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Megan Winston

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a character in “The Things That Go Bump In The Night”, as played by Unoriginal Mess

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Name
Megan Winston, no middle name was given. She doesn't have many nicknames, though a few people will sometimes call her Meg as a pet name, and her mother used to call her Maggie.

Age
Nineteen years of age, she just left school last year. Her birthday is March 19th.

Face Claim
Kirsten Prout.

Species
Newly-turned Vampire.

Sexuality
Heterosexual.

Job
She works at the local hotel as room service & clean up duty, as well as helping out in other areas of the hotel on particularly busy nights.

Appearance
Megan stands at 5'5, probably considered average for a girl for her age, maybe shorter. Being a slim girl with little muscle to speak of, she weighs a measly 113lbs. She would definitely not be one with an athletic build, with a strong aversion with anything to do with sports, the only reason she hasn't picked up weight is due to her fast metabolism. She has curves, though they're not her prominent feature. Her skin would be considered pale, but though she burns, it often fades to a tan afterwards. Instead of being covered in freckles, Megan just tends to have one or two in random places, though they're very dark. Her eyes are green, though can sometimes look blue, and she often wears heavy eye make up, giving the false impression that she has large eyelashes.

Her large, pink lips are usually twisted into a smile, forming dimples on her rosy cheeks. The thing that she would consider her favourite thing about herself, and the thing she gets the most compliments on, is her hair. It's naturally wavy, though you wouldn't be able to tell, as she's straightened and curled it so many times it's a miracle it hasn't burned to a crisp under all the heat. A natural brunette, she has been dying her hair blonde since she arrived in Intimsake, and she can often be spotted with brown highlights running through it.

As for style, Megan does have a girly fashion sense. Her wardrobe includes things such as sundresses, cardigans and flats. During the summer evenings, she can often be spotted with a pair of shorts and a plain tee, often sported with a cardigan. Though her style is considered girly, she doesn't always dress as such, and can often be found in some skinny jeans, converse, and a leather jacket. Accompanying this, one of her favourite clothing items would probably be graphic tees. When out, she likes to dress up, and is almost always found in heels. She is also not afraid to wear something short, though she wouldn't consider this a way to catch attention, it is simply if she sees something she likes she will wear it, whether it is short or not.

โ Let's start from the bottom, shall we? Ahh, my feet. They're abnormally large and my pinky toes stick out, and a weird, rounded bone is visible beneath my skin - yeah, don't ask me what it's called, I've never been good at biology. My legs are chicken skinny and I have such knobbly knees, as well as my right one sticking out a bit to the right. I have a slim stomach, but the weirdest belly button ever - an 'inny', if you're wondering. My chest is, well, I don't know, average I guess, though it's not like I go around comparing my breast size to everyone I walk by. My collar bones are prominent and my arms are just as scary skinny as my legs. My nails are a mess from my bad habit of biting my nails when hungry, uncomfortable or nervous. I have a round face, and fortunately, most of my acne is gone and I cover up what is left with make up, but trust me when I say that it was a mess when I was fifteen. I often get complimented on my hair, but trust me when I say that you don't want to ever see it in the morning - and don't even get me started on when my head decides to become full of static electricity. โž



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Personality
Considering her past, Megan actually has a very positive outlook on life. Most of the time, she is a 'glass half full' kind of girl, and when she isn't she pretends to be for the sake of those around her. Megan is a good actress. She has been acting since she was eight years old, pretending that she wasn't upset, lonely, hurt, confused. She knows how to put on a smile and make it look convincing. She tries to ignore negativity, but when the earth is full of it, it can be difficult. Her perspective on life is simply - if you're doing something that makes you happy, whether that is winning marathons or sitting in front of your computer, then you're doing good.

She is a nice person. That much is obvious, and even as a vampire, she is kind-hearted. She puts others before herself, even more so now that she has turned. Most people would assume she is the 'wouldn't hurt a fly' kind of girl. When she gets angry, however, she gets violent, punching, kicking, screaming. It takes a lot to make her lose her temper, but once she does, she gets furious. She doesn't like pity or sympathy, it makes her feel weak, and she is not weak, though many people assume she is. She used to think she was weak, worthless, but she has gotten over that hurdle now. She can handle herself, and she doesn't need the sad looks and comforting pats on the back that usually greet her when something bad happens.

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History
โ When I was four years old, my mother used to give me toast with the crust cut off and would peel the skin off of my apples, because I wouldn't eat them any other way. She would sit me on her lap and sing Beatles songs in my ear until I fell asleep. She would then carry me up to his room, tuck me in and kiss his forehead, before whispering goodnight, and if I woke up then I would pretend I didn't, just so she would do so. When I was sick, she would give me some tea and toast, because I couldn't stand chicken soup. โž

Megan was born to Alison and Steve Peters. They weren't a perfect couple, they had their fights, but they truly loved each other, and when Steve would return from his job in the evenings, Alison and Megan would greet him with a smile. From a young age, Megan idolized her mother. In her eyes, she was perfect, flawless, always right. From the way she walked to the color of her hair, Megan wanted to be exactly like her.

โ When I was seven years old, my mother died. She burned to a crisp, the house along with her. Foul play was ruled out from an early stage. The police said that she must have left a cigarette too close to the curtains, or left the clothes to dry by the fire. My father and I had to collect the possessions that weren't destroyed by the fire and head off, to a new town, new home, new life. โž

Her father had still been at work when the house went up in smoke. She didn't notice at first, outside playing in the garden, when she grew hungry. She opened the door to find her vision clouded, and the smell of smoke consuming her. Young and confused, the child called out to her mother before walking further into her house. A neighbour was the one who called the fire brigae. They were there within the hour. Megan got out with just a few minor burns, her mother didn't get out at all. Her father was called home from work. The house was half burnt down, his wife was dead. He scavenged for his things, and the two left in the morning and didn't look back.

โ When I was eight years old, my father went to shit. He would lock himself in the garage outside of their new home, and every day he would fix up the car, only to grab a hammer and angrily bash dents into it that evening. He would spend his night sitting at the kitchen table with his computer in front of him, writing down notes into his journal every so often. Every few weeks, my father would leave and I would fend for myself, cooking my dinners, walking myself to school and back, and he would return a few days later looking like he had just been in a wrestling match with a polar bear. โž

The death hit Steve hard. He would take his frustration out on his car, and spent the rest of the time fixing it up. Megan was left to cook for herself most of the time. He often would spend time on his computer, writing notes into a book he carried around with him. When Megan asked him about that, he wouldn't respond, though he did once say that he didn't think her mother's death was accidental. The girl took this a different way than was most likely intended. Being the only one at the house at the time, he assumed that her father blamed her for the death, and guilt consumed her. Every few weeks, her father would leave for a few days, only contacting her with a phone call every couple of nights, and would return a mess. When asked, he would simply say; "You wouldn't understand. I'll tell you when you're older.

โ When I was twelve years old, my father left. One of his usual disappearances, it took me two weeks before I realized that he wasn't coming back. I reported it to the police, but I didn't expect them to find him, or maybe I just didn't want them to. I was angry. I knew why he hadn't returned. He had ran off. I had never been a daughter to him, not really. It was evident once we moved that he didn't want me. I was just another thing holding him back. โž

He never got the chance to tell her, though, as on one of these usual disappearances, he left. He simply didn't return. At first, Megan was worried, but it didn't last long. She decided that he had left her. She thought that he had blamed her for her mother's death, and couldn't stick around. Megan felt angry, frustrated, guilty. She couldn't forgive her father for walking out on his family.

โ When I was thirteen years old, I was the freak at school. First I was the new kid, one of the weird ones from the foster home. Then I was the kid who wouldn't speak unless spoken to, knew every question the teacher asked, the loner with no friends, and then the kid with anger management issues. As the rumours grew worse and the kids got crueler, I slowly became the kid who had killed his mother by setting the house on fire and chased his father away by being too much of a hassle. Words hurt. Don't listen to that sticks and stones bullcrap, I would have taken a beating over that any day. โž

She stayed with a foster family, and though they were lovely people, the relationship was awkward and uncomfortable. She didn't expect to have a proper family ever again - who adopts teenagers, afterall - and was really just waiting until she turned eighteen, so she could go off on her own. School was hard for her, and she was bullied constantly. She didn't stay silent about it, either - she told the teachers many times, but nothing was ever done. "Kids can be cruel, that's just how it is," they would say. "Just don't fight back, and they will get bored." That didn't work, of course. Then, when she did fight back - physically fight the kids, that is - she was called crazy by the other children. Kids are cruel, yes, but that didn't give them the right to make her feel worthless.

โ When I was fifteen years old, I was adopted. It was the Winston family, consisting of two parents and a four year old boy. I was messed up, usually woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares and only had a suitcase full of possessions to my name, but they let me in, and I was so thankful for that. Yet again, I was the new kid, except this time in a different place, Intimsake. โž

She was adopted by Lisa and David Winston when she was fifteen. She had a proper family, even a little brother, Connor. They lived in Intimsake, and they gave her a place to find home, at least for a while. She was stunned. She hadn't expected to ever get out of the craphole she had previously been living in.

โ When I was sixteen years old, I pretended to be happy. I pretended that I had friends who cared about me, and that I cared about them, and that I didn't feel like crap all the time. I pretended that waking up wasn't a struggle, and that I didn't cry myself to sleep every night. I pretended that I didn't notice the weird looks the other kids gave me, or that I didn't have nightmares. I pretended that I didn't feel guilty for how my life had ended up, and for things out of my control. โž

Intimsake wasn't much different than the old town, unfortunately. Everyone already had their friend groups. She ended up walking around with a few girls, but none of them ever invited her over, none of them ever cared about her. She felt worthless constantly, and rarely slept. When she did, nightmares of her mother burning would wake her up, sweating, and feeling more guilty than ever.

โ When I was seventeen years old, I found a friend, [FC: Skander Keynes]. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had someone I could confide everything to, and I knew he would try and give advice or at least make me feel better. We would head to the Sweet Corner after school and order the same thing everyday, laughing, dreaming, talking. I would have died for him in an instant. โž

She finally found a friend in [FC: Skander Keynes]. He was [quality], [quality] and [quality], and she grew to trust him with her life. They had a tradition, after school, when they would head to the Sweet Corner and talk about anything. Megan's favourite conversations were about what they would do when they finally left this town. Megan would say a different thing everytime; A world famous author, a pilot, a choreographer. She had big dreams, sure, but on those days, she felt invincible.

โ When I was nineteen years old, I became a vampire. [FC: Daniel Sharman] simply offered me a drink at the bar, and seeing as we knew each other and I would have considered him a friend, I accepted. I thought I had been drugged. The world spun around me. I pushed him away, left the bar, went out the back door whilst I tried to regain my composure. I was on my way home, leaning on the passing buildings to steady myself, when I passed out. โž

She did it, she got through high school, and she got a job at the local hotel, the Ivy Leaf Hotel. [FC: Daniel Sharman] offered her a drink, and she didn't think twice. He had drank it before her, and when she drank it, she took in the venom. She left the bar in a daze, dizzy, on her way home before she passed out. [FC: Daniel Sharman] was looking over her when she woke up. Her throat felt as though it had been skinned. She could see every detail, hear every rustle. Scared, she pushed [FC: Daniel Sharman] away from her and started to run, but he pulled her back. He explained everything, what she was. At first, she didn't believe him, but then someone walked by and she found herself craving to kill them. The urge was almost over powering. She could feel the blood running through their veins, hear their heart pumping. She then realized something. She placed her hand on her chest and let out a gasp. No heart beat. She was horrified, and shook [FC: Daniel Sharman] off of her arm before running home, but not before stopping for a snack.

It had been a homeless man, he had been living outside the Sweet Corner for a while now, and people often threw him tips, he even often spoke to the locals there. She hadn't meant to - she had been so hungry, and he was there. She didn't remember the kill, only approaching him, and then leaving the body as she went home, crying. They found his body the next morning. His throat had been ripped out and he was completely drained of blood. It was reported as an animal attack, since no human could have possibly done the bite marks that were visible. She told [FC: Skander Keynes] what she was the next day, and he immediately started to research how to reverse it, and eventually became a witch, though he doesn't really know much about them.

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So begins...

Megan Winston's Story