Post by monica on Apr 8, 2010 21:28:34 GMT
AIRIANA B. MORRISON
tattoo and switchblade attitude
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS MONICA and I HAIL
FROM EASTERN!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PM/EMAIL. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 2 YEARS NOW!
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tattoo and switchblade attitude
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS MONICA and I HAIL
FROM EASTERN!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PM/EMAIL. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 2 YEARS NOW!
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[/b] Airiana Blair Morrison* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] Airiana, Airi
* / AGE[/b] sixteen
* / GENDER[/b] female
* / JOB[/b] n/a
* / SEXUALITY[/b] bi-curious, but leans towards guys more
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] REBELS BITCH.
* / CONDITIONS[/b]
ADD: I don't like standing still. Don't like? I don't care
Kleptomaniac: I didn't steal any money. I have money, why the fuck would i want yours?
Pyromaniac: They took my lighters. I'll fucking find a way to set this place on fire, you watch.
Pathological Liar: My real name is Sarah Lynn Montgomery, but some russian druglords are after me so i'm with the secret service people. Don't tell anyone. I'll set you on fire.
Angel Issues: Fuck with me, I dare you. Say goodbye to your pretty little face.
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] taylor parks
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[/b] skipping, books, fire, pretty dresses, sex, boys, girls, pretty colors, brown hair, cutting things, weed, lollipops, gummy worms, circus people, bows, long finger nails, parties, laughing, explosives, fireworks* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] stupidity, when people touch my shit, people touching my hair or clothes, ugly people, bad sex, not getting what I want, bad parties, medication, bananas
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] innocent appearance, friendly, funny, has a nice laugh, confident (I’m a fucking cutie, don’t ya think?), entertaining, adorable looking,
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] extremely manipulative, doesn’t think of the consequences to situations, lies to a point where I can make people think I was raised by wolves, blunt, not sympathetic what-so-ever, somewhat of a slut,[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] Manhattan, New york* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b] Sophia Morrison, 41
Denis Morrison, 46
* / SIBLINGS[/b] none.
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b]
* / HISTORY[/b]
No, I do not swear to tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I mean, that’s one of my conditions. I lie and I have a few other ‘minor’ things that are wrong with me. But hey, don’t we all? I mean, ask my mom, she's addicted to spending money, vodka and gambling. But, that’s not really the point of the story is it? This is about me. About my life, my family, and how everything got fucked up because people are insane. Oh wait, aren’t I supposed to be the insane one? No, no, no, you got it wrong hon; I’m only crazy because people even crazier made me like this. If I hadn’t grown up the way I did, I bet you any amount of money I would be in a normal high school, with normal people, doing normal things. But hey, I’m the pathological liar aren’t I? So, technically, you can’t exactly believe everything I say.
Ever since I was a wee little tot, I've been in love with one thing; fire. The first Fourth of July I ever went to was with my father when I was six years old and you would think the explosions of fire would scare me, but no...they just made me way more anxious. My father took me everywhere he could to get me away from home, only for one reason though, my mother. Sophia Morrison is a devil of a person. A complete bitch. For as long as I remember she's always been that way. I would come home from pre-school, and she would be drinking. After dance, she would be drinking. After karate, she would be drinking. Nothing really changed. But my dad was too soft to leave her, but insisted that she would get 'better'. By the time I was twelve years old I was spending more time on the streets then I was at home. Now, you would think with my small body and cute face I would run into some trouble, and I did. But, once you get in on the streets, you don't really get out. You make friends and enemies quick and learn who to trust, and who not to. Life was good for a bit. I learned quite a bit from a few friends, one particularly, named Blaze. He was seventeen at a time, a high school drop out and one of the best drug dealers around. You wanted Arabian Kush? He got it for you in a matter of hours, that's how good he was. Anyways, he taught me everything i know. From shoplifting lighters to hot wiring and stealing cars. He was like the older brother I never had.
I didn't even bother with school. Who needed it when you had money and fire? That's right, nobody. When I was fourteen, I set a convenience store on fire...and no, it wasn't an accident. I loved watching it burn to the ground and the people screaming trying to get out? Well, that just added to the glory. No, I'm not cruel...just...creative. Fire is art, and beautiful art at that. But unfortunately, the cops didn't agree. I went under intense testing by a psychiatrist who deemed me 'insane'. Yeah 'cuz whatever the pyscho says, it goes. Fucking idiots. Nobody believed me when I said it wasn't me who started the fire. Not even my own parents. Those traitors. So yeah, about a year later, at the age of fifteen, I was shipped to this hell hole.
So there, you have my history. Now, please don’t go spreading it around or I might have to teach you a lesson about trust –giggles-. But, you believe me right? I mean I could be lying about all of that. Or I could be lying about lying. Or I could be lying about that lie I just told and be lying about a completely different thing. Am I driving you crazy yet? Good. Now you know how I feel.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
