Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Sept 23, 2010 6:19:06 GMT -5
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Introduction[/font]
You know me as Gylfie Murdoch. The last name is my mother's. I chose my own given name.
As of now, I am fifteen years of age. My birthday falls on the third of January.
I am female.
I am human. With a touch of frog in me.
Appearance[/font]
This is my last school photo. This is my mother and I roughly... I don't know, three years ago?
Personality[/font]
Gylfie is a tomboy. She has the look, the manner and the personality.
She's fiercely competitive in her sport, secretly talented in music and writing, relaxed when it comes to impressing others, honest and opinionated, free. Basically, she's a passionate young girl trying to break off from the silly notions the other fourteen year old girls have.
Unlike most tomboy characters, she doesn't have a secretly soft side. She likes dirt. She likes mud. She likes climbing trees, throwing rocks at birds, exploring the forests with her guy friends. That's it. She's a tomboy and nothing else.
Her life aspiration is to be a farmer or a rock star. Preferably an explorer.
History[/font]
Gylfie was raised by a single mother (Valerie Murdoch) and two proud grandparents (Gerald Murdoch and Linda McCartney Murdoch). She never knew her father, but she's been told that he was a trashy drummer that promised Valerie Murdoch sweet nothings.
Her childhood has been fairly average. She is a major tomboy and - paired with her strange name - receives a lot of bullying. Luckily, she has plenty of guys willing to fight for their "awesomer not-as-strong-but-still-able-to-kick-ass" friend.
Upon hitting puberty, she started pulling away from her mother a bit more. She has the strongest desire for independence (as do most teenagers) and has even started sneaking out for her taste of freedom. Her worst act so far has been burning holes (with a cigarette) into old Mr Murray's prize-winning roses.
She regrets doing it, but won't admit that to anyone.
Dog[/font]
I have a puppy called Dog. He's a crazy little Mastiff with a mottled brown and black coat. His chest is white, as is his snout. He likes slobbering, snoring and chewing on tennis balls. I can't wait until he grows up! He might be as big as a horse!
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