Post by Melody Valentine on Apr 18, 2012 19:18:47 GMT
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Name: You really wanna know my name? It's Melody Valentine.
Age: My age too huh? That's so typical. Anyway, I'm 25 years old.
Job/Occupation: My job as well? Seriously, you are so nosy! Oh well, never mind. I'm a singer, and I play guitar too.
Appearance: The way I look, let's see...I have long blonde hair, usually left loose and straight, and I have dark blue, oval-shaped eyes. In height I am at 5' 5 (1.65 m) which is okay, I suppose. I weigh around 111 lbs. I usually wear anything; tops, skirts, jeans....I don't mind. As long as I am wearing something I like I don't care about anything else.
Personality: Personality from my point of view...okay, so, I'm not going to tell any lies here. I'm clever, and as brave as I can be. I'm loyal to my family and friends, and I'm a massive animal lover. I love music too. I'm protective, and I know I can be too protective at times. I always have an argument ready at my lips, and I'm creative. I love drawing. I get upset when animals die. I'm cheerful, and I think that anything is possible, and that this world is an amazing place. I love to dance and sing, but I already do that on stage. I get a bit sour about trusting people sometimes, and I get upset sometimes, and I cry over animals and things, but I'm quite nice and straightforward, and I love to make new friends.
History: I was born in Liverpool, in a big mansion house. My parents...didn't care about me. Dad was always out. Mum was always in, watching TV and combing her hair and if she did go out, she was always shopping for new clothes. I wasn't ever loved by anybody, so I started off roughly I guess you could say. My dad often yelled and threw things at me. I still have a few bruises from those things. One day when I was seven years old, and my dad was in a drinking mood. He suddenly started yelling and he threw a glass and a table leg at me. The glass hit my arm and the table leg hit the side of my face. At school I was an outcast, everybody bullied me except a girl named Jane, but she left shortly after I befriended her to go to America. So again, I was alone. At some point in my life, my mother told me that I 'don't deserve a family' and I think she might be right. My love for animals irritated both my parents, and I was often shouted at, and it made me sad when they said animals were dirty, stupid creatures. Whenever I argued, I got grounded. My parents were not the kind I wanted, that took me to the park and played with me and let me get a dog. I got away from home at 16, and volunteered at a few animal shelters, before I finally, after a year, was caught singing and I was made a star. I often think of my parents and the bullies and wonder what they will think of me if they see me now. I have a dog named Tiger.
Anything else: I also play Josh Carlson.
RP Sample: Melody blinked as the lights flickered on. She watched herself singing on a tape of her friend's. She didn't think she was good, nor bad, she didn't actually have any opinion of herself. Melody watched as she took the microphone off the stand to dance round the stage, behind the drummer, past the guitarist, stopping playing her own guitar to sing. When the tape was over, Melody looked at some photo albums. She felt it hard to fight back tears as she saw the many family photos, the ones where her parents acted like they loved her. The last one they took was when Melody was 12. And there was a very noticeable bruise on her face. Melody suddenly threw the album away and covered her face with a pillow. They were memories she didn't want to remember.
Name: You really wanna know my name? It's Melody Valentine.
Age: My age too huh? That's so typical. Anyway, I'm 25 years old.
Job/Occupation: My job as well? Seriously, you are so nosy! Oh well, never mind. I'm a singer, and I play guitar too.
Appearance: The way I look, let's see...I have long blonde hair, usually left loose and straight, and I have dark blue, oval-shaped eyes. In height I am at 5' 5 (1.65 m) which is okay, I suppose. I weigh around 111 lbs. I usually wear anything; tops, skirts, jeans....I don't mind. As long as I am wearing something I like I don't care about anything else.
Personality: Personality from my point of view...okay, so, I'm not going to tell any lies here. I'm clever, and as brave as I can be. I'm loyal to my family and friends, and I'm a massive animal lover. I love music too. I'm protective, and I know I can be too protective at times. I always have an argument ready at my lips, and I'm creative. I love drawing. I get upset when animals die. I'm cheerful, and I think that anything is possible, and that this world is an amazing place. I love to dance and sing, but I already do that on stage. I get a bit sour about trusting people sometimes, and I get upset sometimes, and I cry over animals and things, but I'm quite nice and straightforward, and I love to make new friends.
History: I was born in Liverpool, in a big mansion house. My parents...didn't care about me. Dad was always out. Mum was always in, watching TV and combing her hair and if she did go out, she was always shopping for new clothes. I wasn't ever loved by anybody, so I started off roughly I guess you could say. My dad often yelled and threw things at me. I still have a few bruises from those things. One day when I was seven years old, and my dad was in a drinking mood. He suddenly started yelling and he threw a glass and a table leg at me. The glass hit my arm and the table leg hit the side of my face. At school I was an outcast, everybody bullied me except a girl named Jane, but she left shortly after I befriended her to go to America. So again, I was alone. At some point in my life, my mother told me that I 'don't deserve a family' and I think she might be right. My love for animals irritated both my parents, and I was often shouted at, and it made me sad when they said animals were dirty, stupid creatures. Whenever I argued, I got grounded. My parents were not the kind I wanted, that took me to the park and played with me and let me get a dog. I got away from home at 16, and volunteered at a few animal shelters, before I finally, after a year, was caught singing and I was made a star. I often think of my parents and the bullies and wonder what they will think of me if they see me now. I have a dog named Tiger.
Anything else: I also play Josh Carlson.
RP Sample: Melody blinked as the lights flickered on. She watched herself singing on a tape of her friend's. She didn't think she was good, nor bad, she didn't actually have any opinion of herself. Melody watched as she took the microphone off the stand to dance round the stage, behind the drummer, past the guitarist, stopping playing her own guitar to sing. When the tape was over, Melody looked at some photo albums. She felt it hard to fight back tears as she saw the many family photos, the ones where her parents acted like they loved her. The last one they took was when Melody was 12. And there was a very noticeable bruise on her face. Melody suddenly threw the album away and covered her face with a pillow. They were memories she didn't want to remember.
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