Love Peregrine//Done//

Name: Love Peregrine.

Age: Fifteen. ( 15. )

District: Six. ( 6. )

Sexuality: Asexual.

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Appearance:
I'm a blondie, and i'm strange; an outcast. And my name is Love Peregrine. my blonde curls go down to my chest, as the tints of brown find themselves at home there as well. I never get any compliments, and also never get any complaints, since really, I've got no friends. They all scare me. I love wearing hats on top of my hair, because it's fashion, and it's one of the few things I'm not scared of. I've got eyes like emeralds, a deep dark green, though the glints of sunlight make them sparkle like the jewel itself. My teeth are white, but they aren't perfect. They're typical, they're straight, but not perfect. I'm not sure how to describe it... They just aren't. Beneath my eyes, the skin is stained a dark shade of purple and blue. No, not make-up, it's from the lack of sleep. The dark terrifies me, and even worse, being alone does. But every night, I have to try and suck it up, but end up getting only a few hours of sleep anyway. Sure, it's un healthy, but it ain't my fault. I can't control what my body needs. Or-...what my body wants. My pink, peach coloured lips are usually found in a frown. I've got no time to smile in my household, only time to scream and frown. Truly, there's nothing for me that should be crowned.

Now, for style, this is one of the few things I can actually suck up and do. my fear of cats, babies, people and just everything, really closes me in, but writing and fashion; Nope, they're just fine. They're like my salvation, you could say. I love wearing hats. hats, hats and more hats. Straw ones with yarn wrapped around them, ones made of clothe that lop over my head. but, if they block my vision, I may have a small mediocre heart attack. it'd just frighten me way too much. As for clothes, I love wearing purple dresses, though the they usually seem bad to wear at times, given my family is full of really, really scary people. So, I usually just say in my pajamas. Otherwise, you'll find me in a dress most of the time. Now as for make-up, a lot of those things scare me. What if they permanently stained your skin? What if something clipped onto your face, and never came off? The only things I really have tried, and know are safe..so far, from experience are eyeliner and lipstick, i dare NOT try any thing else. I'm pretty small, only being 5'5 at the age 15, but I think that's pretty good, with the fact that nobody actually cares about me at all.







Personality:

Phobias; That's all my life is. I'm of scared of so many things. Babies, cats, certain people, the dark, there's way to many to even list here. it bothers me, it truly does, but after awhile you get used to trembling at everything, the shrieking and running. It's like a natural instinct for me now. A sixth sense. Honestly, this whole problem with me, it's annoying. I mean, shrieking at everything, sure I said it was like a sixth sense, but still. Imagine you in my shoes. All I really want, is to be a normal girl, living in a normal world. One without so many things to fear... I really don't get how I'm still alive, really.

Otherwise, aside from that major problem, the black hole of my personality, I'm generally a shy person. I hate interacting, and I really hate doing things that include objects, or people, because chances are, I've got a phobia of it/them. I mean, writing things down in my journal are perfect. Nothing to be scared of, unless I write something in the smooth graphite tipped point. If only I could actually go out into the real world and gather real information, instead of just collecting events that happen in the house, and the feelings that build up inside of me. I really wish I was a normal girl. Then, maybe I could do something with my life. Something with this 'gift'. Not even my mum cares. No one does. It hurts me inside, it really does.

I would tell you how I get alone with me friends, I really would, but I haven't got any, you see. The sight of a stranger sends the chill down my spine, and a shock in my heart. You see, I'd rather stay in my room all down, soaking my pillow with tears. But now that you're here, it is truly only fair, to tell you how I get along with my family. Well, the details of each member truly aren't important, so i'll just give you the broadest of ideas. My Mum doesn't care, I'm a mere shadow in her house, and my pa, oh, he does care, but honestly, he scares me. He's so quiet, so meek, he'd appear out of dark corners, bleaching his china. It gives me a heart attack, close to every time. My siblings, oh, if you only lived with them for a day you'd never want to come back. Trust me, The House of the Peregrines is not one to be ventured to, for the simple pleasure of adventure. Only death lurks here, so please, do stay away.



History:

I really don't think it's necessary to go in depth with my history. I grew up in fear, an outcast to society. Nothing really ever happened to me, and my days were repetitive. We've been in the same house for as long I can remember, probably the point that I'm scared of everything around me. If we do move however, I'd probably suffer from a heart attack, me probably having the fear of moving to new places, or experiencing new things too often. My family however, is also terrifying in my eyes. I fear almost all of them, and the only two I can actually stand are River and Harper. I should get into more detail about my family. They're quite unique, one might say.

My mum, Lucida (I think), has a serious case of OCD. She's just creepy overrall to me, and I can't stand being near her. Just the thought of her being with so many dads that passed away just gives me chills down my back. Like the life i'm in is a horror movie or something. She has a lot of money, and houses, which I guess is good, but as I said before, moving to a newer house other than the one I know and love, would probably actually end up killing me. Those houses were not to die for.

My Pa, Markle, is a bit more stand-able then my mum, but he's also extremely freaky. All he ever does is polish and bleach his china, and sit in dark corners doing so. It's so eerie, so weird. Then again, who isn't in this family? He always ends his sentences with something like 'ja', but I never stick around to be sure. Moment I see him with mum, i get the hell out of there. Both of them together? Now that, is freaky.

Crowley, the eldest of the siblings certainly could be labelled as unique. (And freaky.) All her ever does is talk about fire, and blowing things up. i'm never sure if he means items, or people. For all I know, i could be set on fire in the middle of the night, hence why I lock my door before I sleep (or cry all night long.). Usually, he's outside lighting his matches and blowing up alcohol bottles or something, and Mum doesn't seem to care. No one does really. I just hope he doesn't get the wrong idea and sets the house on fire. Then, for certain, I would get a heart attack.

Next to Crowley, being second oldest at 18, is Harper. She's a cat lover. Like, literally. She has tens, no, hundreds of cats roaming around the house, and in her room. They all scare the living girl inside of me, and I can't stand them. There fur... there faces... Ugh, just thinking about them makes me want to scream. But, however, when her cats are no where near her and the stench of them is all that remains.. I can stand her. She and River, I can actually talk to about something without screaming my head off. I like Harper, and I find her kind to me. Just.. Tell her to keep those cats away from me.

Rylee.. My brother who is only a year older then me. He's just weird. He talks to dead people, and thinks he can bring inanimate items to life. That's not normal.. At all. 'fraid he's gotten wiser you could say, from talking to these people... and things, so, I can do nothing but believe this silent creep can actually talk to thing that aren't alive.

Under me, being two years younger is my little brother River. He's the most tolerable person in my family, when he's not busy eating any shiny thing he can get his hands on. I keep my necklaces and bracelets (the ones that don't freak me out.) stowed away or hidden, just to keep his saliva off of them. When he's not hungry for jewels and metal, which is rare, I can play and have fun with him.. For like.. 5 minutes. Otherwise, I can be in the same room with him and write, and not get totally freaked out by him.

Besides the cats, there aren't really any other animals in this household. Except Fire. He's under some creepy illusion that he's a dog or something, and growls at everything. He walks on all fours, barks, growls, scratches, pounces, he does everything an animal would do. Basically, I stay away from him, because I don't want to get bit. He's only 12, but probably the scariest kid living in the Peregrine household.

Then there's the innocent six year old Myra. Who ironically, is not so innocent. There were sightings of her around school with knives, but no one ever believed it. She looked to cute and angelic to do anything evil. You know those murders of other children at the schools? Yup, it was her. No one ever suspects it though. I only hope she doesn't kill me 'accidentally' one day. Distance is the only thing I need from her.

The last sibling of my family is Rowley. He's only a baby, but then again, babies freak me out. I can only be near him if he's in his crib, where I know he can't touch me. Only the future can tell what this baby will turn into in the future, and only I can hope he doesn't try and kill me. Maybe though, just maybe, he'll grow up normal, and live the life I've always wanted to.

Basically, my whole life has been strange. Surrounded by weird people and things. How I'm still alive I don't know, but, in the long shot I'm glad I am. When i was little I used to be scared of everything, but now that I've grown, I'm scared of something more then everything, if that's even possible. Basically, if you want to know my life, you can go ahead and try to get it out of me. Come to my house if you will, and if you can make it to my room alive, I'll happily tell you the tales of my repetitive life. Nothing interesting has happened to me, and nothing interesting will. All I want is a normal life.