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Re: The horse girl

Postby Darling, Darling » Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:56 am

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Name:
Abigail Clarissa Everdeen
Pronunciation:
Ab-i-gay-l Cl-air-is-a Ev-er-dean
Nickname(s):
Abby, Claire, Clarissa, Dean, ACE
Age:
eighteen (18)
Birthday:
April 27th
Family:
Mother~ Annalisa Marie Everdeen
Father~ Andrew Jay Everdeen
Siblings~ Austin Ray Everdeen
Alice Row Everdeen
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Once upon a time a man and a women got married. On their twentieth anniversary they found out that they were going to be blessed with another daughter. Soon the eight months passed by and the baby's room was ready. On April the twenty seventh a beautiful baby was born. (That's me guys) She was soon named Abigail Clarissa Everdeen. The father and mother had settled on the name Abigail due to the fact that the rest of the family had names starting with A's. Her mother wanted to name her Abby but her father felt it wasn't feminine enough so Abigail it was. Clarissa came from her mother. Her mother once had a baby that didn't make it. She told her that her sister was a still born and died inside the womb. In the memory of her the girl was given what her name was going to be. Which is where Clarissa came to be. As you may have figured out she got her last name from her father which she wears proudly to this day. When she grew older her family as well as many friends grew to call her Abby and Ace most of the time. She was hardly ever called Abigail unless she was being scolded or yelled at. She got the nickname Ace from her initials. Most people thought it was creative and so did she. Some of her close guy friends would call her Dean whenever they would tease her though many do not call her Dean. If one were to have tried to call her this she would always throw the nearest object at their faces. Some of her family and friends call her Clarissa or Claire though she doesn't really like the pet name she likes it more than Dean however. At the stopping point of this tale the baby grew up to become a stunning adult women. eighteen years had passed and she was doing just fine on her own. She was growing up and her parents could tell. On her birthday they gave her her own keys to a flat on the good side of town. The date of her birth was celebrated on the twenty seventh of April. If you wanted to know who her family was you could ask almost anyone and they would only have good things to say. Her family was made up of a loving mother, a hard working father, and two supportive siblings. The closest one to Abigail however is her father. Bother her siblings Alice and Austin were mother's favorites but Abby didn't mind the attention given to her by her father. Though her mother did not ignore her she knew where she stood in her favorites book and it was not on the tippy top. Her father however adored her and supported all her dreams which she is thankful of.
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Personality:
Goofy

Funny

Always smiling

random

nice

awkward

shy

caring

brave

quiet

polite

different

crazy

energetic

playful

sarcastic

forgiving

lovable

flirt
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Abby is what everyone calls an all around sweetheart. Almost half the time she is cracking jokes and being the goofy girl she is known to be. She is almost never serious unless need be but even then she may laugh in not so appropriate situations. With her goofiness comes her sense of humor. Almost all the people who know her must say that she is one to crack a joke here and there which is often handy when the mood needs lightening. One thing she is known for is for her never absent smile it seems. Most people say that she is the person to go to when you need to find the good stuff in bad situations. She's always one who can make things seem not as bad as reality makes it to be. She is very random. There's not much to it except for the fact that she can do the strangest things on a moments notice. Some find her weird due to this but she honestly could care less.All people that know her know that she is one of the nicest people in the entire town. She isn't one to say no to a person looking for help. She is often found buying subway sandwiches and handing them out to the homeless people who she knows all the names to. She's never one to be rude unless she has no other choice. That is unless she doesn't like you which is rare or you annoy her. Along with being random she is awkward. She tends to be filled with randoms comments and thoughts and random noises. Yet again opinions seem to not matter to her at all. If you ever meet her she may come off as shy though this is just one of her poor defense mechanisms that she uses when getting to know others. It happens to everyone so don't worry. Once you become close to her she will become very protective of you and you well being. She is pretty much human care bear. Abigail being someone who was always brave is very out going. she hates it when others are picked on and she will always make a comment towards antagonist making them feel bad for what they are doing. She things it's whats best and she also acts on what she thinks is best for herself and others. Abby is often mistaken as quiet. But it's just that she's soft spoken. She was never one to raise her voice and shout not even growing up. Along with having a soft voice she has a wide variety of manners. She believes that they are essential to being a human being. Though some might try cussing her out she always uses manners even if it's to be rude. If you haven't realized by now Ms. Everdeen is different from most girls her age. She thrives in the moment and does some crazy stuff which leads strangers to conclude her to being insane. It is far from true though. She is just exploring the things called life.Along with being crazy she is always full of energy and hopping around. She can be very playful so don't be surprised if you randomly get tackled down to the floor. For one who is so kind her flaw is how sarcastic she can be. She thinks that she may come off of rude which is far from what she is. She is very forgiving to just about anyone. All her ex's were soon forgiven and they even became good friends though it's awkward when they introduce her to new girlfriends. Just like a puppy who is potty trained Abigail is one of the most lovable girls you will ever find. Her looks might not do it but when you get to know her the deal is done. She is a bit of a flirt but she doesn't go up to every attractive guy she sees and gives out her digits. She isn't that easy.
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Likes:
Horses
Food
Swimming
Horses
People
Running
Horses
Boys
Horses
Dislikes:
Seafood
No horses
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Abigail was raised around the giants whom are known as horses. At the age of four she was doing jumps on a pony. She grew up to win many blue ribbons and a few yellow ones. The only times she's gotten a bad color was when her old mare bucked her off. She was six. If you cannot find her check the stables and that's where she will be. She often disappears and this usually means she's gone on a trail ride or she's dead. . . Well she has a fond relationship with food. It may be one of love hate but it's still one. She loves to eat but hates stomachaches. She is only so skinny due to her riding and her very, very high metabolism. Another thing she enjoys doing is swimming. Her family used to own a pool in which she would swim in almost everyday of the Summer. She likes being with people and is almost never alone. The only time she is is when she's sleeping or when she's riding. The other two things she likes are boys and running. Well who wouldn't like boys unless you like girls which Abigail doesn't really care about as long as she doesn't get hit on. She enjoys running and was even a track star in high school. Did she mention that she loves horses? Abby has very few dislikes. Two to be exact. She hates it when she's to far away from the stables and she can't visit her horses. She also hates not being able to ride. Once she broke her wrist and wasn't able to ride for a month. She went practically crazy. The only other thing she doesn't like is sea food. She just can't stand it for some reason.
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History:
Trouble Child
Good grades
High expectations

Lying games
Tragic moments
Horrid feelings

Tied the knot
Hospitalized

Better
going home
left alone

hopeless
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Growing up Abigail was one to always get into trouble. It started at the age of three. Her parents had already become more interested in her eldest children so it come naturally for a child whom wasn't receiving enough attention to cause problems. She would not cooperated during certain things in kindergarten and teachers believed that she may have been a bit special but, it wasn't so.During all school life she did quiet good and throughout middle school and high school she kept her grades to being all A's and obtained many scholarships. She wasn't a very social little girl so she had many extra curricular activities she could busy herself with. She enjoyed horses a great deal as a small child and when she was four she got her first horse named Avalon. She was a dark brown colored mare who at the moment was four years old as well. For a long time they were always together and enjoying each others company. Avalon was the mare that got Abby to open up to the world and so due to this her parents held high expectations in their youngest child. She was almost always either studying or riding her mare but she was always happy and had a smile on her face and that was what mattered the most to her. Being happy that is. When middle school came she was still the same as ever though she was very quiet. She didn't have many friends though there were a few. At the time her parents had been having financial problems which seemed to have been effecting the whole family. Knowing that her parents favored the two older siblings she didn't want to do anything to upset them. By that time Avalon had become an Olympic worthy jumping horse. Little did she know that in eighth grade she would have her best friend taken away from her. Before she had talked to her parents about summer jobs and what not but they always shot it down. It was during the summer when she was at the dental office when she came home to get ready to go to the stables and ride Ava when her parents stated that it was pointless. It turned out that her parents had willingly gone behind her back and sold her $120,000 prized mare. At that moment Abigail was devastated and the month after that event was spent in her room doing nothing. She began to get lower A's which upset her parents once she got into high school which wasn't to different though they were low A's. Abby lost the need to socialize with others which resulted her into going into solitary more than half the time. When it began to effect her physical health her parents bought her another mare by the name of Valerie. She was tan colored mare with black socks, mane, and tail. She was around seventeen years old. Slowly Abbs warmed up to the big hearted giant and soon they had a very special bond. As months went by she met a boy. No not a horse but a real breathing boy. His name was Ashton. He was a sophomore and he also rode horses just like her. They soon became best friends and the duo could be seen together riding out in Abigail's acres of land. After much bonding Ashton eventually asked her out and of course she agreed. After that they were the IT couple. Two years went by and Ashton gave her some heart breaking news. He had been diagnosed with stage four cancer and he didn't have much time left. Of course she freaked out and went into denial but she soon realized that she had to make the best out of the time they had left and so she did. They were almost seemingly glued together for the next month and the night before he passed he gave her a promise ring. It was a bit strange for her but he stated that whenever she wore the piece of jewelry then he would be with her. Abigail was torn when the next night he passed away. She had been sitting by his bedside with his hand in hers when it happened. The nurses practically had to drag her out and throughout the whole ordeal she was a crying mess. WIP

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Re: My Forms *Only for me to use* I may make forms for other

Postby Darling, Darling » Sun Feb 03, 2013 7:48 am

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Oh, hello there I guess you're the person here who is supposed to interrogate me. Well then it's nice to meet you I guess.Lets begin.My name is Kathrine Harper.Kathrine Melony Harper to be exact. I guess that when my mother was pregnant with me she had a slight-okay huge craving for watermelon. It became so bad that she decided to name her first daughter Melony. I just so happened to be the first daughter of my family. My father wouldn't stand it so they negotiated and decided that my first name would be Kathrine and my middle name would be Melony. My last name comes from a long line of Harpers you could say. Like most last names I got mine from my father's side if you do not know how last names work. Many people call me Melony and Katie. Those are the two most used pet names anyways. Only in certain situations may you call me Kat. If the situation isn't special enough I will be throwing the nearest blunt object at you. I was born in the U.S. Texas to be exact. I was born in a town near San Antonio called Schertz. If you want to know dates then you should know that I was born on January the second at around 12:40 a.m. I still have the Texas accent though it's very rare that it comes out. Most when I'm mad. So I guess you will want to know what I'm like. I've been told that I'm quiet unique which I think is good. Right? Everyone has labeled me one of the nicest people in the area. I'm one of those girls who would go out of their way just to make someone smile just because I hate it when others are upset. If you were to ask were I was you would be told that I'm either at the stables, with friends, or at the homeless shelter. I feel like I should try to make a difference in my life. I don't want to be just some pretty face in the eye of history. I'm known to crack jokes and do other things that get me called hilarious. I'm known to be very awkward and random which is what friends say makes me so likable. Another pet name I've adopted over the years is Goofy though it's wearing off. I'm known to be one to state their own opinion. I must say that I'm very opinionated and I'm not really afraid to voice my thoughts no matter the situation and I hate being talked down to like I'm some little girl. If all little girls thought like me the world would be very very bright. I'm not very serious unless with new people or in new situations and I'm almost never shy though around the opposite gender I can be. I sometimes become very protective of people which results in me standing up to rude people whom think they are higher than anyone around them. Some of them need to be brought down a notch and I'm usually the one doing so. I hate it when others are bullied and will go out of my way to call someone out for antagonizing someone. It's just not right you know? I very rarely get upset but when I do you will know. I'll be surprisingly quiet and I will tend to blank out. I may snap at you if you annoy me and almost always I will be very, very rude and mean. I'm very un predictable when like this which is why I almost always lock myself away in my room. Whenever I'm sad I tend to just shut down. I stop talking to most people and I just go through the functions of living. It'll take some time for me to feel better but eventually I come around.Some things I like include horses, swimming, food, boys, friends, food, disney, music, singing and piano. When I was four I started to ride horses. By eight I was taking on four foot jumps. I had a mare by the name of Lucy and she was my starter horse. She was by far one of the most amazing creature on this earth. She passed away when I was fourteen though. My parents seeing how upset I was bought me a four year old stallion by the name of Apollo. He's a sixteen hand, white thoroughbred whom has become my best friend and life line. He's a beauty and I'd rather go homeless than give him up. I really like food and there isn't much to it. I used to be called fishie in elementary school due to my love for swimming and I go swim whenever I get the opportunity. I absolutely adore music. It's gotten me through so much. It's the reason I started dancing and why I do so well in the field. I've been dancing since I was three and now I'm in a dance school in New York. I don't know what I'd do without dance though. Not many know but I can sing and play the piano. I just absolutely love the two and I have a grand piano in my apartment. Another thing I love is Disney movies. They're just amazing and I have all the old ones memorized by heart. So, you want to know about my history eh? When I was four my parents decided it'd be nice to move all the way to London. I didn't really care nor do I still. There I met a curly haired lad. I was seven at the time and there was a fight in the playground by my house. I being the curious girl I am went to investigate. There I met my best friend and future husband Drew Schoff. He had a head of crazy curls and the bluest eyes you could imagine. After fending him and the bullies losing interest we got to know each other. We stayed very close all the way up to middle school. We were almost always attached at the hip until he met a girl by the name of Chloe. I absolutely hated her but he thought otherwise. One day in eighth grade I was walking out of the school to meet up with him due to the fact that he always walked me home to find him chatting with the blonde. This made me a bit upset but when I walked up to him it was nowhere near the feeling I got next. He'd told me that I'd have to walk home alone because he was going on a date with IT. That made me feel awful. I mean it should right? I got home and when I did I honestly wept. So many thoughts were running through my head like, "what if he forgets about me, "Why would he do that," and ever the thought of hating him crossed my mind. The next few months passed and he ignored me which I was ok with seeing how I was still upset with him. They had started going out the day after I walked home alone and I'd have nothing to do with him or her. After those few months she ended it with him and walking home from detention I found him sitting on my door step. At the time he resembled a lost puppy. After a small argument with him I obviously let him inside and things went back to normal. Come Senior year he proposes to me. You have no Idea how shocked I was. I always had loved him and to this day I don't leave the house without my engagement ring. . . Drew passed away on a mission in Iraq. He was in the military and on a patrol when the bombs went off. I was a wreck for the next seven months but now I'm slowly getting better. I can't say that I'm fine because I don't think I ever will be. I just know that one day I'll see him again and everything will be perfect. Well now that you know almost everything about me I think that you can know some little things. I have green eyes. They sometimes turn gray but that's about it. I'm very small for my age being only five foot three and weighing eighty seven pounds. As Shakespeare once said "And though she be but little, she is fierce." I have brown hair with natural highlights and yep that's almost all. Oh yeah, I have a tattoo of Drew's Dog tag Id number on the back of my wrist. Number 110611. I'll never forget that number.
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Re: My Forms *Only for me to use* I may make forms for other

Postby Darling, Darling » Sun Feb 10, 2013 6:24 pm

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If you haven't caught on already then you should know that I'm not like most people you might know. Some would call me or us a work of god but other would label us a mistake made by nature. I think you know where I stand in this instance. Some call us werewolves like in the movies but, the more scientific name for us would be Lycanthrope.Since this is not a history thing for my kind I guess I should tell you about myself. My full name is Elizabeth Estella Lunaz. My first name came from my mother or so I'm told. I never met the woman seeing how she was killed by a hunter on an evening stroll. My father said I was the spitting image of her and when compared to her in photos or seeing my parents old friends they confirm the opinion to be factual. I was told that it was a surprise and that she cared so much for her child and mate that she sacrificed herself to stall the men and give my father and I time to escape. In honor of her My name became her's. Elizabeth. My middle name is said to come from my father's side. My Great grandfather had been a boy when he discovered his love for stars. When it came time for him to have his first child be a son he naturally passed on the liking of the bright lights in the sky. My father loving my grandfather very dearly named me after the word star. Of course he made it more suited for a girl and so came my middle name. My last name comes from a very long line of purebred werewolves. Not once have they found a mate to be human. As far as pet names go the most commonly used one is Ella. Over the last five years that's all I've ever been called by unless I was in trouble. I absolutely adore the pet name and will allow it to be carried on throughout the years. I inherited the nickname Little Eel from my initials. If looking at them they spell out the word eel. Little comes from well. . . me. I'm rather small for someone of my age but it does have a few advantages to it I admit. Among those are ones such as Ellie, Beth, Lissa, Stella, and occasionally Lulu if you are my father.

If you need to see my age I'll inform you that I'm fifteen. If you need to check my idea you may do so but I very rarely lie. You wouldn't be able to tell if I was though. I was born in England in a small quaint village along the outskirts of a huge forest. My father and I celebrate my birthday on February the twelfth at four twenty three in the morning. . . Haha nah I cannot get the old man up that early. That's the date and time that I was born though. My father and I usually don't do much for my birthday seeing how it's also quiet a tragic day as well. I usually get stuck visiting my mother grave though I do not complain out loud. It's sad but we went there four times a month and we couldn't not go just one day a year? Birthdays are supposed to be happy and joyous occasions not depressing and death filled ones.Any who that's when I blow out my candles.

At the moment I do not really have much family. I guess it's always been just my father and I. He has had a few girlfriends but never serious relationships. Trust me I sadly know. We're not the closest of family but it's all we got. My dad is not one to talk unless spoken to first and I'm the same way. The only time we really did talk was when he would ask about school.

As far as a personality goes I must say that I'm very laid back most of the times unless I do not take my medicine. I'm what you call an ADHD child. I have the highest dosage of calming pills they have out there. I'm one of those motherly figure type of girl whom will go out of her way to make sure everyone is alright. I hate it when others are hurt and will go out of my way to watch out for everyone even those strange strangers. Sometimes I may appear cocky or sarcastic but it's really sarcasm. Nothing more nothing less. I may appear rude in person but it's only when I'm very annoyed, agitated, on my . . . or I have a huge headache. I become very violent when I have headaches and no drugs. . . Well I'm sort of very serious most of the time and if you catch a smile from me it is almost 70% sarcasm or the rare 30% being true feelings. I'm one of those girls who doesn't really watch out for herself so my physical health is out the door as long as everyone I care about is safe and out of harms way. I tend to get very attached to people and will defend them with a jaw full of razor sharp canines. I despise bullying though I tend to do this myself. It's not really that though and if I seem mean it's just my sarcasm saying hello. I will almost never break down in front of someone unless I feel extremely close to them or I can't take it anymore and stress is eating at me. My wolf tends to be the more mature one of the two of us. She's the only thing keeping me from doing something stupid. Her name is sage or so I've been told by her. It's quiet a fitting name for a beautiful wolf like her. . . myself? I don't know but anyways we sort of share each other and only in times of panic or if pestered enough will she come out and communicate with others. We have a crazy bond with each other which is understandable but she is also motherly and is more emotional towards things than I. She can be a pup at times and is absolutely adorable to be around. The most amazing and best feature about her is that she is an observer. She doesn't really try to take control unless her instincts are coming in and something is terribly wrong.

A few things we like include Nutella, food, swimming, running, food, hunting, frolicking, Nutella, people, sleep and did I mention Nutella. Everyone wonders why I'm so hyper. The food is drugs I tell you! I just can't stop it though .__. . I don't dislike a lot of things but I hate sea food with a burning passion.

My history isn't one of very good drama. I was born into a one parent family when my mother died the day I was born in the small cottage I used to reside in with my old man. I grew up and went to school just like everyone else but, I hate to keep my moods in check starting at the age of twelve. That's when I accidentally shifted in the girls bathroom after a boy had thrown gum in my hair. I freaked out and ran home where my father later explained to be what I really was. Since then I became rather quiet and wouldn't talk to people that seemed to annoy me. The most recent thing to have happened to me was the passing of my father. When the people came to grab me for this horrid place I now reside in they shot my father. In front of me. A fifteen year old witnessed the death of her own father. You have to wonder how this emotionally stable this makes me.
All that you need to know of looks is that I'm very small being only five foot two. The doctor said I was done growing. What a shame.

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Re: Chasity Drews

Postby Darling, Darling » Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:24 pm

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Introductions then. Well you fellow strangers my name is Chasity Isabella Drews. Very strange yes indeed but I never said I was normal or sane for that part. I inherited my first name from my father. My mother used to tell me that he was a mamas boy and in my grandmother's honor I got the strange name of Chasity. It's weird you know. One time this girl (Total sl*t) joked about me wearing a Chasity belt or something like that. I broke her nose. Whoops. Anyways I got my middle name from my mother. I guess that growing up she had a best friend named Isabella who passed away of cancer a few months before I was born. I'm okay with the middle name. I got my last name Drews from a long line of Drews whom got their last names from a longer line of Drews whom got their last names from a longer line of Drews until you know. Adam and Eve did the deed. As far as nicknames go I have quiet a few. Many call me Chas (pronounced Chaz) as well as bella. I'm only called Drew on occasions when it's all guys. Though as a lot of times people think that maturity comes from age it really doesn't. Maturity comes from ones self. I may be mature but I'm not some college professor or anything. I'm __ years old. I was born on March the eleventh in a hospital in Australia. Yes, I do have the cute accent. I'm a proud Aussie as well. I don't do much on my birthday seeing how that's the day my mother was killed. Dad said that she was running late on getting my birthday kick and it was a rainy day. The water got stuck in the tracks of the tires and she was involuntarily ran off the road. This happened when I was thirteen and I cannot help but feel absolutely responsible for the event. My father doesn't even speak to me. If you haven't figured out who's in my family then I'll let you in on a secret. My father. He's always away on business trips though so I don't really classify him as a dad like figure. Just a man who made me or forgot to use protection. Tut tut tut.
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As far as likes and dislike go they are endless but a few stick out I guess. I enjoy reading. I know it may seem nerdy but, it's almost as if you can escape the world your in if you pay enough attention. Like, you become somebody else and your not the messed up girl whom is reading a book that will end happily. I'm not that girl who knows life works oppositely when I'm reading. I enjoy swimming as well. It's like a stress reliever and I do it almost daily if I'm able to. I love animals. When I was ten I saved up enough money to be a pretty mare. She stood about 16.7 hands high and towered over me like a giant. She was very nice and always gentle when around me so I called her my Gentle Giant. My father owed the bank and when I was twelve he sold her behind my back I still haven't talked to him since. Not many know but I love singing. Whenever I'm upset I'll be writing in journals about how I feel and then you have a song. I'm actually very good at singing and street preform when money runs low which is almost never. The one thing I dislike the most would be my father. Yes seems dramatic but when this man takes everything that made you happy;Your horse, childhood house and your freedom you grow to despise the person. I ran away eventually and now I'm running on an allowance seeing how he's just glad to get me out of the house. I don't like sea food. Other than that I'm positive. Not pregnant stupid happy. Sorry you aren't stupid. Never mind. . . Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a very sarcastic person. I'm almost always using sarcasm and in turn people have no idea at times when I'm being truly serious which has it's downsides. The sarcasm is often a way I get into trouble. I tend to be rather rude though once you're around me enough you'll see that I'm actually decent to be around though I prefer to be alone or with good friends. I don't take well to new people so if one were to become interested in me it would take a lot of effort on their half. I'm a bit of a joker. I tend to be hilarious and when someone is down they won't stay that way for long in my company. I hate it when others are not smiling and will do all that is in my power to change that frown into something wonderful. Some say I have a depressing way about me but I'm just pessimistic about everything. You got the water into the cup this time. Good job, type of girl. I don't sugar coat things nor exaggerate I just state facts. Not many like me for this reason but I'm okay with solitude and loneliness is a rather fond friend of mine. I hate it when people judge me though which is rather odd seeing how I myself am a very judgmental person. I can't stand it when people point out the flaws I know already exist. I really take it to heart when people say negative things about me and become quiet the little girl. I may be able to stick up for others and I may seem like a bad@ss but I'm really just a little girl playing grown up. I tend to become rather fragile when insulted and my almost always sure voice becomes very quiet and I become a whole other person. I hate it. I often hide from the world when this happens and won't come back for a week or two but It's just how I cope. When people bring up the past however I will not be afraid to become ruthless. No one needs to know about what has made me the tough girl I am today and no one will ever find out unless they are very smart and an instigator. I am very short tempered which doesn't always help me in moments of simple mistakes. I tend to get the wrong idea and that has lost me a few people along the way. I don't like it when others are picked on and if no one does anything you better know that someone will be holding my ears in the next ten seconds. Some of my close friends call me Mama Bee due to the fact that I can be very motherly and protective as well as ruthless in my onslaught of mean words. I become very protective of people that I like and get along with and will not feel sorry for making a girl cry. She deserved it anyways. Very few know the sad side of me. I'm one to break down on a wrong sentence said. I'm very fragile and could be compared to a class house with a rock inside.Little things tend to affect me and I only confess things to people whom I feel I can rely on with my life and well my problems. I'm a heavy burden to carry so almost none of those people exist.
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Growing up I had the good life. I had a father and mother who loved me dearly. I remember how we were one of those tv families. The ones who went out to dinner every night and the ones who ate together and went to places like the parks and movies. I had many friends to and the teachers always said I was the smartest kid of the grade. I used to do spelling bees too. I was nine when my mother passed away. It was on my birthday too. The police said that she ran off the road when friction in the tires became worse. After my father yelled at me saying it was all my fault I pieced together the pieces that were missing like why she was even out. She had been running late and had to pick up my birthday cake. She always got me a different one each year and got it made just the way I liked it. I blamed myself for that night and my father did as well. After the event he took more business trips and left me with a nanny until I was fourteen. In eighth grade I met my best friend. Yes usually girls were friends with other girls but this one boy was a girls biggest dream. Jackson Truson was the most amazing boy who had the biggest heart in the world. I met him when a few girl were picking on me. It wasn't even a good excuse to pick on me either. They were talking about my mother. That hit home base and I started bawling my eyes out. Nobody said anything but when a brown haired boy came up to us and chased the girls away with a simple 'leave her alone it's not her fault your mothers don't love you'. I looked at him with my trademark bambi eyes and I knew we'd be friends. We had each others backs on everything. Somethings didn't seem safe but I was always his partner in crime and in turn he was mine. Were one of us was the other was nearby. Everyone used to joke about us dating but we'd always change the topic. i wasn't much of a joker back then and that was the one word to describe Jackson. He always had me laughing and smiling and the effects of being around him lasted even when we were apart. Everyone knew that we were untouchable and even when the girlfriends came Jackson always put me first. I appreciated it seeing how I had only one boy on my mind. He was very incredible and happened to have a name starting with a J. Guess who? When we became sophomores we were on top of the world. Come Valentines day I find Jackson hauling a huge teddy bear. Guess who for. For the first time in three years he returned the feelings back. He confessed to have realized that I was growing and becoming more beautiful than when he first met me which was totally corny but I of course said yes. The entire two years we were together was like heaven. Not once did we have a fight. We were what others looked up at when dealing with relationships and around school we were the star couple. In the Junior year the school had a yearbook with pages of most likely to's. We got most likely to get married. That's how good we were. In January of our senior year he passed away. We were driving back to my house after our weekly date and a drunk driver came out of nowhere. The entire time we were stuck in there I held his hand. I wasn't killed right away and I kept telling him that it was going to be okay. I told him that I loved him and that an ambulance was on it's way. Jackson told me to look in the cup holder of the side door and there lay a promise ring. By now I was a sobbing mess and he was the one to calm me down. That night he told me about how he'd always secretly liked me and he admired the way I held my ground. He told me that he was happy to have been with the one he loved. The last words we shared were forever and always. I've never told anyone that. . . I have a few shirts of his that he left whenever he spent the night. The ring I never take off and Whenever I'm having a bad day I'm wearing one of his shirts.

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I've been told that I'm pretty and many have called me beautiful but over the years people have become good liars. I am very, very short standing only five foot three and the doctors say that I'm done growing and that the only remedy for my shortness is high heels. Those I won't touch with a ten foot pole. With being short I am surprisingly light in weight. Last time I checked;last night, I was ninety four lbs. I know I'm skinny but I'm not one of the belemic or anorexic or anything bad like that. I just have a never ending stomach. Well metabolism I guess. I guess I have pretty hair. It's a brunette color but during the summer months it gets to a honey color. It's almost blonde one could say. It's naturally straight but I tend to put it up in buns at night causing it to become wavy. I've never once dyed it due to the fact that I'm really to lazy to be usually I just let it be. I'm not one to fuss over appearances. My hair resembles a lion's mane and I have no control over it because I do not think they have made anti-volume shampoo yet. I'm really a very pale person whom though goes swimming very often is not one to get burnt nor tan. I think I have a skin disease but eh. What is it you Americans say? Oh yeah, Yolo... Well I have two eyes. That's a plus. I've been told that they are pretty. They are a hazel color but they weren't always. When I was a little girl I had these pretty brown eyes and well being the klutz I am I fell and bumped my head. This resulted in the random gray flecks that now invade my eye color. When it comes to clothing I'm usually in a pair of skinny jeans. I wear all different types of shirts but the most common are four old shirts that I wear very often. You could put me in any pair of shoes as long as they don't have heels. You might lose a toe on that night. I do have a few tattoos and scars. A few on my left wrist from about a year ago but nothing to noticeable unless you stare. I have a tattoo on my ankle of a plain black cross and a quote by William Shakespeare on my side (right hip) It goes like this 'And though she is but little, she is fierce'. I got that a year ago as well as the other one.
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Oh that little word right there. Cool. I've felt it once but that seems like ages ago. I'm not really searching for it but if I were to run into like a brick wall it would be hard to ignore. I'm not very easy to win over but do the right things and pull a few strings and I could be your girl... In a long time. I've only ever had one ex and he was very important for me. I don't like anyone at the moment but that's fine.
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Postby Darling, Darling » Sun May 05, 2013 6:37 am

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ImageHello there. I guess I should be polite and say that it's nice to meet you but I honestly don't have a clue of who you are. I'll just assume that it is nice to meet you though. My name is Tessa Curtis and I am glad to be at your service. Wow, that sounded very weird and it rhymes as well. My full name is Tessa Delaney Curtis if you want to know. I got my first name from my mother if you're even interested in this. She was a rider as well and enjoyed jumping almost as much as myself. Her first instructor was named Tessa and after five years of riding one of her lesson horses my mother was given a #848e840,000 dollar jumping mare by the name of Pan. My mother saw Tessa as a mother like figure seeing how her own, my grandmother walked out on her a long time ago and the two were very close and still are. My middle name Delaney came from my father but I don't really like talking about him seeing how he walked out on my mother and I at the young age of five. Cruel as it may be he stayed long enough for me to have some memory of him though I tend to try to forget. I got it from when my mother and father first tried to have a child. Before they found out it was a stillborn they were going to name her Delaney, but now I'm just a living reminder of their failure. I have my mother's last name and I'm proud to be a Curtis.

As far as pet names go I have many. Though I like my first name many friends have come to call me Delaney and such. I'm very fond of it and your likability will go up immensely. I also get Called Tess, Tessi, and only by grown ups and teachers am I known as Miss Curtis.

Age isn't very important to me if you must know. I believe that we shouldn't judge people by their age but by their knowledge and understanding of life. Some of the older people are immature for their age while I've met kids of the age of ten with more to tell than the elderly. Now if you were wondering I am eighteen years young and though my generation is considered crazy and wild I'm one of the more quiet civilized type of teen. I was born on January second in London, England. Yes, I do have the funny accent though I find that it gets me places. I blame my love of horses on my mother who went into labor in the stables.

Family is a very touchy subject that I would never tell most about but you seem like a good listener so I shall tell you more about myself. I have a mother almost like everyone, but she isn't around much and instead of business trips she goes off to shows in foreign countries. I wouldn't give her the name of mom. I have a father but he doesn't care about me and I don't care about him so we have a mutual understanding. He's a stranger anyways. Before I went off to this horse school I had a twin brother by the name of Logan. He's a very touchy subject as well. Though we were twins he was always the big brother figure in my life and was always my anchor in everything. We did just about everything together and through the years we never grew apart. He committed suicide on January the tenth. I remember walking home from school to finding my brother overdosed in his room. I had come to give him the homework that he missed and when he wouldn't move I called for an ambulance. It was by far the worst feeling you could feel. Losing a sibling no, a twin. He was my other half in a sense and I always get confused on how to answer the question,"Do you have any siblings,".

ImagePeople speak of Tessa in a polite manner for she is quiet a lady. She is one to go out of her to make even strangers feel better about things and situations. She isn't the most outgoing and would prefer to read a book or ride her horses but she will sit there and listen to others drabble on about just about anything.

Tess is one to be rather shy around people and usually replies with short answers such as yes and no. She is one who tries to blend in with the crowd and go unnoticed and she hates being put on the spot. She is rather polite and especially with strangers unless they somehow find a way to tick her off though that is unlikely. She won't be the one to start a conversation though she will hold one if she is interested in the subject being spoken over. She is one to voice her opinion only if she feels it is needed which has given her the role as the quiet girl.

Tess is one who though very quiet is one stubborn girl. She's one who sticks to her beliefs and anything else said about them is wrong unless proven otherwise. She is one who can spend hours on end arguing over what she believes is right and it usually doesn't stop until she has proven a point because, she enjoys proving points. She is open to others thoughts though and would never say something is stupid though is she disagrees unless it is over the health of a horse.

Once you break through the shyness known as Delaney or Tessa you will realize that she is a hugger. You have to be rather close to the gal to realize that she almost always like everyone she meets no matter how rude or mean they may be because she enjoys the challenge of finding the best in people. She is known to snuggle up to people she enjoys being around and is often comforted by the closeness of people she is familiar with.

Tessi is very fond of having moral comfort and is often found with people of with her horses when she is distressed. It is very rare for her to be down for to long and she usually with recover from her sad stage quickly and without a problem depending on the subject.

One has to be very annoying to make her mad and she will become rather cruel to the individual if it means making them realize that what they're doing is not okay. She isn't one to be mean on purpose but if you get her started she has the talent of making other feel bad and even cry. She's rather venomous in these stages but once she's around something or someone she enjoys it will slowly fade and she'll become her happy self again.

As far as liking things go, Tessa has a rather big list and food is at the top. She is one who will eat like a cow, which has multiple stomachs and still she passes for being almost anorexic looking. She has a rather high metabolism so keeping food on has been one of her biggest struggles growing up but she excepts the fact that she's tiny, but very rarely takes pride in it. Tessa enjoys riding horses with a passion. She has been doing so since she was three and able to keep her balance. If one were to try to find her their best odds would be to look at the stables. She enjoys Jumping the most but is also fond of doing simple flat work with her two horses.She enjoys other activities such as swimming and exercise.Though she is a bright girl she isn't very fond of people flirty with a boy that she may be rather fond of though she won't make it very obvious that she is affected by the gesture. She hates sea food with a passion.


ImageAs a young child Tessa was a rather quiet girl and the complete opposite of her brother whom was a few minutes older than her. She preferred coloring and walking under horses over playing in the mud and being loud like her brother Logan. She stayed this way and so did her twin.

At the age of five their father walked out on them leaving her mother an emotional mess. Her brother was the one who made things like cereal and macaroni for her.

At the age of seven they were still very close and she excelled in class with all A's and the teachers recommended her to skip a grade but she wouldn't have it that way unless he brother could so she stayed the smartest of the grade and helped her brother. That's how they ran the twins being said. They always were helping each other and the teachers found that this bond was quiet amazing.

As middle school came so did the shyness that now followed Tess around. As her brother became more and more popular he still made it so he was always with her. It was at this age she got her first horses whom were the last foals Pan gave birth to. Her mother let her name the two twin foals and having been a huge Disney fan she named the first one Peter Pan and the other one was named Disney. One wouldn't blame her seeing how she was just thirteen. Her brother hadn't really been into horses but he became interested for Tess.

High school came and so did the boys. Her brother was always there for her whenever her feelings were messed with and so in turn was she. They were like puzzle pieces and when one was gone the other was thrown off balance and left awkward and alone. She tended to be this way seeing how her brother had gotten into more and more trouble. It was in their senior year when he committed suicide. The wrecked Tessa and she wouldn't do a thing for the next five months except for mope and sit in the stalls with her horses. She was rather torn in half in a sense and was never the same after that day. If she was quiet before the incident she didn't breathe a word until seven months passed. He left her a silver locket with a picture of the two in it and she hasn't taken it off to this day. She quit riding for a while as well but started again because the horses began to become depressed as well and she hated the fact that she was bringing them down.


ImageIn my opinion I'm not the prettiest girl in the world. I'm very small and somewhat fragile with the height of five foot three. I was always called short and many call me cute seeing how I'm so small but it is a bit annoying. With this shortness I don't weigh a lot. Some say I should model but I'm not into all that stuff I guess. I'm only ninety two pounds but my doctor says that for my height I'm perfectly healthy though I could gain a pound or two. My metabolism won't let that happen though.

I have pretty eyes which is good in my opinion seeing how nothing else is. They're a mix of blueish gray and green. During the winter months they become more blue, but during the summer they are more green than anything. I find them the best feature about me though some have said I have a pretty face.

As far as hair goes many say they envy me for my naturally straight hair. I find it a bit boring but I won't complain when I'm running to feed the horses and there is a cute boy working. My hair is a light brown with almost blonde color. I enjoy it but most of the time it's either in a pony tail of just down.

My complexion is a natural light tanned color and I'm thankful for it. Strangely enough I don't burn which is a true miracle in itself seeing how I'm always outside and all. I have an almost unnoticeable scar that runs down the left side of my arm from the elbow to my wrist from when I fell off and ran into the bobbed wire. Hurt like a-beach for a while but then it stopped. I have a tattoo of a small bird on my right shoulder blade that represents my brother.


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ImageThis horse's name was given to him by his rider Tessa. His show name is Neverland's Peter Pan, but literally everyone calls her Peter Pan. If you haven't caught on, his owner is Miss Tessa Curtis and he enjoys her company very much. Though most stallions are gelded he isn't. He is a proud and fit looking stallion and his three offspring have great colors and jumping potential. Most thoroughbreds are thought of being mainly track horses but Peter Pan is an amazing Jumper with the ability to jump 6 3 easily and is waiting for his rider to lose the fear of falling. He is very patient though. Peter Pan is mostly used for jumping and flat work though he has been schooled in dressage. Not many riders should ride him seeing how he has be placed in the advanced level. Peter Pan is a very nice stallion and have been a very good jumper at only seven years old. He has taken his rider to events like the Rolex and etc. He's very calm and though put in the advanced class he could be ridden by just about anyone if he weren't buddy sour. He's loyal to only Tessa. In a rare case a mare can give birth to twin foals and this is one of them. His younger brother is Disney.Though his height of 17 6 is very intimidating he can be won over with horse treats and peppermints.
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ImageThis pretty boy's name is Walt Disney's Dream Ride. His stable name however is much more simpler and shortened to Disney. His owner is Miss Tessa Curtis and is a proud stallion. Like his brother he is a 100% thoroughbred and it shows in him. Like his brother he does jumping and flat work though he jumps heights of 5 9. He is able to go higher but needs more training and exercise. He is also in the advanced level though unlike his brother he is not buddy sour. He may be a bit more troublesome to others but with Tessa small signals will get him moving. DIsney is one of those horses you can't help but love. He is always right next to you and could be considered a pocket pony if it weren't for his height of 17 5. He and his brother tend to show off in front of a crowd and are horses who have manners thanks to Tessa.
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Postby Darling, Darling » Mon May 27, 2013 12:39 pm

Calpso Delaney Kye Atwood

Calypso, the daughter of Atlas ruled the seas and all the sailors everywhere both loved and feared her

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The enraged goddess Calypso gathered the waters of the ocean around herself in a giant whirlpool - a massive maelstrom - and a battle raged at the center of it. And it was in that very battle that Davy Jones' heart was pierced and he died, finally free for all eternity.

With his death, Davy Jones was welcomed back into the dark embrace of the seas; for Calypso in her own way still loved him.

"Hello, my name is Calypso what is it you need?"

Now if you must know, my name is Calypso Kye Atwood. Most call me Calypso but a few have called me Kye and gotten away with it. I got my name from my parents just like anyone else but if you need to know I'll take it into the literal basics. My parents named me after Calypso herself whom plays a large role in the Greek mythology. My parents had had an amazing passion for all things involving water and so they passed it on to me. Calypso was often used when talking about myths involving the sea and sailors. They felt it would be fitting to name me after her. I got my middle name from my father. He had a best friend by the name of Kye who was killed in a boating accident and he never got over the loss. I don't quiet know yet why he gave me the name but I have it. My last name like everyone else was passed down to me by a long line of men. Most of which roamed the seas. I found out that my great great grandfather was a pirate. I don't have many nicknames so why go and try naming some? I was born in the year 1995 which makes me eighteen years young. My birthday is on the third of January, but my father and I don't really celebrate it after what happened to mother. I don't have much of a family left but I still have my father. He has done his best to raise me on his own after the accident and all. I also have a horse by the name of Kracken though I call him Ken or Kenny boy. I have my grandparents but they live in the Bahamas. As for myself many say I'm very blunt, but I just really believe in telling the truth as I see it. I'm what people call a pessimistic. Not quiet optimistic but never depressed. I'm one of those girls who read so much that they have information on millions of topics though most of my random facts come from the sea. Many find me easy to be around however due to this fact. I'm the girl everyone goes to for advice due to the fact that I'll most likely find the most reasonable and best outcome. I'm known for being very out there and I'm always up for voicing my opinion on a topic if it is of an interest to me. Never am I mean to anyone. I may become annoyed and rude but only the whiney would ever call me mean. If you were to get to know me you would know that a girl can be very guarded. I hate letting new things in and when change comes it takes longer for me to adjust. I just have problems with letting things go. I have problems with security and I've become rather insecure over the years that I've been on this earth. I feel like I'm not good enough. Yes I may be small but you see all those fake girls out there get the only good guys and I'm just left there alone. I hate not feeling pretty or intellectual enough for someone. I miss when I was younger and it didn't bother me a bit what I looked like. I was just happy to be with my friends. I'm not shy and I'm one who will point out things like whether I think you're hot or not so I guess you could call me fearless with the opposite gender. I'm not much of a flirt but more of a hey I like you type of person. I have a history of blocking people out. Especially when they become close to me. Something will happen and the first instinct is to run into my room and hide from the world. Eventually however, you have to face your problems before the snowball effect occurs and things get out of hand. I am one to cry if insulted but only after I've given my best comeback. I have many likes and dislikes but I'll only be able to name a few of them. I love food. I'm blessed by God with the huge metabolism I have and if it weren't for that I'd totally be obese. I enjoy eating with a passion and you can find me pulling food out of my hoodie at almost anytime of the day. If it were up to me and not the college professors I'd eat all day but, they say it's rude and interruption. However I feel that they are just sad old adults who have nothing better to do than teach me things that I already know. I enjoy music. I don't think I would be as sane as I am today if it weren't for music. It's gotten me through suicidal thoughts and bad days. I've been playing the piano since I was six and I continue to play whenever I am down or not in a good situation. It's a stress reliever and it takes away all the problems for just a song or two. I love water. As a baby I was always in the pool or crawling around in the sand and now is no different. My father used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I never replied with answer princess. It was always a mermaid. Though water has taken away so much from my family and I I still can't help but be in love with it wholeheartedly. It's part of me. I love riding. Me and my horse are always doing things together from jumping heights of five foot three and up to cantering through the beach. We have a rather close bond with each other. The only thing I don't really like are buses and sea food. Growing up I always had a close bond with my mother. My father often went on business trips so I was left at home with mother. I was always okay with this though seeing how the house was right by the sea. I went to school like everyone else and got very good grades. I even skipped two grades. I was seven when the first storm occurred. It was a hurricane as I remember. My mother had let the neighbors use the ladder and in turn she had to put up the boards late. The winds had been strong at the time and the ladder blew over. She fell into the fence and wasn't killed instantly. The doctors said it was the water that took her life. She had drowned when the tides became to high. I remember the last thing she had told me. It was a story about Davy Jones. One I remember well. My father, not being one to take losses well dealt with it by keeping a distance away from me. He hired the best nannies Florida could give and I went through this process for a year. One day he came home and explained to me why he had become so distant. I understood of course and we moved to England so he could spend more time with me. He remembered one thing about me. I loved the sea. He bought a house in the country with a lake. I grew bored of water though so he asked me if I still had an interest in horses. Of course I did. He bought me a ten year old Thoroughbred mare. I never rode her due to the fact that she was a rescue. She had been affected by the sea as well. Her farm had been flooded and all the horses had to be shipped to foster homes. I had slowly began to gain her trust and with that we became close. I used to sneak out of the house at night to see her whenever I was upset. The owner came and when he had troubles loading her three months later he was confused. How could a well bred mare with so much training refuse her owner like that. He then realized that the mare belonged with the crying girl in the window seeing how she cantered right to the house when released. He told me I could keep her and that was one of the best days of my life. He also told me that she was pregnant. The papers were ready and I was the one to name the foal. I chose the name from the stories I had heard. Named after the powerful beast Kracken came to be. I loved them both. Especially Emma, the mare. I began to train Kracken and at the age of thirteen I was riding on a three year old stallion. Emma, got into an accident however. My father said that there was nothing left for us to do. We had the vet come out to the stables to put her down. It seemed fair to keep her somewhere she felt safe and comfortable in. I sat by her side and fed her horse treats. I was their when she took her last breath. After that I was a bit heartbroken. She had had a motherly bond with me just like the mother I should have had and now that she was gone I was very down. Kracken changed things though. He became more gentle and kind around me and when put in the meadow he would stay by my window and graze. I owe him a lot for who I am today. In high school I was very popular. I don't quiet know why though seeing how I wasn't one to bully others. Maybe people liked how I could just vocalize my thoughts in a way to offend few. Even with boys and parties and Kracken I still found a way to stay academically good. I had all A+'s and I was even in IB which helped me get many college applications from all over the world. I was listed first of the entire senior class though nobody know this. Not many know that I'm actually smart. I guess that's it up to now. I have a locket that my mother gave me on my fourth birthday. It's an old locket with a music box in it. Many say that I'm blessed with looks, but I don't really agree. I was born with blue eyes. Those have to be the best part of me. My mother used to say that they reminded her of the ocean and if she looked close enough they would ripple like the waves in the seas do. I agree. I was never considered tall and I think I may be very short with the height of only five foot four. I'm okay with it though seeing how it keeps me from being noticed much. I'm not really underweight but I know that I'll never be overweight. I weigh 95 pounds and I have since I was sixteen so I don't think things will change anytime soon. I'm a bit insecure with my weight though. I used to get called fat in high school by people whom don't matter. . . My hair is a light brown color and it almost has a grayish tint to it but It's not that old color that you'd think an elderly person would have. It's prettier I think at least. I have a few strands of blonde that come out during the summer but, that's all the change there has ever been to it. It's really straight. As in paper straight. Many people think I straighten it but really all I ever do is curl it. I have one tattoo. Yes I, Calypso have a tattoo. It's not a big scary one. There are small sparrows scattered along my shoulder blades. I believe that if reincarnation is real then my mother came back as a bird. A bird who was as free as the sea's tides. I have a few faded scars on my right arm from what you can imagine. I have a locket that I don't take off ever. I got it from my mother and father. She picked it out and my father spent two years making this. I guess that he made it even before I was born but they waited to give it to me. It plays a tune when opened because it has a music playing device that is triggered when opened. The song is the best part. My mother says that it was Calypso and Davy Jone's song to each other. I find it fitting that my parents chose this song to be played in my locket. It is probably my most treasured belonging and I'd die without it. Now that there isn't much to talk about I think I should bring up boys. At the moment I do not have a boyfriend and I'm alright with that. I do not have a crush at the moment but I'm not one of those girls to crush on multiple guys anyways. I like guys who are taller than me but I'm not shallow and looks aren't the most important thing about a guy. He has to be kind and understanding and a mindset similar to mine is necessary. He'd have to accept me for who I am and all my flaws and be there when I need him.
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Postby Darling, Darling » Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:59 am

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Why hello there you stranger. I guess I should change your name title, but to do that I'll have to tell you quiet a lot about myself. My full name is Adair Calliope Tabitha. My mother is Greek and German while my father is Cherokee and German. My mother was responsible for the first and middle name. Adair, in Greek means beauty. My father had made the comment of saying that I looked like my mother and so he asked her what the Greek name for beauty was. Very romantic I know. My middle name was given to me by my mother due to my father. He used to sing her to sleep when she was upset and so came the name Calliope. Calliope in Greek means beautiful voice and that I inherited as well. When it comes to nicknames I don't have that many. Some call me Tabbi which is a pet name of my last name. Almost every calls me Adair or Addie though however. As far as age goes it shouldn't really matter seeing how it's just a number and I'm going to judge you on your maturity. If we were going by my scale and others thoughts I'd be around twenty seven. However, I am only seventeen years old. This means I graduated early. I was born in the year 1996 and in the warm months of July. Funny as it is, I was born on the fourth of July. I don't have many birthdays due to this. Family is a very annoying subject if you must know. My father is a business man whom travels a lot though when he does have days off he makes up for the lost time. My mother was my role model up to the age of thirteen when she ran off with the man she had been seeing for the past four years. Didn't say one thing to my father or I. She just straight out left with the divorce papers on the table by the front door. It isn't something most thirteen year old girls come home to see. She doesn't mean a thing to me now and I feel bad for my father seeing how I'm literally the spitting image of her. My father is literally my superhero and I don't think I would be the well rounded girl that I am now. You should know that a girl is going to have her likes and dislikes and instead of telling you first hand how I am I'm going to let you know what I like and dislike so you can decide to run away at anytime. I love food. All kinds of food except for sea food. I entered a state eating contest once and beat full grown men. I have a very high metabolism and that has resulted in my looks. You should know that I'm always eating. I usually wear a hoodie only to hide food. if you've ever seen the how animals eat video on YouTube I would be a kangaroo. I love swimming. I've always loved the water but in high school I joined the schools swim team and that year we all went to nationals. We came in second place. Though individually I got first place in all my divisions. I love music. I can play the Ukulele as well as the piano. I have a baby piano in my apartment that I play often. I was in the school choir and I had many solos. I tried out for the local singing contest and won. I have a professional microphone in the room with the piano and I do songs sometimes. I enjoy running. I joined track but quit do to the fact that I only run when I'm hit with a random boost of moral. I love animals and I owned a horse when I was younger but we had to put him down. I haven't jumped since. I don't have many dislikes however, I do not like sea food. It just disgust me for some reason. I also hate when people are really annoying and when people have to pick on others to feel good about themselves. Well, I guess I should tell you about my shiney personality then. Well I'm a very blunt person. I like to say things the way I see it and it isn't always what someone wants to hear. I don't usually let someone's opinion effect me unless they are really close to me. Many come to me when they need advice due to the fact that I'll tell them straight out what I feel is the right way to go with a situation. I'm known for being overly kind. I guess I just don't like it when people are sad. It's as if they are becoming a raincloud in my sunny day and what do you do with rain clouds? Make the best of them. I'm very optimistic when I need to be and it has come in handy in many times. I will not stand bullying unless there is a very big reason behind it. Unless I ran over your dog do not look at me with that ugly glare on your face. I'm usually the only one in a crowd that will stick up for the victim in these situations and to the attacker I will be relentless. No one should have to feel less than another due to things that shouldn't really matter. I do get sad. It happens often when I'm alone or even when I'm with others. I have memories not even you would want to know of. Some things are too terrible for the world to possibly know and so I keep secrets. When I am sad I become almost comatose like and I will not reply to many questions unless you're very close to me and that closeness is very rare if you need to know. I'll be down for a day or two, but I do get better in time. Time is a funny thing isn't it? I usually lock myself away for a few days before resurfacing. Along with being depressed I do get fits of madness. When I'm upset I can be rather cruel and turn things so that the odds of me winning an argument is better. I can be very mean and insulting if I want to and I usually don't regret it. I am almost never mad however. Annoyed yes, but never mad.You should know about my past. I know that you'll hate it just as much as I, but someone should know. Growing up I had two very loving parents. It was the perfect family thing you know? I had good grades, tons of friends and two parents who loved me dearly. Everything stayed this way until I came home from school in my seventh grade year. All she left behind was a stupid letter. I wanting to know what it was, opened it up to see that it was divorce papers. Turns out she had been cheating on my father for the past nine moths with some stupid high class man and so she decided life with him would be better. My father being upset dealt with it by becoming a workaholic. I understood though. I began spending more time with my horse than at home where memories where always haunting me.My father moved us however in my eighth grade year after my gelding had to be put down due to an injury. He and I couldn't take all these memories so we just left and moved to England. There I met a boy by the name of Daniel Smith. He was an amazing person. I had gone to my very first day of school and in the first period he stated that I spoke funny. This got a few laughs before I replied with the comment of him speaking funny and further explaining that he hasn't hit puberty. After that we became close friends. Weird yes, but our insults were always a intimate gesture. We wouldn't ever do that to one another. In freshmen year of high school he finally got the nerve to ask me out and being the boy he was I said yes. He was rather shocked with my reply and so was half the school population. He was all that I could ask for. He'd surprise me with small gifts and when I was feeling down he'd goof around and sing to me. I remember just watching and listening to him speak. He was always so amazing and I just couldn't get how one could be so amazing. We soon became the it couple. We stayed close. On my 15th birthday he bought me a locket. Not just any locket though. We went on a friend date back in eighth grade to go see the Pirates of the Caribbean and I used to listen to the melody that came from the locket of Davy Jones. He used to find it strange how such a tune could be so important to me. I don't know either though. In the locket he had built in a music box device that played the exact song. After a few months of being a Senior(and him a Junior) I was called to the office because of a call. His parents told me later that I was the first person they called after the ambulance. Daniel had been driving across a busy road and had been running late for school. Not realizing the fast speed the car slid on the ice and crashed into a tree. He made it to the hospital. I was there with him as well. The doctors said that there were to many tares in his lungs from his crushed rib cage. He had an hours left. That hour he spent with me. He'd had me lay by his side and I'd fallen asleep. I woke up to my pale faced best friend. He was my first real love and I do not think that there will ever be another like him. The entire year I suffered from depression and had many fits of insanity. I used to see him. Hear his laugh in the busy hallways of school. Life was a cruel joke. My friends tried to cheer me up, but it has become so easy to fake a smile. I never take off the locket.
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On a less depressing note I'll tell you about my looks. I'm not the prettiest girl in the crowd, but I am often noticed by the male population. I'm rather short with the height of five foot three. My doctor says that I will not grow any taller. I'm not a very heavy short girl and one could mistake me for one of the tiny models you see on tv. I only weigh ninety five pounds and I'm very skinny in my opinion. It's due to my metabolism however, I like food and there's no question to it. My hair isn't very interesting except for the fact that I have naturally curly hair. Not the crazy lion curls, but the soft and wavy ones. I'm a smart brunette and I'm proud of it. My hair is almost black in the winter but in the summer it will lighten up tremendously. I have hazel eyes. They tend to be brown over the winter, but in the summer they also change, but into a very pretty green color. The have to be the most distinct feature about myself. I have a scar on my left lower arm. I was jumping at a show and my horse got to excited. Lets just say that he taught me how to do flips. I slid and cut up my arm pretty bad. I don't have any tattoos but I plan on getting some. I'm basically done.
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Postby Darling, Darling » Wed Jun 19, 2013 4:39 pm

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The lights of a car go by in a stream
Seems like I stand pretty much unseen
But I open my eyes and beams come out.
Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Score adds up
Angels play
Let my loneliness get blown away
Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see.
I lie down in the dust just under your eye
A scrap of paper, thin as vapor
Filling my clothes like smoke
A couple of the wires in my heart are broke
I throw, I miss, something, nothing but
Dreams, schemes, moments wasted
Taste that tasted
Fate I'm fated
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The lights of a car go by in a stream
Seems like I stand pretty much unseen
But I open my eyes and beams come out
Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Score adds up
Angels play
Let my loneliness get blown away
Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see.
I live, I live, I live, I live for symphonies.
I know that there's some place just right for me.
I live, I live, I live, I live for symphonies.
Oooohh, I know that there's some place just right for me. Yeah.
I'm in it, aint no need to seek it.
I am content,
Dream like content.
So unconscious, just me and my conscious.
I'm runnin with the mobb things,
lookin to do odd things.

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█Do you know what it's like
█too feel ugly?
█Do you know what it's like
█too be played?
█Do you know what it's like
█too trust someone too much?
█Sticks and stones may break
█ bones, but words will
█make a girl starve, harm
█or even end her life.
█Fat, ugly, weird, hideous,
█loser, idiot. Who made
█these cruel words?
█No one should hear
█things that only put
█them down. No one is a waste
█of space or oxygen. You're all
█amazing people with so much
█life ahead of you so why'd
█you say you want to end your
█ life?
█You are worth the struggle.
█~Eleanor
Hello, as you may know by now my name is Eleanor. My full name is Eleanor Marie Augusta, but I prefer Eleanor over that long title that is mine any day. My mother was actually the reason for my first name. After having two kids, my father and mother decided that they wanted one more. This is where I came along and things seemed to be going good until the trip to the hospital. I was told from reports I found in father's office that I wasn't coming out fast enough so hey took my mother and did a C-section to save me life. I was four months old at the time and the whole thing was a mishap. They were able to get to me and get me into an incubation unit, but by the time they were ready to work on my mother she had lost to much blood. Her name was Eleanor. I got my middle name from a mishap as well. My parents first try at a child seemed successful until the point where when the nine months came it was a still born. My mother was very torn up about it and wouldn't leave the house for months. Father thought that she would like to know that Marie still had a part in the family. I get my last name Augusta from a long line of men who were manly men who challenged other men and what not. As far as nicknames go I don't have many. Most people call me Eleanor or Ellie, but close friends call me Emma seeing how my initials are EMA I just add another m so that it is more easy to spell. At the moment I am eighteen full years old. I was born in the month of July on the twenty first. I was born in the year 1995 too both of my parents. I was born five months early and weighed 2.6 ounces. I was kept in the hospital for half a year in an incubator due to the fact that I wasn't fully developed. I'm fine now except for the fact that I have a mild case of asthma. My father doesn't really celebrate my birthday due to obvious reasons, but my two older siblings try their best to make me feel better. I don't really care how old people are due to the fact that people should be judged more by the way the act than by the number of years they are. If you're a twenty year old and act the age of five I will treat you that way.I don't really think that this should matter seeing how someone's sexuality shouldn't make them the person they are, but I'm perfectly straight. This means that I like boys. Just boys. I am absolutely okay with girls liking girls and guys liking guys but if a girl flirts with me I will get awkward and tell them I'm as straight as a ruler.As far as family goes I have a pretty close knit one. With a father and two siblings I've had a good eighteen years living in the same house of them. My father, Mark Augusta is now fifty two and is my superhero. He's always been there for me when I was down and he could always get me to smile. He's been the best parent a kid could have and I love him with all my being. My older sister, Ellen is twenty four years old and is the best role model a girl could have. She moved out at the age of nineteen, but we've always kept in touch and she's a big inspiration to me. She's a beautiful girl and it's no surprise that she's a model. She's tried getting me to follow in her foot steps, but I'm not really sure I can do just that. I'm more conserved and I don't really feel that I'm pretty. My older brother, Josh is twenty seven and he used to do everything with me. He was my bestfriend and we were almost never apart. He moved out when I was eleven so that means he left seven years ago.
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Postby Darling, Darling » Sat Jun 29, 2013 1:46 pm

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I've seen the world
Done it all, had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now
Hot summer nights mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, the city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now
Channeling angels in, the new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
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Dear lord when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let me
Father tell me if you can
Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes shine like diamonds
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
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Image ⇢Hello, seeing how introductions are non optional I'm just going to go along with it to get done as fast as possible. My name is Elizabeth Syd Jones Junior. I inherited my lovely name from my mother who's name was also Elizabeth. At the time she felt like it'd be appropriate to name me after her and my father, being the love sick boy that he was agreed whole heartily. I sadly got my name from a dog. When my father was a little boy he had a dog named Syd. Apparently the dog and him did everything together. I don't find it very appropriate to name your kid after a past pet, but it doesn't really matter seeing how I don't talk to my father anymore. I got my last name Jones from my father as well and I'm lucky that these aren't changeable due to the fact that my 'parents' had no way of screwing it up.
⇢ As far as pet names go I don't have many. I simply go with Elizabeth with just about everyone unless you just so happen to know me well enough to call me a friend. If you're my friend I shall give you permission to call my El or Syd, though that's the name of the prehistoric sloth from Ice Age whom happens to be the least educated of the group of main characters. IF you want to be hit in the face I advise you to call me Liz, however if you like your face I'd hope you'd do otherwise.
⇢As far as age goes you should know that I really do not care for numbers and statistics. I don't think it matters how many years you've been on the planet if you still act like a two year old throwing a fit. You should act your age and I will treat you as the age you seem to act. I don't believe in the term 'respect your elders' if they're going to be rude and childish. If you must know I am seventeen years old and very proud of the fact that I'm mature enough to look down on the rest of my generation.
⇢As far as family goes I don't like the topic. My mother, Elizabeth Jones(the first) was always the bad mother from the start. From partying and not coming home for days on end she's done it all. Her and my father split up when I was two and he got custody of me. My father, Marcus Jones only being twenty felt that he deserved the life of every frat boy so at the age of two and a half I was sent into an orphanage. I stayed in the place that was to overrun with kids to focus enough care solely on one kid for three more years of my life before two lovely folks by the names of Chris Dennis and Kylee Dennis adopted me. I don't know what I can say about these two seeing how they've made such an impact on my life. Though Marcus Jones and Elizabeth Jones may be my biological parents they'll never be my Dad and Mom. These two amazing people have given me a life not even I could hope to have.
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⇢El has it down as far as the award of best personality. She's one of those girls who feels the need to make sure that everyone is happy. She absolutely hates when others are sad and will almost always go out of her way to make them smile or lighten their load of troubles.She often forgets about her well being when doing so and doesn't mind getting hurt as long as she makes someone else feel good and this often back fires on herself. She is known for always being truthful and though she almost never lies she is quiet a good liar when need be. Elizabeth is known for being totally honest in any situation and that's why so many people like her. She likes to state her opinions and beliefs and doesn't care if others think her to be wrong due to the fact that she always has an answer already worked out in the pretty little head of hers. She is often found with friends that come to her for advice seeing how she tends to go through scenarios through her mind and always tells them what would be the best way to go about something. People sometimes joke and call her 'Mama Bear' due to the fact that she is just that. She tends to be the leader of a group and is always found defending friends with comments and facts and almost always wins in arguments. She hates when people she's close to get picked on and will absolutely not stand for it. If this were to occur El would go out of her way to make sure that the antagonist felt like a total bad word and would put them in their place. Though Elizabeth comes off as a strong girl, underneath is a rather fragile creature who takes judgement very critically. El strives for perfection and hates when she messes up and gets called out for it. She will spend hours on end correcting herself and bettering herself as a person due to the fact that she is a bit of a perfectionist. She is known to break down from time to time and who wouldn't after carrying many burdens of her's and others. When this occurs she'll go to a close friend and just spill her heart out. She's most vulnerable when this occurs and you'll see the real her in those few times. Not many know that she's a very smart girl. In high school she was the highest scoring student with a GPA of 4.8 and her colorful vocabulary and skills prove it. She hides this fact though and strives to be excepted by just about everyone she meets though she will not suck up to others.
⇢El doesn't have many dislikes, however there still are a few. She hates when people bully others and will make it a point to call the antagonist out and make them look like a down right wimp. She doesn't like it when people get on her nerves are she finds many people annoying as well as fake. Elizabeth hates her name in all honesty and would prefer El of Syd over everything else. El absolutely hates sea food and she has no idea why. Not even fish sticks are appealing to her.
⇢Elizabeth likes many things and there's honestly to many to name. One of her favorite things to do would have to be reading and one can always find El with her face hidden behind a book. El enjoys long walks in the woods and is often found getting lost in them on a weekly basis, but she always seems to find her way back. Elizabeth is always learning new things and working problems out in notebooks so you could say that she enjoys learning. El actually enjoys photography and can be found with a camera around her neck at times. The thing she loves the most is food. Plain and simple. She has the metabolism that almost no one can match and she seems to be snacking on something all the time.
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⇢ Elizabeth has a rather dark past that she doesn't really care to reflect on. As a baby her mother was a very bad example and wasn't even a person who deserves the title of a parent. She would go out partying and drinking and would return at the crazy hours of dawn. her father and her slit up when El was only two so she doesn't have much memory of the lady except for the fact that they had the most strangest eye color. She lived with her father for half a year before he, himself decided that the whole parenting thing was too much. After being put into an orphanage she was kept there for five whole years until the age of nine and a half where she was adopted by the most amazing couple ever. The wife(Her Mom), Kylee wasn't able to have children and so they adopted Elizabeth on a trip to Minnesota and they settled down in her hometown due to the fact that they felt El would fell strange in a new environment. El grew up with a pair of real parents and couldn't thank them enough even to this day. She feels that she owes the world two her Mom and Dad and she continues to go out of her way to let them know that she loves them.
⇢As far as looks go Elizabeth is a very pretty girl. With the short height of only five foot three she weighs in at only ninety four pounds and is most likely not going to tip the scale with the weight of one hundred. She has very unique eyes that tend to stick out against her pale complexion. They're a chestnut color that are framed with a set of long lashes. She is, as she calls herself a confused ginger. This is due to the fact that she's not quiet ginger, but also not a blonde either. Her hair is rather strange and starts at the roots being straight, but curls as it goes farther down. She doesn't have any blemishes and her complexion is rather model quality just like the rest of her features. She has a tattoo of an anchor between her shoulder blades. In her wolf form El is a rather small she wolf. Though she lacks in size she makes up for it in the fighting and hunting. She's a very pretty wolf with many shades of brown making up her pelt.
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Cecilia Anais Martin

Postby Darling, Darling » Mon Jul 08, 2013 5:06 pm

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"Ever since I was a child,
I've turned it over in my mind.
I sang by that piano, tore my yellow dress
and, cried and cried and cried.
And I don't want to see the things I've seen,
to undo what has been done,
turn off the lights,
let the morning come.
Now there's green light in my eyes,
and my lover on my mind,
and I'll sing by my piano,
tear my yellow dress and,
cry and cry and cry
over the love of you.
On this champagne, drunken hope,
against the current, all alone,
everybody, see, I love him.
'Cause it's a feeling that you get,
when the afternoon is set,
on a bridge, into the city.
And I don't want to see the things I've seen,
to undo what has been done,
turn off the lights,
let the morning come.
Now there's green light in my eyes,
and my lover on my mind,
and I'll sing by my piano,
tear my yellow dress and,
cry and cry and cry.
'Cause you're a hard soul to save,
with an ocean in the way,
but I'll get around it,
I'll get around it.
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"There once was a girl who was incapable of hate. A girl who's smile lit up the atmosphere and made complete strangers want to smile as well. She was a good soul in a world filled with hate. Hate is a very powerful thing though. Hate changes people. The girl whom was incapable of hate was so bent, twisted, and ruined that she was no longer capable of love and so a good soul died last night. The cruel world killed a fragile girls ability to trust and without trust one will never know what love is. Life took away all the things that made her smile and soon the smiles from once kind strangers were not ones of care a joy, but ones that are born from a cynical nature.
There once was a girl incapable of hate.
She died a long time ago".

Origin of Cecilia: Latin, feminine form of Cecil
Meaning of Cecilia: "blind one"
Origin of Anais: French Provencal and Catalan version of Hebrew Anne
Meaning of Anais: "gracious"
Origin of Martin: Latin
Meaning of Martin: "warlike"
Cecilia Anais Martin was named after her mother Cecilia Anais Martin so this would make her a Jr. Her father, Travis Kingsley Martin found so much resemblance between the two women that he just couldn't resist naming his daughter after his first wife. The said girl doesn't really mind her name and actually is quiet fond of it. Though some may call it old fashioned, she refers to it as just being 'unique'. Cecilia doesn't have very many nicknames and usually sticks to the two most common. Most refer to her as Cecily, which is just a shortened term of her first name. She is also rather fond with the title Cece (pronounced: Se-c) Cecilia will allow you to make up other pet names, but she will most likely answer to these.
if·teen (ff-tn) n.
1. The cardinal number equal to 14 + 1.
2. The 15th in a set or sequence.
Cecilia is fifteen years young. Born in the year of 1998 she's an April baby. Cecily was born on the first of April which her mother and father found funny seeing how she was born early and was quiet a surprise for the two. Cecilia is proud to say that she has grown up to be quiet a good model when it comes to her weird and messed up society. She doesn't usually judge people by age, but by their maturity so she doesn't live by the 'respect your elders' term.
Family
fam·i·ly
noun \ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\
: a group of individuals living under one roof
and usually under one head : household
: a group of persons of common ancestry : clan
Cecilia doesn't really like this topic and doesn't bring it up much if she doesn't have to. Cecily had a normal family up to the age of seven when her mother, Cecily Anais Martin(the first) past away from a collapsed lung in a car crash involving the whole trio. Her father, Travis Kingsley Martin was left to watch after her and after much drinking and hooking up he found 'the one' or at least another wife. Travis was a business man and so it just happened that Cecilia's stepmonster is a fake and is only interested in her father's life insurance. The closest thing to family she has is the doe who lives in the forest in the backyard. Cecilia rescued Ella when she was 16 and the deer has stayed relevantly near ever since.

Gender
gen·der
noun \ˈjen-dər\
a : a subclass within a grammatical class
(as noun, pronoun, adjective, or verb) of a
language that is partly based on distinguishable
characteristics (as shape, social rank, manner of
existence, or sex) and that determines agreement
with and selection of other words or grammatical forms
Cecilia is 100% female and she isn't one to back down if challenged over it. She doesn't mind proving a point though the fact that she would have to answer a question such as this bothers her quiet a lot. She is a girl and always has been of the female gender. She also has to very nice hands that can form a fist in which can be used to punch someone in the face.




Year y-ear
:Which grade one is in when one
is a wizard in school
Cecily is in her fourth year and is enrolled in Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft She rather wise and if they allowed students to skip years she would be ahead by two, however they don't do this so the girl is stuck in the fourth year.

wand /wänd/
Noun
A long, thin stick or rod,
in particular.
A stick or rod thought to
have magic properties,
held by a magician, fairy,
or conjuror and used in
casting spells or performing tricks.

16' Yew with dragon heartstring
Yew

Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.
Dragon

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.


per·son·al·i·ty /ˌpərsəˈnalitē/
Noun The combination of characteristics or qualities that form
an individual's distinctive character.
Qualities that make someone interesting or popular.
As far as likes and dislike go they are endless but a few stick out I guess. I enjoy reading. I know it may seem nerdy but, it's almost as if you can escape the world your in if you pay enough attention. Like, you become somebody else and your not the messed up girl whom is reading a book that will end happily. I'm not that girl who knows life works oppositely when I'm reading. I enjoy swimming as well. It's like a stress reliever and I do it almost daily if I'm able to. I love animals. When I was ten I saved up enough money to be a pretty mare. She stood about 16.7 hands high and towered over me like a giant. She was very nice and always gentle when around me so I called her my Gentle Giant. My father owed the bank and when I was twelve he sold her behind my back I still haven't talked to him since. Not many know but I love singing. Whenever I'm upset I'll be writing in journals about how I feel and then you have a song. I'm actually very good at singing and street preform when money runs low which is almost never. The one thing I dislike the most would be my father. Yes seems dramatic but when this man takes everything that made you happy;Your horse, childhood house and your freedom you grow to despise the person. I ran away eventually and now I'm running on an allowance seeing how he's just glad to get me out of the house. I don't like sea food. Other than that I'm positive. Not pregnant stupid happy. Sorry you aren't stupid. Never mind. . . Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a very sarcastic person. I'm almost always using sarcasm and in turn people have no idea at times when I'm being truly serious which has it's downsides. The sarcasm is often a way I get into trouble. I tend to be rather rude though once you're around me enough you'll see that I'm actually decent to be around though I prefer to be alone or with good friends. I don't take well to new people so if one were to become interested in me it would take a lot of effort on their half. I'm a bit of a joker. I tend to be hilarious and when someone is down they won't stay that way for long in my company. I hate it when others are not smiling and will do all that is in my power to change that frown into something wonderful. Some say I have a depressing way about me but I'm just pessimistic about everything. You got the water into the cup this time. Good job, type of girl. I don't sugar coat things nor exaggerate I just state facts. Not many like me for this reason but I'm okay with solitude and loneliness is a rather fond friend of mine. I hate it when people judge me though which is rather odd seeing how I myself am a very judgmental person. I can't stand it when people point out the flaws I know already exist. I really take it to heart when people say negative things about me and become quiet the little girl. I may be able to stick up for others and I may seem like a bad@ss but I'm really just a little girl playing grown up. I tend to become rather fragile when insulted and my almost always sure voice becomes very quiet and I become a whole other person. I hate it. I often hide from the world when this happens and won't come back for a week or two but It's just how I cope. When people bring up the past however I will not be afraid to become ruthless. No one needs to know about what has made me the tough girl I am today and no one will ever find out unless they are very smart and an instigator. I am very short tempered which doesn't always help me in moments of simple mistakes. I tend to get the wrong idea and that has lost me a few people along the way. I don't like it when others are picked on and if no one does anything you better know that someone will be holding my ears in the next ten seconds. Some of my close friends call me Mama Bee due to the fact that I can be very motherly and protective as well as ruthless in my onslaught of mean words. I become very protective of people that I like and get along with and will not feel sorry for making a girl cry. She deserved it anyways. Very few know the sad side of me. I'm one to break down on a wrong sentence said. I'm very fragile and could be compared to a class house with a rock inside.Little things tend to affect me and I only confess things to people whom I feel I can rely on with my life and well my problems. I'm a heavy burden to carry so almost none of those people exist.

Crush cr/a-sh
A person you are fond of
Cecilia doesn't like anyone at the moment and won't for a while unless the boy is very special.

Boyfriend boy-friend
A boy's title when in a relationship
Cecily doesn't have a boy of her own and she is perfectly find with that though she wouldn't mind having a boy by her side to hold her hand.
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