OC:
Name:

melissssssssssssa

Age:

thirteen

Nickname:

mel

How You Found Us:

i already have an account here xD

General:
Name:

teagan marie mckenzie;; don't forget it

Age:

fourteen;; years to young

Nickname:

tea;; they drink it in England

Location:

Ardwind;; Gilligan's Island

Birthplace:

New York, New York;; love it

Further:
History:

Every family has a story, even if its boring or if the children don't know, every family has a story. The McKenzie's family story starts on a a bright March afternoon when their first and only child; Teagan Marie, was born. She came out of her mothers womb screaming and crying. Red faced and all Teagan's parents loved her and right away she became the center of there world.

Have you ever watched Charlie and the chocolate factory? Its really good, and a shame if you haven't. Well if you have do you remember that girl wanted and caught everything? Well that's how little Teagan grew up; a spoiled little brat. She had her parents wrapped around her little stubby fingers before she could even walk , she had full range of the house and never got in trouble. This all continued until Tea was six and her father finally had to put his foot down.

What was this world changing event that made her parents change there attitude towards their beloved first born? Emily was pregnant again and this wonderful McKenzie Family Story would change again. They started setting rules for little miss McKenzie, making sure she cleaned up after herself, so her mother didn't have to work as much. She had to work with out a fuss so her parents where hassle free to paint the new nursery for her sibling and go to those pregnant classes. Unlike what most people would believe Tegan really liked these rules. She liked being rewarded for the good things she did, she felt as if what she did her parents actually noticed.

Then it happened. A downfall in this family's story. It happened only a few mouths before the due date. Emily was headed down stairs to get something to drink when she made a wrong step and fell down the stairs. She lost her baby that night and the chances of ever having another child. Coming home from the hospital Emily felt that she had taken her little Teagan for granted and started to spoil her even more.

Thats how Older Tea, the one right now, came to be. She went to grade school with no problem what so ever, she grew up in a perfect little world. The only person that really gave her grief was her father, David. He tried to make sure Teagan stayed in line and like before Tea really like that. But fate so had it that a deadly diseases started to break out.

At first Teagan didn't really care about why her family was flipping out over the diseases, but on one sad day the diseases took the life of her beloved farther. Teagan didn't talk for months afterwards as her mother tried to get them to Ardwind so they didn't die either. Tea hated that, she wanted to stay in her home in New York and catch the disease so she could die to. Still she ended up on in California anyways.

Appearance:

Personality:

Teagan is, well something else. If she doesn't know you she hates you and you don't want Tea hating you. She starts yelling and screaming or gives you the silent treatment. The person she hates must of all is her mother, Emily. She likes making fun of things like hair or clothes, which if you've ever been made fun of because of that it hurts.

She is also a fun loving person. Tea was often found in New York parties dancing with some boy that to her had no name. She doesn't like smoking at all, but every once in a while she drinks.

With the whole being mean thing she is self-obsessed. She spends hours in the shower or in front of the mirror. She has millions of cloths and earrings, necklaces, bracelets. Teagan is also obsessed with her cell phone, which is like her life support.

Hobbies:

&&__screaming;;
&&__procrastinating;;
&&__parting;;
&&__ calling people 'babe'

Likes:

&&__goofing off;;
&&__her father<33
&&__flirting;;
&&__new york new york

Dislikes:

&&__her mother;;
&&__peanut butter;;
&&__ her mother;;
&&__ school;;
&&__ her mother;;

Q & A:
Infected?:

nope

Any Other Illnesses?:

allergic to peanut butter

Any Distinguishing Features:

a black "mongolian" birthmark on her shoulder shaped like mt. rush more

Work:

student;; freshman

Before & After & RP:
One Memory of Life Before Nax IP3:

Teagan remembers her farther taking her to work one day. He worked in an office and had his own little box with cabinets and a computer. Teagan liked playing with a calculator and trying to make faces and words with the numbers. When it was time to leave little Tea would start crying because she wanted to stay.

One Memory After Nax IP3:

Crying in front of a tombstone with her fathers name engraved in it. When her mother and uncle tried to pull her away she grabbed onto her fathers grave screaming bloody murder. She was crying so hard that her hands slipped and she was pulled into a vehcile screaming and sobbing.

Sample RP:

Quote:

Love me tender, Love me sweet, Never let me go. You have made my life complete, And I love you so. Love me tender, Love me true, All my dreams fulfilled. For my darlin I love you, And I always will. Love me tender, Love me long, Take me to your heart. For its there that I belong, And well never part..... Elvis Presley's voice filled the small white broken down Nissan Maximum which young Arden Clark drove. She was headed home after a long day of window-shopping at Seattle. The king sang Arden's favorites song, the soothing, Love Me Tender. Elvis' hypnotic voice had soothed Arden into a deep sleep. Only when she'd go over a rock, making the CD skip, did she wake up and notice she was going a little to fast. It wasn't a real big problem; she was the only one on the road at the time, but there where many trees and side railings she could crash into. It was Saturday night, maybe around 10 or 11, and she was taking th back way home. Arden had hated her parents from plucking her out of her beloved Oregon home and dropping her into the boring town of Forks. So she had done all her teenage self could do to get away from her parents and Forks. A simple, long, car trip was the perfect plan, but maybe if she started home ward early would have been a better plan. Arden hated falling asleep at the wheel, it freaked her out to suddenly wake up and swerve so she didn't crash. Also it was hard when her foot would loosen on the pedal or push down harder because of the stick sift. The strawberries and creme Starbuck's Fappicino Arden had bought to keep her up wasn't working and it was starting to run low. Arden was rethinking getting a cold drink, a nice hot chocolate would have been better. The heater in the Maximum didn't work, along with many other things in the car, leaving Miss Clark freezing. Something that Arden hated more then Forks was this crap her parents called a car. The leather inside was pealing. There was something wrong with the engine that made it sound like a lawn mower, or her Uncle Henry when he snores. Also, the windows didn't roll down, which made drive-threws totally impossible. Lastly, and most sadly, the broken down Nissan sometimes, out of the blue, broke down, and it just happened to be one of those days. Without warning the small car made a loud BI-BANG sound and slowed down immensely. Cursing, Arden slowed the car to the side of the road, turn the key and popped the hood. From her seat Arden could see smoke rise threw the cracked hood. Sighing Arden slammed her head against the sterning wheel. This hadn't been the first time the damn car over heated, but last time she had her younger brother, Peter, there to help. Groaning, Arden got out of the car and closed the door behind her, maybe there was something she could fix. The smoke was like fog, warm fog that hurt your eyes if you caught close, and it was hard for Arden to see what the real problem was. When the car cooled down and wasn't stemming Arden still couldn't see the problem. What did she know about cars? Nothing. Groaning again Arden headed back to the car door to get her cell phone. "No, no, no, no"It was locked. How could it be locked?! Only a few minutes ago Arden was inside driving it! Arden started hitting the doors, maybe it was just stuck. It wasn't. Then she tried the other doors, they where all locked. Arden peered threw the water stained windows, inside was her purse and her Starbucks; that was all. Arden leaned against the car, shivering. It was to late, to dark, to cold. Her clothes weren't the warmest things in her closet. The wind was like cold long fingers brushing against her face and playing with her hair. The wind pushed against her white t-shirt, which was so thin it seemed like Arden wasn't even wearing it. Still the jeans kept her somewhat warm, and her beloved Eskimo boots kept her toes nice and toasty. Thoughts ran threw her mind faster then a cheetah chasing its prey. What should i do? Walk back to Seattle? OR try and walk to Forks? Maybe if someone drives by i can hitch-hike or use there phone. But who in there right mind be driving to boring Forks, Washington?! Groaning at herself Arden decided to wait, she really didn't want to leave her car there all alone. And if no one came in a while she'd just start walking towards Fork. That seemed like a simple easy plan; waiting.