MORGAN, sydney rae

[SYDNEY RAE MORGAN]

SYDNEY RAE MORGAN

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NAME: sydney rae morgan
AGE: nineteen
BIRTHDAY: october 13. LOLOL.
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: straight
HOMETOWN: Baltimore, Maryland
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single pringle ~
OCCUPATION: college student. part time waitress

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PERSONALITY:

Sydney is what people would call an acquired taste. She has the ability to be loud whenever she wants to, something she was rasied to do. When being born in a bad part of the town, you learned how to take care of yourself before you could walk. She has a nasty habit of yelling whenever she isn't meant to and most of the time she doesn't realize she's actually raising her voice. It's an automatic trait she has because she feels if she doesn't yell, people won't give a shit about what she has to say, which isn't entirely the case.

That being said, when living in the bad part of town, you learn how to fight. You build walls around yourself and you never let them down for anybody. That's the case with Sydney; she grew up with a trash family and learned to fight for herself. You had to in the house she grew up in. There, it was a fend for yourself type of place. If she wants something she always seems to find a way of getting it, whether she wants your last piece of candy or she wants your boyfriend, there is no doubt she will try her hardest to get it in her hands.

Syd really only uses her loud, demanding personality as a way of keeping people out and to hide her insecurities. Growing up she wasn't treated too amazingly, thanks to bullies, she sort of receeded into a shell of herself, only coming out when she trusts people. If she does, she can be incredibly sweet and caring, maybe alittle too protective, but that's natural since she's a mom.

She refuses to take bullshit from anyone and if she doesn't like you, it'll be made very clear. Sydney sometimes doesn't know when to shut her mouth and it can sometimes get her into a shit ton of trouble, going from getting her suspended from school to making a boyfriend break up with her, she has no idea when too much is actually too much, and the meaning of no doesn't sit well in her mind.

Love her or hate her, she doesn't care either way.

LIKES:

* candy
* parties
* her son
* snuggling
* watching fights
* laughter
* sex
* music
* open rooms
* vintage
* vests
* skinny jeans
* pony tails
* glasses
* soda
* glamour kills
* to write love on her arms
* fans
* winter
* trees
* cars
* night time
* halloween
DISLIKES:

* spiders
* anything with more than four legs
* big dogs
* flash lights
* neon colors
* boring people
* socks
* thunder
* whining
* video games
* rude people
* sexisim
* baths ( she ~likes showers, though.)
* crying
* blood
* broken glass
* rap
* myths
* bikes

FEARS:

* never finding love
* dying/losing her son
* being held back from what she wants to do

HOPES:

* to find someone who won't ditch her
* make a good living
* to be publicly known

WEAKNESSES:

* listening: she has a hard time being patient with someone whom she doesn't care for
* being loud
* keeping her mouth shut

STRENGTHS:

* fending for herself
* being loving
* she can be understanding

SECRETS:

* she lied when she said the kid wasn't travis'

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PARENTS:

* holly morgan. 45.
* daniel morgan. 46.

PETS:

* Digby, a Papillon

SIBLINGS:

* none

HISTORY:

twenty-four years ago, Holly Trinity Holland met Daniel James Morgan, a suave boy from down south who had appealed to Holly, a girl from up north in the Michigan U.P, the minute she layed her eyes on him. She couldn't help herself, she tried to get whatever she wanted when she could, a trait that passed down onto her daughter who would be born two years later. After a couple years of dating, Daniel grew a pair and got down on one knee, asking Holly to be his beloved wife for as long as they both shall live. Holly was quick to accept and a year later, Sydney Rae Morgan was born, the only child the couple would have.

Both Holly and Daniel had come from rather wealthy, arrogant families and spoiled their baby girl rotten. They were doing this to make up for the lack of presence in their childs life, for they were both too busy to take pleasure days off of work, both being next in line for a company, to spend time with Sydney. She grew up with several nannies taking care of her through her childhood. The kids in school called her a prissy bitch and the bullying lasted almost all through high school, building up until she had several insecurities and making up for that by being loud and dominating.

Things started to get worse at the Morgan home. By the time she was twelve, Sydney had been kicked out of a private school, suspended from her publics schools which resulted in having to be sent to a shitty school, one that would except her with all the marks on her school record. She started fighting as if she was fighting for survival. She grew up being that girl that nobody messed with, that was, unless they wanted a black eye. Which Sydney was quick to give them if they messed with her. When someone managed to break down her walls it was revealed that, yeah, she can be a sweet girl.

There was a point in time when Sydney had fallen in love. The brunette fell in love with a boy who was into music as much as she was, and he was in a band which seemed to be taking off, little by little. Sydney had given him pretty much everything. Her first kiss and first time, which wasn't surprising as she wanted to be cliche, like in a romance novel, and save everything for that special someone.

The band started to get more famous, and even though she was happy for them, she was...jealous of all those girls swooning over her boyfriend. In attempts to make things right for her heart, she slept with one of his band mates and the went back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Of course, things changed alot after a month. Sydney discovered she was pregnant and couldn't figure out who was the father. Her parents had been nothing but supportive of her since she was raising the baby with someone whom, she thought, would be there.

Guilt was eating her from the inside out and there was no doubt in her mind that the child was not her boyfriends. After she had given birth to her son, whom she had named Austin, she told him the truth about everything and watched him walk out the door. After her parents found out, they kicked her out of the house and she was forced to drop out of high school. She got her own place and signed up for a community college where she could take online classes, hating to be away from Austin for too long.

However, when she had just about snapped from not knowing, she went to get a paternity test to reveal that Travis was the father. She..has yet to figure out how to tell him.

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Ash just merely shook his head. " i doubt i'll get used to it. It tastes..i dunno, so strange." He said, looking at the bottle of alcohol which he had just handed back to Paris. Looking at the boy with his soft, chocolatey brown eyes, he let out a tiny sigh and nuzzled his neck. Now that he thought about it, Paris smelt like alcohol, but it was a very faint scent that Ash could hardly detect. Nymphs had a very acute sense of smell, since most times, half the species liked to spend their time outside. Because of being outside, which wasn't the case with Ash as he had an affinity for water and he spent alot of his free time in the water, the other nyphms, the dryads, had to be careful with who the associated with. Ash could easily smell which species was which, because they all had their own certain scent, per say. Paris was by far Ash's favorite, due to favorisim of the crush, but hey, he smelt so nice anyway, of course, besides the tinged alcohol smell. His skin was warm, and Ash decided to get more comfortable. Wrapping his arms around Paris, he gave his neck one last nuzzle before closing his eyes, enjoying this alot more than he should. Right then and there, he decided something. He wanted Paris. Now. But then there was the fact he'd give off the feeling of being a whore, which would be a huge blow to his self-esteem and his self respect, both of which weren't very high, nor had they ever been. Years of abuse and being made fun of did that to a person, but Ash doubted that Paris had that problem. That was one thing ash loved about his crush, he was so confident it turned Ash on to a degree. Dirty, Dirty thoughts. Bad Ashley! He would have to give himself a little talk later, it wasn't right to fuck your best friend. Then again, this best friend was also a crush, that changed things, right? Ash started sliding his hand down, the movement very subtle and hard to notice, before he looked up at Paris, who had taken control of the booze and given ash charge of the remote.

damnit.

Well fuck, there went his chance of possibly trying to seduce Paris..of course, alittle something happened and Ash got drunk. He still cared, he didn't want to be a whore. He wasn't a whore. Ashley Marley Starr was no whore. Sighing, he calmed himself down and pushed dirty thoughts far from his mind. " Okay," he said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal and he took the remote. Well, this was better than nothing, right? Besides, that the two were watching sucked majorly. Some stupid infomercial, and now that Ash was in control of the remote, he decided to change it to something he wanted to watch. Ash hated channel surfers, and pretty much wanted to slap them and say omg fucking pick a channel already, or i will. and it will probably be spongebob, or america's next top model. yeah. So it was obvious Ash always knew what he wanted to watch. But this time..he wasn't sure. Of course he wanted to impress Paris with what he watched, but then again, he didn't want to end up watching something he didn't like. So, mindlessly flipping through the channels, he leaned up against his friend until of course, he continued to flip and it landed on spongebob. Spongebob was the shit. Surpressing a squeal, he hesitantly stared at it for a few minutes before changing the channel and settling on VH1, which was currently doing a rerun of the music videos. Not that bad.

Ash just nodded without a word when Paris asked if he was ready for more alcohol, which of course he wasn't. He hated the way it tasted, but maybe if he just got a tad bit buzzed, he..might not remember it in the morning? Yeah, maybe..Taking the bottle, ash put it to his lips and took a drink, but didn't stop. By the time he finished, he had chuged quite a bit of it, blushing alittle as he handed it back to Paris. "nothing...good is on t.v", he said, laying his head back down on Paris's shoulder. Since he was so virginial with Alcohol, he could feel the jack starting to work it's magic already, though it was just alittle electic feeling that was pulsed through his veins just once.

CREDITS TO KAYLA, NO STEALING THIS.
OR I WILL SERIOUSLY HUNT YOU DOWN,
AND BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.
Y'KNOW, NO BIGGIE. ILY.

[KAYLA THE LION]

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