Macy Lyn Rowe

[Macy Lyn Rowe]

Macy Lyn Rowe

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Macy Lyn Rowe
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: green
Skin Tone: pale
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 185
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
How Did They arrive here: Ran away from home searching for her little sister. Fell asleep under a bridge, woke in Wonderland.
Years In Wonderland: 2 years
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What Are They Like?

Likes:
music (instrumental and jazz)
Animals
Bright and sunny days
Playing her trumpet
Friends
Freedom/choices

Dislikes:
rap music
boogies
depresses/negative people
rain
spiders
mornings

Turn Ons:
Independent
dark hair
dark eyes
nice
thoughtful

Turn Offs:
overly talkative
negative attitude
smoker
jerk
too wild or spontaneous


Nervous Habits:
runs hand through hair
shifty
becomes really quiet

Fears:
spiders
talking in front of people
being stuck in Wonderland
something happening to Anne

Appearance:

Macy looks like a prep, all about fashion girl, but those type of people annoy her to death. Yes, she is careful about her clothing, but it doesn’t mean everything to her. She usually wears a no sleeve tank top that shows a little bit of stomach, but not too much, and either a short skirt or jeans. She usually wears long socks and either boots or tennis shoes, depending on her outfit. She has a lot of bracelets and other sorts of jewelry. Her style never changes much though, she usually tries to go for the rebel look, which is exactly what she is, even if she doesn’t let the Boogies know that.

Macy has blonde hair that she usually keeps in loose braids or a ponytail, but never loose. She hates her hair getting in her eyes, which are a pretty, holly green color. She has really pale skin, and is of an average height. She’s in great shape, and is very athletic.

Personality:
Macy is a pretty shy girl. Though a lot of people mistake her for one of those preppy, annoying, I’m-better-than-you type of girls, she definitely not. She gets annoyed by them just as much as anyone else. She prefers to be counted in the rebel group, or maybe the band nerds, either one is fine with her.

You see, Macy dresses like a rebel girl, but her heart is with the band. She dresses as a rebel, she acts like a rebel, but her heart is in the music, and it’s in the music that she feels most at home. Because Macy acts like a rebel because she feels she doesn’t fit in. Her shy nature and passion for freedom get her in trouble a lot, and she’s been labeled a trouble maker for it. So the title just stuck, even if it’s not 100% true.

Macy isn’t completely perky and happy all the time, but she tries to be as positive as she can. Negative people annoy her, and she tries to avoid them. She has a few troublemaker friends, but she’s not really close to them. It’s the band that she’s close to. The band is more of a family for her. They mean everything to her, and she believes she would literally die if she didn’t have music in her life. Music is her escape from everything, her chance to forget about the present, live in the music, follow the story it tells. It’s what she lives for, and without the band, that wouldn’t be possible

Macy has a pretty calm temper. She doesn’t anger easily, and she tries to give people second chances. But she knows when to not trust someone again. She’s a smart girl, but she doesn’t take orders very well, again, she likes her freedom.

There is one thing that can drive Macy to the breaking point, though, and that’s her little sister, Anne. Anne means everything to Macy, even more than band. She is super protective of her, and she would do anything to keep her safe.



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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father: Michael Rowe
Mother: Roseanne Rowe
Sibling/s: Anne Rowe (12)
History:Macy had a pretty normal life. Normal parents, normal school. She was doted over by her parents, along with her younger sister, Anne. She was part of the troublemaker crowd at school, but both Macy and her sister could do no wrong in their parents’ eyes, so they were never punished for anything. They grew accustomed to getting anything they wanted.

Macy and Anne were really close. They told each other everything, and there were several times that Macy got in trouble at school for beating up someone who had hurt her little sister. Anne looked up to Macy, trusting her with everything. There was no one closer than Macy and Anne.

Macy joined band in her 6th grade year and played the trumpet. She fell in love with it and found a new release for the pent up emotions that she couldn’t let out. She became friends with the other bandies and soon regarded them as her second family. She wasn’t afraid to be called a band nerd, she actually thought of herself as one.

But then everything went wrong. Macy was 14, in 7th grade. Anne had been at home sick that day, and Macy was hurrying home to check on her. She didn’t really trust their parents around her, as they had never cared about them before. When she got home, she dumped her stuff in her room and went to Anne’s room. She found it empty, Anne nowhere to be seen. She tore the house apart, and yelled at her parents until her throat was raw. Of course, her parents didn’t say anything. They hadn’t even noticed that their ten year old daughter was missing.

Macy ran away from home, going everywhere she could think of to look for Anne. It was a few months later that she fell asleep under that bridge. When she woke, she was in Wonderland.

Macy was put to work, but she hated it. She knew resisting would get her no where, but when she heard the rumors of a rebellion, she instantly decided she would help. It was a no brainer for her. She doesn’t do anything that might give away her rebellion to the Boogies, but she keeps careful track of anything and everything happens. Who knows what information might help this rebellion?
Roleplaying Sample: Alexis stood at the edge of the forest, looking out towards the world beyond. The same world that had treated her so horribly. The world that had given her nothing but heartbreak and pain, longing and regret. The world that had forsaken her.

A wolf let out a long howl, mournful, a lament meant for all the world to hear. It sent its pain up in that cry, hoping, wishing, asking for any release from this mournful life it led. No one cold understand the wolf's cries of pain and sadness unless they themselves had felt that kind of pain. Alexis knew this for a fact. They may think they knew it, may think they understand, but in truth, they knew nothing of the pain of the wolves.

Another cry joined the first, a plea for help. A plea for rescue from this cruel world, a plea for a better life, a world without pain. More and more wolves took up the cry, sending their heartbreak out to the moon, for all the world to hear and marvel at.

Alexis sadly looked up at the full moon, shadows gathering themselves lovingly around her shoulders. Memories floated up out of the murkiness or her mind. A voice could be heard, though she could not determine whether it was memory of life.

Alexis...I can help you...I can make it all better...Let me help you, Alexis...Let me show you the better side of the world...Let me take control, let me take over...Then you can be free, Alexis...Then you can be free...

Alexis looked around, shaking her head to clear the memories, but the voice did not leave. It was really here, that same raspy, cold whisper. She looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice, but she could find none. The demon was hiding, trying to tempt her to give up. But she would not, this was her life, and she was not going to give it up.

Suddenly, Alexis was flying through the air. She crashed into a tree, her back screaming in pain at impact. Her brown hair fell into her eyes, covering her face, bringing the scent and feel of blood with it. The demon appeared in front of her. His claws were long and sharp, coming out of a twisted hand. His skin was black and wrinkled, his eyes were a bright red, his smile cruel and heartless. I can end it all, Alexis...I can end it all!

Alexis didn't know what to do. She could not run, she could not fight. Her shadows were at his command also, so she could find no help there. No demon would fight another demon for her. She was defeated. Her only hope was that some one would come and rescue her.

No one is going to help you, Alexis... No one is going to come...No one can hear your screams...I can kill you and no one would ever know...No one would care either, would they? You know the wouldn't...Come, Alexis...I can make it all better...I can end this pain and misery...All you have to do is let me in...Or I could take it by force!
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