Post by Dayna Rose on Apr 14, 2009 0:01:48 GMT -5
How can you see into my eyes, like open doors.
Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb.
[/color]Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb.
[glow=red,2,300]The Real Dayna Rose.[/glow][/color][/center]
I'm 18 years old as of this very moment. Yet I'm turning nineteen on Friday, April 17th. :] Very exciting, I know. I live in Southern California. And I'd like to point out now, that the reason behind me using myself, my traits, my face, and my name for my character is simple. I have flaws as well as weaknesses. I know my flaws and I know how I would react to many things. Therefore I just tend to like using myself in forums rather then just long terms - because long terms end. Forums, I feel, last forever. But that's just me. (:
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold.
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
[glow=red,2,300]The Character of Dayna Rose.
[glow=black,2,300].History[/glow]
No one could seem to fix it. That cold, empty place in her heart where the memory of her childhood used to be. That was all taken away 5 years ago, when a deadly car accident in a small city in California had left her without a mother and a father, the only two people she really ever learned to trust. And over the next 5 years, she'd learned that she could trust no one. From a happy 14 year old girl to a near lifeless 19 year old woman, she had to find a place to reside. She needed to find a life. And she needed to find it before the darkness took her over. A darkness that had been hovering over her ever since she'd first heard word of the accident. So, with a rather forced smile, and a sparkless gleam in her eyes, she'd moved to Forks to begin a life. Secrets don't make friends, but there were some things she just needed to keep to herself.
Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark.
[/color][/center][glow=black,2,300].Appearance[/glow]
Black hair that reached just past mid-back, usually wavy if not straight. Side bangs across her right eye, and long layers. Like said, bright blue eyes. Or, at least when she was happy. Now they dulled to a greyish blue, not real friendly, but she tried, outlined in black with mascara on long lashes. Skin is rather pale, no sign of much sun, but some color remained. Light pink lips, sporting chapstick more then half the time. And an average frame, with slight muscle, a gymnist's body.
Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. Before I come undone. Save me from the nothing I've become.
[/color][/center][glow=black,2,300].Personality[/glow]
Tries to mask her anger and sadness as much as possible. She doesn't like to be an outcast, and usually adores making friends. But the only problem is she doesn't open up to people anymore as much as she'd like to anymore. Hopefully Forks could bring her a difference and change in attitude and that emptiness will subside.
