Post by Amanda on May 18, 2007 17:53:38 GMT -5
Amanda;♥
Residing:
St. Augustine, Florida
Birthdate:
May 12th 1991
Gender:
If not obvious enough, female.
Apearance:
[Goes for on and off line] She stands tall at 5 feet and 7 inches. The paleness of her skin is beautiful as her strawberry blonde hair flows a little past her shoulders. She is usually seen smiling and her hazel eyes gleaming.
History:
Amanda isn't a fighter, even though her emotions may not show that much. She has many emotional problems that she does work on. Even though she does have these obstacles, she really is a great person.
She started out with many friends on AOW, but later whithered down to just a few. This might seem a bad thing to others, but she likes this situation. This means that she has less people to worry about stabbing her in her back.
Amanda is known for being a bit touchy about talking about her real life family. As all families have, there is problems. One reason why she keepes it on the 'down low' is that AOW is her escape from the real world hell. Even though she may not talk about her real life much, she does have friends. She loves to pry herself away from the computer and hang with them.
AOW Family:
Love: Locke [04.29.07]
Father: None
Mother: None
Sisters: Ross, Vampiress, Resika & Frightful
Brothers: None, that I know of.
My Forum:
mizunderstud16.proboards52.com
Locke's Forum:
seraplanet.proboards81.com
Poems
I'm crying tears of agony and pain.
Baby, can you come and wipe them away?
My body shakes with grief and anger.
Baby, can you come and hold me still?
The knife comes towards my chest with depression and disgust.
Baby, can you come and stop it from piercing my skin?
Everyone walks up one by one with sympathy and sadness.
Baby, can you come to my grave and tell me sorry?
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I'm crying tears of agony and pain.
Baby, can you come and wipe them away?
My body shakes with grief and anger.
Baby, can you come and hold me still?
The knife comes towards my chest with depression and disgust.
Baby, can you come and stop it from piercing my skin?
Everyone walks up one by one with sympathy and sadness.
Baby, can you come to my grave and tell me sorry?
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