Woodrose Mountain (Hope's Crossing Series #2)

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Evie Blanchard was at the top of her field in the city of angels. But when an emotional year forces her to walk away from her job as a physical therapist, she moves from Los Angeles to Hope's Crossing seeking a quieter life. So the last thing she needs is to get involved with the handsome, arrogant Brodie Thorne and his injured daughter, Taryn.

A self-made man and single dad, Brodie will do anything to get Taryn the rehabilitation she needs…even if it means convincing Evie to ...

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Overview

Evie Blanchard was at the top of her field in the city of angels. But when an emotional year forces her to walk away from her job as a physical therapist, she moves from Los Angeles to Hope's Crossing seeking a quieter life. So the last thing she needs is to get involved with the handsome, arrogant Brodie Thorne and his injured daughter, Taryn.

A self-made man and single dad, Brodie will do anything to get Taryn the rehabilitation she needs…even if it means convincing Evie to move in with them. And despite her vow to keep an emotional distance, Evie can't help but be moved by Taryn's spirit, or Brodie's determination to win her help—and her heart. With laughter, courage and more than a little help from the kindhearted people of Hope's Crossing, Taryn may get the healing she deserves—and Evie and Brodie might just find a love they never knew could exist.

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Publishers Weekly
Thayne’s second Hope’s Crossing contemporary (after Blackberry Summer) is sweet without being cloying, and refreshingly free of the sex-manual minutiae that too frequently clog the genre. Tanked-up joyriding teens crash their vehicle, leaving one dead and another badly hurt. Brain-damaged Taryn Thorne is so surly she gets ejected from her rehab facility, so her father, gorgeous mogul Brodie Thorne, inveigles former physical therapist Eveline Blanchard into setting up Taryn’s home therapy. Evie accepts for “just a few weeks”; after the tragic death of her adopted daughter, she’d much rather be beading at the String Fever bead shop or exploring Hope’s Crossing’s stunning Colorado mountain scenery than returning to her old career. From the start, Brodie feels unsuitable lust and indefatigable longing for Evie, while she gradually abandons her initial resistance to his real estate development plans and yummy piratical looks. Plenty of tenderness and Colorado sunshine flavor this pleasant escape. Agent: Karen Solem, Spencerhill Associates. (Apr.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373776375
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 3/27/2012
  • Series: Hope's Crossing Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 84,996
  • Product dimensions: 4.28 (w) x 6.42 (h) x 0.96 (d)

Meet the Author

RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where she lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honors, including three RITA Award nominations from the Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews magazine. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com.

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On a warm summer evening, the homes and buildings of Hope's Crossing nestled among the trees like brightly colored stones in a drawer—a brilliant lapis-lazuli roof here, a carnelian-painted garage here, the warm topaz of the old hospital bricks.

Evaline Blanchard rested a hip against a massive granite rock, taking a moment to catch her breath on a flat area of the Woodrose Mountain trail winding through the pines above the town she had adopted as her own.

From here, she could see the quaint old buildings, the colorful flower gardens in full bloom, Old Glory hanging everywhere. At nearly sunset on a Sunday, downtown was mostly quiet—though she could see a few cars parked in the lot of the historic Episcopalian church that had been the first brick structure in town, back when Hope's Crossing was a hustling, bustling mining town with a dozen saloons. Probably a Sunday-evening prayer service, she guessed.

Farther away, she could see more cars and a bustle of activity near Miners' Park and she suddenly remembered a bluegrass band was performing on the outdoor stage there for the weekly concert-in-the-park series.

Maybe she should have opted for an evening of music in the park instead of heading up into the mountains. She always enjoyed the concerts on a lovely summer night and the fun of sitting with her neighbors and friends, sharing good music and maybe a glass of wine and a boxed dinner from the cafe.

No, this was the better choice. As much as she enjoyed outdoor concerts, after three days of dealing with customers nearly nonstop at the outdoor art fair she had just attended in Grand Junction, she had been desperate for a little quiet.

Next to her, Jacques, her blond Labradoodle, stretched out on the dirt trail with a bored sort of air, tormenting a deerfly with the effrontery to buzz around his head.

"You don't have any patience when I have to stop to catch my breath, do you?"

He finally took pity on the fly—sort of—and swallowed it, then grinned at her as if he had conquered some advanced Jedi Master skill. Mission accomplished, he lumbered to his big paws and looked at her expectantly, obviously eager for more exercise.

She couldn't blame him. He had been endlessly patient during three days of sitting in a booth. He deserved a good, hard run. Too bad her glutes and quads weren't in the mood to cooperate.

Finally she caught her breath and headed up again, keeping to a slow jog. Despite the muscle aches, more of her tension melted away with each step.

She used to love running on the beach back in California, with the sea-soaked air in her face and the thud of her jogging shoes on the packed sand and the sheer, unadulterated magnificence of the Pacific always in view.

No ocean in sight here. Only the towering pines and aspens, the understory of western thimbleberry and wild roses, and the occasional bright flash of a mountain bluebird darting through the bushes.

She was content with no sound of gulls overhead. She still loved the ocean, without question, and at times yearned to be alone on a beach somewhere while the surf pounded the shore, but somehow this place had become home.

Who would have expected that a born-and-bred California girl could find this sort of peace and belonging in a little tourist town nestled in the rockies?

She inhaled a deep, sage-scented breath, more tension easing out of her shoulders with every passing moment. It had been a hectic three days. This was her fourth outdoor arts-and-crafts fair of the season and she had one more scheduled before September. Her crazy idea to set up a booth at summer fairs across Colorado to sell her own wares and those of the other clients of String Fever—the bead store in Hope's Crossing where she worked—had taken off beyond her wildest dreams.

She was especially pleased, since all of the beaders participating had agreed to donate a portion of their proceeds to the Layla Parker memorial scholarship fund.

Layla was the daughter of Evie's good friend Maura McKnight-Parker and she had been killed in April in a tragic accident that had ripped apart the peace of Hope's Crossing and shredded it into tiny pieces.

Outdoor art-and-crafts fairs were exciting and dynamic, full of color and sound and people. But it was also hard work, especially when she worked by herself. Setting up the awning, arranging the beadwork displays, dealing with customers, running credit cards. All of it posed challenges.

Over the weekend, she'd had to deal with two shoplifters and the inevitable paperwork that resulted. This Sunday-evening run was exactly what she needed.

Finally tired, her muscles comfortably burning, she took the fork in the trail that headed back to town, her cross-trainers stirring up little clouds of dirt with every step. She'd forgotten her water bottle in her haste to get up on the cool trail after the drive and suddenly all she could think about was a long, cold drink of water.

The return trip took her and Jacques down Sweet Laurel road, past some of the small, wood-framed older houses that had been built when the town was raw and new. She saw Caroline Bybee out watering her gorgeous flowers, her wiry gray braids covered by a big, floppy straw hat. Evie waved to her but didn't stop to talk.

The air smelled of a summer evening, of grilling meat from a barbecue somewhere, onions being cooked in one house she passed, fresh-mown grass at another, all with the undertone of pine and sage from the surrounding mountains.

By the time she turned at the top of steep Main Street and headed past the storefronts toward her little two-bedroom apartment above String Fever, she was hungry and tired and only wanted to put her feet up for a couple of hours with a good book and a cup of tea.

String Fever was housed in a two-story brick building that once had been the town's most notorious brothel, back in the days when this particular piece of Colorado was full of rowdy miners. She cut through an alley that opened onto the lovely little fenced garden behind the store, enjoying the sweet glow of the sunset on the weathered brick.

Jacques gave one sharp bark when she reached the gate into the garden, barely big enough for some flowers, a patch of grass and a table and four chairs where the String Fever employees took breaks or the kids of Claire Bradford—soon to be Claire McKnight—could hang out and do homework when their mother was working.

Evie really needed to think about moving into a bigger place where Jacques could have room to run. When she had moved into the apartment above the store, she'd never planned on having a dog, especially not a good-size one like Jacques. She had only intended to foster him for a few weeks as a favor to a friend who volunteered at the animal shelter, but Evie had fallen hard for the big, gentle dog with the incongruously charming poodle fur.

"Hold on, you crazy dog. You're probably as thirsty as I am. I can let you off your leash in a minute."

She pushed through the gate, then froze as Jacques instantly barked again at a figure sitting at one of the wrought-iron chairs. The shade of the umbrella obscured his features and her heart gave a well-conditioned little stutter at finding a strange man in her back garden.

Back in L.A., she probably would have already had one finger on the nozzle of her pepper spray and one on the last "1" in 9-1-1 on her cell phone, just in case.

Here in Hope's Crossing, when a strange man showed up just before dark, she was definitely still cautious but not panicky. Yet.

She peered through the beginnings of pearly twilight and suddenly recognized the man—and all her alarm bells started clanging even louder. She would much rather face a half dozen knife-wielding criminals out to do her harm than Brodie Thorne.

"Evening," he said and rose from the table, tall and lean and dark amid the spilling flowerpots set around the pocket garden.

Jacques strained against the leash, something he didn't normally do. As she wasn't expecting it and hadn't had time to wrap her fingers more tightly around it, the leash slipped through and Jacques used his newfound freedom to rush eagerly toward the strange man.

The distance was short and she'd barely formed the words of the sit command before the dog reached Brodie. Given her experience with the annoying man, she braced for him to push the dog away with some rude comment about how she couldn't keep her dog under any better control than her life, or something equally disdainful. Instead, he surprised her by scratching the dog between his Lab-shaped ears.

She didn't want him to be kind to dogs. It was a jarring note in an otherwise unpleasant personality.

Her relationship with Brodie had gotten off to a rocky start from the moment she'd started an email friendship with his mother nearly three years ago on a beading loop, a friendship that had finally led Evie to Hope's Crossing and String Fever, the store Katherine had opened several years ago and eventually sold to Claire Bradford.

His mother had become a dear friend. She had offered unending support and love to Evie during a very dark time and Evie adored her. She owed Katherine so much. Being polite to her abrasive son was a small enough thing, especially since Brodie had troubles of his own right now.

"Sorry. Have you been waiting long?" she asked after an awkward, jerky sort of pause.

"Ten minutes or so. I was about to leave you a note when I heard you coming down the alley."

She didn't feel at all prepared to talk to him, especially when she couldn't focus on anything but her thirst. "I'm sorry, but I didn't take my water bottle on my run and I desperately need a drink. Can you give me a minute?"

"Sure."

"Do you want to come up or wait for me down here?"

"I'll come up."

On second thought, she should have phrased that differently. How about you wait here where it's safe and stay the heck out of my personal bubble. Alas, too late to rescind the invitation now.

She led the way up her narrow staircase, aware with each step of the man following closely behind her. She wasn't used to men in this space, she suddenly realized. Yes, she had dated a few times since she'd come to Hope's Crossing, but nothing serious and nobody she would consider inviting up to her personal sanctuary.

For the most part, her life was surrounded by women. She worked in a bead store, for heaven's sake, a location not usually overflowing with an overabundance of testosterone. If she wanted to date, she was going to have to put a little effort into it. Now that she almost thought she'd begun to finally achieve some level of serenity after the last rough two years, maybe it was time she did something about that.

If she were to start thinking seriously about entering that particular arena again, she could guarantee with absolute certainty that the words Brodie Thorne and dating would never appear in the same context in her head—even though he was gorgeous, if one went for the sexy, dark-haired, buttoned-down businessman.

Which she so didn't.

She pulled her house key out of the small zipper pocket on the inside waistband of her leggings and unlocked the door. As soon as it swung open, she winced. She had forgotten the mess she'd left behind when she headed up into the mountains immediately after her return to town—the jumble of boxes and bags and suitcases. She really ought to have left Brodie down in the garden with Jacques.

Brodie raised an eyebrow at the mess—or perhaps at her eclectic design tastes, with the mismatched furniture covered in mounds of pillows, the wispy curtains on the windows and the jeweled lampshades she'd created one winter night when she was bored. It was a far cry from her sleek little house in Topanga Canyon or her childhood home, a sprawling mansion in Santa Barbara, but she loved it.

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  • Posted June 13, 2012

    This is a sweet story about redemption, forgiveness, healing and

    This is a sweet story about redemption, forgiveness, healing and love. As a fan of these types of romances I am happy to say that this is the perfect read for a stormy night. I was able to forget about the storm around me and come to love the people of Hope’s Crossing.

    Woodrose Mountain is about a woman named Evie who after a personal crisis leaves her job as a physical therapist and becomes a beader in the small town of Hope’s Crossing. It is there she meets Brodie who desperately needs her help as a physical therapist. His daughter Taryn had been in a car accident that claimed the life of one of her friends and almost claimed hers. With Evie’s help, Brodie hopes that one day his daughter will one able to walk and talk like she used to.

    This captivating story drew me in and by the end of the book and I had laughed and cried. It wasn’t until after I had started reading Woodrose Mountain did I find out it is actually the send one in a series. I found this book to be perfect as a standalone but because I enjoyed it so much I will be reading the first one as soon as I can.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 26, 2012

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    We met Evie Blanchard in the first book of the series Blackberry

    We met Evie Blanchard in the first book of the series Blackberry Summer. She works for Claire in the bead shop but before she came to Hope's Crossing she lived in Los Angeles and was a very successful physical therapist. After a very emotional year there she sought refuge in the relaxed pace of Hope's Crossing. She is shocked when her friend Katherine who knows her history asks her to help with her granddaughter Taryn's rehabilitation. Taryn was injured in a accident the shook up the whole town. Evie was able to turn down dad Brodie's request when he asked her to help but there was no way she could turn down his mom.

    Brodie is a single dad that will do anything he can to help his daughter recuperate and is happy when Evie agrees to at least get things set up and started. She is immediately drawn in by Taryn's spirit and realizes the she can help her. The feelings that she is starting to feel for Brodie are the last thing she needs.

    With some help for her friends Taryn starts to make strides in her recovery and Evie and Brodie are on a path to find a love neither of them expected.

    Dollycas's Thoughts
    This book hit me on a very personal level. Many of you know my story. I was in a accident back in 2001 that has left my right side paralyzed. I spent 75 days in the hospital and then another year in outpatient therapy. I was privileged to work with some awesome physical and occupational therapists. Thankfully my brain and speech was not affected like Taryn, but it was a long road and while I can walk very short distances, any trips outside of our home require a wheelchair and learning to do things left-handed and one-handed has been a journey I would not wish on anyone. My prognosis wasn't that good and there have been bumps along the way but each day I wake up is a gift.

    Because of what I went through Taryn's story rings true. Her depression, her anger, her temper, are all things just like I experienced as well as the joy she felt when a goal is reached. The therapist's push you beyond what you think you can do. That's what Evie did for Taryn.

    Yes, this a romance novel, and the romance was engaging. Like the first book in the series the characters and their relationships with each other is wonderful. Hope's Crossing seems like a great place to live. The author has created a place I want to visit again and again. But it was Taryn's story of strength and drive and doing the right thing in the end that made me absolutely love this book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Jasper

    Name: look up. I'll write it for the simple-minded. Jasper Zane Foret. <br> Age/Birthday: 17 and March 26 <br> Human Form: 6'5 which makes me taller than pretty much all of you shortehs xD. I have dark hair and dark brown eyes. I'm muscular. Football and baseball tend to have that effect. I have two scars, one that runs from behind my left ear to the back of my right shoulder and another over my right eye. One tattoo that I keep covered on my left shoulder blade <br> Wolf Form: thick black fur and golden eyes <br> Relationship: dating Fang. Hurt her or hit on her, and I'll rip you to shreds. Have a nice day ^_^ <br> Sister: Raechel. I think her bio is at mountain result three. <br> Likes: playing football and baseball, Fang, John Green books, harassing Mr. Tree and Mr. Bush, making people mad, and some other things <br> Dislikes: newbs, bad grammar, Storms croquet mallets o.o, rude or desperate people, and a loooong list of other stuff <br> Weapons: tooth and claw as a wolf, sword and dagger as a human <br> Favorite Bands: Deadmau5, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch, and some others <br> Favorite Quotes: "That's what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming, then silence." ~ "Frankly my dear, I don't give a da<3>mn" -Rhett (Gone with the Wind) ~ "We acknowledge that picking your friends nose is a personal choice, and know that it may not be compatabile to all personalities" -John Green and David Levithan (the book, "Will Grayson, Will Grayson") ~ We can't all be heroes, because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by" -Will Rogers ~ "I decided I can't pay a person to rewind time, so I might as well get over it" -Serena Williams <br> Friends: if I leave you out, get over it. Fang, Sam, Briana, Storm, Raechel, Kaelin, and others <br> I'm bored, so I'm done xD

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2013

    The second book in the Hope's Crossing series by RaeAnne Thayne...

    It helps to read these books in sequence to be introduced to the many characters and their lives and personalities. The main characters in Woodrose Mountain are Evie Blanchard and Brodie Thorne (whose daughter Taryn has barely survived a truck accident which has had a fatality). Evie has left her home and life as a physical therapist on the West Coast to move to Hope's Crossing (later we learn why she left California and her career) and to work with Claire Bradford at String Fever. Evie's relationship with Brodie's mother Katherine has led her to Hope's Crossing and to String Fever which she sold to Claire Bradford. Though Evie fights her involvement in the rehab process with the persuasion of Katherine and other forces, she relents and helps with Taryn's rehabilitation. With the company of Jacques (Evie's blonde Labradoodle), the rehab process has a rocky start. Evie countermands the wishes of Brodie, doing what she believes is best for his daughter. As the rehab progresses so does the relationship between Evie and Brodie. Not my favorite book in the series. I have just finished reading the sixth book, Christmas in Snowflake Canyon. Hope there are more books in the series about the people in Hope's Crossing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2013

    Grapefruit anybodeh? >:3

    Mwah! This be Jay. Or known to many as Nikk. Yes. I changed my name. Deal. Past is le past. This is the present! I have moved away from my time named Nikk. For those memorys and bittersweet times we're painful. Henceing Seth's Dissapearance. Anywho this bio is amazing....so far..x-x <p>

    Name: Nikk Wolf/Jay...e.e Doesn't matter which one you call me by. I go by both. -Moan- For the sake of mah buddeh. <br>
    Status: In a relationship with Miles. Formerly married to Seth. : T -Flinched slightly- <br>
    Gender: Female. Many got me mixed up when i was 'Nick' So 'Nikk' sounded more likley. <br>
    Age: Turning 14 in November. Whoot...-.- <br>
    Weight: That is classified information for me to know and you NOT to find out. <br>
    Description: My favorite part of the whole bio. Writing the freaking, description....Dx Here goes all my dignity. X-x I'm shortish. Maybe about 5'4" with a long upper body. My legs are short. :3 I'm le lucky one. But i'm not so lucky when it comes to my face. My hair is shaggy, ear length. Only falls to the my jaw. Heart shaped my face is. My nose is cute if you think of it. But it's most likely not cute at all. I can't tan. I'm pale white. Like a ghost if you think of it that way. My body has tanned though these past summer weeks. My foot size does not matter...:T Don't appear at my house with a box of random shoes. I don't want them. I don't want any of you're shoes....*u* Consider me your best friend. xD You can have all the Grapefruit in the World. <p>

    Bestest Friends: Miles, Lightningstar, Sparrow, Seth~Gone..TnT~ Myself and You...o-e <br>
    Friends: Xavier, Storm(I Think), Dusk~Gone~ Dero~Gone~ Coral~Gone~ Pixie~Gone~ Ninja~Gone~ <br>
    Enemies: Satan....<p>
    I'm getting lazy. -.- <p>
    DeviantArt: '~LeFurzeh' <br>
    Whirled: 'Vital Signs-Furze-Scarlet' <br>
    Tumblr: 'LeFurzeh' <br>
    AIM: 'Scarletstarwarrior' <br>
    Other: *-*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2013

    I am a Mangoew

    Herro. My name is Jacie, and you seem to have somehow stumbled upon my bio. Since that's been established, I' m going to actually start my bio now.
    Appearance: I have raven colored hair that falls down straight to my shoulders, and skin that is not pale nor tan. My eyes are purple, with small flecks of gold and green near the outsides. I'm 5 foot 4 and a half, a half inch shorter than my twin. I'm also really skinny, also like my twin. My favorite clothes are random shirts and jeans, shorts or pants. I almost never wear flip-flops; I prefer to be barefoot or wearing sneakers. Doesn't like dresses, but will wear them for special occasions.
    Family: My twin is the one and only Sparrow, so my relatives are her relatives. Yup.
    Powers: Umm...I have a pet unicorn that can attack you at my command, if that counts. o.o
    Personality: Doesn't like being the center of everyone's attention, but is in no way shy. She gets angry at her twin very easily, but normally doesn't get angry very easily, except she is also very defensive of anyone she cares about. Loves to know things about people, good or bad, and is a great secret keeper, for whatever reason. Has a hard time reaching out to people, but is very empathetic. She is also very prideful, and hates apologizing for her mistakes, which she makes often, because she says things without thinking when she is angry. Very sarcastic, and doesn't always come off nice.
    I'm so done writing this now, so bye.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2013

    Sk8ter eats randomness for breakfast

    Name: Sk8ter <br>
    Gender: Girl. Isn't that surprising. <br>
    Hobbies: C'mon, now. Its not that hard to figure out. :P I skateboard... <br>
    Talents: let's just say she is not the most talented person in the world.... <br>
    Background: parents dead. Moved in with her grandmother.
    Hates life so flippin bad. <br>
    So....yeah. I didn't feel like posting much.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted August 10, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2013

    SHOW US THE HOLE IN YOUR FACE!

    Hai. O.x Really bored, and I think my old character bunks enough to re-do my entire SL experience. Look out your window. Yes, in the weird-looking oak tree where you threw your panties. THAT PERSON IS MEH! Not your neighbor, MEH! So, anywho... <br> Hai again. I see you, stalkers. o.e <p> Anyways, my name is Calira Jane Thridey. Not the greatest name in the world. Hai, bruh. So, anywho... oh! YOU HAVE TO CALL ME CJ! <br> Herm... I am a female, I am younger than 16, my birthday is in August, I weigh over 100 pounds, and I am taller than 5 feet. Not specific enough for you? Okay. I am a girl, I am 14, my birthday is August twenty-second, I weigh 113 pounds, and I am 5'6". <br> MEH LOOKS! Herm... I look like a human. I always did. Or did I? <br> Notsie Jotsie: I look NOTHING like CJ. Nothing. <br> So, in the fact I look human, I have all the human body parts. Including hair. And eyes. Sho... do you want meh to tell you what they look like? Anywh<_>ore, Sho... I am not a redhead, nor a blonde, nor a brunnete. I have auburn hair. Longish. And straightish! Herm... it is usually under a Colorado Rockies hat. M-hm. I think Im done with meh looksies... OHMAHGAHD HOW DO I SEE! Sho... anyways, mm. My eyes are royal purple. They have sea green, lavender, and gold flecks. OH! And silver rings around the pupil. Amazing, herm? Sho... remember how I looked like a human? LIES! Guyth, I have dark red, almost black bat wings. They are glossy, and sparkly. I almost never wear makeup. But I will sometimes wear faint peach eye shadow and other times black lipstick. <p> Mah personality is... herm, I dont know. That explains one thing! Very Aspergers-type person. I hate noise. And people. Sho... did I get that straight? <p> TRIVIA TIME! Q: What are Calira's addictions? <br> Can't figure that out? The answers are Minecraft, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and CREAM CHEESE! Awesomeness on a bagel. Epic. <br> What is Calira's favorite show? <br> Oh really? Doctor Who, Doctor Who, DOCTOR WHO! Really, WHO IS THE DOCTOR? <br> What is her weapon? <br> A Swiss Army knife. Obviously. <br> One last thing. Does Calira Jane have a pet? <br> Really? You can't figure that out? YEEEES. She has a three-year-old male border collie named Ziggy Stardust, a 5-year-old grey tabby shecat named Skye, and three 2-week-old she-kits named Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. Blossom is a ginger tabby, Bubbles is a golden tabby, and Buttercup is a black shorthair. <p> Oh, and I have some other info-mation. <br> Shifter forms: <br> Heatherpaw(kitteh)~ A glossy red-brown shecat with plum-purple eyes. <br> Claw(demon)~ A black minotaur with red claws and horns. <br> Linka(wolf)~ A smokey grey shewolf with a black, eerie marking on her forehead and icy blue eyes. <p> My parents are Hades and Nemesis, making me the goddess of misery and despair, and making Dani, Sparrow, and any of those Hades or Nemesis children my loyal siblings. <p> OH! And I am a newb. Deal with it. Im probably as cool as the originals. *she flinches.* Cooler. <p> About my birthday... don't bring me presents. Unless you wish you knew me. Pssht. You wish you knew me. EVERYONE. WISHES. THEY. KNEW. ME. Its true. Just admit it. *she fake hugs you.* I dun like touching people. <p> Sho, to wrap this up, I sometimes call myself EPICKDUCKEH, or Kirby. N my sig is: <p> (( &#8251 &star &#8251 &#9787 ))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2013

    Starlight Williams Bio

    Name: Starlight Brook Williams. <br>Age: 17 <br>Appearence: long black hair that goes to her middle back and has red tints to it. Bright blue eyed that are sharp and curious. I usually wear a black co<_>ctail dress that has a corset top with red laces and a black hoop skirt that go to her thighs. Along with black combat boots that go to her calves with silver buckels. When shes not wearing the dress shes wearing a black tee with the Black Veil Brides logo and simple bluejeans that have rips up her legs and her combat boots. Her makeup contists of black eyeliner and mascara with blood red lipstick. <br>Personallity: she has a friendly but mysterious way about her. She mostly stays to herself unless shes around her friends. Other then that meet her and find out. <br>Family and Friends: Britt is her little sister. Spencer is her best friend but he acts more like a protective big brother. Lacy/Peyton is her sorta friend (depends on what Peytons up to). <br>Relationship: id rather not share. What u dont know cant hurt me. <br>Anything else: she owns a tree at SL in which you will usually find her sitting in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2013

    Name~ Alice Liddell Age~ 17 Appearance~ Normal:  Sickly pale s

    Name~ Alice Liddell
    Age~ 17
    Appearance~ Normal:  Sickly pale skin with disheveled shoulder-length hair, which had once been shaved off at Rutledge's. Narrow face, round, pale green eyes with darkened skin around them, giving the impression that I am tired or have been crying. Wonderland: I have a healthier complexion, straighter and longer hair that has a reddish tinge and appear to be wearing make-up in the form of peach lipstick and black eyeliner with dark pink eye shadow.
    Outfits~ Normal: I wear a black-and-white dress with a striped, long-sleeved top and black skirt, complete with black stockings, ankle-high boots, and a white apron. Wonderland: I wear a navy blue dress with short puffy sleeves, and a fanned-out skirt that is cut to about mid-leg. To complete the outfit, I wear a simple white apron over the dress, black-and-white stockings underneath, and black knee-high boots which are secured with silver buckles.
    Personality~  I am a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a curious nature, a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things — I am not afraid to speak my mind. I am known to be very ruthless and cynical towards others. Despite my cynicism and morbidness, I truly want to set my mind free and restore peace to Wonderland and my own mind. I have been described as stubborn, and become enraged when someone says something I hate, disagree with, or when I am talked down to, and I will attack back verbally or physically.
    Abilities~ Rage Alice: After being sprayed by a Rage Box, I turn into a demonic creature, with red skin, claw-like fingers, and black twisted horns, and I even roar like a predatory animal. For the limited time I am in this state, my attacks are stronger than normal and deal more damage; some of the weaker foes can die in one hit. Butterfly Dodge: This power allows me to evade enemy attacks by turning into a swarm of butterflies and mist, which lets me move quicker than running. I will only be a swarm for a couple of seconds before turning back into my normal self. ((There are more, but I do not feel like mentioning them.)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2013

    I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts...

    Warning: The reading of this bio may result in extreme boredom, seizures, pancreas apnea, ear congestion, craving of chocolate buttercream noodles, clavical rashes, and certain death. Enjoy.<p>Name: Sorry, I've erased all uneccessary memory from my database. *Takes a sticky note off her head.* Oh wait, here it is. Sparrow Pariah Karpusi. It might not be the coolest, but it sorta stuck. xD Unintended pun.<br>Birthday: Why should you care? You're not the one getting presents.<br>Gender: Hermap<3>hrodite. O.o<br>Age: Fourteen. In the future. That's right. I'm a phsycic. Psycic? I don't take shpeleeng courses. Main point, I'm not old enough to drive, so if I offer...<br>Taste: •-• Scrumpcious... meh taste bacon. Let's not test this theory...<br>Smell: Cinnamon rolls. But go stick your nose in someone else's business.<p>Status: Taken. I know you want me, you know I want you, but in the end, this wont work out.<br>Family: *Facewall, faceplant, facestomp.* I'll spare us both by saying I have a big roleplay family. Just a few though, I'm a daughter of Hades, married to Greece, and Spes is my son.<br>Best Friend: Storm? I think. •3•<br>Friends: Yooou.<br>Enemies: Yooou.<p>Personality: Very bi-polar and ADD. Haters gonna hate type-thing. I can be all hyper-random type if I want, or I can be all serious and stuff. Sometimes for serious mode I'll use the name Phantom Masker. I think some people just need a high-five. In the face. I'm a grammar nazi. I'm actually usually depressed, but I shut myself in for the sake of others. So, if any innocent people get randomly abused... aw, the heck, just blame Storm. That always works.<p>Appearance: ((Okay, little side note. I look NOTHING like Sparrow in real life, except the casual clothing stye and my sature. You do not want to see the real me...)) Wavy, raven-black hair, entwined with vines fulls of white flowers and riddled with rime. My heavily-lashed eyes are an explosion of iridescent/purple, rimmed with sapphire, flecked with gold. The left half of my pale face is scarred with an ugly, tender burn, Zuko-style. I'm 5'5" and abnormally skinny. I can sprout feathery black wings at will. I usually carry around chocolate buttercream, cinnamon rolls, cookie dough, bacon, and a can of whipped-cream. Casual clothes are an NYPD hoodie ((Which has a bunch of fortune cookie fortunes stuffed in the pocket)) and jeans, with backpack, sunglasses, headphones, and a heart locket necklace. Freaking awesomeness attire is a dark corset laced with gold, a black cloak, long gloves, a golden mask, gauzy black bandages around my upper arms, a glass teardrop necklace with fireflies inside, and still, jeans. No shoes. Never shoes. A bro<3>nze, octoganal pocke<3>tw<3>atch whose hands have stopped could be included in accessories. An adventurers belt is equipped with weapons, and is convinient for hokding up pants.<p>Weapons ((My favourite part)):<br>Explosives ((Look under Ravine at result three of mountain for detes.))<br>A silver, twisted staff with a cresent blade, a topaz fixed in the centre.<br>A deck of cards that are razor-sharp and enchanted with magic.<br>An ebony dagger embedded with rubies.<br>My ste<3>el feather necklace is actually the sheath to a poison-tipped blade.<br>And, of course, my plastic sporks. Don't judge.<p>Powers:<br>Fire blast.<br>Icicle.<br>Shadow crest.<br>Etc.<p>Yeah, I'm not so exciting. Take it to the complaint department. I'm tired, and tired makes me crabby. Now leave.<p>((d// -b))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2013

    It's a small world after all...

    Muddeh's bio at muddeh first result!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

    Caine Francis Karoly Horvath

    Introduction: Well, you probably don't recognize the name. Xavier told me to post my autobiography here. To him, I thank. So, this role-play, Scarlet Letter caught my attention. Being me, I am always skeptical so I scrolled down some hundred results. Wow. I was blown away. A person who was quitting posted some major glitches that were pretty sweet. So yeah, I was pretty satisfied with this role-play. <p>My name is Caine Horvath. I'm still pretty new to this since the last time I role-played was in a cat rp in 2011. So forgive me if my writing is complete crap. <br>My heritage: My father was an English-man. Bless him. He taught me many things until his death in 2009. My mother is half-French and half-Swedish. Unfourtunately, I only bothered to learn English and French. <p>I don't have much to say, honestly. I am a male. I was born on December 13, 1997. That makes me 15. My hair colour is a raven-coloured black and my eyes are black. Well, they're so dark that basically, they're black. But they don't list that as an option, do they? My hair is grown long and frankly, it's quite messy. I have an uh... rather prominent nose, probably because of my father. My cheekbones are pronounced and my eyes are covered by my bangs. <p>I'm on the taller side, perhaphs 190 centimeters and my weight is about 75 kilos. I am well-aware that you 'mericans use your totally biased scale. I apologize that I use what the rest of the world uses. Currently, I live in the states, but I just moved here 4 years ago, so... Right. My body is built athletically, probably because I'm an athlete. Oh yeah, that reminds me. To most of you, having two middle names is probably unexpected. In most parts of Europe, that's what we do. <p>I have a rather unpredictable personality. So just get to know me. I don't bite. I have no friends here yet, but I'm hoping to make a few. <p>I like many things honestly. I really enjoy music. My favourite music is made by this Canadian band called Three Days Grace, but sadly, Adam Gontier left. Also, I rather enjoy Breaking Benjamen. Their music was amazing. Due to American pop-culture and me now living in Manhattan, I am pretty familiar with your rappers and such. That 'music' really displeases me but alas, I can't do much. I also play music myself. It helped me cope with my father's death. I play the violin, the drums, and the guitar, along with piano. I am also a big fan of Spanish guitars along with the Baroque music era. Many great composers were created from this but my two favourites are Antonio Vivaldi and Johann Sebastian Bach. <p>Wow. I spent a lot of time writing that last little section. Although my writing may make it seem like I'm a very proper person, the truth is quite far from that. I am an avid user of the Internet and saying that, it has definitely corrupted my once innocent mind. Constantly, my mind is bombarded by horror and fascinating science along with memes. I use Reddit. That alone should make you have a little change of mind. The Internet is the best invention, I would say. <p>I guess I should talk about some of my hobbies that involve me moving my entire body. Wow, reading over that just made me realize how wrong that sounded. Anyways, I really enjoy longboarding. It's a great way to get around in the city and it really is a great time. I also enjoy playing football... not American football. I love hanging out with my friends and going to the Cinema. I also like to travel a lot because new places bring excitement.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

    C-dawg's totally awesome.... okay forget it.

    The FUUUUUN HAS ARRIIIIIVED!!!
    <p> Okay I'm just directing you to a bio. It's at mountain result four, or whichever book has the grey mask on it.
    <br> •3• da Claire-Bear is out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2013

    Luna

    Herm. It's about time I updated this. Its prolly not gonna be very long, but... anywhooo. <br> I noticed something very strange. You are all posers. T~Y It is quite infuriating, actually. That is why i am an individual! :D <br> Sho.. My name is Luna Yvone Patterson. You can call me Despair, as well, if you'd like. Or Lu. But that's it. x.O ((I love that face. ^_^)) <br> Age, Weight, and Height. This really all seems a bit silly. I am older than ten, weigh over 100 lbs, and am taller than 5ft. :D Skillz. <br> Oh! You may also call me Cammie. Carry on now. <br> Birthday and such. O-o May twelth. I hope I spelled that right, though I fear otherwise. <br> Me looksies! xP Herm. I have a face. And a torso. And legs. And other things you'll hear about but never see. ;P O.o For some reason that reminds me of the Elmo song. "I have two eyes! Two little eyes..." xP I have mid-back length, naatural dirty blonde hair. It is quite lovely, if i do say so myself. Meh eyes are my best feature. x.O They are green with a ring of goldish brown around the centre. Exquisite. Hmm. I'm very curvy, as I adore food, but not too fat so a bikini doesn't look good on me. ^~^ I have yet to get a tan. T~Y <br> Bestest Friends Ever! Sadly, this is a verrrrrrry short list. Storm and Xavier. xD My friends include Calla, Cain, and a few others. <br> Status. Weeeeeellll.... I am a single pringle Original princess. ^~^ YEAH! <br> Likes, I suppose. So.. I appreciate a lot of things. Such as death. Food. Platypi, llamas, and quadricorns. Music. And so on, in that order. Ooooh! One thing I absolutely love, is Starbucks! Heaven in a cup. ^~^ <br> Hates, now. Uhm.. most likely you, people, my father, and posers. <br> Now, it's trivia time! Here are some interesting factoids about Luna Yvone Patterson. She owns a pet platypi. His name is Perry. cD She also owns a pinecone mace. :D To bludgeon you to death with. Lun also spells theater like theatre. Alright, goodbye now. I'm sure I've forgotten plenty, but you get the general idear. Bur~Bur.

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    Posted March 4, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2013

    Brooke

    Name: Um well you just tapped it.

    Age: 14 Height: 5"7' Looks: pale-brown eyes. Long brown hair. Tan. Cutely hot. Curvy. Wears short shorts and off the shoulders. Friends: Shadow Hope Briana Leah...Too many others. Dating Hope. Likes soccer and friends. Sisters are briana and crystal and ink. Brothers are kiev. Mom is leah. Dad is roan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Anon

    Name: Neenako "Anon" Rosario ••?•• Gender: Female ••?•• Appearance: Snow pale skin, silvery blue eyes bordered by long black eyelashes, waist length black hair, delicate hands with slender fingers made for piano playing ••?•• Clothing: Black nightgown with white front and long silver train ••?•• Species: Fallen angel ••?•• Likes: Kind people, cupcakes, tea, books ••?•• Dislikes: People who think me a newb (Been rping since January 16, 2010) ••?•• Friends: None so far

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