Norma Jeane
Legacy Name: Norma Jeane
The 
Reborn Malticorn Owner: 
Frap
Age: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 13th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: November 13th, 2010
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
Name: Norma Jeane Baker
Age: Early Twenties
Gender: Female
Preference: Like she'd ever tell
Occupation: Blue Book Model
Personality: Hopeless romantic, Suspicious, Hard, Flirty, Fiery, Air headed at times, Sly, Devious, Calculating, Careful, Guarded, Playful, Boisterous, Selfish, Loud, Outgoing
"When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them."
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."
"Everyone hates where they grew up, Hates their family, Hates their lives. Grab a tissue and get over it, Doll. This industry doesn't care where you've come from. Just where you're going. And even then, we have short attention spans.."
A wrinkle was placed along the bridge of her nose as she watched the man with the big cigar saunter away behind all the bright studio lights. She was
just trying to explain why her eyes were so puffy, which he had so blatantly pointed out. He had caught it within moments of her stepping onto the set. Well screw him and his short attention span. Pouty lips would purse just slightly..
harden up missy. They had warned her the camera and all those slave to it would eat her alive if she let them. Well she'd be damned if she let that happen. Oh no.
Norma Jeane Baker knew better. She knew she wasn't going to be just one of those pretty girls that get a couple pieces in a boring editorial. Those pretty girls that fade away from memory just as quickly as hence they've come. There was no way in hell she was going to let herself fade away. They'd be saying her name long after she would slip from this world. That she knew for a fact. She'd be a household name.
The corners of her lips curled slightly and behind the lights, she could see the photographer grin. Puffy eyes no more. She made a silent vow to herself just then. Unless she was on the big screen, no one else would
ever see her cry. She would be perfectly poised and composed. No matter what. Let them think what they want. She was going to rule the world.
Art by Nagonsin~Natt
Reborn Malticorn
