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 Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 5:10 pm
hey, this is where im tossing the profiles for MC: located in the modern RP subforum.
<3
Its convenient.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 5:25 pm
~ Maron Minde Carter~ I Think I'm Pretty;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Basics;Age: 19
Height: 5'2
Weight: 123 lbs
I rock the: Bass Guitar
Likes: Music, song writing, reading, trains, the stage, platform boots, Chinese food, Japanese orange chicken, leather and hats.
Dislikes: Talentless hacks, orders, authority, family values, small buildings, comments about her height, rock candy, ice cream, the electric keyboard, old men, and girly things.
A Secret I've Never Told Anyone: I'm so afraid of dogs, when one barks at me, I cannot move and may even start to cry. Bad experiences.
My Friends Say I'm;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA strange girl, solitary though I like to be around small numbers of people I'm familiar with. I give effort into everything I do with determination and dedication. Ive never abandoned something I promised either myself or someone else that I would do. Ive been known to be strange, and quiet, but when given the chance I am quite friendly with people I know well and wish to trust. I have a bit of a temper and get angry easily, and I get annoyed and impatient with people pretty easily as well. I can sometimes have a sharp tongue when i feel disrespected or insulted, though when I yell at someone who hasn't done anything especially wrong, I regret it. When I'm Left alone for enough time, I get depressed on my own and begin to sulk, and often am a lump of coal around my friends. I care about my music most of all, and refuse to talk about my life at school or my family. Anything prior to knowing my friends now, really. Even knowing they are suspicious, I am stoic, and distant... Keeping even those I may or may not feel particularly affectionate toward at a certain length from my heart. I rely on my hope that because of all that I lack, that when I show that I care about something, or do something nice for someone, it is appreciated all that much more. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxBefore the Band..; I worked a bunch of dead end jobs around town after dropping out of school at seventeen. I was the kid who always got into fights over nothing, defending pride and people i was fond of, even if i shouldn't have. I got beat up a lot, and because i was pretty then as I am now, a lot of people spread misconceptions of me. It was only one of the reasons i left though, the fights. I hated school, never got good grades cause I never cared, and after my mom kicked me out of the house I had trouble paying my share of rent in an apartment I shared with four other people. Sometimes I would try to get a break, send my CDs out everywhere I could, but I was always told the same thing. "Sorry; you're just not what we're looking for" they said. Yeah... Story of my life. I'm never what people hope me to be when they meet me. When I was a little girl, my mother got a lot of s**t after moving from japan to marry my American father and have me, turning her into a spineless drunk. My father, who taught me how to play the guitar when i was just a little s**t, died of brain cancer when I was nine. I guess I just wasn't a people person. Growing up I kept to myself mostly; people thought I was shy at first, but shy people are usually nicer. I'm not shy. Flustered sometimes, maybe... But When I look at someone I like, I try to figure out fast whats wrong with them. They're too high maintenance, they don't like music as much as me, they would pester me to go back to school. But I finally got enough money together to start renting my own, and I moved out of the county town I grew up in to come to the city where I found a lot more opportunities. I went to clubs, studios, parties... I plays for them, and I played hard. I played my guitar with my heart and soul, forgetting everything Ive ever known when I'm up there with everyone just...starring at me. It is the only heaven I believe in. Now that I'm a part of Black Tiegar... That heaven is only getting sweeter, and warmer, and more forgiving of a creature like me. Sinkinglower
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:21 pm
~Roxanne (Roxy) Jannette Wood~ I Think I'm Pretty;xxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Basics;Age: 21
Height: 5'8
Weight:120 lbs (on a medium frame so quite thin in appearance)
I rock the: Vocalist
Likes: Coffee, energy drinks, punk music, blonde girls, tattoos, tough guys,
Dislikes: Being sick, being made to eat, being told what to do, the colour pink, "rude" girls (the kind that gel their hair to the side of their face and listen to hip-hop), cocky men.
A Secret I've Never Told Anyone: is that I have a weight issue. I was quite fat when I was younger and the bullying has scarred me. I eat very little and tend to just run off of coffee and energy drinks. If you do see me eat something like a cake it won't stay down for long.
My Friends Say I'm;xxxxxxxxxxxxxx An attention seeker with a social issues. I love the limelight. I sometimes just do things to get people to look at me. Since I got the body I had dreamed of as a kid, I don't cover it up but I don't like people comments I get sometimes. I deal with this badly, mostly lashing out verbally or physically against the offender. I'm a bad flirt. I flirt even when I don't realise it and with people I don't mean to - it's all part of the attention thing. Being friends with me can be a test of patiences and nerve. If you tell me to be somewhere at 1pm it's most likely I will turn up at 12.59, turning that corner as you begin to panic. I can also be quite flakey with my friends. One day you will be my best bud, then the next I may barely notice you. However, when my heart is grabbed, I could be lead through a warzone and I wouldn't notice. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxBefore the Band..; Roxy's home life was disrupted to say the least. Moving with her mother from place to place to get away from her father. An only child, her mother smothered her with love which Roxy pushed away. She hated her for making her move from a place when she had just made friends. Her mother, not being a great cook, let her eat what she wanted and around that supplied her with endless ready meals that were packed full of salt and fat. She was bullied badly at school for her weight. From the age of 13 she lost weight, starting out like normal weight loss then continuing to more extremes as the weight became harder to shift. Music was always her main escape. She sang to drown out the sound of her parent arguing - she sang through all her emotions. Fairwyn
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