Post by mae dahlia magnolia on Apr 8, 2009 19:55:16 GMT -7
`mae DAHLIA magnolia*
do you memorize theatrical lines that seem to lead them in? play the role with the good girl heart, and the tangled webs within.
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. lindyyy
OTHER CHARACTERS. noneee
RP EXPERIENCE. 3 years
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME. mae dahlia magnolia
NICKNAME(S). mae. em.
AGE. eighteen
GENDER. female
ORIENTATION. straight
PLAY BY. frieda rose
MEMBER GROUP. senior
APPEARANCE. mae has always been blessed with the good looks trait that seems to run along in her family, although she doesnt necessarily see it. but that doesn't mean she's anything less than beautiful. she has long, beautiful thick hair, that has never been dyed in her lifetime. her eyes sparkle with life and always seem to radiate warmth. she has the figure that every older woman would kill to have again. she always seems to be able to make her hair look absolutely perfect, and her makeup is flawless. the girl is a beauty, there's no doubt to that. but as always, she can't tell. her style is one that can't be compared to others. she has an odd sense of fashion. she varies between skinny jeans, and band t shirts, to dresses, to short shorts and tank tops. she can't make up her mind, but really, no one really cares.
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY. mae is an all around sweetheart. she's nice to almost everyone she meets, and often that niceness gets in the way, but we'll get to that later. she doesn't like having enemies, she feels like she's failed somewhere in her life if someone hates her. she's a great friend, and is always someone to rely on, and to be a shoulder to cry on. she's always been the one to comfort, and console, and then act as if nothing is wrong in her life. even with her past, and the horrors she has seen along the way with her father being put into a mental institution, and her mother passing away, she wont let that get in the way of her happy demeanor. she doesnt like to dwell on the past. life goes on, and so can she.
the girl is a lover, through and through. its impossible for her to hate. well, almost impossible. she really can't stand sluts, and if she ever sees one she wont back down from yelling at them. but thats beside the point. dawn develops small crushes on a lot of boys, never expecting anything out of them. but then, occasionally, she'll get a mega huge crush on someone, and she'll fall head over heels in love. its quite disastrous, especially when she believes no boy will ever notice her, really.
she's not shy. in fact, she's quite the opposite. she likes talking to people, running around town in a bikini and tutu, and dancing in her underwear. she's strange, and loveable, and extremely different. can you handle it?
LIKES. sleeping, learning, partying, being random, reading, hanging out with friends, being at the beach, sex, snuggling, kissing, doing her hair and makeup, photography, sex, sex, sex, alcohol, pot.
DISLIKES. sluts, girls who can't take a hint, dudes that can't keep it in their pants, really really really obnoxious jewelry, most other girls, tomatoes, chinese food, violence, little "raver" girls, or "scene" chicks, douche bags, bad drivers and annoying, loud people.
FEARS. dentists, pain, failure, rejection, being unsuccesful, being pregnant and alone, her father coming after her, falling for and marrying the completely wrong person, dying, getting her hair cut off, spiders.
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY. nathan young, fourty two, ex-surgeon, in a mental instition.
marie young (magnolia) , thirty three, deceased.
marjorie magnolia
FRIENDS. --
HISTORY. mae's parents, nathan and marie, are your average cliche love story. nathan was a medical student, residing in a Los Angeles hospital for credited hours and learning the ways of a military man, and met his future wife when she came in with a minor cut from cutting patterns with dull scissors. They instantly HATED eachother. With a passion. But her friends were friends with him, so she was practically forced to be his friends. Good thing too. It took a while, but they finally agreed to a truce.
One particular night, nathan and marie got extra close, if you know what I mean. That was how Anthony was created. After marie found out she was pregnant, she thought life would somewhat cease to exist. But nathan didn't leave her. He loved her and that was his child growing inside of her. So he did what any decent man would do. He proposed and they got married soon after, soon before marie started showing signs of child. They were married in Los Angeles and lived there for awhile. Soon after the marriage, marie had a miscarriage, and was very distraught over it.
mae wasn't supposed to happen. It was a fluke, a mistake. And thats how she was treated. She wasnt suppossed to be in this world, so they would act like she wasn't. They ignored her as a child, almost leading into neglect, and they ignored her as a pre-teen. Her mother passed away, due to heart failure.Her father was put into a sanitorium, the cops found him trying to kill mae, in a public park. ever since marie had died, he went insane. mae doesn't care though. She was never close to any member of her family, besides her grandmother.and was even further away since her mother was gone. she went and lived with her grandmother, marjorie, and even had her name changed to her mothers maiden name. She really doesn't mind it. She has enough friends. And even with all the broken parts of her home, she still manages to be the happiest out there.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST.
a beautiful southern california wind blew on dawnie as she walked from downtown LA to her home in pasadena. her boots hit the cement and made a soft sound, a sound that dawnie was now quite familiar to. her ipod earphones were plugged into her ear, and anthony greens beautiful voice was floating through. she hummed along, and pulled out her keys as she arrived to the small house that belonged to her and her alone. the door opened and she smiled at the darkness. after closing the heavy oak door and locking it, she turned and pressed a few buttons, taking the alarm off the house, or atleast.. letting it know she was there. you could never be to safe, especially in los angeles. the city of angels.. not.
she pulled out her white apple laptop, the one with snow white on the front. she logged onto aim and took it with her into the living room, where she was planning on watching the goofy movie. only to her luck, it wasn't there. she must have let shelby borrow it or something. or it was hiding. so, instead she flicked on the tv and watched whatever was on as she chatted on aim. this was everyday life for the small girl. sitting at home, being a social reject.
she felt her heart leap into her throat as trevor signed online, and started talking to her. oh trevor. she felt like such a stupid idiot around him. she had the biggest school girl crush on him, and he was her best friends brother. she was barely nineteen, and the boy was somewhere around twenty three. so the chance of him EVER liking her was about as ridiculous as dawn befriending maine manhattan. not likely. it was stupid. but a girl could dream, right? right. dawn invited him over, and he accepted, and she stood up and looked around her room in a frenzy. it wasn't clean, fuck fuck fuck, her house wasn't clean. she ran around and started tidying things up, stuffing dishes into cupboards and throwing her clothes into her closet, even though she was pretty sure they wouldn't be near her bedroom. but you could never be too safe.
she rushed around, and pulled off her jacket, revealing her white vneck to write love on her arms shirt covering her thin torso. she kicked off her boots, leaving her in her skinny jeans and shirt. there was a knock at the door and dawn had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in excitement and or nerves. she couldn't tell the difference anymore. she opened the door and smiled brightly at the very tall boy in front of her. trevor! im so glad you could come. come in, please come in. she sounded like an overzealous parent, or an eager first date-y. fuck. she was so nervous.
