Post by `morgan isabel callahan on Jun 29, 2008 4:12:44 GMT -5
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MORGAN ISABEL GREENE
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: morgan isabel greene
NICKNAMES?: baby, mo-mo, morg
AGE: nineteen
GRADE: freshman
GENDER: female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: runs the chashier at starbucks
SOCIAL STATUS:
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HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 114
HAIR: Morgan's hair is her favorite part of her entire body. It goes just about down to her breasts, maybe shorter. She loves her hair, and can often be found with a piece of hair in her mouth, or being twirled around her finger, or her hand running through it or smoothening it down. Its rather cream colored, which is perfect for her light skin color. She loves it, especially since its naturally straight and always so soft and it always smells like vanilia or insence.
EYES: Morgan's eyes really are something. They aren't exactly blue, more green, but not exactly green either. They are more a darkish blue/green. They are dark, though, for one thing. They often look the color of obsidian whenever she is sad or angry. People say that when she is sad or angry they look black, but she doesn't get mad or sad very often, so nobody really knows. They are usually always lit up with laughter or contentment.
BODY TYPE: Morgan is one of the tiniest girls you will ever see in your entire life thats not a midget. She is very small framed and little, very fragile and crushable as people sometimes say. She hates being so small, because er sister fusses over her often. It freaks her out because she could just be swept off her feet and shoved into a van and never to be seen again. She has a very thin figure. Not anorexic thin, but slender and curvy.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Morgan only has her ears pierced twice. She wouldn't want any needles filled with ink to even touch her body. She doesn't mind tattoos, just not on her own golden, flawless skin.
ANYTHING ELSE?: She smiles alot. So whenever you see her you could usually see her smiling or laughing.
OVERALL: Morgan's hair is her favorite part of her entire body. It goes just about down to her breasts, maybe shorter. She loves her hair, and can often be found with a piece of hair in her mouth, or being twirled around her finger, or her hand running through it or smoothening it down. Its rather cream colored, which is perfect for her light skin color. She loves it, especially since its naturally straight and always so soft and it always smells like vanilia or insence. Morgan's eyes really are something. They aren't exactly blue, more green, but not exactly green either. They are more a darkish blue/green. They are dark, though, for one thing. They often look the color of obsidian whenever she is sad or angry. People say that when she is sad or angry they look black, but she doesn't get mad or sad very often, so nobody really knows. They are usually always lit up with laughter or contentment. Morgan is one of the tiniest girls you will ever see in your entire life thats not a midget. She is very small framed and little, very fragile and crushable as people sometimes say. She hates being so small, because er sister fusses over her often. It freaks her out because she could just be swept off her feet and shoved into a van and never to be seen again. She has a very thin figure. Not anorexic thin, but slender and curvy.
FACE CLAIM: Zoe Kimball
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PERSONALITY:
Morgan, is an amazing girl, who would give the world for her friends. Her friends are her life, and without them, she wouldn't have a place in this world. All of the people she has met, all remember her, even from kindergarten. That's how crazy she is, she's very wacko at times. If you're bored, she'll suggest to go up to random people's houses and ask for shoelaces or some vodka or something.
Have a frown on your face? Feel like you're just about to die? Need to be cheered up? Call up Morgan and she'll have you laughing in a matter of seconds. But she can also be negative, depending on her mood. It doesn't take her long to notice if something is wrong with somebody, and it takes her an even shorter amount of time to figure out how to cheer you up. That is, unless, you're mean to her. Oh yes, of course she'll still be nice, because if you hate her, that's you're problem. She wouldn't care, unless its DRASTIC and you're threatening to kill her or something. She can be a b-tch most of the time. She just loves being sarcastic and mean, even to her best friends sometimes. But thats just her way of Saying " I Love you" (LOL) Unless you are an enemy. Then she means (GET OUTTA MY FACE BETCH OR ELSE I WILL TEAR YOU APART)
Morgan loves pictures. She has her own polaroid camera and she loves it. She doesn't really like digital camers because it takes so long to print them. When you have polaroid, then you get them quickly. And plus she loves how vintage it looks. So obviously, she loves taking pictures and being in pictures. So, in other words, shes a camera whore.
She is a party girl and LIVES for fun. She is usually drunk or sober one or the other. She is a very fun person to be around sometimes. She likes to be different and is obessed with her big black Chanel sunglasses. She Loves to have her brother around her, since he is the only person who knows the true her. She is known to take things personally and hold a grudge. When she first sees you, she judges you good or bad. If good, she will be nice and funny. If bad, she will be very bitchy and snappy with you.
LOVES: boys, neon colors, music, playing guitar, singing, her friends, her family, her ipod, clothes, jewelry, animals, taking pictures, laughing, smiling, being held by boys, being around boys, flirting, dancing
HATES: bugs, haters, bratty kids, rapists, annoying people, reptiles [except geckos], bugs, dull people, mean adults, old people smell, being taken advantage of, being yelled at, sticky situations, rap music, school
FEARS: being alone, not being loved
HABITS: she bites her nails when shes bored, takes pictures alot, eats cereal in the bathtub, flirts even when shes in a relationship, falls in love easily, tends to have pieces of her hair in her mouth whenever she is bored
FLAW:
she tends to jump to conclusions sometimes, she gets upset over little things, she gets drunk easy, she flirts alot, she gets jealous easy, she tends to take things to heart sometimes, she doesn't know when to draw the line when shes angry, she does stupid things when shes upset.
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FAMILY:
Henna Greene --mother
Jaqcues Greene --father
Mariposa Whiteley --half sister
Wes Greene --twin brother
Jason Whiteley --brother in law
HOMETOWN: New York, New York
HISTORY: Morgan Isabel Greene was born in New York, New York. But, she wasn't born alone. She was born along with her only brother, Wes. Her parents, Henna and Jacques Greene, were ecstatic. Unfortunately, their half sister, Mariposa, who was fifteen at the time, hated them. Morgan annoyed her probably the most. Whenever she wasn't glued to Wes's side, she would be following Mari around, asking to play dolls, or read her a book. Mari either ignored her or shooed her away. Morgan loved Mari to death, being a little girl at the time, and didn't know why Mari always pushed her away. She was such a sweet girl, but spoiled at the same time, so she was nicknamed Baby, and that stuck to her easy. When Morgan was about three or four, she was diagnosed with Insomnia. She would always wake up in the late hours of the night, screaming, after having a horrible nightmare. Sometimes she wouldn't even sleep at all at night. It was horrible for such a little girl, but she was still her bright, sweet self that everyone, but Mari, that is, loved.
Another person that Morgan loved was her brother, Wes. Wes was always there for her. They were twins, but they are nothing alike. Almost like fraternal twins. Morgan was loud and bubbly, but Wes liked to stay back and quiet. But they were best friends. You would rarely see Morgan without Wes. Even now, it was rare to see them without each other. Wes is Morgan's other half. They fight sometimes, but over stupid things, and eventually be okay with each other again. Mari, though, still hadn't softened up. Especially since their father had sort of dumped the two young toddlers onto her lap. He started working late nights, coming home at the late hours of the night, when Morgan was awake or screaming, or sometimes, he wouldn't even come home at all.
When Morgan was three, her mother disappeared. Nobody knew where she was exactly, and rumors about her running off with another man or her getting killed flew. Morgan, being only a little tot, didn't know why her mother was suddenly gone. She cried for her mother all the time, but she never came back to cheer her up or kiss her forehead. Morgan pushed her father and Mari away, and for a short time, she even pushed Wes away. She just wasn't herself. She was a lot like her mother, which pulled them very close. Morgan got her mother's New York accent, her stubborn personality, and, even being a toddler, her truck driver mouth. It was actually funny how much alike they were. But, after a year, Morgan began to go back to her normal self.
At age five, Morgan's father died. Nothing really seemed to change after that, since her father was never really there anyways. Mari had finally began to warm up to Morgan by that time, since she had to take them in after their father's passing. Wes had gotten interested in music, mainly guitar. Her father had tried to convince him not too, but Wes had wanted to become a rockstar when he got older. And Morgan, always being around Wes, who chatted non stop on how cool it would be, soon wanted to be one too. This made her father very upset, him thinking that ladies don't belong on stage with a bunch of boys. The thought of her being on tour with a bunch of sweaty, partying, druggie musicians horrified him, him being the typical overprotective father kind of guy. But Morgan still learned guitar from her brother who learned from one of his friend's brothers, and she became hooked on it like a drug.
When Morgan turned fifteen, Mariposa married a man by the name of Jason Whiteley. Morgan never liked him, starting from the first date. There was just something about him that really pissed her off. She told Mari that too, but Mari never listened to her. And it pissed Morgan off more when Jason moved into their penthouse, and began drinking. He would come home in the middle of the night, all wasted. And she would be up, of course, because of Insomnia, and she would be his target most of the time. The first time he hit her, was when she said something sarcastic under her breath, and BAM. Right in the jaw. She was surprised, because she had never been hit by anyone before in her life. When he disappeared into his and Mariposa's room, she found she was bleeding. The side of her mouth had hit her teeth and cut the inside of her mouth. She put tissue there to help stop the bleeding and for the first time in years, crawled into Wes's bed, crying. He didn't wake, because he was a heavy sleeper. But in the morning, she had a bruise on her cheek, and he demanded to know what happened. She told him, and they told Mari, but Mari loved Jason too much. Soon after that, he began to beat Wes. He hated them so much, it wasn't even normal. Sure, Mari told him to stop, and he did for a little while, but he started right back up after a little while.
When Morgan was a freshman in high school, she was just a little ray of sunshine. She had all A's. She was involved with various school activities; the debate team, soccer team, drama, leadership, all that jazz. One night, she had just finished rehearsal for a play and got a ride with her best friend Anastasia and her older brother, who was driving. They got in a car wreck on the freeway. Head on by the other driver, who was a stupid ass and was drunk as hell. It was a miracle that she and her best friend and her brother. Unfortunately, the only horrible thing that happened to her was being in a coma for a month and then waking up with amnesia. She forgot everyone around, all of her memories, and even her name. It was the scariest thing that had ever happened to her before in her entire life. Eventually all of her memories came back to her. It took her time and she lived to tell the tale.
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YOUR NAME; hayley
YEARS RPING; four years
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
Let it go
There's no way you can save it now
Get back, you know that this city is burning
So the story goes
It makes you wonder
'Cause if we're trapped and we're never
Gonna find a way out,
Get out
We're gonna dance now
Hey Mr. DJ
You gotta put a record on, yeah
We're gonna bury this town tonight
We're gonna dance tonight
xoxo
The music from within the black Mercedes blasted so loud it made the shiny black car vibrate. People tried to peer through the tinted windows to see who the hell this crazy fool was and why his ears weren't bleeding yet, but most knew that it was already and could only be one person. Jace Dexter Skyes could be the only one behind the black leather wheel of that car, bobbing his head to the music. The music blasted from a stereo that was slightly large and had neon colors managed to be able to say the name of the song, the artist, what CD it was, what track it was on the CD, the time, and the date. It wasn't even out on the markets yet, he was sure. It was something form Apple, because it worked just like a ipod. a really really big ipod. His parents weren't exactly the wealthiest people in Hicks Bay, but his mother was a Vet and his father worked for CSI. But that gave them some bit of money. He breathed in some air, wondering where he should go. He had gone out for a little drive, but maybe he was only wanting to show off his brand new car. Either way, he still wondered what the hell he was doing.
Humming the lyrics to the song, Jace turned a corner of a road he really didn't bother to check, and saw a little diner at the end of the street. After a second of driving a bit more slowly, he figured that he should pick up some food for his sister. Lucy hadn't been eating. At all. She was bulimic, but refused to admit it to anyone. Jace had to figure it out all by himself. Lets face it, his parents were never really around to notice. He was supposed to take care of her. He now monitored whether she ate or not, or at least tried to whenever he could. He knew how much Lucy loved strawberry milkshakes and some fries. Hopefully she would eat it this time and not make herself throw up after wards. Well, he would watch her. So he went on again, towards the little diner, before pulling into the parking lot.
Jace turned the car off and pulled his keys out of the ignition. He pulled on the handle in the door and pulled himself out of the car, shutting the door once he had stepped away. He pulled his pants up instead of having them ride low and pressed a button on the car keys as he slipped them into his pocket. The car immediately locked and the alarm system was active. Even the slightest touch to the shiny black car, and the alarm will go blasting. He rounded the front of the car, tempted to touch it, but didn't want to draw any attention to himself. So he walked up the steps, and pulled open the door to the restaurant. Sitting at the counter, he saw a small blonde spinning around in her chair. He recognized the girl immediately and grinned. Coming up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her from her seat, spinning around once before setting her down. He smiled down at his best friend Riley. "Riles! Didn't you get off a few minutes ago? they aren't working you hard are they? I have the Union on speed dial!" He said, loudly, and looked around, stepping back on his heels, before smiling to himself and looking back at Riley. "So how are you, love?" he asked, giving her a small friendly wink. [/blockquote
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