TRENTY EFFING COLVILLE

[TRENTY COLVILLE (HIATUS)]

firstmiddlelast.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm KIMMAY URAY,
and i'm applying to your ”FANTASTIC”
little site. i'm FIFTEEN years young.
i've only been roleplaying for TOO MANY EFFING years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the SEXY one. (Wait. That depends on the character! Otherwise I’m the FUCKING AWESOME one. <3)



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name ,trenton scott colville.

nicknames ,trent. trenty. asher’s bitch.

age and year ,seventeen years of age.

sexual preference ,more queer than a rainbow, bby.

birthday ,december seventeenth, nineteen ninty-one.

species ,wizard!

occupation ,student.

powers ,

• Illusion.
  
• Teleportation.
  
• Time Manipulation.
  
• Disintegration.

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , five nine.

weight ,150lbs.

tattoos and piercings ,none!

best feature ,that voluptuous ass of his, possibly? or his holy-shit-i-jizzed smile.

general ,

playby , brendon urie. (common terms: bden urayyy.)

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes ,

dislikes ,

strengths ,

weaknesses ,

fears ,

quirks ,

secrets ,

general ,

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal ,strawberry yogurt covered cheerios!

deal or no deal ,no deal!

if confronted by the living dead ,make friends! :D or scream.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown ,nice, france.

family ,

pets ,none. yet.

best memory ,meeting asher. *awwwwwsosentimental*

worst memory ,getting beaten by his foster parents. and having to keep it a secret.

history ,

[/strike] they thought would do him some good; a place where he could 'be with people of his kind' as they put it. and so ended the beatings. or so you thought.[/ul]
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we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , “take a good, hard look at the motherfucking boat.” oh the lonely island. <3

sample post , you know meeeee. and my postingggg.
but here! have a sample!

Evan said:

He had no choice but to blush more profusely and look away from her. Evan hated the fact that he blushed so much – but that’s just what she did to him. Actually, everything she did and said had an effect on him. And they were all wonderful. He rested his arms around her neck, smiling softly. It was such a simple thing – a simple gesture – yet it made Evan’s heart well up with joy. He really did love this girl, or else he wouldn’t be here, stressing out about one night. This one night that he’s been planning out and perfecting for a week. Actually, it’s been more than a week, but he’ll lessen the number for his sake. He wouldn’t be dying right now in anticipation to know whether or not she’ll push him away. Whether or not she’ll say yes or if she’ll laugh at him. His insides twisted nervously.

Average and plain? Pft! Xio was anything but average and plain. She was gorgeous, special, amazing, wonderful, perfectly indescribable – the list would keep going but his mind was turned off for a moment as she kissed him harder. A contented sigh left his lips as she pulled away. Before her question was finished, she stopped to ‘awww’. His heart stopped as he looked over at the basket. Damnit, I knew I should have put it somewhere else. A darker color invaded his cheeks as he picked up his jacket. He smiled shyly as she asked about the article. A small nod was all he could manage as he carefully draped it over her shoulders – much like the day at the lake. The mere remembrance sent chills down Evan’s spine as he leaned in and pecked her lips softly. “I knew you wouldn’t have one,” he said softly, laughing gently.

He pulled away, nodding in satisfactory as he tugged the bandana from his pocket. “I hope you’re ready,” he said with that stupid lopsided smile, “Because whether you are or not, I’m taking you with me.” He folded the bandana in his hands so it made a nice blindfold before holding it up with a small smile. “But I can’t let you see where we’re going,” he said as he leaned forward, carefully draping the fabric over her eyes, tying it lightly behind her head. Evan smiled as he leaned in to kiss her lips again, securing the knot in the bandana. “C’mon,” he whispered against her lips, lacing his hand with hers and tugging her gently, picking up the basket on their way out of the corridor.

It wasn’t that big of a deal for Evan to cross the grounds, or go outside, even. Ever since Evan realized that snow storms would more than likely hit Winterthorne, he worked a little harder on his weather control. And it worked. Kind of. Well, it worked enough for him to take Xio to the bell tower and not completely freeze to death. He gently tugged her along with him, carefully guiding her every step as they walked up the insanely long staircase to the top of the bell tower. With the basket in the crook of his arm and Xio’s hand on the other, he carefully concentrated at what awaited them at the top of the staircase.

In Evan’s mind it was simple, yet elegant. Since he didn’t dare bring real candles all the way up here just to take them down again or more than likely forget them, illusions proved themselves useful. He concentrated on the placing of every candle as they appeared around the room at the top. The soft glow illuminated the vast room, giving it a cozy yet romantic feel. The soft blanket that he placed up there earlier in the day was still lying there neatly in the center of the room as the candles appeared around it. The wind in the tower seized completely as Evan concentrated on calming thoughts, helping both the weather surrounding the structure and his heart rate.

They finally reached the top of the tower and Evan smiled, pleased with his work. It was just how he pictured. Smiling he leaned close to Xio’s ear and whispered softly, “We’re here. But you can’t look yet.” He briefly removed Xio’s hand from him as he ran across the room, setting the basket down at the edge of the blanket. He opened it up, withdrawing a plate with a silver covering over it, setting that beside the basket. Quickly glancing over his shoulder, he made sure Xio hadn’t peeked yet before withdrawing a smaller plate and setting it behind the basket and out of site. She couldn’t see that one yet. Not yet.

“Okay!” Evan said, the smile evident in his voice. “You can look now!” He stood in the middle of the blanket, a shy smile upon his lips, the blush on his cheeks masked by the candlelight. He gave her a moment to take it in before asking innocently and quietly, “What do you think?”

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andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

[SNICKI]

ACCEPTED.
of course. c: