Post by mallie cadence on Jan 11, 2009 18:29:52 GMT -8
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[/color][/size][/center]alias;[/color] jess.
how you found tgc;[/color] tippy.
do you have more than one character?;[/color] not yet.
role-play sample;[/color]
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Something about the early morning had Caden on a burst of creative proclivities. His mind was swimming on high tide starting the moment his translucent indigo eyes flickered open. Light rays washed across his ivory tinted skin. What had aroused him from his sleep were the rays of the newly risen sun seeping into the darkness that his eyelids had previously created. For a long while he just remained still on his back, eyes closed. Silence that gripped the room helped his thoughts form more cohesively. Caden let out a elongated yawn, only reminding him how late he had stayed up the previous night. Most of the night felt like a giant chain of things that had dispersed until they were nonexistent. Good portions of the night had been spent formulating up a paper for his communication studies class. The time that he had finally nodded off to sleep was not known, but it was probably around the morning hours. Now he was awake, and if felt like he had not slept at all. Like his head had hit the pillow and the pillow was angry so it didn’t allow him to get any rest. Groaning he sat dazedly up in bed and looked around. Thoughts that had gathered in his head upon waking were still there. After yawning once more he threw the bed sheets off of his body and swung his feet to the wood floor. It was cold on the bottoms of his bare feet from the fan rotating viciously overhead. His eyes slowly wandered to the window to see how the weather was that day. ’Pretty decent weather’, he observed to himself as he ran a hand through his messy bob of gold brunette hair. Today was going to be another one of those long days. One of those days where all of his energy was deteriorated, and by the end of the day he was a zombie walking around without having a pinpoint destination in mind. Fridays were always Caden’s day for catching up and going over things, whether it be for college or something related to his career. Usually it ended up being stuff that he had left to the last minute. However he wasn’t going to worry about all of that right now. He had to write down the creative inspiration that was practically begging him to do something about it right now. Once he went over to his computer desk he grabbed a pen, uncapped it and then took a bad of paper and hastily scribbled down some bullet points and different things of what was in his head. Maybe, or this is what he was thinking anyway, it was something to do with a dream he had while sleeping but couldn’t remember completely. As a double check he reread the paper. In a darting motion is eyes scanned the piece of paper to make positive that he had not forgotten anything important. People might find it weird, but Caden liked to write down things to remember them. Just liked the quiet it helped him organize his mind somehow. Call it an odd habit, but the boy simply couldn’t help it. Somewhere in the words he had wrote he was reminded of Aurora. Where that was he couldn’t figure out. Aroused in him from his mind wandering to Aurora though was the fact that he had to meet Chace and her at the cafe for brunch. Not having checked to see what time it was, he could be late for all he was aware. A small groan of annoyance escaped his lips as he kicked himself for forgetting about the plans. Usually he was really good with remembering things like this. Being late was one thing he hated to do. Slowly he turned his head towards the ticking clock that was hanging on the wall. Nervousness coursed from end to end of his body as he made the advancement to allow his eyes to land onto the hands of the clock. Ulterior to the few seconds of affliction Caden learnt that is was only seven thirty. Brunch was scheduled to be at eleven. Three and a half hours were left free for him to kill, doing whatever it is he wanted. Half of him wanted to climb back under the covers and sleep until then. Dejectedly he realized that he should stay up and get some things done. Besides, he knew if he allowed himself to go back to sleep he wouldn’t get up in time. If that were to happen, Chace would surely be mad at him if he didn’t arrive at all. Right now it was probably just best for him to take a shower and get ready. Clothes being needed, Caden walked over to his closet and opened its double doors to reveal the hanging rows of pants and shirts that were within. Unsure of what he wanted to wear for that day, he allowed his eyes to scan over first the shirts. Only after his eyes had gone a few inches across the clothes they landed on a black Abercrombie shirt that had the company’s signature moose on the front right side. Decision of what shirt to wear figured out it was easier to grab a pair of jeans and some shoes. Dark blue Abercrombie destroyed jeans were chosen to accompany the shirt along with a pair of white sneakers that had black stripes on the side of them.
Outfit all together Caden headed for the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Turning the light on in the room, Caden went over and turned on the shower so it was nice and warm. From a side closet a towel was taken out to hang over the shower door, and his old pajama pants were taken off and threw into the laundry basket inside. Warm mist was crawling out of the top of the shower as Caden got in and allowed the water to run over his body before he grabbed the soap and began to wash himself clean. Water running down is back it relaxed his muscles and woke him up a little bit so that he wouldn’t be half awake throughout the day. Clean and awake Caden felt much better. Almost like he could take on the world by stride, and actually feel like it was all exactly what he wanted to be doing with his life. Acting was his passion, but there was so much more that he wanted out of life. At times Caden could be like that, though he would not admit his soft spots to many people. Suds all rinsed off his body, he turned off the water tapped and grabbed the towel that was hanging over the shower to dry himself off. Towel securely tied around his waist Caden stepped out of the shower. Vapors were still rising from the top and the room was filled with the ghostly tendril of shower mist, mist that game together in a big blurry warm cloud near the center of the room. Heading over to the mirror Caden watched the vines of haze dance around the frame of the glass before he reached out a hand and whipped the condensation off of the mirror surface. Eyes and face looking back at him were ones with a small frown tugging at the lips, and also his eyes seemed sad. Part of which might have been due to him still being tired. Yes, it was definitely tiredness in his eyes, but he couldn’t worry about that now. Less than three hours and he had to be up, vibrant, and in town. Starbucks seemed like a smart idea before he went to go meet up with his girlfriend and brother. Coffee from there was one of Caden’s weaknesses. Hard as he tried, sometimes he just found his feet caring him there in the morning. Recently he had been trying to lay off the stuff all together, but when he got this tired there seemed to be not other choice. Especially when he had a busy day ahead of him, he wouldn’t dare to skip out on the little morning energy boost. Many mornings he would just go for a run to create the same affect as the coffee did, but he had decided that he would just have to find time to go to the gym later that day. Lack of working out on a daily bases bugged Caden more than anyone could imagine. Dressing himself, he exited the bathroom and back into the bedroom. In the corner sat his guitar, and he decided that since he had so much time he would work on the thing that had popped into his head early instead of doing some actual work. Wasting a few hours sometimes to work on songs or things of the likes wasn’t uncommon for Caden. People didn’t even really know that he even played the guitar though, let alone played it well. Before he worked on the musical lines that were stuck in his head, and the lyrics, he figured it would be a smart idea to text Aurora. His phone was sitting on the bedside table, so he grabbed it quickly and texted her a good morning message saying he would meet her and Chace at eleven as was planned. Caden knew that she probably wouldn’t be up yet, and that she wouldn’t get the message instantly, but that was the beauty of texting and email. Prior to hitting the send button Caden read the message over again then closed his phone and picked up the guitar. He stayed there for quiet some time working on different variations of what he had written down on the piece of paper earlier. For some reason he just couldn’t get out what he was thinking in the right way. Distractions also kept him from getting it right. A few times he had gotten up to go to the computer or let Camilo out. He did not allow to maids to do this, because he cared for Camilo so much. Unknowledgeable to the fact, the time hit ten thirty before he knew it, and he figured it was best if he give it up and leave to meet up at the café. Back in the corner he put his guitar, and he slid his notebook back into the end table drawer before heading out the door and hoping into his car.
Weekends were probably the worst time to go out, due to the fact that the paparazzi seemed to bit harder than usual on those days, but today it seemed pretty calm as he walked outside and got in his car. Sliding the key into the ignition he turned it and shifted into drive before pulling out of the driveway and down the street. Of course some people with cameras where around, but through time Caden had learnt to just ignore all of them and not say a word if they asked him anything. Right now he considered himself lucky, because the paparazzi wasn’t as big a deal for him as it was for some other people who had been on the scene longer than he had. Still, they were all a bother, and his personal space was never happy when being invaded. At the moment Caden was heading for Starbucks to get some coffee before he headed for the café. Funny as it was that he was getting coffee in a different place when the place he was suppose to be meeting Chace and Aurora sold coffee. Another big yawn escaped his mouth as he was driving and he blinked for a second as he turned a corner. The place where he was now was full of cars, people, and noise. What else could you expect from a place like Los Angeles? Smiling at this Caden sighed and pulled into the Starbucks, just blocks away from the café. He went inside and ordered an espresso macchiato. A long while he stayed in the restaurant sipping idly at the drink and looking out the window. Part of him seemed to have gone away, and it was almost like he wasn’t’ there for a moment, until he came back to himself and realized that it was probably almost eleven. ”Shit,” he said, taking a look at his watch and rushing out the door to get in his car. On the road again he hurried over to the café and hurried in to find that neither of the two had arrived yet. After checking in with the hostess he went to their table and waited patiently for the other to. He hoped that they would arrive soon because he hated to sit by himself in public. It just seemed so strange and lonely to him. Or he really didn’t know how it made him feel. Perhaps it was just that it made him feel too out in the open.
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basic assessment;;
[/color][/size][/center]full name;[/color] mallie (malloree) olivia cadence.
nickname
age;[/color] twenty-two.
school?;[/color] graduated.
job?;[/color] gypsy cafe waitress, scene thirteen bartender.
alliance;[/color] thirteeners.
martial status;[/color] single.
sexual orientation;[/color] straight.
mirror mirror;;
[/color][/size][/center]celebrity play-by;[/color] audrey lynn kitching
picture;[/color]
height;[/color] five foot four.
weight;[/color] one hundred ten pounds.
hair color;[/color] naturally blonde, dyed pink with different colors.
eye color;[/color] brown.
physique;[/color] petite.
clothing style;[/color] If you really want to know how I dress, I suppose it would only make sense to start at the top. Hair, one of my favorite accessories. Most likely it is what people notice first when I am out in public or meet someone for the first time. Why, you ask? My hair is pink, bright pink, with the occasional mix of white, black, or some other color mixed in with it. I dye it pretty much every week so it keeps the color I want, Constantly I am styling it and restyling it to create different affects and try different things out. Like I said, I also have dyed it other colors other than pink. Once, my hair even looked a lot like a rainbow. It was pretty awesome. Anyways, I do my own hair so it is always changing. I have extensions, so my hair is pretty long. At least, it looks long. Without extensions my hair is shoulder length and more straight then wavy. Bangs, are a must for me. I think all kinds of bangs look wonderful with my face so I always change from thick and straight across to side-swept with white or black tips. Now, most people might think that people with pink hair look trashy or some other similar thing, but I think I pull off the look really well and that it looks cute and scene at the same time. Basically, it grows on you and just becomes something that is normal.
With hair come hair accessories. Lately, I am on a big bow type of kick. Other than that I love to top my head with a cute hat or maybe some kind of barrette or hair clip. I love anything vintage or big and girly. Just like my hair color my hairstyles can be pretty crazy and different because I like to experiment and try different things. I also really like headbands and braiding my hair. On any given day it can be short and straight or curly with really long extensions. Whatever works with the accessories, clips, headbands, bows, or anything else I might want to wear for that day. So basically, I never really wear the same thing twice, or at least not in the same way. I have so many different things for my hair that it all practically needs its own closet-own room. Always though, my hair extensions and different hair pieces will be my secret lovers!
Makeup is also something very important to my appearance. I love makeup, it is a great way to express yourself and just be unique and crazy. Usually for my makeup I use Nars, Mac, Urban Decay, and Dior Channel. Playing up my eyes is my favorite thing to do. I use a lot of black eyeliner and mascara. My eye shadow of choice would probably be bright colors mixed together to create a cool effect. I use fake eyelashes, and a lot of glitter and different body jewelry. Anything pretty much goes with eyes. People say I wear a lot of makeup, but I could go without makeup if I wanted to so it doesn’t matter what other people seem to thing. So I like to go all the way around my eyes with some eye shadow then add a thick think of glitter, so what. I like to draw things on my eyes and stick stickers or body gems by my eyes. I think they are just jealous because I can pull off the craziest makeup things and if they did it they would look funny.
As for the rest of my makeup; lips, cheeks, nails. Well, I like to keep that more simple. Most of the time I just wear some pink lipstick or a bit of lip gloss that makes my lips look sleek and bright. Of course, I use other colors or things sometimes, but that is what happens a majority of the time. Then there are times when I do nothing with my lips at all. The same pretty much goes for my cheeks. I use a lot of pink blush, and I also make sure to always feel in my beauty marks with eyeliner so they are darker. Like anyone, I use a bit of cover-up in the morning to make my already smooth face appear smoother and more glowing. Finally, for nails, they are always painted. I have so much nail polish that the color is always changing. I get manicures and pedicures when I can afford to, but mostly I just pain them whatever color I feel like. Sometimes I like to match it with my eye makeup. Needless to say they are hardly seen unpainted.
Clothes, let’s see, I usually go naked. No, I am just kidding. I have a lot of clothes. So much so, that my floor is covered with them and my closets are begging me to clean them out. The way in which I dress is questionable to some people. I wear a lot of jeans and tee shirts, but I also wear a bunch of things that people would never dream of putting on. I have endless amounts of shirts, pants, shorts, skirts, hates, overalls, leggings, shoes, pretty much everything. A lot of people would call my style mostly scene, but I just think of it as original and wild. I loves to mix and match, and wear a lot of bright colors. The dresses I wears can be odd and have panda ears sticking out of the front of them with a cute little panda face sewn onto the front. I wear shorts in the winter, a lot of the time bright sparkly nylon short shorts. I buys a lot of my clothes at vintage stores or thrift shops. Also, I have endless amounts of clothes from when I actually had an endless supply of cash to spend on whatever I wanted to. I’m the type of girls that wears sick inch heels with skinny jeans, a Metallica tee-shirt, and a bright orange beret hat. I am also the type of girl that will wear a tutu out in public, or underwear as pants. I am the type of girl that will wear bright green converse with a really expensive pink dress. Sweatpants and a tee look good on me, and people don’t think of me as immature when I wear heart shaped sunglasses. Basically, nobody knows what to expect from me. On some days I can look totally normal in a hoodie from Hot Topic with a pair of bright colored jeans and converse, but on other days I can walk out of the house in a tutu and corset and my friends don’t even bat an eyelash. My style changes from day to day, and people just grow use to my wild fashion sense. Jewlery is pretty much the same as clothes. I wear a lot of jewelry at times, and then other days I only have on a bracelet and a ring. That is pretty much it for my clothing style. it is just something you have to see to understand.
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[/color][/size][/center]basic personality traits;[/color]
adventurous.
[/color][/size] [/center]I love to try new things and find adventure in every day life. I am up for anything most of the time and will usually be the first person to try something new. I am the type of girl who is always moving and active, and is trying to find something worthwhile to do with her time. I don’t let any person slow me down, and I especially don’t let my fears or anything else keep me from living life either. If someone asked me to go skydiving or fly to the other side of the world with them on a whim I would be all for it. To me every day is a new adventure full of possibilities and new roads to be taken. I love to do things randomly and my mind is always racing with all of the possibilities life holds. There are some many things a person can do with their life, that there is no way to do them all before time is up.
ambitious.
[/color][/size] [/center]Even though people look at me like some simple girl who just does what she has to in order to get by, I am a very ambitious person. I want to do so many things with my life. I want to reach for the stars and actually be able to grab one out of the sky. In this world I want to do something that matters, and I want to make a name for myself. I don’t just want to sit on the sidelines and watch as everyone else is successful and happy. Life isn’t necessarily about being successful, though. I believe success is finding the things in life that make you whole, complete, and happy. The things that ease your mind at the end of the day and make you smile even when things are rough. Ambition is knowing what you want in life and going for it. Never slow down or let things knock you off of the secure place you have built. Life is only worth it if you have people and things that keep you afloat. Life is only worth it if you are happy and can truly say even if you aren’t rich, have a booming career, and are the smartest person in world, that you have all that you ever want out of life.
confident.
[/color][/size] [/center]Ever since I was born I knew that I was destined for something important. Even if it was just smiling at those people who really needed it and making their day ten times better. Going and getting what I want has always been something I have been good at. I always remain true to myself and never let myself be discouraged by other people. If it’s my dreams I am after I will always go get them no matter if people say I can’t or that the chances are slim. I believe in myself, and I believe in my friends. I believe that this world may be crappy sometimes but am confident that things have a way of working out just how they are suppose to in the end. There is no need to sit around and think up the impossible, because the truth of the matter is nothing is impossible with a little elbow grease. People can be whomever they wish to be. Without amble amounts of confidence I don’t think I would be where I am right now. In this world it is sink or swim, and I will never doubt my ability to keep myself afloat, and to keep the people that matter to me afloat. I try to have little fear when it comes to living my life or the fact that bad things happen every day, especially living in a war zone. I am determined to be as strong as I can be.
intelligent.
[/color][/size] [/center]For the countless number of times I have died my hair, it sure doesn’t seem like I have lost any brain cells in the process. Many people don’t see me as smart, but that is only because they don’t really know me. I am a very smart person. In high school some would even say I was a geek in my own little way. I am very serious about knowing as much as you can. Knowledge has opened many doors for me. Maybe I suck hardcore at math, but there are many different types of smart, and I definitely make it a point to not be ignorant in the things that matter to me. It is true, that I don’t always let on how smart I really am. Sometimes it is better to let people believe what they want. I rather like my brain though. It works hard for me, and I am glad that I could feel it with all the things that I know, from history, to English, to fashion. It all doesn’t matter as long as there is something worth knowing in my head. Truth be told history fascinates me, and I am rather fond of art and cracking open a good book every once and a while.
candid.
[/color][/size] [/center] Truth, one of the best policies in the world. For me, being honest is one of the best things that someone can be. There is really no point in lying when sooner or later the truth will be seen. I love when people are honest with me, and I like to return them the same courtesy. I will tell anybody how it is even if they don’t want to hear it. If I made a mistake and did something that might hurt someone I try to be as honest as possible. It isn’t like by lying you can erase what you did. When I make a mistake, I know that it was mine to pay for. If you constantly lie to people and say what they want to here or don’t share your opinion they won’t see things how they really are. I believe that, that can end up hurting a person. So I just say what is on my mind, and always say what I want to say without beating around the bush. I am a very truthful and open person, and I also am very opinionated and outspoken. If I don’t agree with someone they will be sure to know it, but I say it in a way that isn’t hurtful or meant to start a fight. There is a certain way to say things, and I know that. I have a lot to say and a lot to express, and I don’t let what other people say deviate me from the truth that I see in this world.
effervescent.
[/color][/size] [/center]Once people talk to me for a minute they will see that I can be a very bubbly and vibrant person. I usually have a smile on my face and I always try to put people in a better mood. Being down and gloomy doesn’t do much for a person other than set them back. I think it is important to stay strong and as happy as possible at all times. Otherwise you could start to loose yourself in the dark. I like to always be optimistic and think of the positive. I don’t like to wallow in the past, and I don’t like to feel like crap. Therefore, I am always upbeat and smiley. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, sometimes I may feel sad, sick, or grumpy…but that is just all part of being a human. It’s not my fault if my emotions get the best of me at times. We all have weakness that we must accept and learn to get over. What better way to get over it then put a smile on, feel good about yourself, and have an awesome day? If your always moving and being positive then you don’t have time to think of all the bad things as much. in life being lively and happy is important to me. If you aren’t happy, then what are you living for?
sarcastically funny.
[/color][/size] [/center]At times I can be a very sarcastic person. A lot of people thing I am funny because I am so random and out there and don’t care what other people think about me. With a little bit of sarcasm and amusement to ease the tension any day can be a good day. I am the type of girl that will say something totally off topic in the middle of a conversation to make people laugh. Sometimes I don’t mean to do it and I am just thinking outloud, but it happens. I also believe that a little bit of sarcasm can go a long way in lightening the load of a serious conversation. At the same time I know that there is a time to be serious, and there is a time to make a joke out of something. For the most part I am funny without trying. Truth be told I am a very serious person when it comes to a lot of things. Contrary to popular belief I am also very mature. Like I said though, I am just the kind of person that is funny and sarcastic without thinking on it to hard. Sometimes, things just come out of my mouth before I can block their flow.
independent.
[/color][/size] [/center]The main reason why my mother and I are on thin eyes, or that we have already fallen through and cracked the ice, is because I like to be a free spirit. I don’t like to have to rely on other people for much, and the thought of committing and loving someone in a relationship scares me a little bit. I don’t like to have other people do things for me, and I like to make my own way for myself. There is a certain way that things have to be done in my life, and I like to be the person that accomplishes them and gets what I want out of life. I like to make my own way in this world, and I don’t like owing people. It makes me feel like a moocher, and I hate moochers. Relying on people can be hard for me now, especially after I gave up my mother’s money. I guess, part of me doesn’t want to be treated like a pity case that needs help. Truth be told, I believe I am perfectly capable of being my own person, and putting clothes on my back and food in my stomach.
unique
[/color][/size] [/center]I am unique simple as that. I don’t follow your regular mold of human. People can never guess what I am going to do next, and I hate being predictable. I don’t like most trends people seem to follow, and I think differently then the normal person. All you have to do is look at the way I dress to see that. If people are doing one thing I like to do the opposite. It isn’t that I want attention. In fact, I don’t really like much attention. I just want to be myself and follow my heart. And I guess that when my heart was broken so many times it was put together in such a way to make me the unique person that I am. Every time it had to be stitched back together a different color of thread was used. There are many different things that make up who I am, and I love all the parts of them. Maybe by not bashing myself for all of my flaws like most people do, I made someone that is truly who I want to be and someone that is just different from everyone else. I don’t know but either way, I am unique in every way possible, and to most people that can be scary, weird, or a breath of fresh air.
jovial
[/color][/size] [/center]I have said it before and I will say it again. I am a happy person, or at least I try to be one. Most of the time I succeed. I am always looking for that silver lining or a place of smiles and laughter. I love to just have fun and get rid of worries and pain for an afternoon. I try to be the person for my friends that will make their day better, and take away whatever it is that is hurting them. A lot of the time I notice that if you are happy it tends to rub off on other people. I am just a fun-loving type of girl, and I love to be there for my friends and help them out. It makes me feel good to know that I can help them and that they are ok. I think being cheery all time is a good way to be. It chases away the darkness. Some people might find it annoying that there is a smile in my voice a majority of the time, especially in the war and all that, but I just think those people need to take a step back and look at who they are and this world. Sometimes people can have it all wrong.
fidgety
[/color][/size] [/center]I cannot sit still, ever! For the life of me it is pretty much impossible. I always have to be up moving. If I am not doing something I feel like I am wasting my time and that I am also wasting the time of others. I am a very active person who likes to feel the day with fun things, friends, and work. I never slow down, and I like it that way. If I am just stting somewhere you will most likely see me running my hand through my hair or twiddling my thumbs. It isn’t that I am impatient. because I am a very patient person, but if I could be doing something I cannot stand being still. It practically kills me. I tend to over do it sometimes, and at the end of the day I am as tired as an old lady who stayed up all night to watch her cats play with a ball of yarn. I guess that I am use to it though, because that is the way I have always been.
obstinate.
[/color][/size] [/center]If I want to get my way, I promise that I will. I am a really stubborn person that doesn’t believe in backing down unless things are about to get really ugly. If I am adamant about something I will be sure to get what I want and make it be seen the way I feel. I am willing to compromise, but when it comes down to it I will always be stubborn. Once I make up my mind there is no changing it or going back. In this way I can be very convincing to people and get to places I wouldn’t have got to go otherwise. It isn’t that I am pushy at all. I just know where my heart is, and you can’t cage your heart. It hurts too much to do that.
likes;[/color] hello kitty. smiles. hello kitty bandaid. vintage things. sushi. vegetarian. cupcakes. stickers. summer. the ocean. green tea. eye makeup. music. drawing. modeling. fashion. bright colors. japan. chinese food. stickers. late nights. partying. candy. grapefruit. shoes. bags. dancing. ballet. piano. guitar. care bears. fruit snakes. pop-tarts. music. working out. yoga. soy milk. hats. photography. independent cinema. old movies. making clothes. bartending. reading. gloomy bears. jewelry. inside jokes. having faith. psychology. old books. nice smelling shampoo. chocolate. sugar free coffee drinks. starbucks. smoothies. rainbows. glitter. the stars. healthy eating. ugly dolls. ice cream. my friends. heart shaped sunglasses. confusing people. dreaming. acting. small dogs. stray kitties. night. swimming. tennis. beach volleyball. shopping. the 80s. pink hair. mint green. black. white. turquoise. headbands. crazy hair. days staying in pjs. cherries. texting. sidekicks. running. bubble baths. japanese candy. big bags. working. being independent. smiling. band tees. big words. doing hair. layering clothes. individuality. helping people. british accents. ipods. hairstyling. granola bars. thrift stores. random moments. post-it notes. singing. tutus. airplanes. astrology. musicals. ice skating. new york at christmas. new years. techno. soccer. independence. nature. the moon. knitting. making clothes. old cars. silly magazine gossip. funny looks. not caring what others think of her. thunderstorms
dislikes;[/color] ignorance. when people are hurting. big dogs. animal abuse. gross tasting medicine. people that pop their gum. weird socks. death. pessimist. not doing her best. milk. stereotyping. judging people. fighting. arguments. making other cry. clowns. ventriloquist dolls. war. the opposition. blood. the cold. being alone. people who don’t listen. repetitive noises. heavy drinking. rap music. being afraid. creepy basements. boring people. name calling. big bugs. the smell of bug spray. gross coffee. hospitals. hospital food. grape jello. broken things. ocd. not being able to find things. chaos. watching people drink to take away the pain. forgetting. spinach. blueberries. serious relationships. braces. yellow teeth. itchy and unsmooth skin. cheesy movies. popcorn. loss. angst. panic attacks. rude looks. rude people. conceited people. trains. the feeling of falling. germs. being inactive
fears;[/color]loosing one of her friends. relationships. heights. guns. tragedy. fear. being tied down.
aspirations;[/color]making a way for herself. being independent. being a good friend. doing something worth it. making a difference. get more into modeling and fashion. explore music. find someone who truly loves her. make things right with her mother.
character's opinion on self;[/color] Well, I don’t really like talking about myself. so I won’t. People can form their own opinions of me.
how people view your character;[/color] People probably still seem me has the spoiled rich girl who always got everything she wanted. They see me as the strange girl with pink hair that just likes to have fun. People that know me see me as the sweet caring girl who is just trying to figure out a place in this world.
the past and pending;;
[/color][/size][/center]family;[/color] Jenson Candence – Deceased and gone
Abby Candence– Estranged mother and rich socialite
Gypsy Hawkins – Sister I never had.
pets;[/color]
Belvedere – Cute kitty I give milk and treats too!
friends;[/color]
Gypsy Hawkins - Official chica, best friend I couldn’t live without!
Georgia Jones - Best friend numero dos!
birthplace;[/color] Allenhurst, New Jersey, United States
current location;[/color] Dovington, California, United States
history;[/color]
Let’s see, it all began when a man met a woman. That man being my dad, and the woman being my malicious mother. From what I know the two of them met their junior year in boarding school. My mom was new to Saddle River, the richest town in New Jersey, and she had just transferred to Saddle River Private School in the middle of the second semester. All the other students knew about her was that her name was Abigail and that she came from a rich family like the rest of them. Her father was a world-renowned surgeon, and her mother was a lawyer. Jenson looked at Abby as another conquest to get under his belt. She wasn’t like the rest of the girls at the school. Everyone else was well-bred, only spoke when spoken to, and made utmost certainty to pay attention to their appearance. The littlest slip of incivility could ruin their future forever. Abby on the other hand, did not care what others said about her. She was a wild child and free spirit. She didn’t dress all prim and proper, and she made no attempt to keep her mouth shut when she wanted to share an unwelcome opinion. She kept to herself not wanting to associate herself with the other snobby girls that roamed around the school. Abby was the type of girl that wore combat boots to school and dyed her hair lime green because that was the way she liked it. She was always getting in trouble by the administration for breaking the dress code, but she didn’t care. She was different, undiscovered territory, and Jesnson was fascinated.
One day, instead of going to squash practice with the res t of his buddies Jenson followed Abby after school. He watched from a distance as she walked across campus to leave and quietly followed far behind her so she wouldn’t know he was there. From a distance he loved everything about her, to the way her hair swooshed on her shoulders, to the tattoo he could see peeking out from under the seam of her jeans. He found her attractive, and exciting, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her the whole time he followed closely behind her. He knew that if his friends found out what he was doing they would laugh and call him crazy. but he really didn’t care. All that mattered was Abby. The entire day he followed her around at a distance. He watched as she walked out of the coffee shop on the corner with a latte in her hand, and he watched as she walked down Mainstreet not seeming to be headed anywhere in particular. Eventually she led Jensen to a cemetery where he ducked behind a bush to watch her as she took a blanket from her bag and laid it down on the ground in front of a grave. Jensen wondered what it was she did here, but moments later she answered his thought by pulling out a sketchbook and some art supplies. It stayed like this for a while, her drawing and him watching. After a while though Abby spoke. This took Jenson by surprise because he didn’t realize at first that she was talking to him. Gathering himself together he did what she has said and came out of his hiding place behind the bush. A awkward smile crossed his face as she looked him up and down with a grim look on her face. She asked him if his snobby friends would be missing him and he just shrugged. Now that he was actually talking to her he liked her even more. She was even better up close. So different from everyone else in so many ways. Not trying to be perfect, not stick thin, not fair skinned and fair haired. A scary thought past his mind as they stood there taking each other in. He thought he was falling in love. Once the two of them started to talk it was like you couldn’t shut them up. They spend the whole day in the cemetery together talking about different things and getting to know each other. Neither of them cared that they came from different social groups, or that people would talk once they were seen together at school the next day. All that mattered at that moment was the time and the place, and that they were in the cemetery together. Needless to say, things went off from there, and they were soon a thing. Both of them were in love for the very first time, and it didn’t matter what the world thought or did.
The two had been going out for quite some time, a year just about, when they finally decied to take their relationship a step further. Jesnson, being the popular guy that he was, had had sex many times already while Abby was a virgin. For some time now Abby had been wanting to do it with Jesnon, but for some reason Jenson was against it for a long time. He wanted Abby to be different then all of the other girls. One night however, Abby just told him that she was ready. At first he pushed her hands away as she made an attempt to undress him, but soon gave up the effort because he realized that he wanted this too. The whole thing was awkward, sweet, and definitely nothing like Jenson had imagined it to be, but in a good way. After that night, unlike a lot of the teens at SRP the two only seemed to grow closer. However, nothing can be perfect forever. Abby soon found out that she was pregnant with Jenson’s baby. When she told him he freaked out on her saying things about school and business, and his future. The two were soon over after that and Abby was left on her own. Pregnant without the support of Jenson or anybody else. Her parent’s tried to understand, and they were supportive. Abby wanted to keep the baby and her parents wanted her to give it up for adoption. They said that she had to bright a future to throw it all away to raise a child. Not caring what anyone else said, Abby carried the baby to full term and had a beautiful baby girl who she named Malloree. She instantly loved the little girl and new that she could make the best life possible for her. It may take hard work, but with her families support she could still go to the college she wanted to and get a good career to support her daughter.
Two years went by without much exciting happening. Malloree grew, like babies generally do, and Abby took night classes and sometimes day classes to earn her college degree. She was studying to be an artist. Art was something she had a lot of passion for. During the day when she couldn’t watch Malloree her parents would take care of her, or leave her with the nanny that had already begun to teach her many different things. Around this time, when everything had fallen in to routine is when Jenson knocked on Abby’s door one Sunday morning before going to church. All of a sudden he decided that he wanted to be part of his baby’s life. At the time he didn’t even know it was a girl, and seemed to be under the impression that Malloree was just a few days old. Church ended up being abandoned and the two spent the day in an argument about the whole thing. Eventually, it was agreed to let Jenson see Malloree and that he could see her on a regular basis. Until that day Abby hadn’t realized how much she missed Jenson and how much she loved him. Those feelings had been buried a long time ago with the gradual moving of time. Jenson became a regular part of Malloree and Abby’s life from that day forward. In fact, eventually Jenson also realized how much he loved Abby, and how much he regretted walking away from her when he found out that she was pregnant. Once the two finished school they bought a big house, moved in with each other, and got married.
By now things had finally started to feel right. Everyone was happy, successful, and Malloree had a mother and a father who loved her very much. However, when Malloree was seven her dad died of a heart attack that he had one day at the office while in a very important meeting with high up executives. It took Abby forever to pull herself out of the dark. She was always crying and never talked much. Malloree even suspected that she had begun drinking to numb the pain of the loss. Of course, Mal was upset to. She was a daddy’s girl and she loved her dad very much. As mean as she felt for thinking it, she would always pick her dad over her mom. He always had made an attempt to make her feel special and she was his sweet innocent little girl. When he died she didn’t know where to go for that feeling anymore. All she had was her mom, and her mom was no help at all. Once, things had settled down a little Abby moved the two of them across the country to California where she could better pursue her art dream and maybe get away from how she felt empty and alone. Malloree didn’t much mind, up until then she didn’t have many friends because she was homeschooled. California eventually grew on her, and she enrolled in boarding school like her parents and met some people. At times she still felt sad about her father dying, and her mother grew more and more bitter by the day. Never wanting to talk and always depressed. All Mal could do was hope it would pass and that her mom would notice her again. It never happened. In a blink of an eye it seemed like Mal was going into high school and her mom was always working, and planning uptown parties for all the other rich snobby socialite woman. Mal did the best she could to do what her mom asked and never complained when cash was thrown her way. She started to fit the typical mold of a snobby rich kid who always got what she wanted. Even though that was true she still had a heart. She knew all of it couldn’t be right, but it is just what she came to accept and grow use to.
After high school everything pretty much remained the same. Her mom had changed for the worst and she slowly began to branch out more after graduation. She saw that there was more to life than money and partying, and being popular. One day her mom and her got in a really bad fight about money and how after Jenson died Abby had changed. Abby refused to listen to anything Mal had to say on the matter, and by this point Malloree was done with all of it. She hated her mom for acting this way, and she hated herself for letting things slip so far. Part of her hated the person that she had become. Just like that she walked out on her mom and never looked back. She was sure it hurt her mom to cut her out so abruptly but her mom never called, and Mal figured that was the end of their relationship. Now that Malloree had no one to rely on for money and different things she had to make a way for herself without help. That is how she came to live with Gypsy and her sister, and also how she ended up with an oddity of different jobs to pay for the things that she needed. Malloree turned more back into the girl she had before high school after this, and changed a lot for the better. She became her own person dyed her hair and had no regrets. All she cared about was living life to the fullest. After that the war broke off, and Mal refused to take sides on the matter. She also refused to let it get to her and change her life more than it had to. Normal, is something she tried really hard to find. But nothing is normal when the place you live is in constant chaos. Things may be different now that her friends are Thirteeners, and that people are dying every moment that she tries to put a smile on her face, but in a way they are the same. Mal just wants to live her life and hope for the best outcome possible with the war. What more could a person hope for?
puppies && snowcones;;
[/color][/size][/center]other;[/color] Santa is not real!
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