Post by abbie mckenna shaw on Mar 2, 2009 18:17:43 GMT -5
ABBIE MCKENNA SHAW
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" bitch slut psycho babe! "[/center]
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
[/color]BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NAME MEANING:
Abbie (Abigail) means "my father is joy" ,
Mckenna means "son of CIONAODH" ("son of BORN OF FIRE")
NICKNAMES: Ab, Abbz, Bie (though not very often)
SEX: Sure, why not. XD (Female)
AGE: 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
ETHNICITY: Scottish
MEMBER GROUP: Llamasexers
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font][/ul]
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Blonde with a hot pink streak.
EYES: Greenish blue, almost tealish.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT:
Five feet three inches.
One hundred and fifteen pounds.
BODY TYPE: Petite but slightly muscular and toned.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Platnium blonde hair sits atop Abbie's head and falls just past her breast in subtle layers. A hot pink, single extension is peak-a-boo'd along the right side of her face. It is rare that she changes the colour, but when she does it is tipically some form of neon colour. Abbie usually flat irons her hair straight as it has a natural wave that she does not like. If she's in a tight spot for time she will throw it up into a pony tail or put a toque or hat on, it doesn't matter to her what she does with it most of the time.
Ivory skin covers the woman's body. This appears to make Abbie's face damn near flawless but it actually isn't. Confidently arched brows frame the brillant eyes beneath them. The colour of a crystal lake, almost teal in hue, are what her eyes hold. Continuing along, a small yet proportioned nose resides in the middle of Abbie's face. Thin lips of a peach colour try to hide just above her thick, rounded chin.
Though Abbie is of small stature, she is perfectly healthy for her age. At five feet three inches, her one hundred and fifteen pounds balance her out nicely. It is not to say she is a twig, but the female has enough meat on her bones to be considered curvy in some areas. Abbie does not appreaciate her body the way she should, or the way people tell her she should. The female doesn't believe in competing with looks but more with personality so tries to cover up as much of herself. When wearing a tank top, there is always a tee shirt under it. If something doesn't quite reach her knees you'd win a bet on her wearing tights.
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color]BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
photography
partying
hugs
hanging out
concerts
carrots
the spanish language
canada
new york
autumn falls
dancing
singing
running
coffee
guitars
DISLIKES:
silence
prudes
bitches
morons
assholes
peas
ben and jerry's ice cream
creepers
swimming in large bodies of water
drinking water
t.v. re-runs.
STRENGTHS:
singing
playing acoustic guitars
sense of humor
voicing opinions
confrontation
WEAKNESSES:
staying quiet
keeping grudges
alcohol
guys wearing skinny jeans
musicians
HABITS/QUIRKS:
cracking any bone/joint that will almost constantly
biting the inside of her lip
cigarettes
chewing on her tongue.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Abbie has trust issues. It's quite pitiful, really. This often disables her from meeting new people as she is not one to just walk up to people and start conversations. Though she can definitely talk the ear off of anyone who dares to lend one, though she stays on her guard at all times when in the presence of somebody new. She's quite paranoid when meeting new people because she's afraid of what could possibly happen; not necessarily speaking only of violent situations either.
Abbie Mckenna Shaw is not totally paranoid, mind you. If she is with people she knows and trusts she will act freely and not have to worry about anything outrageously out of the ordinary. Coming along with her trust issue is the fact she cannot make eye contact with anyone she doesn't trust. She tries her best to look at people when she's sure they aren't going to return the gaze.
A sure sign to tell whether Abbie is nervous or not is to look at her mouth. Three quarters of the time she spends nervous, she chews on either the inside of her lips or on her tongue. She's been that way ever since she was a child. Unfortunately, this caused the inside of her mouth to become scarred and extremely sensitive as she chews until she tastes blood. But sometimes that doesn't even stop her.
The female is a fan of facts. Facts and proof. Which is one of her main arguments for not believing in any kind of religion. For Abbie, if she can see it, touch it, smell it, taste it or hear it.. it's real. Until "god" comes to her and says "hello", she will deny any bible thumper the honour of her believing. Being that as it may, Abbie is, to a degree, optimistic. She does have belief in some things some people can't feel, hear etc. Spirits, are what she knows. Abbie hasn't had a full meeting, persay, but she'd bet her life on the fact that she's felt something unearthly on many occasions.
She's quite bubbly most of the time. Abbie likes being happy, or at least content. She tries her hardest to maintain positive attitudes toward as much as she can, ninety-nine percent of the time with the help of marijuana. Abbie has never been one to experiment with hard chemical drugs but claims to love marijuana and magic mushrooms. The female doesn't mind when people around her do other drugs as long as they don't offer her any, though this is only so when she is drinking. If she ever wanted to get something, she'd be able to and wouldn't trust anyone offering the drugs to her, even if it was one of her friends, unless it was her dealer.
When it comes to being a friend, Abbie is a good one to have around. She knows how to handle rough situations with a clear head -sober or not. Many of Abbie's friends have told her she give amazing advice and that she is a great listener. She would definitely take a bullet or anything for one of her friends. Abbie is very open with everything, as long as she trusts the person she's talking too. Any question asked is a question answered by Abbie. She doesn't like keeping secrets, and honestly can't very well -her own at least. Abbie believes nothing in the world is secret any more, even if it has a bold red stamp saying "Top Secret," at least one person knows something about it.
Since Abbie has only had one sexual partner in her whole life, she doesn't really see why the whole sex craze is so.. crazy. Besides her one bedded partner Abbie has had many successful relationships that she finds the whole "great sex means great love" trend bullshit. She just doesn't understand it, honestly. One thing that bothers her is that she will never be able to find someone to satisfy her in all aspects a partner should satisfy their spouse. Abbie is basically afraid she'll never find her "one," maybe even that her "one" was never made or somehow dropped off the planet. Which is why she doesn't like being tied down for too long because she's paranoid she might miss that person for ever, that or she gets bored. Both happen often, really.[/color][/font][/ul]
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
Chelsey Shaw, 56, Retired - Living.
Norman Shaw, 59, Retired - Living.
SIBLINGS: Samson Shaw, 34, Unemployed - Living.
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
PETS: Killa - Siberian Husky, one year old, brute.
OVERALL HISTORY: April first, nineteeneightysix a new baby was brought into the world by Chelsey and Norman Shaw with their ten year old son at their side. It was, of course, a beautiful day on that April morning. The sun was shining and Chelsey could hear the wails of her new baby girl. The name Abbie Mckenna passed through their son's mouth the moment he saw her and the family just knew it was the perfect name. Even the hour old smiled at the name, though it was hardly because she liked the name. Hell, she didn't even know she was smiling.
Since the young age of three, Abbie has been singing and dancing to her hearts content. Anywhere there was music, you could've been sure the little blonde energy bomb was bouncing around and blasting out her voice. Chelsey and Norman saw potential and quickly enrolled her in classes for dancing and vocal lessons when she was five. Abbie had a blast in those classes, coming out near the top every time. She was in an expert jazz and vocal class by the time she was seven. Abbie went to school and was an okay student. She wasn't failing but she never stood out, and she liked it that way.
It was around that time, too, that she became interested in musical instruments. Abbie went through multiple different "noise makers" (as her father called them) throughout her young life. The voilin, alto saxophone, clarinet and the drums were a few of those. Unable to find something she really loved, Abbie kept looking. By the age of ten, Abbie overheard her brother and his friends in the basement and decided to check out what was going on. It was at that time she'd ever seen an acoustic guitar in person and instantly knew from the sound that that was what she wanted to play. Abbie told her mother right away and the woman jumped for her.
Years passed and Abbie's talent improved, as that usually happens when people practice every day and frequent lessons. Abbie turned fifteen and decided to take her knowledge elsewhere. She knew she'd feel better if she taught herself at least some things which is when she decided to start playing along streets and in parks for extra cash. It did quite well for her as she wasn't old enough for a real job, and she actually enjoyed doing it. Abbie enjoyed hanging around with people and soon found the wonders of marijuana. It never became a problem for her, or her family for that matter because her parents were hippies once. They told her to stick to the mary jane and they wouldn't have any issues, so she did.
When Abbie graduated she wasn't at the top of her class or the bottom but comfortably sitting in the middle of it. Since she was out and ready to hit the real world, she started to play her guitar and sing her own songs on open mic nights in taverns. Whatever she made went into a savings account. She wanted her own place horribly. Fortunately for her, Chelsey and Norman had set up trust funds for both of their children before they came about and after deciding she didn't want to go to college her parents gave her what was in her account. It was quite a bit of money.
With the money she bought a nice little two bedroom apartment, and there was more than enough left over to buy a new guitar so she did just that. Now, at the age of twenty-four, she continues to play in pubs and anywhere she can to make a living. It's all just a matter of time before she gets noticed, right?[/color][/font][/ul]
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Pshaww, riiight.[/font][/size][/ul]
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES
[/color]AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND[/font]
THIS HURR APPLICATION WAS CREATED BY FOR THE WINCHESTER ! OF CAUTION. THE TITLES ARE LYRICS FROM THE SONG 'MAYBE TOMORROW IS A BETTER DAY' BY THE FAHMAZING BAND CALLED POETS OF THE FALL. THIS CODE WANTS TO BE USED, BUT DON'T ABUSE IT. BASICALLY, YOU CAN CHANGE THE COLOURS, BUT DON'T EFF WITH IT ANY MORE THAN THAT AND DON'T TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF![/center]
