Post by TOBIwinters. on Mar 11, 2007 20:52:06 GMT
Name:
Tobi Michelle Winters.
Age:
Seventeen.
Gender:
Female.
Clique:
Emo.
Height:
Fivefoot Three.
Hair Colour:
Black.
Eye Colour:
A Dark Grey.
Picture:
In signature.
Celebrity//Face:
None.
Personality:
A varrying type of girl. She's suffered with bipolar disorders since she was around thirteen. The drama's she was put through were just to much for her to handle. She can be the greatest thing you've ever seen.. or she can be the craziest bitch you've ever seen in your life. She loves to have a good time, keep in mind that this girl can get crazy especially when under the influence of alchohol. She will show all the normal signs of being 'drunk', and so much more. Her attitude completely changes. When drunk, or high, she's like an eight year old with a severe case of ADHD. Enough?
She's into guys, and girls as friends. She'd kill for her friends, and if you get close enough to here she'll be the one sitting next to you in the jail cell. The perfect friend. All you have to do is learn to surpass her bipolar anxieties and except her for who she is and all she's gone through. Then, you will break the thick lining of ice that surrounds her allowing few in, and letting out so much more.
Past:
The funnest age. Three years old, at her birthday party on August fourteenth.. with every other little boy and girl running around as if there were nothing that could stop them. Nothing. Cake time, the best thing that God could have ever given the kids that seemed like the LAST thing they needed was more sugar. After that, the presents came. And Tobi got many little barbie dolls, and excesories. The one thing that she wanted most was for her daddy to come home. Momma allways said, 'He'll be back soon baby. He'll be back to you on your birthday.' Well. It was her birthday and Daddy wasn't here. It was allmost time for bed when there was a knock at the door. Tobi sprang from her bed and ran as fast as she could to the door, hoping it was her father. It was. She squealed with joy and clung to the mans legs and all he did was stand there, looking down at her like she were some pathetic creature. She whined lightly and tugged at his pant legs and be blew by her with about the force of a stampeding herd of elephants. She landed back and watched him tear off for the kitchen where my mother was and she ran after him, stumbling slightly.
Then. The unthinkable happened. Daddy pulled out a knife from the pits of his pockets and slid it quickly behind his back. Tobi eyed the knife and listened to her father mutter something beneath his breath. She was frightened by the large knife and tucked away quickly behind the space between the door to the bathroom and the next hall. She watched her mother look up with a shocked look on her face as she, gasping for air, questioned. "What the hell are you doing here?" He didn't answer. Instead he slid the knife from behind his back and quickly maneuvered himself around to the rear of where her mother sat reading the daily newspaper. He held the blunt of the knife so that the blade was hovering over her neck. He didn't answer her question.. just snarled in her ear in some inhuman way. All Tobi could do was watch, and she had her hand clapsed over her mouth to prevent her from screaming in mercy of her father. He wasn't even her father anymore, just the look in his eyes and the five'o'clock shadow that burried that smooth skin from recognition. That desire of bloodlust that haunted his eyes. It was torture. She watched her mother as she sat there her chin scoffed in the air almost trying to get away from the blade that threatened to pierce her skin at any moment. Tobi wished so bad that she could do something to help her mother.. but she couldn't. She whipped furiously at her eyes with the hand that wasn't tightly sealed over her mouth.
Everything went from bad to worse as her father pressed the blade against her mother's throat. She watched the slow streaming of blood fall as he pressed the blade deeper and deeper into her mothers throat. She covered her eyes and wheep. She peaked through her fingers as she watched the beast shred her mother into shards. As he finished, bloodstained hands he coldly turned towards Tobi. She looked into those devilish eyes and ran. Finding anywhere to hide. She stormed into her room and closed the door, fumbling with the lock as she listened to the footsteps of the beast storm up the steps screaming furiously for the little girl to come out. She hid in the one spot she'd thought he'd never look, in a trap door that mommy said he never knew about. Put in their for an escape route for Tobie had she ever needed it. She needed it now more than ever. She quaked heavily as she listened to that stranger moan out her name. Just that though, now, sent shivers of cold fury down her spine. She listened to him fumble with picking the lock before the lock finally gave loose and he bumbarded his way in. She cringed and sank into the darkest corner of that underfloor cubicle, listening to him walk about her room looking for her; calling out her name, scrapping that cold metal against her walls, that small trail of her own mothers blood. She laced her fingers over her mouth and fell silent breathing as shallow as she could without rattling like the tail of a rattlesnake.
The footsteps died as the male walked out, the door slammed behind him. He muttered something before he clambered down the steps. The front door closed. And Tobi remained in her little box. Slowly, but surely she fell asleep, the haunting nightmares of witnessing her own mother's murder toiled with her mind. Those devilish eyes were simply terrifying to even the slightest thoughts. Her Aunt stopped by the next morning, and screamed in the horror of finding her sister cut to no belief and pale as a ghost. Tobi ran downstairs and clung helplessly to her Aunt's leg and cried.
Her father, the beast, to this day was not found. Which haunts her every thought. She knows he's most likely out there.. somewhere. Where? She has no clue. Imagine living your life knowing the very man you called 'Father' had brutally murdered your mother and left without a capture.. still roaming out there. Somewhere.
Tobi Michelle Winters.
Age:
Seventeen.
Gender:
Female.
Clique:
Emo.
Height:
Fivefoot Three.
Hair Colour:
Black.
Eye Colour:
A Dark Grey.
Picture:
In signature.
Celebrity//Face:
None.
Personality:
A varrying type of girl. She's suffered with bipolar disorders since she was around thirteen. The drama's she was put through were just to much for her to handle. She can be the greatest thing you've ever seen.. or she can be the craziest bitch you've ever seen in your life. She loves to have a good time, keep in mind that this girl can get crazy especially when under the influence of alchohol. She will show all the normal signs of being 'drunk', and so much more. Her attitude completely changes. When drunk, or high, she's like an eight year old with a severe case of ADHD. Enough?
She's into guys, and girls as friends. She'd kill for her friends, and if you get close enough to here she'll be the one sitting next to you in the jail cell. The perfect friend. All you have to do is learn to surpass her bipolar anxieties and except her for who she is and all she's gone through. Then, you will break the thick lining of ice that surrounds her allowing few in, and letting out so much more.
Past:
The funnest age. Three years old, at her birthday party on August fourteenth.. with every other little boy and girl running around as if there were nothing that could stop them. Nothing. Cake time, the best thing that God could have ever given the kids that seemed like the LAST thing they needed was more sugar. After that, the presents came. And Tobi got many little barbie dolls, and excesories. The one thing that she wanted most was for her daddy to come home. Momma allways said, 'He'll be back soon baby. He'll be back to you on your birthday.' Well. It was her birthday and Daddy wasn't here. It was allmost time for bed when there was a knock at the door. Tobi sprang from her bed and ran as fast as she could to the door, hoping it was her father. It was. She squealed with joy and clung to the mans legs and all he did was stand there, looking down at her like she were some pathetic creature. She whined lightly and tugged at his pant legs and be blew by her with about the force of a stampeding herd of elephants. She landed back and watched him tear off for the kitchen where my mother was and she ran after him, stumbling slightly.
Then. The unthinkable happened. Daddy pulled out a knife from the pits of his pockets and slid it quickly behind his back. Tobi eyed the knife and listened to her father mutter something beneath his breath. She was frightened by the large knife and tucked away quickly behind the space between the door to the bathroom and the next hall. She watched her mother look up with a shocked look on her face as she, gasping for air, questioned. "What the hell are you doing here?" He didn't answer. Instead he slid the knife from behind his back and quickly maneuvered himself around to the rear of where her mother sat reading the daily newspaper. He held the blunt of the knife so that the blade was hovering over her neck. He didn't answer her question.. just snarled in her ear in some inhuman way. All Tobi could do was watch, and she had her hand clapsed over her mouth to prevent her from screaming in mercy of her father. He wasn't even her father anymore, just the look in his eyes and the five'o'clock shadow that burried that smooth skin from recognition. That desire of bloodlust that haunted his eyes. It was torture. She watched her mother as she sat there her chin scoffed in the air almost trying to get away from the blade that threatened to pierce her skin at any moment. Tobi wished so bad that she could do something to help her mother.. but she couldn't. She whipped furiously at her eyes with the hand that wasn't tightly sealed over her mouth.
Everything went from bad to worse as her father pressed the blade against her mother's throat. She watched the slow streaming of blood fall as he pressed the blade deeper and deeper into her mothers throat. She covered her eyes and wheep. She peaked through her fingers as she watched the beast shred her mother into shards. As he finished, bloodstained hands he coldly turned towards Tobi. She looked into those devilish eyes and ran. Finding anywhere to hide. She stormed into her room and closed the door, fumbling with the lock as she listened to the footsteps of the beast storm up the steps screaming furiously for the little girl to come out. She hid in the one spot she'd thought he'd never look, in a trap door that mommy said he never knew about. Put in their for an escape route for Tobie had she ever needed it. She needed it now more than ever. She quaked heavily as she listened to that stranger moan out her name. Just that though, now, sent shivers of cold fury down her spine. She listened to him fumble with picking the lock before the lock finally gave loose and he bumbarded his way in. She cringed and sank into the darkest corner of that underfloor cubicle, listening to him walk about her room looking for her; calling out her name, scrapping that cold metal against her walls, that small trail of her own mothers blood. She laced her fingers over her mouth and fell silent breathing as shallow as she could without rattling like the tail of a rattlesnake.
The footsteps died as the male walked out, the door slammed behind him. He muttered something before he clambered down the steps. The front door closed. And Tobi remained in her little box. Slowly, but surely she fell asleep, the haunting nightmares of witnessing her own mother's murder toiled with her mind. Those devilish eyes were simply terrifying to even the slightest thoughts. Her Aunt stopped by the next morning, and screamed in the horror of finding her sister cut to no belief and pale as a ghost. Tobi ran downstairs and clung helplessly to her Aunt's leg and cried.
Her father, the beast, to this day was not found. Which haunts her every thought. She knows he's most likely out there.. somewhere. Where? She has no clue. Imagine living your life knowing the very man you called 'Father' had brutally murdered your mother and left without a capture.. still roaming out there. Somewhere.
