Post by Channing Whitaker on Feb 12, 2010 5:20:09 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
some things you have to believe,
but others are puzzles, puzzling me[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: rowan vida abernathy-mcallister[/font]
NICKNAMES: rowan, ro
GENDER: female
AGE: nineteen
UNIVERSITY YEAR: freshman
MAJOR: anthropology
MINOR: political science
JOB: none
PLAYBY: lindsay ellingson
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: american[/font]
HAIR COLOR: blond
EYE COLOR: blue-gray
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 118 lbs
BODY TYPE: slender, toned, and tall
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: freckles, a mole here and there, and a series of star shaped scars up her arm from where she had a metal rod put in her arm.
PERSONAL STYLE: i think my style is pretty much understated. i like to feel comfortable but at the same time it's been ingrained in me to look my best at any and all times. i like hanging out in jeans and a t-shirt, but that tends to be a luxury to me. i'm always supposed to be looking my best, jeans doesn't fit into my mother's vision of what looks best.
OTHER:
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: she's heartfelt and genuine. most times she's sweet as can be but she'll fight for what she believes in like crazy.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: she's very easy to be taken advantage of, even from family members
LIKES: dante, her parents, school, reading, dancing, kickboxing, oceans, beaches, fairgrounds, television, music, swings, horseback riding, dressing up.
DISLIKES: fighting, procrastination, snow, cold, deserts, bugs, poisonous snakes, stupid television channels, rap, suvs, criminals.
FLAWS: has a tenancy to be walked over
HABITS: smiles when she's nervous, twists her hair around her finger, blushes instantly
SECRETS: i hate my mother's terrible relationship with my brother.
BEST MEMORY: hanging out with my brother at the park back when we were kids.
WORST MEMORY: the fight i got into with my mother the day i told her i wasn't doing any more pageants.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: how would i describe myself. first and foremost, i'm a very family-oriented person. it's been extremely hard for me to be so though. my family has had it rough. my father says it's part of the charm of our family, being real in that way, but i've always just thought of it as very, very difficult. i've always seen the wrong way to go about loving your family, in the case of my mother and my brother dante. dante has had it rough in his life. when he was born with a birth defect, it really changed the way my mother saw the pair of us. she saw me as the whole, perfect little girl and at the same time saw my brother as broken. i don't get and i don't think i ever will. how can a mother have selective post pardom depression? it's not the kind of idea i would have for family. i adore my brother. i have never seen him as anything other then my equal. though he may have been born with a heart defect, he's just like everyone else now. the way that my mother treats him, it has never made sense to me. family is something that should be embraced, and it is something i whole heartedly believe in. i hold on to my family as tightly as possible, especially my brother because of the bond that we just have. even though i don't agree with her, i do love my mother. for many years we were super close, but after i stopped doing pageants we kind of drifted apart.
even though i did a lot of pageants back in my day, i'm really not as outgoing as they make me appear. i have that kind of confidence that's needed when you're waltzing down a catwalk in an evening gown, but not the arrogance. or, not as much at least. i have confidence in myself. i know who i am and what i want out of life, but i've never really let myself feel entitled to anything. i don't feel like my looks should get me anywhere, as my mother would like me to believe. i don't feel as though my old money past should get me anywhere either. people who introduce themselves with their bank statement really do make me sick. i'd like to think that i don't judge people on how they appear to be, though i may be guilty of it from time to time. i try to remain objective, i really do, and that's seemingly the only way that i've tolerated my mother all of these years. it's the only reason why i understand her way of thinking even though i think it is completely wrong. it's through this lack of judgement that i can love my brother through anything. it's why i do love him and support him no matter what. he's been nothing but good to me my entire life and i don't see that changing any time soon. i have confidence, as mentioned before. i'm not shy about the way i look or what i may have to say, but i try as best as i can to say it with other people's opinions in mind. i'm wrong in my beliefs some of the time and when i'm wrong i say i'm wrong. the one thing i do not understand is how people can judge one another on looks, financial status, and everything else. i know that when you strip us all down to the bare basics, we are all alike. we all eat, we all breathe, and we all need some form of company to keep us civilized. that's it. the idea that we have to cut ourselves off from those who aren't like us is beyond me.
let's see, what else is there about me that you may want to know. i'm a big believer in romance. in fact i'm a sucker for it. i really like the idea of a man being a gentleman because, well, it's what i'm used to. i've very accustomed to the southern charm kind of guys and being in a new town, one with less boundaries and so many different kind of people, terrifies me. still, i'm always open to new experiences and i like to think that i can do it all with my eyes wide open. i'd love to find the love of my life someday even if i think i'm too young right now. that doesn't mean i'll be holding myself back from maybe finding mr. right if he presents himself. i'm not inexperienced, but i will admit that my expertise in such a field is...slightly less than most other people. i've been with two men, both of whom were really close to me and people i've trusted. one night stands scare me so i've never even tried, and not sure if i could fully go through with it if given the opportunity.
i'm a huge advocate for animals, the less fortunate, and trying to accept all people despite their faults. it's one of the main reasons why i want to be an anthropologist. i want to study other cultures and communities and get a real feel for why people do what they do, not just in "third world countries" but in places such as the states where we feel we have such a high superiority to others. i want to get a full understanding of that and maybe work to change such things in the future. for now i'm just a college student with a dream and a girl lucky enough to have a family member so close to her heart. that's me, rowan vida abernathy-mcallister, down to the nitty gritty.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: savannah, GA[/size][/font]
PARENTS: hector malkus mcallister; fifty-one, us state senator
lorraine zara abernathy-mcallister; forty-four, wife and political analyst
SIBLINGS: dante jamison abernathy-mcallister; nineteen, unemployed.
OTHER: alfred douglas abernathy; grandfather; seventy-five, retired us senator and governor
LIVING SITUATION: valks
HISTORY: i was born the younger of two twins on september 16th, 1990. i was born in saint joseph's hospital to hector and lorraine mcallister, my parents, at about eleven-ish at night. though i was the younger sibling, it was my brother who had the problems. he was born with a birth defect of the heart and had to be held in the hospital until his surgery. of course i don't really remember all of this, but i remember the stories. after that first night, my mother and i were released and instead of staying to make sure my brother was alive and well, she called a cab and took me home. my father stayed behind and watched the surgery. i've so very thankful for my father. he has been nothing but good to my brother through all of this, thank god. after my mother ran home with me, she didn't touch the hospital again. she just stayed home with me. unfortunately it didn't end there. it didn't just end with my brother getting better and my father bringing them both home. my brother's recovery hit another snag when he came down with an infection after surgery. the complications, the medications, everything had dante in the hospital for weeks and my mother never even went to see him.
it was almost two months before dante was released and my father brought him home. when he did he walked in on my mother packing up boxes. from what i was told she had the intention of moving with me and just leaving my father and her own son behind. i honestly don't know how it could be possible to have selective post pardom depression, loving one child while pretty much abandoning the other. it never seemed fesably to me. it just felt like a woman abandoning the ill child, something that would have happened in the stone ages, but not now. now we have medicine. liek those old seventies shows, we have the technology. what my mother did was completely wrong and i'm glad my father got the chance to stop her, because he did. he stopped her from moving away and taking me with her and he got her treatment for post pardom at saint josephs. once she was on her meds and clearly thinking about the mistakes she was making, she felt terrible, but she still wanted to move. apparently they'd been thinking about it for a while, she was just going to do it without taking them with her.
a little over a month later we moved to savannah. one of my father's cousins had been staying in the family estate with my grandmother and was moving out to something...i don't know what. they don't talk about him a lot anymore. my brother and i were raised in two very different environments. i was the beloved little girl, passed from one pair of open arms to another, while my brother was pretty much treated like a sick child. he was ignored most of the time except when he needed a bottle, bath, or a diaper change, but my mother never really did treat him the way she did me. it was strange because a lot of her friends did the same way. it was like he was inadequate or something. as a child it really confused me, and it wasn't something i really understood until well into my teens. anyways, in '92 my father ran for senator of georgia. we left the estate to travel with him during his campaign. again, i really don't remember a lot of this, but there were a few campaign parties and political kids that i remember.
my father won in '93 and was elected senator for the state of georgia, a seat that he sits in for six years. he wasn't gone all of that time though, but the time he spent in washington was some of the hardest on us back in savannah. just when things had started getting back to normal, or what would be normal in a regular family, reverted right back during my father's trips to DC. my mother would start ignoring dante again and everything. even as a toddler i could see it was wrong. i spent all the time i could with dante, not out of pity, because i love him. i'm almost glad we did. i know that the whole thing with our mother was and still is horrible, but it brought my brother and i closer than i've ever thought possible, the kind of bond that stays with you for all of your life. he isn't just my brother, he's my best friend. at four we were enrolled in preschool. things seemed fine to me but apparently people who weren't happy with my faather threatened us and from that time on we were enrolled in a private academy.
when i was nine years old my father got re-elected. it wasn't as hard this time around because we had school to go to. dante and i were pretty much in the same circle of friends for the longest time. it wasn't until after fifth grade that we hit a snag once again. my mother started entering me in beauty pageants. it wasn't something i'd ever considered before but at the time it was very fun to do. once we hit middle school dante and i got new friends. he kind of drifted off to the more punk-like kind of kids while i was still friends with the people we'd known in grade school. even though we ran in different circles, dante and my relationship never changed. we were still closer than close. we'd still talk to each other between classes and we still hung out a ton at home. when i was seventeen i told my mother that i was done with beauty pageants. she swore off me like she had my brother all those years ago and i finally knew what my brother had gone through. though i had friends and had dante, it was still a bitter taste having my mother do something like that to me. i've bit it back and gotten over it, though it does get me from time to time.
after graduation dante and i went a bit of our separate ways. he went to valkyrie to live with our grandfather, on our mother's side, and i went to crete with some friends for the summer. i came back two weeks before the school year started and moved to valkyrie as well. i'm now a freshman at valkyrie university. i've been trying to talk my brother into coming with me, but school really isn't his thing. hopefully he'll find something that suits him. either way, i'm not going anywhere.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: ruby[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female
AGE: elderly xD
RP EXPERIENCE: since the dawn of time
OTHER CHARACTERS: sarai, j.r., maggie, and carly
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:see sarai montgomery, j.r. or maggie corinthos, or carly sutton.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
