Post by K.O.D. on Mar 15, 2007 14:07:05 GMT -5
[IC NAME] Mona.
[FANDOM] N/A.
[GENDER] Female.
[AGE] 18
[HEART] With her.
[FAMILY] Allen {Father}, May {Mother}, December {Older brother} and April {Younger Sister}.
[DESTINATION] Twilight Town.
[ORIGIN] Twilight Town.
[APPEARANCE]
The first thing you'd notice about this 18 year old is her small stature. She stands at 4'9 and is often mistaken to be so much younger than she is. She's also quite skinny, weighing only around 90 lbs. She does have curves though, and what just plain irritates her is her bust. It fits her body, but she thinks it's too big. It often draws the attention of perverts. Her skin is white and very very pale, even if she's outside a lot. She just doesn't get color that easily for some reason. She also has a rather elegant look, even if she is small, as she has long and slender arms and legs and an hourglass formed waist.
Mona has a slightly rounded, yet mature face and her eyes are what draws attention first. They're a cold greenish gray color and the form of her eyes... Well, they're, oddly enough, rather rounded and innocent looking, framed by long and dark eyelashes. Above her eyes she has thin blond eyebrows. Her nose is petite and her lips full and naturally tinted light red.
Mona's hair is rather odd. In the front it hangs down the sides of her face, reaching to the chin and she has a few strands hanging down into the middle of her face and reaches just a little past her eyes, whilst the back parts are messy and sticks out and curls up in the ends, reaching down to her shoulders. The color of her hair is dark blond at the top and then it fades out to a lighter shade in the tips.
Clothing-wise it really depends on her mood. Usually, she's seen in a rather creative shirt. It has a thin green base, and then on the outside, she has sewn on different colored patches of cloth in different colors such as orange, yellow, purple, blue, green, red and black. On the left shoulder though, she has stitched on a checker patterned cloth. Also, the stitches are crossed and big and very visible for a more artistic and special look.
For pants, she wears baggy dark blue jeans that's held up with a black leather belt, however, as with her shirt, she has sewn on random patches on lighter material and has chains and other things hanging from her pockets. On her hands she wears black gloves at most times and for shoes, it's regular black suit shoes.
[PERSONALITY]
I always buy two of things when shopping candy. Perhaps I'll get a friend to share it with.
Ah yes, the friend complex. I seem to have this bad, never wanting to leave when I'm with a friend. I'm afraid of being left behind and forgotten. I am forgettable am I not? I need love, even if I don't admit it. I hate being alone, even if I say 'go away'. One shouldn't listen to me. I need friends, no matter what I say. No matter which lame excuse I come with saying the opposite. I don't even care if I'm being used by said friends, as long as I have them. It's a bad thing. I don't like them if they talk behind my back though. If they say it to my face it's acceptable. I just can't take secrecy. I consider it cruel and mean. Sure, to the face is harder to handle, but it's much better than having people pretend they like you and you open up to them only to have that used against you later.
I don't like crowds
Oh yes, the paranoia kicks in. I don't like masses of people around me. I already know I'm small and unimportant, I don't need 100 people around me to prove my suspicions. And why is that lady with the hat staring at me like that...? Those burning looks make me into a nervous wreck. Ugh, look the other way lady! Of course, I'd never say this out loud. I just... Don't like too many people around me. Remember the saying... "Three is a crowd."... Well, I don't mind as long as it's just me and two more people. I'm odd I know, but hey, social anxiety is social anxiety. If it had been that hard for me, I'd call a psychiatrist already. Obviously, I don't mind. It's easier to talk when there are few people around anyways. Talking in a group always make me feel left out.
I don't want to disappear
I have a fear of dying. Sure, I've been suicidal, but death by natural causes scares me as I don't know how I will die or if it will be painful. There are many senses of disappearing, I guess. My fear is to die and be forgotten. Again, I am a forgettable person. I suffer from panic attacks too, which feels as if I'm having a heart attack. I can totally break down from this and cry. Panic attacks are painful. Getting my heart ripped straight out of my chest by hand would seem more merciful than the panic attacks. I just... Fear disappearing a lot. I don't know why, I just do. Is it part of being human?
I upset easily
Am I emo? When I get upset I don't cry, you know, unless it's one of those bloody panic attacks. I find other ways to take out those negative emotions. In times like those my best friend is the knife. The physical pain numbs out the emotional one, you know? Ah well, it's not like I cut a lot and rarely go for the wrist. I get more upset when the only time people notice me is after I cut. Then the wounds heal and I'm invisible again. The world is cruel to me, or that's my meaning anyways. Not that my meaning is worth a lot. I'm an adult, but I'm still treated like I'm a kid. Stupid elders.
That cloud looks like a lion with shoes.
Ah yes. I'm a very creative person. I have an eye for the minor details, a mind that is searching for something special. Poetry, art, stories, song lyrics... My muse is over-active, so I do all those things. Each day is an adventure inside my mind. This makes me seem detached as I always daydream about something. My artistic side also makes me a sucker for romance and sweet words. I wish for a person dear to me.
I'm mean?
Sarcasm kicks in. I tend to be sarcastic a lot and sometimes state the obvious just to say it. It's odd. I don't like being mean, but I am if you get on my bad side. My humor can be rather mean and grotesque too, so a lot of people back away from me because of that. I'm the person in the <<corner>> that nobody dares talk to. But, hey, it's their fault in the first place. Don't judge anyone by appearance. You never know what you'll find behind an appearance. You might just find something interesting.
[ASSOCIATION] N/A
[HISTORY]
The start of everything
Well, early in the year. After winter, yet before summer, in what we'd like to call a prelude to spring. The sun still didn't give of much warmth, yet it wasn't entirely cold either. That's when I was born. Apparently my birth went relatively easy, after what I've heard. Being the first girl, there was much joy surrounding me. Although even then I was really small and frail. I was overprotected at that time. Or so I think. That's what I've been told anyways. At least I was a healthy baby and my first years in this never ending story we call life went by relatively peacefully. I didn't have any other friends than my parents, brother and my many toys. Also, if you gave me music, I'd be happy and occupied as long as it was on. A true little music lover from the start. I was odd. I preferred inanimate objects over other kids.
The nightmare begins
Like any child, as soon as I was of the correct age I was send to what something I now refer to as a hell on earth. School. Ugh. Horrid. Just... Horrid. I never made friends, even in preschool, I just wasn't made for it. So when the others played and started building their so called individual personalities, I'd sit silently in the corner with a few sheets of paper and a crayon, drawing whatever. Even then I was the person in the corner that nobody wanted to talk to. Like any sensible being, they kept away from the odd girl. They judge by appearance, and don't bother to look past it. They weren't interested in knowing the true me.
Cruelty
Now, why does everyone go around saying that Twilight Town is such a peaceful and good place to be? Have they not looked into the internal affairs? I've experienced the chaos of this town personally. Because of my silent attitude, I was picked on, called names and alienated. I was never human to the kids around me and the adults looked the other way because I was odd with my artistic way of being. I was never interested in my school work and rarely did as I was told. I was a failure, an outcast. And this cruelty toward me continued up into my late teens.
Today
Yeah, we've come up to the present. I'm still stuck in boredom town with all the stupid people. Not that anywhere else would be better I guess. I'm just trying to do my own things now a days and ignore everything else. So, there's not much more to say.
[FANDOM] N/A.
[GENDER] Female.
[AGE] 18
[HEART] With her.
[FAMILY] Allen {Father}, May {Mother}, December {Older brother} and April {Younger Sister}.
[DESTINATION] Twilight Town.
[ORIGIN] Twilight Town.
[APPEARANCE]
The first thing you'd notice about this 18 year old is her small stature. She stands at 4'9 and is often mistaken to be so much younger than she is. She's also quite skinny, weighing only around 90 lbs. She does have curves though, and what just plain irritates her is her bust. It fits her body, but she thinks it's too big. It often draws the attention of perverts. Her skin is white and very very pale, even if she's outside a lot. She just doesn't get color that easily for some reason. She also has a rather elegant look, even if she is small, as she has long and slender arms and legs and an hourglass formed waist.
Mona has a slightly rounded, yet mature face and her eyes are what draws attention first. They're a cold greenish gray color and the form of her eyes... Well, they're, oddly enough, rather rounded and innocent looking, framed by long and dark eyelashes. Above her eyes she has thin blond eyebrows. Her nose is petite and her lips full and naturally tinted light red.
Mona's hair is rather odd. In the front it hangs down the sides of her face, reaching to the chin and she has a few strands hanging down into the middle of her face and reaches just a little past her eyes, whilst the back parts are messy and sticks out and curls up in the ends, reaching down to her shoulders. The color of her hair is dark blond at the top and then it fades out to a lighter shade in the tips.
Clothing-wise it really depends on her mood. Usually, she's seen in a rather creative shirt. It has a thin green base, and then on the outside, she has sewn on different colored patches of cloth in different colors such as orange, yellow, purple, blue, green, red and black. On the left shoulder though, she has stitched on a checker patterned cloth. Also, the stitches are crossed and big and very visible for a more artistic and special look.
For pants, she wears baggy dark blue jeans that's held up with a black leather belt, however, as with her shirt, she has sewn on random patches on lighter material and has chains and other things hanging from her pockets. On her hands she wears black gloves at most times and for shoes, it's regular black suit shoes.
[PERSONALITY]
I always buy two of things when shopping candy. Perhaps I'll get a friend to share it with.
Ah yes, the friend complex. I seem to have this bad, never wanting to leave when I'm with a friend. I'm afraid of being left behind and forgotten. I am forgettable am I not? I need love, even if I don't admit it. I hate being alone, even if I say 'go away'. One shouldn't listen to me. I need friends, no matter what I say. No matter which lame excuse I come with saying the opposite. I don't even care if I'm being used by said friends, as long as I have them. It's a bad thing. I don't like them if they talk behind my back though. If they say it to my face it's acceptable. I just can't take secrecy. I consider it cruel and mean. Sure, to the face is harder to handle, but it's much better than having people pretend they like you and you open up to them only to have that used against you later.
I don't like crowds
Oh yes, the paranoia kicks in. I don't like masses of people around me. I already know I'm small and unimportant, I don't need 100 people around me to prove my suspicions. And why is that lady with the hat staring at me like that...? Those burning looks make me into a nervous wreck. Ugh, look the other way lady! Of course, I'd never say this out loud. I just... Don't like too many people around me. Remember the saying... "Three is a crowd."... Well, I don't mind as long as it's just me and two more people. I'm odd I know, but hey, social anxiety is social anxiety. If it had been that hard for me, I'd call a psychiatrist already. Obviously, I don't mind. It's easier to talk when there are few people around anyways. Talking in a group always make me feel left out.
I don't want to disappear
I have a fear of dying. Sure, I've been suicidal, but death by natural causes scares me as I don't know how I will die or if it will be painful. There are many senses of disappearing, I guess. My fear is to die and be forgotten. Again, I am a forgettable person. I suffer from panic attacks too, which feels as if I'm having a heart attack. I can totally break down from this and cry. Panic attacks are painful. Getting my heart ripped straight out of my chest by hand would seem more merciful than the panic attacks. I just... Fear disappearing a lot. I don't know why, I just do. Is it part of being human?
I upset easily
Am I emo? When I get upset I don't cry, you know, unless it's one of those bloody panic attacks. I find other ways to take out those negative emotions. In times like those my best friend is the knife. The physical pain numbs out the emotional one, you know? Ah well, it's not like I cut a lot and rarely go for the wrist. I get more upset when the only time people notice me is after I cut. Then the wounds heal and I'm invisible again. The world is cruel to me, or that's my meaning anyways. Not that my meaning is worth a lot. I'm an adult, but I'm still treated like I'm a kid. Stupid elders.
That cloud looks like a lion with shoes.
Ah yes. I'm a very creative person. I have an eye for the minor details, a mind that is searching for something special. Poetry, art, stories, song lyrics... My muse is over-active, so I do all those things. Each day is an adventure inside my mind. This makes me seem detached as I always daydream about something. My artistic side also makes me a sucker for romance and sweet words. I wish for a person dear to me.
I'm mean?
Sarcasm kicks in. I tend to be sarcastic a lot and sometimes state the obvious just to say it. It's odd. I don't like being mean, but I am if you get on my bad side. My humor can be rather mean and grotesque too, so a lot of people back away from me because of that. I'm the person in the <<corner>> that nobody dares talk to. But, hey, it's their fault in the first place. Don't judge anyone by appearance. You never know what you'll find behind an appearance. You might just find something interesting.
[ASSOCIATION] N/A
[HISTORY]
The start of everything
Well, early in the year. After winter, yet before summer, in what we'd like to call a prelude to spring. The sun still didn't give of much warmth, yet it wasn't entirely cold either. That's when I was born. Apparently my birth went relatively easy, after what I've heard. Being the first girl, there was much joy surrounding me. Although even then I was really small and frail. I was overprotected at that time. Or so I think. That's what I've been told anyways. At least I was a healthy baby and my first years in this never ending story we call life went by relatively peacefully. I didn't have any other friends than my parents, brother and my many toys. Also, if you gave me music, I'd be happy and occupied as long as it was on. A true little music lover from the start. I was odd. I preferred inanimate objects over other kids.
The nightmare begins
Like any child, as soon as I was of the correct age I was send to what something I now refer to as a hell on earth. School. Ugh. Horrid. Just... Horrid. I never made friends, even in preschool, I just wasn't made for it. So when the others played and started building their so called individual personalities, I'd sit silently in the corner with a few sheets of paper and a crayon, drawing whatever. Even then I was the person in the corner that nobody wanted to talk to. Like any sensible being, they kept away from the odd girl. They judge by appearance, and don't bother to look past it. They weren't interested in knowing the true me.
Cruelty
Now, why does everyone go around saying that Twilight Town is such a peaceful and good place to be? Have they not looked into the internal affairs? I've experienced the chaos of this town personally. Because of my silent attitude, I was picked on, called names and alienated. I was never human to the kids around me and the adults looked the other way because I was odd with my artistic way of being. I was never interested in my school work and rarely did as I was told. I was a failure, an outcast. And this cruelty toward me continued up into my late teens.
Today
Yeah, we've come up to the present. I'm still stuck in boredom town with all the stupid people. Not that anywhere else would be better I guess. I'm just trying to do my own things now a days and ignore everything else. So, there's not much more to say.
