Post by Jessica Brown on Dec 6, 2009 15:17:21 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is Jessica Brown the first to die?[/b]
"She'll make you take your clothes off
and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain."
` if i kiss you where it's sore[/b][/size][/center]
, age .16
, rp experience .6 years
, how you found us .Ad on other site
, contacts .Email[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames .Rouge, Noir
, age .19
, date of birth .July 1
, category .Forgotten
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, face claim .Megan Fox[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight .112 lbs
, tattoos&piercings .Two piercings in each year, and a rough tattoo of a star on the small of her back.
, distinguishing features .She's got bright green eyes, the kind that seem to reflect light, making them almost glow in the dark.
, physical flaws .She's overly short and her hair is always wild. Her nose is also just slightly crooked.
, personal style .Generally jeans and dark t-shirts. Every once in a while loose flowy dresses.
, general description .She's a tiny thing with an untamed appearance. Her hair is dark brown, and falls to the small of her back in a mass of wild curls and waves, succeeding in making her seem even smaller than she really is. Her eyes, a bright yellow-green, are the first thing you notice about her, the next being her hair and the third being her well tanned skin.
She has a long waist and short legs, which has always given her a problem when trying to find clothes, so most of her pants are too long, and her shirts are generally baggy, so that they're long enough. Upon first seeing her, she almost seems haunted, lost, with her big eyes and wild hair, as well as being somewhat dark, do to her generally black clothing choices, but rather, most of the time she simply looks blank.[/size][/ul]
`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center]*Guys that can make her laugh
*Dancing
*Trying crazy things
*Coffee
*Snakes
*Roses
*Cotton Candy
*Skaters/roller blading
*Motorcycles
*Rain
, dislikes .
*Orange Juice
*Bells
*The words 'I love you'
*Carpet
*Watching TV
*White Chocolate
*Dust
*Needles
*Droughts
*Geese
, strengths .
*Sob stories have no effect on her.
*She can keep her head clear and, for the most part, logical.
*Is an excellent liar.
, weaknesses .
*She has commitment issues with everything, including video games.
*She has trouble smiling and laughing on normal occasions.
*She can't cook. The most she ever makes is Raman, scrambled eggs, and grilled cheese.
, goals .
*To remember nothing from Earth
*To find a guy she can open up too.
, fears .
*Spiders
*Fire
*Cages
, secrets .
*She can 'see' what happens on Earth sometimes.
*She's got a bit of a wild side.
*She happens to still be a virgin.
, personality .
She's like the resident shadow. She doesn't appear to ever smile, and definitely never laughs. Rarely does she speak, and then only when spoken too, and only enough to be considered polite. She tends to spend her time alone, and generally prefers things that way. Few dare to become her friend, and even fewer succeed, since she refuses to open up with most people.
To those who manage to shatter the silent shell, she's a wholly different person. She would defend, protect, and help that person until the end of time, or at least until her issues with commitment get in the way. She tends to get bored with people after a while, after pretty much figuring them out, and then will start to pull away.
During that period right when she's opened up though, she's a fireball. She's lively and thinks of all sorts of crazy schemes. Almost always she manages to get whoever she's with to go along with them. She just has this way about her, that when she opens up, she's almost like a drug. She can make people forget about their problems with rushes of adrenaline, if only for short amounts of time, and only so long as they go along with her wild ideas.[/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death .college dorm room
, cause of death .Arson
, father .Joshua Brown
, mother .Maria Brown
, sibling(s) .An older brother named Max
, pet(s) .A ball python named Excalier.
, other family . Various grandparents, though she really doesn't know them well.
, history
Jessica was born loveable, and grew up with a wild side. She generally got what she wanted, but not because it was given to her. Rather, she simply reached out and took, and sometimes fought for, what she wanted. Life continued this way for her through elementary and middle school, with many friends, and people trying not to get on her bad side because of her big, over protective brother.
Everything changed when she got into high school though. Her brother, who'd just graduated, got involved with some gangs, and started making enemies. Since he was practically untouchable due to his position in his gang, they went after the next best thing. Jessica. The first attack came half way through ninth grade, when she was walking home from a friends house. Her home being on the out skirts of the small town, not inside it like most people, there was a bit of an unpopulated stretch. She was dragged off the street and beaten. When her brother found her an hour later, having been sent out by their parents, he saw that they had written a message on her back in sharpee that simply read 'First warning Max'.
Max hid this from their parents, nursing her back to health himself. She ended up staying with him in his apartment most of the time, to keep her safe. Their parents never questioned it, due to the fact that they had always been close. It was around that time when she started to get quieter. It wasn't too noticable at first. Less crazy ideas, a little shyer in public. Most people just thought she was finally settling down.
The second attack came about a year later, and was pretty much the same as the first, except that it said 'Second warning Max. Next time she dies'. Once again, Max covered it over, keeping an even closer watch on her. When Jessica questioned him about it, he told her that they wanted him to openly attack them, so they had an excuse to get rid of him. Accepting this reason, and not wanting to lose her beloved older brother, she agreed to his terms for her safety. She closed off almost completely in public, though in private, with just her friends she still had her wild side. It was then that she earned her nickname Rouge et Noir from one of her friends who's first language was french. It meant Red and Black, Red signifying her wild side, while Black signified the new silent side of her.
Things remained quiet for a couple of years, as Jessica, now known as either Rouge or Noir to most people, remained under strict supervision of her brother. The people attacking her all but disappeared, and by the time Jessica started college, Max let out the leash enough to allow her to live in a dorm room on campus. She made it through her first year without incident, studying to be a teacher. At the beginning of the second year, she got a new dormmate, but didn't think anything of it. One night, the girl, who was a member of the gang that had attacked her before, spiked some of Jessica's drinks with enough sleeping medicine to make her sleep through anything.
That night a fire was started in the girl's dorms. All the girl's got out safely, except for Jessica, fast asleep in the closet where she'd been stored, not hearing the alarms, not even waking up with the smoke started to attack her. She died in her sleep, long before the fire reached her. She arrived in the Beyond plagued by images of her boy burning. Barely a month later, she was struck again, and forced to watch her brother attack the other gang and get killed. He arrived not to long after that, unable to remember anything except her nickname, Rouge et Noir. That was the only thing anybody knew to call her, and so it stuck even then. Since that time, she was plagued by scenes of Below, of her family grieving, of her murderers getting away with it. It was these visions that had her escaping to as close to the See as she could get, as often as possible, for it was the only place where she'd never had a vision.[/size][/ul].[/color]
` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title . Lost and Wild
, certificate of authenticity .we're here to tell you, "There's such a thing as ghosts."
, rp sample .
It started the way it always did. The morning was beauiful. The birds sang their salutes to the sun, harmonized by the soft whistling of the warm summer wind blowing through the trees that dotted his family's estate. The melody was turned harsh and discordant by the shrill screech of a cat from inside the house, followed by the wet sound of a sob and the scratching thumps of a scuffle. He turned slowly, as if the air was molasses, restricting his movements. Even his thoughts seemed to be going slow, but he knew, somewhere deep in his instincts that he had to get in there. This wasn't a childish fight between his siblings, though for all the world that's what it sounded like.
He was running in slow motion, each tiny movement, each tensing of his muscles deadened. It wasn't until he finally reached the door that his thoughts managed to arrange themselves. Don't go! they screamed, but his body wouldn't listen. He watched in horror as his hand reached forward and pushed open the ajar door. The site that met his wide teal eyes had bile rise in his throat.
His brother, two years younger than his own sixteen years loomed over the mangled bodies of his mother and ten year old sisters. The twins, with their flowing blonde hair and delicate features almost seemed as if they were sleeping, for their faces were peacefull and serene in death, as they had never been in life. His mother, from which he aquired his hair, black as a raven's feathers, lay across them, hazel eyes still open, staring blindly in shock towards the ceiling. All three lay in an ever growing pool of crimson liquid
"Zan!" He lifted his eyes towards his brother, taking in the blood covered clothes, as well as the feral set of his face. "I shifted! I lost control!" The boy's words sunk in, seeping through the layers of cold that had grasped his body, aknowledged by his instinct and his thoughts, which seemed almost discontected from the action. Don't do it! Calm down! Let's talk it out! they yelled, but other words slipped from his mouth.
"You killed them!" He almost didn't recognize his own voice, strangled as it was by rage and grief. "You beast! Monster!" His hands found the sword that always hung by the door of their own volition. The next part was over almost before it had begun. One moment he was racing towards the boy that had always been his best friend, and the next moment the teen was laying on the ground beside his family, the sword piercing his now still heart. He stood over them then as both his mother and his brother stared at him in death, their eyes accusing, angry. They bored into his soul, haunted him, until that was all he saw. Two nearly identical sets of eyes, glaring their hatred at him. He dropped to his knees, closing his eyes to escape the sight, but they wouldn't leave him. He screamed-
-and woke up. The man, now twenty two sprang from his bed, the sheets following him off, clinging to his sweat soaked body. His throat was raw from screams that refused to pass his lips and he shivered fiercly, though it was quite warm in his room, from the flames that still flickered in the fire place. He ran a hand through his hair, which fell choppily to the tops of his ears. A sigh slipped out, releasing a bit of the tension, allowing him to drop back down onto the bed, staring at the wall with tired teal eyes.
My name is Alexandayr Damon Shires. I am the best tracker in the kingdom. I can overcome my past. My other form will not control my life. I have control. He repeated the thoughts like a mantra, imagining a gread fire in his mind and pouring all other thoughts and emotions into it, until his heartbeat had steadied and he no longer had trouble sucking in breath. The flash of light through his open window broke his reverie, alerting him that dawn had arrived. With another sigh, Zandayr slid from the bed, pulling on his clothes with a quick efficiency. A smile was flashed at a startled maid as he emerged from his room, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. The man slid silently down the stairs to the common room, one hand resting easily on the hilt of his one visible weapon, the sword that had pierced his brother's heart all those years ago.
A barmaid approached him hesitantly, growing tenser rather than relaxing at his false smile. "S-sir, shall I w-wake the inkeeper for y-you?" She stuttered, standing out of arm range. Zandayr almost smirked at her fear of him, but he knew that it would only serve to scare her more.
"No, just bring me some water. I'll be fine waiting." He said, waving her away with a dismissive hand, forgetting her the moment she scuttled away. Zandayr settled back then, his mind running over the past couple of weeks. He'd heard about the disappearance of the princess, and had treated it as a piece of interesting, though irrelevant, information, storing it away for later use. At least until he'd been summoned by the king himself, with the mission of bringing back the doomed woman. She wasn't hard to find, especially not for him. He glanced up momentarily as maids scurried around, straightening up the common room for another day.
The princess was here. That he was sure of. Somewhere in this small village she was hidden, and he wouldn't rest until she was found. Taking a sip of the water that had been set in front of him by a helpful barmaid, he allowed the smirk to grow on his face. No, she hadn't been hard to find at all.[/size][/ul]
Just to let you know, Maura made this template, not you. If you just happen to steal it, and be warned, that she will come to your house and devour your intestines.
The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
[/size]The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
