"YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS SLOWLY TURN TO BITTERNESS."
MADELAINE NOELLE AMIRMAD•EL•LANE NO•EL AM•EARthe basicsNICKNAME: maddie
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral LOCATION: washington, d.c. BIRTHDAY: august 12th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight HEIGHT: five foot eleven HAIR: light brown EYES: crystal blue OCCUPATION(s): mechanics / engineering (weaponry) character interview"I'll give you a very brief history of my life thus far, but it does sound like some cheap Spanish soap opera." She rolled her eyes, nose wrinkling at the thought. Obviously displeased, she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking out long locks. "I guess that makes it interesting enough, so I'll just start at the beginning. Keep in mind, I don't necessarily remember a lot of this crap, it's stuff that Tuck's told me over the years, and random shit that I've been able to dig up from my dad's records. He'd flip his fucking lid if he knew I was digging around in his files..." A grin, however fleeting, momentarily appeared on her lips at the thought.
Pacing, she started her tale with a flat tone, the inflection, if there really was any at all, bitter. "My mother, if you can call her that, had me when she was young and stupid. I was an accident, she likes to remind me, and she didn't think that telling dad I was his was pertinent information. Not until I was four, anyhow, and she got bored with me. Apparently, I wasn't turning out to be the perfect little mini-me that she wanted, and thank fucking God for that. It was around that time she decided to bother telling dad that I was his, and he started a custody war. The guy my mom was seeing at the time, he insisted mom fight against him and keep me, even though she literally had zero interest in me." She gave a low laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Long story short, they both lost. Mom and dad were both declared unfit to raise a child, go fucking figure, and I ended up a ward of the state. Tucker, one of dad's employees, decided that was a load of bullshit - thank God - and adopted me in secret. I don't know how dad didn't know, but Tuck kept it a secret for a long while. I've been in his care since, and he's a better parent than mom and dad put together... not that that's really hard to do." Stretching, she cracked knuckles and rolled her shoulders, joints and bones protesting and popping as she did. "There's not much else to say. I still keep in contact with dad's side of the family and my uncle Christopher, but I try to avoid my mother at all costs." Giving a shrug, she glanced down at her nails, picking at the chipped polish. "I don't want to be anything like her. I have actively tried to be nothing like her. I'm not some layabout that twirls around on her toes and calls it a fucking career. I want to go to school - I want to be a mechanical engineer, I want to work on things that will change the fucking world. I work hard, I don't get distracted by stupid shit. I'm nothing like her, and I hope to fucking God that I never end up like her..." FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: left
SMOKES: sometimes LANGUAGES: english, french, norwegian, russian TATTOOS: one PIERCINGS: just her ears GLASSES: no COFFEE OR TEA: coffee, with cream MORNING OR NIGHT: morning CATS OR DOGS: dogs PET(S): rune (malamute) A SWEET: frozen yogurt AN ACTIVITY: running A VIDEO GAME: halo: reach |