he's required to take. He has become somewhat of a human lie detector. Watching the motions of peoples bodies as they spoke to others and chuckling to himself at some of the most ridiculous lies.

Sahari is in essence a people watcher, and though he hates the eyes the most on the human body he also cherishes their blatant honest yet curses it as well. Sahari has a minor phobia of the human eye, he despises it because he feels that it watches him and judges him. This phobia has somewhat shaped his reaction to people, he rarely gives eye contact choosing to stare off in to space in his own little world or glance at other things while speaking to people he deems worthy enough to hear the dulcet sounds of his voice. Sahari is also a very picky person, he stares only at specific shades of eyes, mostly choosing to avoid hybrid eye colors at all costs and green or blue eyes. Sahari is tolerable though, intelligent as well and is nice to those who are nice to him first, he doesn't bare grudges against all people, just ignorant retarded people and beings that make his 'ain't shit' meter chime.

YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?

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sexuality: Bisexual
turn ons: Licking the back of the knees >-> ear biting, neck biting, hickeys in the right places, whispering, sensitive tummy, piercing play, biting.
turn offs: loud abrasive behavior, annoying people, being disturbed, body hair, homophobes, religion.

SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!

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mother: Xeva D’Aveed
spouse: yeah right
children: never
other relatives: Aunts and Uncles and Cousins.
pets: Rat named Scooter
hometown: Israel
current residence: Hershey, PA
history: History removed by Admin under request of the user.

history.

IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?

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member title: Hershey’s Bliss
i know you read the rules: thebeatlesrocksocksoff
impress me, baby: Lethario bore his fangs in annoyance. How was it fucking possible that a creature had been birthed on to this earth that could bother him to this extent? He moved with a flicker suddenly crouched on the table his clawed hands resting just below his thighs as his honeyed eyes stared at Marius with an angry intent. Marius may have been old as dirt and had experience with commanding battalions and the like but Lethario would not be swayed by this beast.

"Why don't you just fucking piss on her so we all know she's yours? Your like a dog with a bone, Lady Effie isn't some toy you can have all to yourself. She has a duty to the people of her coven that love her and respect her."

This was rapidly escalating in to a fight and though Lethario didn't want that he was tired of Marius always bitching about him. He may have thought that Lethario needed to grow up but as far as he was concerned the immature one was Marius. Always snapping at any male that got to close to Effie, it was no wonder no one in the fucking coven but Effie even liked him in the least. Over possessive to the point where it was ridiculous and wild to boot! He really was a ticking time bomb and now Lethario understood why his stomach would lurch everytime he was around the wild beast of a man.

"Get over yourself, Lady Effie knows its a joke but you just can't seem to get that. I'm not trying to step on your toes or hers, since I have to explain myself to you master since you obviously can't make sense of my actions like Lady Effie can I will."

Lethario moved a fraction of an inch closer, he could get directly up in Marius' face because he knew for a fact he was faster than the man. Much faster, without all those unnecessary muscles in his way. Not to mention his job was chasing down slaves and runaways. He had always been faster than the average vampire, much faster, it was because of the life he'd led before he'd arrived at this coven.

"Before I got to this coven I was with my sire. I traveled around the world and learned many things. But something happened that forced me to come here, I cried, I haven't cried since then and at that moment I bonded with Lady Effie. Since Lady Effie clearly understands that the only reason I tease her as relentlessly as I do is because I feel that I have to prove myself worthy of her and that I'm still embarrassed no matter how many centuries ago that was that I still hate the fact that I cried against her like that."

Lethario felt the rage bubbling inside of him and a growl bubbled in his throat. This was stupid of him, he was probably getting no where all his words were probably hitting the damn fluffy head of his and not penetrating that ridiculously hard head of his. But he had to make him understand that he was not a threat to their partnership it was innocent fun and he hated people that couldn't take a fucking joke. His breath eased out in a guttural snarl. Marius would probably attack him now but he didn't care he was tired of running away, tired of being the damn push over, the hidden vampire that didn't mingle to much with anyone else of the coven other than Lady Effie and by force Lord Marius.

"You think you can just come here and rule us because your fucking her? They might be scared of you but you make me sick. Don't preach to me about earning respect when the only reason your in that damn co-leader spot is because your her damn boyfriend! Why don't you try earning OUR respect first!?"


Word Count: 719

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[Nate Kohle]

The dorm assigned to you is dorm number 251 in the co-ed dormitory.