Post by melissa mcguire on Aug 7, 2008 22:07:33 GMT -8
Brookelle Bones
Name: melissa lauren mcguire
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Orientation: bi-sexual
Year/Profession: junior
Sport: Soccer!
Hair: black, with random colors showing up every week. Its usually straightened and puffed up a bit at the top.
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'4"
Body: 104lbs. Skinny. A light tan that tends to last for only a few days.
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: a peace sign,heart and music note on the inside of her left wrist.
Likes:
music, duh
unicorns
girls
boys
concerts
stage diving
bass
running around like an idiot
skateboarding
cigarettes
alcohol
funny faces
old movies
lizards
horror movies
techno music
partys
some rap music[hey,gangsters need love too!]
monkeys
sushi
finding nemo
transformers
batman
Dislikes:
clowns
spiders
heights
little, yappy dogs. godd, their so annoying!
low flying birds
ronald mcdonald, homeboy is CREEPY AS HELL!
the hulk [who cares if you get angry?!]
spiderman
to much pink
people who judge on appearances
country music
homophobs
liars
cheaters
fakes
commitment
Strengths:
guitar
skateboarding
somehow always finding herself in trouble
sketching
photography
arguing :]
Weaknesses:
pretty boys
pretty girls
ice cream
being able to stay in a relationship
finding the right person
Habit(s):
messes with the bottom of her shirt if nervous
tends to squeak alot
chews on her lip just for the hell of it
Pet Peeve(s):
odd numbers
when peoples hoods are flipped inside out
Fears:
clowns
spiders
heights
Personality: Outspoken: Melissa seems to always be popping up with random words of insult or advice. She's a helpful person at times, as long as you're only asking for her help when she's sober. It doesn't matter who you are or what click you're in, it's as simple as this: She hates to see people picked on or bullied, and as long as you haven't crossed the girl in the past, she'll be there to help you when you need it. But on the other hand, if you have had a problem with her, Melissa won't waste her time talking behind your back or silently ruining your life. She prefers the more confrontational method of fixing things.
A Little Random: She may have a tough exterior but on the inside it's a mixture of the two. She loves to laugh and smile and to have a good time but she's also very protective of her friends. She doesn't like to see them hurt. As for herself, Mel has had enough pain in her life she's learned how to mask her emotions well. Sure, her temper bubbles over the most and you'll rarely see her cry unless your one of her close friends, those of which she doesn't have many of due to the consistent trust problems she's encountered in her rotations on this earth.
A Quiet Girl?: Not at all. Melissa is in love with the party life and everything that goes along with it. Take for instance, the bright side: drinks, laughing, lights, dancing, music, random hookups etc. The girl has made many friends in the bright lights of the club, whether it be buying someone a drink or just returning a dropped purse she watched fall. She loves the buzz that tends to burn her brain on a nightly basis, but I wouldn't exactly call her an alcoholic. The dark side of the club however, she's flirted with as well. Drug dealers dealing things young girls should never touch, but the exotic taste always did taunt her. You would figure being spun out in the bathroom of enough clubs would teach the kid a lesson, but apparently not. She still dabbles in the dark side, though she's learned enough sense to stay away from the majority of it.
Loyal: Extremely. Melissa is like well, a well trained dog. She follows [most] directions well, when not forced to do them. She tends to end up as the one whom people confide in, for some strange reason. She doesn’t exactly look trustworthy, but as long as you don't betray her own good judgment your secrets will never leak to the outside world. However, don't take that as immediate friendship, if it comes down between yourself and her, she will save her own neck in the end. With her background, she's learned that yes, friendship and trust is important, but saving your own ass should always come first, and it usually does.
Overall: Shes like a little tornado basically. She isn’t bi polar, but she can switch her emotions up as quickly as the best actors. With her ADHD, she bounces off the walls and tends to talk to strangers about random things like ice cream or a new cd that came out. Even though she doesn’t trust easily, she has many close friends that are alright with her being so…separate from their emotions. She keeps her past in the past, and her eyes focused on the future since that seems like the only bright thing in her life.
History:
I was born under the maiden name of McGuire, prodigy of Robert and Linda, though all expectations for me were dropped at an early age. We were happy together, had family outings and all that suburban crap you do on summer days. My father was one of those men you can’t help but love. A laugh like a wave and crinkles in his cheeks that could turn any child’s frown upside down. My mother was well, my mother. I take after her in ways of emotion and looks right down to the wrinkle between the brows when façade is sullen. I remember the day that my world crashed and burned clearly. Bright lights, strangers voices, my mothers cries and the sound of a phones ringing. The disaster that sent the house into an uproar? The death of our patriarch Robert. That is all the information you need about the man, but the events that came after are a completely different story.
My mother became a drunk and abuser of all substances, liquid and powder alike. Druggies were in and out of the house continually, sometimes staying for long periods of time passed out or strung out. I was only 10 at the time. During the next few years of my pre-adolescent stage I acquired quite a few scars, both emotional and physical. Cigarette burns, punches, bruises, scratches, cuts, biting. You name it and I most likely have a scar to prove it. When I reached the age of 14, everything took a turn for the better.
My mother met and married a man named Andrew, whom apparently had a plentiful amount of money that I became a sole heir to. My mother was cleaner then shed ever been, and happy. Actually, happy for once. I was proud of her, and I didn’t want to mess it up if I could help it. We rose in stature to upper middle class, which I welcomed easily for I would rather live in a nice house then a nasty, drug filled one.
Then of course, natural teen rebellion set in and I began running with the wrong crowd, becoming my mothers daughter in a matter of weeks. Drugs ran through my system and a cigarette was almost always stuck between my fingers with the sweet nicotine scent wrapping itself around my clothes. Alcohol came as naturally to me as water, and well, I was like a fish when it came to that type of drink. Oh, and my favorite past time of my youth? Running my happy ass away from the cops who seemed to be around every friggin’ corner. It was ridiculous.
And the night of the accident. A rather rude emotional brawl with my mother had pressed me into a bad mood, causing me to gleefully escape the house as soon as my friends knocked asking for a favor. The favor, you ask? Be a drug runner. Simple enough. She’d done it before. Take the product to the customers, let em inspect it, get the money and scram. Easy peasy, right? Well, for this particular night, not so much.
It seems my “friends” were against me from the start, getting me into one of the rougher drug circles I soon found myself 2 hours later handcuffed in the back of a police car with the words “arrested for possession of cocaine with intention to sell” and along with a few petty thefts and other drug charges, I was shit out of luck. So much for my teen years being the best, huh?
After attending a detention facility for 2 months, and a rehabilitation center after that, I was finally deemed acceptable back to public and promptly sent away to boarding school. Gosh, don’t you just love parents?
Family: linda mary stone[mother]&&38&&housewife
andrew ray stone[stepfather]&&44&&ceo of some computer company
Status: single, for now anyways, haha
List Classes:English/Literature
Advanced Math
Chemistry
History
Physical Education
Spanish 1
French 3
German 2
Italian 1
Your Name:caitlin!
Other Characters: none...yet
Experience: about four years
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