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I just like this profile
• Username: Sergeant Fuzzy Wuzzy (At your service!)
• Name: Madeline Beaumont
• NickName: Maddie, Mad, Moose.
• Age: Nineteen and three quarters.
• Height: 5,9"
• Weight: Last time she checked she was 120.
• Likes:
~ Superheros/Comic books
~ Sharks
~ Rain, or snow.
~ Spiders
~ Sour things
~ Ice cream
~ Drawing
~ Music
~ Stuffed animals
• Dislikes:
~ Chewing gum
~ Posers
~ Fast Food
~ Awkward people
~ Hot things (Temperature)
~ Swimming
~ Bubbly drinks
~ Not wearing socks
~ Chocolate
• History:
Madeline was created in France, where two french students on a high school trip decided to do the deed. She was an accident, which Madeline really didn't mind. Everyone was an accident these days, or at least a majority of children were. Her mother wasn't very pleased to find out it was a girl, she wanted a little boy. But her father was happy to be having a child, he was in love with the thought of a little girl prancing around the house. When she was born, her mother had forgotten all of her past feelings, and realized that, boy or girl, Madeline would be the only child she ever had, and she would love her more then anything else in the world. She had passed the test easily, nothing wrong with her.
Madeline first realized there was something different about her when she could see colors, others couldn't see. It was called Synesthesia. She saw the words flow out of peoples' mouths. They came out in different colors. And names could be warm colors, where others would be cold and dark. Sounds, such as scratching your nails on a chalk board, made fire truck red lightning bolts. Where sighs made little puffs of colored smoke. She didn't mind her sickness, though no one knew about it. She didn't tell her mother, or her father, because they thought she was perfect in every single way, shape, and form. It was a secret, her secret, and she didn't plan on sharing it with anyone.
The girl didn't mind her secret, though sometimes she got extreme headaches that would put her close to the edge of insanity. Her parents would inquire about her, and how she got annoyed so easily when they spoke. As she grew up, she found her Synesthesia getting more and more aggravating. She wanted to be normal, she didn't want to feel insane anymore. She talked rarely to people unless she liked the color of their words, and their exasperated sighs. She found that people who spoke a color she didn't like would end up being an enemy. One of the people she loved talking to Ochianco. He had such a nice aura around him, something which was rare for her to find.
Madeline had become attached to Ochianco, who made her smile and who wasn't like everyone else out there. He was her best, and only friend. She remembered when she had first met him, he had been bullied by other kids at school. Vaguely she remembered telling them off, informing them of what might happen if they hurt anyone like that ever again, because truthfully it really wasn't going to help them anyway in the future. Though one thing she did remember, clear as mud, was kicking one of them where the sun doesn't shine. Being sent to the principals office wasn't anything new, and she was use to it. Madeline usually didn't give a s**t about others opinions on her. She was who she was, and that's that.
• Present: Madeline has managed to make a few new friends, without getting annoyed with them. She knows that Ochianco will always be her best friend, and with his help she maintains sanity. She got a job at a nearby cafe, figuring that cleaning off tables wouldn't be that bad, and it was simple, remembering peoples orders just from the color of the way it came out of their mouths. She goes to a college for her art, figuring that she might actually make a good profession in said subject. Sometimes she plays for the cafe she works at, showing them her piano skills, and how much she loves to play. Piano was something she picked up in the past month, but she's already advanced.
• Appearance: Madeline
• Attends: A nearby art school that's close to her apartment.
• Works At: A cafe
• Other: Though Madeline may seem tough, she's really breaking inside. She's like porcelain and she's getting closer to the edge. She's usually reclusive, due to her synesthesia. Though sometimes she may seem a little insane, Madeline is just a little peeved at her sickness, and wishes it would go away. She's quiet, unless she's around Ochiano, but will speak her opinion if asked too.
 Intoxicated Galaxies · Fri Dec 10, 2010 @ 03:06am · 0 Comments |
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