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THE NAME'S:: Demetri Markus Kross
BUT THEY CALL ME:: Kross, or Dem for his closest friends
BEEN ALIVE FOR:: Looks 17 years
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Bisexual
GENDER:: male
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME:: Cashmere, WA
RIGHT NOW I'M LIVING:: Forks, WA
I AM A:: Vampire
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HOW HIGH, HOW HEAVY:: 5'7'', 130 lbs.
PERMANENT ACCESSORIES:: ear piercings
WHAT I LOOK LIKE:: Let's start at the head, with my hair. It's a white-blonde and rather shaggy. I have a whole lot of cuts that I can do, but one of my favorites is when my bangs are longer than the rest of my hair and it's short cut everywhere else. I have brown eyes, which look pretty good with my blonde look if you ask me. My ears just barely make it too the ends of my short hair cut, but I don't think they actually stick out. I have a nice nose, I guess. Critics would probably say it's a bit pudgy, but it's perfect on me. As I am a boy, I'm not going to be all, I have fantastic lips, but I'm said to be a good kisser. Anyways, I'm tan and could probably pass off as a surfer.

I'm fairly built, got the body of a model probably, but I don't like to sound conceited. I'm not 'oh lookie macho' built, but more of a 'yes, I can go lift weights, but I'm not going too' look. My arms aren't packed with any muscle, but probably a best description would be shonei-ai, as I am not this big guy that everybody drolls over but the smaller guy in the background that people like because I can play music and I'm... Well... Girl's would probably say hot. I'm still kind of in my hot phase and haven't gotten to handsome, but I still have a few looks that few would say are 'cute'. But, I don't dwell over it. I don't like people judging.

I wear the basic guy stuff. Tee-shirts and jeans, a leather jacket here or there. I have my ear-pierced because that's what cool guys do. I sometimes wear a shirt that is made more to fit to my body than a tee-shirt, and I think I look pretty damn good in it. So, don't try and mess with me. These sneakers have seen more than the ground in their days. A few faces and guts have seen the bottom of my shoe very closely, and sometimes they get a chance to even see my nice knuckles and their power. It's a very nice change of plan, but this is totally me.
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I LOVE::guitars, music, singing, skateboarding, chillaxing, acting, running, competitions, hanging out in trees, rafting.
I HATE::shy people, quietness, scooters, rollerblades, being bossed around, being pushed around, not feeding, losing, walking, swimming.
I'M THE GREATEST at::Playing the guitar, acting like I care, climbing trees. acting myself.
I JUST CAN'T DO IT::Being on time, taking directions, quick to anger, easy to forgive.
THEY MAKE ME SHIVER IN MY BOOTS::Messing up in front of other people, dying, fire, not knowing where I am, girly guys, gangs, drugs.
I'M A DREAMER::Becoming famous, find somebody special, go to Hawaii.
I'VE GOT MY SECRETS::I name my instruments, I talk to them when I'm bored, I have a soft side for cats.
THIS IS ME::
musician::
Yes, I'm a musician, I like to play the guitar the most. Most people would say I'm lyrical in my personality. I rhyme without meaning too, and I'm constantly singing to myself when I'm not around anyone else. My life is like the music staff, it's pretty much blank, until you go back day by day and so far it's turned out to be this spaztic piece of work. Some say I have MPD, since my exact looks and such change from day to day. The musician part recognizes the fact that I'm rather calm and put together when I'm not antagonized, and I speak my mind in a calm tone. I'm not a shove-it kind of guy at these times.

shut up::
When somebody asks for it, I will be harsh. I'm quick to anger with people who aren't my friends, but I'm also fast to forgive somebody if they really didn't mean it. When I'm angry, I tend to be a bit of a jerk and snap out at people. I don't try too, but something must've happened way back when that just made me this way. Maybe it was my parents. I can't get mad at my friends though, it's almost impossible. They're my friends for a reason, and I tend to keep it that way. I don't go for friends that are jerks but have materialistic things. I'm looking for those people who are reliable and easy to get along with. It's hard to be mad with these people.

otherwise::
Typical guy, that's what I am. I'm a jock, absolutely love skateboarding. It's hard to not get along with me, and I'm a pretty good friend. I love music and get along with anybody who also does. I'm not one of those 'get out and go' kind of guys, but I'm not a lazy butt. I'll go out and do things when I want to, or just chill out. I won't get into fights unless somebody threatens my friends, and when that happens, prepare for my wrath. I'm a bit clingy, I guess. I don't want to lose them and if one of my friends were in direct danger, I'd take the bullet if it meant they'd live. I'd do a lot for my friends.
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MY MOTHER:: unknown
MY FATHER:: unknown
MY SIBLINGS:: none
LOVEWASMADEFORYOUANDME:: none
OTHER FAMILY AND LOVED ONES:: unknown
THE BEST OF THE BEST:: Finding out I was a vampire and finding others like me in Forks.
THE WORST OF THE WORST:: The few days before I became a vampire and getting shot at.
ME, MYSELF AND MY LIFE:: Most of my human life is pretty sketchy these days, I can only remember importants. I only know the name of the town was called Cashmere. It's a small town, class size of maybe eighty, with trees everywhere. It's known as the Apple capitol of Washington, other than the fact that Wenatchee was now stealing that title. Stupid Wenatcheeans. I lived down a shady road, about a mile and a half from the school and two hundred feet from the river. We went rafting down the river often, and I would always sneak out to hang out at the park with my friends. My parents were lose with that kind of thing, pretty much let me do anything I wanted too.

I didn't have many friends, but what I had were fantastic. We would ride our skateboards around downtown, though it wasn't really legal, and site on the steps of the otherwise abandoned church. We were carefree, and didn't have a worry in the world. We dated girls and flirted constantly, we were the envy level of the school. All the girl's would want to see what it was like to date one of us, but we didn't take them boarding. They came boarding and should known how to skate or we weren't inviting them. It was a guy thing, and that's just how we rolled. We would start hanging after school, ditching detention or whatever, and go around if we didn't have sports. If so, we'd go after that.

It wasn't until one day, a few days after I had turned seventeen, that I decided that my friends and I should go down to the park around midnight. There were always some weirdoes there and we were going to go down there and taunt them. All of us met down at my house and then started up to the Riverwalk, which was a road that overlooked the houses on one side and the river on the other. It was supposed to prevent floods, but of course, the water would seep under the bottom on occasion and flood the nearby houses. We stopped and glanced down at one of the inlets, which a few people called Emilee Beach. Nobody was down there and we started back towards the park.

Of course, we never made it there.

There was a group of kids up ahead. We planned just to go around them, as we had done days before. We went to single file, so we didn't have to go right by them. As we skated by, a few of the older kids stood in our way. We were forced to stop, and realized that we were surrounded. The kids smelled of drugs, since there weren't gangs, there were a few drug users around, and they started towards us. I recognized a few of them, and tried to call their attention towards me, but they didn't. It was like evasive manuever five. We all scattered, boards in our hands. Everybody got away. Except of course, for one person.

Me.

One of the druggies had recognized me and pulled me over. I struggled against him, but he was obviously stronger than me. Another approached me and started taunting me, trying to get me to try some. I decided that I was going to try cussing, which I didn't do often, but I had no other choice. As the words left my mouth, I could see the rest of my group running. So much for support. The next thing that happened was excruciating. I felt the wind rush out of me as one of the dopes punched me, and the rest joined in. I couldn't really fight back, and so I took it in silence, and they finally stopped once I was almost nothing more than a bloodly pulp. The leader picked me up and tossed me down the path.

I landed in the water, rolling down the side of the Riverwalk. I couldn't swim well, especially in these conditions. I was struggling to get a breath when I went under. I don't know how long I went like that, but I finally woke up on the shore of a beach. Something about me was different, I could feel it. I took a breath and pushed myself to my hands. I gave a cough, having some sand in my throat, and looked up. A guy was standing there, a run raised and pointed at me. I mumbled an apology of sorts and he shot at the sand next to me. I scrambled to my feet and then took my chances and jumped in the water and started swimming.

That was when I noticed that I wasn't harmed. Everything seemed to be healed about me, and I was swimming way to fast. It wasn't normal. I pulled up and noticed that I was somewhere I hadn't been before. I stood out of the water, barely aware that I wasn't in need to breath. I blinked. Everything seemed so clear around here, and was it me, or did I look different? It only took me a bit to figure out that I was a vampire. Weird. I had heard rumors around that there was one. He, or she, must've found me when I was in the water and bit me or something, then ditched. It was stupid, but it was better than being dead.

This was a new beginning, I concluded, and I started west, towards Forks. I had heard about a mysterious group of people down there, and Forks was a great place to explore. If I was faster, I could probably run there in just a bit. I had heard there was vampires and werewolves, but those were rumors. But, I was most definately not human, so I couldn't say that they probably didn't exsist. And so my story begins in Forks. I found a group, called the Cullens, and they told me what I needed to know. For the while, I was content, then I needed to find somebody as a friend. And so, I went out and started living on my own, looking for somebody to call a friend.
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hey i'm AMBER ROSE! i've been around for THIRTEEN years, and i've been roleplaying for FOUR YEARS. i'm totally wicked 'cause i'm at the INTERMEDIATE-ADVANCED level on the RP scale.
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