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name: Malcolm Tilsley
nicknames: colmy, or mal.
age: Twenty-five
gender: Male
eye color: Dark Green
hair color: Dark Brown
sexuality: Hetersexual
personality: .lets just say, hes a soft boi
History: Malcolm grew up in a very rich family, he to was going to foster home, all his 4 years of living. Untill a rich family came in and took him as their own. As he grew older and bigger he became more intimidating, he wouldnt hurt people of course. He would just have this resting b*tch face that made him look scary. But hes not, eventually when he turned 20 he had decided to open up his home for kids all around that needed a forever home, or at least a home. He wanted to provide all that. His daughters, he felt like didnt have much socializing, so he brought other kids in for them to socialize with
likes:[/u] People, kids, laughter, smiling, jokes, bored games,being outside, playing with the kids, being there for his family (including the new kids), reading, writing, art
dislikes: Upset kids, people who are determined to be cruel, ignorance, bullying.
fears: Heights, pain.
quote: families are like branches on a tree.we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one
disabilities: Nope
pets: A goolden doodle, therapy dog, his name is kenny. and hes the sweetest thing
other information: dont let him sleep in in the mornings (lol) he is busy, and there is never a time he is not up to help the kids out, he lets his wife sleep and the kids who are awake he helps them out. Than goes to work, while the wife takes care of them.
nicknames: colmy, or mal.
age: Twenty-five
gender: Male
eye color: Dark Green
hair color: Dark Brown
sexuality: Hetersexual
personality: .lets just say, hes a soft boi
History: Malcolm grew up in a very rich family, he to was going to foster home, all his 4 years of living. Untill a rich family came in and took him as their own. As he grew older and bigger he became more intimidating, he wouldnt hurt people of course. He would just have this resting b*tch face that made him look scary. But hes not, eventually when he turned 20 he had decided to open up his home for kids all around that needed a forever home, or at least a home. He wanted to provide all that. His daughters, he felt like didnt have much socializing, so he brought other kids in for them to socialize with
likes:[/u] People, kids, laughter, smiling, jokes, bored games,being outside, playing with the kids, being there for his family (including the new kids), reading, writing, art
dislikes: Upset kids, people who are determined to be cruel, ignorance, bullying.
fears: Heights, pain.
quote: families are like branches on a tree.we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one
disabilities: Nope
pets: A goolden doodle, therapy dog, his name is kenny. and hes the sweetest thing
other information: dont let him sleep in in the mornings (lol) he is busy, and there is never a time he is not up to help the kids out, he lets his wife sleep and the kids who are awake he helps them out. Than goes to work, while the wife takes care of them.
name: Delja Addens
nicknames: dont call her anything else rather than delja
age: Seventeen
gender: Female
eye color: light green
hair color: Dark green
sexuality: Hetersexual
personality: .dont mess with her, or you'll end up losing in a fighting match.
History: Her family was poor, she had nothing, and she never asked for anything. she was content with what she had, but on her 16 birthday. She was running from the police after stealing some food for the family, and ended up tripping over a rock. Slamming her head into the side of the concrete. after that everything had gone black, and she was in the hospital for a couple weeks. not once did her family come to visit her, she cried until she couldn't anymore. finally, after a couple weeks later they had decide to let her go, but still needed to keep an eye on her. she could never walk in straight lines, and she had headaches for days. her family didnt know or want to deal with this so they sent her away. she ended up at blythe foster home when she turned just 17, she isnt very nice, she doesnt trust any body, and she will fight you if you get out of line, she has never smiled and she steals
likes: being by herself, stealing, scavenging for food, making fights
dislikes: people.
fears: .the police, her family, loud bangs or noises
quote: tough times dont last, tough people do
disabilities: Traumatic Brain Injury
pets: she wants a service dog to help her around
other information:she doesnt cry, she just deals with things, in very bad way
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nicknames: dont call her anything else rather than delja
age: Seventeen
gender: Female
eye color: light green
hair color: Dark green
sexuality: Hetersexual
personality: .dont mess with her, or you'll end up losing in a fighting match.
History: Her family was poor, she had nothing, and she never asked for anything. she was content with what she had, but on her 16 birthday. She was running from the police after stealing some food for the family, and ended up tripping over a rock. Slamming her head into the side of the concrete. after that everything had gone black, and she was in the hospital for a couple weeks. not once did her family come to visit her, she cried until she couldn't anymore. finally, after a couple weeks later they had decide to let her go, but still needed to keep an eye on her. she could never walk in straight lines, and she had headaches for days. her family didnt know or want to deal with this so they sent her away. she ended up at blythe foster home when she turned just 17, she isnt very nice, she doesnt trust any body, and she will fight you if you get out of line, she has never smiled and she steals
likes: being by herself, stealing, scavenging for food, making fights
dislikes: people.
fears: .the police, her family, loud bangs or noises
quote: tough times dont last, tough people do
disabilities: Traumatic Brain Injury
pets: she wants a service dog to help her around
other information:she doesnt cry, she just deals with things, in very bad way
Name: Florence Elizabeth
Nicknames: Eliza, Eli
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Raven black
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Laid-Back, Friendly, Genuine, Creative, Problem-Solver
History: After she was born, she was automatically taking a disliking by her mother, and, as she grew over the years, it was easy to see that. Her mother had began cheating on her father and left the family when Florence could barely use proper grammar, let alone walk without falling every now and then. Since Florence had never been fond of her mother, she hardly cared when she was gone. Leaving her and her father, she was shown how to paint a handful of years later, and has been doing it ever since. On the way to the mall one evening, her father had drove past a stoplight, which was blinking a bright green, but another car had rammed into the side of theirs. Being fourteen at the time, she couldn't live by herself, so she moved in with her grandparents. It was a month after her father had died, and her grandparents had blamed her for the death. Not able to handle their constant yelling and arguing, Florence ran away. For three years, she practically lived in the streets, but she happened to stumble upon the Blythe Foster Home at the right moment.
Likes: Talking, Listening To Music, Arts And Other Crafts
Dislikes: Insults And Cruel People
Fears: Canines And Driving
Quote: "An Artist Sees What Others Only Catch A Glimpse Of."
Disabilities: None
Pets: None
Other Information: She Considers Everyone Her Friend If She Takes A Liking To Them, No Matter If They Like Her Or Not
Nicknames: Eliza, Eli
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Raven black
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Laid-Back, Friendly, Genuine, Creative, Problem-Solver
History: After she was born, she was automatically taking a disliking by her mother, and, as she grew over the years, it was easy to see that. Her mother had began cheating on her father and left the family when Florence could barely use proper grammar, let alone walk without falling every now and then. Since Florence had never been fond of her mother, she hardly cared when she was gone. Leaving her and her father, she was shown how to paint a handful of years later, and has been doing it ever since. On the way to the mall one evening, her father had drove past a stoplight, which was blinking a bright green, but another car had rammed into the side of theirs. Being fourteen at the time, she couldn't live by herself, so she moved in with her grandparents. It was a month after her father had died, and her grandparents had blamed her for the death. Not able to handle their constant yelling and arguing, Florence ran away. For three years, she practically lived in the streets, but she happened to stumble upon the Blythe Foster Home at the right moment.
Likes: Talking, Listening To Music, Arts And Other Crafts
Dislikes: Insults And Cruel People
Fears: Canines And Driving
Quote: "An Artist Sees What Others Only Catch A Glimpse Of."
Disabilities: None
Pets: None
Other Information: She Considers Everyone Her Friend If She Takes A Liking To Them, No Matter If They Like Her Or Not
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