CREPSKY, MORGAN ILANA ~DONE~

[Morgan Ilana Crepsky]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; height: 500px; width: 500px; border: 0px;] Name: Morgan Ilana Crepsky Age: twenty Gender: female Orientation: bisexual Member Group: band-my zombie lover(lead vocals) Face Claim: Ash Costello Hometown: Likes: singing, roller coasters, messing around, math, flirting, smoking, drinking, reading Dislikes: preppy girls, jocks, overly happy people, heavy drug usage, animals Secrets: used to shoot heroine, used to do crack, Dealing with Depression Personality: Quite honestly, Morgan is a fucked up individual. Because of home problems, she has a very low self-esteem, low confidence outside of her singing, and is currently dealing with bouts of depression, which are not too severe. She has a tendency to be either very shy or cynical, depending on whether or not she has taken her medicine. With out her medicine, she becomes very introverted and will hole herself up somewhere looking for solitude or she will start drinking heavily. Sadly, these times are when she also writes her best songs so she will deliberately not take her medicine. On her medicine, she is noticeably more talkative but she has a tendency to be sarcastic and cynical at times. Once you get to know her, though, she is generally friendly but she's still scared of getting close to people. After a while, she will actually open up and accept whoever it is as a friend. She also gets very aggressive and defensive when antagonize or provoked. On stage, its like she has a different personality. She becomes outgoing and practically feeds off the crowd as she sings. She becomes vibrant and high-energy, running around the stage as she performs. This stems, mostly, from the fact that she does not want her fans to see that she is not what she expects. That also plays into another side of her personality: while she is not a pushover, she hates disappointing people she likes. Family Members: Jennifer Crepsky, female, 51, in prison, mother Alric Crepsky, male, 55, bar owner, father Jed Crepsky, male, 23, tattoo artist, brother History: Since she could remember, her family had also lived just above the poverty line, which her mom didn't like. The lady had never worked a day in her life so it was mainly up to Alric, the father, to make all the money. He was hardly home as the result of working 3 jobs, and sometimes, 4 to keep the family stable. However, Jennifer usually spent the excess money on alcohol and drugs. Then, once she was high and/or drunk, she would take out all her frustrations on the kids, emotionally and physically. Often times, Jed would try to protect his little sister but he wasn't able to all of the time. Alric was unaware of what was happening until he came home early one day and saw her beating their fourteen-year-old daughter. Not long after that, Morgan was in the hospital and Jennifer was hauled off to court. Because of her upbringing, Morgan often has trouble with women more than 10 years older than her, not to mention her depression and emotional scars. As the children got into their teens, Jed was home less than he would have liked in order to help his father pay for the bills. When he found out that Morgan had to be sent to the hospital, he rushed there and became very protective of his little sister. He worked on getting her help for the emotional abuse and the depression but nothing seemed to help. His and their father's efforts to stop her drinking and smoking habits were futile. A few weeks after she turned 18, the two men received a phone call that she had been admitted to the hospital. She had nearly died from an overdose of heroine, not to mention the high levels of crack found in her system. They found out that Morgan had been doing the drugs since she was 15. She went through two years of rehab and was declared clean at the age of twenty. However, her drinking and smoking did not go down. They were pleased to note that she had started taking medicine for her depression and that she was channeling herself through music instead of self-destructive tendencies. While in rehab, she had started writing and performing her own songs. Back in the real world, she began performing at her father's bar before she was noticed and asked to sing for My Zombie Lover. Alias: gala Experience: 6 years How'd you find us? TSGO Sample: Kayla threw pillow after pillow at the wall but with little satisfaction. The Brit was frustrated, angered, annoyed, something along those lines or maybe a mix of all that. She was new, she understood that, but that didn't give people the right to ask why she'd get pissed off when a certain name got dropped or when someone would make an off-handed comment about what was going on and a certain name up. She growled and reached for another pillow to throw only to find she had none left. With a glare, she grabbed her keys, lighter, and cigarettes then proceeded to leave her tour bus, not caring where she went as she lit up a smoke. A few minutes later, she looked at where she was and realized that her feet had brought her to her personal hair styling station backstage. Whenever she was stressed, she'd come here because it was familiar to her. Whether it was styling others' hair or having her own styled, the idea of the stylist's station was comforting. After all, it had been a part of her life for seven years now. Running her hand along the leather seat, she spun it around and sat in it with a huff. She lit another cigarette and took a heavy drag. Kayla glared at the mirror from the chair, deep in thought about the tour. The tour itself was fun, probably the most fun she'd had since her modeling days. However it was the whispers and words so carelessly thrown about that had her gritting her teeth every day. She had hoped never to so him again, never wanted to see him again, since everything fell apart when she was sixteen. Her fists clenched. She had a good thing going here. How dare he show up when she was getting her life in order. Standing up, she threw her cigarette down and stomped it out while she grabbed the nearest object and threw it at her mirror. ~couldn't resist using one of kayla's posts ('tis familiar, no? ;p)~

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