Post by Flanery Romani on Aug 26, 2009 21:32:39 GMT -5
SoCal! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Ashlyn and I've shot for the moon seventeen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via xxfauna.lover@yahoo.com (YIM).
Ktxbi.
They call me Ashlyn and I've shot for the moon seventeen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via xxfauna.lover@yahoo.com (YIM).
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Flanery Milana Romani
But Everyone Calls Me SoCal
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for nineteen years
The say I Am a great photographer
Ive Been Told I Look Like Megan Fox
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'6"
And I Weigh 115 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced A small, black tattoo under her right eye of a tribal flame. Two piercings in both ears.
They always say I look like Flanery has very tan, Italian skin and a toned structure. She is very active and has a nice, small set of abs on her lean stomach; hey, she worked for 'em for a while! Her hair is long and black, coming to the middle of her back. It's naturally curly-wavy. Her eyes are a golden brown with a ring of yellow around the pupil. Her favorite colors are red, black, and white and she is often seen wearing a red shirt with her family's crest and black shorts with matching black converse. She likes to go natural with her make-up but she can't stay away from spicing up those sparkling eyes! She has a nice, long torso and semi-long legs to match, which are only enhanced when wearing her shortie-shorts.
Despite all of these wonderful features, she does have a scar on her wrist in the shape of a crescent (from burning herself) and a few scars along her back. They run horizontally and stop about at the neck. She would never speak of which they came from and only wishes to forget that part of her past. Even though she has these small "changes in pigment" along her back, she wears bikinis and tank tops like they were never there. Her confidence is something that cannot be broken.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out The first thing you noticed about Flanery is her hair. It's very voluminous and silky. She tries her best to get it and keep it this way. And when she's at the beach, she loves to show off her rockin' bod that she worked so hard to achieve. Toning doesn't come easy you know!
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore long walks, swimming, the sun, warmth, autumn, bright colors, sexy boys, music, nature
I Abhor slobs, jerks, fakers, two-faced friends, clingy people
I Rock conversation; she starts it and ends it all the same, fighting; don't be fooled by her fragile looking appearance, she's a beast when push comes to shove, knowing people; she can tell exactly how a person is how they will react to certain situations just by studying their movements, the way they talk, etc.
I Suck emotional; her temper doesn't take long to activate and so she lashes out when she gets the urge to, don't take it personally.. unless it's meant to be. she is also known to go through a state of semi-depression where she just sits around thinking all day long. approval; she can't ever seem to be happy with what other people think about her, by no means does she go around pleasing everyone, she just wants to be accepted.
I Do a slight OCD problem; if something is out of place or uneven she has to fix it until she's happy, but she's working on just walking away and forgetting about it. beauty; she messes with her hair far to often, especially when she's talking to someone, she'll just sit there and run her fingers through it or brush it aside or fluff it up a bit. infinite thought process; she's always thinking of every possible situation that may occur in the moment that she's living, any disaster that could happen or anything.
I Want to be the best
I Fear sharks, deep, open water, pointy objects
I Shut up she was abused almost to the point of death by her ex which is the reason for her scars. she was found two days after he drugged her and did what he wanted. they never found him after that.
I am Flanery is a bit rough around the edges when you first meet her. She is pushy, arrogant, and loves her sarcasm. Despite her strong front, she has a soft spot deep inside her that only one person has seemed to tap into. The key to unlocking the chest her heart was set into is to get close enough to her to see who she really is, to respect her, to earn her trust. Once you have gained her trust, you have gained a lifelong friend who would die for you if need be. She gets annoyed quite easily, due to her short temper, and will snap your head off if you continue to annoy her. Most people tend to stay away from her because she can be so. . aggressive, but she doesn't really mean it, her emotions get the best of her. She knows that she is far from perfect and struggles to make herself stronger every day; to make sure that no one can knock her down and out like the last time.
Her past has taught her to trust no one, even the ones you believe are your friends and so she has come to be very cautious around others. She is also a very headstrong individual. When she has her mind set to something she won't quit until she achieves her goal, whether it be to win over someone's heart or just get what she wants in general. Very few have actually seen Flanery when she is broken down and in a very extreme emotional state, besides her temperamental side. She only gets this way when she is under extreme stress or if there is just too much going on at one time.
She loves to be very sarcastic around other people. It's quite entertaining. Whether she needs a good laugh for pissing them off or she just isn't in the mood. She is not very quick to make friends but she will tolerate someone who wants to talk to her often. Just because she is acquainted with someone doesn't mean she wants to be their friend. When in one of her strange overly-happy states, Flanery will step to any stranger and start speaking to them as if she had known them for years. Anyone that knows Flanery knows that her emotions and thoughts can go into reverse at a moments notice.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Alastar Romani & Milana Romani // 43 & 39
I Share My DNA With Felice Romani, Ravenna Romani, & Lauro Romani // 19, 20, 22
I Come From Forlì-Cesena, Italy
But I Live Here Now Pinewood
This Is Who I was Her story began nineteen years ago in Forlì-Cesena, Italy. She was born on May 11th and grew up in the same city. She grew up all around Italy as her parent's jobs were always changing locations. After a few years of moving every year and a half, she had gotten used to the feeling of actually having no place to call a "home". Her siblings seemed alright with the same fact, but Flanery wanted to keep going. It was as if the urge to travel was coursing through her veins, with every heartbeat came another desire to see the world.
When she turned seventeen she found this lovely native Italian boy like herself, though he was a few years older, and left her home to travel with him and his band. As she continued to travel with him all over Europe, she began to see the real side of him starting to reveal itself. He began to drink more and more after every show and the guy she once thought she knew was gone and he wasn't coming back. But she had no place left to go, no way to get back home, so she stayed with him and tolerated his behavior. It wasn't until he lost control one night and took it too far. He drugged her up, beat her around a few times and left her out on the streets. She was found some days later and brought back home, but her family feared the worst. They had been getting strange letters in the male from an anonymous sender.
Flanery and her twin sibling were sent to America for safety. Her twin came along to keep her line and to make sure she was alright in this new place. Flanery loved it, all of the new sights and places to go. But she instantly fell in love with Pinewood. Just a glance sent her whirling into a daydream of a new life here and how perfect it would be. They found a place in the town and have lived there ever since. She speaks with her family back in Italy as often as she can, but she doesn't always get to.
Even though she and her brother live in the same house they hardly see each other, both of them are always running about and barely have much time to talk until it's too late in the night. Flanery hopes that their relationship will get better as their new life here dies down a bit, but for now, she's just going to have to endure it.
This Is Who I am it's turning around for the better
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight
I Love shaggy hair, bright eyes, muscles, cologne
I Loathe bums
Maybe I loved all the wrong ones
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude! :]
I Am Awesome I would like to say that my death was quick and painless just for the hell of skipping the whole story behind it, because I know that a lot of wolves would be stupid enough to ask, but I will not tell a lie. I had destroyed the mindset that had controlled my sanity for so long when I found out what he had done to me. My fragile heart couldn't bear the sight of him and his 'family'. I normally don't blame others for my own wrong doings, but he.. he was the one who had unleashed the rage and insanity that was hidden within me. Hell, it's hidden deep within everyone, some choose to embrace it while others choose to keep it locked away. That lock was broken not long ago inside of me. Adrenaline pumped through me as I felt waves of numbness and tiny tingling crawling under my skin. I wanted revenge and I was going to get it. I was going to make him suffer for everything he did to me. The lies he wove, oh how I despise liars, they all burn in Hell as I speak.
My sights were first set on his lovely little black whore. She had gone off to hunt while the pups were playing with their father. I silently followed her until she had stopped to get a drink of water. A painful cry escaped her vocals only a moment before my jaws snapped down on her windpipe. As soon as I came I had finished my first task, her blood stained my pelt and ran into the creek, swirling like clouds in the slow moving water. I rushed towards the open meadow where the pups had been playing to find that he, their father, was gone. Ah, so my plan was working wonderfully now. I thought deviously. All of the pups were sleeping in the den peacefully. I did not care to end their lives in a horrid way, the quicker, the better it was for them. So I finished them all in one swipe with my paw against the rocky wall behind them.
You may call me the spawn of satan himself, but I don't give a damn. What I did was my own way of dealing with things and if you think you could have handled it better then go ahead and tell me off. Soon after I had finished off his pups he came back with a small group of males at his back. They all snarled viciously as they surrounded me. I didn't care, they could kill me if they wanted, I was going to accept their punishment because my job here was done. My once lover was now left with nothing and no one, only limp bodies to mourn over for a long time now. A crazed grin befell my face as they leaped at me and I laughed as they tore me limb from limb, hiding the pain that I felt and the terror of it all. I didn't want him to think I had second thoughts about what I did and I didn't. I kept up my little show as they finally ended my torment and snapped my spine. Everything went black.
I awoke some time later, I felt a bit sore and strange. I stood to find that my ripped up body was still decaying on the ground I was now standing on and the form I was in now was ghostly and pale, much in contrast to my previous behavior. My pelt had lightened significantly and my eyes were a much brighter green now. I soon discovered that I could fade in and out, becoming totally invisible and completely normal, until you walked through me. I spent my days wandering around my old homelands, often times visiting my parents in the night and whispering things to them as they slept. I told them of my death and what I had done before leaving them for good. I even thought of seeking out Akimitsu, that two-timing bastard, and haunting him until the day he died. But it would just be a waste of my time, I figured that he was still in pain from what had happened.. days/weeks ago? My travels brought me here to Courage where I seek nothing at all but a little fun and some peace of mind. Heh, kind of hard when you've lost your mind.
My ghostly white-grey form could hardly be seen as I sauntered up through the mountains. The deep blue-black night sky and the white stars stuck out boldly against the moonlit surface of the mountain face. I kept walking until I found myself a deep cavern, it was silent up here and unoccupied. I laid myself down near the front of it, my form fading back to look like I was a mortal wolf. No one could tell the difference until the touched me anyways. I lifted my head slightly and allowed a short, painful cry to leave my muzzle before lying down again and closing my eyes, just wanting to get on with this endless life.
