Post by Melinda Morgan on May 25, 2008 3:29:03 GMT -5
Name: Melinda Morgan
Nicknames: Mel
Age: 16 years
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Malibu, California but now she lives in Forks, Washington
Personality/Attitude: Melinda loves going out and meeting new people. Traveling a lot has its advantages, and Melinda is now an outgoing, carefree teenager. Although most people that know her think they've figured her out, she always keeps one thing private from the world: her inner feelings. As close as she gets to people, Melinda always makes sure there's a border line for her male friends, not wanting to get involved with a boyfriend.
Likes: Going out, walking around new areas, reading, dancing in the rain, singing, shopping, making others laugh, and surfing the web.
Dislikes: Cold temperatures, swimming, cooking, boyfriends, and the dark.
Appearance/Picture: Melinda has blonde hair that she tries to streak brunette, but the brown color always fades away quickly, leaving different blonde tones instead. She has light brown eyes that stand out on her heart-shaped face. Her slightly tanned body comes from the many cities she's lived in with the sun. Melinda enjoys wearing makeup and usually has mascara, dabs of blush, and a natural-looking lipgloss, causing her lips to look more fuller. She stands at 5"4" and weights around 117 lbs.
Relatives/Family: Her sister, Amber Morgan.
Occupation: Working part-time at a small diner in town as a waitress.
Background/History: Melinda Morgan was born in Malibu, CA in 1992 where her parents, Michael and Lucy Morgan, had recently been married. Her sister, Amber Morgan, was born 4 years earlier. Melinda had a different childhood than most kids: she moved almost every year. Michael owned a big company that forced him to travel all over the United States. As much as Amber complained, Melinda never said a word. She found moving exciting, like an adventure. She always had dreams at night about fantastic places where she hoped to move next.
However, after Amber left at age 18, Melinda found herself lonely, realizing Amber was the only person she really had. So Melinda made the most out of her moves and made as many friends as possible before moving, trying to break her record each time. She never became involved in a romantic relationship for fear of leaving the person she loved.
Once at age 16, Melinda and her parents moved to Manhattan, NY. After half a year, Michael and Lucy were getting ready to move again when they had a car accident, causing both their deaths. Devistated, Melinda moved in with Amber in Forks, WA, where her sister worked at home as an artist. Determined to get over her parents' death, Melinda will do anything to perminately fit-in with her new home.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP: Click, click. Melinda flipped through the TV channels, trying to find something new on. She sighed before rolling over the couch and making a 'plop' noise once she hit the ground below. It was always boring like this. Deciding to check on dinner, Melinda jumped up and rushed in the kitchen. The macaroni was still in the microwave for another 7 minutes. She glanced at the flashing clock over the counter. 9:45. Amber should be home soon. Melinda hated when her sister stayed out so late. Sure she did the same thing but Amber doesn't have to copy!
Lightning flashed outside, causing Melinda to jump. She ran and placed her head against the kitchen window as the rain started to pour outside. It rained so much in Forks. Melinda was fasinated by it, fore she had never been to a place that rained like this. Flipping the backyard light switch by the door, she slipped on her black rain boots and darted out the door.
Rain was the perfect time to dance, and although most people found it strange, Melinda loved the feeling. As long as the light was on, the rush of the wet rain on her once dry skin felt pleasureable. She imagined a slow, graceful song in her head and danced around the yard, closing her eyes and moving to the beat. Her hips swayed back and forth as she danced with her invisible partner, laughing at herself. Although it was a crazy activity, the feelings kept Melinda at peace, both inside and out. Her eyes jolted open as she heard the rain come to a sudden slow pace. Bowing with eligance, she jogged back inside.
Not paying attention to her boots, Melinda rushed over to the microwave. Her macaroni had been accidently overcooked; this is why Melinda never cooks. She sighed before dropping the tray in the garbage and grabbing a poptart from the pantry, making squeeky noises from her soaked boots. Looks like Amber would have to clean the kitchen floors when she got home. Plopping herself in a stool, Melinda nibbled on the edge of her poptart. With a slight turn, she looked at the clock flashing 10:13. "Whoops," she whispered to herself. Wasn't there some science test she needed to study for tomorrow? Oh well; if she was the new girl, all teachers go easy for the first two weeks. Deciding to not get caught at the scene of the crime, Melinda stuck the poptart in her mouth while jumping around, trying to pull her slippery boots off. Without a second glance, she raced upstairs. Slamming the door behind her, claiming safety, Melinda let out a long sigh before fluffing up her now slightly dried blonde hair and heading toward her stack of books. This was going to be a long night...
Nicknames: Mel
Age: 16 years
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Malibu, California but now she lives in Forks, Washington
Personality/Attitude: Melinda loves going out and meeting new people. Traveling a lot has its advantages, and Melinda is now an outgoing, carefree teenager. Although most people that know her think they've figured her out, she always keeps one thing private from the world: her inner feelings. As close as she gets to people, Melinda always makes sure there's a border line for her male friends, not wanting to get involved with a boyfriend.
Likes: Going out, walking around new areas, reading, dancing in the rain, singing, shopping, making others laugh, and surfing the web.
Dislikes: Cold temperatures, swimming, cooking, boyfriends, and the dark.
Appearance/Picture: Melinda has blonde hair that she tries to streak brunette, but the brown color always fades away quickly, leaving different blonde tones instead. She has light brown eyes that stand out on her heart-shaped face. Her slightly tanned body comes from the many cities she's lived in with the sun. Melinda enjoys wearing makeup and usually has mascara, dabs of blush, and a natural-looking lipgloss, causing her lips to look more fuller. She stands at 5"4" and weights around 117 lbs.
Relatives/Family: Her sister, Amber Morgan.
Occupation: Working part-time at a small diner in town as a waitress.
Background/History: Melinda Morgan was born in Malibu, CA in 1992 where her parents, Michael and Lucy Morgan, had recently been married. Her sister, Amber Morgan, was born 4 years earlier. Melinda had a different childhood than most kids: she moved almost every year. Michael owned a big company that forced him to travel all over the United States. As much as Amber complained, Melinda never said a word. She found moving exciting, like an adventure. She always had dreams at night about fantastic places where she hoped to move next.
However, after Amber left at age 18, Melinda found herself lonely, realizing Amber was the only person she really had. So Melinda made the most out of her moves and made as many friends as possible before moving, trying to break her record each time. She never became involved in a romantic relationship for fear of leaving the person she loved.
Once at age 16, Melinda and her parents moved to Manhattan, NY. After half a year, Michael and Lucy were getting ready to move again when they had a car accident, causing both their deaths. Devistated, Melinda moved in with Amber in Forks, WA, where her sister worked at home as an artist. Determined to get over her parents' death, Melinda will do anything to perminately fit-in with her new home.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP: Click, click. Melinda flipped through the TV channels, trying to find something new on. She sighed before rolling over the couch and making a 'plop' noise once she hit the ground below. It was always boring like this. Deciding to check on dinner, Melinda jumped up and rushed in the kitchen. The macaroni was still in the microwave for another 7 minutes. She glanced at the flashing clock over the counter. 9:45. Amber should be home soon. Melinda hated when her sister stayed out so late. Sure she did the same thing but Amber doesn't have to copy!
Lightning flashed outside, causing Melinda to jump. She ran and placed her head against the kitchen window as the rain started to pour outside. It rained so much in Forks. Melinda was fasinated by it, fore she had never been to a place that rained like this. Flipping the backyard light switch by the door, she slipped on her black rain boots and darted out the door.
Rain was the perfect time to dance, and although most people found it strange, Melinda loved the feeling. As long as the light was on, the rush of the wet rain on her once dry skin felt pleasureable. She imagined a slow, graceful song in her head and danced around the yard, closing her eyes and moving to the beat. Her hips swayed back and forth as she danced with her invisible partner, laughing at herself. Although it was a crazy activity, the feelings kept Melinda at peace, both inside and out. Her eyes jolted open as she heard the rain come to a sudden slow pace. Bowing with eligance, she jogged back inside.
Not paying attention to her boots, Melinda rushed over to the microwave. Her macaroni had been accidently overcooked; this is why Melinda never cooks. She sighed before dropping the tray in the garbage and grabbing a poptart from the pantry, making squeeky noises from her soaked boots. Looks like Amber would have to clean the kitchen floors when she got home. Plopping herself in a stool, Melinda nibbled on the edge of her poptart. With a slight turn, she looked at the clock flashing 10:13. "Whoops," she whispered to herself. Wasn't there some science test she needed to study for tomorrow? Oh well; if she was the new girl, all teachers go easy for the first two weeks. Deciding to not get caught at the scene of the crime, Melinda stuck the poptart in her mouth while jumping around, trying to pull her slippery boots off. Without a second glance, she raced upstairs. Slamming the door behind her, claiming safety, Melinda let out a long sigh before fluffing up her now slightly dried blonde hair and heading toward her stack of books. This was going to be a long night...