Post by Jentry Melone on Oct 24, 2006 21:36:23 GMT -5
First and last names: Jentry Melone
Nicknames: Jentry, Jentch, Jenchy
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5ft 3"
Hair color: brownish blonde
Eye color: brown
Personality: Jentry is an out going girl who is quite funny. She is inquistive and down-to-earth. Jenchy is not shy and will crack jokes normally and has a funny side to every story.
*Past: gah...srry no muse fer that
Pets: has a dog named Arahi, a border collie female black && white
**Picture: Siggy
+Sample post: A wind gently ruffled the girls dark brown hair as she stared unseeingly at the world around her. Her name was written in a cursive hand writting on her duffel bag that held a few of her belongings. Jentry as she was called, sat impatentlly on her hard bench, watching people walking every wicth way aroudn the park. Finding herself slightly lonely and sccared she simply took in a deep breath, allowing the freedom of the air to fill her quickly deflating lungs. She was a image of perfection, with straight brown hair and gray eyes to die for, but her thin, lanky legs and arms gave little to her good looks. Suddently rising from her seat on the uncomfrontable wooden bench she began slowly following the gravel path, her nerves finally caught up enough to begin her new, long awaited journey. She unfortunatly, was horseless, homeless, friendless, and familyless.....
Nicknames: Jentry, Jentch, Jenchy
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5ft 3"
Hair color: brownish blonde
Eye color: brown
Personality: Jentry is an out going girl who is quite funny. She is inquistive and down-to-earth. Jenchy is not shy and will crack jokes normally and has a funny side to every story.
*Past: gah...srry no muse fer that
Pets: has a dog named Arahi, a border collie female black && white
**Picture: Siggy
+Sample post: A wind gently ruffled the girls dark brown hair as she stared unseeingly at the world around her. Her name was written in a cursive hand writting on her duffel bag that held a few of her belongings. Jentry as she was called, sat impatentlly on her hard bench, watching people walking every wicth way aroudn the park. Finding herself slightly lonely and sccared she simply took in a deep breath, allowing the freedom of the air to fill her quickly deflating lungs. She was a image of perfection, with straight brown hair and gray eyes to die for, but her thin, lanky legs and arms gave little to her good looks. Suddently rising from her seat on the uncomfrontable wooden bench she began slowly following the gravel path, her nerves finally caught up enough to begin her new, long awaited journey. She unfortunatly, was horseless, homeless, friendless, and familyless.....
