nαmє : :
Vanessa Moen
αgє : :
Eighteen
вírthdαч : :
July 3rd
hєíght : :
5'
wєíght : :
150 lbs
grαdє : :
Eleventh
σccupαtíσn : : Guardian
[If Approved]
líkєs : :
- Books
- Photography
- Music
- Animals
- Battles
- Adventure/Action/Secrets
díslíkєs : :
-Idiots
-Rape
-Isolation
-Others pain
-Abuse
hσввíєs : :
❧ Writing
❧ Reading
❧ Piano
❧ Talking
❧ Training
❧ Helping Others
❧ Photography
crush : :
N/A
pєrsσnαlítч : :
Vanessa is Blunt,Bold and very Strong-willed. She can be Headstrong, Cruel, Harsh,Sarcastic and arrogant. But That is only her angered/annoyed side. Normally she is just a sweetheart. You can only see that through gaining her trust Though. She is naive yet intelligent, spoiled yet grateful, slow yet clever, Evil yet compassionate. To every flaw, there is something unique
вíσ : :
For most of her short life, Vanessa had always been pushed around and neglected. Much of that was because she was without a family and home. Her strange colored eyes didn't help much either. Many sought to take them, to literally pry them out of her skull. She was young, very young when she'd been tortured. A man had tricked the little girl to live with him. He was not only abusive and mean...But he made her do things for money. Nasty things that involved her body. It was all so he could make money and keep his own home. Many times she'd attempted to take her life. It was hard, but she somehow knew she shouldn't. Still, the pain remained. It wasn't until the man had left her, did she really feel awful. She was alone, starving and beaten. Bruises, scrapes, cuts, and gashes covered her tiny body. But she never showed any sign of pain. She always kept a smile on her face. And every July...She felt somehow better...Like she knew who she was and that it'd get better. By the time she was her current age, she was skilled in art, simple battle, tricks, writing, Sweet-talk and realizing what others felt. Because of her past life, she always hated herself and put others first. Whenever someone was crying, she was right there to hold their hand. Even if they could kill her. Even though she wished to die, something kept her alive. Something powerful. It made her stay alive. It almost felt like she was forgetting something....Having this feeling, she began traveling around. Finally, she had came across an academy. Realizing how ignorant she was to the world, she entered. Here....Her story continues.
Vanessa Moen
αgє : :
Eighteen
вírthdαч : :
July 3rd
hєíght : :
5'
wєíght : :
150 lbs
grαdє : :
Eleventh
σccupαtíσn : : Guardian
[If Approved]
líkєs : :
- Books
- Photography
- Music
- Animals
- Battles
- Adventure/Action/Secrets
díslíkєs : :
-Idiots
-Rape
-Isolation
-Others pain
-Abuse
hσввíєs : :
❧ Writing
❧ Reading
❧ Piano
❧ Talking
❧ Training
❧ Helping Others
❧ Photography
crush : :
N/A
pєrsσnαlítч : :
Vanessa is Blunt,Bold and very Strong-willed. She can be Headstrong, Cruel, Harsh,Sarcastic and arrogant. But That is only her angered/annoyed side. Normally she is just a sweetheart. You can only see that through gaining her trust Though. She is naive yet intelligent, spoiled yet grateful, slow yet clever, Evil yet compassionate. To every flaw, there is something unique
вíσ : :
For most of her short life, Vanessa had always been pushed around and neglected. Much of that was because she was without a family and home. Her strange colored eyes didn't help much either. Many sought to take them, to literally pry them out of her skull. She was young, very young when she'd been tortured. A man had tricked the little girl to live with him. He was not only abusive and mean...But he made her do things for money. Nasty things that involved her body. It was all so he could make money and keep his own home. Many times she'd attempted to take her life. It was hard, but she somehow knew she shouldn't. Still, the pain remained. It wasn't until the man had left her, did she really feel awful. She was alone, starving and beaten. Bruises, scrapes, cuts, and gashes covered her tiny body. But she never showed any sign of pain. She always kept a smile on her face. And every July...She felt somehow better...Like she knew who she was and that it'd get better. By the time she was her current age, she was skilled in art, simple battle, tricks, writing, Sweet-talk and realizing what others felt. Because of her past life, she always hated herself and put others first. Whenever someone was crying, she was right there to hold their hand. Even if they could kill her. Even though she wished to die, something kept her alive. Something powerful. It made her stay alive. It almost felt like she was forgetting something....Having this feeling, she began traveling around. Finally, she had came across an academy. Realizing how ignorant she was to the world, she entered. Here....Her story continues.
