Post by Polly Meard on Oct 20, 2008 16:38:30 GMT -5
Name: Polly
Last name: Meard
Nicknames:/
Gender:female
Age:17
Height: 5'5
Weight:129
Preference: boyss
Physical Structure: Her build is incredibly thin, though she used to be on the track team for school as well as practice karate, so she has muscle more than fat.
Hair: A very light blonde with dyed purple bits underneath. Her hair is cut in a choppy fashion and rests at the back of her neck and jaw. her bangs are longer and hang off to the right. It's sort of a backwards hair cut.
Eyes:An blue that reflects the colour of the sky
Skin: hers is actually really pale and soft looking
Clothing: usually found wearing a tank top of sorts with a pair of skinny jeans
Markings: a rainbow that begins from the bottom corner of her left eye and ends just before her ear. She got it between the age of five and six. It slowly faded into her skin. Her mother, Reba, never understood what it was and the doctors couldn't explain it either. But she usually masked it over with cover-up, so people wouldn't question her daughter,
Inner Persona: Her thoughts usually consist of wonder and worry. She always asks herself questions. About people. About the surreal. About nature. About, everything. She likes to watch people and simply wonder what it is they're doing or thinking. She's always thought it'd be interesting to get inside someone's head and hear what their true thoughts and feelings were. She thinks the world would be far better off if it were like this. There would be no confusion whatsoever.
Outer Persona: Very quiet. When she's at school she's very focused on her work and tends to not be too disruptive. She'll only ask questions if she needs to. The teachers usually like her for this, but her classmates think she's crazy, because of how quiet she is. Yet even quiet ones have their moment of spontanious acts.
-cough- She tend to speak her mind way too much, though tries to do it without hurting someones feelings.
Talents: art, especially painting and photography.
NOT-so-talents: everything else in between
Fears: swamps, deserted places, sharp things
Loves:making street art, the weird marking beside her eye
Hates: the weird marking beside her eye,
Interests:painting, photography
Turn ONS: tall, nice smiles, friendly
Turns OFFS:rude, creepers, smokers
History: She was born in lovely New York. Her parents hadn't actually been married. Actually, her father had been having an affair with her mother. He was married to a lady named Susan. They had had a child a year before, named Quinn.
When she was just four years old, her father had had another child, with his wife. Neither of them knew this at the time. But her mother wouldn't have cared either way, it was clear that Wilson loved her mother more than his own wife. He spent so much time with them--always saying he was on business trips.
Polly was never much of a socializer. Even when she was learning to talk, she only did it when she absolutely had to. But going off to school she hadn't many friends, because they found her a bit odd. she was so quiet and her fifth year of life brought upon a strange marking on her eye and temple. This turned kids away from her even more, so her mother covered it up to realieve her of the burden.
She made it to her teen years, becoming slightly more talkitive, but not by much. She's always found by herself.
She never did feel like she really belonged. Everyone always seemed so different and...distant to her. It was like she was in a mall. One that she'd never been in before. She was searching for a bathroom, but there were no signs or maps to tell her where to go or how to get there. So she was left to fumble around helplessly.
OR, like she was trying to fit together a bicycle. But had never seen a bike before and there was nothing to explain what was going on, or why a piece should go on first. She just felt so lost and helpless. Alone.
--Different.
She seemed perfectly normal, aside from the rainbow on her eye. But everyone had odd markings in some way shape or form...hers just happened to be..extreme...
Family:
Father: Wilson Meard
Mother: Tiffany Meard
Half brothers: Quinn(18) and Billy(13).
Gift: Paint runs through her veins. Instead of blood, it's a paint, though it has many flaws.
1: It tends to leak from her when she is stressed, nervous or ..talking to people in general.
2: She has to get shots three times a week, just to keep the flow of paint in her
3: If she doesn't get these shots; she dies.
Picture:
Last name: Meard
Nicknames:/
Gender:female
Age:17
Height: 5'5
Weight:129
Preference: boyss
Physical Structure: Her build is incredibly thin, though she used to be on the track team for school as well as practice karate, so she has muscle more than fat.
Hair: A very light blonde with dyed purple bits underneath. Her hair is cut in a choppy fashion and rests at the back of her neck and jaw. her bangs are longer and hang off to the right. It's sort of a backwards hair cut.
Eyes:An blue that reflects the colour of the sky
Skin: hers is actually really pale and soft looking
Clothing: usually found wearing a tank top of sorts with a pair of skinny jeans
Markings: a rainbow that begins from the bottom corner of her left eye and ends just before her ear. She got it between the age of five and six. It slowly faded into her skin. Her mother, Reba, never understood what it was and the doctors couldn't explain it either. But she usually masked it over with cover-up, so people wouldn't question her daughter,
Inner Persona: Her thoughts usually consist of wonder and worry. She always asks herself questions. About people. About the surreal. About nature. About, everything. She likes to watch people and simply wonder what it is they're doing or thinking. She's always thought it'd be interesting to get inside someone's head and hear what their true thoughts and feelings were. She thinks the world would be far better off if it were like this. There would be no confusion whatsoever.
Outer Persona: Very quiet. When she's at school she's very focused on her work and tends to not be too disruptive. She'll only ask questions if she needs to. The teachers usually like her for this, but her classmates think she's crazy, because of how quiet she is. Yet even quiet ones have their moment of spontanious acts.
-cough- She tend to speak her mind way too much, though tries to do it without hurting someones feelings.
Talents: art, especially painting and photography.
NOT-so-talents: everything else in between
Fears: swamps, deserted places, sharp things
Loves:making street art, the weird marking beside her eye
Hates: the weird marking beside her eye,
Interests:painting, photography
Turn ONS: tall, nice smiles, friendly
Turns OFFS:rude, creepers, smokers
History: She was born in lovely New York. Her parents hadn't actually been married. Actually, her father had been having an affair with her mother. He was married to a lady named Susan. They had had a child a year before, named Quinn.
When she was just four years old, her father had had another child, with his wife. Neither of them knew this at the time. But her mother wouldn't have cared either way, it was clear that Wilson loved her mother more than his own wife. He spent so much time with them--always saying he was on business trips.
Polly was never much of a socializer. Even when she was learning to talk, she only did it when she absolutely had to. But going off to school she hadn't many friends, because they found her a bit odd. she was so quiet and her fifth year of life brought upon a strange marking on her eye and temple. This turned kids away from her even more, so her mother covered it up to realieve her of the burden.
She made it to her teen years, becoming slightly more talkitive, but not by much. She's always found by herself.
She never did feel like she really belonged. Everyone always seemed so different and...distant to her. It was like she was in a mall. One that she'd never been in before. She was searching for a bathroom, but there were no signs or maps to tell her where to go or how to get there. So she was left to fumble around helplessly.
OR, like she was trying to fit together a bicycle. But had never seen a bike before and there was nothing to explain what was going on, or why a piece should go on first. She just felt so lost and helpless. Alone.
--Different.
She seemed perfectly normal, aside from the rainbow on her eye. But everyone had odd markings in some way shape or form...hers just happened to be..extreme...
Family:
Father: Wilson Meard
Mother: Tiffany Meard
Half brothers: Quinn(18) and Billy(13).
Gift: Paint runs through her veins. Instead of blood, it's a paint, though it has many flaws.
1: It tends to leak from her when she is stressed, nervous or ..talking to people in general.
2: She has to get shots three times a week, just to keep the flow of paint in her
3: If she doesn't get these shots; she dies.
Picture: