•First name•

Meadow~ meaning a sunny and open plain, or mown field.

•Middle name•

Rue~ meaning regret.

Her first and middle name are actually connected, in that she was named after the plant Meadow-Rue. A delicate purplish flower, with intricate pale green stems that attracts bees and butterflies.

•Last name•

Monroe~ meaning mouth of the river.

•Nicknames•

Rue~ Meadow prefers going by her middle name, and will generally introduce herself by the name Rue. She's always been a fan of the delicate and grounded way it sounds on the tongue, and thought it fit better with her.

Lark~ Her dad used to call her this before he passed away. At a very young age Meadow took up singing, and her father had nothing but support for the choice. He would always call her 'Lark' in reference to the little songbirds.

Monroe~ Puckerman calls her this one, and Meadow is half convinced he thinks this is her first name. He has always referred to her by her surname, though Meadow never minded much. In reality, he calls her this because he heard her say she disliked her first name once and figured he would do what everyone else did to him, and call her by her last name.

Jack~ Meadow is one may call adaptable, and ever growing and improving soul who can pick things up quickly. Most things Meadow can do with a little bit of elbow grease, and focus therefore she's been nicknamed after the saying 'Jack of all trades' by the glee club. In particular by Mr. Shuester after she mentioned knowing sign language, and knowing how to change a car's oil in the same conversation.

•Age•

15 years old at the start of the series.

•Birthday•

January 18th.

•Zodiac sign•

Capricorn.

•Bisexual•

Meadow doesn't bring up her sexuality much, and she never really came out. She got around with some girls, and some guys and just the same, word got out of this fact. She gets teased every so often, but by staying under the radar about it she can usually avoid harassment in the halls of school.

•Face claim•

Sadie Sink~ as picture below and above.

•Looks in more detail+ any difference to the face claim•

Meadow could be best described as natural. Everything about her has always been, and will always be, very grounded. Her pale red hair is long, and drifts far past her shoulders in smooth waves. It's usually found folded back with a claw clip with a couple strands left around her face. The hue is soft and mild, yet bring out the specks of blue within her green eyes.

Her eyes, yes a bright shade of emerald green with flecks of deep blue woven throughout. Their shape is soft as the stars that so often reflect back in them, yet the emotion captured within them is usually cold. The color of her stare may be a jovial jade, however they almost always lack the youth and glimmer that most her age still hold dear. The bags beneath them could also hint at this.

Her cheeks have a natural flush, a dusting of crushed rose color always collects on her fair skin. The bridge of her nose is mildly bent from breaking it as a kid, and is covered in a plethora of freckles. Her face shape is soft, but somehow she gives off the impression of being a bit hardened despite this.

Her lips are pink as cherry blossoms. She's always had very pigmented lips, that look as though they are tinted with some sort of lip product. However, all she ever uses is chapstick. In fact, Meadow has never been one for makeup. In her eyes the acne scarring on her cheek, or the freckles dancing upon her skin are apart of her configuration. She never had interest in trying to cover them, and the artistry of makeup never drew her in.

Meadow looks like the manifestation of a bustling woodland forest. Her hair akin to the pelt of a fox, her eyes a rapid river, and the atmosphere she creates being rustling winds that flow freely along bare skin. She's beautiful, and everything about her is as grounded as the outdoors she adores so.

•Scars/tattoos/distinguishing marks•

Meadow has quite a few scars she's gained from over the years. She has a few very prominent ones, one of which lies on her face blatantly. On the right side of her face she has a maybe two or three inch scar adorning her freckled cheek. It's a jagged line, that unravels along her skin loudly. It's from a bottle being thrown at her, which will be explained in the backstory.

She also has many scars in general all along her arms, and hands from times she can hardly remember. So many littles lines traverse her fair skin, painting her hands in the stories of her history and all it's tragedies. Her palms are printed in her story, the places where she'd nicked herself cleaning up a broken picture frame, or burned her hand when she accidentally grabbed a curling iron she started to drop.

There was also a time she and her younger sister were play fighting, and he accidentally hit her mouth with a stick which left a little scar on her bottom lip. Aside from this, her mother's unkind hands have left many long lasting marks across her body.

She has two birthmarks. One is a pinkish blot around her left eye, and goes through her eyebrow, making it sort of like she got punched. She also has three little dots on the inside of her right forearm, in a little zigzag formation.

She doesn't have any tattoos.

•Personality•

Meadow is burdened by best definition. For many years Meadow has been nothing more than the product of a regretful mistake. When she was born she became the embodiment of her mother's mournful worries, and all her regrets and resentment collected into one person. This effected the young girl quite a bit.

She began to treat herself as a throw away because she didn't know any better. Meadow has always had a deflated sense of self, and has all but given up the idea of being significant to anyone or anything. She's nothing. She's a bastard, a cynic, a burden to the very person who is supposed to love her more than anything else.

Meadow is not kind to herself, never has been and most likely never will be. Everything with her, every achievement, every good things is diminished by her mother's callus insults.

In her own hands, Meadow holds her heart like something rusted, something hazy and worn. In her eyes her soul is nothing more than a fading sun, with a soon to be ceased light. She lets people collect her remaining rays like petals from a flower, and use them however she pleases as if the incandesce of her spirit is worthless if not to be used for others.

All the fractured fragments of her are scattered between her mind and her heart. Her pain, her worries, her grievances, her mirth, her self destructive tendencies... these emotions can never seem to get on the same page. But that's okay, because Meadow has never been the type to care about her own distress or sorrow.

But for the people she loves?

Meadow is nothing less than selfless, and wants nothing less than the best for those she loves. In regards to her younger sister, and friends she is the most thoughtful and caring individual one could ask for. She prioritizes the goals, and happiness of others far above her own. The people she loves are the things she hold in her hands like the most delicate of beautiful things.

They are precious dandelions, and she will do anything she can to prevent the wind from sweeping them away. She may put on a front, but Meadow truly loves her friends and family as if they are the most valuable beings on the planet. You will always feel cherished when around her.

She doesn't see the worth that lies within her very being. Meadow's mind is a forest filled with irises, introspective and intricate with a pensive way of thought that could linger in anyone's mind for long to come. She's intelligent, and has the wit and humor of someone more mature than a 15 should be.

Meadow is someone who admires the earth and it's natural wonders with excitement. She adores studying geography, and listening to anyone and everyone talk about the sights they've seen in their big ole' world. If one could be the poster child of nature, and the entrancing curves and edges of anything pure and untouched by man, it would be Meadow.

She is the feeling dancing under the stars, with cold hands intertwined, with the grass grazing your feet and fireflies lighting your way. Meadow-Rue is the way the sun sparks across the horizon at the burst of day. She is vines growing through broken windows of abandoned cabins, stellar life growing from a dingy habitat. She's familiar as your favorite song, yet mysterious as a smokey silhouette.

•Likes•

The outdoors. Meadow has fallen deeply, and blissfully in love with nature. Whenever she can be, she's outside in some capacity, normally with her younger sister, Willow, as well. She finds something about the subtle symphonies of the songbirds and wind to be hypnotizing. The sights as just as incredible. Often times she'll head into the backwoods behind her house, to a little secluded spot where a little stream and flower field live. She'll bring her guitar and a notepad and try to keep up with the chirping birds while soaking in the sunlight through gaps of tree cover.

Sex. Meadow has been with boys and girls before, because there was never anyone to tell her not to. Again, she's been neglected pretty much her whole life. The thing about being physically intimate for her, is that she knows the significance of it. She understands that when you're with someone in this way, it should require a connection that you trust-with someone you trust with the colors of your soul in every way. For other people, she thinks this should always be the case and hopes that everyone she loves will eventually find a comfortable connection for going further with someone. However, for herself she sees it as a way to get her mind off things that hurt and an unimportant step for someone who's future probably won't get much less bleak. In other words, as long as the other person is on the same page, she doesn't care about feelings for herself.

Music. All her life, the one consistency has always been music. No matter how bad things got, no matter how much the sting of her mother's cruel tongue hurt, there was always this one thing she could turn to. Music. She has a large collection of old records that were given to her by her uncle before her passed away, and she could always pop one in a drown put her mom's yelling. Or she could grab her little acoustic guitar and hum to herself while staring up at the ceiling. One could say music acted as an old friend for Meadow.

Listening to records with those she trusts and loves, because it's like showing them a piece of herself. Showering at night when the world is asleep, aside from the humble crickets whom chirp even in the dark. Clothes with faded hues, stories from the lips of those who have truly lived, and finally laying down after a day of bustling around.

•Dislikes•

Her relationship with her mother. Meadow and her mom have never been close, not even when she was little. Meadow was forced into a very grown up role when she was very young, because her mother was a wreck. She's always been upset at this fact. Any kid wants that perfect relationship with their parent, and Meadow-Rue never had that with either of them.

Her current living situation. When she and her sister got taken away from their mom, they were forced to move in with their dad. He wasn't around for much of their lives, because he was with that first family of his. Long story short, once his oldest kid was out of the house him and his wife's marriage got rocky and ended with a divorce where she took the kids. A month later the kids he didn't want were put into his care. Makes for an interesting family dynamic.

Letting people in, on a real and true level. She has a very hard time opening up for worry about seeming too vulnerable. She's had a rough ways to go in life, and talking about the various pains of her days isn't something she's interested in. Especially because telling the wrong person could mean telling everyone.

Sleeping late past when the sun wakes up, and wasting the day. Being alone in her darkest moments, when the world is crumbling but she doesn't have anyone to tell. Which, is self inflicted. Ice skating because it reminds her of her mother, and pepsi.

•Fears•

Meadow-Rue is terrified of having a life not lived. No matter how many hours she spends awake in bed, envisioning sights of splendor and beauty across the world... the reality is that she may never see it. She may be stuck in Ohio her whole life, frozen in her pain, and watching everything move around her. 

She never used to be afraid of the stage, but after something in her backstory, she's never been the same in that regard. Getting on a stage makes her think the worst, and brings her back to some rocky memories if she lets it. And while she loves being in the glee club, their competitions always put her on edge. Not that you could tell by looking at her.

Everyday she worries that her sister will turn out like she did. She tries to be a perfect role-model when around her sister- even if she isn't on her own time. Still, she fears that her sister could end up harboring pain like Rue does, and turning into the same wreck that she is. Which is why Rue will do just about anything to make sure her sister doesn't have to feel the same hurt.

Lady bugs, uncertainty, actually falling in love with someone, failing in life, and koalas.

•Backstory•

A beautiful mistake was the pregnancy in which Meadow was created. Her parents were paramours, and her father had a wife that was not her mom. Making Meadow-Rue a bastard child, born into a home of resentment. Her dad wasn't around much, in fact he was a fading light in her life.

And her mother despised Rue, and wasn't shy to show it. Even when she was young, her mother made it abundantly clear that was not wanted and that Rue had ruined her life. She used to be an ice skater, professional and incredible and Rue had taken that away. There were times when her mother was the most cruel a person could be, times where she'd get drunk and tale her anger out of Rue in more severe ways, including one time throwing a bottle at her face when she was seven.

Music was what Rue always turned to in these times. Even as a kid she was a musical prodigy in some ways. She used to compete in and win every piano competition in Ohio. She was brilliant, and incredible and only ever messed up in competition once. And the aftermath was a memory she could never forget.

Just eight years old, and having messed up two notes in an extremely complicated song that lost her the win. Her mother was furious, she said that Rue had humiliated her and ruined everything for them. When they got home... let's just saw Rue was painted in shades or violet and maroon.

A couple years went on of the same, until one fateful night her father decided to visit. He and her mother hooked up, and did not learn from their first mistake somehow. Her mom got pregnant again, and still somehow blamed Rue for this. Because 'it was her fault her dad was even there' , but when that precious baby was born Rue instantly understood that it was her job to protect her and shield her from their mom.

She did this continuously, and became more of a parent than their actual mother. When Rue was 14 she got a part time job, replacing the odd jobs she'd do around town to help come up with rent, and music became less prominent in her life. This was also the (far too young age) of her first time being intimate with someone. A girl, who was a couple years older.

Her mom found out and boy did make her angry. Her mom called her father and told him 'that he needed to get his ass over to their house because Rue was sick' sick meaning bi. Her father, points to him i suppose, rushed over only for her mom to start yelling about how her daughter was a certain slur, and it was his fault. It was his fault for never being around, because not having a dad apparently made a kid gay.

Her mother wouldn't stop screaming, wouldn't stop crying and threatened to call a priest and have them 'take her away'. Her dad had enough and finally took Rue and her sister to a hotel to stay with him the night. Of course he went out and got super drunk, and came back a mess. What stuck out to Rue really was him saying that he had been a little relieved when her mom told him he was sick, before he realized what they were actually talking about.

Skip ahead a year and their neighbors called the cops because they heard screaming from their home. Rue was a bloody mess, and their mom was taken away.

Here we are.

•Love Interest•

Santana Lopez.

•Aesthetics•