Post by MELODY JUNE PARKER on Feb 14, 2010 23:25:13 GMT -5
MELODYJUNEPARKER
a new bell to ring, a new song to sing
A READINESS OF THINGS I DO
name -- melody june parker
nickname -- Mel, mellybelly, momo, june
gender -- female
age -- seventeen
birthday -- april eleventh
group -- student
grade -- junior
clique -- dreamers
orientation -- heterosexual
hometown -- moscow, russia
your blood, your bones, your voice
AND YOUR GHOST
hair color -- black, underneath the black are two strips of fiery red & creamy blond that come down past the length of her black hair.
eye color -- dull grayish blue, like stormy skies
height -- five foot even
weight -- eighty pounds
build --
Mel has a slender figure, nearly boyish in shape. not exactly curvy, but not unattractive either. she has just enough breast to satisfy her, and her arse is small and compact on her equally short frame. her legs seem to run on for miles, though you notice she has a rather short torso. she's not very muscled, but she isn't fat. just lean. she kind of just blends into the crowd, nothing much strikes you about being special or desirable about her diaphragm.
distinguishing features? --
no piercings, no tattoos. though when you walk up to her you notice the smoothness and clarity of her complexion. one reason she is favored as a model is because of her ivory white skin and naturally black hair and to die for complexion paired with her mysteriously brooding eyes and the short cute ski slope shaped nose.
overall --
- miss melody june parker is known for her less than ordinary diaphragm. no jubilant breasts that burst beneath her tops, nor an arse that stretches the thread of her denim shorts. just a small rump with proportionate breasts that do the trick. it's not that she's unattractive, it's simply the fact that there isn't anything extraordinary about her either. she isn't the one who all the guys want to date, nor all the girls hate. her boyish frame makes her rather invisible to the student body of Jefferson heights.
- though Mel does take pride in her hair. she cuts, styles, and dyes it herself. usually her strands are a fire engine red, though she has dyed them blue and even orange before. she keeps those as a stand out while the rest of her head are covered in thick, ebony locks that run in undulates from her scalp and wrap her shoulders and her meager breasts. normally worn 'i just got out of bed and sprayed some hair spray' fashion, her hair is very rarely seen perfectly pin straight. crushing her hair between two ceramic plates doesn't hold appeal, and when it comes down to the health of her hair and preserving the strength and color of the almost blueish-black, melody happens to be a bit obsessive.
- though the characteristic that landed her her modeling job was her face. the smoothness and clarity of her complexion, with the mysterious aura that surrounds her eyes. such a dull blue color, though swirling with an brooding sense behind the pupils. her cute pixie nose, with an cute upturn just before the slope ends. her naturally high cheekbones and incredibly pale skin show a stark and stunning contrast against the harsh hue of her locks. her eyes not only hold mystery and alluring properties, but also innocence. and maybe a tad sense of loneliness.. she made an incredible model for her clear facial expression, and the stunning contrast between her beautifully constructed features.
- though Mel does model, she doesn't normally wear the clothes the people she models for supply her. she prefers over sized sweaters and skinny jeans with thin soled shoes, vans write offs. and head bands that stretch all the way around her head and heavy eye makeup. normally seen in loud colors and obscene prints, she's known for her intense wardrobe and her fearless fashion sense when it came down to wearing anything. because of her frame, she could wear nearly anything she wanted. though she prefers no make up except for heavy eyeliner and a plain sweatshirt with skinny jeans for a comfortable day. she normally has a satchel of some kind at her side, and sometimes wears hates or berets. whatever strikes her fancy for the day.
i was a hero early in the morning
I AIN'T NO HERO IN THE NIGHT
likes --
- loud clothing
- free-spirited people
- the sixties
- diet coke plus
- anything comfortable and worn
- her bouvier des flandres, franklin
- modeling
- when people speak to her first
- anything chocolate
- sweet gestures
- wearing eyeliner
- dancing
- the bounce houses that little kids have
- water slides
- roller coasters
- friendship bracelets
- laughing
- smiling
- texting
- doing her hair
- falling in love
- pajama bottoms
- swimming
- hot tubs
- guys with dark hair
- amusement parks
- over sized stuffed animals
dislikes --
- how shy she is
- ladders
- judgmental people
- misconceptions of who she is
- birds
- restrictive clothing
- being sick
- when her ipod dies
- black coffee
- how she blushes constantly
- her home country
- when her hair is flat or dull
- when she's cut-off talking
- general rude behavior
- extremely loud people
- partying
- alcohol
- people who believe they're better because they have more money
- fluorescent lighting
- purses
- UGG boots
- being in crowds
- death
- standing on anything where she could possibly fall
- bees, she's allergic
- most animals bigger than her
fears --
- bees
- her father dying
- not becoming anything in life
- forever being inadequate to society
- never finding someone to spend her life with because of her crippling shyness
- being extremely shy and introverted
- her father taking them back to russia
- anybody of higher stature than her
- missing important chances in her life
- her existence forgotten when she leaves this earth
habits --
- blushes constantly
- bites her nails when bored or nervous
- fiddles with clothing when nervous or shy
- stutters when she's nervous or in presence of new people, especially boys
- tugs at her left ear when nervous or impatient
- has to be tapping her foot constantly
- biting her lip whenever
- constantly dropping stuff
- playing with the ends of her hair
- giggling obnoxiously when talking to boys
secrets --
- she's a model
- her mother died when she was fifteen
- that she was adopted by her father from a russia orphanage
- she has never known her birth mother and father
- she's an in the closet photographer
- she's terrified to fall in love
overall --
- for her outward appearance you would never guess that Mel happens to be painfully shy. she's never one to strike up a conversation with someone or take part in a debate. it's mainly due to her sense of inadequacy from society and how most people look down on her because she happens to be different. it's as if melody thinks everyone knows that her mother died, and she always blamed herself for it, and that she was adopted when she was younger and the loving father she has really isn't her father. and when people make shallow jabs she figures it is because of these flaws and not just their petty reasoning why she is being insulted and overly critiqued.
- because of her shy nature, Mel is incredibly awkward in social interactions. talking to someone she stutters and slurs, constantly forgetting what she is talking about and losing track of what the other people are saying. it gets worse, if they're walking she's tripping and dropping things often accompanied by obnoxious giggling and the way she either pulls at her clothes or her left ear in an attempt to sooth her jittery manners. she doesn't know how to handle social situations, so she is normally stumbling through high school talking to no one but her dog. which makes her recede further into herself.
- and if you thought that talking to someone of the same sex or a teacher was bad enough, when she talks to an attractive guy, any guy for that manner she is a thousand times worse. giggling obnoxiously and blushing equally as annoying, most guys simply forgo speaking to her completely and leave her bashful expressions and stuttering words to find a much more confident, sexy girl. though because she is embarrassed of her shy nature, Mel usually doesn't mind if guys pay attention to her or not. though deep down, she harbors a significant part of her that urns for the attention of someone special to bring her out of her shell.
- but if you saw this bashful young women during one of the multiple photo shoots her agency sets up for her, melody becomes beautiful in a raw manner. she's natural, she's beautiful, she's stunning. she would love to bring out the confident women she has before the camera, though she finds herself continuing to run down her bashful path of life. it's as if she lives two worlds, between her school life and on the weekends when she shoots for various ad campaigns for both TV, magazines, and sometimes even book covers. she is known by some of the elites for her campaigns and the nature she happens to have, but she doesn't particularly know if they realize its her, or some women who resembles the quiet and introverted student.
- even though her shy personality, melody june parker happens to be incredibly caring and passionate. especially around animals. she wants to go into veterinarian medicine when she graduates from college, and hopes to find a job in the highly competitive field. she has a dog named franklin, her prized Bouvier Des Flanders which her adopted mother had given her merely a year ago before she passed on her birthday. she immediately fell in love with the shaggy water dog, and wants to retire into breeding and showing the magnificent breed.
- being smart is essential too, and melody is incredibly intelligent. the quiet, and smart girl with a funny personality when she opens up enough to let anyone in. she can sometimes be seen tutoring elites or anyone else who needs her help for that matter before her shift begins at work. she likes to see that she makes a difference in the world, no matter how impartial or small it happens to be.
- and as hard as she works at school, she is the prized employee of her work place because of her tooth to the grain worth ethic and the way she believes that if something is worth doing, its worth doing right. and she will not stop on a project until it is done and done to her best abilities. she has been working at kaleidescope since she came to summer set this year as a bartender. even though she isn't very talkative, she manages the bar well and takes wonderful stock and inventory.
found eighteen reasons i can't
PICK UP ON THE PHONE
mother --
- Christina Madison Lovelace.
adoptive mother.
thirty nine.
former shipping receiver for Fry's.
deceased.
father --
- Elijah garret parker.
adoptive father.
forty one.
owner of an dry cleaning service in summer set.
alive.
siblings --
- Annabelle Marie carlisle.
full sister.
twelve.
alive. - Steven Clarence carlisle.
full brother.
seven.
alive - Thomas Nicholas carlisle.
full brother.
seven.
alive - Elizabeth jade carlisle.
full sister.
five.
alive - Patrice Corrine carlisle.
full sister.
three.
alive. - Cameron Blake carlisle.
full brother.
three months.
alive.
pets --
- franklin.
Bouvier Des Flanders.
four years.
male
other --
- Florence Michael carlisle.
birth father.
forty five.
current warehouse worker.
alive - Michelle Annamarie carlisle.
birth mother.
forty four.
current jewelry clerk.
alive
history --
- born to two wayward young adults, melody june parker was actually born hope latrisse carlisle. to Florence and Michelle carlisle in the dirtied streets of inner city moscow. the youthful couple had no money, no home, and here they had a child now who would need shelter, food, and adequate love. though both knew they could not provide their newborn with the necessities, they could barely provide for themselves, but another mouth to feed would certainly send the couple in such debt that they would never crawl out in all the years they walked this earth. therefore a few days after hope's birth, she was sent to a children orphanage in moscow to hopefully become adopted. and the two only hoped for the best when they left her with the headmaster, and went to brave the streets and sidewalks once more.
- it was unclean, badly lit with children kept in cribs to keep them together with only a thin blanket in a cement warehouse. with cold food and even colder nights, the children waited in anticipation for the moment when mommy and daddy came to pick them up. the american's. they would whisk them away and take them to big houses filled with moist kisses and warm hugs. all the children fantasized about what it would be like, big, warm, comforting. for even the streets of moscow had to be better than the cement walls they had known all their life.
- hope was adopted when she was three year olds, by the parkers. they changed her name to melody june parker. and she became their daughter. she was sent from the orphanage to alberta, canada. where daddy and mommy owned a big house, and had enough money to spoil their little princess. she was quite the joy to her family, and even the cries that she made were as beautiful as a melody. she was the star of the family. a true miracle brought to the parker's, and that's where she grew up.
- Mel was sent to a private school where she wore too tight penny loafers and overly starched uniforms, though she didn't complain. she loved mummy and daddy, and couldn't be grateful enough knowing that they had saved her. she was polite and courteous to everyone she met, though she was an bashful little girl from the start. hiding behind mother's skirts or behind daddy's pant legs though always sweet, and never without a smile on her chubby little cheeks.
- and as she grew and prospered beneath the watchful and adorning gaze of her parents, Mel grew into a fine young women. her body becoming less childish and molding with breasts and the attractive curves she would withhold when she became older. mom was her best friend, and the two had such a distinct fashion sense that the two often dressed in obscene outfits together. they were a well known family, wealthy and contributing to the community. Mel probably adapted her passion for helping others through the charity events she attended through her youth, and the beams on the people they benefited, and she remembered how happy those smiles had made her.
- the night that melody's life shattered was one like any other. mom and her were driving home from a meeting that she had in town, and Mel had gone to the mall and walked around with some of her friends that lived in town. they were driving down the two lane highway toward their country resided estate. complete with enough dogs to satisfy both the animal enthusiast's needs, and any other animal that might seem to be in trouble. the stars twinkled above the silver BMW. the top down because it happened to be abit chilly as alternative music pumped from the speakers within the car. the two were singing along, laughing and giggling as they sang the wrong words and generally laughed at life. and then it happened.
- all Mel remembered was waking up in a hospital room, feeling incredibly sore and watching her father's tear streaked face search hers frantically as she awoken from her comatose state. she had been in a coma for a week now, and daddy had failed to leave his little girl. mommy didn't make it. and as she frantically looked around for her mother the story unfolded from the sobbing lips of her father. and they cried and hugged each other as he told her the events.
- supposedly an semi truck was coming toward them, just another route and another night. though the driver hadn't expected anybody to be on the desolate road, in all the years he had been driving he had yet to see one car pass him on the state road. so he had put the car into auto pilot and decided to catch a quick snooze in the back of his cab. though in the effects of happiness in the car, and the way the truck barreled toward the two, by the time mom looked up to see, the semi truck was beginning to plow into the front end of the small BMW. the driver was thrown and killed from the cab, and her mother was crushed in her seat belt. somehow Mel made it out without much problems. a compression fracture of her t-10 vertebrae, a broken arm and fractured ankle, and differing bumps and bruises throughout her body. but nothing hurt worse than the stinging pain of her mother's death.
- so they learned to cope, and Mel drew more into herself than she had before. the normal mystery shrouded with an intense pain within her pupils now. everywhere she looked she found reminders, and her chest ached for her best friend again. she wanted to see her face, hear her laughter, feel the warmth she radiated through her internal fire. she wanted everything back, but she was gone.
- tired of the sulking, daddy had to move the family. therefore Mel and her father recently relocated to summer set. a small town and absolutely no reminders of her mother other than her dog, and the memories she shared. Mel found it an new experience, something that she could take away. she could start over again, and she could live without the horroring flashbacks and terrible nightmares. though even a new town, a new house, a new school, new people couldn't take away the weight in her stomach that screamed. "it's your fault!"
i keep my head up high i know my plans
I DON'T SLEEP TIL IT'S LIGHT
alias -- tayy!
age -- fifteen
other characters? -- nope. pandora hemera alastor is also mine.
experience -- nine years
other -- i like tacos. :3
it's gotta last to build up your eyes
AND A LIFETIME OF RED SKIES
this here application was made by quinn, who is rather impressed with herself for making it. and therefore, it should not be stolen. however, if you ask her nicely she'll probably be so flattered by the idea that someone wanted to use it that she'll surely hand it over. lyrics by wolf parade.
