Post by | Decima | on Jan 18, 2010 17:16:34 GMT -5
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She's Fooled, all her friends into thinking she so strong, but she still sleeps with the light on,and acts like it's alright on.
BASICALLY
Entire Name: Dennison Lina Peyton
Nick Name: Denny, Den, Lina
Age: 20
But I look: 19
My Gender: Female
I was Born On: November 11th
I Am A: Shifter
And she smiles again,and her mother, lies there sick with cancer, her friends don't understand her, she's a question without answers.
And More...
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I Like: Milk, Quiet, books, cupcakes
I Hate: Soda, Crowds, Dogs
My Powers: A Cat. (A savannah cat to be exact)
I Own: three knives, and a backpack, an apartment
I Am Apart Of The: Lonesome clan (Loner)
I Uphold The Position Of: n/a
I Am Employed As A: Works in a bakery (behind the counter)
She feels like Falling apart, she knows she's so much more than worthless, she needs to find a perpose. She wonders What she did to deserve this and...
Examination....
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Appearance(150 words minimum): I may be dirt poor, but I do clean up rather well. I've got pale skin, with a slight spackling of freckles. My hair is cut short, It's longest point is just below my ears, and it's cut slanted. It's a firey red, and usually firzzy, but occasionally I can get it to do what I want. I've got a delicate nose and lips. I'm an overall delicate person though. I'm a petite, standing just at 5'0, just over the legal midget hieght. My eyes are my most attratctive feature, or so my mother always told me. They're a light color with bits of flecked gold, and they're rather large. I'm usually in clothes that don't match, thick green sweaters with tan suede jackets, and purple pants. Or usually, somthing like that. I always have my rainbow scarf though. I don't really like to fit in.
Personality(150 words): Denny had always been one who kept her personality pinned to her sleeve. She's out there for everyone to see, and she doesn't care, well. She acts like she doesn't.
Denny is incredibly stubborn, and this coupled with her outward confidence and determination can be a pretty disastrous combination. She also tends to do things without thinking, which doesn't help the situation any. She jumps into things quickly, then throws a fit when she's tried to be talked out of it. Good thing she's easily swayed.
She's honest, but sometimes to a fault. She tends to be brutally blunt, but in a caring sort of way. She's very critical of herself, and somewhat of a control freak when it comes to her own sound, she's been known to pull all nighters just so one riff is perfect.
She's also the kind of girl that can be giddy over nothing, a sort of drunk on life kind of deal. She can be fascinated by the simplest things, and something as trivial as playing cat's cradle can occupy her for hours on end.
If you're a friend, she's loyal as can be, if you're willing to look past all of her quirks of course, and just the general weirdness that surrounds her. She's perhaps the best of friends when she likes you, though is she doesn't she has a tendency to hold grudges.
She acts as if nothing bothers her, always brushing things off her shoulders, whisking it away with a laugh. Despite all her tough talk however, she's not really one for violence. She's Marjory hemophobic, and even the thought of bloodshed gives her chills. She is high on the "world peace" campaign, always well read on the status of endangered species and whatnot.
She's really quite great, once you get past the crusty parts, like two day old cake. crunchy on the outside, velvety in the middle.
History:
I was born in the city, in a time of turmoil. My mother was a sinle parent, my father having been killed three months before my birth. She decided, I was going to have my fathers name (She was dead set that I was a son) so the day I was born, she named me Dennison, without thinking that I may not have been the son she wanted. Turns out, I was a girl, but the doctors had filled out the birth certifcate most of the way already, with only the spot of the middle name left. She thought it troublesome to ask them to change it, and gave me the middle name that should've been my first. Lina.
I would forever be unique the little girl, with a boy's name. On top of that, I dicovered I was a shifter at the age of seven. Apparently mother had decided the keep the fact that both she and father could turn into animals, from me. She was capible of shifting to a lioness. Not practical for city life, but cool. Father had been able to become a wolfish looking dog, equaly cool. Guess what I got. A cat. A Friggin` cat. A house cat. Actually it's a Savannah cat, it's golden brown with slightly darker speckles. A few of the rich whohaas have them as pets, because they're very rare and from africa or something. Still. nothing cool.
I was nine when they figured out she had cancer, very late stages. There was really nothing to do but watch her wither away. Her funeral was three days before my birthday that year.
Since I was a minor, I should have been taken to a shelter, but all the services found when they came to pick me up was a pile of clothing, a suitcase, and a striking golden cat the size of a small dog. They put all of them outside, for the trash collectors. They assumed the girl had run away and soon forgot about her, the shelters were crowded enough already.That cat, well that was me, the first time I had maintained the form for more than a few minutes. That night I slept on the street.
It would be that way until I turned 16, when I was able to get a job and buy an apartment. By then I'd managed to roam around as a kitty and get enough food from people to be able to survive. Even now I'm practically homeless, a one room apartment with a toilet in the corner and a leaky room is not exactly what I'd planned for myself but hey, I'm still kicking.
Picture:
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She's calling out to you, this is a call, this is a call out. Cause everytime she falls down she reaches out to you. She's loosing all control now, she's asking you to show her what this life is all about.
Lyrics (C) Thousand Foot Krutch
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