frankie dylan mcday
"she's just somebody's daughter, just looking for somebody to love her"

just the basics;

full name;
frankie dylan mcday
age;
nineteen.
grade;
senior , held back.
clique;
possibly queens
or preps.
sexuality;
straight.
hometown;
milwaukee , wisconsin
birthday;
august 23, 1989.

take us home;

family;

``maxton mcday , 42 , bounty hunter

``colter swaller , deceased

``bryce mcday , twin , musician

``troy mcday , 18 , student

``charlie mcday , 16 , student


pets;
Cash Me In [Cash] , paint X thoroughbred , gelding

let's dig deep;

personality;
seeing as frankie was born to and raised around a group of law defying rebels, she’s bound to be one as well. she’s definitely one of those people who proves punks are the rebellious type of people. she’s captured her mother’s habit of getting into trouble as well as her father’s habit of dealing with drugs and whatnot. though she’s more towards the skater type, frankie doesn’t let people get away with kicking around. many fist fights have been started with other girls in which frankie has more often than not won. in cases where she has indeed lost, it only helped to teach her what had to be done different the next time. she has a rather large ego and refuses to accept the fact that she’s wrong nor does she let people talk trash about her. it’s extremely hard to get around to frankie‘s sensitive side though it can be done through family. Very few times have people actually heard her speak of her father or mother and it only adds to the claim of her stubbornness.

meek is not a word that is used to describe frankie. she’s not the least bit shy and will do just about anything to get what she wants or do what needs to be done. she somewhat athletic and works hard in her art deals to get everything done properly as well as in acting. when it comes to art, frankie’s what you may call a perfectionist. she refuses to give up on a piece of work until it’s to her complete satisfaction, no matter how good other people claim it may actually be.

believe or not, frankie does have a soft side. what is even more shocking is that it happens to be for guys. she has little dependency on her father and therefore seeks out what masculine influences she can have in her life. though she can be a rather snotty bitch, there aren’t a whole lot of guys who can’t get to her or who she can turn away, especially when alcohol is involved.

physical appearance;
with a delicately shaped eyes, frankie’s features are accented extremely well. her eyes are of a cold blue-gray which often display her personality more than anything else about her. frankie is a touchy girl and therefore, her gaze gives her a bit of an intimidating nature to her. gowever, she does have a soft side to her and her gaze seems to ease into a bluer hue when she’s pleased.

with an extremely petite form, frankie clearly takes the genes of her mother. weighing in at only one hundred and thirteen pounds, frankie does quite a bit to keep herself in shape. being an actress on the side compels frankie to stay fit in order to get certain parts that she wants. likewise, she stays slim in order to be satisfied with the way she looks.

frankie has numerous physical flaws, many of those being piercing. her most prided one is her bellybutton ring which she went out and had done for her sixteenth birthday, despite her father’s forbidding. six earrings adorn each of her ears and she bears a small nose stud which she often takes out seeing as its not of her favorite. a think barbed wire tattoo circles her arm, her name woven into the middle. upon her hip is a small biohazard symbol which represented the gang she was apart of during her father’s gang days. though she is no longer apart of the group, she has failed to get the tattoo removed. being somewhat of a tomboy as a young girl, frankie has a few small scars from petty accidents as a child. her only rather large one goes around her ankle from where she kicked in a window. she also has a small scar going across three of her fingers from playing peewee league hockey and failing to wear her gloves during a game. a skate blade had sliced her hand and ever since Frankie has worn the scar.

for the most part she dresses for comfort. she’s got money to pay for things and proves it through her clothing. no outfit is complete without a great pair of shoes. as far as frankie’s shoe collection goes, she’s got plenty to choose from. shoes are a weakness of hers and she has shoes from nearly all the top designers and flaunts them off well. her friends joke that she go all year without wearing the same shoes twice and honestly, it wouldn’t be a great surprise if she pulled the feat off.


history;
high school romance never lasts long though when colter swaller became pregnant with her boyfriends child as a high school senior, she expected him to be with her forever. troubled with cancer and an active drug user, colter knew she couldn’t do it alone. max lyra, however, had different plans. upon hearing that his girlfriend, who he had cheated on multiple times, had become impregnated with his child, he fled for nearly nine months. colter, alone and almost always stoned, raved on and on to police and town members that she needed someone to help her. and yet, she was ignored, people not wanting to get involved with a druggie.

a warm august night in 1989 brought the birth of a six pound dark haired baby girl as well as her twin brother. despite the fact that all seemed to be going well with the small child, frankie, only god could know that she was in for a world of hell. to be perfectly honest, doctors were surprised she hadn’t shown any signs of mental retardations on account of her mother’s constant drug use.

nearly a month after frankie’s birth, max had shown up once and for all to take care of his daughter. colter had grown terribly ill both due to her meth use as well as the fact that cancer was slowly eating her time alive away. she hadn’t been keen on the idea of letting max back into her life but she knew her daughter needed someone to look after her seeing as her death was near. max too had problems with drugs, as well as gang violence but had managed to keep frankie alive by some miracle. It hadn’t taken but a few months before colter had passed away, leaving frankie in dangerous hands.

Of course people whispered about the little girl who was being raised by a convict though nothing was ever done to remove her from the care of her father. Day by day, Max became more and more miserable on account of Colter’s death. He had desperately tried to overdose over and over, finally getting himself nearly shot by a gang member he had refused to pay. He had managed to land himself in jail for ten years, leaving year old frankie to fend for herself in foster care as well as her two brothers.

Even at age nine, frankie had already been inheriting her parents’ rebellious actions having heard plenty of tales about them from nearly everyone she knew. Despite the fact that she was turning out like her father, with his spirit and whatnot running in her blood, she hated him for abandoning her mother and most of all, abandoning her.

After ten long years of living without her father, Max had somehow managed to turn his life around and convince a judge that his life was now suitable to obtain a place for frankie within it. She had returned to live with him but not upon her own free will. Her father was now a bounty hunter, taking down the people that he had at one point been just like. This sort of job brought in quite a bit of money and while frankie got every little thing her heart desired, it just wasn’t enough.

frankie had appeared to be the perfect girl next door though during her freshman year, she had picked up on the joys of weed. Seldom did she ever lose her composure in public though she knew how to have a bit of fun. More and more time was spent outside of the home and while her father desperately tried to keep her around, he failed to do so. Smoking was still appealing to her but frankie had discovered drinking as well, leading to a world of disaster. She had a habit of sleeping around though some way or another, she found herself in a serious relationship during the summer of her sophomore year. She had offered to drive her drunken boyfriend home even though she was drunk as well. The last thing she can remember and the only picture left in her mind is that of Todd’s lifeless body.

frankie had planned on telling Todd the preceding morning that she was pregnant with his child though his death left her with nothing but grief. Wanting to forget what she had done, she overdosed as she had been told her father did, causing a miscarriage and a serious trip to the hospital.

so tell us;

likes;
``sex
``flings
``shopping
``shoes
``horseback riding
``photography
``writing
``whoring around
``jack daniels
``crazy parties
``drugs
``cigarettes
``roller coasters
``taking a risk

dislikes;
``cops
``professors
``spiders
``winter
``blood
``needles
``hangovers
``sunburn
``ugly tan lines
``her father
``nerds

secrets;
``constant drug use
``ex-gang member
``loves bad boys

fears;
``always being alone
``being forgotten
``forgiving her father

your turn;

ooc name;
emily

other characters;
working on carsten king

sample post;

Jul 21, 2008, 8:16pm, finnigan peters. wrote:

barker a soft sigh settled through slightly cracked lips as a slender form found its way past the cold, stone archway of the city. a mass of ebony locks fell into his face as he attempted to avoid the adverting gaze from others. he didn't carry much with him, other than an old grain sack with a few belongings. hell, he was thrown on the ship with much less and had resorted to snatching what he could from other sailors fifteen years later, here he was standing. he had been taken as a happy benjamin barker, however, that man had decayed with the hopes of ever returning to see his beloved lucy. it appeared that the city had changed very little, perhaps a few more homeless strangers roaming the streets and a bit more wear & tear on the cobblestone streets. london itself still gave off that deep mysterious feeling as well as its arrogance. quite a homely looking figure, he was. one who was wondering along the street and saw him would say he was barely above poverty. a thick white streak ran through his once thick black hair and soot covered nearly every inch of unclothed flesh. at one point, he was surely a handsome man but the years of harsh winds and sea water had taken its toll upon him. there were matters in which needed settling but being that he just docked here in london, he thought best to keep it low key for a bit. avoid as many people as possible and stray from questioning. thrusting his bag upon the cement at the corner of two streets, he paused for a moment. digging within the pockets of his overcoat, he withdrew a rust stained flask, removing the top to empty the remaining contents into his mouth. he had picked up the habit and living on a lonely ship with a bunch of nasty, filthy men, the drinks became his best friend.

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