Just some handy character to keep on, er, hand. Usually I make a new, random character for every roleplay. I think I'm just going to log some of meh characters here.
I go by; Cornelia Debora Ryder If You Couldn't Tell; Female I'm Not Old; 19 I'm Special; Using smoke to create various things. She can solidfy it to create walls, hide from heat sensors, or create a haze and everything in between. My Tools; Prefers to fight hand-to-hand. Don't know if cigarettes and a lighter can be considered weapons. Stay Away; =Distractions =ADHD Keep Going; +People +Smoking +Crowds +Partying +Noise +Love/Romance/Flirting +Music +Fighting/Sparring +Sleeping +Being lazy +Life +Tatoos +Men Shut Up; -Solitude -Silence -Being insulted -Static electricity -Losing -Arrogant people -Sexists -Stress You Caught My Eye; None as of yet This is Definitely About Me; Injection- Rise Against I'm Identified As; Human They say I'm; A real people person. She has a laid-back, lazy manor, but is very active. She's very lively when she's with others and likes to feed off of others' energy. Cornelia has been told that she has a foul mouth. It's true; she can't deny it. Bad habits suck. She likes to exagerate things....and lie occasionaly. Sometimes it's hard to take Cornelia seriously. However, she does have a quiet, protective side. Anyone to see this side is fairly lucky. She's only protective over her family and close friends, even if they can defend themselves. What Would You Like to Know?; Cornelia came from an extremely large family, most of the siblings had been adopted by her parents. Having a big family can make you rowdy and loud, seeing as you have to fight for attention. On the topic of fighting, Cornelia dropped in with the wrong crowd during her freshman year of highschool. She started in underground fight clubs where she grew quickly as a fierce fighter. Another new introduction with her new friends was smoking. And so, she discovered her ability over manipulating smoke. At first, she flipped out and tried to drop smoking for the rest of her life. But she craved the buzz from smoking and soon returned to the nasty habit all the while honing her skills. Pictures Last Longer; Anything I Missed?; Cornelia has inked her skin multiple times. A hazy black and white sky-line of New York City, her home land, runs across her back from shoulder to shoulder. A dusting of black stars spiral up her left calf, starting from the top of her foot and ending right below her knee. Puppet Master; Equus_Diligo
Molly
Sylvia
Santos
Ţђε ßąşicş... But my friends call me... Sylvia, Sylph, Molls, or just Molly. I've Been Alive For... Nineteen Years I Came Into This World... October 30, 1989 Doctor Said That I was A... Female Just To Remind You I'm The... The Sharp Shooting New Girl My Heart Beats Faster For... The Older Brother
Pεσpℓε Ţεℓℓ Mε ... In simple terms: I don't take s**t. However, you won't hear those words come from my lips. Maybe. I've been told I'm a developing, intellectual young lady that you can hold a good debate with. And I won't tell you otherwise, because it's true. I like to be composed and hate whenever someone sees a fault in me, it makes me feel weak. Because, even though I always deny it, I really am fragile. Something I don't like. I'd prefer that you keep your distance, I'm not a touchy-feely type of person.
Don't be stupid. That just irritates me. Let me help you out with something: don't bother me, don't degrade me, don't try to touch me, don't scare me, and don't try to find out more about me. Okay? It'll save you a hell of a lot of trouble. That's all you need to do, and you can keep your head attatched to your shoulders. I suppose you've figured out I have a bit of a temper by now. But don't get me wrong, I'm very respectful if you return the favor.
§σ Ţђiş Ĥąş ßεεη Mч Ŀiƒε ƒσя Ţђε Pąşτ Fεω Yεąяş...
...I'd prefer I didn't have to inform you, but seeing as I have no choice, here I go. Oh, just so you know, you won't talk about any of this, okay? You really aren't supposed to know this unless you belong to one of the highest ranks of the gang. Back on topic:
My family started out in the slums. Well, that was until my parents got divorced. My mother got full costody of me {{my father was supposedly 'irresponsible' and 'a drug addict'}} and remarried some big business head. No surprise, she never took my objections into consideration before she tied the knot. I knew that guy was a shady character, and I was only six years old. Unfortunately, there was some molestation involved over the next few years. Even better, it included me. Fun, right? It sucked, because mother never listened, the man had her tied around his finger.
In no time, I became an introvert that hid inside of my books and music. On some whim, my mother decided it would be fun to head over to a hunting range. With a twelve year old? That's smart. So, her husband and my nightmare came along. I think he was the one who suggested it, actually. Because of the previous six years of abuse, I've been a very jumpy child. So, no surprise, the sounds of gun shots had me jumping all over the place. For some reason unknown to me, Charles {{that's my mothers new husband, just so you know}} handed me his gun and instructed me how to use it. Mommy dearest made no objection to the idea. So, I took a shot without aiming. It hit the target's head. With a little more instruction on how to aim, I hit the mark on my second shot.
Mother, scared and confused, took me away from the range. I believe she had some thoughts that included me firing a gun before making an appearance at the range. Instead, she sent me to a private school to get me the best education Charles' money could buy. Through the years, I couldn't forget the thrill of having a gun in my hands and the speculations of the practised marksmen around me as they saw a twelve year old hit the target flawlessly. A few years later, I was brought back to the range on my sixteenth birthday and given two Magnums. From then on, I was permitted to go to the range whenever I chose. That's one thing I need to thank Charles for.
So, on my nineteenth year of birth, I was spotted at the range by a gang member from Toxic Poison. They offered a place in their gang along with a family that I've never had before. How could I reject such a curious offer? I learned quickly and figured out how the gang life works. It truly is a dog eat dog world.
Ģiммε Ģiммε Ģiммε Мσяε! I Juş† Cąη'† Ģετ Eησuģђ...
!Black coffee !Guns, mainly hand held firearms. !Reading !Music of all variations !My dogs, Boomer and Ricochet !Artifacts !Debates !Fights !Racing !Distance !Painting !Dancing, I specialize in ballet. !Sleep !Being right
Oђ Hεℓℓ Иσ! Ģετ Iτ Aωąч!
l;ack Roses �use My; jump reflex- to simplify it for you, I jump easily. &#xSc;ary movies �ts &#xNo;sy people &#xJu;dgement &#xPr;ejudice &#xSp;icy food &#xNe;edles &#xNe;edless to say: perverts �ing taken advantage of �ing wrong �ing bothered or interrupted r;ying
Ţђε Иiģђτмąяεş!
#Thunderstorms #Silence #Getting close to someone #Love #Being touched
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Gracie.August.Lissle.•» Grace, Gray, Ceecee •» Eighteen; April 03, 2006 Was When She Was Turned•» Female
•»J u s t F o r T h e R e c o r d...Vampire•» I S w e a r I ` m H e a l t h y...128 pounds.•» I ` m O h S o T a l l...5'3"•» I t ` s A l l N a t u r al...Originally a mousy brunette. I bleached it to blonde and added black, blue, and pink.•» A l l G e n e t i c s...Slate blue/gray.•» I f I H a d A T h e m e S o n g...Human performed by The Killers•» ]I f I H a d A H e a r t...! Music ! Dancing{{Ballet, mostly}} ! Big dogs ! Color ! Movement ! Anything loud ! Lollipops ! Snow ! Sharpies ! Fighting/ sparring
•» O h H e l l N o...-Being thirsty -Sitting still -Dull flavors -Silence -Opera -Board games -Summer -Prejudice -Cats -Needles•» T h e S h o r t e s t B o o k Y o u ` l l E v e r R e a d...Before I was born again, I used to be a real party animal. The booze and everything. Slowly, I began to realize that the people I cared for around me began to die. Naturally or not. The most traumatic loss for me was my lover, Robert Carin. He died of a drug over-dose; this spurned my disliking for needles. I cannot say that I am a hard a** from my losses, 'cause at times, I feel so vulnerable as a newling. Even with two years under my belt, I'm terrified I'm going to slip. Of course, you don't see that. I'm still a riotous girl who loves a good brawl followed by a laugh. Don't worry, if you're in need of a friend, I can always help, babe.•» I ` l l N e v e r L i v e I t D o w n....The Little Vampire•» I J u s t D o n ` t G e t I t....That Unknown Human is pretty radd.•» T h a t ` s R i g h t , B e J e a l o u s...Tandem Heartbeat
Maritza
Anne
Crelo
Ţђε ßąşicş... But my friends call me... Mari, Ritz, Ritza I've Been Alive For... Seventeen Years I Came Into This World... March 22, 1991 Doctor Said That I was A... Lady Just To Remind You I'm The... The Prisoner He Shattered My Soul...Or Did He... He has yet to be revealed.
Pεσpℓε Ţεℓℓ Mε ...
My mother always told me I was a well conformed young lady from birth. I grew up with a tight household where manners are always present. I became very reserved and quiet and held my tounge even if I didn't agree with the situation. The only place where I could speak my mind was in guided debates with my sister in late night rants under the covers in whispered vehemency. Some call me 'old-fashioned', the type of woman that only speaks if spoken to. It was the way I was raised in my early years. After my sister's death, there was a short handful of months of minor rebellion, but I was soon guided back to remaining quiet and unseen. Obviously, my plans for the future went against my upbringing, perhaps it was a grim joke against my upbringing, searching for the attention I was never given. However, I did receive enough attention from the boys at school; but as my father says 'You will not be worthy for a man until you realize your place in this world.' He didn't approve of dating.
Don't judge me, please, by my family life. I am not cold and old-fashioned. Infact, I have a calm, collected front that rarely breaks. I know self-control and I'm happen to be close friends with the concept. In some upsetting situations, I immiediately took control and became the mothering figure, protecting and calming anyone who needed it. I'm not an oppressive being, more of a gentle guide. I prefer to be soft-spoken and an ever-present source of comfort. But I am not always soft-spoken. In some stressful situations, my voice is strong and I become a warrior. Fear seems to evade me and I become a willing sacrifice if need be. If pressed to hard, I will bite back, because underneath it all, I am a lit fuse. With a really long fuse.
§σ Ţђiş Ĥąş ßεεη Mч Ŀiƒε ƒσя Ţђε Pąşτ Fεω Yεąяş...
As you know, I'm currently an only child. What? Did your ears deceive you? No, for I did say 'currently an only child'. Flying on by the years building up to my junior high years, I had a splendid older sister. She and I were closer than the matter that holds us all together. We ran together, we swam together, we performed together. My sister, Rivca, and I had plans. Big plans. We wanted to compete in the olympics for either swimming or track. We performed in a minor orchestra together, myself playing harp and Rivca bringing the cello to life like no other. I truly wish I could inform you that we became successful and reached our highest goals, but this is not a fairy tale, lovee.
Thanksgiving of 2003, my family and I were driving home from a posh little get together with my father's boss. It was late and an unforgiving fog coated every surface possible. I don't remember details exactly, but I do have a few frames of the horrific event. A white Camaro zipped around a sharp curve of a back road and, unfortunately, the driver was a little tipsy and happened to be driving on the wrong side of the road. My father, who was driving, swerved the car and mother was screaming at my sister and I to climb to the front, it looked as if the Camaro would hit the back of the car, where we were sitting. Rivca, being the older sibling, ordered for me to climb through the seats first and that's all I remember.
Apparently, the opposing car took the back of our car clean off. I, luckily, had scrambled forward in the knick of time. My sister was not so lucky. She was crushed by the impact and died before help could arrive. At least, that's what I was told. From the next year on, Thanksgiving was never a favored holiday of mine and I neglected to celebrate it. Through the struggle of our loss, my parents became successful. When I was thirteen, Mother finally got her dream contract for her writings and Father was gived the top position of his business. We soon moved to a relatively secure neighborhood where we could remain secluded. Apparently, there was a boy and his sister who became known as a 'charity case' around my household. My parents mocked the young man often and his grandparents, but me, being a minority in the house, made no objection. Maybe I should've spoken up, perhaps I wouldn't be in such an unfortunate situation.
Ģiммε Ģiммε Ģiммε Мσяε! I Juş† Cąη'† Ģετ Eησuģђ...
& Playing the harp. & Birds. & Swimming. & Being warm. & Summer. & Heat. & Running. & Orchestra music. & Black coffee. & Being active.
Oђ Hεℓℓ Иσ! Ģετ Iτ Aωąч!
& Oversleeping. & Laziness. & Being cold. & Winter. & Having my picture taken. & Heavy, loud music. & Bright lights. & Ignorance. & Losing control. & Abuse.
Ţђε Иiģђτмąяεş!
~ Needles. ~ Oceans. ~ Heights. ~ Backseats of cars. ~ Losing freedom.
Ţђε Muşi¢ Oƒ My §σuℓ
Hysteria by Muse. Time to Say Goodbye performed by Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli. Never Had It by Flobots. Savior by Rise Against.
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♦My offical name is♦
Micah Augustine Nelson.
♦You better call me.♦
Micky. Mikey. Mick.
♦Wow pretty candles♦
Seventeen years young!
♦Look there's a mirror!♦
A chick, baby.
♦Shhhh!♦
That Jock Boy has caught my eye.
♦I am not ADD I swear♦
Bandos have more fun in life, 'kay? I just might[.i] be the cause for this theory. I have been called 'exhuberant' 'wild' 'a riot' 'spontaneous' and so on and so forth. I can't disagree, either. It's all true. So, I'm one of the oldest of the Nelson daughters, but I can act like the youngest. No lie. I love to be all over the place and multi-task. I live a rapid life that can be hard to follow, 'cause I have circular thinking, too. LIke, it gets to a point where we can be talking about the weather and then all of a sudden I'll jump to talking about my favorite soda, Dr. Pepper{{he's my secret lover}}. But then I'll be able to loop it all back to the weather. It really is a fascinating thing to watch and listen too.
♦Once upon a time♦
Oh gee...you want to know about me? Oh my, this should be interesting. Ehm, where to start? Oh! Here we go, I'm going to skip the boring part of birth 'cause it's just boring and repetitive- wait! I lied. When my ultrasounds were read, the doctors all thought I'd have brain damage of a severe kind. Can't remember what type. Much to everyone's surprise, I came out two weeks early and didn't have brain damage! But I am vertically challenged. Not fun. Well, no, I lied. It is fun being short. Until someone mistakes you for a middle schooler. That part isn't fun. Anyway, in the elementary years, most of my teachers didn't know how to handle me 'cause I had too many ideas that they couldn't follow and were a little too advanced for my grade. So I think I skipped two grades and was held back once. I don't mind, it kind of helped me out in a way.
So then came middle school, the time where you begin to find yourself. I hung with the bandos 'cause I have always been a band geek. Although, the other half of me absolutely loves to fight. Hehehe, that's a different story. To sum it up, I got into a lot of fights 'cause I was a lit fuse in middle school until I started playing the bells and got my own punching bag to channel everything. Middle school really isn't important, nothing life changing here.
Highschool is highschool. You know the story, right? Good, so I don't have to explain much. Of course, fights still happened and all of that fun stuff. OH! You know who's just too cool? My sisters! Espescially my newer sisters. They intrduced me to hair dye and extensions. It was awesome. So, I dyed my hair pink this one time. Hehehe, parents weren't too happy with it, but as I got more color into my hair, they let me do whatever I want. It kicks a**.
Hm...I've seemed to lose my train of thought....want to go get some oreos?
♦Scroll through my I pod and you will find♦ a lot of songs. I mean a lot. Anywho~ I'd have to say my top three songs would have to be: Savior by Rise Against There Is a War Going On for Your Mind by Flobots Elective Amnesia by Rise Against Can you tell I dig Rise Against?
♦And that's not all!♦
I'm an ink addict. I absolutely love tatoos. I have...three? Yeah. Most are music oriented 'cause I'm a sucker for music. Lets see, there's one running along my side with a scale of music and some nifty stars, ummm a G Cleff in the shape of a microphone on my shoulder and then some music notes scrolling around my ankles. Oh, I'm also in marching band. I play the bells. Or 'xylophone' as you non-bando savvy people may call it. I'm also in drum line. Occasionally, I'll fill in for a drummer. I'm an excellent driver, but I don't drive. I'm not afraid that I will cause a crash, I'm more concerned about the stupid drivers on the roads. So I take public transportaion. Go green! Oh, did I mention I'm an Insomniac?
♦I hear this voice in my head♦
Tandem Heartbeat
Kick-a** Bassist.
Gracie Cornelia Nash
But Call Me Doll, Grace, Nash
Check My Pants I'm A Baby Chickk.
But I Just Adore Those Studly Dudes.
s**t Son # Driving; No, just no. # Sitting still; Uh, I have ADHD. Seriously, think about it. # Sitting in the backseat of cars; Self-explanitory once you hit up my history. # Prejudice; It's for losers. # Being short; It does have drawbacks. # Silence; It's a scary thing. # Driving fast; I used to like it. Now I don't. # Blood; I pass out at the sight of it. # Needles; They make me think of blood, needless to say, I won't go near them. # Big dogs; They're scary, man.
O: OMFG ! Black coffee; That stuff can keep you running for hours. ! My baby, Roscoe; Wait- you don't name your guitars, too? ! Dr. Pepper; He's my secret lover. ! Being short; Oh so fun. ! People taller than me; I can jump on their backs. >w< ! Dying my hair; Uhm...so far I've had lime green, raven black, canary yellow, furious fuschia, baby blonde, and cherry red. ! Music; Duhh. ! Singing; I'm a tiny chick, but I've got this insanely amazing voice. ! Sweets and sugar; Never had a cavity yet! ! Bright colors; Why be dull and boring? ! Parkour; I'm an expert.
Well It's Not Much Of A Rep Sheet Oh, ahm, well, this is interesting. Do I have to? Oh, okay. I guess so. I actually do a have a pretty okay history. Nothing extravagant. Well, s**t. I'm just trying to avoid the topic. I've been a party girl since birth. That should give you some input. No? Damn. I was hoping you'd be more intuitive. So, I guess I'll have to tell you the story. Can you tell I usually don't keep my life as a topic open for conversation?
I'll skip the boring parts of birth. Wait! It's really not that boring. Infact, I was supposed to have a severe case of brain damage. At least, that's what the ultra sounds said. But when I graced this world with my presence, I came out perfectly normal. Kind of. See, I'm actually vertically challenged. I'm only five foot three. Do I get mistaken for a little middle school punk? Yeah. But I love to see the flustered look on people's faces once they realize how wrong they were. So, skipping over boring elementary and middle school stuff, I'll let you in on the fun stuff. Freshman year of highschool, I was messing around with the highschool's bass for jazz band and the band lead heard me playing. In a heartbeat, the chick offered me a place in their band. How could I reject such a rad offer?
While I played around with the band, I became interested in some illegal stuff. Like under age drinking, drugs, street-racing, gambling, the works. I was an excellent driver and I loved flying down the dark streets of Austin. One night I was racing this studly dude and we tied the race. A few nights later, he asked my out. This dude, Robert Chasing, was amazing. We were head over heels for eachother. One night we were out with our friends, Rob and I were sitting in the back, getting a bit, er, romantic when my friend who was driving made a sharp turn. The roads were pretty slick and the car fishtailed and spun right into a factory wall. The back corner of the car hit the building full on and that corner was where Robert's head was. Uhm....to cut over some s**t, Rob died instantly, his skull was crushed. I have some nasty scars on my arms and one leg {{the one wihout the tattoos}}. I became a straight edge the moment after I got out of the hospital. After an event like that, who wouldn't?
I'll Write You A NovelI have been called 'exhuberant' 'wild' 'a riot' 'spontaneous' and so on and so forth. I can't disagree, either. It's all true. I love to be all over the place and multi-task. I live a rapid life that can be hard to follow, 'cause I have circular thinking, too. Like, it gets to a point where we can be talking about the weather and then all of a sudden I'll jump to talking about my favorite soda, Dr. Pepper. But then I'll be able to loop it all back to the weather. It really is a fascinating thing to watch and listen to.
So, I'm a really outgoing, hyper person, just not the type that gets on your nerves, y'know? 'Cause I actually do listen. Big shocker, yeah? I know, me too. But truthfully, I'm a really cool person who knows when to get serious, so don't worry. I might be, like, jumping all over the place 'cause I'm a sick-a** parkour specialist, but in a snap I can drop down from the rafters and get in your face if you piss me off. Which really doesn't happen all too easily. Wow, I guess I really am hard to bother. I prefer to remain mellow if someone tries to bug me. Well, that's cool. Uhm, I like to make people uncomfortable sometimes. It's fun, have you ever tried it? Like, this dude who's a real stickler for rules at my old school actually came to one of my parties, so I thought I'd have fun. I did the overly-flirty front and it was really obvious that I was trying to hard, but he never got attention like that. It was a hilarious thing, and cute, really. Maybe it was a little mean......Oh! I need to get another Dr. Pepper.
Damn That ADHD I have several tattoos. All have somehting to do with music. On my side, I have this. For my fifteenth birthday, I got this on my collar bone. And finally, this baby is behind me ear. Ahm....that's it. Maybe. I think. Oh! I forgot to tell you that I have do have ADHD and I am one of those people who can't really sleep....ah, can't remember what it's called-! Insomniac! That's what I am. Okay, that's it.....yeah.
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