Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 9:55:26 GMT -6
Morgan Gertrude Tyne
Full Name:
Morgan Gertrude Tyne.
Nicknames:
None.
Age:
Seventeen.
Gender:
Female.
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Birthplace:
San Jose, California.
Occupation:
Photographer.
Orientation:
Straight.
Status:
Single.
Social Status:
Artsie.
Height:
5'6.
Weight:
110 lbs. A bit underweight for someone of her heighth.
Personality:
Independent. Shy. Thoughtful. Mature. Indecisive. Sad.
Independent--
Yes, another broken one, she was kicked out of her house at fifteen and has been living on her own since then. She doesn't make much on her photographer's salary because she's young and only has so many friends who get married and need a cheap photographer for the wedding. Now that she's bunking in the Rosewood dormatories, all she needs to worry about is getting the grades to graduate early.
Shy--
She never really developed the social skills needed to function smoothly in the real world. In fact, she hardly talks to new people at all. She's at a new school this year and it's going to be difficult for her. She cherishes the friends she has now and literally mourns the loss of one, since she has so few. She's the kind of girl that blushes.
Thoughtful--
She thinks long and hard about how she comes off to people. She's always thinking something, even when you ask what's on her mind and she replies with, "Nothing." She cares a little too much what people think about her, and spends a lot of time considering ways she can make herself appear better than she is.
Mature--
She knows she's too young to have seen and done the things she has. She understands when she isn't mature enough to handle something, which in turn is what makes her mature for her age. She wishes she didn't understand the things she does, but she can't help it. She learned long ago about the real world- it was cruel then, but she can handle it now.
Indecisive--
She can very easily collapse under the pressure of having to make a decision. Anything further than what she should eat for breakfast tends to get her. She takes an incredible amount of time getting ready in the morning- most of that time spent picking out her clothing for the day.
Sad--
She cannot help but be a generally sad person. She craves stability, and safety. So much in her life was dangerous, that now she can't necessarily function without being able to feel safe and protected, and knowing that any relationships she builds are stable enough to hold her weight of depression, as annoying as it may be.
History:
Childhood--
The first nine years of her life were pretty rough. She lived with her mom and her mom's boyfriend (Stan) in a small apartment in San Jose. They moved around from there, which never allowed Morgan to stay in the same school for too long. She lived in California, Washington, Florida, Alabama, and now she's back to California all by herself. Her mom would abuse her constantly, and sometimes Stan would, too. She was used to wearing long-sleeves in the summer time. Despite the few teachers who noticed something was wrong, nobody tried to help so her abuse was never stopped.
Preteen--
By the time she was ten, Stan's abuse had turned sexual. It made even her still-violent mother sad, but she couldn't do a thing about it. Stan was bigger and stronger, not to mention way more violent. It wasn't until she was twelve that Morgan understood why her mother never tried to stop him- she would have gotten murdered for it. For a while, she experimented with an attitude; she would talk back to her mother and Stan with nearly everything they said to her. It didn't take long before they both ganged up on her and wrecked the girl so bad she should have been hospitalized. That was the end of her experiment with attitudes.
Teenage--
At thirteen, the abuse hadn't stopped, and Stan came up with his new favorite pastime. He would take Morgan out for long drives in the Alabama woodlands. The drive would be completely silent until he would point out the window and say, "You see that ditch right there?" as he slowly drove by, "I could kill you and throw you in that ditch and nobody would ever find you." At fourteen years old, Morgan tried to run away but was caught by a police officer. ((READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED)) Unfortunately for her, he was just as bad of a man as her step father was, and he didn't care about helping her like he said he did. Morgan willingly got into the car and gave him her home address amd mentally prepared for the beating she would recieve when she got home.
What she didn't prepare for was what happened next. "Oh, that was my street," She said, as the cop drove straight past it. He stayed silent, and a pit of intuition grew in her stomach. "Did you hear me?" She asked, so quiet it was almost a whisper. The cop told her he would take her home, bu first she had to do him a favor. She had recieved two forms of abuse that day; physical from her mom and Stan, and sexual from the cop.
When she was fifteen years old, she was kicked out of the house. It was fine by her, she was actually happy about it. The first thing she did was hitch a ride with a genuinely nice woman (for a change) who drove her all the way to California. And now that she's back, she has a goal to reach. She wants to get out of high school fast and be an adult already- but it will be a little difficult to put the past behind her.
Other:
The story of her life was written by Bright Eyes in the song Lua--
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actors west side loft
Supplies ae endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
Get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window refelection
The mask I polished in the evening by the morning looks like shit.
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me, I'm not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...
Secret:
She's got a pretty serious case of bulemia.
