Post by Twiinkles(: on Dec 24, 2009 23:40:34 GMT -8
TORY MARGARET MAY SANDERS.
"if it weren't for you, i'd be vomiting rainbows."
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Tory Margaret May Sanders
Tee-Double-M ♥Tor-Ree-Ree
Fifteen
Girlie.
SecondYear [Tenth].
YOU’VE GOT STYLE, LOOKIN’ SO SHARP
Skinnier than a STiiCK! anorexicc;; big blue-gray eyes. long choppy black hair with platinum extensions. freckledd face.
"E X P R E S S YOURSELF,"[/size][/font]
LIKES
- ♥Hearts {Loving.}
- Huge Key-Chains.
- Skulls
- Chunky Necklaces
- Black & White.
DISLIKES
- Paprika.
- The letter P.
- The colour Periwinkle.
- Pakistan. I mean, c'mon, really?
- Ponchos. Just, ew.
PHOBIAS
- atelophobia - fear of imperfection.
- cacophobia - fear of ugliness.
- cacomorphobia - fear of fat people
- ophthalmophobia - fear of being stared at.
WEAKNESSES
- Food. Period.
- Alcohol.
- A cute puppy dog face.
- Smell of hibiscus.
STRENGTHS
- Throwing things, especially when angry.
- Broccoli.
- Reflexes. Thank video games for that.
- Flexibility, yoga classes were the best.
- Singing loudly, it hurts ears.
CHARISMATIC PERSONALITY
WEAK. BRUTAL. HARDCORE. Are a few words to describe Tory Margaret May Sanders. Tory MarryMe[Margaret May] Sanders isn't always the happiest girl in town thanks to her disorder. Her eating disorder, that is. Tory doesn't believe in any religion and doesn't really care if you even TRY to talk her into believing in whatever she doesn't care about; So don't even try it.
"BORN INTO THIS GREAT STAGE OF FOOLS" [/size][/font]
Foster Mom. Denise R. Williams
Foster Dad. Robert O. Williams
Foster Siblings. Nina, Louise, Ron, Carmen.
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HISTORY
At age two, Tory was a pretty happy baby. Of course, she knew how to identify designer bags from the cheap fake ones, and she learned how to walk in a pair of snake skinned heels. But, when Tory turned three, she was turned in. You may be thinking, who would be putting a rich, spoiled baby in an adoption agency? Well, Tory's parents would, but that's another story. When Tory turned five, she was finally adopted by Robert and Denise Williams, a rather plump couple. At the foster home, Tory met Nina, age four, and Louise, age one. Tory grew a strong disliking of Nina, who was a total girly girl. When Nina turned six though, she developed leukemia and had to be transfered to a hospital for several years. When Tory was ten, Denise added someone new to the family. A taller boy with dark hair named Ron. Ron was twelve and almost an identical twin to Tory. Tory followed Ron around and developed a crush on him. Ron came with a gift, though. A newborn baby girl, named Carmen. Carmen looked almost the opposite from Ron. Ron was pale, tall, and had freckles whereas Carmen was tan, blond, and freckle-less. Ron claimed to say that he found her on the street. When Tory turned thirteen, something strange struck her. When Denise told the family they were getting low on money, Tory cut off lunch from her diet. She stopped eating it, completely. On Ron's birthday, when everyone was eating cake, she secluded herself in her room and listened to music. When she turned fourteen, she did something a little crazy.
"Hey, Ron." Tory whispered. Ron slightly squinted his blue eyes and looked her way. "What, Tory?" His voice was slightly getting deeper. Tory blinked. "Have you um. Have you ever kissed a girl?" She instantly blushed. He did the same. "Oh. Um. No, Tory. I have never kissed a girl." She looked up, trying to make things more un-awkward. "Well all the girls at school are asking me if I ever kissed a boy and I always tell them no but. I really wanna know how it feels!" She confessed, her pale cheeks turning red. Ron stared into her eyes. "Do you um. Wanna try it?" He asked, almost without thinking. They sat in the living room, home alone, in silence for at least thirty seconds before Tory fidgeted on the sofa. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid question to ask." Ron blushed, feeling embarrassed. "No. I just didn't have the courage to tell you I did wanna kiss you." Tory blinked. Ron did the same. "Ever since Mrs. Williams brought you home, I've had a crush on you." The corner of Ron's lips curled upwards and turned into a smile. Slowly, with his eyes closed, he leaned towards her and she did the same. When his cold lips met her warm pair, Tory felt like she was in love.
