♥_Behind the Mask_♥
Who are you?

Name: ♥Shalin W.♥

Age: 14

We can contact you by: PM

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♥_The Mask_♥
Details, details, details.

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Name: Marricka Etasha

Nickname(s): Marr

Gender:Female

Age&Year: 15,

Orientation: Straight

Status: Single

Spouse: ~

Children: ~

Occupation: Coffee Shop Worker (Starbucks)

Appearance:
With her eyes of bright blue, the sea longs to be just as blue. The shimmer of the ocean is to always be conveyed through these little irises. Her hair of just makes people stare. The highlights that catch the sun just right, the wave that is so elegant, but playful at the same time, and the bangs that frame her face just perfectly, all seem to catch the attention of any . Her slim frame that can be called unhealthy, is nothing but a hyper activeness that she was born with and the excellent work of trying to keep herself in shape. Though flat chested, she really doesn't mind. It is just an advantage for her. The slim figures that come from her small hands are the most dazzling by far. So dainty and pretty, and much lovelier when they are set on the keys of a piano.

Personality:
Smile and wave, grin and play...live your life to its fullest. The very lines lives her life off of. She seems to have an ever-lasting smile that never fades, even in her sleep. For she is always cheerful and always willing to listen. The in heart helps her to get through a day, even if she is stuck with the most terrible person. That personality that seems so great is not as carried as the smile, though. is a stubborn fool when her mind is set on an objective. She will not be swayed into giving up, unless she is offered a huge of sweets which she doubts will ever happen. Her anger can flare quite hot as well. Bullies are the most common thing the start her angry flames. She can not stand the sight of seeing someone bully another for fun. It's just cruel! Of course behind her smile and strong personalities, she has a weak side, too. Once the sadness is brought on, she stays in a depression for quite a few days, not really in the mood for anything. If it is a minor depression, candy is the only way to bring her out of it.


Whats your story?
A cry sounded from the nursery in the grand manner of Sir . The cry of the daughter born just six months ago on March 31st. Her name was Layla and she had only been 4 lbs. when she first look out on the world. A face appeared in the door way and baby mother, Layla, her little child. "," she said. "Mommy loves you, please be a good child..." A knock on the door sounded and Layla brought her child into the hallway and down the stairs. A wave of shock hit Layla as she opened the door. She could smell the stink of on the teen boys of her. "Trick or treat?" One grinned, his slurred. "I have no candy." Layla said, her voice shaky with fear. "Then you get the trick!" The boy laughed. Her grabbed Layla's arm and she gagged as her breathed on her face. "Please, let me go!" She wailed. ", mommy's little baby!" One boy snatched away from Layla. "My daughter!" Layla screamed. "Aw, don't be like that, she'll be aye-." The boy holding Layla breathed on her face again. "That's just vulgar! You boys are to young to be drinking!" Layla yelled. "Don't get too !" The boy threatened. Layla wouldn't take it anymore. Her foot slammed down onto the foot and she lunged for her baby. She never got the chance to feel her though. The sound of a gun shoot blew through the air and Layla lay on the ground, bloody and unmoving. The day of October 31st, was the last time Layla got to hold her precious baby.

now lives in the of the town in a large house with her father. Though never really knew her mother, she wishes she does and clings tightly to the last words she said to her, over heard by a maid. ", mommy loves you, please be a good child."

Aspirations:
dreams of being a musician. Her piano skills as well as her skills at guitar and her singing skills, she hopes will get her far.

Relationships:
father's name is James . He is loyal to his daughter and quite wealthy.

Other:
is excellent with most musical activities. She fears being alone, the sight of blood, and Halloween. She adores rock and alternative music as well as candy, sugar, and .

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♥_How can we be sure?_♥
Should you be accepted?

Sample RP:

Tick, . Tick, tock.... The constant sound of the clock filled ears. Her fingers tapped on her desk, as she played [i[ Sonata[/i] on it. How she long for her piano! She glanced up at the clock that was annoying her so much. 2:57. Just three more minutes until she could continue with her beloved music. This teacher was definitely more boring then her seniors had explained him to be. All he ever droned on about was his son who went off to military school last year because his wife wanted him to and that he was so lonely now because as soon as that happen his wife ditched him. Sigh Why did they even keep him as a teacher still? It didn't make a bit of sense! Maybe they felt bad for him? It didn't matter to her anyways. This guy didn't hand out homework unless his wife or son called him up. Even then it was small assignments like, explaining why affairs are wrong in three sentences and crummy stuff like that. glanced up at the clock again. One minute! Her restless fingers began to quicken their pace and noticed the kid next to her staring at them strangely. It was a bit irritating, but she could handle it for less then a minute. 45, 46, 47, 48... Not much longer to go! straightened her hair quickly and prepared herself to make the leap. Ring! "I'll see you all next week...[/i] didn't wait to hear the rest of her teachers statement. She had up from her seat and ran to the door.

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