Dawn Harvey

[princeofdoom]

>Be Dawn Harvey.

You know, there are worse things than givin' a twenty-somethin' with cute hair a handy in the back of his hotrod for floor tickets to the farewell show of your favorite band. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

THE BASICS

Your name is DAWN HARVEY and you are 14 years old. You are a FEMALE HUMAN. On pesterchum, you go by spectralHellcat. Your sburb title is the WITCH OF HEART.

THE PERSONALITY

These days, you find yourself OBSESSED with alternative trends from the 50s. In fact, you're in far TOO DEEP. You're a well voiced gal who loves nothing more than to lay in bed and squeal over GREASED UP hunks or SCANTILY CLAD ladies covered in tattoos. When you're not monologing cheesy PICK-UP LINES to your favorite POSTERS, you're finding new ways to get your HAIR to defy gravity. And when all else fails, you pretend to JAM on your STAND-UP BASS like a ROCKABILLY GODDESS. If only you knew how to play.

You enjoy talking to your internet FRIENDS above anything else. They make you feel like you're not completely ALONE when your SISTER stays gone for days doing heaven knows. Though you've never really been on the BOTTOM rung of POPULARITY, the kids at your school just don't UNDERSTAND. Sometimes you feel like you were born in the wrong ERA.

THE HISTORY

Until the better half of last year, you had been living with your father in the Upper East side of New York City. Glamorous clothes, an endless supply of high-end hairspray and the fastest internet a girl could imagine, It was paradise. That is, until you were shipped off to live with your older sister in a sketchy part of Brooklyn as punishment for that one time you were determined to get into that one concert.

Since moving in with your sister, your quality of living has dwindled. If you're not droning through silence, the small apartment is riddled with noise pollution loud enough to raise the dead; which you would assume that's what she was trying to do, what with the yelling and all. On the upside, you have some pretty great friends that make it a bit more bearable.

THE OTHERS

You have a near perfect syntax when it comes to how you type. Sometimes you feel more inclined to talk in a more retro way. From what you figure, if anyone has a problem with it, they're just jive nosebleeds with no taste whatsoever. Sometimes when you get flustered, embarrassed, or mad, you'll talk with a bit less infliction, makin' your words less proper than your normal speech and all.