Honey T. Knight

[honey]

Honey Tara Knight

get ready for a wild ride

better take your time baby
get back to the basics.

Nickname: Honey, Hun, Tara, Canvas
Age: 16; December 21^st
Nationality: White
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetrosexual.
Status: Single
Student or adult: Student
Face Claim: Betty Curse
Extra Appearence: Scars along her left upper arm, left wrist, stomach and lower legs.[/ size]

make a good impression
Personality is Key

Honey's Likes

• Painting
  
• Bass Guitar
  
• Piano
  
• Violin
  
• Cats
  
• Pineapple
  
• Roller Skating
  
• School Plays
  
• Tea

Honey' Dislikes

• Being alone
  
• Tomatoes
  
• Acting
  
• Talking
  
• Know-it-alls
  
• Moving
  
• Dogs
  
• Trumpet

Goals

• For her art to be in museums
  
• To join a band
  
• Graduate with good grades

Fears

• Death
  
• The dark
  
• Dogs

Secrets

• Her best friend's death
  
• Her emotional issues

Strengths

• Her musical talent
  
• Painting
  
• Pokemon video games

Weaknesses

• Doesn't talk
  
• Doesn't care about her appearance
  
• Easily pursued

Quirks

• Doesn't talk- and when she does its not much
  
• Paint- always on her skin or clothes (thus, the nickname canvas)
  
• Smiles- when she's happy she will smile, but that's it

Attractions

• Tall
  
• Strong
  
• Funny

Overall Personality

• Non-Talkative due to a traumatic event, Honey rarely talks, and when she does it's only one or two words and usually only to teachers.
  
• Serious wanting to be successful, she is always willing to do any extra work in any class or on any project to get the extra points
  
• Emotionally Unstable Honey is prone to crying spells, craving to cut and can be very agitated
  
• Soft still a girl, she's very motherly to children and caring
  
• Anxious easily scared, she tends to be startled by anything, and tends to make the fears worse by thinking about it, such as being followed or if someones in her apartment.

keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.

Place of Residence:an apartment, by herself five blocks away from Hollywood Arts
Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois
Father's Name:Richard Knight
Mother's Name: Molly Knight
Siblings: none
History: Honey's parents used to be very loving, wanting three children and to settle down, that was, until her dad got a huge promotion. They had Honey, their pride and joy and a year later, where about to have a baby boy, Peter, who miscarried and her mom ended up unable to bear any more children so they poured everything they had in to Honey, giving her private tutors and private art and music teachers.

As she grew up, love was the last thing on her parent's minds. Her dad with his job, her mom cold for reasons unknown to Honey. So as she grew up, a boy named Xander met her at the park. Instantly, they became friends. They helped each other through rough times and had fun when the days where dull. However, no matter how much Honey shared with Xander, he kept one important thing to himself: the fact he wanted to die everyday.

One day, he called up Honey the day before his fifteenth birthday, crying and telling her that he didn't think he could go on. Dropping the phone, Honey ran and ran and ran to his house. She opened the door- it was unlocked- to see her only friend with a kitchen knife to his wrist. But before she could run over and stop him, he cut. She called 911 and hugged him, petting his hair and back as he slowly died in her arms.

The medics didn't make it in time.

Ever since, she hasn't talked, cried secretly and threw herself into her art and music. She transferred herself into Hollywood Arts after a live audition where she showed off her art and preformed on a few instruments. She is now a junior at the high school, living alone in an apartment, her parents on business trips . Well, her dad on business trips. Her mother just tagged along with him to get away from her emotionally wrecked daughter.

better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.

C-Box Name:Ginger!:3

Other Characters:none~

Roleplay Sample: Aspen tried to stop the tears when Lucifer had told not to cry. He was right, she shouldn't cry, she was probably just making him feel much more worse, but she couldn't help it. Her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and just kept crying and crying. Only until he placed his hand on her shoulder was she able to find the courage to stop crying and look up at him. Now, she wasn't worried about her appearance. No, not at all. Right now the only thing she needed to concentrate on was Lucifer. This might be hard for her, but for all she knew, it could be hell for him. She needed to be strong, she just needed to be.

At first she was a bit surprised when he decided to lean forward and moved back a bit, regretting the move. She should show that she trusted him, not that she was scared. Anyways, what was to be feared of anymore? She almost killed herself, she cut herself and she just told her biggest secret to the person she cared about most. So she listened to him, waiting for the words to register in her head, already feeling his breath but not his words. Once she heard them, she was shocked, that much she can say. Her brown eyes opened slightly and she looked at him, though not turning her head. Merely looking out of the corner of her eye.

He was a...Remnant? But he was so nice, he was so calm, so...human. How could he be a Remnant? Weren't Remnants horrible creatures that roamed the surface world, only rarely sneaking into Acris. They...they killed people, they ate them, but... She closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. No use denying it. She knew he'd never lie, and never something like this, either. She just had to accept it, like the person she was. She needed to, for him. If this was his big secret -like suicide had been her's- then she shouldn't make him feel bad, she should accept him.

She hugged him again, like last night. He needed a hug, that's what she thought. her arms wrapped around his chest, she lightly stroked his back. "It's alright," she said. There was no reason to see him different, she realized. If he truly was a Remnant this entire time, why would her knowlage of him being different change him? No, he was still the same. He was still the nice guy she knew him to be (though he wasn't as nice to others...) and because he was different didn't mean he's not the same person.

She held the hug for what seemed like forever before finally letting go and looking at him with a smile. "Don't worry," she said, saying the words she knew she wanted him to say to her when she confessed. Maybe he wanted them too. "You're still Lucifer, who saved my life and that will never change," she said.

She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, the room seemed to spin, but stopped as she put her fingers to her forehead. Stress, she wondered, or maybe lack of stress? She lived with stress for years, hiding her secret, maybe her body was so used to it that it wasn't used to it being gone. Or maybe it was her crying.

"I feel dizzy," she said, placing her head on his shoulder.


Quote: Art is life

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accepted![/i]