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Post by Melody Guthrie on May 15, 2006 19:32:53 GMT -5
"I Like Pie"
Code Name: None
Real Name: Melody Guthrie
Age: Nine
Powers: She doesn’t have any powers yet.
Group: None.
Individual Rival(s): None. Unless you count that one girl at school- never mind, I won’t get into it.
Originally from: Kentucky
Known Family: The Guthries
Grade: Third
Hobbies and pastimes: Painting, and sketching things. Also riding horses, we must not forget that…
Favorite music: Almost anything. Except classical music… *shivers*
Favorite foods: Ice Cream, Fried Dough, pizza, that sort of stuff…
History: Melody Guthrie lives with her Family with her mother and eight siblings. Her father died about a year ago. She at the moment does not have any powers, yet, but will in the later years to come.
When her brother, Sam and her sister, Paige, who left about a week ago, left for some reason, the house seemed kind of empty and lonely-for her- so she spent most of her time around horses. Once she was old enough she asked her mother if she could take riding lessons. So ever since then she’s been riding horses in her spare time. Though she’s never done any competitions.
When she was five she was chased around in circles by a small dog that was trying to lick her to death. Melody thought the dog was trying to eat her face, so she’s been afraid of small dogs ever since. Not puppies though, they’re on good terms with her. She’s also afraid of pigs… but she’d rather no talk about it…
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Post by Melody Guthrie on May 15, 2006 19:33:10 GMT -5
Sample Post:
Melody was sitting under an apple tree sketching a flower. It was a pretty flower and she’d taken quite a bit of interest to it. It cheered her up when she was feeling down yet it’s dark edges seemed made it seem sad. Like it was hiding it’s sad emotions under all the light purple.
She finished drawing the grass around it’s stem and closed the sketch pad, then put the pencil around it’s swirly bind. Melody stood up and tucked the sketch pad under arm and headed to the house to grab her boots.
Once she’d gotten her boots and put them on her feet, she started her way over to the horse ranch.
After a while of walking she finally got to the barn. She pulled open the door and started to walk along the stalls until she got to a beautiful pinto, named, Patch Work. Pulling open the stall door and walked over to the horse’s side and began to stroke it. Patch Work always listened to her and never put in his comments afterwards. Which to her meant a lot. So she was very grateful.
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Post by Gambit on May 15, 2006 19:45:05 GMT -5
Accepted
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