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[ Margo Deloom ] [ Twenty ] [ Female ] [ The Musician ]
◤mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm◥
Just a moment or two from now,
Not a mind will retain even a trace,
Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell
And how our stack of cards just fell,
So settle this once and for all,
The light no longer shows the cracks around my door,
And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight
◣mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm◢
Just a moment or two from now,
Not a mind will retain even a trace,
Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell
And how our stack of cards just fell,
So settle this once and for all,
The light no longer shows the cracks around my door,
And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight
◣mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm◢
Appearance;; She has dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Her skin is fair and she is about 5'1''. She has a petite frame and delicate hands. She normally wears sailor themed clothing, a reminder of her home and old life.
Personality;; She loves music, it's her life. It's the way she can express herself and escape from the world. One day, she dreams of becoming a world known musician and play at various concert halls. She mostly keeps to herself but is surprisingly social when she is spoken to. She's quite childish and acts like she's 3 even though she is almost 20. Mazie always play a melody and can always be seen with some sort of instrument in her hands. Otherwise she likes being outside near the ocean (if they happen to be near one) or sitting in the grass, making flower crowns like a little girl. She doesn't really say much since she's...well...mute. It's not that she can't speak, she just chooses not to.
History;; Her parents were sailors, so they were always on their family boat, sailing port to port. Trading goods or just traveling for the heck of it. She enjoyed the smell of salt in the air, the squawks of seagulls from above, she just loved the ocean. She wasn't much of a girl to go in the water of tan on the beach, she just loved sailing and relaxing with the waves hitting the wood of their vessel. But one day, the were sailing to a port in Boston when all of a sudden, a huge storm could be seen on the horizon. She parents strapped everything loose to the she and packed anything and everything. As the storm was near, her mother and father put their daughter in one of the rooms under the deck and braved for what was to come. The wind howled and the waves flooded the deck. Water was everywhere. The storm then slammed the boat and it crumbled under it weight like paper. Mazie struggled to bob back above the water only to be met with waves the pulled her back down. Soon she was able to cling on a piece of debris from the boat and floated on the top of the now calm waves. She scanned the horizon for her parents but didn't see a thing. Only the leftovers of wood from what used to be their home. She screamed for hours, yelling for her mother and father to find her. For her to find then. Soon the night become day and she drifted to the shores of North Carolina. A fisherman found her and wrapped her in a dry towel. He asked what happened, but Mazie's throat was so sore and her eyes filled with tears that she could say a word. He kept asking and asking that she soon got tired of his voice. She wanted to get a away, She needed to get away from this man. So she ran. Ran int the near by woods with the man's yells falling behind her. She kept running and running until she couldn't anymore. she slowed her pace and found a train of carts. She walked up to one and read what was painted on. 'Rue Brothers' Wonderland.' She yawned and climb into an empty cat. As she slept soundly, the carts began to move and travel to its new destination.
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mmmmfears ;
music
bread or sweets
heights, falling
and bees
smell of
ciggarettes
music
bread or sweets
heights, falling
and bees
smell of
ciggarettes
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sexuality ;
mornings
the cold
Straight
yo
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
mornings
the cold
Straight
yo
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
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mmmmcrush ;
music
bread or sweets
it's a secret...
[ will update ]
smell of
ciggarettes
music
bread or sweets
it's a secret...
[ will update ]
smell of
ciggarettes
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family ;
mornings
the cold
mother & father
[ both deceased ]
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
mornings
the cold
mother & father
[ both deceased ]
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
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mmmmlikes ;
music
bread or sweets
cats
the ocean
smell of
ciggarettes
music
bread or sweets
cats
the ocean
smell of
ciggarettes
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dislikes ;
mornings
the cold
fighting
soup
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
mornings
the cold
fighting
soup
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
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mmmmfriends ;
music
bread or sweets
Dean
[ pm if interested ]
smell of
ciggarettes
music
bread or sweets
Dean
[ pm if interested ]
smell of
ciggarettes
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enemies ;
mornings
the cold
no one
[ pm if interested ]
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
mornings
the cold
no one
[ pm if interested ]
bitter or spicy
food/drinks
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Picture © Rachel-Marie
Song © Sailor Girl by The Shins
Character © fictional
Song © Sailor Girl by The Shins
Character © fictional