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[narnie]

{{ Can I reserve the scared girl? }}

[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ The Depressed

ღღ "Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell. Believe in Santa Claus. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?" ~Jon Bon Jovi

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ᗰᙓᒪᗩﬡᓮᙓ ↁᗩḰᗝ♈ᗩ ᕼᗴﬡᖙᙓᖇᔕᗝﬡ

The party loving, old souled, beautiful daughter of rock 'n' roll.

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{{ This ain't a song
for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life }}

Hello, lovelies! The name is Melanie Dakota Henderson. That's right! Henderson. Oh so you have a problem with that. Well that's just too bad! Haha. Anyway. The name Melanie is ironically Greek for black, dark skinned. Ha! How did I get that name? My dad told me he just felt it was the right name for me. Way to go Dad. My name means the opposite of what I am. Anyway. The name Dakota is Native American for the allies. Interesting, huh? Fun fact coming your way! Native Americans usually are named by the wisest group, the elders. They are usually named after something in nature. Sorry. Getting off track here. Henderson? It is Scottish for son of Henry or son of Hendrick. Coincidently, I am not a guy and my dad's name isn't Henry or Hendrik. My age? Well, my friend, I'm not going to tell you. That is for me to know and you to never find out. Unless you remember the day that my birth was announced, it is none of your freaking business. Just kidding! Thanks to the press, it is world-widely known that I am a young eighteen years old. Yes, I am legally an adult. My poor dad. On the day I turned eighteen, my dad looked at all of us and said, "I'm getting too old." That's my dad for you. He's the life of the party. My gender? God! Is it really that hard to tell? I think it is clear that I am indeed a female. I have the right anatomy and it is clearly written on my birth certificate, declared rightfully by the doctor who delivered me into this world. I don't look many ... do I? Oh. That? Well. I guess I'm pretty. I mean, I have been modeling since I was about three years old and I'm Richie Henderson's daughter. Does that give you anything? Well then. I am tall at a comfortable 5'9. My dad is 6'0 1/2 and my mom is 5'5. Yeah. I got my height from my father. Like my father, I have long dark brown hair. It is straight, but I curl it most of the time. Again like my dad, I have dark brown eyes. Yeah. I look nothing like my mother. Do I? No. Of course not. I don't know why. I got my looks from my father and I am quite comfortable knowing that. I share no resemblence with my sister, Anabel, either. She got Mom's looks. I am really surprised by this, but my father let me get a nose ring. All I did was ask him once and he was like, "That's all right with me." Cool. But that's all I'm getting. I might get a tattoo on my arm with the Henderson family crest with my dad and sister's name underneath it. My dad calls me wild child. I'm all right with that. First of all, I am a loud mouth. I really am. I will speak my mind and usually nothing can stop me unless someone covers my mouth. But then I end up biting or licking their hand ... ha! Anyway. I am violent. Say anything about me, I can suck it up and just say that you are just jealous. Say something about my friends, "uncles", or sister and you're dead meat. I will hunt you down. I do not tolerate it. I am a party animal. Mostly because my dad and "uncles" are party animals and they have parties after every single tour they do. Sometimes they just have a party to have a party. I will go to any party so long as there is no alcohol or drugs. I may be a rock 'n' roller's daughter, but I don't like drinking underage and I don't want to do drugs. My dad respects me for waiting until I'm 21 to drink. Anyway. I do have an attitude. So please don't cross the line. My attitude is very horrible when I'm ticked off. It's better if you just leave me alone. If I seem depressed, leave me alone. Don't ask me what's wrong. It'll take too long to explain. It's better if you just leave me in a room alone with a guitar. I take most of my anger out in music, so I don't usually get into fights. Despite all of that, my friends say I'm a pretty sweet girl. I am if you don't get on my bad side. I was born on Valentine's Day of 1995 in Perth Amboy, New Jersey to Rock 'N' Roll guitarist Richard Stephen "Richie" Henderson and Holly Love. I am the oldest of two daughters. I was born two months before my dad went on a tour with his band. They are a non-famous band, but they do travel and play gigs and concerts. Mom had to stay home to work, so Dad took me on his tour with him. That's how it was for the next twelve years. Anabel was born when I was two years old. She was Mommy's girl. I was Daddy's girl. That's why when Dad had to go on tour, Dad took me. Anabel would beg to stay home with Mom, so we left her at home while I travelled with Dad, "Uncle" Jacob, "Uncle" Derek, and "Uncle" Timmy. My parents didn't get along too well because of this. So, on April 11, 2007, they got a divorce. Dad was devastated. He started drinking a lot. He wasn't an angry drunk. He was more of a hilarious drunk. Just nine days later, Grandpa died from lung cancer. That made it worse for Dad. On June 7, 2007, Dad entered rehab and I went to go stay with "Uncle" Jacob. He got out and I went back under his care. Dad kept apologizing. I wasn't mad at him at all. I was just glad to have him home again. Dad and I have a very close relationship. We're all we've got with the exception of occassional spend the weekends from Anabel and Jacob, Timmy, and Lemma. We call "Uncle" Derek Lemma. Don't know why. That's just his nickname. The following year on March 26, 2008, Anabel, Anabel's friend, and I were in the car with Dad. He was drunk. Luckily we didn't get in a wreck. He was pulled over and arrested. Anabel, her friend, and I had to go to Timmy's house. Dad wasn't arrested but was fined $390, placed on probation for three years, and was required to attend a driver's education course. On April 28, 2011, Dad went right back to rehab. I continued to tour with Jacob, Timmy, and Lemma. They would allow me to call Dad every night. He told me he missed me and that he was going to be back soon. He came back in June that year while we were in Zagreb, Croatia. I was so happy to see him. I love Dad so much. I have had a few relationships. The first one I had was when I was twelve going on thirteen. His name was Tylor. I wasn't attracted to him at all. I just felt bad because he got made fun of a ton in school. It was absolutely horrible. He asked me out a week before my birthday, which is also my birthday. For my birthday, he gave me a stuffed reindeer with the year written in yarn in its antler with a bag of small candy canes tied to its arm. It was a really sweet gift. He never came to my house. We just kept our relationship at school. He was cool with that. Dad knew about it. He said it was cute. Of course, I was embarrassed about my dad finding it cute. On the same day he asked me out the next year, I had my friend break up with him for me. I didn't want to hurt him. I felt so bad. But, he was fine with the breakup. I felt so bad about it I actually cried when I got home. Dad comforted me though. I love my dad. The second boyfriend I had was when I was 13. His name was Zack. During our relationship, we didn't really talk much. We were on and off for several months. Dad was a little ticked with this relationship because one time I'd come home and say I had a great time with my boyfriend then the next time come home crying saying we broke up. I finally broke it off with him when I found out he was cheating on me with a girl that I've known since I was in third grade. Dad, "Uncle" Jacob, "Uncle" Timmy, and "Uncle" Derek made me feel better about it. The next boyfriend I had was the next year when I was fifteen. His name was Josh. I didn't even know him. We were just set up at a skating rink by a mutual friend. The relationship started off fine. Then he started controlling me, telling me who to hang out with and who to not hang out with. He started mentally and emotionally abusing me. He was three years older than I was. One day, "Uncle" Timmy saw me outside underneath a tree with my guitar. He came out and noticed I was red in the face and crying. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that Josh cheated on me with a girl who was six years younger than himself (making her three years younger than me). Not only was she six years younger than him, but I also knew her because she was Anabel's best friend and we went to elementary school together. He was furious, but helped calm me down. The last boyfriend I had was when I was 17, which was last year. His name was Alex. He was the sweetest guy ever. He played the guitar and could sing. He serenaded me at the homecoming dance. We dated for a good five months before he broke the news that he was moving to Washington. I haven't had a boyfriend since. My father is obviously Richard Stephen "Richie" Henderson. He was born in Perth Amboy, New Jersey on July 11, 1959. My dad's old! Just kidding. Just kidding. He's not that old. He doesn't really talk about his parents much. So I have no clue what Grandma and Grandpa did for a living. Dad went to high school at Woodbridge High School in Woodbridge, New Jersey. He was interested in joining Jacob's band and went to watch them perform somewhere. At that moment, he said, "I'm going to be your guitarist." And boom. Guitarist of the band. He is 6'0 1/2 with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a great personality. He's a very nice guy and has a great sense of humor. My mom is Holly Love. She was born on September 25, 1961 in Westwood, California. There's not much I want to say about her, really. As you can tell, I'm not really fond of my mother. I've been spending my whole life with my father. What do you expect? She's 5'5 with blonde hair and blue eyes. I don't have any real uncles, but Dad is so close to his band, they practically call themselves brothers. Hence why I call Jacob, Timmy, and Derek "uncle". Timmy's the oldest member of the band, having been born on October 7, 1953 in New York. He's the drummer of the band. Jacob's the third oldest member of the band, having been born on March 2, 1962 in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. He's the lead singer and (at times) co-guitarist of the band. Also when Timmy is doing the lead vocals of a song, he'll take over on the drums. Derek is the youngest of the band, having been born on February 7, 1962 in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. He is the keyboardist of the band. At times, he does the lead vocals on their song called You Are Mine.

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ღღ "He is partially right and he's partially wrong. But mainly, he's totally wrong." ~David Bryan

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[eventide,]

[ Reserve the Fearless guy, please! c: ]

[narnie]

{{ Ugh I asked to reserve and then someone posted a from for it :c }}

[.alaska]

||i am afraid i already have the scared pepper...||

[.alaska]

➳тнє яєвєℓℓισυѕ σηє

{ nickname | Oswind | stereo type | Sexy and Rebellious | Class | Junior | age |Seventeen| }


"Everything that kills me makes me feel alive."
{ Name- Oswind Cecelia French } - { NickName- Oswind } - { Gender- Female } { Age- Seventeen }

“ explain a bit about yourself”

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʟᴍ
{ Crush- That's for her to know, and you to find out. } - { Orientation- Straight, sorry ladies } - { Relationship- She has never been in a serious relationship and hasn't really had the time to put much thought into it. }

" explain a bit about your love life. ”

ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ?
{ Rebellious } { Sexy } { Cocky } { Independent }

ｔｕｒｎ. ｏｎｓ
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Anyone that dares to measure up to her
Risk takers

ｔｕｒｎ. ｏｆｆｓ
Jerks
Wusses
Being clingy


ｌｉｋｅｓ
To be independent
To be a smart*ss
To toy with the boys
To have an adventure...

ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ

Rules, there more like guidelines anyways.
Drama
Authority other than herself.


ｆｅａｒｓ
The truth
Some of her past
Falling in Love

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɢʟᴀss
{ height- 5'6" } - { weight- 126 } - { eyes- - } { hair- Dark, brown curls that fall just past her shoulders. }

If you were to take a quick glance in Miss Oswind Cecelia French's direction, you'd most likely take a double take. She is not your average twenty-first century girl. Maybe it's because she's British, you just can't place a finger on it. But, that's not it; she is strikingly beautiful. Her dark curls fall to her shoulders, and she tends to run a hand through them out of habit. This mysterious girl will capture you in her deep brown eyes, holding you in her gaze. Once you look away, you'll never be the same, ever. Miss French isn't short nor tall, coming to about 5'6" but, that doesn't make her any less intimidating.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
{ other- Nothing really, a few scars here and there, that's all. } - { If she dosen't want to answer something, she'll answer it in a riddle. The rest is up to you to find out. ** } - { other- ** } { other- ** }

Oswind is complicated beyond belief, a mixture of odds and ends that makes up who she is. Her personality is only half of the puzzle though, seeing as she has quite a past as well. She is incredibly cocky and overly confident this one, having accomplished great feats that weren't exactly what you could call safe. Which leads on to Oswind's knack of defiance and independence, she doesn't take orders, at all. If you even so much as ask for a glass of water, there's a 85% chance that she'll question it in some snarky fashion. This girl, she can work wonders with the men. By the end of the night Miss Oswind has them following her at her heels like tame dogs, and she doesn't pay them any attention what so ever. They aren't worth her time she says, looking for a challenge she says.

[trills]

ＴＨＥ ＳＣＡＲＥＤ; ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ

[Squid-a-roni]

(Pepper i already asked for the depressed)

[blackbird.]

||Penelope Lester||18 years old||The Scared||

B A S I C S
Penelope Lester is the name, though she often goes by Pene. She's born on 16 March, and is 18 years old. A female person, if not figured out yet. Born in Orlando, Florida.

A P P E A R A N C E
Pene has long, wavy brown hair which reaches her waist. It complements her caramel skin perfectly, as does her chocolate brown eyes. She is of average height and build, at 5' 7" and weighing 155 lbs. She usually wears a nice blouse and jeans, just trying to blend in with the crowd. No flashy clothes, no designer brands, not even stilettos.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Penelope is afraid of everything in the world. She hates spiders, snakes, bugs, the usual stuff. She dislikes heights, and water, and forests. She's never bungee-jumped in her life, and she hates taking planes. Cruises and boats she tries to avoid, along with swimming, even beaches. She's never gone trekking, hiking, or been in the wild before. But that's outdoor stuff, and what's worse is the personal things she's afraid of. The fear of being an outcast, for instance. She avoids the 'in-crowd' and will practically fall to her knees to please them and to stay on their good side. She has issues with entering into a relationship with others, because she's afraid of the hurt that she's so certain will follow.

Pene is a rather emotional girl, who is affected by people and things around her. She can laugh, but usually doesn't. It doesn't take much to get her to cry, and she knows all the school's bathrooms and cubicles by heart, and can identify them, because she spends so much time there, crying. Fear comes very easily to her, and even the tiniest thing can get her to start trembling. Always following her brain rather than her heart, Pene is logical and bright, but emotions tend to cloud her judgement more often than not.

B A C K G R O U N D
Pene grew up with a single mother. She is an only child, but doesn't get attention because her mother is always working to pay the rent, bills and taxes. When she was young, she used to ask her mother about her father, who he was and why he wasn't around like all her friends' fathers were. Eventually she told her the truth. Her parents were childhood sweethearts, and while they were dating he got her pregnant. He seemed really enthusiastic about it at first, but after a while his confidence started failing, and he ran off with another girl. Her mother had tried to contact him many times, but he pushed her away again and again, to the extent that he nearly called the police to get rid of her. Pene was never the same after that, and she's hated her father and most males because of that incident.


L O V E L I F E
Non-existent. She's nearly liked a few guys before but she always reminded herself of what would come if she entered into a relationship. Her mother always warned her about finding the wrong guy, and so far she has met jerks and douches. A few guys have asked her out before, but she gives them the same reaction. She offers them a sad smile, an apology and turns them down, never explaining why.

[.alaska]

||ummm... hullo?! I have already created 'the scared' and she was accepted!||