Post by LILITH MARIE MANDELA on Aug 4, 2011 12:33:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; padding:10px;] ignore this here[/s*tyle][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:200px; height:300px; overflow:auto; vertical-align:top;][style=background-color:#010101; font-family:courier new; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; line-height:95%; padding:2px; text-align:center;]lilith m. mandela, twenty, local, teal kelly , ♚ the inside |
traits: outgoing, honest, friendly., protetive, stubborn, faithful, convivial, generally optimistic, temperamental, belligrent when upset
aspirations: lilith just wants to live day by day
fears: spiders and anything like that
personality: me? why and the fuck would you really want to know about me? ... i guess i can tell you, though i'm not sure if i'm exactly accurate on this info. well, my friends usually say i'm a pretty friendly and outgoing person. i love having fun, it's something that makes me actually want to wake up in the morning in this horrid fucking world we live in. parties, doing drugs, all that is my scene baby and i wouldn't do it without my best bud. i'm protective over all my friends. what right does someone have to come and push them around? that's right, they don't. i'm the type who if one of my friends is going through a rough patch they can come chill with me in my apartment and shit like that.. i don't mind the company, though i do get a bit nervous around some guys, cept carol. i know he would never hurt me.
another thing about me is that i'm going to be honest with you. sure, it may come off as being blunt, but that's just me. i ain't gunna sit there and lie to you, especially if your my friend. sometimes the truth hurts, baby, but if it's what has to be said than it's what has to be said. some of my bad qualities? well i'm very stubborn. it's lilith's way or the highway for the most part. sometimes i know i might be wrong, but who the fuck cares? it's what i think, my opinion, and hardly anyone is gunna change it.. cept maybe tommy sometimes, but rarely. i've also been known to have a bad temper, and when you piss me off well.. i feel bad for you. i've been fighting all my life and well usually the person on the other end of my bad temper is screwed. so ya, i'm pretty belligerent, or hostile for your dumbfucks who don't know what it means. when i get upset or angry i'm always like that, which sometimes it can lead to me lashing out on the wrong person and may lead to me having suicidal tendencies.
so, it was nice to talk to ya, i'll be going now..
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]♚ the past
hometown: salt lake city, utah, usa
relatives: steven mandela [prison], melina mandela[dead] and tommy mandela[21]
history: ugh your back again? why do you keep asking me these dumb ass questions? now you want to know about my past? why should i tell you?... good point, i guess i don't mind. well, all this started when some rat bastard named steven mandela, an immigrant that recently came from mexico, met and fell in love with a waitress named melina smith. both were so young, yet so in love and they quickly were married and lived in a one bedroom apartment in salt lake city, utah. both worked hard to keep an upkeep and it wasn't even a year later that they gave birth to a baby boy, my older brother tommy. apparently my mom had strong genes, as both of us didn't even look like we were part mexican, save the last name and our father you could hardly tell at all. well, the couple had a bit of financial troubles they were going through at the time. and when it looked like things couldn't get worse, melina became pregnant again, this time with me. well, somehow my father managed to get a promotion, so the couple now had practically twice the amount of money they had before coming in, so all became well in the family.
i was born on september ninth and my mother died on september sixteenth. she was driving home from work and got hit by a drunk driver. well, my father was in dissarray. sure, at that age i did not realize how much it had hurt him to lose someone so precious. after my mother died he moved us here to chicago, where i would grow up. when i was six i became friends with a boy named carol at school and ever since we have been friends, actually. he was there when my father began drinking and abusing me.. he was my shoulder to cry on when i needed it. i never told him exactly what happened then, though i did eventually after my father was arrested.. yup, that is right, daddy dearest was arrested when i was fourteen. i finally told my brother everything that had happened after my father raped me and accidently got me pregnant. i didn't have the baby, of course, my dad made me get an abortion. he was sentenced to 35 years in prison and it seemed ever since those 35 years were going by so fast. i moved in with my brother and soon began experimenting with drugs, specifically weed and cocaine.
carol and i began going out to parties, getting wasted and that became a priority. i dropped out of school when i was sixteen, a junior, and got a job as a waitress, mostly just to pay for my addiction. then he died of an overdose and i tried to give up the stuff, though it failed. now, if that's all you want, i've got to go.
naomi -- fourteen -- 3 years -- mmmm, tacos[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
