Post by lia grey-black ! on Apr 29, 2009 16:58:15 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is lia the first to die?[/b]
"i learned my lessons, i turned myself around, why can't i be done with this punishment yet??"
` if i kiss you where it's sore[/b][/size][/center]
, age .15
, rp experience .3 years
, how you found us .through maura
, contacts .msn- ask if you need it[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames .lialia
, age .seventeen
, date of birth .december tenth
, category (wanderer or discovery) .wanderer
, canon if you're not on the canon list, ignore.
, face claim .demi lovato[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight .eighty five pounds
, tattoos&piercings .none
, distinguishing features .super, super thin. bones stick out everywhere, where other people don't even know they have bones.
, physical flaws .scars everywhere, has a very odd chin
, personal style .lia is always wearing a lot of layers, heavy sweaters, boots, and jeans, usually with tights under them. her 'style' isn't so much a style as it is a necessity. she's always freezing, so lots of clothes are helpful. a lot of people would think that lia's style was very childish, since she's often got lots of plastic jewelery, and little girl tights.
, general description(write at least two paragraphs) .lia is both pretty and disturbing to look at. her dark brown eyes have always held some form of pain, since she was a small child. often described as elven when she was young, lia has always been small and frail. she was a ballerina when she was young, and it still shows. she's graceful as a dancer, all smooth, fluid motions and delicate limbs.
her long, dark brown hair is almost always left loose around her shoulders, falling in thick waves. her makeup is always there, whether or not people notice it. usually her eyeliner is heavy, but often, she just keeps it simple, to make her look less sick. lia's bones are almost visible, it seems, through her skin. there is almost no fat left on her body, everything is right under the surface, barely hidden. lia has a haunted look about her, though, funny enough, she's not the haunted one, not really. she's also always carrying a black teddy bear with her.[/size][/ul]
`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center]painting
singing
her bones
ballet
that light, floaty feeling you get when you haven't eaten in days
watching blood poor out of her skin taking the bad things with it knives
writing
hunter pierce
, dislikes .gaining weight
her looks
her ghosts
drugs
alcohol
mirrors
food
being cold
hospitals
being dead
the bad things in her body
, strengths .controlled(in some ways)
honest(about other people anyway)
polite
good at keeping secrets
good liar
patient
careful
, weaknesses .judgmental
self-loathing
harsh
fearful
dishonest about herself
unrealistic
vengeful
desperate
, goals .find her hunter
find a way to be done suffering
, fears .being dead
never getting hunter back
herself
the monsters she sees out of the corner of her eyes
, secrets .she's in love with her best friend
she sabotaged her best friend's recovery
she's basically responsible for her best friend's death
, personality. lia is, in most ways, simply a frightened little girl who's parents didn't love her enough. she's never believed that she was worth much, because no one ever acted like she was. there has always, always, ever since she can remember, been something in her reflection in the mirror that scared her, made her want to get rid of it. she tries to be nice to everyone else, but part of her thinks that everyone else is just as screwed as she is.
lia's whole life was dedicated to hating herself, trying to improve what she hated. lia was a loving friend, to the few she had. well, to hunter, really. lia never really cared much for society's standars of what loved should be. really, the opinions of others never interested her much at all. falling in love with her (female) best friend? not a negative thing at all, but for the fact that she didn't think she would ever deserve someone like hunter.
lia has always been very harsh, very quick to judge. she doesn't often share what she thinks(not with anyone but hunter), but she's always got something negative to say about everyone. lia is just a little bit haunted, and always has been. when she was young, she swore to her mom and dad that there were ghosts in her room, monsters curling into her sheets, pressing themselves close to her. no one believed her. maybe that's what killed her, in the end, her very own monsters.[/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death .winslow, maine, her father's guest bedroom, which she had never repainted and was still decorated like a guest room, though she'd been living there for months
, cause of death .her body shut down from not eating or drinking for eight days- starvation plus dehydration=lia's final exit
, father .peter grey
, mother .annamaria black
, sibling(s) .none
, pet(s) .none
, other family .tara- the stepmother
, history there was no fairytale love story leading up to lia grey-black's conception or subsequent birth and life. college students met at a party thrown by people they didn't like, heads rolled, a lust was born. harsh words, harsh feeling, harsher sex. lia was born nine months later, with her father eight hundred mils away. she was given the name lia, saddled with an unfortunate hyphenated last name(her grandparents wanted her to have some of both of her parents, she's never missed the fact that even her name is dark), and a middle name after the deepest trench in the ocean(her mother wanted to study it someday).
when she was in the strange threefourfive time in life, before schooling began, and friends, she was spoon fed her mother's dreams, and poison against men(her father) was something she ingested regularly. she visited her father once a year(thanksgiving, she could pretend that tara was her mommy and they were a happy family for a week every year), a read lots of books. her grandmother leandra(mommy's mommy, strict with no personality, died when she was seven) taught her to knit, before she could even tie her shoes. when grandmother died, she bought knitting books, but no yarn. old sweaters from consignment shops were always used to make her creations.
school started for lia, as it does for any child. the new girl in town was named hunter(a boy's name), and shared a carpet with lia in kindergarten. bestfriendsfriendsforeverliaandhunterhunterandlia. soon enough, the two were always referred to together, neither was ever a separate entity. hunter knew how to knit too. hunter's mommy was dead. hunter's daddy liked to golf and leave his daughter with a nanny. hunter knew how opening your skin let the bad things out, and flashing blades drew the ghosts out. hunter saw monsters too. if they slept in the same bed, the monsters didn't have room to get in. (clasped hands kept them safe, together, as they wandered farther and farther from safety)
at thirteen, lia and hunter swore to kill their ghosts and monsters together, to get rid of all that wasn't necessary. at fourteen, hunter went back on her promise, or she tried to. lia faked supportive, told her how good she was doing, how she would soon need to buy clothes actually aimed at someone with boobs(told her how many calories she'd eaten that day, her dwindling weight). hunter came back to her soon. they conquered highschool together, laughing at the stupid girls who didn't know that curves held monsters and food was out to poison you. they were comfortable with each other, more so than normal fifteen year olds were. they still slept in the same bed and held hands and kissed each other without thinking a thing of it. people thought they were weird. (they knew that they weren't the weird ones)
sixteenseventeen rolled around, and lia was sent to live with daddy. a little girl who passed out during a ballet recital wasn't acceptable. mommy wouldn't have it. she and hunter hugged and kissed(more lingering than usual), and promised to stay strong until they saw each other again. tears poured, and lia shoved the muffin her mother demanded she eat down the garbage disposal and got in the car and drove to the other side of winslow where daddy and the wife were waiting. she was a good girl for three weeks, holding on only for the sake of seeing her hunter again(never happened). after three weeks, daddy started suggesting treatment. she wasn't normal anymore. she wasn't eating. she woke up screaming for hunter(the monsters were in her bed again). she got out of bed one night and went to the stark white guest closet. she pulled out a huge blanket from the box, one of the first things she'd knitted. she wrapped herself up and went to sleep on the floor, hugging a stuffed bear. (hunter hugged its twin) she never woke up.[/size][/ul].[/color]
` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title .lost and insecure
, certificate of authenticity ADMIN EDIT.
, rp sample .
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All I know is everything is not as it's sold
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It was strange that a place like Winslow could look so normal, when there were such evil things happening in it. The area Joss was wandering through... it looked like a normal, if very poor, place. There was nothing that suggested that anything was wrong, other than the near constant rain. Of course, the rain made sense to Joss now. A few days before, she'd met a girl named Leah, who happened to be the Director's daughter. Joss wasn't usually the most sympathetic of people, but you had to feel bad for that girl.
Joss sighed as she glanced over her shoulder, making sure that no one was following her. This was getting so tiring. Half of her wanted to get get caught, and just let it be over with. She wasn't so sure that it was even worth running anymore. When Riley was still around(she couldn't bring herself to say 'alive', because that would mean admitting he was dead), he had kept her hopeful. Now... she didn't have anything to hope for. Now, she was just praying that something could go right... 'And it will,'[/i] she thought, 'I don't know what yet, but something good is coming.'[/i] Her visions had been extremely vague lately, which had a lot to do with the fact that she wasn't able to focus on them too much, for some reason. She kept getting tiny flashes, herself smiling, a hand on her's(it looked disturbingly like Riley's, but she wouldn't dare think of that), herself laughing at something. Not things that had been happening lately.
Joss had no idea what the visions were about, so she was trying not to think on it too much. Instead, she thought about the area she was walking through. It was the long way back to the apartment complex where she was currently renting a closet sized one bedroom thing. It wasn't the nicest of places, but she had been able to get clear enough visions to see that it would be safe. The place she and Riley had lived at before wasn't too far away, and she knew that the Trackers would expect her to go as far as possible. Well. She'd confuse them, then.
Joss looked around her, and decided to stop for a minute, and sit down. She was near a small park-type area, with a couple of benches, and a sidewalk. A few children were playing in the field, and Joss considered for a second that if she wanted to blend in, she should be wearing a jacket, at least. The children were wearing heavy coats, while Joss was wearing a large, lime green t-shirt. For one thing, she couldn't stand jackets, and the other was that she loved the cold. She couldn't tolerate being warm. She guessed it had something to do with her powers, like how Warren had to be warm, all the time. She needed cold.
Suddenly, Joss's eyes unfocused, and she felt as if the whole world was spinning for a second or two. Then, she saw a tiny glimpse a person coming toward her. She gasped for air as the vision ended. 'God, I wish those could be a little less uncomfortable.'[/i] Joss looked around, but didn't see anyone, yet. Well, she would be watching. Unfortunately, she didn't know if the person meant any harm or not.
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