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Short and simple. My name Is Shady Lily Hansen. In arabic 'shady' means peace, or so I have heard. Lily means grace abnd beauty. Hansen is just my parents last name, obiously from my dads side. I prefer to be called shady, but I have quite the collection of nicknames. I am fine with nicknames, for th most part. I am neutral about shade, Lil, and shay. You can test any new ones you get, and lets see how the guinea pig likes her nickname.

I come from a family of people from Canada and Ireland. My mother Is the Ireland, my dads canada. They met when my mother, during a trip, went to Canada for a vacation trip. She discovered that not only do canadians have good food but that Canada had nice looking guys. She began to date My dad, named Myles, and then they had me. They were about twenty five when I was born. I live with my brother now. At age twelve, i decided to run away. I ran forty seven miles up state, only to be caught by the police and brought back. . I was always a rebel, and always will be.

You could compare me to a new puppy. I will shield from you, hide and ignore you until you have been around me enough. Once i am okay around you, you might see me a little better than you did before. Or you would see less, depending on what my desicion was about how you act. Your a snobby prep girl or boy, prepare to never see me again. If you actually care, you might have a chance. I am a tomboy, but you can occasionally see me In a dress or wearing pink. I wear jewelry and (barely ever) makeup, along with heels. But the makeup and heels are mostly for special occasions. I do love lipgloss however, and nailpolish. I love doing intricut designs on nails and lipgloss i like the look of on your lips. The shine and the taste of it is my main liking. I do not, however, like how it makes me look girly. I wear skirts and designer clothes, like a person. I learned how to sew and do things like that But i still prefer to just buy my clothes.

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Oh, thats a new one. You want to talk about my love life..? fine, just this once.
I was an ordinary teen. I went to highschool, i went to regular grade school. I always worked hard, and incredibly, never once got a C. Not on a test, not on a final grade card. Not even on an assignment. My parents for once, were proud. My first boyfriend was when I was Fourteen. I am straight, and i really didnt care much for him. He had asked me out on a date and I accepted.I had my first kiss four weeks later. I had gotten closer to him. A tragedy struck two months into our relationship. He had gotten into a car crash and was declared in a coma.

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Two weeks later they pulled the plugs and he died. I went to his funeral and cried. I vowed to never get close to a guy like that again. But, of course, hormones rule, and I once again dated at fifteen. That did not last as long, as I was a cheerleader and he was a football player. He dated me for the fame, the recognition. Once i figured that out, he was history. I resumed my normal independent life from then and havent dated since. I am seventeen now.

My appearance eh? hummmm...
I am, like I said, irish and canadian. My mother had straight, dark golden hair. Her eyes were green with flecks of gold. My faterhad white blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were very beautiful people indeed. I took more after my father, my hair color mixed between the two of them. I have stick straight blonde hair, deep but sky blue eyes, and a small, slim, curved build. I am five foot
five inches, a tall female. I have a few tattoos.

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Lets go on about my personality, family, habits, friends and thoughts.
I am rebellious. Some call me a trouble maker, but I prefer to call it 'limit pushing.' I loved while in gradeschool to have fun with the teachers and see how much they can handle, questions or just obnoxious atittude. They knew i was a famous persons dughter but didnt care, just treated me like the rest. I think its just plain hilarious how they think that detention and talks and parent calls can effect me. They thought i would be working at Mcdonalds the rest of my life. Obviously they were mistaken as i Am pretty fine now. I have to give them credit, I was practicing infront of the principal my acting skills, and that contributed to where I am today. My best friend Is named em, that is what I call her. Her real name is emily. We have been in quite a classes together and have known eachother for as long as I can remember. I have a couple pets, A ferret named Reeka, a sheltie named kelta, and a black goldfish named bait. I plan on getting a bearded dragon too soon, but I have decided to wait until bait decides to eternaly sleep. I dont have many friends, the main reason is i hide myself from societies scarring rules. They dont like the way I think and try to change me so I ignore them. I have a few friends, My (from another mother)brother jake, emily, and Jade my other best friend. We have all ben through a lot together. Emily has been there for me since I was young, she was there when i cried for break ups, when i was so mad i was about to run away. She had never brought up my runaway for age twelve after the first time she did and I ignored her for the rest of the day. I realised how big of a mistake that was, and would never cosider doing something like that again.

I have been called hot headed quite a few times. Not something I am proud or ashamed of. I am Ok with being hot headed, I defend myself. I am definately stubborn, like really stubborn. Tell me to do something and dont have a reason? i will do the exact opposite. Unless it is stupid. I am thick headed, someone can call me a *tch and I wont care. They can do whatever they want and I wont care. Since when does their opinion matter anyways? Unless they are close to me, I go unaffected.

Some things I am against are racism and prejudgement. I think that no matter what color skin, what race, third world country or not, should not matter the least. If someone is racist and I hear them, i will comment about it. I am, truthfully, quite judgemental on the terms of 'judging a book by its cover.' I do that to mostly rich people, But because of my career I am quite rich. That paradigm has been released.

Some of my hobbies are common. I love love love to sing and play guitar. When I am in a terrible mood, I go to singing. I have a small, soft high voice, like a mix of taylor swift and Mandy moore. I also love to draw, and am quite good at drawing animals and people. I cannot, hoever, draw unrealistic or cartoon-like at all. I just am terrible at it and it will end up looking like a disgruntled donkey. Some of my not so good and not so fun hobbies I have tried are fishing and gardening. Gardening is jst horrid. I cant, just cant keep a plant alive. I have a brown arm. Not just a thumb, an arm. If i so much as touch a plant it will die of my toxins. So thats that. As for fishing, its not that I dont like it, its that i feel bad for two things. The tortured fish (i love animals) on the bait hook, and the actual fish that are being caught with a needle through their mouths. I think its sad, unless you plan on eating the fish. I dont like fish, while we are on that topic. Or anything that swims for food.

I live in a two story house, with my brother. Its not just the two of us, we have people that rent. We have a woman named Barbara that rents one room upstairs, and Jerry that rents another upstairs. Me and my brother own the house though, and we rule the whole downstairs kingdom. He has the master bedroom, and I have the second one. I have a queen sized bed with a white fluffy comforter and dark blue to light blue spots on it. My room is painted light, almost white, blue. The floor is hardwood, the color of cherrywood. I have a flatscreen television and a desk for makeup and homework I may have.I have a normal closet for my clothers and a dresser.

My crush? Couldn't we stay off this topic?
I haven't been around long enough to have seen someone I am a mildly interested in. I see guys I think are cute but not ones that I have a crush on. It depends on how they act. If I had to choose someone that I have se tht I think looks nice and is cute... I guess sorren.


As for piercings, I have quite a few. I have a cartilage piercing, two lower lobe piercings per ear, a belly button piercing and a nose piercing, one of those ones on the corner. I do not use my nose piercing though. My belly button piercing is something I have had since I was fourteen, when I had done it myself. The rest were professionally done. (pictures below: shady and her brother from another motha'!)

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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 }}

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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. Derek is the third oldest 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. Jacob's the youngest 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.

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(How many more people until we start? I'll try to get some more people)

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There's two males, and one female open. but I guess one male and when people are online.]

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(Oh ok I'll try to get a few more people, I have two people that might want to join)