Post by Aerin Goldberg on Nov 29, 2009 23:31:49 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is AERIN GOLDBERG the first to die?[/b]
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Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. "
` if i kiss you where it's sore[/b][/size][/center]
, age . 15
, rp experience . 5 yeras
, how you found us . Another site
, contacts .flowers_legacy@yahoo.com[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames . Aerie, Aye
, age . eighteen
, date of birth . January 19th
, category (wanderer or discovery) . wanderer
, canon Yeah..?
, face claim . Evan Rachel Wood[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight . 130
, tattoos&piercings . Two piercings in each ear,
, distinguishing features . Long beautiful golden locks
, physical flaws . Broad shoulders
, personal style . Eccentric but classy
, general descriptionAerin is beautiful in a very 1960's way. Her long blonde hair when she straightens it looks like she stepped right out of her go-go boots. But she normally doesn't take the time to straighten it. Naturally it is long and wavy and if she doesn't let the sun bleach it she gets dark brown streaks. Her eyes are blue. Nearly ever shade of blue depending on the light, sometimes they are a dazzling aqua, other times a cold grey blue.
She is a long and lean figure. Her arms sort of gracefully gangly. Standing at 5'7" she can look the shorter men in the eye and takes pride in the fact that despite her fragile appearance she is fairly sturdy. [/size][/ul]
`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes . Pity, Calliflower
, strengths . Disception, Trust
, weaknesses . Letting others take care of her, being a follower
, goals . Move on from a past she can't remember
, fears . Everyone finding out that she can't remember anything about her life.
, secrets . She wasn't really a model...or maybe she was..she doesn't know
, personality Aerin is a confused soul. Practically all she knows about herself is the personality she protrays. There is spunk and charisma about her and she never lets anyone forget about it. Maybe it's because she has no idea who or where she came from but she let's herself go for lack of a better word. She never leaves a scene without being remembered.
Behind the calm, knowing and exciting face she is truely scared for herself. Having no idea what made you you before the experience beyond grave is terrifying. But courage holds it together. She refuses to break down about it. Though because of this mask she has to wear to make everyone believe her she keeps them at an arms length but truely wants someone to ignore the warning signs she puts up and make her spill everything. .[/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death . Unknown
, cause of death . Unknown
, father . Unknown
, mother . Unknown
, sibling(s) . Unknown
, pet(s) . Unknown
, other family . Unknown
, history Sorry but She doesn't remember her history soo if this really needs to be longer than this...I'm not sure what I'll do..
Finding herself no longer in her normal, living world Aerin realized she had no idea who she was. She could remember the world below, the streets, trees etc but what did they have to do with her. They felt like something she had read about. Her personality quickly surfaced though she had no idea if this was how she'd always acted or how not knowing your past made a you a bit more spontaneous and speak your mind more.
When Aerin started meeting others she realized most of them could remember their past. It made her feel inadequate so she made a story in her head. She told people she used to be a model that was brutally murdered. They believed her. She feels horrible for lying but one thing she does know about herself is her hatred of pity and being inadequate. So to the world she belongs to know, she is Aerin Goldberg, ex-model.
When she first came to the Beyond she knew exactly what happened. She saw her life flash before her eyes, just like they say will happen but as soon as it ended she forgot it. It was like a bad movie, one that you still feel it lingering, the feelings you experienced are still fresh in your mind but the characters and plot are lost. Not knowing what to do Aerin began walking. Having nothing in your head gave you a lot to think about. And so she walked, and thought. About what this meant about her. As she walked she met several people. They all remembered their past, their families, how the died even. And Aerin realized that something must simply be wrong with her. Could her existence have been so unworthy or unremarkable that even she didn't remember her after she died. She wondered if anyone from her life was missing her, noticed she was gone.
Finally she stopped wondering without direction and one day she entered Elle&Drucilla's. As she appreciated the art with her cup of coffee she felt a strong and sudden deja vu come over her. One painting was as familular as her own face. She studied it. The painting was of a house on a cliffside. The waves of the sea were crashing up, reaching for the house, as if to take it with them when they crashed back up. Something was important about this painting. Taking down the artists name she went searching for him. She is almost positive the painting was a sign to her past.
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` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title . ??
, certificate of authenticity we're here to tell you, "There's such a thing as ghosts.
, rp sample .
"Damn" The curse was quick and barely a finished thought when it escaped her lips. Emma dropped the pencil that had so ungratefully broken it's lead a second time. Pushing her chair away from the dark cherry wood desk the brunette inhaled deeply trying to regain some composure. How difficult could it really be to get four pages of words down on paper. Her daily limit now a days was six written pages for her story and today was not the first day that giving up had crossed her mind.
But giving up wasn't an option to the young writer. The plot was in her head, consuming her day job, her social and love life and yet it never ceased to wisp away right as she began harnessing it down.
While Emma's mental breakdown happened the door to her loft swung open and shut and slow and precise footsteps had neared her, but her head was so far elsewhere she hadn't noticed them. "Jeez Em, it looks like a hurricane struck." Came a husky and familiar voice. The sound of it though made Emma's head snap up in surprise. "Jake!" She exclaimed. "I thought you weren't dropping by till eight." Emma reached a hand to her neck, the sudden movement had strained something.
"It's eight thirty." Jake said simply, no complaint or anger in the response.
(Sorry I had to combine two of the characters but I only added Jake's verbal lines to Emma's Post.)
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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!
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