Post by una alexandria londres on Aug 31, 2009 11:26:10 GMT 1
una alexandria londres
nineteen . actress . eccentric
nineteen . actress . eccentric
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]una alexandria londres .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]just una, thanks .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]nineteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]eccentric, observant, charming, quiet, eloquent, well mannered, unpredictable, unusual, passionate, closed, odd, sweet, loving, impulsive, well read, cultured .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]louise and jonathan aren’t my real parents. although i suppose your parents are the people who have brought you up and cared for you, so in that case, jonathan still isn’t my father. i haven’t got a clue who my biological father is and i honestly don’t care, i’ve never thought about him and i don’t intend to start now. my mother was called bea james, she died when i was born, and since my dad is probably living it up in vegas, i got moved to an orphanage. i lived there for a year until this couple came with their new born baby, looking for a sister for their little angel. obviously i can’t remember, i was about one. but they obviously fell in love with my petulant little self and popped me on top of their shopping to take home. i’m not ungrateful that they adopted me, obviously living in an establishment with twelve other little brats and a few occasionally interested nannies isn’t the dream childhood, but i could have been adopted by better people. for a start, they broke up a few years after, so that worked out really well. i wasn’t bothered much when they got divorced, i don’t know if i was too young to care, but jonathan completely ignored me anyway, so it wasn’t much different him being gone. generally, i was quite a gregarious child, i was bright and articulate and wasn’t one to throw tantrums, but at home i seemed to change completely. i have no specific memories of being young, just that i never felt as happy and content in the house. my little sister lacie used to get teased in school, and i did feel bad for her, but something stopped me from sticking up for her. i don’t think we ever formed that sisterly bond, because i was always so inexplicably jealous of how much attention she got. it wasn’t really noticeable on my mothers part, but to dad, lacie was the only child that existed. he used to take her everywhere, do everything with her, buy her little tokens. i pretty much just always assumed it was because i was adopted, but why adopt if you don’t want the kid?
at school, it was the other way around. lacie got teased and ignored for being ‘too big’ although there was really no need, whereas i had a lot of friends. i wasn’t loud or anything, but people seemed to get along well with me, so i got the attention, which i liked. it stayed that way in all the schools we went to. in highschool, she got teased for being too skinny instead. i still had a little pang of guilt occasionally, but it seemed like karma. like she was being punished for taking up all the attention at home. i know now i probably should of stuck up for her, but i liked that she was just una londres’ little sister. and honestly, if i had the chance to go back again, i still don’t know if i would have helped her. its weird, because i’m a completely different person where my family is concerned. i seem totally cold and heartless, and with her, i suppose i am. my dislike for lacie eased up a little for a while when we were teenagers, but now she’s a famous musician, and me being an actress, we have to keep it to a minimum in public. that just made it flare up again, now i can’t stand her. she knows i would help her if she absolutely needed it, like something major, but as far as i’m concerned i owe her nothing. she owes me a father. i know i’ve not talked much about my mother, but theres nothing much to tell. she was nice to me, but she always seemed over shadowed by dad. i’ve got an alright relationship with my mom, its no epic mother-daughter bond, but its fine.
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ooc name: tori
pb being used: selena gomez
years of experience: about six
membergroup: tourist
The relatively quiet engine of her vw ceased to make any further noise as she turned the key in the ignition and pulled, the gentle melody drifting from the stereo drawing to an untimely halt, along with the car. Emmaline had pulled off the road, parking her car just before the first trees sprang forth from the earth, damp flowers and foliage bowing gently where the bumper of the car touched them. The little bug wasn't the flashiest car in the world, it was in good condition, running wise, and she had deemed the little vehicle 'sweet' - and affordable. Although she was comfortable in her finances, building up a safety net of cash over the years, she still had to survive on little over the wages of a florist, and therefore, this car had seemed perfect. Slender fingers wrapped lithely around the handle, pulling slightly and moving fluidly, with the rest of her body, to a standing position outside of the car. The door clicked shut. Carrying the song on in a soprano lilt, her lips parted fractionally, letting the soft sound seep out, the only sound in the otherwise quiet surroundings.
The trail was a little way off, about a half-mile back down the road, but she didn't want to be on the trail. This was more scenic, an untouched bouquet of jade and white. The small parting in the trees all the way up the trail was too familiar, too much like the town. This was the way the forest was meant to be, and while the trail caused little disruption of the it's natural growth, it was just as easy to drive slightly further, and get the view that she desired. Glancing idly around, a faint smile played on her lips, a genuine curve, at ease and comfortable. She wasn't the most extroverted soul around, and finding herself in such a calm atmosphere, she seized the chance to feel unperturbed, especially now that she felt normal again. She had let her thirst grow a little too long before her last hunt, too busy to quench the dull ache. Consequently, her eyes had darkened, gradually losing all of their gold hue, until they appeared a harsh, startling black. It was not a look she felt most comfortable in, and now, with her eyes a gentle shade of honey, her mind was at peace.
The air became... different. The faint, heady scent of the woods, spiked with occasional tangy top note of whichever animal was near, was suddenly polluted. A new scent, far more floral and sweet had attracted her attention, a scent she knew all too well. The scent of her own kind. The way the wind blew, the source of the scent was not far in front of her, then maybe 500 yards or so east, a distance she could run easily in seconds. Turning her head back, dark locks fell forward slightly as she checked she was without company. Of course, she would have smelled another being, but it was a precaution. Emm broke into a light sprint, the faint movements of her feet leaving the smallest of depressions in the undergrowth, nothing identifiable as foot prints. The clearing, in front of her. She stopped a hundred yards short of it, smelling the air again. The scent was stronger here, but the trail was weak, possibly a few days old. She began forward again, her motion fluid as she sprang over the plants, coming into contact with the bare grass. The wind was sharper here, she noticed that, but it wasn't causing her discomfort, obviously. Closing her eyes, her slight frame carried toward the middle of the clearing, stopping about 50 yards short of the centre point. The ground here was drier without the canopy to shield it from any light, and so, she lay on the grass, limbs down in a casual fashion, although her position looked more like an outdoor photo shoot, than an easy place to rest.
