Felicity Mayham, [luderes]

[Felicity Mayham]

Portrayed by : Meghan Mayham

Full Name: Felicity Ann Mayham

Nickname(s): Felicity

Gender: Female

Member's Title: [mayham] Style

Age: Seven-teen

Hair Colour: Brunette

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: Four-Eleven

Weight: 123

Appearance:
Felicity naturally had dark hair, but she often dyes it darker so it’s black, with either bright pink highlights, or she’ll just have bright pink hair. Once in a great while, she’ll have blonde rather then pink. Her hair style various, but recently, she has allowed it to grow out so it reaches just a few inches past her shoulders.

She has a round face, that often looks more innocent then she truly is with her playful brown eyed gaze. She has a naturally pale complexion and doesn’t tan. It has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to tan, her skin tone just doesn’t darken.

She has the center of her bottom lip pierced as well as both ear lobs. They usually have something in them, it’s usually studs for her ears and a ring for her lip. Her parent’s weren’t happy with it, and since Felicity doesn’t want to get grounded again, she hasn’t gotten another piecing.

Felicity stands at one four-eleven, and is just a few inches over the offal midget height. She doesn’t let that bother her though. She could be four inches tall after all, so four-eleven is good enough for her. She doesn’t tolerate short jokes.

Known Relatives:
Lindsey Troma [mom]
Danny Troma [father]
Tina Troma [sister]
George Troma [brother]

Distinguishing Marks:
Wing Tattoo on her Back.
Lip and ears pierced.

House :
Luderes


Personality:
Felicity is a middle child and therefore suffers from Middle Child Syndrome.

Felicity doesn’t like being told what to do. If you tell her what is right or wrong or what do to, she’ll do the opposite just to spite you. She likes to think of herself as independent and as a rebel, if only to piss her parents off. She can’t stand either one off them, and can’t wait to move out.

She’s always become compares to her older sister by her parents and her teachers, therefore, she does everything in her power not to be like her. Her troubling attitude as a lot to do with it. It’s why her parent’s have a hard time with her. She doesn’t to anything they say, or what her teachers say. Failing school? Felicity couldn’t care less.

She isn’t stupid though. Felicity knows a few things. You can’t help but listen in class sometimes, but she’s more street smart. She feels at home away from home and school, and just with her friends. Home is where the heart is, and hers is with her friends’.

Felicity is unpredictable. She doesn’t sit still and always needs to do something. Her minds is at everywhere at once. She has a hard time at focusing most of the time, but when it’s time to be serious and focus she will.

Felicity lives for her friends. She’s do absolutely anything for them. They’re her second family. The short teenager has no problem admitting her fears and doubts to them without fearing judgment. Her friends’ are her backbone, and if anyone dare do anything to them, she has no problem trying to kick you’re ass.

She isn’t usually violent, but Felicity does have a mouth for a fifteen year old. She lets everyone know what she things. If she doesn’t like you, you’ll know about it, if she’s madly in love with you, she’d show you rather then tell you. Affection is easier to show to talk about for Felicity.



Weaknesses:
.Her mood Swings.
.She’s unstable.
.She doesn’t Trust Easily.
.Boys.
.Fast Food
.Rockstars [thedrink]
.She cares.

Other Special Skills/Abilities:
.Felicity can Cook
.She sprayPaints
.She can tell when someone is lying to her.

Side Effects/Powers:
Pixie Pheromone.
Felixity can give of certain a pheromone that can affect the human mind and then created the hallucinations. The person or persons around her will inhale the pheromone she gives of and have no choice but to hallucinate. What this allucinations are, are still unknown.


History:
Felicity was the second child to Jack and Lindsey Troma. She was raised in a peaceful suburban town in Michigan. The families attention was all on her, since she was the youngest, until her younger brother was born when she was five. The attention shifted towards him, and Felicity was more then happy about that.

She played with herself, always finding ways to keep herself occupied around the house and at pre-school rather then making friends. She didn’t like the girls at school, and the boys still had cooties. She had spent most of her free time singing and drawing.

Her parents weren’t please. They wanted Felicity to have a social life to be to as social aa her big sister, Tina. They had Tina drag Felicity around in an attempt to get her to be social. It didn’t work that well, Felicity would always put up a fuss, so her parent’s let her be.

It wasn’t until she entered Jr. High that she became social. She made a handful of good friends, and began to change everything about herself. Meeting her first real friends, had helped Felicity find herself in a sense. She was able to think for herself, and it didn‘t matter what she wore or looked like with them. It was then that her parents also started up again.

They began to compare her to her sister, and always telling her how perfect she was. More or less, and that she should be more like Tina. Felicity couldn’t take is, and began to do poorly in school, just to show her parents that she wasn’t her sister. She was Felicity Troma and not Tina Troma.

By the time she was an eight grader. Felicity was just barely passing her classes with C’s. She couldn’t stay back. She need to pass to move on to the next grade. She got her lip pieced as well as her ears, by an unprofessional pierced.

She was grounded for the whole summer.

She had just a few days before school, when Felicity and her Mother had the worse fight imaginable. Lindsey found out that her daughter was a sneaking in and out at night, and the screaming between the two filled the house. Everyone knew better then to step between them.

Felicity stopped talking to her parents, in fact, she stopped doing anything. She heard something about a new school, and how her own school was picking students to send there. Seeing this as an easily out, Felicity focused on her studies. Two years later, she was chosen to life at the school.

Now that she’s moved in, and settled, things don’t seem right, but she’s having to much fun to notice during her second year there.

Player Details:

Name/Known as: Mandy.
RPing experience: Three Years
AIM: Mandy xx 19
MSN: SweetBabyWolf@hotmail.net
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ICQ:
Email: Rotty003@yahoo.com

[Alexia Andrews]

I am very happy to have a new member but, before I can properly welcome you, would be so kind as to actually read the rules and then add the appropriate changes to your Bio ?

Thank you.

[Felicity Mayham]

Sorry about that, Hun. I must have missed that while I was scanning over the rules last night. It's all updated now though. I hope everything else is to your liking.

[Alexia Andrews]

It's okay, dear, it's all good now. ( I hate the Bitchy part of being an Admin XD ... )

The tiny little still thing bugging me is your Side Effects, as I specified in the rules, the dark Magic is not quite appropriate, but the ' pixie dust ' part, as long as it is named like that as an expression, does not seem to go agaisnt that rule, I somehow adore it. If now, you could still work something out that would be quite similar to your original idea, like some kind of essence emaning from her skin and creating hallucinations. What do you think ?

I think I am horrible at explaining myself these days, so I will just ask for a sample Postie now ! And if I confused you, we could discuss the Side Effects matter via PM and fix it later.

[Felicity Mayham]

maybe I could have Felicity give of a certain pheromone that can affect the human mind and then created the hallucinations. Does that work for you?

She tossed the Styrofoam cup into the trash while she entered the class room. Curious brown eyes took in the room while she moved her way toward a seat in the back. These kids were older then her, by at least a few years, but that didn’t bother her. She just hoped that this class might actually challenge her. The Art Class at home had been crappy. She could have taught it better then Mister. Whats-His-Name.

The short teenager dropped her of-the-shoulder bag onto her lap and pulled out a purple pen before she allowed the bag to fall on the floor next to her. She rolled the pen between her fingers and kept her gaze down cast before she took of the cap, stuck it on the back, and began to doodle on the back of her right hand.

Something that her teacher must consider music filled the room, and the pink haired teenager did her level best to block it out. She sang under her own breath, while she drew aimlessly on the back of her right hand. She didn’t like drawing on paper all that much. Give her a wall, or a body, and she’ll be happy. There is more space, paper just runs out.

The music stopped, kids took their seats, and a computerized voice began to speak. She blinked and lifted her head slowly to take in the room. This teacher really had a monotonous tone. Didn't anyone tell him that monotonous tones put kids to sleep. She could already see kids put their head's down for a nap.

The voice told them to get the materials and the syllabus, and she glanced around the room, waiting for the big punch line. Her class mates actually did what the voice has told them, and so, Felicity. did too. She didn’t get it. What the hell was the joke? A robotic voice telling them what to do and a syllabus. This wasn’t how it was going to be all year, was it? She wanted to paint, and do art.

She sat back down with her supplies and syllabus and eyed the piece of paper. She was going to throw that in the trash or watch it burn later. She wasn’t going to use it. Dark brown eyes glanced upward in time to see a calming painting. Her eyebrows came together as she stared at it. That painting unsettled her, she wasn’t sure why, but it did.

He changed it, quickly and for that, Felicity was grateful. When she saw the next picture though, the short teenager cussed. She knew that wall. She knew exactly where it was, and every piece of the piece of art. She painted the young woman, and other kids had add on to the picture. She knew every detail of that vandalized wall by heart. She did that piece of 'dirty graffiti'

The odd voice continued to talk, but Felicity stopped listening. She leaned forward, across the desk to get a closer look at the picture. Her eyes narrowed and she could faintly see her signature at the near the girls shirt, but even without the signature, Mayham knew it was hers.

[Alexia Andrews]

This works perfectly. I'll let you modify it in your first post before I move it to the Archives. No need to post an answer to this.

Great Post, you are now good to go. *Pulls out the Stamps*

Approved. Welcome, and enjoy your Stay !