Post by camille on Feb 19, 2013 22:25:16 GMT -5
* camille d. angelis ,
* 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 Camille Donna Angelis
NICKNAMES Cammie, Don, Donnie, 'Angel'
DATE OF BIRTH June 8th
AGE Seventeen
GRADE/YEAR Junior
ELEMENT Water
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS It's complicated
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Kat Graham
EYE COLOUR Green
HAIR COLOUR Dark Brown/Black
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'3'' and 117 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Piercings both in the lower ears and a birthmark on her left shoulder.
CLOTHING STYLE Cammie likes sweet and simple. Mainly sweet. She's seen wearing either long flowing skirts with matching blouses, a frilly skirt with the blouse, dresses, shorts, tanks, flip flops, flats, whatever. She'll where anything that's not too complicated and makes her look cute at the same time.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- caring
- cheerful
- honest
- bubbly
- determined
- forgiving
- reliable
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- indecisive
- dependent
- stubborn
- frivolous
- prankster
- pushy
- reckless
LIKES
- pandas
- music
- her violin
- reese's cups
- summer
- violets
- splashing in rain puddles
DISLIKES
- pressure
- change
- cruelty
- early mornings
- cauliflower
- being ignored
- lateness
STRENGTHS
- musical talent
- good listener
- intelligent
- creative
- graceful
- observant
WEAKNESSES
- relents
- spendthrift
- not consistent
- low self-esteem
- not on time
- unfocused
- weak powers
FEARS
- spiders
- heights
- darkness
BEST MEMORY Her violin recital. She was extremely excited for the event. Not only was she proud to be up on the stage and play for the audience, but it was one of the few times her parents were together. She spotted them in the audience together and had a large grin on her face while she played her heart away. She loved how they casted their differences aside and sat beside each other to listen to their daughter play.
WORST MEMORY Every child's worse memory is of their parents' divorce, and Cammie is no different. She was ten years old when it happened and she was in bed when her father sneaked into her room. He had suitcases with him and intentionally planned on giving her a goodbye kiss when she stopped him in his tracks when he turned to leave and asked him where he was going. He told her why and after all of the tears and the pleadings to stay, he finally left and it broke her heart.
LONG-TERM GOAL Cammie dreams of becoming a world renown violinist. She enjoys playing so much that she wants to share her love for the instrument with everyone else. She aims to be the best so that others can hear for themselves the wonders of this music and become lovers as well as herself.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Monica Lee Jones (38), deceased. -wind-
FATHER Raphael Dante Angelis (41), College professor. -water-
SIBLINGS none
OTHER Antonio Franco Ricci (significant other)
HISTORY Florence, Italy is a beautiful city full of beautiful sites. It was the place Camille Angelis, or just Cammie, was born and raised in for the majority of her life. Her parents met at this academy and dated off and on. They finally got together during college and stuck to it. They married in their twenties and debated whether to move back to Monica's home country, which was the U.S. or go to Raphael's in Italy. They both decided on Italy and moved there while going about their career paths.
Monica wanted to be a nurse and Raphael a teacher. She had to postpone her career path when she was pregnant with Camille. While pregnant, their love for one another was at it's strongest. Raph was excited at having a tiny baby to play with, being the playful man that he was. Raph received his teaching degree in science when Cammie was born. He never thought he could love anyone more than Monica, but he was wrongly mistaken when she grabbed onto his pinky for the first time. Monica took to mothering instantly, or as much as she could because after she gave birth to Cammie, she went back into nursing school.
Raph would work in the mornings and take care of Cammie at night while Monica worked at night and took care of her during the mornings. They had a small schedule that fit perfectly around her, but not around themselves. They soon saw less of each other and their conversations go nowhere. As it turns out, as their love for Cammie grew when she grew, their love for each other waned.
As the years came, arguing ensued. It came to the point where they refused to talk to one another. Cammie hated this and tried every way to bring them back together. They both seemed to like how she played the violin, so she focused more on her lessons more than ever, but to no avail. The day he finally left was the most tragic day in her life. He wasn't there when he needed her the most and she more or less resented him for it.
Like when something remarkable happened to her when she was thirteen. She was at her school near the water fountain when she moved the water with her will. She was shocked and told her mother when she arrived home. She showed the same surprise and told her to tell her. She didn't, though because she felt that if he really cared about her he would be here with her, not countries away from her.
Growing up in Italy was fun for her. Besides the whole 'water user' thing, she had friends, places to go, and she was happy. Her happiness was soon shattered when her mother was involved in a car accident with fatal injuries this year. She stood by her until the end and finally called her father to tell him the news. He rushed out to meet her, embraced each other, and they both said their goodbyes at the funeral.
Cammie lives with her father now in Canada, and has been here for the entire summer. She finds it awkward being around him since it's been years since he's been in her life and wishes to go back to her home. She hates change and she had a life there, but now she's forced to start a new one.
Her dad is a college professor at the 'gifted school' she's going to attend in the school year. Most kids would be excited to go to the same school their parents work, but not Cammie. Yet, she'll take advantage of the opportunity in order to get to know him a little more. He claims that it is the same school where he learned to harness his water abilities, and also hinted that this was the same place where he met her mother. Her interest in this school grew because of that reason. She figured the academy wouldn't be as bad as she originally thought. There was only one way to find out.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Riah
YOUR AGE 20
RP EXPERIENCE 3 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? through lots of stalking
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLETam wasn’t filled with rage often. In fact, she hated the feeling. When one is in rage, their thoughts weren’t clear and the intensity of the emotion blurred and blocked off any common sense from entering into the brain. Was she in that state now? She didn’t know, she was too angry, confused, and annoyed. He wasn’t going to stop until she viewed his point or gave him respect. Too bad for Tam; she was just as resilient and stubborn. Maybe she should just lay down and take the beating and submit, but that wasn’t like her. She was the type to get back up once being pushed down. But in this case, it might be safe for her to stay down until the coast was clear.
“But you are a bully. Picking on pe-” Her words were cut short when he charged at her and caged her in with his bulky arms like an animal. She instinctively moved back and leaned far into the back of the chair. She listened to his words carefully and thought on them. Would she be brave if they weren’t here? If they’ve never existed? That was the million-dollar question. Truth is…she didn’t know. She would hope that she would, but given the situation she wouldn’t know what to do. “That…depends on the situation.” She said slowly. “If someone I loved were in danger and needed my help…I would be brave and help them.” And it was the truth. She would probably be terrified right now if she knew her friends wouldn’t come for her or didn’t exist. In fact, she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them. Not like she was blaming them.
She wasn’t a sacrifice, far from it. She came here on her own volition, though she was slowly starting to regret the action now, if only just a little. She didn’t regret entering Arkham; she regretted separating from Kara. Maybe if they never left each other she never would have run into Bane of the Joker. By the way things were going now…she would have preferred staying the with the green-haired psycho. Her eyes glanced towards the arm rest as he slowly crushed it and then flared back at his.
“I have respect,” she retorted. “I just give it to those who deserve it.” And those were the last words she spoke as he grabbed her by the throat and slowly choked the air out of her lungs. She instinctively grabbed the hand and tried to free herself, but to no avail. She was forced to listen to his words with her only reply was gaspings of breath. She thought how pleasant it would have been now to stay with Joker instead of him. Her eyes widened as he squeezed her throat ever so tightly.
She would probably never give him respect. Not after this conversation. She felt her body lift up in the air as he stole her away from the safety of the chair. She hoped to God that he would be prepared, because it would be one hell of a fight if he’d ever so foolishly threatened her friends. She wouldn’t go so far as to hate him; no..she wouldn’t give him that luxury. It took too much negative energy to hate, in Tam’s own opinion. That doesn’t go to say that she would like him. Far from it. Hate ran along the lines of wishing death on someone, and she couldn’t do that. No, she wanted him to live; she wanted him to suffer from torture, the same torture he instills on his victims, only ten times worse. She wanted justice for him…not death. Death was an escape.
She closed her eyes and refused to listen to his words. He was wrong, absolutely wrong. Friendship was not venomous and it was not better to be alone. She tried to tell him that earlier, but she was too late in realizing that he was set in stone on his ways and thoughts. She was done trying to get through him, done with trying to use kind words with him. She was just…done. He was a worthless cause and she refused to waste energy more of her draining energy on him. She hated that way of thinking; she always believed that there was hope for someone. But in Bane’s case, there was none. Absolutely none. He chose his path, now it was time for Tam to choose hers.
Tam opened her eyes to meet the hues of the monster before her, but she couldn’t make out the face. Her vision was slowly blurring due to the lack of oxygen, and she soon would lose all vision and collapse if air wouldn’t reach her lungs in time. Yes, she was here for them. Yes, she was risking her life for them. But, no. Failure wasn’t in her, not yet at least. She still had hope that somehow, some way she would save them. That’s the only thing she could strive on in her current situation. Hope. It was a simple word with a powerful meaning towards it. It sounded weak and pathetic heard for the first time, but in the meaning held a very influential emotion that was the basis of the human race. That, and willpower. Tam had plenty of that. It was her will that she would not fade out. Her will not to let him get the best of her. Her will to not let her tears fall from her face currently as her eyes started to burn not only from the lack of oxygen, but the anguish of her situation. He was a monster, and she was slowly feeling something that abhorred feeling towards anyone: Hatred.
Her breath finally returned to her as he dropped her to the ground. She coughed and nearly choked on the air her lungs were screaming for. She wheezed and held a hand towards her chest in pain, trying to keep a hold of herself. His words ringed her head, but she didn’t think too much on it for thinking itself was hurting her head. Her head was wrathful towards her for not getting oxygen towards it. Not only that, but being so foolish as try to test Bane. Her brain aimed its anger towards her heart which was the culprit of this entire event. Too often than she would have liked her heart lead her into dangerous situations while the brain slowly fumed and was ignored.
She didn’t watch him walk out of the room; the heavy footfalls clued her in. Instead she was steadily staring at the wooden floors, her lungs still gathering for air. Her vision never did start to gain clarity because a single tear she’s been fighting to keep back broke its boundary and slid down her face. She never felt so helpless, so alone, so…broken. And deep down, both in her brain and her heart, Tam knew this was the beginning of Sorrows.
El Fin.