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 Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:26 pm
Hallo, meine freunde!
This is where I'm gonna be posting all my profiles, layouts, and all that fun junk. Please don't steal stuff, as it is very annoying, plus it's wrong. If you wanna use something of them, feel free to ask! I
don't bite!...usually. Just kidding, but seriously, just ask first, okay? And of course, you're free to just look around and read.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:27 pm
 THE GENERAL INFORMATION ➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH Samantha Nikole Karmann ➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME Sam ➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS Twenty years ➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY August 4 ➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS Female ➸ I COME FROM ACROSS THE OCEAN German ➸ ALL THE PRETTY PICTURES Picture 1
Picture 2
Picture 3THE PERSONAL FILES ➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST ↝Walks in the forest↜
↝Cold weather↜
↝Snow↜
↝Being alone↜
↝Pride and Prejudice↜
↝Reading↜
↝Cats↜
↝Classical music↜
↝History↜
↝The stars↜
↝Passionfruit↜
↝Napoleon cakes↜ ➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE ↝Social situations↜
↝Obnoxious people↜
↝Stupid people↜
↝Children↜
↝Talking↜
↝Hot weather↜
↝Swimming↜
↝Dancing↜
↝Singing↜
↝Being touched↜
↝Rap music↜
↝Coconut↜
↝Sandwiches↜ ➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN ↝Being taken advantage of↜
↝Rejection↜
↝Being alone for the rest of her life↜
↝Deep water↜
↝Water in general↜
↝Public speaking↜
↝Dying↜ ➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY Pax Deorum by Enya
Caribbean Blue by Enya
Afer Ventus by Enya
➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME ↝Stubborn↜
↝Independent↜
↝Anti-social↜
↝Quiet↜
↝Intimidating↜
↝Serious↜
↝Short-tempered↜
↝Secretive↜
↝Intelligent↜
↝Clueless when it comes to emotions↜
↝Soft on the inside↜
↝Romantic on the inside↜ ➸ LIFE BEFORE IS ONLY A MEMORY Samantha was born to middle-class German shopkeepers, and led a generally happy life. She and her older brother (senior by 13 years) Gilbert were closer than ever for the beginning of her life. She wouldn't go anywhere without him, and he wouldn't go anywhere without knowing she was safe. It seemed his sole object was to protect her. Brother and sister, they both thrived. That is, until she was five.
It was a bleary day in September when her brother announced he was drafted to the army. Of course, Sam didn't know what it meant at the time, but when Gilbert told her that he would be gone for a year, she screamed for him not to go.
"Don't go, Bruder! You can't go!" the little girl screamed at the top of her lungs with crystal tears in her eyes.
A tall, platinum blonde man knelt down in front of her, wiping her tears with a sad smile as he said, "Don't worry. I'll be back before ya know it, squirt."
Sam merely nodded as she saw him get up and walk out the door.
That wasn't even the half of it. It was only 5 months later when a man in uniform showed up at Sam's doorstep. He was carrying a letter and a folded flag. Having read up on the army on the account of her brother, she knew all to well what it meant. Her beloved older brother had been killed in action, and the little five year old that was Sam, changed forever.
For her parents, the childhood was worrying as it could ever be. She didn't have any friends at school, and refused to socialize with any of the other children, content just to sit in the corner and read book upon book. Her parents took her to all sorts of doctors and shrinks and what have you, but that only made it worse. She would just shut up inside her shell and refuse to speak. It was the reason her mother cried herself to sleep and her father stayed up many nights just lying awake.
She blew through school, getting top grades in each of her classes. But instead of applying to college, instead she applied for the army. To die like her brother had so many years ago. To finally be his little Schwester once more. Her parents were outraged, and forbade her from ever going. That was when they found out about this house. Worried about her never marrying or raising a family, they jumped on the chance, and instead of sending their daughter to the army, they sent her to a house full of strangers. ➸ THE PERSON BEHIND THE CURTAIN XxPreussichePrinzessinxX
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:28 pm
➸ Serafina➸ Viktorya ➸ Vasiliev  Literature is my Utopia.
There I am not disenfranchised.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends.
They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. ➸ My name? Well you are a nosey one but if you must know, my student ID reads Serafina Viktorya Vasiliev. So don't go forget it! Oh and not that I have anything against my name but I prefer for everyone to just call me Sera or Fina. I greeted this world seventeen years ago and on the day September 9th. Not that my birthday is any of your bussinese but I do like presents! Anyways, if you haven't already notice, I'm a female and my heart only skips when men walk by me. However, my heart only beats for Cole Scott Johnson. I stand about five foot, seven inches tall and the scale says I weigh about 129. Something you should know is that I'm a member of The Nerds and I'm also known as Miss Bookworm. I'm also a junior, so only a few more years to go. The songs that fit me best are Georgiana and A Postcard to Henry Purcell. For presents, I'd recomend...
Books, and lots of them✦
Pride and Prejudice✦
Trees✦
Reading✦
Writing occasionally✦
Nature✦
Autumn✦
Love stories✦
Discussions about books✦
Old books✦
History✦
Regency Era✦
Vintage Clothing✦
But I wouldn't recommend these...
☩Books being abused☩
☩Being teased☩
☩Bad grades☩
☩Shallow people☩
☩Being forbidden from reading☩
☩Ignorant people☩
☩Kindles or any eReader☩
☩Change☩
☩My friends being teased☩
☩Anyone being teased☩ And just keep these away! ✕Losing her friends
✕Fire
✕Being looked down upon for the rest of her life To be friends, you have to like mine
Drew Locke
The rest of the Nerds, I suppose. Us little ones gotta stick together! And hate my enemies
Sasha Rose
The majority of the Alphas. I can't stand their shallow ways. ➸ Must you know more? Well I guess you should know how I act. So, since you must know, I'm fiercely independent, to the point of being really stubborn sometimes. As told by her name, Serafina is a bookworm. Or more like a book-killer-alien-from-space. She reads books. Constantly. There isn't a single time where you find her without at least two or three books in her somewhat clumsy hands. With her nose buried in a book all the time, she is prone to tripping or running into things, which she gets teased a lot for by the Alphas. But she doesn't really care. Sure, she doesn't like it, but she is comforted by the fact that she will get further in life than any of those degenerates. She isn't afraid to stand up to them and use wit to outsmart their scheming ways, even if it costs her her place in high-school society. She'd do the same for anyone being picked on, and that includes people she doesn't know. Serafina's a little shy, and usually keeps to her circle of friends. Which include her books and the Nerds. And when she is among those friends, she is witty and even slightly sarcastic, but overall she's a kind and sensitive soul.. ➸ Seriously? Well the only way to get out of this is to finish up this story. So here's my life story. Serafina was born to two loving parents, and grew up a little on the poor side. Their house was a little tiny cottage in the middle of the woods, where they had to walk twenty minutes to get into town. To be sure, she was happy. They all were. It was just hard already having a job at the tender age of nine. But Serafina worked diligently, and of course, kept her books always at her side. Trees, creeks, brooks, leaves, old books. All of her favorite things in one place. Life was paradise.
It wasn't until she was fourteen she experienced the biggest shock of her life. The family couldn't pay for both the house and for the new school she would be attending. So, they had to move to a tiny apartment in the city, which Serafina absolutely despised. She felt trapped and cramped in their tiny little living space. But she didn't want to upset her parents, so instead of yelling or screaming at them, she just sealed away her emotions and delved deeper into her books, if that was possible. She gets teased and made fun of a lot at school, but she doesn't tell her parents for fear of worrying them.. ➸ Anything else you need to know? Well there isn't much else except maybe... I use old-fashioned english when speaking, as a result of all the old books I've read. ➸ Miss Bookworm ➸ XxPreussischePrinzessinxX
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 12:13 am
▶▶So the world goes round and round
▶▶With all you ever knew
▶▶They say the sky high above
▶▶Is Caribbean Blue... ✙ϚＡＭＡＮＴＨＡXXXXXӃＡＲＭＡＮＮ✙ᴀɴᴛɪ-sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ // sʜᴏʀᴛ-ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ // sᴏғᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ If every man says all he can◀◀
If every man is true▶▶
Do I believe the sky above▶▶
Is Caribbean Blue?...▶▶ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXȽѳȵεʃɩȵεʂʂ adds beauty to life... ☾☾My heart is opening, I want to be set free
☾☾Because you are here, I can be myself...
☾☾I'm always said to be scowling...【Ｗｈｅｒｅ ａｍ Ｉ? Somewhere, what is it to you?】
【Ｗｈｏ ａｍ Ｉ ｗｉｔｈ? Please, who can stand to be near me?】
【Ｗｈａｔ ａｍ Ｉ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ? Oh, just great. Absolutely fantastic.】
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 【ＰＲＩＮＣＥＳＳ ＳＡＹＳ: ooc here】 ...But my smiling face hasn't been erased☽☽
You may think I'm frightening☾☾
But it's only because I'm straining to laugh☾☾ ...it puts a special ɓʊɾȵ on sunsets and makes ȵɩɡɧȶ air smell better  One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
Ѧȵʠ α ɾѳʋɩȵ' α ɾѳʋɩȵ' α ɾѳʋɩȵ' Ȋ'ʃʃ ɡѳ
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXҒѳɾ α φαɩɾ ѳʄ ɓɾѳωȵ εұεʂ
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