Post by Margot Giani on Jan 1, 2007 13:07:38 GMT -5
Name: Margot Blake Giani
Nicknames: Marge.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Forks, United States
Personality/Attitude: Her attitude is very sullen, very calm most of the time. She only becomes excited around people she really knows and loves. In that case she's basically just called shy. Though she wasn't always that way. It seemed that ever since Highschool she became different person. She keeps to herself and doesn't often converse with her class mates. She's afraid because she's blunt and honest with everyone around no matter if its funny or not.
Likes: Historical things, horror stories, culture, horror movies, 1920 and the 1700s.
Dislikes: Obnoxious people, those who are too friendly at first, stereotyping, boys, girls, society.
Appearance/Picture: Brunette Hair/Brown Eyes/5'6''/130
Relatives/Family: Heather and Jay Giani (Parents), Hilton Giani (Brother)
Occupation: Employee At A Grocery Store
Background/History: Margot was born in good ol' Forks and has lived there ever since. She doesn't necessarily hate it like other, she loves rain, but she wishes she would see something other than the same thing every day.
Ever since she was little she loved horror movies, stories and such. Writing was her passion and terror was her subject. She studied everything from vampires and werewolves to fairies and old houses and culture.
Now in highschool she is working on her first novel, a story about teenage girl who kills someone. She keeps to herself mostly and has little or no friends. Not that she isn't nice and she isn't ugly. To everyone around her she's just ordinary.
Canon or Custom? Cutsom
Timezone: Eastern America
Sample RP: (Constantine: Merran Luale)
She couldn't take that expression. She couldn't stand the fact that he was so happy to see her. That he seemed to want to be with her right now despite what they had been through. A little time seemed to have changed them both.
Turning to mush in her arms she leaned against him for the moment, embracing him as well. Before then she was to strangle him, to lock him in a room and forget where the key was, but now she was melting in his grasp. She had succombed to him and wanted nothing more but to let his lips touch hers. She had been entirely afraid of this and now that it was happening her heart was pounding in nervousness and love.
Honey...that's what he called her. Honey was sweet and pure. She was not. She was dirty and messed up in the head. Anything but sweet and nice currently in her life. She was fowl and loathsome and no one seemed to get that she was a horrible person. The only thing she could do was smile. Smile to keep him happy and pleased.
But his sweet sound was interrupted by the noise of him asking what was wrong. So he had noticed the bruises and bandages on her arms and the scars on her face. Why couldn't he just pretend nothing ever happened?
"I...was in a car accident two days ago..." She said, tears forming. She wasn't exactly sure why she was so emotional right now. There was no reason to be. She wanted to leave him and needed to get to the point, but he was killing her sense. He was killing her common sense. And her common sense was wrong.
He was perfect for her. So they had hit a bumpy spot, but she was with him now and he was concerned about her. She couldn't leave him now. He was her dream guy, the man every girl wished she had.
"I'm sorry....that I didn't call you or have someone tell you...I didn't want anyone worried."
Merran held a bruise in her hand. A bruise the size of two of her palms and it was a bright blue with blotches of purple and black. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this. To see her ugly. Her hair was still a mess and her eyes were blood shot and under them were dark circles from no sleep. Her face was battered and had large gashes every which way. Her body pale and looked deprived. The clothes she wore were simple sweats and a t-shirt.
All she wanted to do was hug him, but she was afraid of him not wanting her.
Nicknames: Marge.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Forks, United States
Personality/Attitude: Her attitude is very sullen, very calm most of the time. She only becomes excited around people she really knows and loves. In that case she's basically just called shy. Though she wasn't always that way. It seemed that ever since Highschool she became different person. She keeps to herself and doesn't often converse with her class mates. She's afraid because she's blunt and honest with everyone around no matter if its funny or not.
Likes: Historical things, horror stories, culture, horror movies, 1920 and the 1700s.
Dislikes: Obnoxious people, those who are too friendly at first, stereotyping, boys, girls, society.
Appearance/Picture: Brunette Hair/Brown Eyes/5'6''/130
Relatives/Family: Heather and Jay Giani (Parents), Hilton Giani (Brother)
Occupation: Employee At A Grocery Store
Background/History: Margot was born in good ol' Forks and has lived there ever since. She doesn't necessarily hate it like other, she loves rain, but she wishes she would see something other than the same thing every day.
Ever since she was little she loved horror movies, stories and such. Writing was her passion and terror was her subject. She studied everything from vampires and werewolves to fairies and old houses and culture.
Now in highschool she is working on her first novel, a story about teenage girl who kills someone. She keeps to herself mostly and has little or no friends. Not that she isn't nice and she isn't ugly. To everyone around her she's just ordinary.
Canon or Custom? Cutsom
Timezone: Eastern America
Sample RP: (Constantine: Merran Luale)
She couldn't take that expression. She couldn't stand the fact that he was so happy to see her. That he seemed to want to be with her right now despite what they had been through. A little time seemed to have changed them both.
Turning to mush in her arms she leaned against him for the moment, embracing him as well. Before then she was to strangle him, to lock him in a room and forget where the key was, but now she was melting in his grasp. She had succombed to him and wanted nothing more but to let his lips touch hers. She had been entirely afraid of this and now that it was happening her heart was pounding in nervousness and love.
Honey...that's what he called her. Honey was sweet and pure. She was not. She was dirty and messed up in the head. Anything but sweet and nice currently in her life. She was fowl and loathsome and no one seemed to get that she was a horrible person. The only thing she could do was smile. Smile to keep him happy and pleased.
But his sweet sound was interrupted by the noise of him asking what was wrong. So he had noticed the bruises and bandages on her arms and the scars on her face. Why couldn't he just pretend nothing ever happened?
"I...was in a car accident two days ago..." She said, tears forming. She wasn't exactly sure why she was so emotional right now. There was no reason to be. She wanted to leave him and needed to get to the point, but he was killing her sense. He was killing her common sense. And her common sense was wrong.
He was perfect for her. So they had hit a bumpy spot, but she was with him now and he was concerned about her. She couldn't leave him now. He was her dream guy, the man every girl wished she had.
"I'm sorry....that I didn't call you or have someone tell you...I didn't want anyone worried."
Merran held a bruise in her hand. A bruise the size of two of her palms and it was a bright blue with blotches of purple and black. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this. To see her ugly. Her hair was still a mess and her eyes were blood shot and under them were dark circles from no sleep. Her face was battered and had large gashes every which way. Her body pale and looked deprived. The clothes she wore were simple sweats and a t-shirt.
All she wanted to do was hug him, but she was afraid of him not wanting her.
