Post by suzwana on Aug 12, 2011 13:37:37 GMT -5
EVA ELIZABETH DANIELS
[/color][/font]Rebel, rebel,bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex
And don't forget the violence
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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
So my names Eva, and I don't like any jokes about Adam and fricking Eve, so make a reference and I'll cut you. But some folk call me V, which I kinda like.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm eighteen years old and apparently I have a personality disorder, well the doc says I have Antisocial Personality Disorder, with a touch of Narcissistic Personality Disorder which is just lovely to be labeled like that. The doctors say I'm level four. Bloody pricks.
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
Are your really asking me this? I'm a girl. Would you like me to prove it?
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
I would defiantly say I'm straight, guys all the way. However I have been known to go for women occasionally. But I wouldn't go there if I were you.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
Evan Rachel Wood.
Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
Well I think I'm about 5'10", slim/toned, I don't weigh myself often like those crazy girls with their eating disorders. I'm pale and interesting, I don't really suit a tan. My natural hair colour is blonde, but it changes from time to time, and I have blue eyes. As for distinguishing marks, I guess you could say my tattoos. And no I'm not showing you them.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
I suppose you could say I stand out in a crowd, if you don't see me first you'll most defiantly hear me. I guess my height and because I'm blonde I'm quite noticeable. Oh, and I'm always rocking the blood red lips, rock chic look, but I do it with class; obviously.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Do I really have to repeat myself? What I said before I suppose, but once I start talking it'll be my British accent. The stupid thing won't die already.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
Well when I'm about to go ape shit on someone I tend to bite the inside of my cheek. That's me when I'm trying to control my temper, which never happens. I don't bite my nails, they're always perfect and not fake. I suppose I tilt my head to one side alot when I'm talking to someone.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
I don't mind saying that I'm attractive, and that's not being arrogant just sure of myself. I don't appear to have a disorder on the surface, I can disguise it well. Which is perfect really, just like a snake, make sure your prey feels safe before you pounce.
So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
Yeah, when I was younger and my Dad first noticed that something was wrong he enrolled me in taekwondo in hope that that would control my anger, that failed. But I still enjoy it so I still go, really just so I can beat the crap outta people and get away with it. The other people in my class don't compare to me though. I like going out and drinking with my 'mates', I say mates I just hang around with them, can't stand them really though. There only could for getting wrecked with, and they know who to go for illegal substance; which don't help my disorder but I really couldn't give a fuck.
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
Going out, guys, making others know they're inferior to me, fashion, the outdoors, forests, getting my own way, drugs
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
That stupid show 'Dexter,' I don't hate the show, I just hate it when little shits find it funny to call me Dexter cos of my disorder. Dickheads, call me Dexter and I'll act like Dexter and cut your fucking head off. Water...I hate water, as in swimming in it or the sea. I'll freak out and it'll end badly. Being told what I want to do, messy people, and my mother.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
Made someone OD on heroin purposely. Bitch deserved it. I got away with it. Well Dad dragged me out of the country. I'd say I got away with it.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
My acting/lying abilities...I appear completely normal half the time, I can gain peoples trust, make friends, make them fall in love with me, then turn. It's an art.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
Bit obvious really isn't it? My tendency to explode. I don't just get angry like normal people and have arguments. I hurt people, physically. And I enjoy it. However when I realise what I have done if it's someone I kinda care about I get depressed and take it out on myself. But whatever..
Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
My Dad, Dave who's cool. I don't speak to my Mother, I haven't seen or spoke to her in five years, and If I saw her, I wouldn't hesitate to kill her.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
For someone with my condition I'm a bit outside the box when it comes to pets, I have one dog called Bes, and I love her to bits. I won't cut her up and bury her in the garden you idiots.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
Born in Manchester, England and moved to the States when I was 15. Been here 3 years now,.
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at Maine?[/color][/font][/b]
To get away from my crazy-ass Mother, and now I'm gonna start this school for kids with problems. Woah. So excited...
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Right so, like I said I was born in Manchester England to Dave Daniels, and Joanne Little. My parents were always aware there was something different about me from an early age, however they both reacted differently. My rational Father could see that it was a mental issue, whereas my crazy ass Catholic Mother thought I was possessed by the devil. Charming really don't you think? So I grew up with my Father who helped me all he could and loved me, and with loco jojo as I called her who was scared shitless of me and thought it was best if I died. Cos I was the antichrist. Apparently. Anyway she could only put up with it for so long and left when I was 10. This is when the more serious problems started, I became totally cold and had a disregard for peoples feelings, except for my Fathers. After attacking a teacher with a stapler and after a series of other 'worrying incidents' I was removed from school and home tutored by my Father.
My Mother was still in my life, but I began to loath her and wish nothing more to cause her pain. She brought round this girl who was my age at the time, so we were both 15. This was the turning point in my life. Jessica her name was I think, my Mother treated her like her own daughter. For a woman who was scared of me she really didn't help herself. She would scream at me that Jessica was the daughter that she never had, and was good, and pure and not demonic like me. Good job I hung out with the wrong crowd really. I managed to befriend the girl, make her feel safe and secure and took her out round to my friend Glenn's house, a junkie who was hooked on smack. So when precious little Jessica passed out from trying to play with the big boys, I struck and injected her with way to much than she could handle. I don't really have to tell you what happened next.
In a panic after seeing the images on my phone of Jess in her state, Dad took me to the states to where his sister lived in Maine and we've been there ever since. Now at the age of eighteen I've been accepted into Hawthorne Academy, a school for the fucked up kids. This should be fun...
Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Suz
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
19 years
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
3 years!
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
Negative
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
How did you hear about/find [site name here]Caution2.0
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
Ask away!
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
Cookiemonster
It was the same as any other night. The sky dark, the air thick, the smell of dampness in the air danced towards the brunette as she stood poised gazing into the night sky. There was no doubt about it. The love she felt for the night was growing stronger as she ventured out more. The speckles of stardust shone down on the Slytherin below, illuminating her stance. The brunette waves which framed her face to perfection, glowed into the night sky, her blue eyes dancing in the moonlight. The Black Lake a few metres from the Forbidden Forest was where she stood. Each grain of grass frozen solid, so that it could not sway in the slight wind. Being the hated Slytherin that she was, she indeed enjoyed her own company. Other folk simply did not care to be in her presence, well except from her usual Slytherin folk. This did not matter all that much to her though, Pansy did not care for others who showed little respect.
There was no particular reason she was here tonight; just to admire the beauty around her. Her green dress blew behind her as she looked up to the moon, her cloak following. The very image must have looked like a movie still for passers by. Inhaling deeply, she smiled as the scents of the lake and the nearby forest reached her nose. The whole scene before her eyes began to overpower her. The moonlight danced on the lake before her, creating fairy-like shapes as they glided across the surface. Hogwarts, her home, was the main feature; taking up the majority of the horizon in the distance. It was only now she realised just how far away from the castle she was...almost touching the Forbidden Forest...where the majority of students ventured into, to seek cheap thrills. Tears brimmed her eyelids as she admired the magic and beauty of the night, wishing someone was there to share it with her.
Sighing she held back the tears. There was no need to cry, everything was so perfect...but it was growing all too much for her. Lying down on the cold damp grass she put her head back, and gazed up to the stars, listening to the music of the night; now realising how truly alone she really was.
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Credit for the lyrics goes to Jessie J and Christina Milian.
Do not steal or I'll be forced to set the gummie bears on
you to gnaw your fingers off. For reals, yo.
Credit for the lyrics goes to Jessie J and Christina Milian.
Do not steal or I'll be forced to set the gummie bears on
you to gnaw your fingers off. For reals, yo.