Monroe, Friday

[FRIDAY AGATHA MONROE]

FRIDAYAGATHAMONROE



• I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, The dreams in which I’m dying •
• are the best I’ve ever had •

FULLNAME| Friday Agatha Monroe
BIRTHDAY| October 13.
IAMTHISYOUNG| Seventeen
PINKORBLUE| Pink
OCCUPATION| None
SEXUALORIENTATION| Heterosexual
MEMBERGROUP| Outsider

HAIRCOLOR| Blonde
EYECOLOR| Brown
HOWIAMBUILT| Slender, Willowy
THISHEIGHT| 5’7”
THATWEIGHT| 124 lbs.
TATOOES| none
PIERCINGS| earlobes
IHAVEATWIN| Alona Tal
OVERALLLOOKS|
Friday is very lean and willowy, with long arms and legs. Her legs make up a good portion of her height. She’s okay with the way she looks, as far as being fairly tall, but she sometimes wishes she were shorter so she’d be cuter. While Friday has a thin frame, she isn’t weak. If you were to watch her run, or throw you’d see she has muscles. He skin is very fair, and under the moonlight she almost appears to glow because of it, alongside her naturally blonde hair. Some say she looks like a ghost.
She has an oval face that is slightly too long for her liking. Her lips are a natural brownish pink and her eyes are a deep brown, sometimes with a bit of green. Her hair is an inch or two past her shoulders and naturally wavy. She rarely gets bangs cut into her hair, or styles it. Ponytail holders are her best friend. She once dyed her hair and regretted it, as it made her hair look like a carrot.
Friday has a very natural look to her makeup and clothing choices. She doesn’t try to stand out, nor does she try to blend in. She’s very much herself. She’s got a bit of a bohemian look to her with a punk edge. She loves jewel tones and earth colours. She very rarely gets dressed up, but she cleans up well.

ILOVETHIS| Tarot, Drawing, Reading, Running, Cooking, Singing, Laughing, Nature, Adrenaline, Rain
IHATETHIS| Swimming, Math, Science, Camping, Insects, Frogs, Snow, Seafood
MYSTRENGHTS| Confident, Easy Going, Loyal, Determined, Fierce
MYWEAKNESSES| Difficulties focusing, Tempermental, Defensive, Emotional, Dramatic
QUIRKS&HABITS| Playing with her hair, biting her lip when thinking, claustrophobic
OVERALLPERSONALITY|
Friday is very much herself. She loves what she loves, hates what she hates, and isn’t afraid to show it to other people. When it comes to being dissed, she’s always got a snide remark at the ready, as its something she’s grown up dealing with. She won’t come at you without reason, but if you are being nasty to her or any of her friend’s she will seek you out. She’s protective and loyal to the last, and if that means getting physical she will.
Friday was born in October on Friday 13th. Her name was originally supposed to be Brittany, but her parents decided that it would be cute to name her Friday. Instead the name got her labelled ‘freak’ and she quickly fell into that roll. She was by nature shy and quiet, preferring to read instead of party. Her interest in Wicca and Tarot didn’t exactly meld with her small town’s outlook on things. She doesn’t really care when people call her a freak, she often thanks them, saying she’d rather be a freak than a sheep. Though occasionally she’ll have a breakdown because she lost some great opportunity because of her strangeness… like a chance at love.
Friday is extremely romantic. She’s a dreamer and a lover, and wishes to find her true Prince Charming. However; she always falls for the guy who would never give her a chance because of how odd she is. Which has driven her to believe that love does not exist… or at least to tell herself that’s what she believes. She has a habit of losing her cool around cute boys, and becoming a complete dork. As well as a klutz.

HOMETOWN| Riceville, Iowa
PARENTSI| Mary and Keith Monroe, 42, Teachers
SIBLINGS| Brody Monroe, 20, Studying Journalism
IHAVEPETS| A small black cat, named Memory.
CURRENTLYLIVING| On her way to her new home in Texas
MODEOFDEATH Dead? I’m not dead! (yet.)
OVERALLHISTORY|
Friday was born on Friday October 13th, and so her parents thought it would be ‘just the cutest thing’ if they named her ‘Friday’ instead of ‘Brittany’. Instead this had her growing up with the label ‘freak’. In Riceville, Iowa being anything but a Mary-Sue or Gary-Stu (meaning anything but a blonde haired, blue eyes, catholic Caucasian) was unacceptable. Well, Friday didn’t seem normal, and the label they’d put on her… it didn’t entice her to behave that way.
Out of spite she began reading tarot and studying Wicca, and actually found out that her belief’s fell into that religion. So she began seriously practicing Wicca, and reading tarot regularly. She also studied ghosts and the paranormal, and developed strong opinions about those.
Originally, in her younger years, she was accepted by her peers, but as soon as the children started acting snobby, she was quickly ousted from that. In her later school years she was subject to bullying, and it only got worse into highschool. She went through a period where she wore gothic clothes, black black black and more black! However, she realized that she didn’t need to dress a certain way because of what she thought to be true.
The discrimination got worse and worse as she got older. The most recent even being the burning of their house. And on the road was the spray painted word ‘WITCH’. Friday knew who it was, but said nothing. Her family got a house in Texas afterwards, and Friday was staying with her friend until her brother got a couple days off university. He drove down to pick her up, but their car broke down in Belmill. If their car isn’t fixed quickly, Brody will have to leave her there and get a ride back to school.

YOURNAMEI| Riley
IAMTHISYOUNG| Sixteen
GOTEXPERIENCE| Since I was nine.
WHYIJOINED| Rennie is my Queen
SAMPLEROLEPLAY|

”Brody… should the car be making that noise?”
Friday watched the boring Texas scenery pass by, and listened to the increasingly loud ‘Thunk-Ka-Chonk’ noise that was coming from under the hood of her brother’s Honda Civic. The champagne car wasn’t new when he got it, and by no means in good shape. However; he had needed a car for school, and it was cheap. She didn’t care to think about the odd coloured stains in the upholstery, or the strange lumpy imprint in the back seat.
”No. Probably not. I’ll check it in the next town.” Brody replied, frowning. Friday was about to ask him when he thought that would be when they passed a sign. It read ‘Welcome to Belmill. Pop 6001.’ Belmill? Where the heck was Belmill? She looked over the map that sat on her dashboard. Belmill didn’t exist on paper. She’d never heard it mentioned.
”No. Nononono.” Brody cursed as the car began to slow, and then hit a stop. He smacked the steering wheel, the horn letting out a honk that pierced the silence and made Friday pull her head into her shoulders. The town didn’t look busy, from where they’d stopped. In fact, she didn’t see anyone. Was Belmill a ghost town? She folded the map and put it in the glove box, waiting for Brody’s direction. She knew if she made a suggestion, she’d get yelled at. Brody’s car was his baby. ”Grab your bag, Friday, we’re walking to the mechanic’s.”
Friday sighed and reached into the backseat. As she stepped out of the car, the air stung her face. It was hot and dry, and she realized why Brody had brought all the bottled water he did. She immediately regretted wearing jeans. She tucked the forever disobedient blonde strand of hair that hung over her left eye behind her ear, only to feel it fall forward again.