RUE, 'monster' hana-jeremy

[hana-jeremy 'monster' rue]

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name;; Hana-Jeremy Rue
nicknames;; 'Monster' to most, Hana or Jeremy to VERY close friends
age;; 16 and 3/4ths
date of birth;; August 12th
species;; Werewolf
year;; Junior
sexual orientation;; Straight edge
occupation;; Student
face claim;; becky lou fillip or whatever her face was


general appearance;;

Monster has a very skinny frame. Not like, a medium skinny frame. She just has a skinny frame. Not a REALLY skinny frame, she just has a skinny frame. That's all. And adding onto that is a very messy mop of chocolate brown hair which is so tangly it's hard to tell if it's wavy or curly or just plain unkept. The world may never know.

A pale compliction which is so weird because Monster likes the light, and does not handle being in dark, inclosed spaces often anyways. So I don't know how she such pale skin when she's like, almost outside, twenty four seven. Maybe it's the winter. Who knows? Anyways, blemishes are also a rare thing for Monster, but when they come, she usually just uses treatment on them and crap, and doesn't like to obsess over them and ahmigod, I'm ranting again, aren't I?

Monster's fashion stays within vintage styles, warm colors, and leather boots. Because leather boots are just so pimpin' like that. On occasion, she might wear a necklace, but that's on a bad day when she wants to get chocked to death. And because I really don't wanna write anymore and bore the admins to death, and also has clear blue eyes, and stands at 5'3, which means she's a shortie.
general personality;;

mysterious Monster, or Hana, or Jeremy, is more of a loner then anything. Although you might think that Werewolves should be popular, as so many of them rightfully are, Monster is one of those really late bloomers who don't understand the concept of groups or friendship. More or less, she thinks that if she has no business approuching anyone, and let's the other person do the introductions. Her little 'Oh, I don't think I should bother them with my company' though, either comes off as a mysterious attitude, one that some might not like. Also, because Monster is a rather secretive person in herself, she often does not reveal almost anything about her past. In a nutshell, most people don't get very close to this girl.

happy To those who get to know her, even a little, will realize that all the rumors surronding this girl about her unknown past and all, and how she acts around strangers is a rather big fruad. On contrary, Monster is a very happy girl who smiles often, but only in the presense of someone whom she can trust. Smiles are things that should not be wasted, and given to someone who really deserves it, in her point of view. She can crack jokes as much as the next person, it's just the fact that she doesn't like making people laugh whom she has no value for.

niave Monster is a little girl stuck in the body of a 16 year old. She does not like to tease, nor does she like to prank people, but in all reality, she acts more like a 10 year old then her age. Tripping over shoe laces, oblivious to the world of hurt right outside her fingertips. When asked to take a shot of a pipe, Monster would smile sweetly and reply "What's that?" Living in such a school filled with such harsh enviorments, you would think she had been exposed to sex and drugs, but Monster chooses to ignore everything like that around her. A real virgin attitude that girl has. (O: SEE MY SOUTHERN ACCENT?!?! -doesn't even live in the south-)

stupid "Miss Hana-Jeremy, what's the answer to question number 4?"

"I told you not to callses me that, please, missseses."

"Miss Rue then. What's the answer?"

"Uhm.. 7..4?"

"No. The answer to how to make a water sheild is not 74."

'Nuff said.

strange To those who get closer to Monster, you will see automaticly that she is one strange cookie. Besides all the weird habits she has, Monster talks in a way that only 4 year olds should be allowed to talk in, adding plenty of 'ses' after her words, even if they are not plural. Over all, she's someone who is very superstitious about almost anything, and finds herself being extra careful around ladders. Plus, with all the fears that add up onto her personality, and her likes and dislikes, well, it all equals to one of the most out-of-her-mind kids in this school.


likes;;
[x] peanut butter
[x] ice cream
[x] photo frames
[x] juice
[x] suckers
[x] stars
[x] ear muffs
[x] sweaters
[x] cold nights
[x] fire places
[x] hiding under tables
[x] parasols
[x] strawberry scented markers

dislikes;;
[x] water
[x] jelly
[x] sherbert
[x] photos && cameras
[x] soda
[x] water
[x] water
[x] did i mention water?
[x] lollipops
[x] electricity
[x] tension
[x] pressure
[x] mannequins
[x] umbrellas
[x] smell of sharpies
[x] those cheesy vacation mugs

fears;;
[x] large quantities of water
[x] canals
[x] camels
[x] wells
[x] boxes
[x] rooms with no windows
[x] the dark
[x] her own powers

quirks;;
[x] licks her lips when nervous
[x] pinching her arm when something good happens
[x] makes the 'grudge' sound when deep in thought
[x] fidgets. a lot.
[x] can not drink out of mugs
[x] sometimes reluctent to step on snow
[x] refuses to bathe in a bath tub, go into a pool, etc, showers are fine though.

secrets;;
[x] doesn't usually explain why you should call her 'monster'
[x] keeps her real name a secret unless you're a close friend



magyck;;
[x] turn into a wolf - a orange-ish, red-ish wolf with a black muzzle
[x] sonic scream
[x] water control


family members;;
? - mother - unknown age
grant ? - father - unknown age
jeremy peter rue - adopted father - 32
hannah dakota rue - adopted mother- 29
history;;

"What is your name?"

Hannah and Jeremy had been married for 3 years now, and yet, they did not have a child of their own. Heaven knows they tried, but it seemed that The God of Babies just would not grant their prayers and send them a little bundle of joy, messes, and loads of staying up late. That is why, whenever they went to visit Hannah's sister, Vera, and saw all of their kids, from teenagers to toddlers, Hannah couldn't help feeling a bit low.

That is also why she was sulking on the way back home from Vera's, slouching in the car seat, and staring outside, while Jeremy was trying to ignore the atmosphere that floated through the air. Hannah sighed, giving off a pout of defiance when suddenly, they rushed past a figure that looked like a little girl with her hand stuck in a jar.

And that is how the couple ended up stopping at the road-side, in the middle of the country, and seeing a little girl wearing muddy overalls and red T-shirt, her face smeered with peanut butter, and little pig tails put up messily. When asked what her name was, she blinked, and sweetly replied;
"Monster!"

And this is also how they ended up adopting a little girl they met on the road. Of course, they went to the police first, to investigate the case, but when asked questions about her past, it seemed that this 'Monster' did not know of anything. Her reply to his question was; "I dunnos. My daddyseses name was Grant, and I'm Monster and I'm 4 and can I have some more peanut butter?" She described how, when Monster woke up, she was laying in the middle of a corn field, with one jar of peanut butter next to her. She also said she wasn't there long, because she had been discovered in 2 days.

Hannah and Jeremy did not know what to do about this case. The police concluded there must have been some sort of trauma to this child, because if she remembered the name 'Monster' it probably wasn't a good thing. So, the couple decided to keep her, and give her a proper name. And because they couldn't decide on who's name to give her (they wanted her to be a junior, see), they just mixed both of their names together to form Hana-Jeremy. But it was a long time since Monster actually accepted that name, and to this day, still goes by Monster.

But living with Monster wasn't as easy as they liked. She had many quirks, and often, she would like one thing, but dislike another thing that was very close to that other thing. Like umbrellas. On a rainy day, she would NEVER take an umbrella out. She always had to take a parasol. Or that, she liked icecream, but she would stick her nose up at sherbert. She was also a rather antisocial child, and from the very beginning, they saw this, and simply home-schooled her instead of sending her to school. Perhaps the most weirdest thing of all about Monster was her hatred of water, and the weird thing that happened when she was in a large quantity of it.

From the beginning, they tried to make the child take a bath. But no matter how many bubbles or rubber duckies they put int he tub, she would simply not bathe, hiding under the nearest table when asked to. When they forced her in, she would start to thrash wildly, and then a tidal wave of the water from the tub would spill onto the couple, leaving almost no matter for Monster to bathe in. They knew that this was not normal, and that all the water in the tub does not empty and suddenly blast into parent's faces. But because they were rather stubborn, they pretended those kind of weird incidents would never happen, kept her away from pools, and let her take showers instead.

When Monster turned 9, she began to accept the name Hana-Jeremy, finally letting Hannah and Jeremy call her either Hana, or Jeremy if they liked. She also began to call them 'Mama' and 'Pops.' It was then that they realized that Monster should be sent to school. So, off she went to a private academy, uniform skirt and all. But things did not go as smoothly as they predicted.

People constantly poked fun at the girl because of the name she liked to go by (Monster) and Monster would often get angry at the teachers for calling her Hana-Jeremy. She thought a name was a special thing, only to be used by those who deserved it. These teachers had no right to call her by her special name! The teasing at school would not be any better. But you could not blame the kids. It was so easy to pick on someone who insisted on being called Monster. For the most part, Monster had patience and ignored them, but one day, their teasing went a little too far.

When Monster was 11, the class went on a fieldtrip to the local pool. Although Monster begged and pleaded her mom to stay home sick that day, Hannah insisted that she went because it would be good socializing, and that if she did not want to, she didn't have to swim, anyways. So, Monster went. Kids began to question her when she said she did not wish to get in the water.

"Why don't you swim?"
"Dun wanna."
"Oooh. Is the Monster afraid of the water?!"
"Yes. Yes I ams."

So what do the kids do? They push her in, of course. And Monster screams and half-way drowns (she never learned how to swim) until she is rescued by a life guard. And thus, Monster discovers another power of hers that, this time, can not be denied. The little girl transformed into a wolf, and was about to pounce on all the children and rip them to shreds, but the grown ups got a hold on Monster first, pretty much dog-piling on her to keep her at bay.

After that incident, Hannah and Jeremy could not ignore her. They took her out of school, gave her a good lecture, and she went back to home-schooling, and being secluded and looked up as always. And when Monster was about to advance to High School Status, her parents told her of the new school that they had found which was slightly far from home, but would help her a lot.

It was called Winterthorne Academy. All Monster had to say about this was; "Dos they have a pool?"

And so, this was how Miss Monster was admitted to Winterthorne Academy, and although she still recieves weird looks when she tells people her name, they surely do not push her in pools, and at least treat her better then the last time she had tried schooling.

In her Sophmore year, someone was once again poking fun at her name (this is an extreme case now, though, she just gets weird looks most of the time), and Monster had been actually trying to study for an important test. Which made her pissed off, 'cause she wanted good grades, which made her scream, which made him smack into a wall, and go almost half deaf. And this was the birth of her sonic scream power, which she hates probably even more then water manipulation.

Ain't life grand?

post sample;;

Romeo slammed the door to his house, which was soon not-to-be-his-house (thank the lord!) because he was getting kicked out, having to move into an apartment, and become a real man. A real man who does not wear pink my little pony boxers. Strangely, even though one of his many distant cousins had sent him those undies in a box for his birthday as a joke, Romeo still continued to wear them. Whether it was from underwear shortage, or just because he liked them, no one knew. In fact, I don't think anyone knew he wore my little pony undies.

Okay, well, this post is not about Romeo's underwear, although I'm sure that with my muse, I could ramble on and on about it. But it's NOT. So let's continue to the REAL meat.

The boy grumbled, sticking his hand into the pockets of his pants. Jesus cupcake christ. For a boy who wore jeans tighter then the bare skin stretched across a horse, he could still manage to stick his hands in his jeans. AND, he managed to keep money there too! He felt the bills scratch against his hand, and felt happy knowing that there was at least more then 40 dollars in there. Another successful drug deal. A smirk plastered across his lips, he knocked off his converse, and as he was just about to climb the ubber huge, spiral staircase of his prison home, a shrill voice caught him in mid-step.

"ROOOO-MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOH!"

"WHAT BITCH?"

Romeo's mother, Beautrice, came from the kitchen and gave him such a glare that if Romeo had not been wearing his favorite My Little Pony undies, he would have surely pissed his pants. "DO NOT DAAARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" A plate was thrown through the air, but luckily, Romeo ducked just in time before it hit him. "JESUS WOMEN! WHAT'RE YOU TRYING TO DO!?!?" Beautrice puffed. "You're supposed to take Juliet to the Fair today. Remember?"

Shift. Well, Romeo remembered. But he had actually tried to ignore the due date of this little gathering for multiple reasons: He did not want to face Dakota, and some of the rides at the fair WOULD make him pee his pants, even if it was his My Little Pony undies.

Beautrice passed another glare to her son, and Romeo glared right back. You could practicly feel the mother-son love oozing out of them, neh? For seconds, they stared eachother down, trying to overpower eachother in a contest that often was done between the two. This time, though, Romeo lost because of his desperate need to blink. "GAH. Fine. Where'd you put the leash?" Beautrice gave a smirk, knowing that she won. "By the kitchen counter. Oh, and Romeo, by the way, make sure you pu-"

Romeo didn't stay to hear the end of her speech, and went to fetch Juliet.

And this was how Romeo and Juliet ended up walking towards the Summer Fair. Now, to those who are not familiar with this family, you might think that Juliet is a dog. You might also think, 'Wow! If they named the DOG Juliet, and the SON Romeo, they must not have much respect for their son!' Well, part right. Juliet was a human alright, the younger sister of Romeo. But Romeo didn't get a pint of respect from his parents, which you can plainly see because his mother just threw a plate at him.

Anywaysssssss.. But oh! you say. Then why is she on a leash then?! That's right. Romeo walked in front, his converse slapping the ground in a very aggresive manner. Summer heat took over his wardrobe, and he wore a long tank top that almost went down to his knees, and a buncha stars and rainbows and all that totally gay stuff was plastered onto the grey basic tone. And of courseee, his pants. He wouldn't be caught wearing shorts (unless they were ubber fashionable), after all.

So Mr. Romeo walked in front, and around his arm was tied a purple leash, which lead to Miss Juliet, who walked behind. Rich, dark brunette hair grew from her scalp, coming down in waves. She wore a yellow summer dress, but underneth the summer dress, wore a long sleeved shirt with a turtle neck, which was an even lighter color of yellow, almost peach. She would wear only the summer dress, but she didn't want anyone to see the bruises. Around her neck was a pink collar, with a small heart-shaped tag that said 'I'm blind.'

Well, that totally explained why Juliet was walking on a leash, then! The girl was blind. But still, don't you think that would be a little.. Oh, I dunno, barbaric? Oh no! Of course not! This is the 21st century, after all.

This is how your consious might be if you had an angel and demon sitting on your shoulder like in that one movie with the llama. I forget it's name.

If you ever followed these siblings on one of their walks (which were ALWAYS forced by their mother, because Romeo pretty much loathed his sister with all of his being and soul), you would always notice that there was little conversation. In fact, the only words which were spoken was usually Juliet talking to herself. "The Summer Fair is going to be so fun! I want to ride the spinny thing, and then the scariest one, ohh, but I might puke! That would be very bad.."

Stuff like that, pretty much. This routine continued for the whole walk as the two progressed. Finally, and oh god lord, FINALLY, when the siblings had gotten to the fair, Romeo stopped, waiting in line rather impatiently. He handed the old nasty lady who smelled vaguely of soup and cat food the 6 dollars, paying for both hiomself and Juliet, and walked forward. When the lady wasn't looking, he tossed her the bird, sticking out his tongue in pure annoyance. How DARE he take his money that he basicly stole!
"Romeo, where are they?"

"Shut up. I'm looking." He grumbled, scanning the crowd. People here, people there. Oh! Romeo spotted the mop of hair which HAD to belong to Cassie Egan. "After all, it's so greasy.." he thought with amusement, and without giving Juliet a warning, tugged on the leash and began to walk. Juliet only choked a little (she was used to this by now), and continued him forth. The boy skipped up behind the two, Juliet having to jog to keep up.

"Got ya." He tapped Cassie on the shoulder, grunting a greeting which sounded more like 'eff you' then 'hello.' Juliet stopped along with Romeo, looking around. Because he was greeting someone, Juliet guessed he must have either met up with one of THEIR friends, or he had met up with some pretty ladies. But because of the unenthusiastic greeting, she guessed it was more likely their friends. "Hiya!" Juliet mused, waving her hand lightly.

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