Post by Denali Evelin on Jan 14, 2009 20:59:06 GMT -5
[/color][/left][/font]Denali
ISN'T A PRINCESS;
Baby Denali was naive got lost 17 times.
» This Ain't Hollywood;
The birth Certificate Reads Denali Evelin
That's what they call me Dane, Eve
Don't dare you call me Den, DD
Been on this d**n world 17
They always say I look like Kimberly (season 5 of America's next top model)
»I Was A Dreamer;
I stand tall 5'7"
Don't ask me this 136
Holes and Ink Navel, ears, labia, lower back tattoo
I stand out Red hair and height
This is me Her eyes seem to display her past, besides eyes are the windows to the soul. They are an enchanting mix of ice blue with gray flects. Often they are gentle and heartwarming. The only mishap to her optics is a long gagged scar running across the bottom on her right eye.
Dane is pretty much a carbon copy of her father. They share the same icy fiery red hair. She cuts it pixie like then spikes it into sharp points, or leaves it to lay flat and messy.
Her face is chisled with high cheek bones, with a slight downward arch in her lips and a crook in her nose. She stands tall at about 5'7" and adores wearing heels to make her even taller. Perhaps even to mock the shorter population.
»Holding On, Days Dragged On;
Ugh Liers, hipocretes
Yeah partying, being loved, old music
Not so good keeping secrets
Go me outgoing, having fun
Eeep! bugs, natural disasters
Yeah, baby horses, vanilla perfume, blue eyes
All together The one word that often is used to describe Denali is a bit spazistic. If you are honest and happy with your self, you and Denali should get along just fine. Her voice is girlie and calm. She can be somewhat tempestuous at times only if you piss her off which in usualy never.
Every girl can be a flirt right? Dane is not a shy person. She takes pride in annoying or flirting even people she bairly knows just to see their reaction. Probly anybody could get along with her. She has a soft spot for children but is slightly discusted by the elderly.
She does keep a grudge. You have to have a reason for everything or else nothing makes sence to her. And if you make her mad, dont try to make it up. Only rairly will she forgive you. Mabye she is a hanis b**ch but isnt everybody at times?
»Happy Endings, Now I Know;
Don't fight family Jackie Royal (mother)- Computer programer, Tanner Evelin (father)- retired cattle breeder
But fight siblings Mac Evelin (brother)- teacher
Born and raised Flordia
Blast from the past She was born and raised for part of her life in Canada until it got too bitter for her to handle. In Canada she breed and shown cattle with her mother. But when the tragic death of her mother happened, she stopped showing and all of the cattle gratefully followed their mistress.
With her father, she moved to the sunshine state of Flordia when she was about 17. There she finished school and studied to be an part time horse artist and is going to go to collage to get a degree in medicine. Her time is spent at River's Edge Riding Academy riding her beloved arabian Maya.
»Lead Her Up The Stairwell;
Before here None really major
Yes Humbleness, knowledge (not nerdy!)
No rude, controling, stink
I like both
Stay with me forever broken by Dylan
»This is a fairytale;
Password PASSWORD ACCEPTED [-Rain]
This is how I RP
Of corse she knew the hay loft was off limits, why would she be up there if she didn't? Besides it it only held hay, what was so secretave about it? It was a dewy cloudy day and everybody was out on trails or sleeping the day away.
A tall slender silhouette appeared in the entrance to the forbidden loft. Her vintage men’s Anderson Bean cowboy boots clicked across the dusty barn floor as she made her way to a pile of hay. Devyne wore a simple ensemble of dark wash jeans and a black leather jacket. Sighing she slumped down in the pile as brown hair swirled around her heart shaped face. Slowly Devyne brought out a crumpled piece of paper from her back pocket.
What the hell, she snapped to herself and threw the crumpled paper at the barn wall. It wasn’t her fault that Jack cheated was it? She was the mockingbird in the relationship and she has been shot. Grumbling she turned over, ignoring the paper. It was a love letter, his last letter before he went to serve in the army and been killed then mutilated. And the worst of all, she wasn’t even allowed to lay one beautiful honey optic on his bloody body. That’s what hurt the most. Sometimes Devyne even thought he was still out there, in battle and he wanted an excuse to stop writing or to push her beautiful idea from his head.
A tear rolled down her cheek and lingered at the corner of her nose then finished its journey across her chiseled jaw.
Create riot, is all I do, I blame my b**chy self, exclaimed Devyne. She pulled herself up and walked over to pick up the paper but stayed to listen for any movement in the hay, perhaps a mouse or snake. Scooping up the paper Devyne went back to the pile and slumped again but this time bumping her head against the wall and making another bale of hay fall from the storage upstairs. Ow! God ow!
Ok somebody must have heard that, even if they were outside, on the other side of the barn. She opened the note carefully as to not smear his curvy cursive. It read:
Devyne
I will always love you with all my heart. Please don’t be mad at me for what I did. I promise to write everyday and send a piece of me with, even if it’s simply my love to you. I will always wait for you, so take your time. There is an empty place in my heart and I will think about you every day while im gone. Take care. And be sure to take care of Ren for me.
At war, Jack
It was simple math, he lives, Devyne hates his guts, and he dies, she falls irrevocably in love with him? But it doesn’t really have to be like that.
This time Devyne was sure she heard footsteps. Clear footsteps, and not just one person, a horse as well. Her heart skipping, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the other side of the loft and hid behind a wooden wing out of sight. Inhaling she scanned the area and noticed the letter laying in the pile. Her jaw dropped and her tear stained cheeks turned red in fright.
I need hay for my pretty baby. A voice outside the gate exclaimed. Great. Devyne was doomed, all she could do was shove her fist in her mouth and wait.
A tall slender silhouette appeared in the entrance to the forbidden loft. Her vintage men’s Anderson Bean cowboy boots clicked across the dusty barn floor as she made her way to a pile of hay. Devyne wore a simple ensemble of dark wash jeans and a black leather jacket. Sighing she slumped down in the pile as brown hair swirled around her heart shaped face. Slowly Devyne brought out a crumpled piece of paper from her back pocket.
What the hell, she snapped to herself and threw the crumpled paper at the barn wall. It wasn’t her fault that Jack cheated was it? She was the mockingbird in the relationship and she has been shot. Grumbling she turned over, ignoring the paper. It was a love letter, his last letter before he went to serve in the army and been killed then mutilated. And the worst of all, she wasn’t even allowed to lay one beautiful honey optic on his bloody body. That’s what hurt the most. Sometimes Devyne even thought he was still out there, in battle and he wanted an excuse to stop writing or to push her beautiful idea from his head.
A tear rolled down her cheek and lingered at the corner of her nose then finished its journey across her chiseled jaw.
Create riot, is all I do, I blame my b**chy self, exclaimed Devyne. She pulled herself up and walked over to pick up the paper but stayed to listen for any movement in the hay, perhaps a mouse or snake. Scooping up the paper Devyne went back to the pile and slumped again but this time bumping her head against the wall and making another bale of hay fall from the storage upstairs. Ow! God ow!
Ok somebody must have heard that, even if they were outside, on the other side of the barn. She opened the note carefully as to not smear his curvy cursive. It read:
Devyne
I will always love you with all my heart. Please don’t be mad at me for what I did. I promise to write everyday and send a piece of me with, even if it’s simply my love to you. I will always wait for you, so take your time. There is an empty place in my heart and I will think about you every day while im gone. Take care. And be sure to take care of Ren for me.
At war, Jack
It was simple math, he lives, Devyne hates his guts, and he dies, she falls irrevocably in love with him? But it doesn’t really have to be like that.
This time Devyne was sure she heard footsteps. Clear footsteps, and not just one person, a horse as well. Her heart skipping, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the other side of the loft and hid behind a wooden wing out of sight. Inhaling she scanned the area and noticed the letter laying in the pile. Her jaw dropped and her tear stained cheeks turned red in fright.
I need hay for my pretty baby. A voice outside the gate exclaimed. Great. Devyne was doomed, all she could do was shove her fist in her mouth and wait.
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