Post by cherry ava momsen on Jul 23, 2011 21:14:55 GMT -5
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
CHERRY AVA MOMSEN
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
CHERRY AVA MOMSEN
The tragedy, it seems unending
I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending
We're taking shortcuts and false solutions
Just to come out the hero[/center][/i]
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
[/color][/size][/center]I can't excite you anymore
Name: Melody (this is an alias)
Age: 14
Rping experience: few years
Rping level: moderate
How did you find us: affiliates
Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life
[/size][/color][/size]You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life
Full Name: cherry ava momsen
Nickname(s): cher, ree, cee
Age: fourteen
Birthday: april 17th
Status: single
Sexuality: straight
Time spent at Horizon: 4 months
Canon or Original: canon
Group: student
Grade: freshman
Horizon Group: Ridgerunners
Why are you here: born addicted to heroin and PTSD
Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same
[/color][/size][/center]When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same
Hair color: blonde
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'2
Weight: 110
Build: small
Tattoos and/or piercings: ears pierced
Style: casual
Play By: dakota fanning
The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
[/color][/size][/center]But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
Likes:
music
outdoors
art
reading
friendliness
nature
Dislikes:
drugs
her mom
her grandparents
liars
irresponsible people
junkies
her addiction
Fears:
She's scared of turning out like her mother because of her addiction to heroin. Cherry's also scared that she's unwanted.
Strengths:
reading, being fair, athletic
Weaknesses:
pessimistic, insecure, doesn't want to get close to people
Secrets:
she still get nightmares of her mother overdosing on drugs
Overall personality:
Cherry's not exactly a bad person, but she comes across a little bitter. She can be very resentful, hating her mother and her grandparents for not taking care of her or helping. The fact that she's addicted to heroin and she can't help it makes her depressed and angry. Occasionally, she may also be rude, sometimes taking her anger out on others even though they're not to blame. Her negative views on everything doesn't help either. Cherry's not a people-person, at all. She sticks to herself because she thinks people will hurt her.
However, she's mostly a fair person. Unless she upset, she'll be civil enough to others and be friendly. Her view on life may be pessimistic, but she tries not to judge people until she gets to know them, even if it takes a lot of effort. Cherry tries to be a good person, despite everything that has happened to her and her addiction. She gives an effort to be a better person. Cherry may not have the type of personality that would make people want to be friends with her, but to the people who actually manage to be close to her, she's devoted to them and loyal. She doesn't want them to go through the same thing that happened to her.
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
[/color][/size][/center]Well it's nice to meet you sir
Birthplace: Manhattan, New York
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Heritage: 25% Irish, 75% American
Mother: Melanie Momsen
Father: unknown
Sibling(s): none
Other important family members: elizabeth momsen:: sixty-four:: baker
drew momsen:: sixty-six:: ex-business man and now retired
Pet(s): golden retriever named lucky. (her grandparents' dog)
History:
Cherry is the result of a irresponsible woman who was high on drugs and a one night stand. She was an accident, one her mother didn't want. Melanie did not know who the father was, nor did she cared. She wasn't the maternal type, and when she discovered she was pregnant, she was not pleased. Having a child was the last thing she wanted, and pregnancy didn't stop her from continuing to do drugs. In a way, she completely ignored it and her baby. Cherry's grandparents weren't exactly thrilled about her birth either, and declared that Melanie was responsible for her.
Cherry had a rough childhood to say the least. From day one it seemed the world was against her. She was born addicted to heroin thanks to her junkie of a mother. To add to that, her mother dumped her into a trash can wrapped in a dirty rag. Thankfully, someone walking past heard the cries of the baby and took the baby to the hospital. The police were called and her mother was tracked down. Cherry was released into the custody of her grandparents who insisted that her mother Melanie take care of her. Melanie was always too high to take care of her daughter, however, and spent her time more concerned with finding money to get high than finding money to take care of her daughter. Cherry's grandparents tried to help out as much as they could. When she was twelve, Cherry watched her mother overdose. Though she did not die, Cherry's grandparents sent her mother to a rehab center and took full custody of Cherry. She developed PTSD at thirteen, reliving the night of the overdose constantly. Resents her mother for her addiction and her grandparents for not taking action sooner.
When Cherry was in custody of her mother, she was neglected and hated her grandparents for not doing anything. Watching her high mother scared her, and that day she overdosed and went to rehab was terrifying, and it still scares her. Melanie had been screaming and shaking, to the point it was so bad Cherry thought she was going to die. Her mother passed out right in front of her. After that event, her grandparent's finally took custody of her. Cherry was angry at them, and went through a phase where she was cruel to everyone she met. Since she developed PTSD and was addicted to herion, her grandparents sent her to Mt. Horizon. Cherry was convinced that she was unwanted to them, just like to her mother.
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
[/color][/size][/center]I best be on my way out
Rp sample:
"Get out, brat!"
A small group of half-blood and mud-blood Slytherins kicked him out of the dormitory. Aidan swore at himself for not using the Imperio curse on them, but they were older and one of them looked like a giant...A humongous giant with steroid muscles and a vicious face.
It wasn't his fault that he made fun of them. Aidan had only overheard them talking about their blood status and simply made a comment. A comment about how filthy their blood was, but it wasn't that bad. Non-pure bloods were just so emotional.
Stupid. Unfair. Filthy.
Insert more insulting adjectives here.
If it was not already obvious, Aidan is prejudice against wizards and witches who are not pureblood. Always was, always will be.
That's why, trudging down the dungeon, he was cursing under his breathe about mud blood and half bloods in general. If only he could complain to the headmaster about them...If Aidan was headmaster, he would have them all immediately kicked out. Or have their heads chopped off.
Aidan suddenly spotted a door he never seen before. Growing ecstatic, he kicked it open a little violently. The large, wooden door slammed open in front of him as he entered and a disappointed look spread across his face, replacing his once toothy grin. He had hoped for something exciting and mysterious. Something that would cheer him up. Instead, t was just another old unused classroom. The small amount of hope he had dropped like a bomb, being replaced with his usual aggressive anger.
"Stupid classroom! Stupid Hogwarts! Stupid mudbloods and blood traitors!"
Aidan yelled in rage, kicking down everything in his path. A flock of owls flew immediately away from outside at the sound of his voice. After at least ten minutes, the classroom was in ruins. Chairs and desks were knocked onto the group, and a few were slightly broken. Aidan had thrown the chairs around, and the legs of the old furniture were broken. However, they still had a use. Aidan was chucking them out the window.
The old door, which was miraculously unharmed, opened. Aidan did not stop or turn around to face the person or thing who had entered. If it was a teacher, he'll just get his father to pay for the damage. Rage continued to boil inside of him, and he took a deep breathe to calm himself down.
Aidan overreacted everyday at the dumbest things.
A small group of half-blood and mud-blood Slytherins kicked him out of the dormitory. Aidan swore at himself for not using the Imperio curse on them, but they were older and one of them looked like a giant...A humongous giant with steroid muscles and a vicious face.
It wasn't his fault that he made fun of them. Aidan had only overheard them talking about their blood status and simply made a comment. A comment about how filthy their blood was, but it wasn't that bad. Non-pure bloods were just so emotional.
Stupid. Unfair. Filthy.
Insert more insulting adjectives here.
If it was not already obvious, Aidan is prejudice against wizards and witches who are not pureblood. Always was, always will be.
That's why, trudging down the dungeon, he was cursing under his breathe about mud blood and half bloods in general. If only he could complain to the headmaster about them...If Aidan was headmaster, he would have them all immediately kicked out. Or have their heads chopped off.
Aidan suddenly spotted a door he never seen before. Growing ecstatic, he kicked it open a little violently. The large, wooden door slammed open in front of him as he entered and a disappointed look spread across his face, replacing his once toothy grin. He had hoped for something exciting and mysterious. Something that would cheer him up. Instead, t was just another old unused classroom. The small amount of hope he had dropped like a bomb, being replaced with his usual aggressive anger.
"Stupid classroom! Stupid Hogwarts! Stupid mudbloods and blood traitors!"
Aidan yelled in rage, kicking down everything in his path. A flock of owls flew immediately away from outside at the sound of his voice. After at least ten minutes, the classroom was in ruins. Chairs and desks were knocked onto the group, and a few were slightly broken. Aidan had thrown the chairs around, and the legs of the old furniture were broken. However, they still had a use. Aidan was chucking them out the window.
The old door, which was miraculously unharmed, opened. Aidan did not stop or turn around to face the person or thing who had entered. If it was a teacher, he'll just get his father to pay for the damage. Rage continued to boil inside of him, and he took a deep breathe to calm himself down.
Aidan overreacted everyday at the dumbest things.
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Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
[/color][/size][/center]Ignorance is your new best friend
