|Frankie Malts|
|Malt ; Fran |
|22|
|Female|
|Face Claim: Freya Mayor|
|Hair|
"A brown at the roots, and continually gets lighter until you get to my ends, which are almost bleach blonde."
|Eyes|
"My eyes are blue, but the kind of blue that's see through, crystal."
|Height and Weight:|
"I'm pretty average at 5'5. Then... about 140-ish.."
|In Depth|
" I never thought someone would ask me to explain my beauty in detail... haha.. Um.. anyhoo, I guess I'm of average female size for a twenty-two
year old. I stand at 5'5 and weigh around 140. Um.. My hair is usually long, and goes to the curve of my back, and I.. if I kept it up to date, then my
roots should be a lightish brown, and get lighter, making my roots almost white in color. I have crystal blue eyes, that I've been told, "guys get lost in",
but I don't believe that for one minute, because, I've only had one boyfriend."
"As for appearance, I usually wear what I feel is comfortable on me that day. For instance today, I wore this grey sweater, that goes about to mid-thigh, and some black leggings, with a few accessories here and there, like my bangly bracelets, rings, and matching grey beanie. But, tomorrow, a tight-fitting black dress, with heels could be what I feel comfortable in.
I don't really know how to explain me, I'm just... me. *Smiles*"
"A brown at the roots, and continually gets lighter until you get to my ends, which are almost bleach blonde."
|Eyes|
"My eyes are blue, but the kind of blue that's see through, crystal."
|Height and Weight:|
"I'm pretty average at 5'5. Then... about 140-ish.."
|In Depth|
" I never thought someone would ask me to explain my beauty in detail... haha.. Um.. anyhoo, I guess I'm of average female size for a twenty-two
year old. I stand at 5'5 and weigh around 140. Um.. My hair is usually long, and goes to the curve of my back, and I.. if I kept it up to date, then my
roots should be a lightish brown, and get lighter, making my roots almost white in color. I have crystal blue eyes, that I've been told, "guys get lost in",
but I don't believe that for one minute, because, I've only had one boyfriend."
"As for appearance, I usually wear what I feel is comfortable on me that day. For instance today, I wore this grey sweater, that goes about to mid-thigh, and some black leggings, with a few accessories here and there, like my bangly bracelets, rings, and matching grey beanie. But, tomorrow, a tight-fitting black dress, with heels could be what I feel comfortable in.
I don't really know how to explain me, I'm just... me. *Smiles*"
|Personality|
"My Personality? Perfect. Spotless. Compassionate. Neat. Loving. Caring. Happy. Fearful. Nice.
I think at times.. I can be a little demanding. Especially in a hostile situation, which is why I am sort of my own boss as a Physical Therapist. I don't have to have a gazillion nurses following me around like a doctor, or twice as many dogs behind me if I was a dog-sitter. Um, I think I can also be caring, and compassionate at times. I once saved my friend from her guy troubles. Ironically enough, we haven't really talked since. I think her name was... Oh, I can't remember. I know she really wanted to be an author, and a photographer, but couldn't decide which. *Sighs* Anyway, back to me! Uh.. I can be a bitch at times too, I guess. Especially when a girl goes after my man. Like, do you not see us kissing right now? Get your little flat butt out of my face."
|Likes|
❤ Daisies
"They're like the flower of Spring. So bouncy, and light."
❤ Color Red
"Red like roses, and cherries."
❤ Color Purple
"Purple as in hippos in my old children's books."
❤ Mascara
"It adds definition to any look, and makes my eyes really.. pop."
❤ Braids
"It's a nice touch to outfits, and gives your hair a... clean look. Like, you cared enough to braid it."
|Dislikes|
✘ Color Black
"It's such a sad color, really."
✘ Color Orange
"I'm not an inmate."
✘ Western Attire
"Sorry guys, but I can't do cowgirl."
✘ Costume Jewelry
"Why bother? It's way too heavy, and flattery, for me anyway."
✘ Lies
"If you lie to me, well... let's just say, you're gonna get a bitch to answer to."
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|History
"My history is different from most others. Most people's history has them with their loving, caring parents, and they have a great life. They know all about their parent's pasts, and they know, that the people who brought them into this world, intend to give them their best shot, and while they do that, they show the child that love is good. That the love they show is good, and true.
I was not taught that. I was not taught that love is a good thing. That true love is pure, and innocent. No, I was taught that love is a horrible feeling, that kills you on the inside. That you never, ever want to feel it. "
"My father raised me alone. It was just me and him for most of my life. I can only remember certain moments of my mother, like, when she would sing me to sleep when I had a nightmare, and my father would be standing in my bedroom doorway, the light from my pink nightlight bouncing off of his belt buckle. *laughs softly* Then, after my mother would finish singing, I'd be on the verge of going into my world of dreams, and happiness, as my father would kiss my forehead lovingly, and tell me, "Goodnight, love.". "
"He hasn't even looked at me the same since Mother died, honestly. His eyes used to be so full of life, and love, and he wasn't this man who spoke of hate, and killing as much as he does now. When my mother passed, he was on the verge of resigning from the Marines, because his four years were going to be over, and he could find work in town to support us, and not risk his life. Well, then mother died, and he renewed his contract for the rest of his life. He didn't want to live anymore. My grandmother, my mother's mother, tried to raise me as well she could, but we were always scrambling for money, as she was a baker. Now, that I'm 22, I send her a check each month of $200 even, the smallest thing I could do to repay her. Anyway, my father wouldn't even send us a penny from his paycheck as he spent it all on alcohol. When I was older, I'd sneak down to the bar after school, just to see that small glimpse of him before I was shooed out by the owner. "
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that... my mother died when I was very young of age, at 4 years old. Basically, to me, my father died too. He was never the same.. *tears up* I don't even know if he's still alive."
I was not taught that. I was not taught that love is a good thing. That true love is pure, and innocent. No, I was taught that love is a horrible feeling, that kills you on the inside. That you never, ever want to feel it. "
"My father raised me alone. It was just me and him for most of my life. I can only remember certain moments of my mother, like, when she would sing me to sleep when I had a nightmare, and my father would be standing in my bedroom doorway, the light from my pink nightlight bouncing off of his belt buckle. *laughs softly* Then, after my mother would finish singing, I'd be on the verge of going into my world of dreams, and happiness, as my father would kiss my forehead lovingly, and tell me, "Goodnight, love.". "
"He hasn't even looked at me the same since Mother died, honestly. His eyes used to be so full of life, and love, and he wasn't this man who spoke of hate, and killing as much as he does now. When my mother passed, he was on the verge of resigning from the Marines, because his four years were going to be over, and he could find work in town to support us, and not risk his life. Well, then mother died, and he renewed his contract for the rest of his life. He didn't want to live anymore. My grandmother, my mother's mother, tried to raise me as well she could, but we were always scrambling for money, as she was a baker. Now, that I'm 22, I send her a check each month of $200 even, the smallest thing I could do to repay her. Anyway, my father wouldn't even send us a penny from his paycheck as he spent it all on alcohol. When I was older, I'd sneak down to the bar after school, just to see that small glimpse of him before I was shooed out by the owner. "
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that... my mother died when I was very young of age, at 4 years old. Basically, to me, my father died too. He was never the same.. *tears up* I don't even know if he's still alive."
