Post by loneangel08 on Apr 7, 2011 11:47:30 GMT -5
[Melinda] STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
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NICKNAMES: Mel
GENDER: female
AGE: 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:bisexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL: My own.[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Blackish brown past the shoulders a bit wavy
EYES: Deep brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'7, 125
Physical description:
Melinda is a small type girl. Never got really big. Though her body very toned and tan. She loves working out so she is always in great shape. Her long blackish brown hair is always pulled back into a ponytail. Her falls just past her shoulders when straightened.
You can always find her in a tee and blue jean pant or shorts. Always wearing her favorite steel toed boots. She isn't one to dress all fancy for anything. Always been bit of a tomboy. Her mother was never really around to show her how to dress all girly. Her deep brown eyes look like a dark honey color in the sunlight. And she has a hadit of changing her hair black or blonde once and a while.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her deep eyes show and hold evey emotion she feels. Her built body. It tebds to throw people off a bit. [/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: drugs, drinking, snobs [rude self centered jerks], doing anything bad for her body, wanna bes
STRENGTHS: running for long periods, her strength, working with horses
WEAKNESSES: family, her horses, and friends
HABITS/QUIRKS: Nail bitter, sometime better with horses than people
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Mel is a flirtatious, spontaneous and intelligent girl. A hopeless romantic, a dreamer and a flirt. Upon first meeting her, she might look like a total bitch, and she might be a jealous bítch in the future, but when you get to know her, she's a friendly and cheerful person. She can be very naive, but she knows what feminine powers can do with guys. This girl can have a temper and she knows that she's a beauty. She can be independent at some times, but usually loves good company. Though Mel is spirited, curious and a daredevil, she can also be very laid-back.
She love riding and horses. They are her passion. And workingout. If she isn't at work or with her horse she's working out. She is a driven individual, always aiming at some goal. Whether it be bettering her body, or her riding skills, she is always trying to get to the next level. Mel can be rather shy around new people. But once she gets comfortable with a person or group she joins in the laughter and conversation. She is quiet, and sometimes keeps her opinion to herself, but on other occasions she is quite outspoken.
She can take on most of the guys she hangs out with. But you wouldn't really think that she could. Her stomach is flat and has a little bit of a six pack. Being a rider and a runner she has to stay in shape. Plus she likes looking the way she does and wants to take care of herself.
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY:James Adams Grandfather[fathers dad] 62 and owns a horse farm.
PETS: She has a chocolate lab. Her name is Summer. Link
OVERALL HISTORY:
Melinda was born in a small town. As she grow up she spend most of her days on her grandfather's farm. He mother Jenny was always at work and her father had never been around. So most days when she wasn't at school she was following her gandfather around his old horse farm. Around the age of 5 Mel's mother left and was never seen again. James just told her she past away.
As Mel grow up she began to ride. James, her gandfather, taught her everything he knew.When Mel turned 17 James gave her a friesian colt. The colt's name was Scream's Nightmare. She called him scream and she was with that colt every waking hour of the day when she wasn't at school or working at the tack shop. The girl aways keep herself busy. She was always working out too. She dealt with things in a werid way. She worked and pushed herself when she was upset or frustrated. Their had even been time she slept in the barn with her horse.
Mel worked her way to be on her own. She trained Scream to do barrels and jump. Barrels and jumping became her life. She saved her money for work and shows and moved to Pinewood. She did this in hopes of better her horse skills and become a vet or horse trainer.
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Zara ran with all her heart. Tears still streaming down her cheeks, but she ran for the dying sun that still barely hung over the Citadel. Heart raced the beat of her hooves. Lungs screamed and burned from lack of oxygen. She had to get out. She had to try. Her mind twisted and spun as the images of her short life past through her head. She was so confused. Why? Just keep scream through her mind. Why had the Gods done this to her. What had she done wrong to them? What did they want from her? As mocha eyes focused on the flaming sun she screamed out to it, 'what do you want from me!?'
And as if the Gods had answered her; she felt something over her. The hairs along her spine stood on end. Orbs widened, exposing the white of them, as she looked back to find a winged monster behind her. It flows over her like she was his next meal. A scream bellowed from her throat in horror. She looked back to the sun. 'Daddy!...someone!...save me? SOMEONE!' She screamed out to the last rays of the sun. The beast fell back behind her as she looked back; as it hovered close to the ground her mocha eyes watched as it change and modified its body into a cheetah. It was Paris' proxy. Orbs widened once more as her heart sank. This was it. This would be her last fight to make it out of here. She dug deep and lengthened her stride. She had to make it. She couldn't be stuck here. This isn’t what she wanted.
But within moment the cat was beside her, matching her pace. She looked over into the amber eyes of the cat as he growled at her. His amber orbs danced and glistened with a desire and a hunger to take her down. And the cat could do it with ease. She was but a yearling. And that's when it hit her. She was done. Six feet under and no one could hear her scream. Death would surely come if she continued. She looked to the sun as its last light faded into the darkness. With it left her pride and her fight as Paris spoke into to her mind again. Locking her hind legs she slid to a halt. Dust and dirt claimed the air around her. It hung in a mist for a moment before falling to the fur on her skin. Some found its way into the wound across her chest. The wound hadn't fully healed yet. In her running she pulled apart the tender skin. Her chest was now bloody and wet.
She hung her head in shame. A heat grows in her throat. A flame licked her lips. Arching her neck as she raised her muzzle inches away her chest. The flame grown and bellowed from her mouth. It burned the hair once more. Seconds and every hair on her chest and part of her upper legs were gone. It burned the new layer of flesh away, but sealed her wound. As the dying sun had sealed her fate. Burning the bleeding veins shut. Then the flame died. She turned to looked at the cat. Mocha orbs harden and turned cold. Her heart sunk and died with the dead sun. Ears pinned back and she walked past Paris proxy. Small teeth snapping the air between them. Dome hung low as a blank stare claimed her facade. Everything left her body. Every feeling; every memory of happiness. Cold anger filled her heart and consumes her body. She would listen to Paris for now, but her day would come. And when it did he'd be the first to pay.
x.Zara
xx.Finished, 623.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN EVERY MAN THAT I SEE.[/font][/center]
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