☯ do you like the person you've become under the weight of living ☯

↠ name: skye isla locke
↠ nickname(s): none
↠ age: seventeen
↠ year: senior
↠ date of birth: third of october
↠ place of birth: john radcliffe hospital in oxford, england.
↠ nationality: english
↠ ethnicity: white british
↠ appearance: joanna halpin
↠ personality: i think the first thing people notice about me is that i'm hopelessly impulsive. always doing whatever comes to my mind without a second thought to the consequences. this can be both a positive and negative trait to posses - for example i will wake you up at 3am and we'll drive around town, getting out at random places and just laying on the roads, gazing at the stars, trying to work out the best spot for star-gazing. but the next day you might have a test, and fail it, and i wouldn't care at all. i'm an awful friend, as sometimes i'll be super interested in you, want to go out with you, choose you for my late night adventures, but about a week later i'll drop you. wont reply to your texts. i'll move on to a new friend. but you wont ditch me back. you'll wait for me. you'll wait purely because when we did spend time together i made you feel like you're the best person alive, and just for that reason, you'll be willing to wait. time spend with me is always exciting, reckless, and usually dangerous. i physically just do not do anything trivial, even if it has to be done - i'll leave it to someone else. i can be confident and open, then aloof and distant in the blink of an eye. i'll admit i don't have much respect for other people's feelings and wave people away if they ever try and open up to me, unless i really care about them, which rarely happens. i radiate powerful energy that attracts and seduces; i'm wickedly compelling. i'm never unsure and i always have a defiant opinion on something which is always backed up with strong facts. i always express my passions without fear of being judged. sometimes i'm not entirely sure why people actually like me, /i/ dont even like me, but i'm fairly sure it's because my because my good traits are so wonderfully strong they overpower the bad. well i hope so anyway. i'm tangled up in my own losses, regrets and fears which causes me to be a mystery - nobody knows the real "skye" and i dont intend anybody too. i'm full of joy but haunted by loss.
↠ important family members:
my mother is the only family member i have spoken to since moving to australia, which is sad but oddly, i feel like it strengthens our loyalty to each other. my mother's name is olivia harwell and she was born & bred in england. she's 42 years old and absolutely beautiful inside and out. she's my own hero and is, and always has been the strongest woman i know. she beat cancer when she was only six and for that, she always has my full respect.
↠ biography:
i watched as the house erupted in blood red frames. gasped as all the windows smashed and spilled fire. i cried as my father was carried out of the burning building, limp and lifeless, stolen of breath. for weeks on end i sobbed, my heart leaked heart ache and longing for just another moment, another second with my father.
i'd grown up in a remote village called ipsden by the countryside in oxfordshire, england. i was a very materialistic child, wanting everything and anything my dark blue eyes fell upon. as my family were very wealthy, they catered to my endless need for new items, so i continued to buy and buy and buy, oblivious to the fact i would loose every last bit of it in a few years.
one sunday afternoon when i was thirteen i was on a bike ride with my mother, through all the fields and meadows and woodlands. it started the best day of my life and ended as the worst. we came home to the most horrific sight. our gorgeous, modern home was up in flames. my mother fainted and i was the one who had to call the firemen. i couldn't stop thinking about my father; where was he? had he escaped? the question had a tragic answer.
my mother was a very weak woman as when she was six, she fought a battle with cancer and, although she won, she never truly lived the same as somebody who was never diagnosed. she relied on my father to keep her strong and without him around, her weakness was left with me to handle. from the day of the fire my life was turned around. upon hearing all of my items were burnt to the point where none could be fixed, i expected to have some sort of breakdown. but i didn't. it was in that moment i realised nothing i owned meant anything to me, and family was the one thing i treasured most.
my mother and i came to a collective agreement that we would not continue to live in ipsden. instead, we chose to live a whole new life, in sydney, australia. we did just that. it was wonderful, really. aside from the fact we were both still mourning over our loss we were, well, happy. the sun and nice weather worked miracles for my mothers health and i was finally free to go and do what normal teenagers do - though i was not a normal teenager. i had mentally aged years; i was a lot more mature than most girls of my age.
when i was fifteen i changed high schools, as my mother was not pleased with the teaching staff at my old one school. she decided as i did not spend much money on clothes or anything really, i deserved the absolute best education sydney could offer me. i was sent to north sydney girls high school, and as you can imagine, i didn't see many guys. as any young girl is, i was constantly falling in love with passing strangers and whatever guy caught my eye, but nobody really made my heart flutter - nobody really stood out. until mr king was allocated as the north sydney girls high school guidence counsiler in october 2000. maybe it was his chiseled jawline, or his deep brown eyes, or maybe i just loved the feeling of knowing he was an older man, but i fell hopelessly, dangerously in love with him. i'd make up stories how i dreamt about my troubled childhood every night just if it meant i could go and talk to him. i'd purposely leave my bag in his office for just a second longer with this man that was seven years older than me, and, sadly, my undying love.
i had to prove to him i was different, more mature than my peers. i was more than just a student - i was girlfriend material. he was only 22, and i was almost legal, it could work, right? sadly, it couldn't, and didn't. he did, eventually, realise he loved me back and what wonderful times we spent together. he made me wait until i was legal until he slept with me, but when we finally did actually sleep together was when it all went downhill. my best friend at the time, avalon, suspected something was up. she spied on me after school and when she found out my dirty little secret, she was the first to run to my mother and the police. i remember i was confronted first by my mother, not the police. i was petrified and guilt flooded through my veins. i knew i was the cause of all this and the blame was entirely on jaidon. i snuck out later that night and drove to his house, age sixteen, and insisted he run away with me.
he was so hesitant.. i should've realised the warning signs and gone back to bed when i had the chance. he felt the guilt and distress almost as much as i did; he was going to be arrested and loose his job and all social status he obtained. it was crushing, but you do stupid things for love. he drove and drove for hours on end, then took a sharp turn and suddenly started crying, screaming, shouting. the turn lead us to a cliff and he stopped the car just before the drop. he screamed at me to get out, his beautiful face mangled with tears. i did as i was told and waited for him to join me. with one last gentle kiss and a whisper of "i love you.." he ran to the edge of the cliff and with a moments pause to look at my face, he jumped.
↠ secret(s):
my secret is my relationship with jaidon. obviously it wasn't much of a secret in sydney, more a scandal but now i've moved to the usa, it will stay how it should be, hidden. i cannot and will not admit to myself, let alone others, that my craving for maturity has resulted in death. my mother and i do not talk about it. we don't talk about anything, really. we move to a different country instead. we move to forget. it's become a habit. we have a habit of running from our albatrosses.
↠ likes:
music, photography, weed, coffee, vodka, ice, dares, challenges, the beach, sunsets, sunrises, her mother, books, writing, partying, s-ex, england, burgers, body-mods, lsd, raspberries, records, scissors, robert sheehan, the future, rings, freckles, flannels, old movies, denim, leather, the 60s, the 20s, shots, travelling, the breakfast club, ferris bueller, cant buy me love, hammocks, making out, suits, woodlands, running, 3am adventures, revenge, black, fireworks, nirvana, the smiths, smoke, pizza, the frat pack, camping, oversized shirts, cartoons, festivals.
↠ dislikes:
waking up, modern art, suicide, vanity, animal cruelty, pretentious people, the sound of chewing gum, makeup, people with no goals, when ice is not offered, rowdy men, dubstep, sexism, racism, homophobia, noses, love, valentines day.
↠ three or more habits/quirks:
i'm an observer. i sit and i watch people, and while i'm watching, i'm also picking up what they do, and this will usually transfer into my actions. for example, when i was in australia, i noticed a lot of people have ice in their drinks regularly because of the hot weather. now i find it simply impossible to not have ice in my drinks, even if it's hot like tea or hot chocolate. i have quite a few little quirks, so i'll write a list.
☯ i walk in the middle of any aisle, sidewalk, or other shared walkway causing people to have to move around me.
☯ i take my polaroid camera everywhere.
☯ i /always/ have change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless people on the street. nothing brings me more joy than seeing the thankful look on their faces. it reminds me to keep treasuring what i have.
☯ i always carry mints. always.
☯ i'm always randomly wandering off to places when bored, even at odd times (the middle of the night, in class, etc.)
☯ i always accept stupid bets/dares for small amounts of money.
☯ i am not affected by the weather. i can wear whatever i want and wont get too cold or hot.
↠ if you had the chance to be invisible for a day, what would you do?:
i would stand between two mirrors, and gaze into infinity.
• how active will you be?: 9/10
• what will your character bring to this club?:
she'll bring a sense of carefree attitude and release. almost like claudia did but less fake and wholly herself. she'll always be at the parties, trying to lighten everyone up or slipping extra alcohol in people's drinks. she'll be the one people turn to for a chat, even if they're petrified she'll just dismiss them. she'll either bring extreme happiness or extreme sadness. there's no in between.

• clique choice: winthrope
• why?: skye doesn't care to impress. she's here to be herself and only herself. only in winthrope is where she'll feel at home and comfortable with herself. she doesn't like being popular as it brings along insecurities and a weight on your shoulders to strain yourself or acting like someone you want to be, not who you are.
• desire to be alpha?: nope
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omg thank you so much

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this is so f-cking sad.
my god it's perfect.

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@dreams-and-tranquility-xox love you too and sure!

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<3 love you heaps izzayy ;) come plot with meh - - http://www.polyvore.com/plotting_set/set?id=120956964 xx

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@dreams-and-tranquility-xox wait no it was because the internet told me it was haha

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@dreams-and-tranquility-xox thank you so much and yeah, aers gonna be in cape grove, and yeah i know but i went for that one because i wanted it to be mixed or something like that i can't remember

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oh can i just say nsg (north sydney girls) high in sydney isn't actually the best school :P ahaha but who cares ^-^. i live in sydney ;) xx

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like this is like so effing perfect. c: are you bringing your other guy charrie you were going to? *the one with like cancer* xD xx

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thanks (:

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