Post by Veronica Pulse on Jan 13, 2010 19:56:40 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : Davie (or Davieboi)
Age : 14
Experience : Enough.
Characters : Cameron (Cambels) DeJane and James (Ave) Hawkins
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : Veronica Melanie Pulse
Age : 18
D.O.B : November 12th
Playby : Avril Lavigne
Occupation/Grade : Bitchin' senior
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li] I'll be frank: a lot of Vee's facial features, if they stood by themselves, would be horribly unattractive, starting with her nose. When you're looking down at her nose, it looks ridiculously bulbous, as though someone has screwed a 60-watt onto her face. Then, when you're looking at her nose head-on, it's suddenly thin as a twig, with a sharp hook at the end similar to that of a raven's beak. How this is possible, no one knows. The mystery has been stumping genetic scientists for ages. Her lips are full enough, but Vee's mouth is on the smaller side, so her lips look disproportionate. Everything about her face is sharp and defined - from her eyebrows to her jawline to her cheekbones. She has the slightest of clefts in her chin, dead center. However sharp her features may be, the overall package is not unattractive. Quite the opposite, in fact. Vee has a kind of natural intimidating beauty most girls her age have yet to master. One look from her can instill fear in your heart and steal your breath, all at the same time. It helps that she has piercing gray eyes; they add to the overall effect.[/li][li] The hair that frames Vee's face has gone through every transformation possible. It has been dyed, cut, straightened, curled, and had extensions added to it twice. Naturally, it is a lighter shade of brown, bordering blond but not quite there. That was when she got the black extensions. Then she tried dying her hair bleach blond for the first time, and fell in love with the color. Her hair used to be deathly straight, so along with the new color, Vee started curling it at the ends. Then she switched from black to pink extensions. And finally, we come to today. Back to the black extensions, and her hair falls three inches past her shoulders, layered and slightly curly. The bleach blond coloring does well to compliment her light peach complexion. The rest of Vee matches her face: thin and sharp. She stands at 5' 5'' and weighs in around 143 lbs., nice and thin. She does have much of a chest, but that doesn't cost her her physical appeal.[/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : men, women, alcohol, uncle vladdy, parties, spending money just for the sake of spending it, dancing, music, and college kids
Dislikes : hangovers, being called "easy", mind games (unless she's the one playing), being interrogated, her parents, her snotty-ass brat of a cousin, people who can present themselves to save their life
Habbits : pouting, retreating behind her walls when she starts getting close to someone, mouthing along to her favorite songs, flashing peace signs at random people, sticking a "dearie" or "love" at the end of her sentences, and pulling her sleeves up.
Flaws : egotistical, withdrawn, cold, nonchalant, quick-tempered, doesn't think before she acts, and is reluctant to trust.
Pet Peeves : dumb blonds (um, hello? where did you think the jokes came from?), homophobes (what is so wrong with seeing the beauty in both genders?), people who talk behind someone else's back (if you have something to say, say it to their face. you'd look a lot less pathetic), and airheaded preps always complaing about how horrible their life is.
Strengths : sarcasm, intra-personal learning, musical abilities, becoming numb, and disappearing.
Weaknesses : trying something new, relating to human beings, smiling, crying, admitting defeat, warming to others, and trusting anyone else.
[/li][li] Vee's tough and stubborn. End of story.
Just kidding. She's much, much more complicated than that.
She's caught in the place between hating the world so much she wants to leave it, and being too afraid to do the job herself. A few times previous, she'd picked up a knife and told herself to end. Lied and said it would be easy. Then her hand starting shaking, and she couldn't keep hold of the blade. What ran through her mind wasn't what kind of shattered earth would she be leaving behind her. Her parents didn't love her, she knew that much. And her bitch cousin would probably throw a party on her grave. She's squeamish. That's what the real drawback is. Vee could watch horror films for days on end and not have a single nightmare, but as soon as her own blood comes into the mix, she can bare the thought of it draining. Or the thought of the pain. Being real, it'd hurt like hell. Though she pretends otherwise, she's not strong enough to let go. Deep down, there's a hopeful little girl still waiting for someone to come save her. She's not brave enough to do that herself.
This weakness sickens her. No, wrong word. It disgusts her. She's ashamed of her own imperfections. So what does she do? That's right... she takes it out on others. Anyone who bitches to her - or even someone who says hi to her, trying to be nice - will be insulted to tears faster than they can comprehend what's being said. When they blink the tears away, all they'll see is Vee's retreating back as she leaves the scene. You see, as horrible as she feels about her own flaws, she feels just as bad - if not worse - when she tears down someone else. It's a sign that she's turning into the type of person she hates, which only makes her hate herself more. She spends most of her days trying to slip into numbness. She keeps all her feelings locked away -- bottled up where no one can find them. What's left is a senseless mass. One that can't feel; it can only think. Anyone who tries touch the throbbing wounds is labeled an enemy to be avoided right from the off, even if they're trying to help.[/size][/blockquote]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
[/center][/li][li] Vee was born and bred in Chicago. Deep dish pizza, constant cries for taxis, falling asleep to police sirens... the works. She wouldn't have enjoyed living in the city had her parents actually been present. If they were, they would have known better than to show it to her in the first place. Bad things happened in their district. Rapings, murders, gang fights.. all the usual inner-city problems. Seeing as her dad was a club security guard who got drunk whenever he wasn't on duty and her mother worked two jobs, they weren't all that present. Therefore, Vee roamed the city for hours after she got home from school. Thanks Mom for leaving out the spare key.
It soon became clear who were the types she wanted to avoid, and who were the types she wanted to surround herself with. Seeing as she was still considered a "child," most people left her alone. But she watched, and learned. She saw plenty of people shot dead in front of her, and other girls being dragged against their will to ominous-looking vans. Thank God the rapists weren't pedophiles too, or she'd be screwed. That was the way it went until the end of Middle School. Then her uncle Vladdy got a job in the area, working sound for an up and coming band. He found out what went on after Vee got "home" from school, and he was not pleased. He arranged with the office to have her bus drop Vee of at his house. Unfortunately for Vee, that meant spending her afternoons with the bitch to own all bitches: Charisma.
The plus side was she had a father figure to look up to. Vladdy did his best to show her love and affection whenever he was around. He gave her the confidence she needed to face Freshmen year. Then her father, who hated his brother's guts, found out about Vladdy's arrangement with the school. He went nuts and forbade Vee to set foot in her uncle's loft ever again. They had an intense back-and-forth argument, and by the end, Vee was so fed up with her dad. She stormed out of the house and went for the first place she could think of: the bar. That's where her dad always went when he was mad. She figured, why the hell not?
The following morning, Vladdy stepped out his front door to discover his niece and his daughter. Charisma was unconscious in Vee's arms, and Vee appeared to be singing to her. Both of them were covered in cuts and bruises, and Charisma's skirt was torn. Vladdy took Charisma from Vee and ushered his niece inside. After laying Charisma on the couch, he poured Vee some coffee and bid her explain. The previous evening, Vee had been on her way to a bar. She hadn't gotten that far when she heard Charisma's familiar voice screaming for help. She and her best friend had been out killing time when they'd been jumped by some particularly sleazy-looking guys. Vee got there just in time to save Charisma, but it was too late for Charisma's friend. The girl had put up a fight, and ended up getting knifed.
When Charisma woke up, she didn't remember a thing. Vee didn't remind her what had happened, and she hasn't smiled, cried, or shown any emotion since.[/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
maverik pulse, 43, security guard, alcoholic
alise pulse, 44, waitress / stripper
vladmir pulse, 43, sound manager for the up-and-coming garage band "Garage Band", uncle
charisma pulse, 16, student, vee's cousin and vladmir's daughter
Killer, st. Bernard
Muffin, bichon
and Slinky, Siamese cat
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
He was losing her. Cameron could tell by the peaceful veil that fell over her face when Skye closed her eyes. He kept trying to hold fast to her as the days went on, but there was no avoiding it. Skye was slipping away. Sooner or later, there would be none left of her. There was nothing Cameron could do to stop it. His stomach clenched at the thought, eyes burning from tears that couldn't even form; it hurt him too much for them to try. Though he couldn't halt whatever disease - depression, some mild form of insanity... - that was eating away at Skye's mind, he could keep her here... keep her his... for a little while longer. He caught her attention with the quip about running over children. He knew because her head snapped up as she relished the thought. Then it fell back, but it didn't fool him. The damage had already been done. Cameron had given her an offer she couldn't resist. Not the Skye he knew, anyway. The Skye that would rag on her little brother just for the sake of seeing him reduced to tears, then cuddle him and tickle him until he was both laughing and screaming for mercy. The Skye he'd fallen head over heels for. ... The Skye he wanted back.
Skye could pretend not to care all she wanted. But she had a short attention span, so that wasn't long. Mere seconds later, she sprang forward, taking Cameron along for the ride. Cameron would have tensed in anticipation, but he forgot to with all his mulling over the loss of his... maybe he shouldn't start thinking about it again. He let Skye drag him, laughing as he went. "Someone had their sugar this morning," he teased, just loud enough for her to hear. Of cousre Skye had sugar this morning. That was the most blantantly obvious observation anyone who knew her could make. Even those who had only known her for five minutes probably wouldn't hear the end of how awesome Dr. Pepper was, or catch her without a snack in her hand.
Cameron's mind was shaken back into focus when he saw Skye pitch backward in front of him. She'd run straight onto the ice without thinking to take her sheathes off. He didn't know whether she'd done it on purpose or not, but it was still dangerous. With a landing like that, she could have easily broken her tailbone. "Skye!" he cried out in surprise, sprinting to close the gap between them. She'd fallen right out of the gate, so it wasn't necessary for Cameron to set foot on the ice himself to retrieve her. But he did, just because he was worried. Cameron slowed at the ice's edge, taking two cautious steps. He crouched at Skye's side, a frown creasing his brow. She didn't seem concerned in the least -- she was laughing her head off. Which meant Cameron couldn't express worry either, or she'd get all defensive and pissy. Cameron had been her friend long enough to determine the way she worked. He slipped an arm around her waist, forcing a smirk. "Very smooth, Kwan. Very smooth." He stood slowly, his arm never leaving Skye's side. He hoped the slight tug would coax her to do the same, instead of sitting there in her short shorts and having her butt freeze off. "Come on. Let's get you up. You need to shake off that fall."
Skye could pretend not to care all she wanted. But she had a short attention span, so that wasn't long. Mere seconds later, she sprang forward, taking Cameron along for the ride. Cameron would have tensed in anticipation, but he forgot to with all his mulling over the loss of his... maybe he shouldn't start thinking about it again. He let Skye drag him, laughing as he went. "Someone had their sugar this morning," he teased, just loud enough for her to hear. Of cousre Skye had sugar this morning. That was the most blantantly obvious observation anyone who knew her could make. Even those who had only known her for five minutes probably wouldn't hear the end of how awesome Dr. Pepper was, or catch her without a snack in her hand.
Cameron's mind was shaken back into focus when he saw Skye pitch backward in front of him. She'd run straight onto the ice without thinking to take her sheathes off. He didn't know whether she'd done it on purpose or not, but it was still dangerous. With a landing like that, she could have easily broken her tailbone. "Skye!" he cried out in surprise, sprinting to close the gap between them. She'd fallen right out of the gate, so it wasn't necessary for Cameron to set foot on the ice himself to retrieve her. But he did, just because he was worried. Cameron slowed at the ice's edge, taking two cautious steps. He crouched at Skye's side, a frown creasing his brow. She didn't seem concerned in the least -- she was laughing her head off. Which meant Cameron couldn't express worry either, or she'd get all defensive and pissy. Cameron had been her friend long enough to determine the way she worked. He slipped an arm around her waist, forcing a smirk. "Very smooth, Kwan. Very smooth." He stood slowly, his arm never leaving Skye's side. He hoped the slight tug would coax her to do the same, instead of sitting there in her short shorts and having her butt freeze off. "Come on. Let's get you up. You need to shake off that fall."
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
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Put on your 'jamas and say your prayers
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