Post by Hanna Madison Carter on Jun 3, 2009 19:22:03 GMT -5
Hanna Madison Carter !
[/font][/center]Hanna is joining us from Texas. this eighteen year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on June 28. she/he's usually very caring, funny, smart and is really quite good at finding love. their problem is with listening. tsk tsk. welcome to LET LOOSE TOUR, hun.
full name: Hanna Madison Carter
celeb face: Kiki Kannibal
band&position: Damaged Scene Bassist
age: eighteen
likes: The band, Seth, Hot guys, smoking, drinking, fighting, tattoos, piercings, having fun, making out
dislikes: preps, jocks, guys trying to hard, not having a boyfriend, never getting married, never having kids, bullys, bitchs
personality traits:Compassionate, Quiet, Trusting, Understanding,, Dreamer, Friendly, Observant, Mature.
history:Low lights and grime. That’s how they met. Jason Carter and Joss Valentine, two low lives at one bar…shitfaced. Lovely right? Yeah, at the moment the stripper wanted drugs but the drug dealer wanted the stripper. It was all fun and drugs till the stripper got pregnant. Now, who said that this was going to be easy for the young lady? No one. No one helped her. The drug dealer left town as soon as he heard that he knocked up a stripper and that was the last she heard of him.
Did she care about him and his drugs? Nope… She didn’t. Surprising her co-workers she actually cared. There was a first for everything. So in the core of dirty Hollywood was born two kids. Hanna Carter and Blake Carter, twin sister and brother. Born on 6/6. Sweet right? Yeah right not so sweet for these two. Mom’s a stripper who was making just enough to get by. Their was a fucked up grimy drug dealer who never saw them or probably doesn’t even know their names. Yes, definitely sweet.
By the time the two kids turned eight. In people’s minds they already had their future mapped out for them. To fail at life and to became like their parents. Strangers passing the two children would pity them and feel sorry because they both had sweet faces but had been thrown into a horrible lifestyle. Did the two ever realize that they had it hard? Nope, they thought this was normal.
They were so young not to realize that they were living a fucked up lifestyle. The girl, Hanna as she grew older was the first one to start realizing that her family was broken. It all hit her when she turned eighteen. She had never fully understood why Santa brought her things that were cheaply made and brought from the dollar store or broken or why her mother went out every night and left her and her brother with some baby sitter and then brought home a different “uncle” every night. Soon it began to get to her. She wanted something better for her mother and brother.
Walking down the Strip at age eighteen, Hanna was looking for trouble. For such a young teen, she already had tattoos covering her body. She ran into a gang. They called themselves the Undead Army. The Undead Army was looking for a new member. Hollis seemed to meet their criteria. The five other group members seem to take Hanna in instantly. She had a gun and a pair of brass knuckles and a mask that made sure people knew she was one of them.
Hanna then left the Undead Army and joined the Band Damaged Scene, she's also the Bassist for the band. Hanna then meet Seth and the others that joined the band. Hanna joined the band Damaged Scene and became the Bassist for the band.
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hello! my name is Harley Hawthorne! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about 2 years years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are none yet. my time zone is 8:24. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
Harlot Vicious Sixx woke up in her bunk with a hell of a headache. She groaned loudly and closed her eyes again. The dark curtain that was supposedly to be slid in front of her bunk was slid away letting in light. She blindly reached out and slid it back to block out the light. She opened her eyes to total darkness. It sort of soothed her burning head. She was staring at the low ceiling and sighed. She could faintly see a picture of her brother. 'Too much to drink' his chiding voice chimed in her head. Her headache spiked and Harlot inhaled sharply. Hang overs were the worst for her. They might hurt like a pregnant dog for some people but they almost killed her. Her body started aching for drugs that would stop her ache in her body. It numbed her and thats how she wanted to feel right now.
'So numb' she thought and reached over her head where there was a small shelf. She grabbed a bottle of Advil. It would work for her headache. Right now she was trying to stay clean. Even though her body painfully ached for the stab of the needle in her arm that injected the liquid poison into her veins that slowly spread making her feel numb. This was on her mind constantly when she was not on stage playing music. Slowly the headache dulled enough for Harlot to slowly slide the curtain open. Her eyes adjusted to the light easily now. It wasn't too bright. But it was enough to spike her headache again. "d**n" She muttered with a tone of frustration. She swung her legs over the top of the side of the bunk. She let the dangle for a moment as she looked over her attire. The clothes from the day before. She jumped and landed lightly on the ground.
She turned to look at her suitcases and ran a hand through her hair. She sifted through her vast amount of clothing and stood up with a white polka dot top and a short plaid skirt. She also had ripped tights and her black heels. She walked into the bathroom and changed her clothing. She wiped off yesterdays make up and replaced in with black eyeliner and white glitter shadow. She painted her lips blood red and walked out of the bathroom, running a brush through her hair. She put her Minnie Mouse ears on top of her head and walked off the bus.
She stood outside and leaned against the bus. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra and took one out. She let it dangle from her lips as she grabbed a lighter out of the small pocket of her skirt. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The smoke filled her lungs and some of the ache disappeared. She kicked the dusty ground with her foot and sighed. Sometimes tour was boring.
'So numb' she thought and reached over her head where there was a small shelf. She grabbed a bottle of Advil. It would work for her headache. Right now she was trying to stay clean. Even though her body painfully ached for the stab of the needle in her arm that injected the liquid poison into her veins that slowly spread making her feel numb. This was on her mind constantly when she was not on stage playing music. Slowly the headache dulled enough for Harlot to slowly slide the curtain open. Her eyes adjusted to the light easily now. It wasn't too bright. But it was enough to spike her headache again. "d**n" She muttered with a tone of frustration. She swung her legs over the top of the side of the bunk. She let the dangle for a moment as she looked over her attire. The clothes from the day before. She jumped and landed lightly on the ground.
She turned to look at her suitcases and ran a hand through her hair. She sifted through her vast amount of clothing and stood up with a white polka dot top and a short plaid skirt. She also had ripped tights and her black heels. She walked into the bathroom and changed her clothing. She wiped off yesterdays make up and replaced in with black eyeliner and white glitter shadow. She painted her lips blood red and walked out of the bathroom, running a brush through her hair. She put her Minnie Mouse ears on top of her head and walked off the bus.
She stood outside and leaned against the bus. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bra and took one out. She let it dangle from her lips as she grabbed a lighter out of the small pocket of her skirt. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The smoke filled her lungs and some of the ache disappeared. She kicked the dusty ground with her foot and sighed. Sometimes tour was boring.
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