Post by monique bailey quentin on Sept 4, 2009 19:28:04 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if MONIQUE should fall behind...[/b]
"never judge a book by it's cover;
you never know what it contains on the inside"
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age . twenty
, rp experience . over six years
, how you found us . kitty [: <3
, contacts . PM[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames . mona or bailey
, age . twenty-two
, date of birth . september 5th
, species . werewolf
, canon . *ignoring*
, face claim . zooey deschanel[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight . 125
, tattoos&piercings . ears
, distinguishing features . icy blue eyes
, physical flaws . four scars going from her right shoulder blade and goes down to her middle back then curves around to her side, going across her rib cage then right down her hip. looks like claw marks, really.
, personal style . she likes the vintage type clothing more than anything else.
, general description .
Mona is pretty athletically built, being the werewolf that she is, she tends to always be fit and in shape. She has the piercing icy blue eyes that most werewolves tend to have as well. Mona has a few scars here and there, but none that are as eye soring as the four claw marks going from her back to side and down to her hip. She usually tries to keep it covered up and hidden and rarely is seen with something on that will show the scar off.
Mona has brown hair that hangs a bit down past her shoulders. She usually wears it down, unless she is doing something to where her hair is going to be in her face, then she will have it up in a pony tail or even in piggy tails. Her skin can sometimes be on the pale side, but when she does bask in the sun in a bathing suit she sometimes burns before she tans. Mona is a bit on the tall side, but see's that as another trait to being a werewolf[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center]vintage clothing, singing, vintage jewelry, writing, sunny days, warm summer nights, finding shapes in the clouds, swimming, giving hugs, smiling
, dislikes .
silver, full moons, vampires, hunters, rye, mistletoe, people hearing her sing, having her picture taken, writers block
, strengths .
running, writing, singing, being loyal, not transforming unless provoked like by the full moon or a fight, fighting
, weaknesses .
singing, a child's laughter, anything vintage, silver
, goals .
become a famous author, possibly leave Nevermore
, fears .
being killed, wounded worse than before, exposing herself to the blinded, killing someone innocent
, secrets .
has never really been in love with someone, thinks she might be in love with a human
, personality .
Mona is a bit of a bubbly woman; when she is out in public, she is smiling and loves to give hugs to people, whether familiar or stranger. She has a bit of a very active imagination and enjoys putting it all into words and even into stories. She is usually looking on the brighter side of things and tends to be positive, even if the situation doesn't seem very positive at all. Mona tries to never let anything get to her or even get under her skin.
Mona is sort of a different person when she is hidden away behind the walls of her apartment or completely by herself. She is a bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl, but deep down inside, she is troubled. She tends to cry herself to sleep at night sometimes, she get's frustrated and angry when she has writer-blocks and when she encounters a vampire, things tend to get out of hand and Mona can never stop herself from transforming and having a fight with the vampire. She is shy about her body, especially with the eye-sore scar on her right side of her body. She doesn't see being a werewolf as something to cherish and take as a blessing, she sees it as a curse, even though she is pureblood through and through, she hates it with every bone inside of her. Full moons have become her worst enemy and if you don't hear from Mona during the time of the full moon, it's because she has herself hidden away and tends to be an angry, upset, frustrated woman that will lash out at anyone that says the wrong words to her. [/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father . Harold Quentin [forty-five]
, mother . Riley Quentin [forty]
, sibling(s) . Jillian Quentin [four]
, pet(s) . Zeus - Rottweiler - six weeks old
, other family . Helen Quentin - grandmother on father's side - sixty-nine
, history
Monique was born just like any another baby in the world, in a hospital with her mother crying from pain and joy, along with her father as well. Her parents knew right away that she was something special, their special little girl that would grow up to be their pride and joy. Of course, sometimes, parents don't always get what they wish for. At least, they sort of didn't. Mona did grow up being their parents pride and joy, but she didn't like the idea of what she was, of what happens to her a full moon pops up into the sky or as a child, when she couldn't control her temper and found herself transforming into something she saw as a monster. This was the only issue that Mona had with her parents, the only thing she would actually argue with them about almost every day.
Eventually, she got tired of fighting with her parents about it and as she was about sixteen years old, she let it drop and came to realize that it doesn't matter how much she argues with her parents, it wasn't going to change. Mona was always going to be different from all of her friends, from people she walks past in the streets or in stores. She accepted that. Of course, it didn't mean that she liked it, no, she still hated it.
When Mona was at the age of eighteen, working at a cafe, living in her own place and excited that she is finished with school and put all of her efforts towards her writing, her parents end up giving birth to another child; a little girl by the name of Jillian. Mona was happy for her parents and was even happy to have a baby sister. Of course, she did hate the fact that her parents were bringing another into the world to endure such things as being a werewolf. She could even remember the argument she had with them when they told her that they would be having another child. Mona hated the idea, but eventually grew to love the idea of a baby brother or sister to look after.
Four years later, and Mona is twenty-two years old, still working at the cafe, writing her stories and sending them so many different publishing companies and always getting a denied letter back from them. She helps her parents with watching her baby sister Jillian and even has become to helping her to deal with the werewolf inside of her. Mona usually lets Jillian stay over at her place sometimes and takes her to daycare, since it's only a block away from the cafe. She has even found herself possibly falling in love with a human, one that she suspects is blind to the fact of vampires, werewolves and fairies roaming the world around him. She has seen him coming to the cafe as a regular customer and he seems to always spot her out and waits for her to take his order. Mona is scared of falling in love with him and her parents have already made it clear that being involved with a human wouldn't make her life any better. Apparently, her parents already have her future and even husband picked out for her, one that happens to belong to the Hills pack, and is next in line to be the alpha male of the pack one day.[/size][/ul][/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title . not sure yet xD
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
Sydney sat there in her cell, staring at the cell door with a soft smile to her lips. She could hear the sounds of foot steps coming towards her cell; they was going to open the door and probably take her off for a "treatment". Of course, today, Syd was feeling a little, well, rebellious and wasn't going to go for any treatment. She knew that the actions she was about to do, was going to cause her to either be badly hurt or thrown into solitary confinement. Either way, she didn't care. She wanted to go outside in the summer air and be where the flowers are, to smell them and watch real birds fly around in the sky.
The girl kept her eyes locked on the cell door and giggled, when the guard unlocked it and Syd sent her thoughts to bring the door alive and told it to continuously bash against the guard's face. When it happened, Sydney winced slightly, hearing the guard curse and stood there watching as the metal door continued to hit the man in the face over and over. When she watched the man fall to the ground, Sydney stopped the door from moving on it's own and rushed away from the cell quickly and down through the hallways.
A sigh of relief and happiness came from her, as she pushed her way out of a door and stepped into the garden and took in the scents of the flowers growing around the asylum. It was about the only place in the whole building that actually had some life to it and actually looked beautiful. Syd walked along the path of the garden and smiled as she looked up, hearing birds singing and smiled up at them. She wished she could just make herself fly out of here and soar up with the birds.
Shaking her head of the silly dreams in her head, she glanced around until her blue eyes spotted a familiar face "Persephone." she said in a normal voice tone. Sydney moved closer to the girl and sat down on the bench beside her and smiled towards the girl "Hey there."[/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
