Post by Ebony on Jul 10, 2009 17:14:55 GMT -5
Mariah Jewel Sedley
You gotta touch the stove to learn they say
Get burnt and learn that way
You better keep your feelings at bay
Or honey you're gonna pay
You gotta touch the stove to learn they say
Get burnt and learn that way
You better keep your feelings at bay
Or honey you're gonna pay
THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue
and i still taste it on my tongue
age: nineteen
sexuality: straight
job: n/a
gender: female.
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THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts
body type: lean and strong
hair and eyes: her hair is nearly white and very smooth, and her skin is very pale.
clothing style: Mariah will wear whatever she has, usually hoodie sweatshirts, jeans, sneakers, and a Red Sox hat. In the summer, she wears tank tops and shorts.
overall appearance: Mariah is short for her age, something that constantly aggrivates her. She makes up for her height by being strong and smart. She's naturally beautiful, something that she uses to her advantage whenever she can. Mariah has cold, piercing blue eyes. Like the side of a knife, her gaze is cool, almost soft, but only ever an inch away from deadly. The bottom layer of her hair is dark brown, while the top is very light blonde. She has thin, perfectly even eyebrows, and full lips that are always turned down at the corners.
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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover
but now i'm hungover
dislikes: her size, girls, wimps, Teen Choice, water, people, stupidity, school, jobs, talking things out, guys.
habits: fighting, drinking, stealing, playing guitar, working out
secrets: when she was twelve, a man tried to rape her and she killed him.
personality: Mariah is an incredibly clever, beautiful girl and she knows it. She's not a whore, but she will do nearly anything to get what she wants. She's cold, calculating, and smart. Even if someone knew she was guilty of a crime, they would have a hard time finding evidence against her. The one thing that makes Mariah so lethal is that she doesn't think she has anything to lose, or anything to live for. She doesn't even know if she's in pain. Every emotion shows itself through some form of cruelty, though she will join forces with others if the alliance gets her what she wants. People are nothing more than things, things that are capable of nothing but backstabbing cruelty, greed, and power. Mariah doesn't believe in any kind of love. She was raised in a dog-eat-dog world, where only the tough survive. And, in this world, she thrives. She's strong mentally, emotionally and physically. In her mind, everyone has a weakness, and that weakness should be used against them in any way possible. Her only problem is that she hasn't yet figured out her own...
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YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up
now i'm so broken that i can't get up
father: unknown
siblings: none that she knows of
other family: absolutely no one
history: Cheyanne gave birth to Mariah when she was sixteen years old, and never found out who the father was. She raised Mariah in a one bedroom apartment with money from whatever job she could find. Cheyanne never finished high school, and her frustration from her failed life turned into anger at Mariah for even existing. She never physically hurt her daughter, but through her whole childhood Mariah knew that she wasn't welcome in her mother's life. Mariah took out her frustration at the world; growing up, she was constantly angry and always looking for a fight. She would have been in jail by her fifteenth birthday if it wasn't for one of her mother's many boyfriends. When Mariah was twelve, he came to their apartment...
"Mom's at work, you can come back later," Mariah told him. She gripped the counter with both hands; she had never liked this one. He looked at her as though she was some kind of animal, a feral child up for grabs.
He smiled at her. Mariah's face paled under his stare..."That's alright, I'll just stay here and chat with you--"
"You should go," Mariah said bravely. She kept her chin raised.
He stared at her for another moment, sizing her up. Then he lunged.
Mariah screamed. "Stop it!" she shrieked. His body pressed against hers, her back was pressed against the sharp edge of the counter. "Get away from me!"
"Shut up." he hissed. "Shut up!" He held her wrists in one of his hands.
Mariah's lips curled into a snarl. Almost without thinking she kicked him between the legs--he let go of her wrists for a moment, then one of his hands moved to her neck.
Mariah's hand scrambled behind her, on the kitchen counter; her fingers closed around the edge of a knife, the blade sliced her hand open. She didn't feel the pain. Her hand closed around the handle...
No one but her mother ever found out about what happened that day, but it changed both of their lives forever. Cheyanne was afraid of her daughter. She barely spoke a word to her, choosing instead to pretend that she didn't exist. But Mariah's whole world was turned around. No longer was she the angry, attention-deprived child growing up in the poorest section of Boston. No, in that day she became cold. Her anger, her fear, her hatred of everything in her life still exists...but she hides it, she shapes it into something she can use to destroy others lives the way hers was. [/font][/size][/ul]
I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you
role-playing experience: a few months
age: 15
secret phrase:
anything else: Like what?
RP sample: Cheyanne shook her head. "You take me for granted," she said. "I did everything I fucking could to get you out of this shit hole, and you fucking..." she stopped suddenly, raising the joint to her lips. "Want some?"
Mariah's lip curled. "No. Who knows where the hell your mouth has been?" She folded her arms in front of her chest. It would be stupid for her to leave now; her mother would make a scene, the neighbor next door would complain, the landlord would throw them out...no, she couldn't leave yet.
"Don't..." she coughed. "don't you talk to me that way, you useless bitch. What the hell is your problem, anyway? Always sneaking around, acting so fucking important...everyone knows you're just a...a no one!"
Mariah stared at her mother's face. The difference between them couldn't have been greater. Cheyanne's face, worn down with time and disappointments, premature lines, a scar on the left side of her face. Accepting of the fact that no one would ever remember her once she wasa gone. But her daughter, Mariah, with blue eyes like a razor blade fresh with red blood, with a perfect, porcelin face and an overpowering will to make sure that no one would forget her name, her face, what she had done...what she still had to do.
"I'm not a no one," she saisd quietly. "Don't worry, Cheyanne. I'll never be like you."[/font][/size][/ul]
