BJERKESET, sybil louise

[sybil]

SYBIL LOUISE BJERKESET

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i should have spoken up.
i should have proudly claimed.
that oh my head's to blame.
for all my hearts mistakes.

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Well, my name is Sybil Louise Bjerkeset. Yes, Bjerkeset. I know it's fairly complicated. But most people call me Sibby or Sib. Any form of Sybil will do. I'm not picky at all.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
It's not polite to ask a lady her age. Tsktsk. But I'm sixteen. Almost seventeen, though! I don't know why I would be excited to turn seventeen...nothing happens other than being able to legally see R rated movies in theatre's...not like I would be able to see one in here though. Anyway...
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
Um, I'm a girl. Do I need to point out my boobs and long red hair?
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
I think that anyone deserves to be dated and loved. So I date both boys and girls. They're both lovely.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
I'm pretty sure we haven't, but I could be mistaken. Maybe you're thinking I'm that Erika Altosaar girl? My friends back home would always talk about how much I looked like her. I googled her one time and didn't see the resemblance, but maybe I'm wrong?

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
Um, well. I'm really short, about five feet short to be exact. But I don't mind it, really I don't. It makes it easier to hide from people and things. And obviously, I'm really tiny too. Wouldn't it be funny to see a chubby five foot tall person waddling around? I weigh about one hundred pounds. And I know, that is reaaaaally tiny. But it's not because I starve myself or something difficult like that. I don't have the will power for that. I'm just really tiny. That was how I was born. I probably have the redest red hair you ever did see. I love it! And...um, of course it's real! I'm also really pale and that's okay. I accept myself for me, I suppose.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
Well I'm pretty sure they would be able to see my bright red hair and know that's it's me! But I also have a little diamond nose stud. And for my clothes? I loooove anything tight fitted. Except for dresses and skirts, of course! And boy, do I love dresses and skirts. But I like them swishy. They're fantastic and always fun to wear. TIghts and boots are always a must. And I love my sneakers as well, my Vans and Toms and such.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Um, well probably my red hair. Or how short I am! That's pretty noticeable, I would say. But I'm kind of quiet unless I'm around the right people, so nothing that stranger would notice like that.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
I would just like to day that I don't like this stranger one tiny bit. They seem creepy! But anyway, I guess that I bite my lip a whole lot. And I ruffle my hair when I get frustrated.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
Told you they were creepy. But I guess it would be that I'm pretty shy. But I'm really not all that shy! I just don't have a lot to talk about most of the time. But when I get around the right people, this creepy stranger will see that I'm not entirely shy.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
Sport? Why would you call me Sport...? Okay, moving on. Hobbies? I love photography and art. I don't think I'm very good at drawing, painting, and whatnot, but apparently I am. Lots of people like my work anyway. I'm not active in sports or anything like that. I'm not coordinated that way. But I do love to do anything artsy and musical.
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
Photography, for sure. And drawing! I feel like I'm kind of redundant...but anyway. I like people, I suppose...well some of them. And babies! They're so innocent and cute. I don't know how well of a mother I would be though. I think I would be too paranoid to let my child to anything. But...what can you do, right? Chalk is also really fun to play with, even though it gets all over your hands and clothes when using it. I like dancing, a lot! At parties, you know? But I can't do it unless I'm drinking some sort of alcohol. Alcohol brings out my wild side. And that's always interesting.
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
Hmm...I don't like people that try to force me to do things. It just doesn't work...or it does, but I don't like it. I'm sort of easy to take advantage of. That's not a good thing, is it? I really hate bugs. Bugs of any sort really. But mostly spiders! They're so gross! And hairy...and gaaah, I hate them! I don't like being too hot. I'd rather be cold and hot any day! And besides, the cold weather keeps my hair straight. What else...? I don't like it when people pretend to know things about something they don't know anything about. It drives me insane.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
You...you won't tell? You swear? Pinky promise? Okay, well, my hair isn't actually its natural color. I dye it this red. Don't tell! And, I'm not as innocent as people think. I'm not a virgin. But you better believe that I won't be telling people that. Well, people don't ask! But if they did, I probably wouldn't tell them the truth. I enjoy coming off as innocent...I guess. And, um, another thing, I guess it's pretty important? When I was about five year old, I think, my father started to sexually abuse me. That's when the night terrors started...I haven't told anyone that...
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
I guess my best quality is that I'm really nice? It's rare when I get mad...if I was mad you really must have betrayed me somehow. I guess sometimes I'm too nice? But it pays off for me in the end...most of the time.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
This one's easy. I'm too trusting. And I know I am! I just can't help it. People are so convincing, you know! And most people know that I'm really trusting and they take advantage of that and use my weakness. It drives me crazy, but I'm a complete passivist and won't do anything about it. I just don't like confrontation and fighting.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
Well, I have my mom, Denise. She's a nurse and she only works night shift because it's easier. Slower. But that leaves me alone with my dad. His name is Arthur and he was the one that sexually abused me. I hated him ever since then. I do have an older brother named Jayson who got sent here after me. He's eighteen and got sent here for bulimia. I think it was because he was worried about me? I dunno. But he didn't know about what dad did to me. No one did.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
I had a ferret back home named Sandy! But Daddy wouldn't let me take it with me...
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm from a really tiny town in Maine. It was nice. Cold weather most of the time, but really nice. But change is good right?
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at [school/college/town name here]?[/color][/font][/b]
I got sent here for my night terrors. They're really bad. I wake up screaming and sweating every time I go to sleep. I can't have one nice night. Never. So over half the time, I don't sleep. I say awake, hyped up on coffee and a shit ton of candy. It works most of the itme.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Well, I've lived in that little town in Maine all my life until I came here. My family seems happy to the outside world, but on the inside it's totally different. My parents argue all the time, but it made me and my brother, Jayson, really close. He's my best friend. I wouldn't be able to live without him. When I was five, that was when the sexual abuse started. My mom would leave for the night shift at the hospital right after tucking me and Jayson off to bed. But then, Daddy would always sneak into my room and do things to me that Daddy's shouldn't do...

That lasted until I was about to turn sixteen. But my night terrors started when I was about twelve. I have no idea how they put up with me for so long. Always screaming in my sleep. But I never let out what Daddy did to me. I still don't. Councilors always ask what my dreams are about but I can never tell them. I'm too afraid of what Daddy will do to me if I do. SO I go on being quiet.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
My name is Brandi! But you can call me whatever you would like. (:
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
Since September 13th, 1994. So seventeen years!
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
It is wonderful, isn't it? About five years, I would say.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
Not at the moment.
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
I go on sites that I'm on and go from advertisement to advertisement until I find an interesting site and here I am!
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
Umm...I'm not really all that interesting. xD
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster

Party night was always a good one for Skylar. She was one girl that loved to go out and party. So pretty much every chance she got to go to a club, she would go. This was one of those nights. She had straightened her hair and gotten all pretty like in her party dress, tights, and boots. She even paid for a cab to come and bring her there, because there was no way she wanted to wear a coat and walk there. A coat would just ruin the entire thing for her. She smiled at herself in the mirror of the bands tour bus before going outside to meet the cab. The girl told the guy what club and they took off. Soon enough they arrived and Skye paid the man before stepping out of the vehicle.

Skylar was a bit cold waiting outside in line to get in, regretting not grabbing that coat. But those thoughts were pushed out of her mind when she was finally about to get into the building. She sighed when the big man guarding the door asked for her idea and she gave him that 'I don't look eighteen' look. But she pulled out her ID nonetheless. The girl rolled her eyes as he used a black marker to mark an 'X' on the back on her hand, meaning that she couldn't drink. She took her ID back and walked through the doors of the club.

Skylar smiled when she walked in, facing the normal flashy lights, drunk people, and shitty rap music. Even though she hated rap music, she had to admit it was fairly good to dance to at clubs . . . maybe that's because she's pretty much drunk at clubs and doesn't really think about the music? She didn't know. She just knew she liked to dance at clubs.

Skye quickly made her way to the bathroom and began washing off the stupid 'X' that guy had given her. Didn't people know by now that kids were just going to wash it off? Once she made sure it was completely washed off, she dried her hand off and headed back to where the fun was. She soon felt her hand being grabbed and someone pulling her to the dance floor. It was guy that she didn't recognize, but she didn't care. She would dance with anyone. After a couple of dances with him, she left, disappearing into the crowd and making her way to the bar.

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