Post by blair on May 12, 2012 17:52:51 GMT -5
* blair r. summers ,
* 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 BLAIROVA REILEY ANNE SUMMERS
NICKNAMES Blair
DATE OF BIRTH April 15
AGE fifteen
GRADE/YEAR freshman
ELEMENT earth
SEXUALITY heterosexual
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 taylor swift
EYE COLOUR blue
HAIR COLOUR blonde
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'5" at 110 pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Tattoos
right wrist, symbols only
outside of left ankle
Piercings
five piercings on each ear, from the ear lobe up
belly piercing
tongue piercing
CLOTHING STYLE
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- very smart
- focused
- can multi-task like a boss
- generous
[/*]very polite
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- stubborn
- a little too nice
- extremely protective
LIKES
- drawing
- painting
- learning
- being among friends
- animals
DISLIKES
- being told what to do
- being lied to
- show offs
- know-it-alls
- being forced into doing things
STRENGTHS
- responsible
- trustworthy
- independent
WEAKNESSES
- impatient at times
- easily spooked
- doesn't trust anyone
FEARS
- graduating
- loud noises
- losing her friends
BEST MEMORY coming to the academy
WORST MEMORY watching her father die
LONG-TERM GOAL Master her element
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* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Penelope Anne Woods (31), Landscaper (Earth Element/NPC)
FATHER Terrance Michael Woods (25), deceased at age 25
SIBLINGS
Kyle Johnathon Woods (19), College Student (Earth Element/NPC)
Josh Marie Woods (20), College Student (Water Element/NPC)
OTHER
Sasha (1), Maine Coon, Pet
Bernie (1), Maine Coon, Pet
HISTORY
Blair was born here in Maple Hollow. She's always been a social butterfly and stuck close to her friends, family, and older brothers Kyle and Josh. They have a special bond that nothing can break. She would often spend entire days with them, follow them around. Unlike other peoples' brothers, hers didn't mind her following them everywhere. She would often hang out with her brothers and their friends, and their friends enjoyed having her around. They took her everywhere and protected her from the world's most vicious beasts. Spiders and snakes and other creepy things. Josh and Kyle would carry her when she got tired and if she fell asleep on their little adventures, they'd carry her home.
She loved the sun and she loved to play and, even at a young age, her parents knew Blair would be an Earth Element. She always liked plants, flowers, trees, you name it. She was a happy child and nothing could break her joy. That is, until her father died when she was five. It was horrible and talking about it would just bring up memories, so we'll skip that little part. For years after, she sat in her room by herself, on her bed. Kyle and Josh would often spend his entire day with her in her room and just talk to her, even if she didn't respond he'd keep on talking. Their mother had shut down and Kyle was left to care for the family at only nine years old. The most their mom did was work, but she'd wake up, go to work, come home, and lock herself back up in the master bedroom.
Soon, Blair realized her mother was untrustworthy and that only Josh and Kyle could be trusted. As soon as she turned thirteen, her mother realized that Blair's ability was kicking in. At fifteen, she was sent to the Academy. She realized right away that she didn't fit in. She felt so out of place. Josh and Kyle are always around to help her out, being in college and all. She often sneaks away and visits them, lucky that she gets away with it every night. They know its against rules, but they can't help but try to comfort their sister. She spends her days reading, and spends some nights with her brothers in their dorm.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Call me Blair
YOUR AGE Yes.
RP EXPERIENCE 5 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? A friend.
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEOne week. That's how long he's been gone. One week. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. One thousand eighty minutes. Six hundred four thousand, eight hundred seconds. As he lay in his bed thinking, he sighed. What kind of torture would Peeta go through today? It was noon and he'd been in his bed for three days without moving. His back was killing him from his lack of movement and his stomach roared like a raging lion. But still he did not move, only to go to the bathroom did he get up. Shadow knew he'd have leave his room sooner or later. Later. I'll get up later. Two more days passed. Still he hadn't left his room. The Saints were getting scared. They're only leader right now was Shadow and he had barricaded his room, locking even Bella outside of it. With a heavy sigh, he realized he had to use the bathroom again. When he was done, he took a long gulp of a bottle of water he had stashed in the fridge in his room. There had to be at least fifty more bottles. All around it, there was food. Untouched. Unnoticed. Finally, he moved his large dresser away from his door. Wood screeched on wood as he moved it across the wooden floor and opened the door. Cold air hit him like a truck and he actually stumbled back. He took a sniff and realized how bad him and his room reeked from his lack of showering. His mind had been stuck on Peeta the day Shadow watched his friend and almost-brother be taken. Watched him slip through his fingers. Literally. He shut the doors again and put the dresser back. He wanted some peace while he showered. He put the water on freezing cold to help get his body pumping again and finished with his hair and body. As soon as he was done, he once again moved the dresser, but still found it was extremely heavy, whereas when he put it there it wasn't a problem at all to move. Hunger was eating at his body and muscles. He opened his windows and left the door open so the room would air out.
As he walked down the stairs, he heard conversation in the livingroom and stopped, just out of sight, to listen. Poor Shadow! Him and Peeta have been friends forever! A voice said softly, a feminine voice. Probably Doe. Yeah! I heard Shadow and Peeta have been friends since Peeta first joined. Said a more masculine voice. Orion. The conversation continued until Shadow finally got sick of hearing about Peeta and Shadow, Shadow and Peeta. As soon as he entered the room, it went deathly quiet. All eyes were on Shadow, all were sympathetic and sad. He didn't return any of the looks, just stared at his feet and fought the urge to race back to his room. His safe haven. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His chest tightened painfully as the eyes of the Saints stayed trained on him. They wanted him to reassure them that Peeta would come home safely, or even that Shadow had a plan to get Peeta back. But the truth was, Shadow didn't have a plan. He didn't have anything. He just wanted his best friend back. Now. He slowly made his way to the to kitchen and saw a pan of freshly made cookies. Probably made by Bella. As he picked one up, he ignored the fact that it's heat was burning like fire in his fingers. He didn't care about the pain as he thought about how much Peeta must be in at that very moment. He stared at the cookie, his face vacant of any expression, he felt anger boil in his heart and felt it heat his body up to a thousand and five degrees. He dropped the cookie and grabbed a nearby knife, holding it so tight his knuckles turned snow white. His breathing was ragged and heavy as he willed himself not to take away all the pain. He looked at his wrist. Seconds. That'd all it take. Just a few seconds. And all the pain would be gone. All the pain. All the misery.
He gritted his teeth and yelled, his voice like exploding thunder and threw the knife. The Saints yelled and ducked at it sailed over them and sliced through the plasma screen television screen. The screen shattered and sparks rained down like a storm. He gripped the counter and let the tears he'd been holding flow. They ran down his face like liquid fire and he cried, his body shook with every sob and his eyes remained closed. He fell back onto the floor, his legs stretched out in a V in front of him. He let his forehead bang against the tile floor and let his fingers snake through his hair. They became tangled in the black strands and he just left his hands there and cried. Murmurs of concern came from the Saints, but Shadow ignored them. Peeta could die at any minute of any day. He could already be dead. And the worst part was, Shadow didn't know. He didn't know what was going on right now in Saudi Arabia. Didn't know if Peeta was alive. Or dead. Or starving, or fat with food. He didn't know if he was giving away every Saint secret to protect himself, or keeping his mouth shut and taking the beating. Shadow didn't know, and it killed him to not know what his best friend's fate was. A hand touched his shoulder. It was small, and its softness told him it was feminine. He didn't dare make a move to shove the person away. He'd do it for sure if the hand belonged to a man. But no way in Hell would Shadow ever hit a girl for any reason. No matter how bad his life was at that moment. A voice voice spoke, but it was muffled and distorted. Shadow knew he wasn't listening, that's why it sounded like that. He was tuning out the words. He just sat there like he was, and ignored the world. Wanting to die.
(This is from the site The Cimarron Hearts with my character Shadow. Basically his best friend was taken right under his nose and he's very depressed)
