january flowers was born on february 22nd. her mother was only twenty at the time and freshly married. pregnancy was not for her mother and she was very happy when january finally came. even if she took half the nurse force in the process of her labor, january came wailing her head off safe and healthy.

from the day she was born, her mother was happy with a daughter. mostly because she was happy at the thought of having a girl to dress her up in dresses and do her hair and bond over girl things with. january didn't protest to this, but before long dresses were no longer her first choice in clothing, but rather jeans, and things she could get dirty in. she will throw on the occasional casual dress though.

since the day she learned to walk, there hasn't been a day she hasn't had a cut, scrap, bruise, or injury of some sort on her body. she was always getting into some sort of mischief that lead to some mark on her body, whether it was climbing trees, running blind, or being a klutz and bumping into things. half the time she cant even tell you how she got her latest mark.

her oldest friend since diaper days is charlie mason. he has literally been her friend since the day she was born. they grew up as neighbors and best friends. the day he moved away to new york she will easily say was the worst day of her life. since that day they've talked and wrote each other incessantly and got together every chance they got. they'd visit a couple times during the summer for extended periods and every christmas january would make her way to visit him in new york. finally when he was to head out on tour, he invited her along and it didn't take her but a second to agree to it because it meant spending time with the boy.

she has always been a good student, pulling straight a's. the lowest grade she ever got was a b-. schoolwork naturally came easy to her and for that she has always considered herself lucky. she never had to really study any subject other than math to pull her grades out. she plans to go to college someday but for now she's happy to simply travel the world on tour.

she is loyal to a tee, even almost to a fault. if you get on her good side and she decides to be loyal to you, that loyalty will never cease. it doesn't matter what you do after the fact, her loyalty towards you will probably stay. but at the same time, if you don't make it on that list at the start, chances are you never will. but this doesn't mean she'll stab you in the back either, she's not the type for that. on a similiar note, if you screw with anyone she really cares about, she will fuck you up without thought. it's probably the only time she will ever do such a thing. you can stab her, but you can not stab her friends.

music is one of her biggest passions. she first sat down in front of a piano at the age of three. of course at that young of an age all she did was slam on the keys happily. by the age of six, she was taking the piano seriously and by age eleven she was playing mozart, beethoven, and chopin. upon reaching fourteen, she was making her own music on the piano. also, at the age of eight she picked up an acoustic guitar. she never looked back with that one either. to top this off, the girl was blessed with a voice. it's definitely not a rocking voice, but if you need to be lulled to sleep, she's the girl for the job.

she is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. childish in many ways, but never in a harmful way. she's simply still a kid at heart, who loves to do things that most would consider childish. she's very much a lover versus a fighter. she will avoid fighting at any cost and quite frankly unless she really tries, she's not very good at it. though if you rile her to an extreme or tick her off badly enough, you quite frankly won't stand a chance against her. it's just nearly impossible for her to reach this point. she has somewhat of a cruel, dirty sense of humor, but she never means harm by the jokes she makes. overall, she's just a sweet, fun, lovable girl.

both of her ears are pierced but she rarely ever actually wears earrings. her hair is naturally a white blonde, so what you see right now is what you get. also, her hair length is purely her own. her hair grows like mad and she is constantly having to get it cut. so extensions are definitely not needed. she has thrown in colored extensions though, namely pink and black. she use to wear coontails, but she no longer likes them nor does she tease her hair anymore. she does, however, still love to wear large bows in her hair. she probably has over three dozen bows, which she loves to coordinate with her clothes. she's definitely calmed her looks down from the past few years. she's much more au natural now.

loves: white cake with vanilla frosting, dancing crazy when no one is watching and music she can do this to, necklaces, sugary smells, the dark, sweets especially cupcakes, acting like a kid, cuddling up, singing, rubber ducks, boxers, teddy bears, imitating accents, taking photographs, peanut butter and honey sandwiches, moonwalking, tea, parks, clean linens, the sounds, big hair bows, pot pies, the rain, writing, the moon and the night in general, pineapple juice, the rain and thunderstorms, dogs, digital watches, coach trains, making ridiculous faces and voices, tankinis, swings and swinging, cooking and more specifically baking, marshmallows, and jumping on beds.

dislikes: floral scents because they give her headaches, fancy dresses, sleepless nights, drama, fish and everything about them, dirty socks, mathematics, shopping, humidity, war, ridiculous slang, wearing holes in her socks, creepy-crawlies, not being heard, immature idiots, pigs (both definitions), people calling her mother a milf, tripping and falling on her face, lectures, cranberry juice, rodents, politics, burning in the sun, gossip, and hairbands snapping.