NEVINS. willow marlie

[willow marlie nevins]

WILLOW MARLIE NEVINS

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so hold me when i'm here, right me when i'm wrong, you can hold me when i'm scared, you won't always be there, so love me when i'm gone

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[/b][/SIZE] willow marlie nevins.
NICK NAMES[/color] will, willy, willow, nevins, vinny, bob, rasta.
AGE[/color] eighteen, july nineteenth.
GENDER[/color] female.
SEXUALITY[/color] bisexual.
MEMBER GROUP[/color] senior.
PLAY-BY[/color] lauren steil.
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?

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[/i] but I'm not a druggie, I just like to have a good time. Anyways people tend to think I'm a sweetie most of the time though I can be what most consider a bitch when the moment calls for it. Yeah I'll admit I'm a bit fiery, but please by all means blame my mother, she made me this way. I tend to get into a bit of trouble here and there, nothing serious just you know your casual bar brawl from time to time. Sure that sounds drastic but I swear the other party always starts it! Okay so maybe not, but I can't help myself, though of course it doesn't help that I'm a confrontational drunk.

I suppose it's also accurate to diagnose that I am in fact random, or perhaps a better word to use would be spontaneous. For me most things are done on a whim, I do things for no apparent reason and more often than not it either A). gets me in trouble or B). turns out to be hella fun. Did I mention I'm sort of a tomboy, I like to chill with the guys, why? Well because I tend to find that most girls are catty bitches, while sometimes that can be amusing I typically find that there's a bit less drama when you're hanging with the guys. Normally I can't stand drama, like I said I'm a simple kind of girl I don't like all that stuff with the she said this about god knows who and now her friend despises her because her best friend is best friends with the girl she said something about. Come on people! It's like get a life and grow up! If you have a problem with someone do something about it or don't do anything at all, but for heaven's sake don't start rumor milling people you barely know!

So yeah some certain things irk me and occasionally, very rarely I'll openly vent, but usually I catch myself and end my rants before I annoy someone to death. I guess one could say I'm a mellow, active, crazy, vaguely bitchy, tomboy, but really who needs labels when all you really need to do is look at me. I mean really if you see my clumsy ass walking down the street talking to myself -like I often do- you'll realize that honestly I'm not all there. Then again I should let you be the judge of that. "
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INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?

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[/i] than anything/anyone. Bad joke type thing I know, but hey at least I have a sense of human. Anyways my families not rich, but they're not poor either, I guess the term 'well off' is most accurate to describe the income in my familia. Anyway like I said I grew up in Boston, MA, you know "Pawk the caw in hawvad yawd" and all that silliness. Well my birth parents sort of met unconventionally from what I hear, according to the records he was some married teacher and she was a waitress at some sort of bar. Anyways I was pretty much a surprise, and since my mother had no clue how to get a hold of my father or even what his real name was she had a few options. Abortion was out of the question for her, she had had one when she was younger and knew she couldn't handle that again. So my mother and her boy friend decided they'd give the whole family thing a try even if I wasn't his kid. I was born a month early, but I was an obvious fighter from the start. My mother named me after my great grand mother and my mother's boy friend gave me my middle name, Marlie after the infamous Bob Marlie. See my mother's boy friend was from Jamaica, a real Rastafarian and Marlie's biggest fan. Well at least that's what my mother put down on the files.

For the first three years of my life I lived with my birth mother and her boy friend in a small little run down apartment. My mother was into drugs and as I got older she seemed to get more and more into them. It got to the point where her boy friend got fed up and just left, from what I understand he wanted to take me with him but she refused to let. When she was left alone with me things got worse, her drug abuse came before me and so I was neglected. When the neighbor heard me crying off the hook she came in to check things out. I was on the floor sitting next to my mother who was stone cold passed out over dosing. 911 was called and my birth mother was saved. From there she surrendered me to the state and shortly after that I was adopted by Mary & Thomas Nevins. I became the youngest of five adopted children, three boys and two girls. Honestly I am so thankful for them, if it wasn't for them I probably would have ended up in the system and knocked up by the time I was fifteen. However the disagreed greatly with my free spirit, well more or less they disagreed with me coming home stoned and drunk most nights.

As a junior I was shipped off to Ohio, to this place where I have attended the high school, I've got one more year to go and trust me I'm happy about that. Currently I've settled into this new life, I've mellowed out a bit, reducing the drugs but keep steady with the drinking. I also have a part time job at the local Borders to start sort of supporting myself, taking some of the financial burden off my family. I have no clue where my life will take me after graduation, but I'm perfectly fine with just going with the flow and seeing where life takes me for now. "
[/ul]YOUR NAME[/color] radio.
EXPRIENCE[/color] five+ years.
CONTACT[/color] well i have aim... (nananamonster)
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quick little example made for a mortal instruments based rp.

For some reason the world of the mundane had always fascinate her, always peeked that little spark of curiosity Luna knew was never escapable. It was because of this interest that Luna currently found herself wondering amongst the seemingly so simple, yet so complicated mundane. Perhaps it was out of the loss of the mundane parents her true parents had given her to when she was a mere infant. Yes Luna was in fact a changeling, though that fact never seemed to effect anyone else. Or maybe it did and no one showed it as much as she did. Luna had been ridiculed often for her interest in the mundane, but of course the laughter at her expense never lasted long. After all she may be a mere pawn in the Seelie court but her tongue was just as sharp as ever and her words were more than capable of wounding egos. It helped that the Queen favored her, though mostly Luna found that if the Queen didn't things might be easier. Then again no one ever said existing was easy, right?

It seemed that today she was out for more than just taking some small part in the world of the mortals. No instead today she was on another outing to more or less spy on two of the creatures she held closest to her heart. Of course they wouldn't know that she cared for them so deeply, in fact they didn't even know her, she had always done well to never let them see her. First on her list was Jenna Wells a sixteen year old girl who held the blood of Molly Harrs deep in her veins, a fact that Jenna probably wasn't even aware of. It was for this kinship that Luna watched over Jenna, it was why she cared for the girl so deeply. It was just so very unfortunate that Luna could never truly know her. It cut so deeply to see that the mundane girl had the same green eyes that Luna's surrogate mother and Jenna's great some odd grandmother had. They still held the same fire Molly had had though and for that Luna was almost thankful.

Through that small piece of ancestry it was as if somehow a small piece of Luna's old family still existed even if they had been dead for quite some years. Once Luna was satisfied with the current state of her "niece" she went in search of Austen St. James, her "nephew" also linked to her by Molly though he was of a strain quite unique; the only boy in a line of girls. Of course he was old enough to watch over himself Luna still looked after him from a distance. He was much different than Jenna as he held no physical resemblance. Instead he had gained his great some odd aunt Elizabeth's personality, or so it seemed. Both quiet and weary but intelligent, mindful, and above all else passionate. Luna's only hope was that he would not end his life in the same way that Elizabeth had ended hers. In many ways Austen seemed the hardest burden to bare as he was simply not in need of her like Jenna was and he held such closeness to the only true friend Luna had ever had.

These outings to the mundane world were always brief, always painful, mainly because of what Luna just couldn't let go of. As such it wasn't long before the faerie fled back to the court to take on her duties yet again. Mind racing and reeling from the constant stream of memories which always consumed her after such visits. Faeries were meant to be free, to have wings and spirit and all the things one should base the worth of life off of. However instead it always seemed that Luna Ray Naess was not those things, in fact she always seemed anything but, always the captive of herself.

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