Post by morgan renee conrad on Jun 26, 2010 8:41:55 GMT -7
MORGANRENEE CONRAD,
bitchy, manipulative, impulsive,slutty,concieted
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BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: morgan
NICKNAMES: none that come to mind
AGE&GRADE: seventeen, junior
BIRTHDAY: Februrary 16th
GENDER: female
CLIQUE: Preppy
PLAY-BY: Heather Marks
PERSONALITY
LIKES: 0 flirting
0 drinking
0 partying
0 dancing
0 sex
0 confrontations
0 arguements
0 fun
DISLIKES: 0 stripes
o cats
o bunnies
o NASCAR
o Ironing
o Weak people
o Cleaning
o The color yellow
o Children
o meatloaf (meat should never be in a loaf)
o barbeque
HOPES: To wake up oneday and not regret what she did the previous day.
FEARS: self explanitory
SECRET: she lost her virginity when she was 13 years old at her friend’s birthday party to her best friend’s boyfriend.
PERSONALITY:
Impulsive- She doesn't always think before doing something or going after something she wants. This has a tendency to get her into trouble.
Bitchy- She has a temper and sometimes can’t control it, especially when dealing with people who irritate her. She tells it like it is, and what’s on her mind, and rarely keeps secrets from people. It’s not that she doesn’t know how to lie she just doesn’t see the point in it.
Concieted- She thinks that she's the hottest thing to touch this earth, god's gift to man kind, or does she. Most people see Morgan as being a loud, egotistical, self-assured, cold hearted b.it.ch, and while this may be true, very few people see her for what she actually is. She is in fact rather quiet, and unsure of herself. The key she says is confidence. If you can fake confidence you can fake anything
Slutty- She'll fuck anything and everyone, has been since she was 13 and she lost her virginity.
Wild- She's a partier. And loves to have crazy fun, and get into trouble, and just fuck around.
APPEARANCE
EYES: Huge, oval, she does two different eye colors. one blue and one grey.
HAIR: long curly, blonde hair.
PIERCING/S:her ears
TATTOO/S: none
OVERALL: She has medium length blonde hair with brown undertones. She’s been dieting as not to get fat so she only weighs 112lbs. She stands at a healthy 5’6. Morgan has one grey eye, and one blue eye, an anomaly that she loves about herself. She does has a scar along her rib cage from the car accident that killed her mom.
BIOGRAPHY
MOTHER:Renee, deceased
FATHER: Morgan, 46, owner of Potatoe Sac Inc
SIBLING/S: none
OTHER/S: two turtles named Smidget and Gidget.
OVERALL:Morgan was born on February 17th to Morgan and Renee Conradd. Her parents wanted a boy, and named Morgan after her father when they found out they couldn’t have any more children after her birth. Channeling their disappointment over the fact that they could now never produce anymore children, her parents spoiled her rotten, and got her everything she asked for.
She knows she's most likely going to lead the life her parent’s lead. It sucks, but well, she knows that oneday she's going to wake up and find that she's married to a boy who doesn't give a rat’s ass about her , and is off fucking one her "best friend" or too busy to pay attention to her, but...well if she still leads the life that she does now, rich, and with millions of boys willing to sleep with her she’d be mostly okay with it. Mostly. She doesn’t want this for his life , but sadly she knows it inevitable. Not everyone gets, the happy ending in the end.
She doesn't exactly have a close relationship with her dad. It's not that she doesn't love him, because she does. It’s just that her dad Morgan isn't always home, most of the time he's off doing business or fucking one his mistresses, and doesn't always spend that much time with his kid. See her father owns a billion dollar fashion line called Potato Sack inc. and gets his best ideas when he was out at sea, resulting in her never seeing her father. This could have help make her into what she is today.
When she was 7 her mom died. She loved her mom like nobody else, and her death sort of changed her, and not in a good way. She was riding with her mom on their way home from the store, when a semi hit their car, killing her instantly. For the most part she was unharmed, but she does have a scar on her rib cage from when a piece of metal cut her. She hates that part of herself, and often reminds her how the pain she felt at losing her mom.
CREATOR
NAME/ALIAS: Erica
EXPERIANCE: 3 years
FOUND US: id
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Willow finished the last of the pixie sticks she had bought and frowned a little bit. Pixie sticks were her favorite kind of candy, and she was happy that despite the fact that she had grown up, that small detail hadn’t changed. Logging out and closing her lappy top, she hopped off the bed and was halfway off the bus before she remembered that she didn’t have her shoes on, and that she had kicked them off a few minutes before logging in on aim.
“Where did you go?” She mumbled checking around her bed. However she didn’t see them there. She checked her closet, but didn’t see them there either. Finally she stood up and let out a sigh of frustration, before noticing them by the table. Putting them on, Willow grabbed her cell phone, I pod, and her wallet, before making her way out to the door. She didn’t know where she was going…actually that was a lie; she did know where she was going. She had the oddest craving for some ice-cream. She hadn’t had ice-cream in forever…well not forever, but she hadn’t had some in at least a month, and boy did she want some now. She was sort of rusty on how to get to the closest Ben and Jerry’s, having not been to Los Angeles in a while, but she figured she would find it eventually. She felt that was kind of slack on her part, she had her multiple times in her life, and yet she still didn’t know where a good portion of the places in the city were, but in her defense she was directionally challenged.
She ran around town for a bit, her mind drifting back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if she remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. God did she enjoy a good party. Specially one after she was pumped up after a great show. Sure, had never been one to get massively hammered. What had happened? She was still slightly hung-over from the night before, and the pitter-patter of her feet against the sidewalk was totally not helping her headache. She slowed her paced down, her mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that she wasn’t remembering, and that bothered her a little. ‘Oh well,’ she thought as she continued on her way towards B&J’s, she would think about it on a later date.
At long last Willow finally found the ice-cream shop. “Yes!” she said out loud, and did a little dance to celebrate her victory, earning a few weird looks from the people passing on the street. She entered B&J’s with a smile on her face, and got in line. The guy in front of her looked familiar. Really familiar actually. On closer look she realized that he was in one of the bands on tour with them, You Dress Up For Armageddon, if she wasn’t mistaken. He was the only person in front of her, and he was definitely taking his sweet time ordering. It was starting to piss her quite frankly. She watched, as he not so subtly checked the girl behind the counter out, which didn’t help out her mood. Finally he had finished his order, and received it. She was getting ready to move forward when she felt freezing cold ice-cream on her white t-shirt.
"Oh geez I'm so sorry! I just..."
He was laughing at her. She couldn’t believe he was laughing at her. He really couldn’t be that immature to think that this was funny. He had ruined, a perfectly good shirt, not to mention her mood. “ASSHOLE!!!”she yelled, “YOU. ARE. SO. DEAD!!!!” She did admit that she had a bit of temper, and that’s she sometimes had times controlling it, but she could only hope that the lord would forgive her for what she was about to do to the boy, because there was no way in hell he was getting out this unscathed.
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