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┏---------------------------------┓You put a sour little flavor in
my mouth now
You move in circles hoping no
one's gonna find out
But we're so lucky,
Kiss the ring and let 'em bow
down
Looking for the time of your life
(ain't always gonna find out)
┗---------------------------------┛ basics;
romelia caridee tabatha jackson, was born on august twenty-first in the busy city of new york. she has a peculiar name, actually, four names in total. her father was stationed off somewhere in rome when she was born, giving her the name 'romelia'. her first middle name she inherited from her grandmother and her second middle name is her mother's name. this young lass has been known by many names. some nicer than others, though the worst ones are the ones she tends to ignore. romelia is often times called rome, which she loves the most. she feels like royalty when people call her by that name. the others, are names such as, roe, carrie, tabby, and a bit lesser known is deedee. though she is only called that by her little sister. romelia is the middle child of three sisters. her oldest sister, chanelle, is three years older than her and already graduated from school. her little sister, is three years younger. she is currently sixteen years of age, officially an adult. though still living at her mother's house in the city. however, she is definitely planning on moving out to her own home very, very soon.
┏---------------------------------┓A pretty picture
but the scenery is so loud,
A face like heaven catching
lighting in your nightgown,
But back away from the water,
babe, you might drown-
The party isn't over tonight
(lighting in your nightgown)
┗---------------------------------┛ looks;
romelia has beautiful, long, dark brown hair that trails all the way down her back. It's naturally straight, meaning that everyday she really doesn't have to do much to it. otherwise, she curls her hair. her eyes are brown. the average color for humans, yet so unique in their own way that they are actually very beautiful. Or so she's been told. A thick, black line outlines the colored iris. romelia's skin is a tan. due to sports, she's outside often. meaning that she's out in the sun. rome is five foot six, weighing at one-hundred thirty-nine pounds. she has a couple tattoos. on her side, she has a poem written in fine cursive. which covers most of her side. along with that she has words also written across her back. then she has a moon inside a star near her ankle, and lastly, she has a peculiar sign on her wrist. romelia has very few piercings. she has a ring in her nose then two in both ears. spread along her cheeks, are very faint freckles. though she often times covers those up with make-up. she has a single scar across her back from an accident as a child. that is one of the very few things that she could simply hide with some cosmetics.
┏---------------------------------┓Way down 'til the fire finally
dies out
You've got 'em wrapped around
your finger
Watch 'em fall down
There's something beautiful and
tragic in the fallout
Let me say it one more time
(Tragic in the fall out)
┗---------------------------------┛ personality;
character traits ; adventurous, affable, ambitious, amiable, attentive, brave, brilliant, charismatic, charming, clever, clumsy, compassionate, confident, considerate, courageous, cultured, daring, dependable, diligent, easy-going, effervescent, energetic, enthusiastic, exuberant, hardy, honest, keen, mature, observant, pleasant, polite, restless, talented, thoughtful, trustworthy, whimsical
favorite color; red | favorite flower; rose | favorite food; tacos | favorite drink; monster |favorite music genre; rock | favorite band; black veil brides | favorite song; alone together | favorite movie genre; horror and comedy | favorite movie; the nightmare before christmas | favorite show; ridiculousness | celebrity crush; andy biersack | favorite animal; siberian tiger |
┏---------------------------------┓Where will you be waking up
tomorrow morning?
Out the back door, Godd**n
But I love her anyway
I love her anyway
I love her anyway
Out the back door
Godd**n
But I love her anyway
Miss Jackson
Miss Jackson
Are you nasty?
┗---------------------------------┛ love life;
sexual orientation; romelia is one-hundred percent straight. sorry girls.
status; currently, this young lass is single.
crush; logan
boyfriend; n/a
tabatha jackson - mother - alive
connor jackson - father - alive
chanelle jackson - older sister - alive
jensine jackson - younger sister - alive

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┏---------------------------------┓Down you fell, deep into your
mind
Off to wonderland, leaving
what's real behind
You're a riddle I can't seem to
read
Your love a fairytale, too hard
to believe
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let me introduce miss. lilac. lilac eveyln montgomery. how ironic it is that this young lady was born on january tenth, in none other than montgomery, alabama. lilac's name was based off her mother's favorite flower. on the day of her birth, apparently, her mother had received a basket of lilacs from her father. her middle name was just simply a random one. her mother hadn't necessarily thought that one through. she is currently seventeen years of age, making her the oldest out of her two siblings. her brothers, james and edward, are twins at the age of thirteen. there hasn't been all that many nicknames she;s received, believe it or not. people, just don;t give lilac that many good names. by some, she's 'little flower'. the reason for this is just because of her look, apparently she has the look of 'innocence' or something like that. the only other name that she gets is lila, and actually people call her that then her own biological name. either way, lilac doesn't seem to care what people call her.
┏---------------------------------┓Broken and sad as the
tarnish on your crown
Nowhere to go but down
Caught up in yourself,
nowhere to be found
No other way but down
┗---------------------------------┛ looks;
lilac has blonde hair with brown streaking through it. it's pretty long, reaching half way down her back. unlike those popular people at the school or the perfects, she really doesn't do anything with her hair. all she does is brush it, sometimes places a head band in or pulls her hair up into a pony-tail. otherwise, she isn't one to try and pretty up for six hours a day. she wears very little make-up each day, despite her pale skin making every flaw noticeable. though just a little eye-liner is just fine. her eyes are a bright green. they seem to always sparkle when interacting with the sunlight. she's think, not sickly thin, but small. she is five foot five, weighing at one-hundred and twenty pounds. not bad for her size. she has a few scars on her wrists from previous cutting days, along with some on her legs as well. lilac has no tattoos and does plan on getting more than her three piercings.
┏---------------------------------┓Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Say your farewell too what's real
Like the pain that you feel
Welcome to Wonderland
(It's dead)
Eat me or drink me
Seeing is believing
Wonderland, baby,
It's all in your head
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┏---------------------------------┓Your cup runs over
with emptiness
Chasing the hare of your
innocence
Hide behind your
cheshire smile
Once was vivid, was gray
all the while
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sexual orientation; straight
status; single
crush; dork
boyfriend; n/a
liliana montgomery - mother - alive
issac montgomery - father - deceased
gale montgomery - brother - deceased
james montgomery - brother - alive
edward montgomery - brother - alive


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┏---------------------------------┓I need you, you need me
We make the perfect kind of
misery
I help you and you help me
Become the one I swore I'd
never be
The one that I don't ever want
be
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let me introduce, holt adam greene. holt is a rather peculiar name don't you think? his father wanted him to have an unusual name, unlike his mother who nearly named him 'adam'. in the end, his father had obviously won. though they had made his name adam instead. anyways, this gentlemen was born in the country, somewhere in kentucky on october twelfth. he is the youngest of four siblings, two brothers and two sisters. all of which are officially out of high school and off in college or working. holt is nineteen years old, one of the oldest in his senior classes, but he enjoys that. holt doesn't exactly have many nicknames. pretty much zero, but due to his reputation, he is known as 'the bad boy'. actually, he's proud to have that title. it may not be something he should be proud of, but at least he was getting attention. who am i kidding? he's one of the stars of the high school.
┏---------------------------------┓I like the way
you won't apologize
I like the way you just
demoralize
I like the way you always
roll your eyes
Someone as perfect as you
Is hard to criticize
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┏---------------------------------┓Suppress this,
this hatred
I stand beside you while
you soak it in
Spit on me I taste it
I love you more and you
just fake it
I want you more and you
just fake it
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┏---------------------------------┓There's always something wrong,
There's something I didn't do
There's always something I'm
afraid I'm gonna lose
There's nothing I can say,
There's nothing I can do
No matter how hard I try I wake
up next to you
┗---------------------------------┛ love life, friendships & family
sexual orientation; straight
status; single
crush; artist
girlfriend; n/a
angela chase - mother - alive
darrion greene - father - alive
kelly greene - sister - alive
jamie greene- sister - alive
blake greene - brother - alive