O'NEIL, daniel henry

[DANIEL HENRY O'NEIL]

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DANIEL HENRY O'NEIL ,,

dan. nineteen. water sprite. heterosexual. jonathan rhys meyers.

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"I find that I'm a pretty easy person to get along with. I like people-- well most of the time anyway. I hate violence and any form of it. People always say I’m quiet, but I don’t think I am. More like aloof, unattached. I endeavor for happiness. Happiness is my main aspiration in life. I try to surround myself with the people I love, and even those I dislike. I am a strong believer in second chances. I like things organized. Schedules are amazing. I could be called a “green” person. Pollution really bothers me, especially water pollution. I want to make the world a better place. Strengths? Well, I’m not a super-athlete, but I am a fantastic swimmer, though that probably comes from being a water sprite. I’m a musician. I play guitar, marimba, and I am learning to play piano. Weaknesses-- now that’s a little easier. I get nervous easily, and get frightened very quickly. When I get nervous I start to stutter and find it hard to concentrate. I am horribly afraid of large spaces, especially if they are full of people. Also, I am too quick to trust. I’m a sucker for hugs, and I believe that if someone gives you a hug, then they are a good person."

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"My parents got a divorce when I was three. I live with my mom and my younger brother Kelvin. He’s fourteen. My mom hates animals, but I have a soft spot for rabbits. My mother’s name is Florence, and my father’s is Robert."

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"I was kind of passed back and forth between my mother and father. Mom’s been living here all her life. Dad did live here, but he hated it and wanted to move. When he married my mom, he decided to stay, but fled to Chicago after their divorce. When I turned twelve, I was told I could choose with whom I wanted to stay with. I ended this child-custody battle by choosing Cherry Tree Lane. I personally love it here. The town is quaint, the residents are mostly nice, and the school is pretty good. Big cities are just too overwhelming."

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"Well, as I mentioned before, Cherry Tree Lane is my first “solid” home. I found it hard to make friends when I was with my dad. Before I found someone I could really trust, I would get whisked away, and the school’s population was just ever-changing. I had one friend though. Her name is Marylin Mosher. She was my best friend, and she never left the grade school I attended. She was devastated when I told her I wouldn’t be coming back. I still try to keep in touch her thanks to the wonderful invention of Facebook, but she and I just seemed to have grown apart. I went to high school here and most of middle and grade school as well. I remembered all the people here, and they welcomed me back. I never had an actual love life. I met a few girls, and a guy or two(I had a sexuality crisis), but they just weren’t right for me. I’m still waiting for my special someone, but until she (or maybe even he) comes, I’ll wait.

I was held back a couple years due to an inability to read—dyslexia—but now I can almost be seen trying to decipher a book. I was held back twice: once in fourth grade, and once as a freshman. I am a senior now. If you take out language classes, I’m a pretty good student. Numbers don’t confuse me as much as words, so I do average in mathematics. I love science. I find it really simple to understand. Well, what I call “practical sciences” (physics and chemistry) anyway."

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so hey! i'm Matt and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a boy. i've been rocking in this world for fourteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for about a year or so!

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Aaron inhaled the scent of the forest. His over-powered senses picked up every odor that could be smelled. The earthy fragrance of damp soil hit him first. Next, the sharp smell of leaves and the greenery that surrounded him. Unfortunately the rank smell of animal droppings hit him as well. Ignoring the last smell he took several more deep breathes as he strolled along. His hands reached out to brush the rough bark of trees. A slight haze was covering his forest. Aaron automatically jerked his head to shake the hair that was not there anymore out of his eyes. He ran his hand through his now shorter hair. His hair softly buzzed against his palm. His mother said that if he came home with that “gangly hair of his” that she would shave off it herself.

Aaron took another breath and smelled breads and pastries. Almost there, he thought to himself. He didn’t notice the difference in scenery. One minute he was breathing in a forest; the next he was looking at a small plaza-like area. He smiled. He walked over to the small bakery that is his home. He almost shivered in anticipation for the homecoming his family and friends had planned for him.

Aaron slowly opened the front door to the bakery. “I’m home!” He called out.

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[NEON!]