Post by annie on Jul 5, 2011 17:56:53 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
excuse me? mind if i talk to someone who actually has some kind of common sense?
NAME lillian celeste potter.
AGE eighteen.
DOB august eighteenth, nineteen ninety-three.
SPECIES angel, well.. fallen.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION straight. pretty much asexual, in fact.
ALLEGIANCE tries to do the best for everyone.
OCCUPATION hunter, not really moving around too much but on the road.
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR brown and kind of curly.
EYES deep blue.
PERSONAL STYLE “a style? seriously, honey? i just wear whatever is in my closet at the time really. if stuff matches, then yay, i’m a pretty happy bunny. however, if it doesn’t, it’s not exactly like i care at all. you know, i go on with my life and go out even though it doesn’t fit. it never really hurt anyone. i don’t usually put too much makeup on either. i actually don’t like it and it makes me look like a drag queen, so why even bother with it? .. i guess that’s about it. if you want to know more, just go through my wardrobe, i guess.”
PLAY BY kaya scodelario.
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES being a smartass, danger, sunshine, reading, hunting, animals, anything related to nature, old/ecologically friendly cars, dancing and swimming.
DISLIKES free violence, aggressive people, laziness, people who destroy nature, rainy days, laws, anti-ecologists, anything technological, sleeping and flying (taking the plane, y’know).
STRENGTHS has a photographic memory so she can remember close to anything and
WEAKNESSES trusting people in the way that she has a tendency to trust people too easily and
SPECIAL SKILLS being a fallen angel, she can hear the angels talk in the back of her mind but cannot communicate with them.
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU kind, caring, smart, observant, trusting, innocent, virgin, creative, open-minded, mature for her age.
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN
PARENTS richard potter and elisabeth fields-potter.
SIBLINGS anabel, twenty-four.
alison, twenty-two, twin to marcus.
marcus, twenty-two, twin to alison.
joshua, twenty.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER no one for the moment.
OFFSPRING none.
HISTORY lillian’s history before she was born does not resemble that of any other fallen angel. she was a good daughter, respecting her father’s choices whatever her opinion might have been on those different subjects. in fact, she rarely ever had an opinion on things and would do what she was asked which would be mainly to sit and watch, sit and watch, sit and watch. and during centuries and centuries, she only did that, accepting the role she was given and doing everything to keep her father’s trust. well, that was until she fell in love.. with a human. for years everybody thought that she was the perfect little angel, always sucking up to daddy’s ass and doing absolutely everything she was told, even if she had doubts on it. she would only push those doubts away. however, he had to come in and ruin everything. his name was alonso and he was italian, young, and beautiful. everything to make the poor girl’s heart melt in a second. and it eventually got to lillian. well, arielle, as the angels knew her. her brothers and sisters saw the path she was taking and attempted to warn her about angels who fell in love with humans, but she could not hear them, she would not hear them. her whole life, everything she had been working for was destroyed in a single moment. it all happened when she was sent to earth to fill in a mission for her father. however, instead of doing what was requested of her, she ran away to meet with alonso finally, the person she had been longing to finally meet. but he wasn’t at all what she had been expecting. the man who she thought would be worth it, the man she had gone out of her way for was in fact a plain, old.. jerk. yes, a jerk. she had abandonned everything she had ever believed in for him, everything she loved and held the closest to her heart. she was forced back to heaven when her peers found her in italy, the farthest from where she should have been that she could possibly be. she was brought back and judged. for disobeying and falling in love with a human, her grace was ripped away from her and she fell.
earth welcomed the girl on august eighteenth, nineteen ninety-three. it was a family of farmers who already had four children who were blessed by this little miracle, or so they said. they treated her like any normal parents would have, by caring for her and helping her make the right choices as she grew up. for the first five years of her life, she grew up like a normal kid. but it had to start the day she entered kindergarten, when she was surrounded by her classmates, while they were all drawing and painting with their fingers. it was the first time that she heard the voices, the very first time that she had to deal with it all, but simply couldn’t because she did not know where they were coming from. she accused a few of her classmates who simply cried while saying to the mistress that they hadn’t done anything, and they were right. the little girl was hearing angels. her parents made her have appointment after appointment with different psychologists and psychiatrists who all couldn’t exactly say what she had, but gussed it was some kind of personality disorder that could only be solved by taking pills. however, they all didn’t seem quite convinced. they thought there was something more there, but actually could not quite put their finger on it. so they simply left it there, one after the other. the pills didn’t do quite any good to lillian. in fact, it would only bring her creativity to one of the lowest levels you could have ever seen. however, as the years passed, she learned to not talk to others about the voices she was hearing and how she simply could not stop it. she also learned how to make the pills disappear without actually taking them and she was back to normal.
she kept growing up normally until her sixteenth birthday came. by that time, all her brothers and sisters had left for university and she was now by herself with her mother and father. that night, they were attacked by demons. her parents were killed but she managed to escape just in time. she was on her own and had absolutely no where to go until a young man her age found her. what she did not know was that he was one of those demons who had attacked her house and killed her parents. he told her everything that he knew, even who she truly was and when she dare to ask her how he could know all that, he revealed his true identity, leaving before she could do anything. she had no idea what to do, but one thing was for sure. she wanted to kill him. no.. torture then kill him. she started hunting by herself, even though she had no idea what she would do when she did find him. she was helped by a few hunters when she got in their way. they taught her everything she basically needed to know. and now? well, she’s still searching for that young boy, hoping she one day gets revenge for her parents.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS annie.
RP EXPERIENCE over six years.
OTHER CHARACTERS none
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
he really never had anything to complain about. not ever in his life could he say that he seriously had been in such problems that his life had sucked. he always was doing pretty decent, simply making smoothly his way through life, which represented him pretty well, a laidback, uncaring young man, which annoyed his lawyer parents to the highest point you could imagine. however, it was not like they cared about him anyway. they had become to a point in their frustation about his attitude where they just ignored whatever he did from now on. and he could not complain about that. they both did their thing on their own and they let percy make his own choices without having people always on his back, looking over his shoulder. he did not actually mind that he did not have any kind of relationship with his parents and that his family was currently falling apart. as far as he could possibly remember, he had always taken care of himself anyway and he had a feeling he would have to do that for still a pretty long time. there wasn’t any way in the world his parents would have given up a part of their job for their only child. firstly, they had not really wanted a kid in the first place. it had already been said in the martin home that percy was, in fact, only a mistake and that they would have prefered to never have any children at all. at least, not of their own. secondly, they always repeated how their career as lawyers was the most important thing to them. perceval had made peace with that a long time ago. it did not bother him all that much anymore. to him, it seriously felt like he did not have a family at all. he spent most of his time by himself at home or outside and left his place empty. most of the time, he’d also leave when his parents would be home and they would not even notice, only another proof of the fact that they did not care at all. but then again, he did not mind. it had only helped him becoming more mature more quickly and also more independent, which every kid of his age would have liked to be. he was able to take decisions by himself and that was exactly how he had gotten into drugs in the first place. he had, by himself, like the big kid he was, taken the decision to start smoking weed.
he had simply been bored. that was the only reason which had pushed him to try in the first place and since then, he had never stopped. it wasn’t that he was addicted to it or anything like that. he was actually convinced that he could have stopped any time if someone cared enough to ask him to do so. but no one actually cared about him. so why should he have cared about anyone? after figuring out that he was by himself in this world, he had started only caring for himself. after all, it wasn’t like he had much any friends. he had an acquaintance there, an acquaintance here, but not much more than that, only people he had met at parties or other lame places. don’t get attached, that was his philosophy. according to him, most people would let you down because that was how human kind was. of course, that did not make him one of those dark kids who would always hang out by themselves at school and stuff. he would actually socialize with his peers, just not enough for them to actually be his friends. but ellie had been different, ellie was different. when he went to her place for the very first time, the only reason was that he was actually out of weed and he needed it. it was only after he had left her that he realised he had liked hanging out with her. he had enjoyed the moment they had spent together and found himself wanting more of that feeling. he had wanted to hang out more with ellie so, anytime he could find a reason to go to her place and hang out with her, he would go. and that feeling just grew even more in him and he knew he had found a friend. a real friend. one with who he could be his real self with. but he didn’t want to admit to himself that she might have been more than that, to him. he was scared.. scared of caring, scared of commitment. he was scared that if he did show he cared, she would leave him behind, in her past, like some paper you just crush, fold, tear apart and than throw it in the trash. and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. so he kept telling himself that he felt that way because they were friends, because they simply got along with one another. they got along because they had the same interests and that. was. it. nothing more.
he sat on a branch in a tree in front of his house. as always, his parents were out. however, for the first time in a long time, his house simply felt to empty for him to want to stay there. he had needed to get out, he had needed fresh air. so there he was, nonchalantly leaning against the trunk of the tree, a joint hanging from his lips and playing with the ears of his frog slippers. anyone who would have seen them would probably have laughed, but he loved these things, having them since a.. well, very long time. there was no way he was going to get rid of them. and that’s when he saw her, walking down the sidewalk in heels as high as they could possibly be. he couldn’t help but stare at her and soon enough, his joint fell to the ground. but he didn’t care. all he cared about was what had happened to the ellie he knew and with who he was comfortable, who wore pj’s all day long while smoking in her little fort thingamabob. he sighed. why did she have to go and dress up like this, making him nervous as hell? he would have sworn he could actually hear his heart beat in his chest, his young man hormones kicking in. but he shook his head in an attempt to regain his cool. after all, it was only ellie, his.. friend. he carefully climbed down from the tree where he had been sitting. it was a good thing his parents weren’t home. they probably would have said something about ellie’s outfit and how they thought she looked like a slut. not that percy thought his friend would have cared, but he still did not need to hear his parents bitching right now. so he finally got down from the tree and stood there for a second, trying to keep calm. as he walked to her, he kept repeating to himself that ellie was only his friend and that he was only feeling this way because she was hot as hell in her – no, the last thing he needed was to think about that if he wanted to keep his cool. he came up behind her, a smile on his lips as words came out of his mouth. ellie.. hello! he said, mentally rolling his eyes at himself for probably sounding like such an idiot.
he had simply been bored. that was the only reason which had pushed him to try in the first place and since then, he had never stopped. it wasn’t that he was addicted to it or anything like that. he was actually convinced that he could have stopped any time if someone cared enough to ask him to do so. but no one actually cared about him. so why should he have cared about anyone? after figuring out that he was by himself in this world, he had started only caring for himself. after all, it wasn’t like he had much any friends. he had an acquaintance there, an acquaintance here, but not much more than that, only people he had met at parties or other lame places. don’t get attached, that was his philosophy. according to him, most people would let you down because that was how human kind was. of course, that did not make him one of those dark kids who would always hang out by themselves at school and stuff. he would actually socialize with his peers, just not enough for them to actually be his friends. but ellie had been different, ellie was different. when he went to her place for the very first time, the only reason was that he was actually out of weed and he needed it. it was only after he had left her that he realised he had liked hanging out with her. he had enjoyed the moment they had spent together and found himself wanting more of that feeling. he had wanted to hang out more with ellie so, anytime he could find a reason to go to her place and hang out with her, he would go. and that feeling just grew even more in him and he knew he had found a friend. a real friend. one with who he could be his real self with. but he didn’t want to admit to himself that she might have been more than that, to him. he was scared.. scared of caring, scared of commitment. he was scared that if he did show he cared, she would leave him behind, in her past, like some paper you just crush, fold, tear apart and than throw it in the trash. and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. so he kept telling himself that he felt that way because they were friends, because they simply got along with one another. they got along because they had the same interests and that. was. it. nothing more.
he sat on a branch in a tree in front of his house. as always, his parents were out. however, for the first time in a long time, his house simply felt to empty for him to want to stay there. he had needed to get out, he had needed fresh air. so there he was, nonchalantly leaning against the trunk of the tree, a joint hanging from his lips and playing with the ears of his frog slippers. anyone who would have seen them would probably have laughed, but he loved these things, having them since a.. well, very long time. there was no way he was going to get rid of them. and that’s when he saw her, walking down the sidewalk in heels as high as they could possibly be. he couldn’t help but stare at her and soon enough, his joint fell to the ground. but he didn’t care. all he cared about was what had happened to the ellie he knew and with who he was comfortable, who wore pj’s all day long while smoking in her little fort thingamabob. he sighed. why did she have to go and dress up like this, making him nervous as hell? he would have sworn he could actually hear his heart beat in his chest, his young man hormones kicking in. but he shook his head in an attempt to regain his cool. after all, it was only ellie, his.. friend. he carefully climbed down from the tree where he had been sitting. it was a good thing his parents weren’t home. they probably would have said something about ellie’s outfit and how they thought she looked like a slut. not that percy thought his friend would have cared, but he still did not need to hear his parents bitching right now. so he finally got down from the tree and stood there for a second, trying to keep calm. as he walked to her, he kept repeating to himself that ellie was only his friend and that he was only feeling this way because she was hot as hell in her – no, the last thing he needed was to think about that if he wanted to keep his cool. he came up behind her, a smile on his lips as words came out of his mouth. ellie.. hello! he said, mentally rolling his eyes at himself for probably sounding like such an idiot.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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