Post by Helena Everwood on Oct 7, 2007 20:19:29 GMT -5
Full name: Helena Isabel Everwood
Nickname: Lena, Izzy.
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Helena has long black hair and Hazel
eyes that change color depending on her mood.
When she's feeling a bit down or angry, her
eyes are a pretty slate blue that can chill
your bones with the right look. When she's
hyper and happy, her eyes will shift to a sage
green, that sparkle in the sun. She has pale
skin, and full lips that she paints a cherry red.
Her eyes are always lined in black, and she
normally wears black clothing.
History:
Helena Everwood lives a privileged life. Her
father is a renowned psycho pharmacologist,
with several books on the subject, and her
mother owns her own private practice, specializing
in oncology and radiology. Her brother Bradley
is going for a Degree in Law at Stetson University,
and Helena is going for the lead in the school
musical. Yes, to an outsider the Everwood home
is pretty perfect.
To an insider, however, like our little Helena,
everything is not perfect. While her father
is on his book tour, her mother is currently
having two affairs with doctors from her
practice. Her brother is flunking out of college,
and Helena herself is struggling with her sexuality.
Helena had always been a little off, but when
she found out she liked girls as much as she
liked guys, she spiraled into a wave of confusion.
Gender confusion that is.
Her parents already dislike her choice in being
goth, her decision to buy caps for her teeth that
look like fangs, the tattoo she got from her friend,
Spyder (A vampire bat), and the books she reads.
If she told them her sexuality confusion, they'd
probably kick her out. The only time she's ever
happy is when she's listening to music, reading
the latest vampire novel from the Gothic bookstore
downtown, writing her own vampire novel, or
sleeping. In sleep, she dreams about a perfect
world. The world she wished she lived in.
Family:
- Mother - Sylvia Everwood (nee. Carpenter)
- Father - Daniel Everwood
- Brother - Bradley Everwood
Extra info: Helena's...Awesome?
RP sample:
Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-
The grating sound of the alarm clock was
enough to send Helena Everwood into a
small state of depression. Rolling away from
the snooze button she had just hit, she
thought about another day of high school,
of parents constantly pregnant doging at her to do
everything, of high expectations and low
self esteem. The thought was enough to
send the girl back under her covers. She
rethought it, however, and got up to go
shower.
As she stripped in the bathroom, she tried
to remember her dream. It was ominous,
and dark. There was some kind of evil lurking
in it, but she remembered being content.
The more she tried to grasp at the frayed
edges of her dream, the more it slipped
away from her. She sighed. Helena hated
not remembering her dreams. Without any
more thought on it, she stepped into the
shower. The water was hot, and inviting.
The scent of cucumber melon filled the room
as she opened her shampoo bottle. She
let the soap soak through her hair, taking
time with the shower. After the conditioner
treatment, and lathering her body with Axe
Kilo soap, She reluctantly stepped out.
Wrapping her pale body in her soft black
towel, she cleared the mirror of the fog,
staring at her reflection. Her eyes were flat,
dull, and gray. Her long black hair clung wetly
to the back of her head, sleeked back, she looked
like a corpse. Sighing again, she returned to
her bedroom, where she got dressed. She
pulled on black leggings, neon pink fishnet
tights a black tulle miniskirt, a black Victorian
corset over a neon pink fishnet shirt, and
knee-high black lace up boots with a 5 inch heel.
Satisfied with her outfit, she quickly returned
to the bathroom, to do her makeup and hair.
She pulled her hair into twin ponytails on
each side of her head, curling it beyond all
reason. She gauntified her eyes, covering it
in black, coating her lips in obsidian. Finally
she was done, with time to eat. For once.
Grabbing a pop-tart, she grabbed the keys
to her car, and left the house, messenger bag
slung over shoulder.
As the car pulled out of the high-class suburban
neighborhood, Helena cranked up the stereo,
hoping to disturb as many people as possible
with the driving pulse of the percussions, and
the screaming voice of the lead singer. She didn't
necessarily hear it though. All she could think
about was her elusive dream. She could remember
death. Lots of it. Pulling into the lot of her personal
hell, she pushed the dream to the back of her
mind to ponder tonight. Perhaps that would
trigger something.
Dream World Character (non-canon)
Name: Rave Voltaire
Gender: Male
Being: Vampire
Powers:
- Heightened Senses - Each of his senses
are highly acute, meaning he can see, hear,
and smell things from a great distance, and
touch and taste things more intensely than
most- Torture - He can bend the mind into feeling
an immense amount of pain, to the point of
writhing on the ground in a state of torture.
If done long enough, can cause insanity. The
only downside to this is that his energy depletes
fast, horrifically fast, and ends up hurting himself.
Appearance: Rave is very versatile. One moment
he looks like a neo-punk, cybergoth, the next he
looks straight out of Victorian England. Rave's
dark brown hair is wavy, hanging to about the
middle of his ears. He has full pink lips, that
naturally curve upward, giving him a pleased
look. His eyes are an unbelievable blue, and
stunningly gorgeous. Despite these feminine
features, he has a strong Jawline, and a muscular
body. He's 6'0" and very lean, weighing about 139
lbs. He's a very captivating beauty indeed.
Weapons: His body, A dagger (mostly for show)
Extra info: Pictures -
Rave
Voltaire
Personal Base - Cillian Murphy
Alliance: The Nothing
RP sample: It was quiet in the owlery, aside from the dull and distant hooting of one of the many owls on the wall. Perfect time to think. James loved his status that being the firstborn potter gave him, and the many friends, admirers, girlfriends; But sometimes he wished it would be quiet. That the world could take a break for a few seconds and give him silence. He enjoyed it while he could. So when he heard footsteps on the stairs, he didn't acknowledge their presence, and pretended he was alone. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he cast a sideways glance at his companion. It wasn't enough. All he saw was a thick head of dark hair he thought he recognized. He returned his gaze to the grounds.
'Lucky...'
He knew that voice. It was quiet, and forlorn, and he hadn't heard it in quite some time. He turned to face her, at about the same time she turned to face him. An awkward pause as they both remembered. While they were first years, they were both given detention for something too trivial to remember, and bonded over the dullness of it all, and friends they remained until third year, when she started dating Wesley. They tried to maintain friendship, but his girlfriends got in the way, and Wesley and Lockley were attached at the hip. They maintained casual small talk, up until sixth year. Wesley had gone missing, and was discovered to be dead. Lockley lived up to her name and shut herself away from everyone and everything. The talking ceased. James had wanted to be there for his longtime friend, had wanted to comfort her, but everything had seemed so, awkward between them. So now they were acquaintances, until she spoke up.
"Hello, James... how have you been?"
He stared wide-eyed at her, like she was from a different planet. He stayed like that for a couple minutes before her words registered properly. "Oh! Um- er- uh-," He stammered, shock still ringing it's way down his central nervous system at the fact that she was talking. He managed to get a hold of himself "Fine, Lock," He said, a smile creeping over his features, the endearing nickname slipping into his words casually, as if nothing had changed since they were 12. "I've been fine." he said, mentally kicking himself for such a dull response. "How've you been?" he finished lamely.
Jimmy picked up on the look in her eyes that was a sign of self-consciousness as she asked about his siblings, forcing herself to make small talk. "--'- fine, a bit emo as per usual, but nonetheless, he's good." The crooked smile was even wider now, ribbing -- was what he lived for. He ran his long fingers through his multi-toned hair, a symbol of his Gryffindor pride, and hatred for his natural hair color. It was somewhere between orange and black, and not a happy medium either. So he had dyed it last year, much to the dismay of his mother. "----, Well, she's ----. She's already done with all her homework." he said, incredulously, thinking back to the essay he was supposed to be writing. Oh well. Homework could wait.
This was more important.
((Edited for Spoiler Purposes))
This character has been accepted. Have fun RPing.
