PETERSON, DARCY

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darcy sugar peterson !

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{Now your bangs are curled, your lashes whirled, but still the world is cruel.
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Name: Darcy Sugar Peterson
Nicknames: Sugar
Age: 18
Usergroup: Greaser
Sexuality: Straight
Birthday: July 20th

If you feel so empty so used up

Likes :
- Mornings
- Movies
- Poetry
- Leather Jackets
- Roses
- Fashion
- Small Children
- Cars
- Jewelry

Dislike:
- Arrogance
- Books
- School
- Being told what to do
- Alcohol
- Bad-Hair days


Strengths:
- Fashion
- Creative Writing
- Running

Weaknesses:
- Lies
- Math Problems
- Cute boys

Distinguishing Scars/Marks: none

so let down if you feel so angry

Overall Personality: Darcy has always been level headed she comes from a good family but she was raised in a bad neighborhood, Darcy's afraid to get in trouble but that doesn't stop her form putting herself in those situations especially if it involves a cute boy.

Sugar is smart but she dropped out of school early to help her dad raise her sister after her mother died making Sugar wise beyond her years. She's always had a soft spot for younger children and wouldn't mind having her own child in the near future but she knows being in the right financial position to have a kid is far off. However Darcy is shy no matter what, she doesn't open up to people so quickly and isn't exactly the most trusting person, she also has a habit of bottling up her emotions and letting them out when around complete strangers. The subject of her mother is a sensitive spots and often it's used by the soc girl to get to her.

so ripped off so stepped on

History: {Minimum 2 good Paragraphs}

you're not the only one

How did you find us?: Caution 2.0 link
Time Zone: (GMT-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)
Rp Sample:
I stared at him in awe, there was no way possible one person could be so naive not even Ryan. Yet he stood there gazing at his shoe's laces that were tattered and untied, "I didn't mean it." I promised putting my hand out for my buddy to shake it he just stood there however still mesmerized by his laces.
"Dude..." My voice trailed off and he glanced up at me by the look on his face I could tell he was very angry,
"Shut up Liam!" He sneered squishing his nose in an ill manner, I tried not to laugh what I did had really angered him but I couldn't help it he looked like a possessed cat. "Ryan mate look... I-I didn't mean for it to break I swear to god!" I said calmly, glancing at the broken broom in the corner my memory slowly trickled back to the moment I snapped it in half. Madison Morgan had hit a bludger straight toward me and I pulled a fancy move practically hanging off the end of the old Comet, but the bludger, having no brain, came straight at me again and smacked into the broom snapping it like a twig. "You should really blame Mad Anne dude, the girl's a crazy good beater."

Ryan continued to glare obviously not happy that I had decided to make a joke out of the whole ordeal. "Madison would have asked to borrow my broom Liam." I then looked at my shoe laces I could now see why Ryan had been so interested in them earlier.... "You know never mind, forget it! Your friendship means nothing to me!"

I looked up eyes wide, "Man Ryan! Why? Your to emotional about these things come on, dude I'm sorry! L-Look I'll F-" I barely finished stuttering my last words before the door slammed and the dorm room felt lonely, "Ryan!" My voice cracked again and I sat down anger filling me up with rage. I kicked the broken broom under my bed. "JERK!" I yelled in a high pitched and strained voice before coughing.

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