Post by tinkerbell on Feb 10, 2010 10:20:01 GMT -5
...Lucy Anne Barry*
*I do believe in fairies! I do, I do, I do! *
[/size]*I do believe in fairies! I do, I do, I do! *
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...basics*
name Lucy Anne Barry
nickname Luce
age sixteen
gender female
grade eleventh
hometown New York, New York
sexuality heterosexual
reincarnate Tinkerbell
...appearance*
hair color blonde
eye color blue
build petite
height short
clothing style cute, girly with a little bit of sporty.
distinctive traitsher height
...personal*
personality The first thing you’d think by looking at little Lucy, is that she’s cute. She’s always been cute.
But don’t be deceived. Underneath her weak little frame, she has one huge spark of attitude. When people get in the way of what she wants- especially her man- she will stop at nothing to destroy them. Not that she’s evil or anything. Just very, very protective.
She’s also extremely moody. One minute, she’ll be flitting about the hallway with a giant smile on her face. The next, she’ll be scowling and plotting revenge. Whatever mood she’s in, she always seems to take it to the extreme. She’s either amazingly happy, or excruciatingly angry. It’s never in between.
Lucy loves to be the center of attention. If people start to disregard her opinion, she'll be right there in their face telling them off. That's part of the reason why she loves to act. All of that attention...all of that applause...she loves it.
But Lucy’s not a total bipolar freak! She’s actually quite sweet, once you get on her good side, and she’s usually a very good friend if you don’t piss her off. Her bark is a little bit stronger than her bite (ahem, a lot stronger) and she’s overall a witty and fun person to be around. Her only problem is that she judges people too quickly…so chances are if she hates you now, that’s never changing.
past Lucy was always tough. But no one really knew it.
In grade school, people constantly gushed about how “adorable” she was, pulling at her cheeks and patting her hair so much, it made her want to throw up. Soon she started having huge temper tantrums every time anyone even tried to mess with her. There was only one person who never seemed to make her angry.
His name was Cory.
She’d loved him the minute she saw him. It wasn’t long before she became his partner in crime, his trusty sidekick, his loyal best friend. But it wasn’t enough. Every time he looked at any girl other than her, a pang of jealousy would pierce through her heart so hard, she would not be able to think about anything else. She just wished, with all her heart, that one day he would wake up and see that SHE was the one protecting him, guiding him through life, giving him wisdom. Not those other bimbos who tried to steal him away.
Even though Lucy hates to look so weak, it did help her to develop one of her passions- acting. Her big blue eyes, long blond hair, and dimples were perfect for getting her into show business. Most of her stuff is community theater, but she’s been featured in a commercial or two. She doesn’t really know why she’s so good at it, or if she’s even good at it at all. She just loves to be adored.
present Lucy is currently a junior in high school, still continuing with her acting career and being best friends with (ahem, worshiping) Cory Henderson. She’s trying so hard to climb up the social ladder, and make people see that she’s stronger than she looks.
Lucy also developed a nervous habit/addiction- pixie sticks. She loves them. And as a result, whenever she has anxiety, she simply takes one out of her purse to nibble on. Sometimes she does it without even thinking, as a reflex, but it’s so normal for her by now, no one even thinks twice about it.
likes attention, pixie sticks, fashion, cute boys, ponytails, compliments, acting
dislikes being ignored, stupid people, girls that flirt with Cory, dumb blonde jokes
other notesNone.
...literature*
book title Peter Pan
backstory Tinkerbell was the little fairy companion of Peter Pan, in the book "Peter Pan." She's usually represented in the book as a beam of light, and it's her fairy dust that allows Peter and the rest of the Never Land people to fly. She has quite a temper.
...roleplayer*
name Shannon
age thirteen
gender girly =]
rp experience SHOULDER THE SKY! WOOT!
how you found ouac I went to Never Never Land. Duhh.
rp sample Crying. That’s all she could remember.
And lots and lots of red.
Then everything had turned black and hazy, and everything was so, so loud. And then quiet. And then…she was here.
She had heard them talking though. She’d heard them say she’d be fine, she’d practically seen herself lying there, barely breathing. Although she still didn’t know whether all this was a dream, or if she was actually “unconscious” as they kept proclaiming. All she knew was that she couldn’t wake up.
“Scarlett?"
Something inside her jumped. She knew that name…and she knew that voice…she hadn’t heard that voice in such a long time…where had she heard it? She needed to know. She needed to know now.
And then it all came flooding back.
Mikey.
He was here. He was here. So she wasn’t dead? Or was she? He could have been speaking to her above her casket and she wouldn’t have even known the difference. She just loved his voice. She needed to hear it. It was faint…and sometimes it would fade out…but it was there. And that’s all she needed.
I’m sorry…I love you…how much I love you…how much I need to have you with me…I guess…you can’t even hear me…
God, if she could break through this. If she could get out of this horrible world where she could only listen and sit in this land of blackness and echoed voices. If she could figure out whether or not this was real….
He had said love.
He loved her.
He missed her.
For so long…she didn’t even know how long…she had laid here, in this confusing and terrifying oasis of not knowing. It could have been minutes…it could have been seconds…it could have been centuries. But it was such a long, long time. But now. Everything made sense.
Because that’s all she had needed to know.
" Scarlett. Theres... someone living...inside of me. A god, from...from Greek Mythology.
A…god? There was…a god? She had no idea what he was talking about, but…she understood it. She could tell it was important that she understood it, but…why? He needed to explain….why didn’t he explain…
" I have to go... I love you."
No!…Mikey…don’t go...please don’t leave. Please…please don’t leave me…
When the sense of his presence disappeared, the blackness only became darker.
And then…it all began.
The headache started out as it usually did, starting at her temple and slowly spreading across her forehead, shooting pure pain into her until she started to whimper. No…this hadn’t happened in such a while…why now? Why now…why…
But the problem with it this time? It wasn’t stopping.
She screamed. Or was the screaming just in her head? It just kept getting fiercer and fiercer, until the entire world seemed to be spinning upside down, and the pain just kept building and building and building and ringing….
