Post by €lCloud on Jan 18, 2008 17:39:57 GMT -5
Name: Tori Marie Lightning
Age: 19
Personality:
She isn't some one who would come up to you and ask if you are okay, but wait, silently. She doesn't like people helping her, she woks alone. She hardly ever gets close to anyone because if she happened to lose them she would be crushed. Knowing that her father had dissapeard off the face of the earth and her brother Versus was trying to get his hands on her some how. But when she was younger she fell in "love" but when her had her lover were attacked by about 50 theves, she could only save herself. She went against all her rules about being evil and haveing someone close to you, silding down the scale made it help a little bit, but ever since then she have up the bad-ass life.
She was the best soadsman anyone that she met had ever seen, beeing flexable and lockeing to cut things she never eally cared about her wonds when she was injered mcuh. She had a life and entended to live it, but when someone close to her it juat made her madder at Versus. He sent the attackers. She is fairly nice but she never really got the hag of the good guy stuff. But she fought with them everytime.
Sample post: Silver eyes looked around to see loads of people danceing, she sigehd and just sat there she didn't noitce anyone and was to busy tapping her foot to the techno beat. She sighed agins and wanted to pull some kind of prank like a floating bunch bowl and dump it on some slytherin, but if she wanted it big enought for people to notice then she would need some help. A. She didn't have two wands and B. she could lift more than two on her own. Silver mask almost matcihing her eyes, smileing she looked up seeing a red hair girl in a emrald green dress, danceing with some guy. She sighed and wished she was danceing with something! or someone! Sighing again she looked aorund and tapped he foot, the bottom of her olive green dress was hannging off the chair. She wasn't one for heels but her mom shiped them to her so she decided to ware them. They were silver. Standing up, she smiled and then the heele broke. "d**n shoes." she said annyoed. Ploping back down in the chair she growled when seeing that she was sitting on someone. "Move it" She said to the little slytherin punk who was in a mast and his robes. Smileing when she obeyed she sat back down. Pulling off the broken heel and throwing it angrly at the floor, seeing that the other had a crack in it. She picked at the buckle for a short moment and then thew the heel behind her. Hearing it hit the wall, she pulled up leg and crossed it acrross the other one, picking at its buckle for a mrere minute also she flung it behind her seeing it land with the broken one.
She sighed again and pulled up her opposite foot rubbing her ancle. She knew she wouldn't want to try heels but hell, she was trying to be stupid again. Hopeing some ranodm risterios guy would come up to her and ask her for the next dance.. She let anothing sigh flutter away, but this time is was a relaxed 'im in lala land' kinda sigh. Coloeing her eyes and laying her had down across the back of the chair she let her balck hair fly loosely down the back of the chair, not wareing anything makeup wise other than concealer to make her skin tone even, and a little blush she sighed and touched her empty face. She loved the feeling of nothing, she could describe the feeling but right now she was in utter peace. The music was still holding er foot hostace, tapping to the rythm of the song she smiled and then opened her eyes of a mere second and then shut them tightly seeing someone that reminded her of her sister, she suddenly fet a small feeling of guilt. "why now?" she saked her self. Knowing the awenser was just look around, people love each other and who do you have? No one. she squeezed her eyes, fighting the tears. She wanted to dance to get this off her mind. She wasn't someone with many friends even thought she almost revolded around them. There was a small bruning sensation in the back of her eyes she couldn't controll the overwhelming feeling or whole that was in her. The voice in her head was right. She had no one. The people she was staying with had the same feelings as she did towards her mom, and sister but they still didn't love pez. No one did.
"Stop the sorry act Pez you're fine on your own!" she was trying to reassure herself but bloody hell, tat would never work. Her fott still taped to the beat. Held hostange by the rythem of them music. She hated feeling sorry for herslef. It was something she dispised and didn't want to ever feel but seeing everyone like this she couldn't help herself. She rembered the one day where she walked in on her sister trying on her coths in the room, and takeing pictures. She wasn't that mad, she thought that she liked them. But then when she looked at her sisters pictures seeing a caption under the pictures. Reading 'My sister thinks these cloths are accually cute!' She sighed ad then rolled her eyes under the closed lids. The sudden feeling of being sick, to her stomach. She didn't know where her hands were or what they were doing. She didn't even know what was happning. Unware of her surrounding or what was going on, her foot was still a hostage, she wondered what it was like to be held hostage in a suation. or what it was like to as her sister said 'Have your own brand of Herion' would be like. Spencer was the kind of girl that skateboarded, did pranks, read, and made CD's. She didn't like shopping, she didn't like lipgloss, she didn't like heels, she isn't a girly girl like most guys wanted.
"why do these thoughts always come at once?" she yelled in her head, eyes still cosed, foot still a hostage. The music barely hearable, she was too deep in thought the hear anything. She wished she had something that she wanted to do. Tuneing out her thoughts, even thought itwas something that was extremly hard to do she heard a slow song. Her eyes finaly opened, she saw all the couples danceing. People that didn't have any one to dance with were asking someone that was sitting there, but some how no one even looked at her. She looked down at her dress, seeing the glitter up at the top and then there was a plain piece of brown fabrick starting at the top of the dress and going around te bust area. The glitter ran down the stomach area, and then it flowed out with little silver dimond pins that were holding places in her dress up and so it made some weird ruffle things. Smileing she looked in a mirrior and saw the mask and how it looked with her deep silvery eyes. Nothing was on her thin pale pink lips. No easring hung from her fragile ears, she pulled at the dimond neclas that she had taken as a gift from her dad before he died. she sat back down and then noticed the wet feeling that was on her cheack. she didn't even bother to wipe the clear dimond running down her cheak she knew more were on their way, if she knept thinking like this all night. With nothing to do. she closed her eyes and another tear or two fell. "Whats happning to me?" she screamed in her head.
Age: 19
Personality:
She isn't some one who would come up to you and ask if you are okay, but wait, silently. She doesn't like people helping her, she woks alone. She hardly ever gets close to anyone because if she happened to lose them she would be crushed. Knowing that her father had dissapeard off the face of the earth and her brother Versus was trying to get his hands on her some how. But when she was younger she fell in "love" but when her had her lover were attacked by about 50 theves, she could only save herself. She went against all her rules about being evil and haveing someone close to you, silding down the scale made it help a little bit, but ever since then she have up the bad-ass life.
She was the best soadsman anyone that she met had ever seen, beeing flexable and lockeing to cut things she never eally cared about her wonds when she was injered mcuh. She had a life and entended to live it, but when someone close to her it juat made her madder at Versus. He sent the attackers. She is fairly nice but she never really got the hag of the good guy stuff. But she fought with them everytime.
Sample post: Silver eyes looked around to see loads of people danceing, she sigehd and just sat there she didn't noitce anyone and was to busy tapping her foot to the techno beat. She sighed agins and wanted to pull some kind of prank like a floating bunch bowl and dump it on some slytherin, but if she wanted it big enought for people to notice then she would need some help. A. She didn't have two wands and B. she could lift more than two on her own. Silver mask almost matcihing her eyes, smileing she looked up seeing a red hair girl in a emrald green dress, danceing with some guy. She sighed and wished she was danceing with something! or someone! Sighing again she looked aorund and tapped he foot, the bottom of her olive green dress was hannging off the chair. She wasn't one for heels but her mom shiped them to her so she decided to ware them. They were silver. Standing up, she smiled and then the heele broke. "d**n shoes." she said annyoed. Ploping back down in the chair she growled when seeing that she was sitting on someone. "Move it" She said to the little slytherin punk who was in a mast and his robes. Smileing when she obeyed she sat back down. Pulling off the broken heel and throwing it angrly at the floor, seeing that the other had a crack in it. She picked at the buckle for a short moment and then thew the heel behind her. Hearing it hit the wall, she pulled up leg and crossed it acrross the other one, picking at its buckle for a mrere minute also she flung it behind her seeing it land with the broken one.
She sighed again and pulled up her opposite foot rubbing her ancle. She knew she wouldn't want to try heels but hell, she was trying to be stupid again. Hopeing some ranodm risterios guy would come up to her and ask her for the next dance.. She let anothing sigh flutter away, but this time is was a relaxed 'im in lala land' kinda sigh. Coloeing her eyes and laying her had down across the back of the chair she let her balck hair fly loosely down the back of the chair, not wareing anything makeup wise other than concealer to make her skin tone even, and a little blush she sighed and touched her empty face. She loved the feeling of nothing, she could describe the feeling but right now she was in utter peace. The music was still holding er foot hostace, tapping to the rythm of the song she smiled and then opened her eyes of a mere second and then shut them tightly seeing someone that reminded her of her sister, she suddenly fet a small feeling of guilt. "why now?" she saked her self. Knowing the awenser was just look around, people love each other and who do you have? No one. she squeezed her eyes, fighting the tears. She wanted to dance to get this off her mind. She wasn't someone with many friends even thought she almost revolded around them. There was a small bruning sensation in the back of her eyes she couldn't controll the overwhelming feeling or whole that was in her. The voice in her head was right. She had no one. The people she was staying with had the same feelings as she did towards her mom, and sister but they still didn't love pez. No one did.
"Stop the sorry act Pez you're fine on your own!" she was trying to reassure herself but bloody hell, tat would never work. Her fott still taped to the beat. Held hostange by the rythem of them music. She hated feeling sorry for herslef. It was something she dispised and didn't want to ever feel but seeing everyone like this she couldn't help herself. She rembered the one day where she walked in on her sister trying on her coths in the room, and takeing pictures. She wasn't that mad, she thought that she liked them. But then when she looked at her sisters pictures seeing a caption under the pictures. Reading 'My sister thinks these cloths are accually cute!' She sighed ad then rolled her eyes under the closed lids. The sudden feeling of being sick, to her stomach. She didn't know where her hands were or what they were doing. She didn't even know what was happning. Unware of her surrounding or what was going on, her foot was still a hostage, she wondered what it was like to be held hostage in a suation. or what it was like to as her sister said 'Have your own brand of Herion' would be like. Spencer was the kind of girl that skateboarded, did pranks, read, and made CD's. She didn't like shopping, she didn't like lipgloss, she didn't like heels, she isn't a girly girl like most guys wanted.
"why do these thoughts always come at once?" she yelled in her head, eyes still cosed, foot still a hostage. The music barely hearable, she was too deep in thought the hear anything. She wished she had something that she wanted to do. Tuneing out her thoughts, even thought itwas something that was extremly hard to do she heard a slow song. Her eyes finaly opened, she saw all the couples danceing. People that didn't have any one to dance with were asking someone that was sitting there, but some how no one even looked at her. She looked down at her dress, seeing the glitter up at the top and then there was a plain piece of brown fabrick starting at the top of the dress and going around te bust area. The glitter ran down the stomach area, and then it flowed out with little silver dimond pins that were holding places in her dress up and so it made some weird ruffle things. Smileing she looked in a mirrior and saw the mask and how it looked with her deep silvery eyes. Nothing was on her thin pale pink lips. No easring hung from her fragile ears, she pulled at the dimond neclas that she had taken as a gift from her dad before he died. she sat back down and then noticed the wet feeling that was on her cheack. she didn't even bother to wipe the clear dimond running down her cheak she knew more were on their way, if she knept thinking like this all night. With nothing to do. she closed her eyes and another tear or two fell. "Whats happning to me?" she screamed in her head.
