Age: 20 years
Occupation: High school graduate, now a sophomore in college where she is majoring in Zoology with a minor in Queer Studies. She also works part-time at her mother’s pottery workshop from Monday to Thursday.
Hair: Naturally dark brown, dyed cerulean blue. A few inches past shoulder length, it falls in a wavy fashion.
Eyes: Dark brown, almost black, with long, thick eyelashes.
Complexion: Pale and mottled with freckles, which scatter across her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose, along her shoulders, back and down her arms.
Build: She’s 5’6”, weighing in around 125 pounds. She has a healthy, stable body, a bit of an average figure, with lean shoulders and vague curves. Her hands are strong and steady, with long, thin fingers.
Body mods: No piercings, just tattoos - a bird in flight on the inside of her left wrist and “return to me, stronger than before” in tiny cursive on the inside of her right wrist.
Orientation: Bisexual, but she leans mostly towards girls because she tends to fall harder for them, more genuinely as well, whereas with boys her feelings are usually based primarily on appearance.
Hi. My name is Madelyn. Honestly, I prefer Maddy, but most people just call me ‘the freak with the blue hair’ instead.
I’m 20 years old and a sophomore in college, where I’m studying zoology and queer studies.
I live in the dorms.
I like to stay up all night and sleep in all day, but now that I’m in college, I can’t really get away with that as easily as I could back in high school. Now my grades really matter, and I have to keep them up if I want to succeed. But I still do it sometimes. It’s a hard habit to kick, you know.
Speaking of hard habits to kick, I smoke. I drink occasionally. If you have a problem with that, you might as well just keep your mouth shut about it. I know it’s bad for me, but I don’t really give a shit. It helps me with stuff. The nicotine- I’m a little bit addicted. But that’s okay. I don’t smoke a pack a day or anywhere near that. My lungs are fucked, but not completely ruined just yet. At least it’s only a nicotine addiction, rather than with the alcohol. I don’t drink as much. Just every now and then, you know, like after I’ve had a shitty day. That’s about it.
My mom’s not too fond of it. My dad smokes and drinks too. Not my problem. It’s not inheritable or anything, but I guess when you’re around it long enough, you get used to it, and it’s easier to pick up the habit, to see it as an actual release when really it just makes things worse, even though it feels like it’s helping.
Eh… whatever.
Anyway.
I have two siblings- one younger brother and one older sister. My younger brother, Ian, is still in high school. He’s a junior. Like me, he always seems to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of our family. He can be smart when he wants to be, but mostly he just keeps to himself unless he’s with people he likes.
And then there’s my older sister, Andrea, who kind of puts me and Ian to shame, really. She’s a senior in college, the same place I go to, but she’s a heck of a lot more serious about everything than I am. She’s better with people, even when she doesn’t know them that well, and more popular, too. She’s majoring in performing arts and is also a part of the dance team at our school- hence, popular. She's involved with a lot of school activities, such as Choir and the Drama club. She’s a bit stuck-up at times and gets on my nerves a lot. I get along better with Ian, personally, and so I only really go to Andrea when I need help with something. Mostly I’m okay on my own.
I’ve always been the kind of person who does perfectly fine without the help of others. I can make my own future without needing anyone else there to push it along, or for company. I’ve never really planned my life around another person, or got caught up in the scheme of things. I’m not much for serious relationships. I like simple affection, but not getting attached. Honestly, normally as soon as I find myself starting to get attached, I get myself the hell out of there. It never ends well. Sure, I end up hurting the other person, but I think I’d prefer that over losing my sense of self. I’m a very independent person, and I like it that way. People have never done much good for me, anyway.
There was this one time a few years ago, I met this girl… Oh yeah, I’m gay too. Well, actually I’m bisexual, but I’ve never been seriously attracted to a guy before, so I don’t really bother to mention it a lot of times. But anyway, yeah, once I met this girl, and for a while there, I thought I could fall in love with her. You know what happened?
Nothing.
That’s the point.
It never goes anywhere for me, so I don’t bother to automatically assume that it ever will, and you know, I’m perfectly content with that.