Post by Rylie Addison Zareth on Mar 22, 2009 18:33:25 GMT -5
Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage
name;; Rylie Addison Zareth
nicknames;; RyRy, Ry, Addi, Cupcake
age//birthday;; eighteen/03.17
class;; First
sexual orientation;; Baby, love is love, but she likes boys.
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; Her hair is naturally brown and curly, but she dyes it at the sign of any roots showing through, and straightens it at least twice a day.
eyes;; Very big round eyes, she keeps colored contacts in them all the time
body;; Athletic, a tad thin.
height/weight;; 5'4/115
distinguishing features;; tattoo's, piercings, etc.
your twin? Brookelle Bones
put it all together and what do you get?
There probably isn't anything Rylie loves more than her hair. It is her most treasured item, the love of her life. She straightens it at least twice a day, and washes it very thoroughly every night and after she is in a pool/hot tub. In reality, it is short and choppy, but she wears extensions to for style. Its actually naturally brown and mess of curls, but she would never allow anyone to know that unless they asked. She is extremely self conscious about her hair, and fixes it whenever she sees a hair out of place.
Her eyes and her mouth are the key to her success. The black rings of eyeliner around her eyes hide her secrets and her lip gloss sealed lips hold her words steady. Her full lips and button nose go well on her round face. Some would say for such a small body she has a fat face, but she likes herself just the way she is. If she didn't, she could probably get daddy dearest to fix it.
With her dad a plastic surgeon and her mother a model she was always fed a very nutritional diet, and kept busy doing dance and gymnastics for 15 years and volleyball for 7. She is thin, but she has muscle on her bones from all those years of vigorous training for competitions. Her movements are graceful usually, if she isn't tripping over her own toes. She has to be graceful or else things get ugly, to counter act her strong muscles, she has weak bones that break easy. So she tries to be as careful as possible.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; dancing, reading, having a good time, the occasional drink, motorcycle rides, swimming, cheeses, strawberry wine, her iphone, painting, acting, hugs, the stars and moon, rain, pomegranates, snow, skelanimals, clothes, her hair, mod patters, flowers, video games
dislikes;; any other wine, chicken, most drugs, fish, animal hair, gloomy colors (Except Black), floral prints, winter jackets, being bored, her parents sometimes (What kid doesn't), television, the cold, turning pruney when swimming.
fears;; Drowning, Never doing anything with her life.
strengths;; A contagious smile, most of the fine arts, making people laugh
weaknesses;; pastries, strawberry wine, doesn't always tell the truth if it means hurting someones feelings, sometimes is too affected by her environment, overdoes things sometimes.
put it all together and what do you get?
To be honest, Rylie is a happy drunk. Those two words could sum her up better than any words in the dictionary. She loves to party, and she loves to have a good time. She is enthusiastic and charismatic, and can sway people her way with her persuasive words. She is bubbly and can get a whole room to brighten up with a silly joke, or a good story. She loves people, though sometimes she can be a bit antisocial when she is in a bad mood. Generally its pretty hard to tick this girl off. She is laid-back and tries to make the best out of the roughest situation.
Though she is a party girl, she is a tad shy when meeting a new group of people. All the same she is open to it, and thinks that the more friends, the merrier. By the way people talk about her family, you would think she is a snot, but really she enjoys everyone's company, whether your rich, poor, smart, stupid, black, white, blue, blond or brunette, she would say 'Baby, you have the right to party just like everyone else in this club' Her open mindedness has gotten her into some funny situations, including becoming a vegetarian, almost buying a strip club, and numerous other shinanagins. She is definitely a carefree soul and doesn't often see the consequences of things.
Rylie's major flaw is that she has never had to work for anything in her life, and she throws hundred dollar bills around like they are pennies. She depends on her little magic cards to pay for everything, and hasn't carried cash for years. Basically you could say she has the allowance of a lifetime. She never had to cry or beg or scream for anything, and to be honest, she had most things offered to her, because she didn't really need anything. Her parents provided her with everything, in hopes that her childhood would be the best. And out of it all she turned out with some brains.
Speaking of brains, Rylie has those days sometimes, after being too social, where she just needs a book, and a cup if tea to curl up with. Nothing against anyone, but sometimes the life she leads is a bit too much and she needs days to relax. Oh, and don't think just because she grew up dancing and playing volleyball that she is Miss Fufu GirlyGirly. She also grew up with a brother who (Whenever he wasn't away) made her act like the brother he didn't have. From a young age he was already wrestling her over a who got a certain cookie (Even if there were ten more just like it). She was the one that had to play baseball and football with him when his friends weren't around, and she got some thorough ass kicking.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; Janette Emily Zareth, Model
Your Father;; Alexander Johnathan Zareth, 62, Plastic Surgeon
Those Crying Babies;; N/A
Those Bossy Older Ones;; Eric Alexander Zareth
Anyone Else?;; N/A
Hometown;; Trenton, New Jersey
And then your sob story;;
From the time he was born Alexander knew he was going to be a plastic surgeon, the thing was, he didn't have any idea it would become such a hit in the 21st century. When he was around 27, the industry began to boom Being such an experienced surgeon he spent the next 12 years swimming in fame and money, and one day while hosting a party, he saw Janette Everett and it was love at first sight. She was the girl of his dreams, they spend a year dating before they finally were engaged and married, and two years later they birthed their first child, a baby boy they named Eric Alexander. They were officially a family, and they were thrilled. Two years later, Janette felt the need to have one more child before they got too old, and after two miscarriages they got their wish.
Rylie Addison was born two months premature at a whopping 4 pounds 13 ounces. She was their miracle baby. Business was too slow in New Jersey and when Rylie was only 4 weeks old, she had her first move to New York, New York. They lived there till she was 5, and by then she was already enrolled in gymnastics and dance. They moved again, this time to Miami Florida. They stayed there four years, and by then Rylies brother was enrolled in Boarding school. Her mother just couldn't let Rylie go, so she simply moved around with them. When she was fourteen they moved to Chicago Illinois, where they stayed for two years, and finally settled in Los Angeles California.
Over the years Rylie was given exactly what she wanted, she shed a tear and her parents world came crashing down. Spoiled? Rotten. As she got older, she took less advantage of this, though she still remained their gift. From the time she was 5 to 16 her schedule was steady and stayed almost exactly the same no matter where they moved. Wake up, eat, school, activity (Volleyball Gymnastics Drama Swimming etc.), Piano Lessons, free time, dinner, homework, free time, sleep, and repeat. When she was 16 she decided to change this schedule, and she broke out of the shell her parents made her, and began to develop into her own person. The next two years of her life consisted of parties, some school, alcohol, sex, driving around wildly, shopping and and finally developing a style of her own.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is Jewleeuh or Addy and I've been living under the sun for 16 years. However only 5 or 6 of those years have I been doin' this same old song and dance. Of course you should probably also know me because of my kick ass rep with ...being a historical RP figure XDXD Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice? I obviously now the password, it's SSDD
and here's my work, ya digg?
I could wait around for the dust to still but I don't believe that it ever will
credit goes to The Hush Sound for their amazing song Hurricant, which gave us the lyrics for this application. Credit to everything else goes to Elizabeth, because she's kick ass, and does amazing templates. Suck it.
name;; Rylie Addison Zareth
nicknames;; RyRy, Ry, Addi, Cupcake
age//birthday;; eighteen/03.17
class;; First
sexual orientation;; Baby, love is love, but she likes boys.
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; Her hair is naturally brown and curly, but she dyes it at the sign of any roots showing through, and straightens it at least twice a day.
eyes;; Very big round eyes, she keeps colored contacts in them all the time
body;; Athletic, a tad thin.
height/weight;; 5'4/115
distinguishing features;; tattoo's, piercings, etc.
your twin? Brookelle Bones
put it all together and what do you get?
There probably isn't anything Rylie loves more than her hair. It is her most treasured item, the love of her life. She straightens it at least twice a day, and washes it very thoroughly every night and after she is in a pool/hot tub. In reality, it is short and choppy, but she wears extensions to for style. Its actually naturally brown and mess of curls, but she would never allow anyone to know that unless they asked. She is extremely self conscious about her hair, and fixes it whenever she sees a hair out of place.
Her eyes and her mouth are the key to her success. The black rings of eyeliner around her eyes hide her secrets and her lip gloss sealed lips hold her words steady. Her full lips and button nose go well on her round face. Some would say for such a small body she has a fat face, but she likes herself just the way she is. If she didn't, she could probably get daddy dearest to fix it.
With her dad a plastic surgeon and her mother a model she was always fed a very nutritional diet, and kept busy doing dance and gymnastics for 15 years and volleyball for 7. She is thin, but she has muscle on her bones from all those years of vigorous training for competitions. Her movements are graceful usually, if she isn't tripping over her own toes. She has to be graceful or else things get ugly, to counter act her strong muscles, she has weak bones that break easy. So she tries to be as careful as possible.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; dancing, reading, having a good time, the occasional drink, motorcycle rides, swimming, cheeses, strawberry wine, her iphone, painting, acting, hugs, the stars and moon, rain, pomegranates, snow, skelanimals, clothes, her hair, mod patters, flowers, video games
dislikes;; any other wine, chicken, most drugs, fish, animal hair, gloomy colors (Except Black), floral prints, winter jackets, being bored, her parents sometimes (What kid doesn't), television, the cold, turning pruney when swimming.
fears;; Drowning, Never doing anything with her life.
strengths;; A contagious smile, most of the fine arts, making people laugh
weaknesses;; pastries, strawberry wine, doesn't always tell the truth if it means hurting someones feelings, sometimes is too affected by her environment, overdoes things sometimes.
put it all together and what do you get?
To be honest, Rylie is a happy drunk. Those two words could sum her up better than any words in the dictionary. She loves to party, and she loves to have a good time. She is enthusiastic and charismatic, and can sway people her way with her persuasive words. She is bubbly and can get a whole room to brighten up with a silly joke, or a good story. She loves people, though sometimes she can be a bit antisocial when she is in a bad mood. Generally its pretty hard to tick this girl off. She is laid-back and tries to make the best out of the roughest situation.
Though she is a party girl, she is a tad shy when meeting a new group of people. All the same she is open to it, and thinks that the more friends, the merrier. By the way people talk about her family, you would think she is a snot, but really she enjoys everyone's company, whether your rich, poor, smart, stupid, black, white, blue, blond or brunette, she would say 'Baby, you have the right to party just like everyone else in this club' Her open mindedness has gotten her into some funny situations, including becoming a vegetarian, almost buying a strip club, and numerous other shinanagins. She is definitely a carefree soul and doesn't often see the consequences of things.
Rylie's major flaw is that she has never had to work for anything in her life, and she throws hundred dollar bills around like they are pennies. She depends on her little magic cards to pay for everything, and hasn't carried cash for years. Basically you could say she has the allowance of a lifetime. She never had to cry or beg or scream for anything, and to be honest, she had most things offered to her, because she didn't really need anything. Her parents provided her with everything, in hopes that her childhood would be the best. And out of it all she turned out with some brains.
Speaking of brains, Rylie has those days sometimes, after being too social, where she just needs a book, and a cup if tea to curl up with. Nothing against anyone, but sometimes the life she leads is a bit too much and she needs days to relax. Oh, and don't think just because she grew up dancing and playing volleyball that she is Miss Fufu GirlyGirly. She also grew up with a brother who (Whenever he wasn't away) made her act like the brother he didn't have. From a young age he was already wrestling her over a who got a certain cookie (Even if there were ten more just like it). She was the one that had to play baseball and football with him when his friends weren't around, and she got some thorough ass kicking.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; Janette Emily Zareth, Model
Your Father;; Alexander Johnathan Zareth, 62, Plastic Surgeon
Those Crying Babies;; N/A
Those Bossy Older Ones;; Eric Alexander Zareth
Anyone Else?;; N/A
Hometown;; Trenton, New Jersey
And then your sob story;;
From the time he was born Alexander knew he was going to be a plastic surgeon, the thing was, he didn't have any idea it would become such a hit in the 21st century. When he was around 27, the industry began to boom Being such an experienced surgeon he spent the next 12 years swimming in fame and money, and one day while hosting a party, he saw Janette Everett and it was love at first sight. She was the girl of his dreams, they spend a year dating before they finally were engaged and married, and two years later they birthed their first child, a baby boy they named Eric Alexander. They were officially a family, and they were thrilled. Two years later, Janette felt the need to have one more child before they got too old, and after two miscarriages they got their wish.
Rylie Addison was born two months premature at a whopping 4 pounds 13 ounces. She was their miracle baby. Business was too slow in New Jersey and when Rylie was only 4 weeks old, she had her first move to New York, New York. They lived there till she was 5, and by then she was already enrolled in gymnastics and dance. They moved again, this time to Miami Florida. They stayed there four years, and by then Rylies brother was enrolled in Boarding school. Her mother just couldn't let Rylie go, so she simply moved around with them. When she was fourteen they moved to Chicago Illinois, where they stayed for two years, and finally settled in Los Angeles California.
Over the years Rylie was given exactly what she wanted, she shed a tear and her parents world came crashing down. Spoiled? Rotten. As she got older, she took less advantage of this, though she still remained their gift. From the time she was 5 to 16 her schedule was steady and stayed almost exactly the same no matter where they moved. Wake up, eat, school, activity (Volleyball Gymnastics Drama Swimming etc.), Piano Lessons, free time, dinner, homework, free time, sleep, and repeat. When she was 16 she decided to change this schedule, and she broke out of the shell her parents made her, and began to develop into her own person. The next two years of her life consisted of parties, some school, alcohol, sex, driving around wildly, shopping and and finally developing a style of her own.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is Jewleeuh or Addy and I've been living under the sun for 16 years. However only 5 or 6 of those years have I been doin' this same old song and dance. Of course you should probably also know me because of my kick ass rep with ...being a historical RP figure XDXD Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice? I obviously now the password, it's SSDD
and here's my work, ya digg?
“You foolish, foolish boy.” She shook her head, giggling a bit under hey voice. Indeed she was laughing at what was to come of him. She had seen this scenario too many times. Silly newborns, trying to attack the Volturi, and better yet, trying to hunt on their land. In the sense that they were gods, that was an unforgivable sin. Though they were not gods, and they could not banish people to the pits of hell so easily. Instead, this is where Jane, Alec, and numerous others of the Volturi guard came in. They were the law of the world of vampires. Well known for their extreme punishment. Punishment came as a sixth sense to little Jane. Pain ran in her veins, or would have if she had a heart to pump blood.
"Please, don't kill me, please, anything, I could get you anything you want, whatever you wa-" His eyes pleaded to her, scared, wide, black. He was hungry, yes he was. Starving almost, though that would not be the only torture he saw in this day.
Jane was once told by a very wise human man, she had the giggle of an angel, but she reeked of hell, sent from the devil, so he said. She did nothing to him, for he spoke only truth. She had no soul, beautiful child, spellbinding, with her pretty black eyes. This giggle of an angel though, broke out into full laughter. "And you think I don't already have whatever I want! You think that I cannot have everything, you are foolish!" Her small voice yelled at him, she sounded as if she was going to have a fit, like a child in a candy store, being denied everything he asked for. "You have no idea, I have everything, we have everything!" Her anger could no longer be controlled, how dare this baby to the immortal world try and bribe her, as if he could get something for her, that she didn't already have.
"Plea-"
She did not let him continue, she had enough of this boy. Ignorant. That was all she could say about him. Without movement, or a second thought, her black eyes seemed to just watch him, in her head she counted down, waiting for him to try and escape. Just as she had predicted, he rose to his feet quick to move, but she was faster, she possessed more control. Screams erupted, he crashed down to the ground, falling with such grace, but a horrid scream erupted from him. She giggled again, her angelic face fixed on his convulsing body. This is what she had died for, this was her life now. Something happened though, something unexpected. He looked up at her, and her attack stopped, something about his, eyes, something caused her to 'malfunction' I guess you could say.
"Finish him" she directed toward no one in particular, just whoever of her dear family was closest.
Oh sweet angel, what has pulled you away from our dear world of innocence.
She resided in the μουσική τόπος. Or music room in common words. Greek took up a substantial amount of her day. The Volturi insisted she learn an ancient language, they liked their guard to be clever. She took a seat in front of their grand piano, custom made for this castle, beautiful; its ivory keys had seen their share of masterpieces. From Bach, to Beethoven many had played this piano. And now she placed herself in front of this grand piano.
There was a problem though, she could not find her inspiration, she could not play, she was befuddled at this phenomena. Was it that boy from last week still on her mind? She had tried to ignore that demon of hers, like she had before. Few times in her life was Jane disturbed like that. For a week now, she avoided torturing anyone, traveling, anything. She was put on hold by her mind. Was that really all she was made for? To torture and kill others, was that it? Was that what was to become of her for another four hundred years? Questions raced in her mind frantic thoughts consumed her. What am I? Do I have a purpose here? Was my creation only for personal gain?
"Am I becoming useless?" She asked herself this, her sad angelic voice filling the magnificent room. And this, was one of the few times she questioned herself, her mere existence in this immortal world.
"Please, don't kill me, please, anything, I could get you anything you want, whatever you wa-" His eyes pleaded to her, scared, wide, black. He was hungry, yes he was. Starving almost, though that would not be the only torture he saw in this day.
Jane was once told by a very wise human man, she had the giggle of an angel, but she reeked of hell, sent from the devil, so he said. She did nothing to him, for he spoke only truth. She had no soul, beautiful child, spellbinding, with her pretty black eyes. This giggle of an angel though, broke out into full laughter. "And you think I don't already have whatever I want! You think that I cannot have everything, you are foolish!" Her small voice yelled at him, she sounded as if she was going to have a fit, like a child in a candy store, being denied everything he asked for. "You have no idea, I have everything, we have everything!" Her anger could no longer be controlled, how dare this baby to the immortal world try and bribe her, as if he could get something for her, that she didn't already have.
"Plea-"
She did not let him continue, she had enough of this boy. Ignorant. That was all she could say about him. Without movement, or a second thought, her black eyes seemed to just watch him, in her head she counted down, waiting for him to try and escape. Just as she had predicted, he rose to his feet quick to move, but she was faster, she possessed more control. Screams erupted, he crashed down to the ground, falling with such grace, but a horrid scream erupted from him. She giggled again, her angelic face fixed on his convulsing body. This is what she had died for, this was her life now. Something happened though, something unexpected. He looked up at her, and her attack stopped, something about his, eyes, something caused her to 'malfunction' I guess you could say.
"Finish him" she directed toward no one in particular, just whoever of her dear family was closest.
Oh sweet angel, what has pulled you away from our dear world of innocence.
She resided in the μουσική τόπος. Or music room in common words. Greek took up a substantial amount of her day. The Volturi insisted she learn an ancient language, they liked their guard to be clever. She took a seat in front of their grand piano, custom made for this castle, beautiful; its ivory keys had seen their share of masterpieces. From Bach, to Beethoven many had played this piano. And now she placed herself in front of this grand piano.
There was a problem though, she could not find her inspiration, she could not play, she was befuddled at this phenomena. Was it that boy from last week still on her mind? She had tried to ignore that demon of hers, like she had before. Few times in her life was Jane disturbed like that. For a week now, she avoided torturing anyone, traveling, anything. She was put on hold by her mind. Was that really all she was made for? To torture and kill others, was that it? Was that what was to become of her for another four hundred years? Questions raced in her mind frantic thoughts consumed her. What am I? Do I have a purpose here? Was my creation only for personal gain?
"Am I becoming useless?" She asked herself this, her sad angelic voice filling the magnificent room. And this, was one of the few times she questioned herself, her mere existence in this immortal world.
I could wait around for the dust to still but I don't believe that it ever will
credit goes to The Hush Sound for their amazing song Hurricant, which gave us the lyrics for this application. Credit to everything else goes to Elizabeth, because she's kick ass, and does amazing templates. Suck it.
