Post by Mel on Nov 19, 2006 17:58:53 GMT -5
Name-Melanie Lockheart (Mel for short)
Age-16
What are they?- shadow
Clothing- gray sweater with a plaid skirt
Hair- light brown
Eyes- deep blue
Total Appearance-
Personality- She keeps to herself and seems a bit 'dark'. Melanie has a bit of a temper that can erupt in her at anytime, and no one knows what will happen.
History- Melanie's parents were murdered on her 15th birthday. It was tragic, all Melanie wanted was her parents to come see her on her birthday. That night while Melanie slept an unpleasant sleep, someone came into her room and stabbed her 47 times, the same way her parents were. Yet strangely, there were now screams. She now wonders the halls in search of the pure one.
Other- none
Intro- No one cared enough to notice a girl with light brown locks and beautiful deep blue eyes walk past them. She trailed her hand across the wall, her head held low but yet, a smile played on her lips. She giggled slightly, "No one knows," she whispered, " not a 'soul'." She continued down the hall until she came across a storage closet. She looked up and around before walking in, turning into her shadow form.
Age-16
What are they?- shadow
Clothing- gray sweater with a plaid skirt
Hair- light brown
Eyes- deep blue
Total Appearance-
Personality- She keeps to herself and seems a bit 'dark'. Melanie has a bit of a temper that can erupt in her at anytime, and no one knows what will happen.
History- Melanie's parents were murdered on her 15th birthday. It was tragic, all Melanie wanted was her parents to come see her on her birthday. That night while Melanie slept an unpleasant sleep, someone came into her room and stabbed her 47 times, the same way her parents were. Yet strangely, there were now screams. She now wonders the halls in search of the pure one.
Other- none
Intro- No one cared enough to notice a girl with light brown locks and beautiful deep blue eyes walk past them. She trailed her hand across the wall, her head held low but yet, a smile played on her lips. She giggled slightly, "No one knows," she whispered, " not a 'soul'." She continued down the hall until she came across a storage closet. She looked up and around before walking in, turning into her shadow form.
