Margaret EvE Ervin

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Margaret Lucille Ervin


"You can not fully live without Knowing what you're here for right now"

i'm just a face for every picture``

name •Brittany
age • 14
contact • My E-mail
rp experience • Lots and lots
member title • Admin?
how you found us •I was here.. ^^

a smile for your scrapbooks``

full name •Margaret Lucille Ervin
nicname(s) • Marg, mag, momo
age • 18
birthday • October, 15 1990
grade • Freshman in College
art •
cannon or original •Original

there's a ghost in this room``

height • 5' 6"
weight • 105
stature •Thin, lean.
eyes • Brown
hair •Long brown
play by • Collette (model)
other •she is slightly pale, but not very, and can transform into a werewolf.

to witness my first breakdown``

likes •Sun, Swimming, The feel of love, Chocolate, truthful people, Reading, music.
dislikes •Dishonest people, The cold, The clouds, Hate, misery.
habits •If she is happy she tends to smile a bit to widely for her tastes, though others seem to disagree. When she is mad, she often holds grudges for the smallest things. When she is nevrous she won't make eye contact and she rubs her arm.
fears •.She fears living alone in this world, hated, dead.
goals •Her life goal is to never have to be a werewolf again. to shed her old life and gain another. She wants to move out of Forks, and find love.
overall personality • she is caring, loving, trusting, quick witted, thoughtful, and bubbly.

too much of you is never enough``

parents • Tom Ervin(heritage traces back to the wolves and the third wife), died of lung cancer, 1989 Emily Ervin, born 1963. Mothers work is unknown.
siblings • Kathleen Ervin, born 1994. Doesn't work
other important relatives • None really
pets • Lulu, her bet lovebird.
history •Marg was like ever other child. Except that her father had died of smoking before she was born. She doesn't remember her first four years, but after that it is a vivid picture, with a dreary background. Though her mother wasn't a very good role model she some how clung on to the good. For until she was about 13 her mother did drugs, and payed no attention to her. Her everyday was the same, Monday- Friday She would wake up to her screaming mother. It wasn't always screaming at her, but it was screaming and it was loud. she would go to school, and sit with her friends.

Her friends weren't popular, but the weren't the ones that seemed to drift by themselves. They were normal, in the middle. She would get home from school to her mother and got strait to her room. Where she was locked until she was needed by her mother, Emily. With being in her room so often, she got all of her work done, and was an excellent student. In the time she wasn't endlessly checking her homework she was writing. Nothing much, but they were songs. She wasn't an auther, but a song writer perhaps.

Margaret never had a problem with her anger until her mother would beat her. She knew it truly wasn't her mom, but she knew it was a part of her. One part that could never be removed. As she got home she had realized she didn't do something her mother had asked her to do, that morning. The 16 year old Margaret held her ground as and unexpected object collided with her head. It was a bat, and a metal one to be exact. The weakened Margaret slumped to the floor as Pure hatred and furry welled up inside her. Then it happened, her body trembled as a small popping noise emitted and than she was standing, a few heads above her mother. Her mothers face turned white as she hurried out of the room. As she called for her mom, a strange barking whimper came from her mouth. Margaret flinched as she looked to the window, as the Grey face of the wolf showed up. Margaret bounded out of the house and ran, she didn't care where she would end up, she just wanted to be gone.

As her steps slowed she found herself far from her home in an unknown forest. It was a few weeks before she was calm enough to change back into herself, and when she did, boy was she surprised. The clothing she ended up wearing, were from good will. They hadn't know that the trench coat she was wearing was the only thing that she had, but she got what she needed and left.

She had landed in a small town called forks. They had a problem with big wolves, but she didn't care. Anyplace away from her mother would be fine. She entered the Forks high school as a Junior and passed, a year and a half later. As her high school education ended she got a job and got a house sea side, by the little town of La Push. She had never been there, but she knew it must be a nice little town, right?

now I'm tangled in the sheets``

read the rules • SnuggleBear.
rp sample •

Jane growled as Edwards step was only an inch away from hers. How was she going to keep this up? He power was already under his, and he most likely had more stamina than her. This fight could end you bad if she didn't stop it now. But what would Aro do if she came back empty handed? would her welcome her with open arms? Or would he punish her for her lack of "effort"? Jane watched as the god of a vampire circled around her, his stance hard, his eye never blinking. Jane blinked herself, and then smiled her devious little smile. Her back straitened as her eyes never moved off of Edward. "You are to let me go Edward." she said, her voice think, her lips almost unmoving.

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