Post by hawthorne on Mar 28, 2010 12:35:33 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if Amadea "Cherise" Hawthorne should fall behind...[/b]
"She's acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored
The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting
Trends come and go, but when your alone it doesn't mean a thing"
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age old soul
, rp experience tons
, how you found us idk
, contacts im me[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames Amedea, Cherise ((sher-eese))
, age Twenty - Three
, date of birth . Decemeber 15th.
, species (human, vampire, faerie, etc.) Sighted Mortal.
, canon if you're not on the canon list, ignore.
, face claim Sarah Grace Briggs[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight 135
, tattoos&piercings Ears. Belly button. hips, and collar bone. Also eyebrows all pierced.
, distinguishing features Blue hair, also piercings when there shown.
, physical flaws Nails are always bitten to the quick, scars.
, personal style Black.
, general description
Amadea: All black all the time. Except for her hair. Amadea typically doesn't wear any colors. She sometimes adds some white. or red. but typically only hints. or it's something that came with her cloths. She doesn't go out and try to wear bright colors other then her hair. Which is just sort of something that happened and she has kept up with for a while. Amadea is one of those girls who is uncomfortable with her body. Or so most people would think by the way she dresses. She never shows any of her skin. Like ever. It's sort of like a tabboo with her. She never shows any skin other then her face. She pale, ghost white not that she minds. Nothing about her really stands out though, not her style anyway. She's into big baggy black skater style pants with pockets. Converse every day. Then typically a wife beater, with a thermal on top, or a long sleeve shirt,with a tshirt over. Add on a hoodie when it's cold out. That's here walking down the streets.There are a few things that stick out about her though. The hair for one. It's blue, and long. She keeps it down, always. So it sorta hangs like a curtin, hiding her from the rest of the world. The only real accesories she wears is an old silver cross she found and liked. Also her wrist are always covered with things, sometimes jellie bracelets, or wrist bands, or arm warmers something. Always something. It's one of her odd quirks.
Cherise: Cherise is the brighter side of Amadea. She likes colors, and bright ones, she is the one who keeps up with the bright blue hair. Also she has made a wig that she sometimes wears that is all sorts of colors. When Cherise is in control, she likes to wear white, and then some bright bits of color. She doesn't hide the skin, that Amadea does. She will wear revealing clothing, to show off her piercings, she will wear dresses, and make up. She is comfortable in her skin, the only thing that never changes with the girls, is the fact that they are always wearing converse. Nothing else other then converse will ever cover their feet. Cherise likes to play with her make up though, make it big, nearly stage make up, and to put her hair up out of her face, or sometimes curl it. She likes to wear necklaces that sit right between her breast.
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`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center]A: Being alone, not having people around, when her dillusions leave her alone, nights when she doesn't dream, when she's not Cherise, dark things, music, studying.
C: Being around others, being the center of attention, being around things other then humans, dancing, not being Amadea, Color, dancing, Partying, Wine,
, dislikes
A: Crowded areas, being stared at, when someone brings up Cherise, dillusions, when she is hurt, being outside, when it's hot, sweating, eating, showing skin, people.
C: Being inside, being alone, fighting with Amdea, being away from the courts or others, blank things, darkness, when it's cold, being pale, being covered up.
, strengths A: Tuning out Cherise, self control, doesn't let people get to her.
C: People skills, no fear.
, weaknesses A: Can't deal with people, is jelious of Cherise, is afraid of the dillusions.
C: Amadea, Can't resist anything that sounds fun, is careless.
, goals A: To get ride of Cherise.
C: To show Amedea, she's not crazy and that there are other things out there.
, fears A: Cherise will one day take over completly.
C: That Amedea will lock her away, or they will fall in love.
, secrets A: Her past, and her meds.
C: Is in love with Amedea.
, personality
Amadea, and Cherise are two totally different people. Amadea, thinks, she is careful. She thinks she is crazy, she doesn't talk to people, she is afraid of people and her dilliusions. She just wants to get better, and to stop seeing things. She is sweet enough, though she can be a total bitch sometimes. She is someone with a heavy heart, who doesn't like anything that Cherise does. She enjoys being locked away studying the books that Cherise gives to her, and trying to convince herself that someday she will be better.
Cherise is someone who is completly spontanious. She is not careful about anything, she doesn't think about things. Which is probably why she gets alone get with weres and fay. Also why she is the one who goes out and chooses nearly everything physical about their body, she died their hair blue, and she got all the piecings. Cherise likes to have fun, she likes shiny things, she doesn't have much of an attention span. She likes physical, and mental attention, she is always craving to have people look at her, notice her, want her. She is in love with Amadea, and is trying to do the best that she knows how to, to help her other half. She is generally good, she doesn't get angry, only upset, she doesn't cry just pouts, and she doesn't form real attachments to people. She generally believes on some level everyone and everything is good, and that people aren't going to try and hurt her. She is very forgiving in nature. [/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Unkown.
, mother Maria Gordon.
, sibling(s) Alex?
, pet(s) Snake Boomer
, other family Grandmother.
, history
Since the moment she was born, Amadea has been cursed? gifted? With a second sight. Something that made it so she could see things that she knew weren't really there. That made people looks strange and terrifying. When she was young everyone just thought she had an over active imagination. She lived with her mother, and grandmother, and would spend hours, playing in the woods and feilds playing with Pixies, and sometimes even young weres who were with the Pixies. She grew up thinking that this was normal, of course her mother never approved, but everyone thought it was just a stage that she would grow out of. Something that they shouldn't bother themselves with. Besides no one really got worried, until Amadea came home one day, calling herself Amadea, instead of Prudence, and saying that she had a brother.
Because in her mind she did have a brother. One day when Amadea had gone out to the feild to go and play with the Pixies that lived there, and whoever else they brought with them. She'd run into another child, his name was Alex. He looked just like she would if she was a boy, only he was more tanned, and a little bit older. He walked over to her the first day that they met, and told her he was her brother, and that their father had sent him to come and be with her. Amadea was a young child, and she never questioned it, she believed she had a brother. The two of them grew extremly close, and she was blind to the fact his mission was to bring her back to the courts, where she was to be killed, for her sight. Because the Elves didn't like that there was a sighted Mortal. Soon Amadea started school, and she could no longer go to the feild everyday, it became harder and harder to see her brother, and the Pixies. Not only that, but she was noticing that the kids in her classes didn't see the things that she saw, like the people who walked around in the feild of the school who were so pretty. Amadea wasn't like anyone else she started to notice, while this hurt a little bit, she loved her brother and started to cut herself off from others, so she could be with her brother and her Pixies more.
Cherise didn't show up until Amadea was twelve years old. By then Amadea had cut herself nearly complelty off from others, she spent all of her free time with her brother, and the Pixies. She didn't do well in school, and she didn't really like people. She was still seeing things, and by thing point she was admitted into a mental instution, because she'd slipped to her mother about the things she saw. Her mother freaked out, thinking the insatution would heal her, instead it made things so much worse. While Amadea fell for whatever the doctors said, Cherise didn't and Cherise started to manifest herself. Amadea would fall asleep and wake up with days or weeks missing where Cherise would run rampant. Amadea started to be convinced she was sick, that the things she saw were wrong, while Cherise knew the truth they were gifted and the things they saw were real. Amadea was released after a while, and Chrise stopped showing up, there were no more out burst from her. Until one day, when Amadea was in the feild, with Alex. He was about fifteen now, that was when some others came to him. Alex told her to run, and she did, she then watched as Alex was burtally raped and murdered.
It was after that, that Amadea became who she was suppresssd and uptight. Away from everyone, and afraid of the things she saw. When she started this off and on battle with pills., It was then that Cherise started to gain some more control, and she started to show more and more often. Cherise also found a fay in with the fay, and the courts. Just sort of as a prop, they like her because she was sighted, and fun to be around, some have considered taking her to be a sweet tooth, but Cherise won't because of Amadea. For right now, she is enjoying the Fay's attention, trying to show Amadea she's not crazy, and keeping her other half as far away as she can from the fay that know her as Cherise. [/size][/ul].[/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title Distorted Mirror.
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample
It was like she’d stabbed him threw the heart. Only her words had done even worse then that. Because she didn’t believe him, she didn’t love him. Or she didn’t think that he loved her. He looked at her, and he felt his heart breaking. Something he didn’t think was possible anymore. He thought once something was broken, it couldn’t be more damaged. He should have remembered it could always hurt more, just like every morning without her, and every day he’d spent not seeing her, had killed him a little bit more inside everyday. Finally he got some words too come out of his mouth, “No Min.” it was all he could say. He wasn’t lying to her, and he didn’t want to make her cry she was wrong. She was wrong on so many levels he thought. He couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth. The way she talked to him, it tore him in half, right down the center, down to his core. Everything in him split, part of him wanted to smile stupidly and just grin that she was talking to him, and giving him the time of day the rest of him broke though. And before he could regain his heart, gather his thoughts, she was gone. Caleb thought about grabbing her arm, but she’d just wretch away from him.
When she walked it, when she left him, all alone…again. That was when he seemed to fully grasp it. That he’d just held Min, the real Min, that she’d been in his arms, that her lips had been pressed against his. That her palm had touched his face, she’d really been here, she’d really touched him. And once again he’d lost her let her go. It was a horrible kind of pain that ripped threw him, he screamed at it. Not a soft scream either, it was the kind of thing that people thought someone was being killed. He was bent over, crying, and screaming all at once. Calling himself every name possible, and slapping himself, doing his nightly thing, only this time without any drugs, or anything to drink. He screamed, and cried, feeling absolutely dreadful, like he was dying, his insides were being choked by pain. Even his body wanted all of this to stop. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. By the time he’d finally pulled his legs up together, so that they didn’t crash him to the floor at the thought of what he’d done. Still at least once he did, fall to his knees. He made his way towards the door.
The next few hours were a complete blur for the man known as Caleb. He had absolutely no idea what to do, everything he did felt so wrong. So he did the only thing he seemed to know how to do anymore. He drank, and drank and drank. He could hold his liquor now, he was so used to it. Every night it took longer and longer for him to reach that point that he wanted to get to. He disappeared inside some place, and ordered drink after drink, unil they cut him off. But the club was fimilar to him, it was a place he knew. They knew him too, and once they thought he’d had more then enough to drink, they kicked him out. Dragging him out and closing the doors on him. The cold air was bitter, but that was when he noticed a girl. He recognized that mop of hair, even from this angle. He sighed, coming up behind her, he thought she was being sick, and as always had to be the good guy. He pulled her hair back, and looked down at her. “What are you doing here Minerva?” he asked her. What was so special about today that he kept running into this girl.
One of his hand, came down from trying to hold her hair, to her shoulder. Touching her shoulder, he sighed when he looked at her. He wasn’t nearly drunk, barely buzzed as it was. “Come on love, if they’ve kicked you out, you’ve had enough.” He said looking at her. Trying to act like she was any other girl he’d walked home from the club, who’d been to wasted to do it. Leaning down, he wasn’t about to let her get away from him. “Do I have to carry you, or will you come with me Minnie?” he asked her, hand on her shoulder squeezing her shoulder lightly, telling her his hand was there. He would fight too keep her with him tonight. At least until he knew she was safe. Then he'd come home, and try to drink until he died.[/i][/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
