CARPENTER, rebecca dawn

[becca]

REBECCA ROSE CARPENTER !?

'I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothing right'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"Rawr! I'm Rebecca Rose Carpenter, but please, oh please just call me Becca. I hate Rebecca. It's so professional and blah! Yes, I much prefer Becca. I'm twenty-two, straight, and a faerie. Uh oh, did I spill that? Hope you're not human. On that terrible war, I'm on the light side because I think human's behavoir is so adorable. I also can't imagine them below me. Not going to lie, it would be fun to have servants, but I don't think I'd go as far as trapping. I think I'll stick to hiring once I get enough money. Maybe I'll join this really awesome club where they all have servants and I could get one for my birthday! Oh my god, I'm totally rambling. I'm super sorry. I had about three cups of carmel coffee before this interview so I'm only going slighty off the walls. WEEEE!!!!"

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"Awww, well tell the birdie thanks and that I luff him! You can't see it, but I'm making a heart with my hands. Um... I'm five foot four, built pretty lean, but I've got these manly arms. It's all the wrestling and fighting I do. You can't really notice until I flex like THIS. I know, sweet girl like me fighting is unheard of! Uh, getting off track. I have this really bright pink hair that has black or dark brown underneith it, but you can't define me like that because I am almost always constantly changing my hair. It's going to fall off by the time I'm thirty I swear. I have really dark brown muddy eyes that are highlighted by all the makeup that I swear. I wear so much. The beauty marks that you see are indeed real. I usually just take a marker and make it darker. Its usually a light brown color. That's my natural hair color. Icky brown. You'll always find some sort of accesory somewhere on me, mostly in my hair. Clips and tiara's are most popular. I don't want to make myself to be a slut with what I wear, but some of those clothes look way too cute on me to pass. Forever 21 has to be my favorite store in the world. If that just puts a perspective on my style of clothing.

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"Alright... lets make this part more colorful! I feel its so... black and white with some blue! How about I highlight my main points in hot pink? I love that color. I love really all colors. I also love cherries, strawberries, changing my hair color, guys, art, bands, my baby (the bass), my other baby (the slug bug <3), hyerpness, scary movies skirts, sunglasses, wrestling, nice teeth, fluffy things, alcohol, staring off into space, rock, alternative, indie, and hip-hop music, winning, video games, pirates, dirty jokes, my boys (my band) and letting out energy. Thats a long list, huh? Well I hate to tell you but my dislike list is near that... Sad day. I really don't like "dull moments, my most awful rotten temper, clingy needy people, country music, love stories, too much of a goody-two-shoe, my full name, books, sims (lamest game ever), not getting my way, complications, and people with no musical taste See, that wasn't too awful bad. Strengths... Lets see, I'm headstrong, fun, have both the extremes of a tomboy side and a girly side, I'm a pretty good flirt, I'm so fucking good at the bass, and I'm in good shape. Oh I have so many weaknesses though. Friends bringing the softie out of me, a tall handsome guy, guy holding flowers (I have no reason why... it just makes me want to tackle them). I have flaws, I know I do... I'm so super stubborn, I've got the most bipolar temper in the world, I tend to be super spoiled and self-centered... oops. Again, I really don't mean to be. It just happens.

I am the very two sided extremes. I'm a tomboy when it comes to video games and getting my hands dirty. I mean, I wrestle with my boys (that'd be my band. I luff my boys! More hearts!) and play rough when they ask for a fight. Girls that shreik breaking a nail really piss me off and I just want to punch them in the face and ask about their broken nail then. However, I do love pink, shopping, and a bunch of stuffed animals that are laying on my bed. You understand? I can be the sweetest gal you'd ever meet unless my temper goes. My temper can be pretty much triggered with anything. I'm the type to beat you up senseless but offering a hand to help you up. If I don't get my way, I tend to be a little aggrivated too. I'm spoiled, what can I say? Because of this temper of mine, I punch whenever someone says I don't like. Call me a bitch, I really don't care. Oh, punching things, that reminds me! I. hate. relationships. It'd be nice to have one, but I'm totaly focused on my band right now. On top of that, "I can't have kids. Oops... I just spilled my big dark secret! You won't tell anyone will you muffin? It doesn't matter now because of what I'm currently focused on, but later in life, when everyone else has kids, I'll be by myself... I knew I wanted kids some day. Guess not anymore. Well I don't know why I should get in a relationship because if they really come to like me and want to start a family, I can't give it to them... single is just better all the way around. Let's get off the emotional stuff, okay? I don't like it. Big girls don't cry. they seek revenge "

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"Okay, first of all, I really don't have a large family. My entire line of family generations have only had one kid. It's a curse, I think. I guess there are those on my mother's side, but quite honestly, we never talk to them. So I'm an only child. Boo for boring. This did mean I got everything that I wanted. That's where my spoiled and overpiles of stuff came from. Whoa, wait, maybe I should back up... my parents were adorable and fell in love and had me, first of all, and my dad hit bank on the lottery. This was all well and good at first except that he was never home. I got stuff to shut me up. Sometimes I do need a good slap in the face, but come on, that sucked! I wanted to see my dad and he wasn't there. My parents started fighting too, because she wanted him as much as I did. It still get through with him, bringing my mom jewerly and me a stuffed shark that was as big as I was. Well compared to his spending and.... yeah, his spending, we eventually ran out of money. All those people who want to tell me that love stories happen can forget it. My parents were adorable people and my dad got a little money and decided he wanted a ton of alone time. You'd also think that I'd be close to my mother because my father wasn't around, but I was too busy hiding in my room playing with my stuff. Though I was mad about it, his tatic worked extremely well. For some reason, she stayed with him after all those years.

You know how hard it is to go from rich to poor? Yes, that hard. I managed though. It's not like we had to sell all the stuff. Just put in storage for a while. The day I found out I couldn't get kids is when I went to the doctor for a pregnacy test (oops) and he told me I had some sort of.. infection? Ovary infection that happened when I was a kid and didn't realize it. I guess it doesn't matter now, but what will happen when I get older? Gah... Oh, I did forget to mention that I showed a brilliant talent in music. I could play guitar and bass like a fucking pro. It was my big dream to go in a band. In fact, I was even with a guy just for the thought that he was a fantastic player. I think I annoyed him away when I asked for him to play me to sleep every night, but I quickly got over that. He was an ass, but he was so talented that the part of him kind of went over my head. I'm not much for the sad sop love story. Love stories never make sense to me considering they never really happen. So when I saw a couple of others playing, I thought I'd hop in and being my social butterfly self, joined them. I live with the group. I'm tended to be labeled as a 'slut' because I live with a bunch of guys, but I swear, it's not like I sleep with any of them. Stupid rumors. Still, I try not to let them bother me. I'm perfetly happy with my life the way it is. "

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"It's Emilllyyy!!! Yes I know, applause. Prepare for just a little mini character spree just because I like to have more guys than girls... as weird as that sounds O.o I guess they'll be equal but having more girls is eventually going to end up seriously bothering me."

*points to Damon Ellis*.

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A C C E P T E D
Totally love her tehehe
Don't forget the claims!

[becca]

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[rs=2]	THE SPECIES BEFORE faerie Becca went into Manuka and found her little band of boys. Even though she wasn't the only girl, that was the easiest thing to call them. She basically went around Manuka and socialized with everyone she came across with. Crushes were developed, one nighters came and went. It was a pretty ordinary life until the day that Fletcher joined the band. She met him at a fisherman's pub in the upper state and found out they were so alike. Wonderfully alike. He was a ghost, but he was more alive than most people she had ever met. Very quickly, she fell hard for him. They cooked cookies and other baked goods all night. When they were done, they went to her room and she snuggled up to him. It wasn't long before Fletcher leaned down and kissed Becca, realizing he had liked her just as much. But in that instant, he disappeared into thin air, passing onto the next life. Becca opened her eyes and searched everywhere, but ended up spending the night crying under her bed. Since that point, she had become more ADD than normal. She was always a spazz but this time she was running around and trying to find every distraction she could think of. More hookups, drinking. One night she decided to go get some air and headed down to Wailman's Park only to be met by the radicals. Her best friend, Calan, was there and she fought hard to keep him safe, but was shot. Just before she died and the rest of the group escaped, a man came to save the last bit of her. A beautiful face. One that sang to her as she cast her lasting breath. THE SPECIES AFTER ghost After she took her last breath, Becca had expected to wake up in heaven. But she didn't. In fact, as she opened her eyes, she realized how much it looked like real life. Her hair was a little duller and her eyes not as bright. As she looked around, she realized she was also at the park where she died. Super confused and feeling as if this was some sort of mean trick, she laid down and looked around. She couldn't feel. Didn't have the need to breath or anything. She was dead certainly. There was also this hanging sadness she felt on her shoulders. Something she had never experienced before. Her clothes were the same minus all the blood and mess. She looked the same... but she felt completely different. It took her a while to realize she was a ghost. People looked right over her and someone sat on her, going straight through. She freaked out and jumped back with a scream but no one seemed to hear her. She knew Fletcher talked about coming back into solid figure, but she had no idea how. Becca tried and tried, but couldn't figure out how to do any of this. Since then, she has spend her time trying to get back into her solid figure to be noticed and be happy agian. Becca honestly has tried to be happy, but as she walks around, all she wants to do is cry. She doesn't know how to fix it. It's a helpless feeling. Becca feels... out of energy.
emily. original application

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