Post by mikaela on Jul 1, 2012 9:39:20 GMT -5
* mikaela b. morningstar ,[/center]
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Mikaela Braelyn Morningstar
NICKNAMES Mickey, but only to those close to her.
DATE OF BIRTH September 4
AGE Fourteen
GRADE/YEAR Ninth Grade
ELEMENT Water
SEXUALITY Pansexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Shailene Woodley
EYE COLOUR Amber
HAIR COLOUR Auburn
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'2'', 115 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Four irregular burned slash marks down the left side of her neck, five down her back. Minor burn marks all over her body.
CLOTHING STYLE Girly, preppy. Prefers clothes that flow with her.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Optimistic
- Courageous
- Intelligent/Witty
- Creative
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- No self-image whatsoever.
- Depressing
- Unusual
- Awkward/Clumsy
LIKES
- Singing
- Playing guitar
- Learning -- learning anything.
- Creating, no matter what it is.
- Technology
DISLIKES
- Meat (she's a vegetarian)
- Being inactive/laziness
- Her awkwardness
- Her family
- Pessimism
STRENGTHS
- The ability to look on the bright side.
- Her constant need to be active.
- Her creativity, helping her think outside the box.
WEAKNESSES
- Her awkwardness and clumsiness.
- Her lesser attention-span
- Being so courageous, she's stupid about her choices.
- Her indecisiveness.
FEARS
- That one day, she might stray from the music.
- Not heights, but falling from a very tall place.
- Spiders. Definitely spiders.
BEST MEMORY Her cousin first coming to live with her.
WORST MEMORY Her father giving her the scars on her neck and back; at the same time, murdering her cousin.
LONG-TERM GOAL To learn as much as she possibly can, about everything that she possibly can, before she dies.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Brielle Anastasia Morningstar (nee Starling), 42 (missing), Music Composer/Performer/Water Elemental
FATHER Michael Callum Morningstar, 46, Accountant/Fire Elemental
SIBLINGS Marissa Lumina Morningstar, 21 (missing), Musical Theatre Actress/Water Elemental
OTHER Cousin: Lynnea Starling, murdered at age 12, would be 14, Student
HISTORY
Mikaela Braelyn Morningstar was raised by her mother, father and sister: a perfect family. That is, of course, if you count out her mother and sister always being gone and her father's abusive tendencies.
As she was growing up, Mikaela had to find a way to avoid her father as well. Her sister, Marissa, was involved with musical theatre. Her mother always traveled to perform her beautiful violin pieces worldwide. Mikaela could do nothing but follow in their footsteps. One evening, when Michael Morningstar was at work, Mikaela went into her mother and father's room, taking her mother's guitar into her own room. She was only five, but it was a start.
Michael never noticed it was gone. Two years passed by, Mikaela teaching herself how to play the guitar. She started with her mother's violin music, then with popular songs she heard. She eventually got so good that she'd perform for her mother when she was around. At age eight, Mikaela started to notice her parents' and sister's abilities with elements. She never thought she could have an element, but when she saw her father with his fire, and her mother and sister working water, she held firm hopes that someday she'd be an elemental, too.
Around this same time period, her cousin Lynnea came to live with her; both her parents had been assassinated and she had nowhere else to go. Lynnea was only three months older than Mikaela, so they kept each other company. Mikaela told Lynnea of her parents elements, and Lynnea wasn't shocked: she already knew. Both her parents had been thunder elementals. They kept it hushed, and didn't let the parents know that they knew of their powers.
Years passed by in bliss between Mikaela and Lynnea. One peaceful day, when Mikaela and Lynnea were twelve, Mikaela pulled out the guitar to perform for Lynnea. Her mother was nowhere to be found, which made it sad for her to perform, but Lynnea loved it. Just as she finished her final note, the door slammed open. Her father was there with fire licking up his fingers. "You really wanna do this, Mikaela?" He was furious, running up to her and pushing her down. He sat on top of her so she couldn't get up, but still and yet, she fought. "You better quit squirming!" He raked his fire-fingers down her back, leaving five gleaming, burning marks of pain. He made another quick swipe at her neck, leaving four scratches down the left side of her neck. It took all she could not to scream out. Lynnea watched in horror as he got up and raced her around the house as well. Mikaela laid there in agony, for the dying fire was still eating up her flesh. Eventually, she blacked out.
When she woke up, she was in more pain than ever. On top of it, Lynnea was nowhere to be found. She raced around the house, trying to find her wonderous cousin...when finally, she saw something she'd never wished to have seen. Her cousin was stretched out, face down, on the floor of her father's room, burn marks everywhere on her body. When she flipped Lynnea over, she screamed in pain. Her beautiful cousin was dead. She was never one to take sides or judge, but somehow she knew: this was the workings of her father. Her father had murdered her cousin.
Several times, she tried to run away from home, but she was always caught by her father, who had a good beating with fire waiting for her when they got back home. Brielle never came back; Marissa was always on tour with her Thespian acting troupe. Mikaela was alone with her father every day for two years.
She was fourteen years old, and finally she thought she could run away successfully. As the story goes, she wasn't even close. Her father managed to capture her once more, and this time, he was completely fed up. He didn't only abuse Mikaela with the fire, but he sat fire to the house. Soon enough the fire department showed up, and she found it was her last chance. She grabbed the guitar from inside her room and jumped out the window onto the ground one story below. Nothing was broken, but she was quite winded. The firemen came to help her, and finally, she knew she was free. Her father didn't try to run after her. She ran and ran, finally arriving at a river, which was probably about fifteen blocks from her house. She thought better than to stay in the open, so she began to wade in the river's clear waters.
Something unbelievable happened -- well, she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen her sister and mother do it. The water seeped into her clothing and clung to her body for a moment...then, it simply fell back into the river, seeming to linger a bit. She plunged herself into the water up to her neck. The water clung to her two-year-old scars, then fell, leaving her with a sense of relief. She reached her fingers up to feel the slashes. No longer did they hurt to the touch. A sense of utter relief. The water in this river was clinging to her, and relieving her minor pains...and she had a feeling she knew why. If everyone else in the family had an element, this must mean hers was water, just as her mother and sister.
Emerging from the river, water still lingering at her fingertips, she made a run in an instinctual direction. She didn't know what told her to run that way, but she ran until she reached it: the Academy of the Elements. Hoping the fluid lingered a bit more, she made a slow walk into the academy: her new home.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Taylyn c:
YOUR AGE I'm fifteen!
RP EXPERIENCE I've been roleplaying for about nine or ten months overall.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Affiliation with Half-Blood Hill. c:
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLE(from Rhiannon Crawford's "A Cursive Memory" at Hogwarts Online School.)
Rhiannon was just finishing the last tie of the bow on the side of her beautiful dress: long, blue, flowing straight down. The dress was a mermaid-style dress, with an accordion-fold bow. The dress was strapless, which would be seen as skimpy or racy on other girls, but on Rhiannon, it showed just the perfect touch of humbleness and dignity. The sash tied perfectly to her waist, and where the dress fell below it, it made her look as if she were an innocent child. Her hair was tied up in a curling bleached bun with certain strands falling just around her jawline. Looking closely, she saw just a bit of her black roots showing through. She looked in the mirror and thought about just giving up and not going. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she couldn't bear to face her cousin looking that way.
She sighed, placing her strapping dark blue & cork heels onto her feet. She tied the straps up tight, preparing to step into the emerald flames of the floo network. She grabbed a bit of silvery-ashlike powder from the stone bowl by the fireplace. She crouched, stepping into the fireplace, throwing the dust, and clearing her throat. In her clearest voice possible, she said, "Hespera Aronwen's Mansion." The emerald flames licked up over her, and she felt a sensation of being thrown through the air by a giant. She closed her eyes as she engulfed heat, ash and smoke.
Coughing her lungs out, the sensation stopped. Can't I just pass my apparation test now?! She thought, stepping out of the fireplace and into the familiar family room she'd come to know and love. Many nights had been spent in the emerald-decked living room with her Aunt Hespera and her cousins Daphne, Diona and Deidra. She'd never really favored Diona or Deidra, considering they were blood traitors...but those days were at an end. Rhiannon was a phoenix, risen from the ashes, flying on the winds of change. She sniffled as she stood hesitant in the living room, reliving all the wonderous times she'd spent with Daphne. Those times would be gone, too, once she found out...
She looked to the right and saw a beautiful, silver spiraling staircase. She knew that lead up to the second and third stories, up to all the expansive rooms of the mansion. Even though she never favored her cousin, she knew exactly where her room was. Second floor, right wing, third corridor, second door on the left. She thought, as her feet followed behind.
Soon enough, she was faced with a pale ivory door. Suddenly, she wondered why she dressed up so well; she was coming to give a formal apology, and that was her only excuse. In a matter of quickness, she reached her hand up and pulled the pins out of her hair. It fell lightly to her shoulders, bouncing in curls. She looked in the shine of the door, sniffling and sighing. Her eyes still looked puffy, but she could deal with it. Her roots were showing through terribly, but that wouldn't matter. All that mattered was the moment that would take place when she gathered the courage to rap on the door.
She heard a light tinkling noise behind the door: a familiar music box tune that her and her cousins danced to as children before blood status and hate came into the family. Rhiannon felt as though more tears would come, but she swallowed hard, placing the thought far from her concious. She wondered why blood status ever had to come into it. Shouldn't family be undivisible? She felt so exasperated by the war and taking sides that she couldn't handle it anymore. She felt no need to join the Order, though, she just wanted it all to end. And it all could be started inside the flames of her heart...if she did what she knew she had to do.
She sighed one last time in conjunction with the tinkling tune's end. Raising her hand, clad with a bronze and sapphire ring, she paused. There's a reason I was put in Ravenclaw, while everyone else was a Slytherin. She thought to herself, as her hand formed a slight fist, closing in open itself. Opportunity waiting, she knocked on the shining pale door. The tune started again as she thought to herself, one final tear leaking down her cheek. I'm different...because I was meant to make a difference.
