Post by cherrie on Apr 25, 2012 22:29:12 GMT -5
* leora s. scanlon ,
* 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 Leora Shay Scanlon
NICKNAMES Lee-Lee, she hates it though.
DATE OF BIRTH February, 18
AGE Seventeen
GRADE/YEAR 11th grade.
ELEMENT Water.
SEXUALITY Completely heterosexual.
MARITAL STATUS Single as a bunny.
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIMAshley Benson
EYE COLOURGray.
HAIR COLOURBlonde.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT5’4; 105.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Well, there’s nothing really special about her, never in her life would she get a tattoo, her two ear piercings are fine, and nothing special, and the only thing is that she wears ‘hipster glasses’ because they were her mother’s. Other than that, she blends in quite well.
CLOTHING STYLE Well, Leora just puts on anything she has. Her wardrobe consists of t-shirts and jeans, mainly, and she barely actually cares. Correction: She’s completely oblivious to fashion.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- outgoing
- freespirited
- friendly
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Oblivious to many harmful things in the world.
- Can’t tell her enemies from her friends, therefore lets everyone get too close.
- Possibly the most un co-ordinated person on the planet.
- when she wants something her way, she stands up for it.
LIKES
- strawberries
- reading
- watching horror\mystery shows\movies.
- spending time on the internet reading completely irrelevant articles.
- chemistry
DISLIKES
- singing
- clichéd\sappy shows.
- being told what to do, even in a nice manner.
- the saxophone.
- climbing
STRENGTHS
- totally ignoring whatever everyone else is doing and setting trends without realizing it.
- pain-tolerance
- concentration
WEAKNESSES
- trusts too much.
- is in a way refusing to actually bother with things that don’t concern her.
- clumsy. Very, very clumsy.
FEARS
- spiders
- being abandoned
- loud noises
BEST MEMORY
Leora’s best memory was… well, she doesn’t know. There would be too many moments to choose from, but it would definitely be a moment with her family. It could possibly be that time when she won the city spelling bee. Or maybe that time she had won her first medal in dancing, even though she was only 5th place. There are just too many moments to choose from, and she couldn’t possibly choose just one.
WORST MEMORY
She still remembers that time when this kind in her class, Ernest Forester threw up all over her in second grade. She remembers the laughter, the horrid smell, and the embarrassment. Oh the bullying she had experienced after that. She couldn’t bear to think of it.
LONG-TERM GOAL She wants to be an actress later on, but she’s doubting herself. Currently, she’s preparing herself for a life behind a boring old desk.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Nina Rachel Scanlon (#40), Lawyer
FATHER Greg Alexander Scanlon (#41), Architect
SIBLINGS N\A
OTHER N\A
HISTORY Well, Leora was born to two overjoyed parents, who vowed to take care of the child to the best of their abilities. It was mostly because the doctors had always said that Nina Scanlon would never be able to bear a child. Leora was quite a logical child for her age, and figured out things before most other people did, but failed to walk and talk until she was almost two.
Leora, being herself, was always the clumsy one. Always knocking over her mother’s favourite vase while running around the house, tripping and trying to chase after the dog. She would drop her food on the floor at lunch in 6th grade, and she would always, always, fall face first when running during track. She couldn’t help it, but there was that one thing she was always good at. Swimming.
She was like a fish out of water, and would spend so much time in the water, it seemed inhuman. She soon realized that she could somehow breathe underwater, and one time, she spent too much time underwater, that her parents had thought sh drowned, though after ten minutes, she had reappeared, completely unharmed. Her parents were worried, and interrogated her until they somehow put the pieces together.
Though neither of her parents were gifted, her great grandfather was a water elemental, and it wasn’t that surprising that the powers had been dormant for the past three generations. Her family was soon told of the academy, and they sent her off for 9th grade to learn how to control her powers and develop them.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAMEI’ll go by Cherrie.
YOUR AGE I just turned 13, so it’s all good.
RP EXPERIENCEUh, 8 months.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Advertisements.
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLE
Giselle looked at her figure in the mirror. She inspected the fabric of her silk night gown. She had to be in style even when sleeping, you know! She frowned, taking it off and dumping it in the huge pile of clothes that she didn’t love. She held her head high, admiring another knee length dress that she absolutely loved. She would wear this tonight and maybe a few times after that, then it would be trash. Giselle admired her perfect figure in the mirror, smiling. That diet had actually worked, unlike her mother’s Vegan diet, which did no help at all.
Giselle heard a soft knock on the door, and it infuriated her. “What?!” she snapped. “You have a parcel that just came in, m’lady.” The timid voice said quietly behind the grand doors. “It can wait. Never disturb me again. Run off now!” she said in a commanding voice. She narrowed her eyes at the reflection of the doors. Whoever was behind them was probably ugly and didn’t have a life. They probably were dead ugly and didn’t have money at all. Giselle wrinkled her nose at the thought.
Giselle took the pink nightgown off, tossing it in the small pile of clothes that she wanted. She spotted a dress in her closet. She quickly put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her looks. After all, not everyone was blessed with good looks! Someday, she would wear a grandiose dress, crafted by the most expensive dress maker in the world. She would be queen. She would reign over a country, for people to worship her name. She smiled at the thought and did a little twirl in front of the mirror.
She carefully took off her dress and hung it back up, then proceeding to dress herself in a new outfit. The other one she wore this morning was getting old, and she has seen someone wearing similar colors, and that just wouldn’t do. If she was queen, she would have them executed! Wearing royal colors! That was a crime! Though one day, one day soon, she would be able to do that. She would be able to have people cower in fear at her name. For others to worship her, and all she had to do was look fah-bu-lous.
