Post by moxie starr kayde on Nov 12, 2012 21:59:19 GMT -4
[atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; height: 600px; width: 450px; border: 0px;] Name: Moxie Starr Kayde Age: twenty Gender: female Orientation: straight, Member Group: fallen so surrender Face Claim:lights bokan Hometown: venice beach, california Likes: sleeping, piano, the band, sushi, comic books, tattoos, video games, world of war craft, Dislikes: hangovers, bad rap, reality tv, getting sick, people arguing, Secrets: ran away from home after she found out her dad was a serial killer. suffers from narcolepsy and uses coke to keep her awake. Personality:
Family Members: nicole kayde, female, deceased, mother samuel kayde, male, 46, serial killer History: Born on June fifth was the adorable Moxie Starr Kayde, with dark brown eyes and brown hair. The baby was adorable and Nicole and Samuel Kayde couldn't be happier. Of course, Nicole thought that Sam was just a bartender and never knew what he was really. They had gotten married just a year before after meeting in the bar he worked at. It was perfect for her and she had a perfect little daughter. Growing up in Venice Beach was wonderful and Moxie had a good life, until her parents started to realize that she was falling asleep every where. They took her to the doctors and they told the couple that their daughter had narcolepsy. Nicole was distressed, hoping that she would grow out of it but of course, they put her on medication that made Moxie a strange kid. In school, she never really had any friends to help with that, Samuel decided to have her play a instrument, she picked piano and started playing when she was eight. Since then, it's her favorite instrument. Over the years till she was eleven, Nicole started to get more and more overbearing towards Moxie, who was growing up to be a odd person. Her father with his secret tried to get her to understand that it was her disease that made her like this and that her mother still loved her. Still, the young girl kept to her music and studies. When she turned seventeen her mother had been trying to send her off to her sister's. Why? Because she found out who Samuel really was. Samuel found out and ended up killing Nicole. Moxie came home to see most of it and took off for Ohio, where she met the band and they needed a piano player and with that she joined the band. After the band, she found out about how she could start taking coke to keep her awake, which she has been doing since and tries to hide it from the band. Alias: scoutt Experience: five How’d you find us? advert, Sample: JShe was trying to go to sleep early. Actually, with being up all night. Going to sleep early was a good idea for Moxie. But she was too awake for that. The endless amount of energy she had kept her up. She ended up tossing and turning in bed and staring at the clock. A frustrated growl left her lips as she sat up and ran a hand through her jet black hair. "Well fuck this." She whispered quietly as she looked around the dark room and pulled off the covers and stood up from her bed, scratching the tattoo on her stomach. Scrunching up her nose, Moxie pulled on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. She wasn't going to get dressed up to get drunk. Moxie was too fucking lazy to work on her appearance. She just wanted to drink so she could go to sleep. It was ridiculous that she had to even drink to sleep. Pulling on a pair of boots, Mox looked at the clock and sighed, meaning she was not going to bed till late if it was nine right now. "Whatever" She sighed, grabbing the keys to the motorcycle she decided on instead of a car. Maybe because she was a rebel...or because she just didn't care for a car. She had one, it was parked at the school but she wanted the motorcycle more. So her parents kept it at the house they rented near here in case she wanted to switch them out. She hadn't and it had been a few months since she got the bike. Leaving the dorm and walking down the hall quietly, Moxie took out her phone and shot random texts to people, hoping someone would answer to entertain her for the night. She slipped it back into her pocket and left the building, walking out to the bike and getting on it, revving the engine and backed out of the parking space and headed towards the night club, the wind whipping her hair out of her face as she got there in record time, surprised at her own speed and parked the bike, digging out the fake I.D that she had brought. It took three minutes for her to flash her I.D and get to the bar. There was a beer in her hand in no time and she stood off to the side, watching people. |
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