Post by Melody Margarite on Jul 14, 2009 5:28:37 GMT -5
( Melody Scarlette Margarite )
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
NAME:Mandaaaaa.
NICKNAMES: Manda. (:
AGE: I don't want to be treated any different for being ten or seventy. I am between those two! ;D
GENDER: mandahasavag.
BIRTHDAY: Mayninth.
( THEBASICS )
NAME: Melody Scarlette Margarite. It is music related, both of her parents were really into music. Her middle name was passed down through her family.
NICKNAMES: Call her Melody, maybe Mel if you get close enough. Mella was what her father called her, so--don't, unless you want on her bad side.
AGE: Twenty-five.
GENDER: Female.
BIRTHDAY: May 13th.
SCHOOL: Highschool degree, got accepted to college but gave it up.
OCCUPATION: She gets jobs where she can.
GANG: As of now she has most interest in Jokers, she's been around that gang more often than onthers, and much likes their living style. Though, she is in none, as of now.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: She enjoys the feeling of love, so she really doesn't mind either way. She's had more experience with men, they seem to like her crazy side, but she really hasn't had much experience with either. She isn't picky; so--Bi, I guess?
ETHNICITY: Mostly Italian.
( THEAPPEARANCE )
FACE: Arielle Kebbel
HEIGHT: 5'4.
WEIGHT: 122.
HAIR&EYE COLOR: Her hair changes frequently, though it is usually different shades of brown. Majority of the time, it is light brown, but recently discovered she likes more of a blonde color. Her eyes are deep brown; nothing special.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Two sparrow tattoos on her groin/abdomen/cuts (above/where pants sit), whatever you would like to call them. Their beaks are pointed in a crooked direction, following the 'cuts'; one sparrow on each side. Like so;
( THEPERSONALITY )
• Loving/Lovable; She will let most anyone into her heart, and is quite caring for them when she does. There is close to nothing she hates, but does dislike a few things. Thanks to such a trait, a lot of people see her as lovable.
• At times, Flirtatious; I don't want to say she is cocky or over-confident, but she does believe she has some hope with her looks. It depends on her mood, but she can tend to be a bit of a flirt. It happens, though. Right?.
• Talkative&&Great Listener; She loves talking, majority of the time, she can't shut the hell up. Especially in her more hyper moments (which don't happen all that much), if anything, she loves to talk when no one else is talking; it just makes it more comfortable when there is talking. (remind you of anyone? ;D) I know, I know, that can be considered a contradiction (saying she is talkative, and then a listener), but it is the way she is. Quite frankly, she loves listening. No matter if it is random talk, or an important thing, she will be there to listen.
• Confident; Like I said, not cocky or over-confident, but she feels as though she does have something going for her. Which, at moments, she uses to her advantage. When she is in the mood, she will show off what she was given, and be, well, flirty and sometimes seductive.
• Party Girl; Is that a good enough one? Ahah, well.. anyway; Through her life, she was held by the shoulders and pushed in the direction she was wanted. When she was introducted to alcohol and partying, she just grabbed it and held tight. Never to the point of needing help, but it opened up her crazy side, and let people really see her.
LIKES:
-People who are willing to drink with her, or just alcohol on occasion.
-The feeling of someone caring for her.
-Excitement.
-Music, anywhere from heavy-metal to country.
-Anything that could make her scream, or bite her lip. (Get your mind out of the gutters; she isn't like that!)
-A cool night outside; with the stars and the moon.
DISLIKES:
-...People who think being 'emo' is still cool.
-Being rude for no reason. Like, snooty rich kids. Ugh.
-Anyone who harms themselves because they think it helps.
-Not being able to help someone with their problems; it kills her.
-Anyone who thinks she is easy, and trys to get in her pants without even trying to get to know her.
-Bein used by boys or girls.
-When she gets nervous, she bites her lip. Some people take that in a way other than her excitement 'bite-her-lip'.
STRENGTHS:
-Headstrong.
-(sometimes) Brave.
-when it comes to some things;; Intelligent.
-Witty
-Self-reliable.
-Can use what she has to get what she wants, sometimes.
WEAKNESSES:
-Men that know how to treat a woman.
-Mostly tough guys or country guys. There is that ocasional innocent boy, though---
-Sweet, cute girls.
-Mostly 'love' things. She falls easily. /:
-Takes most everything to heart.
-Easily led-on.
( THEHISTORY )
• Uhm, at age about three, her grandfather passed. She was never told exactly why, but her grandfather was a drug-addict. He was always fun loving and shit, but he was too into them. To this day she will believe it was an OD, though, he died in his sleep, which leaves it open to many things.
• Her little brother passed while being birthed. There isn't much more to say about that. He was over a month late to be born, and, well...
• Watching her father become the drunken, drug doing-traveling man who did anything he could for work, as long as he got money for booze or substances when he came home.
• Being 'momma's little girl' while moving to a more southern place, and loving her mom with everything she had.
• Getting enough money to make it on her own. Getting into the way she is now; drinking and having fun.
PARENTS:
Josephine Coppelette-Margarite; 47; Mother; alive.
Kenneth Margarite; 51; Father; OD
SIBLINGS:
Sean Margarite; would be 17; Brother; Died at birth.
OTHER FAMILY:
A couple aunts and uncles, most over 45, none dead that she knows of. A couple cousins, under 25. She was never really close to her other family, they were on her father's side.
( &ETCETERA )
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Stfu; it is from a story I wanted to start, but it moved in the wrong direction. It isn't amazing. :DINTRODUCTION
A new home.
A new school.
A new hell.
It wasn't as though she had ASKED for such a burdon to come apon her family. She loved her mother, but her father was a different story. He'd drank a little too much now and then, and hit both Melody and her mother more than once. The only person to ever care about any part of her life was six feet under now, and it was life with the hard-ass for the rest of two more years, until she could get to college. She couldn't help but notice the drinking was getting heavier now that Judith had passed, and the hits got a little harder now that he only had one person to take his anger out on.
Thus we introduce Sad Girl. The main character, Melody, whom referrs to herself as Sad Girl. Honestly, that is just her in a nutshell. Now that she lost her mom, there was close to no more emotions. No one loved her anymore.
Plus, her father was a bright man. He knew how to hit, how to make it hurt.. without leaving a mark that could be used against himself.
[tbc.]
CHPT. 1
Movement was felt on her bed to wake her from the third night in this piece-of-shit home. The smell of booze slowly made her open her eyes, not wanting to see the man she knew was sitting before her. "What the fuck do you want?" She spat. The look on the man's face was mostly shock, though there was darkness surrounding his eyes, lack of sleep and the extreme of being hung-over made his face age over ten years.
He blinked slowly, looking with dead eyes at his daughter. "Don't.. Don't you fucking talk to me like that!" His words were slurred, and his hand was raised. He watched his daughter's eyes close tight, all he remember was a slap and walking out the door, stumbling down the stairs and falling asleep on the couch. It was stained with dark colored blotches, which were his alcohol stains, or maybe drool from when he couldn't make it past the living room and into his room, another chance would be puke. Plates piled up on the coffee table, all of which he thought was a woman's job to clean whatever mess the man had made. Robert though down apon most, if not all, women. He didn't feel as though they were needed in the world, except for to clean after a man, and live as though the men were all superior.
He passed out slowly, listening to the beating of pain pounding in his head.
Wincing in pain, Melody knew better than to make a noise, or she could get it harder than she already had. In an instant, her hand was where she had been hit, holding back any sobs that she felt were coming. The smell of booze never left her room. The dirt her father had tracked in stained her carpet, a carpet she knew she was going to have to clean sooner or later. Deep down, she hopefully thought that her father was a good person. She remembered him being a good person until all the deaths.
That was when the drinking started, you see. First it was his mother, than his father. His brother was next, and even his sister passed. All in the length of ten years. All of it was too much for Robert to handle, and when it piled up, he couldn't seem to take it at all.
Closing her eyes, Melody lulled herself to a sleep, which would only last about fifteen minutes to an hour.
All she could dream about were memories of herself and her mother, before rudely awakened by mixed emotions, and a cool sweat.
One more look at the dirty carpet, and she crept out from under her blankets, feeling the cool breeze from the winter morning; goosebumps covered her arms, and the small part of her legs that were showing. Her room was eyed down closely, trying to take in all that was needed to be fixed so her father wouldn't have a shit-fit. Closing the window that she expected her father opened as a bitchy-ness task to piss Melody off. One tear fell before she walked quietly to the bathroom, grabbing all that would be needed to scrub the carpet.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Uhm. No? Not unless someone wants to know something specific? Ahaha.
