Post by maya lynne stewart on Aug 26, 2009 9:01:00 GMT -5
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[/i][/size][/center]testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm bea but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about five years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty excited. i also own no one
you can reach me through pm so yeah. have a good day!
[/center]i'm bea but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about five years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty excited. i also own no one
you can reach me through pm so yeah. have a good day!
tonight we lie awake, remember how the coffee made us shake
[/i][/font][/center][/color]( T H E B A S I C S )
( F U L L N A M E )[/color] Maya Lynne Stewart
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] M. Stew, Maya Stew.
( A G E )[/color] eighteen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] 20/October.l
( G R A D E )[/color] senior.
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] heterosexual.
( J O B )[/color] Unemployed
( M A J O R )[/color] Music.
i've got your picture, i'm coming with you, dear maria count me in
[/i][/font][/center][/color]( A P P E A R A N C E )
( H A I R )[/color] dark brown, almost black
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] brown.
( H E I G H T )[/color] 5'2.
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] 110 LBs
( T A T T O O S )[/color] A bow on her right wrist.
( P I E R C I N G S )[/color] She has a silver ring in her right nostril, from her point of view..
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] Her style ranges from day to day, depending on her mood. One day she can be totally form with a dress and pumps, the other she wears the normal jeans and t-shirt.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] Jessica Leplon.
manage me, i'm a mess, turn a page, i'm a book half unread
[/i][/font][/center][/color]( P E R S O N A L I T Y )
( L I K E S )[/color] singing, laughing, watching, hoping, loving, eating, sleeping, writing songs, texting, autumn, summer..
Hugging
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color] loosing the ones she loves, death, loosing her voice, hate, rude people, arachnids, fires, politics (Bad experience as a child,) perverts, vacations ending
( S T R E N G T H S )[/color]love, peace, honesty, humor and respect.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/b][/color] break-ups, starving, unoriginality, failing, writer's block.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color] writing songs, singing and posing in weird poses for the camera.
( F E A R S )[/color] spiders and insects.
( S E C R E T S )[/color] she has a girl crush on someone and she's had a crush on a teacher before.
( O V E R A L L )[/color] Maya Stewart is one of the spunkiest, funniest, loudest and determined girls you will ever meet! She has been writing music since the age of 15 and will stop at nothing to get herself noticed. She will love you from the bottom of her heart if you bring her any type of food, preferably brownies or cookies. She recently moved to Florida, after having a growing interest in it ever since her freshmen year of high school and is so excited to begin her senior year at Stella Hart.
Maya also is very outgoing and very kind. She accepts everybody for who they are, not what they look like. She can at times be somewhat annoying but her friends and family know that it's just the way she rolls. She appreciates God for giving her such a blessed life and thanks him each and every day of her life. Even though she talks to God, she is not overly religious and is not usually seen going to church on a Sunday.
Overall, Maya Stew is true blue. She will not only stay true to her friends' faces but also behind their back. She never has spoken about a bad word about her friends behind their backs or anyone for that matter. She came to Florida because she thought it'd be really cool for a change of scenery and also because Stella Hart is where she hopes to attend.
leaning now into the breeze, remembering sunday he falls to his knees.
[/i][/font][/center][/color]( H I S T O R Y )
( M O M )[/color] Jessica, age 45, music shop clerk.
( D A D )[/b][/color] George, age 50, foreign language teacher.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] n/a.
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] n/a.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] nope.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color] Maya L. Stewart was born to Maria and George Stewart on October 20th, 1990. The family had been living in Williamstown, New Jersey for the longest time but decided to move to Poughkeepsie so they would be closer to Maria's mother, Elena.As the years went on, Maya attended Poughkeepsie's local elementary, middle and finally high school. When she was 13, Elena died and Maya became devastated. She was very close to her grandmother who she went to for advice, that came in any shape or form. At this rough time, Maya was glad she had a group of friends she could trust and use as a crutch. Also at this time, she began to become more and more interested in music. One day in her depression, Maya sat down and wrote a song about how she was feeling. The song was called "You vs. the World" and when she finished it, Maya showed it to her family and friends, who said she had amazing talent and gave her such nice compliments.
Continuing to keep her grandmother close in her heart, Maya began to write more and more songs - all based on different things. When her mother was reading the news one day, she said "This world really is as we know it, huh Maya?" and that one question sparked into a song called "The World as We Know It." Continuing to write more and more songs, Maya showed each and every one to her friends, who always said they were amazing and Maya had great talent. However in her junior year of high school, disaster struck. Maya had been shunned from her group of friends over a MySpace message Maya had supposedly sent to one of the friends. Even though they were around 15 and 16, her "friends" still had not given up the drama they'd started and were a part of in middle school.
One thing led to another and soon Maya found herself completely friend-less. Deciding it was time to attend private school, Leaving her "friends" behind, she was off to Florida to finish the last year of her high school career in hopes to attend Stella Hart Academy, where she wants to major in music, namely singing.
Now in present day, Maya is residing in Florida, after bidding her parents adieu after many tears were shed and can't wait to start school.
( T H E W O R D )[/b][/color] there is no one that can get away with what i'm feeling. (: admin edit, bby<3
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/b][/color]
Aug 1, 2009 11:40:05 GMT -5 @stephjo said:
Silence drifted casually around the small area in which the brunette found herself lingering within - petite form shrouded in the form of her elder brother's leather jacket. Such a casual sight was a common intake for the brunette known as Ivory - her crystal like blue eyes scanning the bare landscape out of inaccurate curiosity. Reaching the evening, a small smile had left to the public on her features when her dear old mother had allowed her to go and redeem herself free for the night. To be free in Ivory's mind simply meant she could linger around the streets; basking in the moonlight. Waiting.
Many months ago, Ivory Mustow had been saved by...a stranger. Who or what, she could never remember - but, the aim behind such lingering justice was to locate him. Never the less, every day passed within usual terms...nothing changing. Of course, dates went by and people lingered...but never did something satisfy the young girl. Rolling her eyes lightly as this thought crossed her ever chaotic mind; she found her lips swirling around the base of a well lit cigarette. Stench unique and strangely less distinctive, the eighteen year old happily sucked at the toxic before blowing the remains from the tiniest escape in her pale set lips; plump divine.
The night was a usual disappointment, no one or nothing interesting passing her by. Still, Ivory remained seated upon the steps toward an abandoned trailer in which had lost its owners many days ago. Boot covered feet curled toward her basically flat chest, the young girl continued to smoke softly within the slowly revealing twilight moon...just lingering. Nothing was interesting nearby, and not a single soul had bothered to even throw a hello her way. In truth, she was known around the area...after all, her parents had worked within the town since before her first breath had escaped onto the planet.
Unwilling to dwell, a brutal sigh echoed around the clearing as the thin form of Ivory allowed herself to once again taste the tang that cigarettes provided...her eyes simply closing over. Who gave a d**n who was out thee...obviously no one had the curiosity or manners to even wave at her. Fools.
you were fake, i was great--nothing personal
[/i][/font][/center][/color]( C R E D I T S )
this lovely application was made by omgWOLF?!
of caution 2.0! steal and die, bitch. keep this credit here
at all times. alert me if it runs away. it might do that. have fun!
oh, and by the way, the lyrics are credit to all time low. they're awesome.
[/center]of caution 2.0! steal and die, bitch. keep this credit here
at all times. alert me if it runs away. it might do that. have fun!
oh, and by the way, the lyrics are credit to all time low. they're awesome.
