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ғυʟʟ пαмε :: Tamara Jasmine Madden ©

gєиdєя :: Female

αɢε :: She walked the earth for seventeen years.

gяαdє :: She's in 11th grade

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perѕoɴαlιтy :: Tamara is a crazy fun, girl that you just want to be friends with. She has the spunky attitude that everyone loves. She's really just your average goof ball, and loves to laugh. She would even laugh at her own jokes. Tamara is the type of girl who you'd want to be buddies with, she's just that awesome. People know her from her loudness and her insane laugh. Its like a cackle. Its one of those laughs you will laugh along with. Some people think that she might be annoying and to loud. And she kind of is. She doesn't understand why people don't like her. She's one of those people who want people to like her all the time. She's just wanting people to love her. And they do. But some just like shun her for life. Which brings her down.
Tamara is a music freak. She loves to play her guitar, and sing along to the lyrics of a song. Even though she's not good at singing. Period. She's a terrible singer. But, she doesn't care. What she is good at is her guitar. It's like her special gift. Other than being a weirdo. You would see her have the guitar everywhere. Strumming the strings with her fingers. Its her hobby. Something she enjoys. Music is her life.
Tamara isn't afraid to speak her mind. She has no problem of flicking someone off, or calling someone a cuss word. Even just blurting out they're ugly. Or in a nice case, pretty and sweet. It depends on the person. Some people think she's funny, and laugh at her cruel jokes, some people think she's rude and hate her. But hey, its just who she is. Tamara likes her friends, but doesn't want someone new in their 'group'. It only has to be them. Always them. No one can join their buddy system. Mostly the ugly people. She would be the one would who would tell them, no. She's the bad guy.
She is sometimes dirty minded, and the naughty one of her friends. She's the one who likes to kiss boys and all that jazz. She's not afraid to flirt back with someone. But don't think that she likes to get laid twenty-four seven. Because she doesn't. She actually is a virgin. All that tough dirty personality is a cover. So people wouldn't suspect about the subject. Some people might spread a rumor about her getting laid a lot. She'll just put on a act like she doesn't care. When she actually does. That crap isn't true.
Tamara is a softy. She gets her feelings hurt easily. If you push her to hard, she would break down. But not in public, if she was in public, she would put on a strong face, cuss the person out and then leave. Be alone for awhile and that's when she breaks down. No one really seen her cry before. Unless she got in trouble. Big time.

cяυѕн :: Will develop.

вσуƒяιєη∂ | gιяℓƒяιєη∂ :: Not going to change in awhile.

ƨεхυαʟ σяıεптαтıσп :: She's bisexual but wont admit it to anyone. Even herself. Closet wise, she's in the back, trying to push her way through the wall to get out..

εʟεмεɴт :: Water

σтнεя :: Not that I could think of at the moment.

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нεıɢнт :: She's short; 5'4" but proud.

шεıɢнт :: 123 lbs.

ɔıƨтıпcтıνε ғεαтυяεƨ :: Tamara has the faintest freckles starting from her cheeks and over her nose. You would have to look very closely at them. She has a beauty mark above her left breast. She has freckles up and down her arms. They are more noticeable then her face. She has longer eyelashes then other girls, and her finger nails are bit down. They're super short.

тαттσσƨ / ρıεяcıпɢƨ :: Tamara has several tattoos across her body. She has these birds on her right shoulder blade. This water wolf as a tramp stamp on the back right of her hip. And these two small tattoos of music notes on her wrists.

σтнεя :: (I might add something later when I get back on.

[Jubee]

(( Alright. (: ))

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ All done! =) ]]

[Jubee]

(( Accepted! ^^ I'll go add her. (: Feel free to start while I'm gone, but I'll have a post up asap. ^^ ))

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Well, I have to go at the moment. But I'll be back later to join you guys =D ]]

[Jubee]

(( Alright. Bye! :will post sooner or later: ))

[Jubee]

Christian, trudging through the hallway on his way to the school, raised his tired gaze from the ground to the door of the pathway. After a moment of slight hesitation, he pulled the door open and forced himself through, dragging his bookbag behind him. His hair messily hanging over his eyes, he reached up to push his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose with a loud yawn. He was early, yes, but if he wanted to get through the first day of school without a detention for lateness, extra sleep was a sacrifice he had no choice but to give up. Fortunately for him, his first year of getting to class late nearly every morning was experience enough.

As he made his way through the few students already adjusting to school life from a much-too-short summer, he made sure to stop by his locker and stuff the books he had received last night in. Altogether, they nearly weighed as much as him, and it came as a surprise to Christian that he was able to drag them all the way from his dorm room to his locker, the one that was on the second floor. Shutting the door with a bit of effort, he slung his bag over his shoulder, accidentally knocking a student's papers right out of her hands. Or rather, blowing.

Gazing at the girl as his sleep-deprived brain tried to comprehend what just happened, he frowned apologetically as he reached down to aid her in assembling her stack together. "S-sorry," he finally told her, holding back the yawn that threatened to escape his throat.

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[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Exactly who is that for? Hehe. ]]

[Jubee]

(( Anyone, but it can be for you if you want. XD ))

[Zombie Skittles]

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