WINIFRED SONG

NAME?
Winifred Corinne-May Song

NICKNAMES?
Wini, Freddy, Song

AGE?
16-18

RACE?
Caucasian &&Russian

NATIONALITY?
Hot British girl wh00t.

HEIGHT/WEIGHT?
159cm/42kg

BIRTHDAY?
2nd January

PIERCINGS?
Five on right ear, three on left ear

TATTOO?
A snake all down her whole back [FYI: accompanied by a long, deep gash/scar thing]

LIKES?
x. brother Wilfred Song♥
x. Converse &Nike shoes
x. singing in the shower
x. opera singers, I like it when their adam's apples bob and their funny expressions XD
x. my smexy bass guitar, it's got a name, it's called APPLE! :]
x. my pet cat, HONEY!
x. my pet german shepherd, CLOVER! [technically it's my bro's, but heck XD]
x. my 'pet' horse SUGAR! [stays at the horse ranch, not really mine though o:]
x. lavendar. as in the plant, not colour
x. oversized longsleeved tops, wheeee
x. latin dance. &hip-hop. so free, so expressive! looooove.

DISLIKES?
x. skirts
x. sluts who dress so skimpily, there isnt enough cloth from their outfit to even make up my baggy pants
x. stupid woman who acts cute and tries to talk in a high pitched voice. ew.
x. ballet, it's a such a sickening, restricting dance. besides that, it's fugly.
x. pinkkkkkk
x. rabbits. they die way fast. ]:
x. vegtables. i'm a goddamned carnivore, RAWR.
x. earl grey tea. ew.
x. ants, they freak me out


FAMILY?
I love my family a lot. We're a bunch of fun-loving nutcase'd people, and we rock your world. Totally.
Dad's a museum curator, and mommy dearest's a fashion designer. Fwee. Dad used to be a painter, but he retired hence the curator crap. He loves making pottery now in his spare time, so don't be surprised to see some weird looking vases placed all around our house. :/

I get free funky clothes from mommy dearest. And sometimes priveleges to certain shops, but they don't include a lot of those brands I like because she's not that famous enough. Dang. )x But it's good enough for me, because I live a comfortable life. Fwee! :D I'm a very happy kid, I love my family &&friends truckcarbus loads!

As for the scar I got, well, it was actually more of a burn mark.
Once, our old house burnt down, Iwas trying to save daddy's favourite painting, and a burning pillar fell on me,
believe me, it hurt like hell. Kids, don't try this at home. :]

INTRO?
Honey-hued eyes peered with an innocous gaze over at the miniscule ant scurrying across the concrete floor, a bread crumb small enough to almost rival its size hitched upon it's back. As if utmost effort was used, the ant crawled at a painstakingly slow pace, despite the iminent danger of the honey-eyed girl squishing it flat with her thumb. There was no need to be afraid: in fact, she was totally, freaked out.

Winifred Song twirled one of her braids around her little pink staring blankly at the staggering ant. Poor ant. Two, long braids fell over her shoulders, stopping somewhere near her barely visible chest. Her jet black hair was a mess as usual, and in her opinion messy in an artsy way, coated lightly with mousse &wax.

A long, white sleeved shirt practically camoflaged her into the white wall she leant against, the only redeemingly different feature being the large rollingstones trademark smacked across her chest; the lips with the tongue sticking out, logo thing. Rather pretty.Acrylic shaped to look like Bambi from the classic Disney movies hung as a pendant from her silver-chained necklace, in which the deer-shaped plasticthing wore a necklace around its neck too. Interesting, a neckalce within a necklace.

Black, baggy pants hung loosely from her bony hips. Various pockets and an absurd amount of extra cloth and quaint extensions laced around the pants, making it look rather rockish-fancy. A crimson, burnished leather belt held up the denims, a bright red ribbon appearing right smack in the middle. Pretty, oooh. A little of her snake tattoo peeped out from the low hipster of her pants, despite the length of her shirt. You could practically glimpsed her butt-cleavage, however it was tastefully obscured by an extra slip of cloth we call, um, thongs, the word 'superstar' flashing in red &grey all around the waistband of her underwear.

Bright tomato red with shiney leather was fitted to her feet; it was the current season's fave, the shiny leather platform shoes with wooden paddings and chunky heels. She tapped her feet against the floor to a rather non-existant tune or beat she'd probably conceived in the last five seconds.She interested herself with the skull ring she wore on her middle finger. Pretty.