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the rest are @rejectings @lightings and @maggiemoo 252 !!

THE CONFIRMED MEMBERS OF THE COLLAB ARE (the first three will be announced today, and the other three will be announced tomorrow.): @awbarrat , @The_Unwritten_Runner & @wheretimeisendless

Gender: Female
          Name: Mavelyn Violet Night
          Age: 18, Senior
          Hair Colour: Jet-Black
          Eye Colour: Grey-Purple Doe Eyes
          Personality: She's not as good as you think. She's quite mysterious she's smart. She has a lot of secrets. She's odd, modest and bubbly. She is extremely open minded and accepts everyone
          Physical Description: She's tall and is skinny, like tumblr girl skinny. She's tall and has a beauty spot near her right eye.
          Hobbies: She likes to skateboard. She is also really artistic and likes to smoke weed for fun.
          Family Members: Oaklyn Night (sister) Ayden Night (Dad) Nikki Night (Mum)
          Important Personal Info: She is scared of death
          Anything Else: She has an obsession with blood and loves slasher films like Scream 1-4 And has a weird obsession with gay people...especially males
          (Character description)

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          I took one bite and moaned in delight. Ha-ha, I rhymed. Not the point...anyways... The pancakes were as delicious as ever.
          “Mav, slow down, you’re eating those like you haven’t eaten in days!” My mother complained.
          “But I’m hungry...” I whined “and you know how much I love your pancakes!”
          “Well just don’t choke yourself honey, we wouldn’t want you missing school”
          I cringed at that pet name. Seriously ‘honey’? Don’t make me barf. Please, do I look like I want to get eaten by Winnie the Pooh? I think not, I value my life. (Snippet of the first chapter, it is longer btw but I don't want to take up too much space. Tell me if you'd like to read the rest of the chapter)

Chapter 1 – Peace, Quiet and Honey
          You know when you lay in bed, complete utter silence surrounding you, but it’s an extremely comfortable silence? Yeah, that’s exactly what I was doing before my obnoxious little sister disturbed my peace, so much for relaxation.
          “Mavie, get up Mom and Dad need us for breakfast!” she yelled from my door. Sometimes I wonder how we’re even related.
          ​I groaned. I love Oaklyn and all but sometimes she can really get on my nerves. She’s so forgetful. I vividly remember telling her that I would love to spend my last 2 days of summer in serenity, but knowing her, it went in trough one heavily pierced ear and out the other.
          ​“Oak, come on!” I said putting my pillow over my face. “I said I wanted peace! Just tell Mom to cover it and put it in the fridge for me”
          ​“But you don’t even know what it is.”
          ​“Okay then, enlighten me.” I said peeking one eye out from my pillow. I could see she had a mischievous smirk on her face. I could only guess what she was going to say next, all she had to say was
          “It’s pan-”
          And I already had a wide grin on my face. Before I knew it I had rushed downstairs to grab me a plate.
          When I got downstairs, my sister was right behind me. I could still see that stupid smirk playing on her lips. She knew me too well. She knows pancakes are my weakness. Damn her.
          I mustered a quick ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ to my parents before scarfing down my Mom’s famous mouth-wateringly good pancakes. (Continued in next message...)

Mavelyn Night is an extremely smart girl. But no, she’s not a nerd if that’s what you’re thinking. No, she’s far from it. She’s a unique beauty, yet she’s not popular either. She’s one of those neutral people who are friends with everyone. With her jet-black wavy hair, pale skin and piercing grey-purple doe eyes, she’s the prettiest girl in school. But not the hottest, that award goes to her younger sister Oaklyn.
          She likes the most peculiar things. But not what you think, it has to do with people...features to be exact. Weird…right? She likes anyone with freckles, dimples, sea-blue eyes, clover-green eyes, sunset-hazel eyes (or all three), blonde hair and brown hair. Why you ask? No one knows Mavelyn is a peculiar person.
          So what happens when the two hottest boys at her school happen to take an interest to her, after seeing her at a party two days before school starts and those lovely days of summer are over? One word. Chaos. To make matters even worse, they have at least one or two of the features she likes, they’re also brothers.
          You have Danny Andleson, with hazel-blue eyes and curly chocolate brown hair, and the most adorable dimples and then you have Dominic Andleson with green-blue eyes and bleach blonde hair. She is in for one hell of a ride. What will she do? Who will she choose? Which beautiful pair? - this is the synopsis to my story Which Beautiful Pair? (I'll post a snippet of the chapter I did in another message)

1. I want to be apart of this account because I really want to challenge myself when it comes to writing and I want to try and come with something really unique and never used before. I love to write on occasion (whenever a sudden idea pops into my head) I also think this would be a lovely experience
          2. No, sorry I don't :(
          3. I prefer a girl's POV but I lived around boys for the most part when I was younger so I don't mind trying a boy's POV if needed
          4. I write in past tense, but I'm up for experimentation! ;)
          5. Depending on when the collab starts I should be able to. I have exams this month and they don't end until Friday the 13th of June. Anything after that I will be able to :D
          6. Thursday, Friday or Saturday, but preferably Saturday, because I always sleep in and I need something to do with my life.
          7. I wouldn't exactly call myself a good editor but if checking over and over again for mistakes counts then I guess so.
          8. If by experience you mean writing one chapter of a story and not posting it and writing little tid bits here and there then yea I got tons of experience but otherwise sadly no. Just lots of ideas and no time to write them
          9. I am completely ok with swearing. I use it in the writing I've done and I myself swear on a daily basis
          10. Wattpad: Apart from your books I'll have to say Flo by Lovely Livvi
          Non-Wattpad: The Mortal Instruments Series
          11. My name is Zeinab but you can call me Zee. I'm 15 years old, I turn 16 in August. I was born in Chicago, but I moved to the UK when I was 8 and have been there ever since. I go to an all girls school. I'm black, I'm nuts  and bubbly, I got an afro and I think I may have the dirtiest mind...ever. I think that's enough about me...*awkwardly laughs* ;) 

The character I would be writing for:
          Gender: Male
          
          Name: Vico Morrisey
          
          Age&Grade: 17, 12th grade 
          
          Hair colour: Black
          
          Eye colour: Blue
          
          Personality: On the outside, he's out-going and hiliarious, always cracking jokes and has a perminante smile on his face. At home, he's a different perosn. Quiet, sad and angry. Vico's an angry guy, underneath it all. He struggles with the line between who he is at home, who he is in school, and who he really is.
          
          Physical description: Vico's lean, but slightly muscular. He's got prominante cheekbones and jawline, brilliant blue eyes that light up and dance when he smiles, and jet black hair. He's got a couple of scars here and there,on his face and back, a couple of bruises too, a really bad one on his rib cage from when he fell out of a treea couple of weeks back.
          
          Hobbies: Vico's not into sports that much, he plays baseball with the local team every Saturday, but that's it. Apart from that, he just writes. Because his soft back copy seems to be the only thing 
          that's actually listening to him. 
          
          Family members: His mother has mastered the art of ignoring him. He tries to talk to her, but she'll just stare at the wall blankly or change the subject. She only really talks to him when she's giving out about something or other. Derk is Vico's step-father. He's an ex-marine, big and burly and scary as hell when he wants to be. He dosen't have a nice word to say about Vico, and takes any opportunity possible to bring him down, mentally and physically. Honestly, Vico doesn't know what his mom see's in the guy. 
          
          Personal info: Vico's dad walked out on them when he was three, he doesn't know why. His mother won't talk to him about it, and Derk just grunts and say "Must've gotten sick an' tired of you." Nobody at school knows about Vico's life at home, because Vico dosen't want to be the guy who's stuck in a rut, or the guy who's family hates him, to the school, he's Vico Morrisey, the life of the party, the joker.

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          He does this every single day, pretends to be someone he's not, because it's a good distraction. A distraction from the fact that he's more broken than he thaught, from Derk's beatings and cruel words, and his Mother's ignorance. And he looks at himself in the mirror, and wonders if anyone will ever fix him.
          
          (Sorry this was so long!)

This is Vico Morrisey. He's up a seven a.m every morning, because it's a fifteen minute run to the bus stop and a forty-five minute drive on the bus, and school starts at eight. So, he gets up pours some cereal, but dosen't have any milk, because there's only a bit left and his step-father Derk will go crazy if he dosen't have milk in the morning.
          After throwing any old clothes on, he sprints out the door, and down to the bus stop. But he has to chase the bus a bit first, because shit happens and he was fifty seconds late because his Mom was on his ass about leaving his dirty dishes out.
          So, he's at the school gates, and plasters on his smile, and sawggers in, getting in just on time. He meets up with his friends, and they crack some jokes. And when a teacher asks him about the cut on his eyebrow, he just grins a little ruefully and rattles off some bullshit about how he hit his head of the cupboard door this morning. 
          He dosen't tell her it's because Derk decided Vico was in need of some tutoring in bare knuckle boxing.
          Derk won.
          Vico shakes off the feeling of...sadness? Anger? And goes back to being Vico Morrisey, the goofy class clown, who'll probably never amount to anything, but he's a good fun right now.
          He goes to classes, and pulls some wise-ass comments, that the teachers don't really like, but everyone else thinks it's pretty damn funny. And he tunes out when the teachers call him back after class, because they don't really want to help him, they just want to look good.
          And he goes to lunch with his friends, his group, and they all laugh about stuff and Vico doesn't really listen, because he's sleep walking through life, and sometimes all the voices, Derks', his mom's, his friends, all blend into one noise, and it's hard to tell them apart from his own.
          (continued in the next message.)