<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:11:07.036-04:00</updated><category term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Auxiliary of Ravensworth Generations</title><subtitle type='html'>Character Profiles and anything else that pretains to Ravensworth Generations. 
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I will be updating this as well as all my other blogs so make sure to look back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-4919930420775352084</id><published>2009-06-29T02:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:45:21.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawerence and Lynnette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkhgDZoOxhI/AAAAAAAAEzY/kwAooGHBX_o/s1600-h/Lawerence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkhgDZoOxhI/AAAAAAAAEzY/kwAooGHBX_o/s200/Lawerence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352633768665335314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lawerence Franklin Wells IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkhgDb5U65I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/rplCjquhK_o/s1600-h/Lynnette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkhgDb5U65I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/rplCjquhK_o/s200/Lynnette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352633769273912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynnette Victoria Carrington Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents of &lt;a href="http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/janet-elizabeth-wells-janet-was-born.html"&gt;Janet Elizabeth Wells&lt;/a&gt; aka Janet Ravensworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawerence and Lynnette were content with their life. They weren't in love but they got along well enough. Janet was a surprise. Having dreams of running for office Lawerence decided to roll with the punches and tried to mold Janet into the perfect little daughter. It didn't work. They ended up butting heads more often than not and Lynnette tended to side with her husband. They never really grew close to Janet but they expected her to abide by their rules. Their first mistake. When Janet met, and consequently fell in love with &lt;a href="http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/terry.html"&gt;Terry Ravensworth&lt;/a&gt;, her father issued an ultimatum. Either Terry or the family. When Janet choice Terry her father was upset. He could see all his dreams and aspirations going up in smoke. Janet is estranged from her mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Wells could not be reached for this interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-4919930420775352084?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4919930420775352084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/wells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4919930420775352084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4919930420775352084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/wells.html' title='Lawerence and Lynnette'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkhgDZoOxhI/AAAAAAAAEzY/kwAooGHBX_o/s72-c/Lawerence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-4651654328200955872</id><published>2009-06-29T02:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:07:54.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Anastasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveoeQTGI/AAAAAAAAEyY/MEdgOtkV5C4/s1600-h/Anatasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveoeQTGI/AAAAAAAAEyY/MEdgOtkV5C4/s400/Anatasha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352509991692553314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anatasha&lt;/span&gt;(last name unknown) was Hannah's best friend and confidant. Those two were the ones who brought about the fall of the R'ouglian race. Anatasha is not native to R'ouglia. She from a small moon that orbits that planet. Anatasha is the one who realized that if Hannah took the blood from infants it would extend her life. She was always the risk taker. She injected herself with the virus they had made and was stunned to realize that the vaccine didn't work on her. Since she didn't show any signs of being ill Hannah had dumped the virus into the drinking water only to realize too late that the vaccine did not work. She scrambled to try and make another vaccine but it was too late. She watched her best friend die. However, Anatasha was more than a friend. How much more will be revealed in upcoming chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is little to no information on Anatasha. It was almost as if she didn't exist. And since Hannah is the only one that knows anything about her, her past will continue to remain a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;br /&gt;Weight: &lt;br /&gt;Where were you born:&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: &lt;br /&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;br /&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;br /&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;br /&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;br /&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-4651654328200955872?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4651654328200955872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/anastasha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4651654328200955872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4651654328200955872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/anastasha.html' title='Anastasha'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveoeQTGI/AAAAAAAAEyY/MEdgOtkV5C4/s72-c/Anatasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-7148765642604336739</id><published>2009-06-29T02:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:22:46.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Uz’asi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveygSYpI/AAAAAAAAEyo/voRyfmfTi-k/s1600-h/Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveygSYpI/AAAAAAAAEyo/voRyfmfTi-k/s400/Header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352509994385433234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uz'asi Qu'hari&lt;/span&gt; was, and is still considered, one of the best warriors that R'ouglia has ever produced. He would walk into battle and face their enemies with no fear. His skills were legend, his training was considered torture. But for the few that made it through his rigerous training they were held in high esteem. Uz'asi is built bigger than any other R'ouglian and seems to tower over everyone. He was both revered and feared for his skills. When Uz'asi faced an enemy down in battle he was cold and methodical. Few knew his gentle nature. Only one person really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uz'asi died in battle. A warriors death. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. K'ava has agreed to fill in these questions to the best of her abilites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; At the time of his death he had just turned 415&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 6'9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;: 256&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born&lt;/span&gt;: North R'ouglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status&lt;/span&gt;: ...unmated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Childre&lt;/span&gt;n: No/no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/span&gt;: Indiali. It's a food much like spaghetti on Earth. The spicer the better for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show&lt;/span&gt;: Uz'asi did not know about TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer&lt;/span&gt;: He used to say that the sound of a well balanced blade swinging through the air was better than any voice he would ever hear...except for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment&lt;/span&gt;: Getting his warrior mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment&lt;/span&gt;: Uz'asi did not believe in wasting time on sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession&lt;/span&gt;: A Yh'enzi blade that he bartered for in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;: Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot&lt;/span&gt;: He did not believe in staying stationary for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; He would have wanted me to bond with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;Uz'asi is, and always will be, the best warrior that ever lived. If I had one wish it would be that I had listened to him when he said I wasn't ready to go into battle. Perhaps he would still be alive. Perhaps my life would have turned out different. Until I go to my rest I will never forget the image of his death from my mind...and the guilt from my heart. In my own way I did care for him...I just wish I knew it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-7148765642604336739?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7148765642604336739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/uzasi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7148765642604336739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7148765642604336739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/uzasi.html' title='Uz’asi'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfveygSYpI/AAAAAAAAEyo/voRyfmfTi-k/s72-c/Header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-7247457692607222229</id><published>2009-06-29T02:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:22:08.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Anon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfvelWomlI/AAAAAAAAEyg/tSVbvQdvxOA/s1600-h/Anon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfvelWomlI/AAAAAAAAEyg/tSVbvQdvxOA/s800/Anon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352509990855285330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anon O'tavi&lt;/span&gt; was one of the only Wise who lived among the R'ouglians. He wanted to better understand their pain if he lived it instead of observing it. J'enshi and Nirvana were nearly finished with their training and he was ready to walk into the Beyond. Because of certain situations, that were explained in 1.37, he and Karrick were able to discuss what was going on with their planet and what needed to be done to ensure that the remaining R'ouglians found a secure place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anon was unable to be reached(seeing as how he was no longer alive) however Karrick filled in the responses the best he could. Those two seemed to have a close bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 856&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 6'2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; 210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Southern end of R'ouglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt; He was the mate to the mate less, the son or daughter to the childless, a father or mother to the parent less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children:&lt;/span&gt; All R'ouglians were his brothers and sisters, his sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/span&gt;: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show:&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer&lt;/span&gt;: He enjoyed listening to the sound of children singing. Especially since there were so few children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment:&lt;/span&gt; Being trained to be the protect of our people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment:&lt;/span&gt; Seeing the planets heart slowly fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession&lt;/span&gt;: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;: He enjoyed science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot&lt;/span&gt;: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else?&lt;/span&gt; Anon was one of the greatest Wise that our people have ever known. He was missed when he took his final walk.He was more than a Wise. He was a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-7247457692607222229?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7247457692607222229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/anon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7247457692607222229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7247457692607222229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/anon.html' title='Anon'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SkfvelWomlI/AAAAAAAAEyg/tSVbvQdvxOA/s72-c/Anon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-4077807292059766842</id><published>2009-02-18T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:14:01.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Kiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SZxP2KdmDbI/AAAAAAAADc0/8Hexge4Q49w/s1600-h/Nana%27s+pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SZxP2KdmDbI/AAAAAAAADc0/8Hexge4Q49w/s200/Nana%27s+pic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202253075615154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keylane Nicole Harris aka Kiki aka Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki is Kaylee paternal grandmother. After Janet's mother and father kicked her out she moved in with Kiki and Terry until they were able to afford a place of their own. Kiki was there for Janet when her own mother wasn't and Janet used to say that Kiki was like a mother to her. Kiki helped raised Kaylee until Janet disappeared. Only recently have Kaylee and Nana, as Kaylee calls her, been reunited. Kaylee accidentally found some letters from Nana that Janet had kept hidden for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the WORLD?!! You put that picture up? That is a horrible picture! Girl, I am going to snatch you BALD if you don't take that picture down! Look at my make-up! And my wrinkles! Oh sweet baby Jesus! I didn't realize I looked that OLD!! I can't believe she put that picture up! What was she thinking? Doesn't she know better than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SZxKUtQMtxI/AAAAAAAADck/z0bNSYITc1E/s1600-h/Kiki+Ravensworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SZxKUtQMtxI/AAAAAAAADck/z0bNSYITc1E/s320/Kiki+Ravensworth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196180740978450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh...this one is way better. I remember when that picture was taken. Terry, Janet and Kaylee had just moved into their new place. I look good there don't I? Hell yes I do! Back then I was a buck twenty five and had a FINE figure! Uh, uh, UH! To be that age again and knowing that I know now...Oh right! You had some questions for me right? Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:70&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: You know that buck twenty five I was talking about? Tack on forty.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born: Upper east side of Belladonna Cove.&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Divorced&lt;br /&gt;Siblings/Children: Six older brothers and a younger sister. I had a son...&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Chinese. General Tso chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Show: Who wants to be a millionaire. Man, I don't know what I would do with a million dollars! I don't know anyone who...wait...yes I do! OMG! I forgot that boy was stinking rich! *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Singer: Nat Cole&lt;br /&gt;Most Memorable moment: Seeing my granddaughter after all these years&lt;br /&gt;Saddest Moment: Learning how my granddaughter had been mistreated all those years.&lt;br /&gt;Prized Possession: The one picture I was able to save of my son.&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: I used to throw clay a lot, now I just strum on an old guitar when my arthritis allows it.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: Man, I haven't been out of Utopia in YEARS. At one point, when Utopia had just been built it was a great place to leave but little by little it grew run down until the city just mocks the meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Did you want to add anything else? I'm glad that bug found those letter after all those years. I will never forget rounding the corner of the house and seeing her on the porch. Just seeing her profile reminds me so much of my son. I can't wait to see her again. You know, if I died tomorrow I would be completely and utterly happy. Not saying I want to die tomorrow but if I did...I would only have one regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't take Lawerence Wells down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-4077807292059766842?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4077807292059766842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/02/keylane-nicole-harris-aka-kiki-aka-nana.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4077807292059766842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4077807292059766842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/02/keylane-nicole-harris-aka-kiki-aka-nana.html' title='Kiki'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SZxP2KdmDbI/AAAAAAAADc0/8Hexge4Q49w/s72-c/Nana%27s+pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-2179807615308111668</id><published>2009-01-29T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:00:04.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>The Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SX-mnbFI4jI/AAAAAAAADEM/6c1oh9wMwhc/s1600-h/The+Wise.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SX-mnbFI4jI/AAAAAAAADEM/6c1oh9wMwhc/s400/The+Wise.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296134883025412658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'enshi and Nirvana were destined to be The Wise from birth because of the markings on their face. Born to different donors(mere seconds apart but hundred of miles away) they consider each other sisters since they've been around each other since they were born. They've never led a normal life. Their life is always about sacrifice and doing what they can to help with the plight of their home world.  Being who they are one of the many things they can do is change their appearance. There's an old R'ouglian expression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take in all vistors and befriend all strangers. The Wise walk among us in disguse. To turn your back on a vistor or to make reject friendship is to court dishonoring them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that none but The Wise know where they will be at any given time.  J'enshi is the most outspoken of the duo. She was very eage to do this interview. As a matter of fact she was the one who made contact and requested they be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall man walkes into the room and looks around with steely eyes before going back out into the hall and ushering the two girls in. J'enshi waves and Nirvana politely bows her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will be no interview questions. The Wise wish to just speak to-"&lt;br /&gt;"We have changed our minds Guardian. We will answer the questions," Nirvana said as she motioned with her hand. The paper seemed to float to the two girls and they bent their heads together to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; Timeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;Anywhere from 4' to 6'5''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;45 to 250 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Nirvana was born on the Northern tip of R'ouglia while J'enshi was born near the Southern end. One of the reasons for our different skin tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;We are the husbands to lonely widows and the wives of broken hearted warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;All R'ouglians are our brothers and sisters. Our sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;What's it called? Nirvana likes the Big Mac! I enjoy tater tots with alot of the red sauce. What's it called?...Ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;When we have a free moment we like to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. Earth humor can be so silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; When I am troubled Nirvana sings me to sleep. She will deny her singing voice but I enjoy it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nirvana did indeed deny her voice. &lt;/span&gt;My favorite singer is Liara K'atra. She sings what some would consider opera threaded with blues. It brings tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Finding out who our donors were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;Realizing that we were never going to have a normal childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;We don't really keep possessions. Sometimes we have to leave wherever we are at a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;J'enshi enjoys sewing and I enjoy playing the flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;The place we created just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;To bring happiness to the downtrodden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else?&lt;br /&gt;J'enshi&lt;/span&gt;: Sometime its hard for us to be happy. Especially when we see so much sadness. And it's hard to grow close to other people when we never know when we'll have to leave....or what form we'll have to take. Some time we're women, sometimes we're men. We are whatever the person needs us to be. And sometimes I get angry. I get angry because I sometimes just want to be ME...but that's not what I was born for was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;: What my sister said. Also, I would like to see all the R'ouglian races join together instead of fighting amongst themselves about what caused the planet to start destroying itself. We were once a peaceful nations but now...finger pointing turned to armed combat. How can we heal our planet when her soil is drinking the blood of our people? Being The Wise is a lonely path to follow but I was lucky. This is the first time there has been two of us. At least I have a constant companion beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peace friend. May life, love and laughter brighten your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-2179807615308111668?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2179807615308111668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/2179807615308111668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/2179807615308111668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/wise.html' title='The Wise'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SX-mnbFI4jI/AAAAAAAADEM/6c1oh9wMwhc/s72-c/The+Wise.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-3594221639785720277</id><published>2009-01-16T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:15:07.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Kavanh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SXGTfYD4euI/AAAAAAAADAU/ye-8gFrmUJ0/s1600-h/Kavanh+header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SXGTfYD4euI/AAAAAAAADAU/ye-8gFrmUJ0/s200/Kavanh+header.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292173204381006562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavanh is Karrick's sister and one of the few females of the warrior class. They are actually brother and sister.  While the R'ouglians  consider each other extended family she and Karrick come from a mated pair, which is a rare occurrence for them. Kavanh isn't as austere as Karrick. She's picked up several of Earth's custom including their style of dress and speaking habits. She takes up odd jobs but came back to Serenity Cove when Karrick asked her to watch over a friend's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all about family. I would do anything for my sibling. And while he may not love me(he is a man after all) I adore him. I'd been working my way back to Serenity Cove anyway after that...international misunderstanding with the CIA with some artwork that I...acquired. Anyways, after I stashed it I needed to lay low so what's better than coming home? Karrick frowns on my activities but I ask him what better way to stay fit than to run? And I only borrow the items. When it becomes too much of a hassle, or I grow bored of having it in my house, I sneak back in and put it back. No harm, no foul right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 500(yes, Karrick is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; brother! Haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;145&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; R'ouglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;One brother. No, I haven't picked a donor yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;I love Taco Bell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Cops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; Tupac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Watching my brother be born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment:&lt;/span&gt; When the store didn't have my favorite pair of Doc Martens in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;My first pair of Doc Martens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;"collecting" art, training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;For me to give my life for someone worthy. What kind of warrior would I be to die in my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;No, Kaylee wants to go to one of Ty's games and it takes her FOREVER to get around. I'm so glad that our men have the babies. It just looks...unnatural to see a woman pregnant. *shudders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-3594221639785720277?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3594221639785720277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/kavanh.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3594221639785720277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3594221639785720277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/kavanh.html' title='Kavanh'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SXGTfYD4euI/AAAAAAAADAU/ye-8gFrmUJ0/s72-c/Kavanh+header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-1045770822426858700</id><published>2009-01-15T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:16:29.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Karrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SW63O6tnP_I/AAAAAAAAC-0/A5PvgcElbZw/s1600-h/karrick-header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SW63O6tnP_I/AAAAAAAAC-0/A5PvgcElbZw/s800/karrick-header.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291368079113535474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karrick K'atri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karrick seeks solitude. As part of the warrior class on his home planet when he landed here on Earth he was happy to have crash landed in such a small island. He kept in shape by tossing around a 'pig skin' that had been left by the last occupant of his house. A scout saw him playing by himself, he can move extremely fast when needed, and he soon joined the NFL. He's a teammate to Ty and has also become a close friend. Being such a close friend he's trying to help them discover what Hannah is doing in her labs. But it's not just for them. His people, the  &lt;span&gt;R'ogulia, want to know how Hannah is keeping her youth as well. Always a solider he doesn't really know how to love. He feels an affection for his sister but it's not love. The &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;R'ogulians haven't been on Serenity Cove for long. Not long to their standard. About 70 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire life has been spent being a warrior. From the time I was born that's what I've been bred to do. My donors put my through rigorous exercises from the time I could walk. I was reading up on Earth's history. I would say that they were almost like slave drivers but at my donors allowed me proper sleeping habits. It's...hard for me to not keep up with my training. I'm always on guard but I enjoy Ty and Kaylee's, what's the word that Ty always uses? Ah yes, I enjoy their friendship. Ty is a warrior and he partnered himself with a female warrior. There are few of those on my planet. Most females are scientists or health care professionals while a select few men are warriors. The rest are donors. Useful for nothing else  but providing us with children that we need. Our race is dying...our planet is turning against us. What was once good is bad. What was once known is now unsure. That's why we came to Earth. Other species have come here and survived, why can't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;6'1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;R'ogulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;I have not yet partnered with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;One sister/I have not yet donated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;I like the human food...what is it called? Big Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; Petra O'klni. Her voice is haunting. On my planet she is famous. Or was. She...she didn't survive the disease that racked her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Smelling  that wonderful smell that is a Big Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;Waking up from stasis to realize that some of my fellow warriors had not been able to reach the emergency capsule in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;A flower from  &lt;span&gt;R'ogulia that I flash froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Training, hanging out with Ty(is that the right expression?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;I like to rest by the meditation pool at the house. The sound of the water calms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;That more of my people would have left the planet. I don't know what became of them. Was the planet able to sustain them? Or did they perish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;I'm still not comfortable around humans. Understand that Serenity Cove didn't really become populated until maybe thirty years ago. It's still a small town compared to some of the other towns I visit when we're playing football. We can blend in very easily, make people think they saw something they didn't but we don't need to do that here in Serenity Cove. 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She gives fashion advice to any and everyone...regardless of if it's wanted or not. Zeta's been in Serenity Cove all her life. She always knew that she was going to work in the Bio-Aquarium with Mother, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. Although she'll never tell anyone she yearns to settle down and get married. She currently has a crush on a co-worker who seems unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffftt!! No one is 'unattainable'! I just haven't given it my best shot yet! I haven't brought on my A game. I'm just warming him up before I give him the full effect that is moi! You see that picture? That's my fierce look. I am HOT! Okay, really that picture was snapped when I wasn't looking but that's still my good side.&lt;br /&gt;And fashion advice is NEVER unwanted! Let me tell you, there are some people that should be PAYING me for the advice I give them out of the kindness of my heart! Like, I seen those pictures of Kaylee when she was growing up and in college. Hello?! Can anyone say fashion mishap?! *tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'5. Otherwise I could have been a model! No lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;130. Most of that weight is in my rack. I have a nice chest if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Good old S.C....damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Single! By choice! Hello? All the men want me! I can't disappoint all of them! So many that I still haven't done! They haven't gotten a ride on my love train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;5 siblings. Two older sisters, two younger brothers and a sister. Children? No! I've seen what they do to your hips! And I'm not one to gossip but I've noticed that Kaylee's hips are getting a little wide! I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;Oysters. *cue cheesy porn music here* But it is soooo true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;America's Next Top Model. Ohhh...or What Not to Wear! I could SO do that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer: &lt;/span&gt;Barry White(he may not have been that attractive but he sure does make me want to drop my panties!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Well, there was that time in the back of this Porsche. Things would have went A LOT further but unfortunately a cop caught us and we ended up spending the night at the jail. The diamond bracelet that guy got me(I can't remember his name) for all the trouble he caused was SO worth it though! And so was the thank you sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;I don't tend to dwell on those type of things. It's over, done. So...why are you still thinking about it? No regrets is my motto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;This picture of me on the catwalk looking FIERCE! I was seriously strutting! Unfortunately the fashion show was over but I still made Pat take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Shopping, designing clothes, cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;Oh man I would love to go to Milan. And just watch the fashion show there. It would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;That I'd be about five inches taller. Tyra would have NOTHING on me! We could do like a Zoolander walk off! I bet I'd win too! I'd take her DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;Look, I adore Kaylee and all but I gotta tell you...if Ty showed me the slightest interest I would be all OVER that man! I mean seriously...have you seen those muscles? And that ass? Hello?! I'm just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw-j5U2TXI/AAAAAAAACww/V7kQFB3LNW8/s1600-h/Pat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw-j5U2TXI/AAAAAAAACww/V7kQFB3LNW8/s400/Pat.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290672448658099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia 'Pat' Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat is a co-worker of Kaylee's. The first person that she met, aside from Hannah. Pat is friendly but doesn't really have time to socialize with a husband and two little ones waiting for her at home. She's really the force behind making coming to work fun. She doesn't believe in a lot of drama and she shoots straight from the hip. She's currently one of the top researches on the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I hate talking about myself. It's just not in my nature. I don't have Z's flair or Gina's mind. All I know is that I love what I do and I hope I do it well. One of these days I'm going to get Kaylee to agree to a play date. Well, not us but Gabe and my son. I think they would make great friends. Interview time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'1 and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;185&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; I was born in a little town in Pennsylvania but I was raised in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;Six brothers and sisters. 3 of each other. Three older brothers and three younger sisters. I'm sandwiched in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;Roast Beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; Currently I'm in love with Ne-yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Having my first child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;The day my grandfather died. It was just horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;Fruit loop necklace my husband and son made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Painting, meditating, yoga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;Peace in everyone's hearts. Until we all have that we'll always be at war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;I think Kaylee makes a great addition to our team. She's a little uptight but I don't blame her. She's just coming in while we've known each other for years. But from what I read of her file(what?! Mother left it open on her desk!) she's bloody brilliant. If she puts her mind to it nothing will stop her. Although she doesn't need to work with that yummy man of hers pulling in all that money. *wipes drool* I may be married but I'm not blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw5K8-kpbI/AAAAAAAACwg/jmEanp2Lp74/s1600-h/cindy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw5K8-kpbI/AAAAAAAACwg/jmEanp2Lp74/s800/cindy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666522583541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina is the scientist who first spliced the Alien X gene and the human gene. Not much is known about that project. Once she spliced the gene she was given a generous bonus and pretty much is allowed to do whatever she wants while at work. Currently she's on the 70th level of her game and is hell bent on getting to 80. She really doesn't socialize with anyone at work...or out of work for that matter. As a matter of fact we had to dig around for this picture. She's rarely seen away from her work station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, no time for idle chit chat. You want this interview give it to me straight. I got a level to beat! No one is going to beat it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight:  &lt;/span&gt;115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Post outside of Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;None. No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;The microwave is my best friend! I gotta get back to gaming so whatever I can nuke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;TV? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer: &lt;/span&gt;Don't listen to much music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Beating KJ070! It was AWESOME! He's always talking smack but I put that smack down on him when I chopped off his head with my +20 battle axe! Boo-ya! In YOUR FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;When my computer crashed! It still hurts to talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession:  &lt;/span&gt;My computer! I have a sweet set up! Dual graphic cards, dual monitors, slamming keyboard and gaming mouse, my headset set me back a pretty penny but it was worth every dollar when I hear people crying as I whip that ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;My computer chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be?  &lt;/span&gt;That I could game without having to worry about sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;My...game sense is tingling. Someone is messing with my computer! Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw4t2qM1UI/AAAAAAAACwY/9nkvZ1M6nK8/s1600-h/James.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWw4t2qM1UI/AAAAAAAACwY/9nkvZ1M6nK8/s800/James.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666022671275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Claymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is another co-worker of Kaylee's that keeps to himself. Not much is known about him. The only person he seems interested in is Winston which leads many to the assumption that he's gay. He doesn't try to prove otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to do this but Hannah...er...Mother said I should. That it would make the Bio-Aquarium look good if everyone participated. *shrug* Whatever. I'm  not as reclusive as everyone seems to think. I just like to people watch. It amazes me what you see when everyone ignores you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;157&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Strangetown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;No to both questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Dark Angel. I have all two season on DVD. That Jessica Alba is HOT! Uh...I mean, that guy in the wheelchair was something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Landing this job here in Serenity Cove. It moved me one step closer to my objective....I mean, goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;Watching my mother die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;This blanket that my mom crocheted for me. Man, her hands could fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Working out, watching TV, going out dancing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;I haven't really travelled so that's still undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;Look, even if I am gay, and I'm not saying that I AM, but even if I was Winston would be the LAST person that I would date. That man thinks more about himself that anyone I have ever met. That's not a quality that I would look for in a mate. Look at Kaylee and Ty. They are so in love and each would do anything for the other. That's what I would like. Okay, enough talking. I have a rep to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWxD4yze-ZI/AAAAAAAACw4/iCpdpENBqm8/s1600-h/winston.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWxD4yze-ZI/AAAAAAAACw4/iCpdpENBqm8/s400/winston.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290678305242937746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winston Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston isn't know for his friendly demeanor. He's very cut throat and he'll do anything(and anyone) to stay one step ahead of the competition. He's been with S.C. Bio-Aquarium since he doors first opened and has worked his way up from a custodial job to a field researcher. He's not satisfied with that position however. He wants Kaylee's job as lead scientist. He thought he had it in the bag but Hannah changed the plans without telling him. He'll do anything to get that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is retarded and I hate that picture. Who gave you that picture? I was at that stupid wedding only because Mother told me I had to go. Otherwise why would I be there watching that fat, backstabbing heifer walk down the aisle and marry some guy who's probably already slept with half the cheerleaders? This whole interview thing is stupid. What the fuck do you care what we do outside of work? It's not your business. Whatever! Just give me the freaking questions and I'll answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; None of your damn business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that entertain you? Good. Now leave me the hell alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Five minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid interview. 'Go in there and do the interview right!' she says! I'll do HER right! She thinks she's so high and mighty! That's not what I'm hearing when she's begging me to...what are you looking at?! Give me the paper and I'll fill it out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:  &lt;/span&gt;5'7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;145&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;Probably. Papa was a rolling stone. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Whose Line is it Anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Working my way up...and then working my way back down. If you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;Seeing that...that woman get my job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;The first hundred bucks I made. I kept the five dollar bill. Framed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;I pretty much just chill out with Mother...which means we just sit there in silence until we want to boink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;For Kaylee to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;I still want to know why SHE was hired! Instead of hiring in they hire OUT?! What kind of business is that? If I hadn't already invested so much time in this place I'd be out of here! I'm getting pissed off again. This interview is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-8676356864226342208?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8676356864226342208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/co-wokers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/8676356864226342208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/8676356864226342208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/co-wokers.html' title='The Co-wokers'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWwdKacJ_yI/AAAAAAAACvo/A9xaLgYcC4o/s72-c/zeta.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-3942332383657984558</id><published>2009-01-11T05:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:11:25.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnOqH0MPVI/AAAAAAAACuY/uJET3nJtHVQ/s1600-h/hannah.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnOqH0MPVI/AAAAAAAACuY/uJET3nJtHVQ/s200/hannah.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986460371139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moonstein&lt;/span&gt; aka Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details about Hannah are few and far between. What is known is that some of her people, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;K'atrians&lt;/span&gt;, settled in Serenity Cove many years ago. She is the oldest living member. Also no one in town seems to like her. She's Kaylee's boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes me? Ha! I don't WANT them to like me! They don't HAVE to like me...but they will respect me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 1500+&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'2&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 120&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born: On the fifth moon of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;K'atri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Dating&lt;br /&gt;Siblings/Children: Our donors don't tell us about other children and I haven't been...fortunate enough to have children of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vistick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The best way for me to describe it is like calamari here on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Show: I don't watch much TV.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Singer: I don't listen to much music&lt;br /&gt;Most Memorable moment: : Entering Earth's hemisphere safely&lt;br /&gt;Saddest Moment: Leaving the dying members of my race behind.&lt;br /&gt;Prized Possession: Winston&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: I don't have hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: Anywhere by the ocean....it reminds me of home&lt;br /&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? To find a cure for the ailment that ravages my people.&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to add anything else? I am not as cold hearted as people seem to think. I just want things done my way and if not...things will be dealt with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-3942332383657984558?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3942332383657984558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/hannah-moonstein-aka-mother-details.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3942332383657984558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3942332383657984558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/hannah-moonstein-aka-mother-details.html' title='Hannah'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnOqH0MPVI/AAAAAAAACuY/uJET3nJtHVQ/s72-c/hannah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-9139558521667571792</id><published>2009-01-11T05:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:46:02.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Quentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnMneHBiPI/AAAAAAAACuQ/-K3_aLMbtE4/s1600-h/Hunter-famtreepic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnMneHBiPI/AAAAAAAACuQ/-K3_aLMbtE4/s200/Hunter-famtreepic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289984215792847090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quentin Hunter aka Hunter aka Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe's father. Few details are known about him. He's involved in some shady undertakes in Sim City(his version of Las Vegas). What is known is that when his girlfriend, who he had every intention of marrying, was hastyly married off to someone else and then subsequently murdered, he went on a killing rampage. When the smoke cleared and the blood was moped up Hunter promised vengence on everyone that was involved that he wasn't able to get to. His heart is now as cold as his ice blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He and Kaylee share a connection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refused interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-9139558521667571792?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/9139558521667571792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/quentin.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/9139558521667571792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/9139558521667571792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/quentin.html' title='Quentin'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnMneHBiPI/AAAAAAAACuQ/-K3_aLMbtE4/s72-c/Hunter-famtreepic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-3490700838077991179</id><published>2009-01-11T05:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:35:25.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Terry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnJzGGCuUI/AAAAAAAACuI/LHo_bXMyRKA/s1600-h/family+tree+pic-terry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnJzGGCuUI/AAAAAAAACuI/LHo_bXMyRKA/s200/family+tree+pic-terry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289981116969826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terrence V. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ravensworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry came from a broken home. His father was a drunk and abusive. His mother took him and moved them into a one bedroom house on the edge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Veronaville&lt;/span&gt;.  He was the local bad boy until the night he saw the girl in the park. She might not have been beautiful to anyone else but she was beautiful to him. When her parents kicked her out because she was dating him she moved into the house with him and his mother and then when they could afford it they moved into their own apartment. When Janet found out she was pregnant he gave up his dreams to become a musician and found a steady job.&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, out of the blue, Janet heard from her father. He wanted to talk to them. Janet wasn't feeling well, they had just found out she was pregnant again, so Terry decided to go alone. Before he left he told Janet that he wanted to marry her. They had put it off long enough. He never made it  back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEASED&lt;/span&gt;(Victim of a hit and run)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-3490700838077991179?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3490700838077991179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/terry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3490700838077991179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3490700838077991179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/terry.html' title='Terry'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnJzGGCuUI/AAAAAAAACuI/LHo_bXMyRKA/s72-c/family+tree+pic-terry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-7243488286786359895</id><published>2009-01-11T05:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:35:55.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Janet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnHylGtxiI/AAAAAAAACuA/DYpKv3xmNMg/s1600-h/Janet%27s+headshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnHylGtxiI/AAAAAAAACuA/DYpKv3xmNMg/s200/Janet%27s+headshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289978909091022370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janet Elizabeth Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet was born into a wealthy family. She never got along with her parents. She always felt like an outcast. That is until she met Kaylee's father, Terry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ravensworth&lt;/span&gt;. They met and fell in love. Her father wanted her to stop seeing him and gave her an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ultimatum&lt;/span&gt;. When Janet chose Terry her family cut off all ties with her. Janet, Terry and Kaylee were one small happy family until the day Terry died in a horrible hit and run. Janet changed. She had been pregnant at the time but she lost the baby and she closed herself off.&lt;br /&gt;When she finally come around years had went by and she didn't want anything to do with her daughter. She was a reminder of a painful past. She turned to booze and men to take the pain away. A woman who husband she was sleeping with offered her money to get out of town and so Janet took it thinking there were plenty more men. The condition was she had to act like Kaylee's mother. Act like a mother period. Janet could only do that for so many months before she left Kaylee behind.&lt;br /&gt;She always kept tabs on Kaylee throughout the years but then she got involved with some dangerous people. She ended up pregnant and thinking of no other thing to do she went to see her daughter. She ended up leaving her son there and leaving for parts unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could not be found for interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-7243488286786359895?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7243488286786359895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/janet-elizabeth-wells-janet-was-born.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7243488286786359895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/7243488286786359895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/janet-elizabeth-wells-janet-was-born.html' title='Janet'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnHylGtxiI/AAAAAAAACuA/DYpKv3xmNMg/s72-c/Janet%27s+headshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-1063419780982718039</id><published>2009-01-11T04:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:17:00.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Gabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnB_g9Xk3I/AAAAAAAACtw/mXKpEmCvX9s/s1600-h/family+tree+pic-gabe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnB_g9Xk3I/AAAAAAAACtw/mXKpEmCvX9s/s200/family+tree+pic-gabe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972534246609778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Michael Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is Kaylee's half brother. Janet abandoned him in pretty much the same manner that she abandoned Kaylee. Kaylee and Ty have agreed to adopt Gabe if the court allows them to. Gabe's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;father &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be a well known mobster. Janet was unsure about who the father was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is Kaylee again. I was looking to see if I could find Ty's interview(who password protects an interview) and I had Gabe with me. He saw my interview and started jabbing his finger at the screen and pointing to himself so I figured he wanted to do one too. He's growing by leaps and bounds. He can actually read and write some words now and he's speech is getting so much better. You'll see! Anyways...I'll help him out when he needs it but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnF5_YLBaI/AAAAAAAACt4/NqVVvZFtS70/s1600-h/Gabe%27s+interview.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnF5_YLBaI/AAAAAAAACt4/NqVVvZFtS70/s400/Gabe%27s+interview.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289976837379392930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't read it(and I think he's handwriting is wonderful!!) it says: He's five(he's actually between 3 and 5. Janet never did tell me.) He's 3'3. We have a little measure by the door where he loves to check his height. He weighs 40 pounds. We don't know where he was born. Sim City more than likely but we have to get his birth certificate. 1 sibling.(That's Ty. He thinks I'm his mom...). His favorite food is mac and cheese and his favorite show is that stupid Spongebob Square pants! He LOVES that show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-1063419780982718039?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1063419780982718039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/gabe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/1063419780982718039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/1063419780982718039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/gabe.html' title='Gabe'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWnB_g9Xk3I/AAAAAAAACtw/mXKpEmCvX9s/s72-c/family+tree+pic-gabe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-8750863121826475258</id><published>2009-01-11T04:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:56:53.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Damon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm-fwDBEuI/AAAAAAAACto/8aPAhM3_Exg/s1600-h/damonsheadshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm-fwDBEuI/AAAAAAAACto/8aPAhM3_Exg/s200/damonsheadshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289968690006135522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damon Henry Jameson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon is husband to Frances and father to Ty. He started out poor and with a lot of hard work(and some dealings that may come back to haunt him) he and his family are now well taken care of. He met and fell in love with Fran his first year in college and they dated for years before he was finally able to persuade her to marry him. He didn't waste time and took her to the justice of the peace. He later took her on a extravagant honeymoon vacation to make up for the lack of a wedding. Damon is the strong silent type who takes action first and asks questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me sound like I'm some kind of hit man or something! Haha! I just like to listen to people talk. You ever notice that most people don't like silence so they chatter on filling it up with incessant chatter? You find out all kinds of information about people. Alright, I'm doing this questionnaire because my wife said it was important. And if I don't do it she'll nag me for DAYS about it so I figure what the hell! Get it done and over with! Let's start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;6'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; Pleasantview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children: &lt;/span&gt;Two older brother and one son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;Army Wives(yeah, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; Janis Joplin(that woman had soul!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;Marrying Fran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;That day eighteen years ago when I realized my life was heading down a self destructive path if I didn't do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession: &lt;/span&gt;The first touchdown football that Ty threw in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;Watching sports, souping up cars, messing around with technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;Wherever my wife wants to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;For someone to cook me a steak EXACTLY the way I ask for it damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;No...not at this particular time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-8750863121826475258?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8750863121826475258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/damon-henry-jameson-damon-is-husband-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/8750863121826475258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/8750863121826475258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/damon-henry-jameson-damon-is-husband-to.html' title='Damon'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm-fwDBEuI/AAAAAAAACto/8aPAhM3_Exg/s72-c/damonsheadshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-3869359309042219435</id><published>2009-01-11T04:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:12:19.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Frances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm6lwzC8nI/AAAAAAAACtg/spqG1fNNEig/s1600-h/family+tree+pic-fran.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm6lwzC8nI/AAAAAAAACtg/spqG1fNNEig/s200/family+tree+pic-fran.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289964395240288882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frances Vanessa Thomas&lt;/span&gt;(maiden name) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frances Vanessa Jameson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ty's mom and Damon's wife Fran is the the mom everyone wishes they had and the mother-in-law HOPES they get. She's the backbone of the Jameson family and doesn't let her two "boys" forget it. She and Damon met while they were in college.  She was an art marriage and he was a business major. After nearly twenty years of dating she finally caved under Damon's asking. Ty is her only biological child but she thinks of Kaylee as her baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. Kaylee is my baby! If anyone needs a motherly hand it's that girl. Well I think of all the things that woman subjected her to and all the heartache it makes my blood boil and I see red. You've heard of the term mother hen? When that ain't got nothing on me! I'm like a lioness with her cubs! Don't mess with me! *takes a deep breath* Let me get to these questions. I put Gabe down for a nap but that doesn't mean he's going to STAY down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5'7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Small town on the outskirts of Belladonna Cove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have an older brother and a younger sister. We get together during the holidays if we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pizza rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oprah(before she started talking about her weight problems!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Marvin Gaye. Let's get it on! Man, I think Ty was conceived with that song playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Seeing my son graduate college and move into the future with the woman he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Seeing my son graduate from college and move into the future with the woman he loves. Hey, I'm his MOTHER and he's my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; This horrible painting Ty made for me when he was five. He saw me painting and tried to imitate but...it's still adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Painting, spending time with my family, travelling around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'd have to say Venice. I just love the art there. Everything is just sooo...sooo...artistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;World peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Umm...not at this moment no. I think I hear Gabe waking up. My first grandbaby and another on the way! I don't think I could be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-3869359309042219435?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3869359309042219435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/frances.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3869359309042219435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/3869359309042219435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/frances.html' title='Frances'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWm6lwzC8nI/AAAAAAAACtg/spqG1fNNEig/s72-c/family+tree+pic-fran.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-4444309437887738551</id><published>2009-01-11T03:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:11:09.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmuTHqTdsI/AAAAAAAACtQ/Xf82Kp81qtM/s1600-h/family+tree+pic-ty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmuTHqTdsI/AAAAAAAACtQ/Xf82Kp81qtM/s200/family+tree+pic-ty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289950880820590274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyrese&lt;/span&gt; Damon Gabriel Jameson&lt;/span&gt; aka&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty comes from a wealthy family but you would never know it to talk to him. His parents are his rock and have always been an example for him. They have a close relationship. Ty's always loved football and has played it ever since he could remember. He played through high school and went to college on a football scholarship. He now plays for the Serenity Cove Pirates a small team that is becoming increasingly well known thanks to his talent on the field. He met the girl that was own his heart when he was seventeen and hasn't regretted a day since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?!! Man, my voice is NEVER heard! I mean, sure I get a word in every once in awhile but the focus is mainly on my wife. And there isn't anything wrong with that. MY focus is mainly on my wife but can you cut a guy a break Cheryl? Can I get a little screen time? Oh...wait...this is it? You let me keep talking like that? Dirty pool!! *clears throat* Alright, well...it had to be said! I was just speaking my piece! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;....let's see what kinda questions she has for me. Kaylee said you were being nosey but she wouldn't tell me what the questions were! That woman is MEAN! And I couldn't love her any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...*sucks teeth* These questions are BORING!!! I'll answer them but then I'll tell you a little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 6'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you born:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pleasantview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt; Happily married to the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children:&lt;/span&gt; A little brother and a baby on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job:&lt;/span&gt; NFL player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt; Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; with spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show:&lt;/span&gt; Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer: &lt;/span&gt;Old Blue Eyes aka Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Memorable moment:&lt;/span&gt; Hitting Kaylee in the back of the head with the football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest Moment:&lt;/span&gt; Seeing my wife cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized Possession:&lt;/span&gt; I still have this panda bear from when I was younger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt; Cooking, playing football, chilling with my wife and little bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot:&lt;/span&gt; Anywhere I can get inside my wife. She IS my vacation spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; End world hunger. Or the AIDS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;epidemic&lt;/span&gt;.  Either of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else?&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so, Kaylee doesn't know this but I hit her on the head with the football on purpose! I mean, she was hot even back then. She had this little walk that used to drive me crazy! STILL does. She thinks that was the first time I ever saw her but I used to see her around town. I used to hear about Janet around town and her name would always come up as well. Of course once we started "dating"(because in my mind when we were hanging out we were on dates) I had to squash that real quick! Only took one time of me punching some guy in the mouth after he asked me if she was as easy as her mom for everyone to stop talking about her. This is between me and you. Don't tell my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was gonna marry her. I mean, how couldn't I? She's selfless, honest, hard working and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Seriously, I can't keep my hands off of her. Speaking of which...Gabe is at the parents house and Kaylee has been a little freaky ever since she got pregnant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeeaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!! I gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-4444309437887738551?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4444309437887738551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/tyrese-damon-gabriel-jameson-aka-ty-ty.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4444309437887738551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4444309437887738551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/tyrese-damon-gabriel-jameson-aka-ty-ty.html' title='Ty'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmuTHqTdsI/AAAAAAAACtQ/Xf82Kp81qtM/s72-c/family+tree+pic-ty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069715369796371989.post-4524322226995453370</id><published>2009-01-11T02:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:14:32.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Profiles'/><title type='text'>Kaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmj97RDPVI/AAAAAAAACtI/J1RzJ447F7Y/s1600-h/familytreepic-Kaylee.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmj97RDPVI/AAAAAAAACtI/J1RzJ447F7Y/s200/familytreepic-Kaylee.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289939521599913298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaylee Bianca Ravensworth(maiden name), Kaylee Bianca Jameson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee comes from a broken home. And that's putting it nicely. Her father died under mysterious circumstances when she was five or six and her mother withdrew from the world. She never knew her grandparents. So she pretty much learned how to fend for herself at a young age. When her mother finally decided to face the world again she as a different person. A person that Kaylee didn't know...and didn't want to know. When Kaylee was seventeen her mother, Janet, packed up and moved out. Since then Kaylee's been self sufficient. She did meet and fall in love with a boy who later became her college sweetheart and then later still her husband. She still has trust issues but she's trying to learn how to be more open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! This is so freakin' embarrassing. I can't BELIEVE she wrote that about me! And I mean, seriously, who wants to know about me? No one, that's who but Cheryl(or Phoenix as some of you know her) said that people would be interested. Just because SHE'S interested! Yeah, I'm rolling my eyes here! Alright, let me see what she has written down for me to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;?! She's about rude! Why would that be the first question you ask someone? You don't go up to someone on the street and say: "Hey! How old are you?" Geez! *sigh* 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;: 5'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;: Let's not go there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you were born&lt;/span&gt;: Birth certificate says some little town named Gardensville which is a small town in Pleasantview. Yeah, I looked it up. I don't remember what it was liked because we moved around a lot. I do remember that it seemed as if it was always summer. The weather was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marital Status&lt;/span&gt;: Happily Married!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings/Children:&lt;/span&gt; One half brother but...he's my brother and a baby on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;: Biologist with a specialization in marine biology. Wow, go me! That sounds really intelligent but what it really means is that I'm a marine biologist. I work for a Bio-aquarium here in Serenity Cove(GO SERENITY COVE PIRATES!!!) and we specialize in taking care of marine life and trying to figure out ways to help the shrinking populations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/span&gt;: Oh gosh! Right now just about ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite TV Show: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/span&gt;. That show STILL cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Singer:&lt;/span&gt; I don't have one. I like a little bit of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most memorable moment:&lt;/span&gt; My wedding day. Cheesy I know but still. I didn't want a big thing. I just wanted to be married to Ty. His parents understood that. His parents are awesome just in cause you didn't know. But what really stood out for me is when I walked down the stairs to meet Damon I looked down into his face and he was smiling so wide...and he looked so PROUD! Then to stand there at the end of the aisle and see Ty's face. I...I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddest moment&lt;/span&gt;: I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prized possession&lt;/span&gt;: I don't have a prized possession. Mostly because I know how fleeting things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Reading, writing, pottery, flowering making...getting tats! Oh man! I have an idea for a wicked tattoo but I'm going to have to wait on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot&lt;/span&gt;: Umm...I don't know. I've only been to one place. I'll take  a rain check on this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were granted one wish what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; More wishes? No, not a plausible answer? Umm...I...I would wish that people who were incapable of thinking of anyone but themselves were unable to procreate. It would end alot of the world's suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you want to add anything else? &lt;/span&gt;NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord! Finally done! I'm telling you...everyone thinks she is so sweet and nice! Cheryl is just cruel! I bet you SHE wouldn't answer this questions! I'm out! I have to go to the bathroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069715369796371989-4524322226995453370?l=behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4524322226995453370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-gosh-this-is-so-freakin-embarassing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4524322226995453370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069715369796371989/posts/default/4524322226995453370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthescenesofrg.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-gosh-this-is-so-freakin-embarassing.html' title='Kaylee'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310342796477898153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/TSMJS98jpcI/AAAAAAAAFaM/csSvU_z5Q_w/S220/SNAG-0473.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-UDVNV6a8U/SWmj97RDPVI/AAAAAAAACtI/J1RzJ447F7Y/s72-c/familytreepic-Kaylee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
