Post by Emilia De Clancy on Jul 17, 2010 2:29:33 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
new head filled up with smoke[/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: emilia sophia de clancy[/font]
NICKNAMES: em, milli, emmy
GENDER: female
AGE: eighteen
GRADE: senior
ART INTEREST: athletics
PLAYBY: candice swanepoel <3
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: english, swiss, french, and austrian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: blue
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 118 lbs
BODY TYPE: slender curves, lithe
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: there is a small scar on her ankle that she does not talk about because it is very personal. it involved her father in a drunken rage, but she doesn't tell anyone.
PERSONAL STYLE: for the most part, emilia is pretty subdued. t-shirts, boyfriend jeans, and her hair in a loose braid, it's comfy for her and that's all she really craves in life. comfort, and warmth. she's not adverse to dressing up and looking nice, but there aren't too many nights when she is afforded that luxury. she works a lot, so she is mostly exhausted, and her laid back clothes are always easier to slip into. when she's not working she's often found at the track, so athletic clothes are also common for her.
OTHER: her voice is very soft and mellow, and she doesn't meet people's gaze when she speaks.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: dedication, spirit, love, and work ethic.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: submissive, easily persuaded, weak, and experience
LIKES: ice cream, long distance running, citrus fruits, breakfast in the afternoon, naps, snow, maroon 5, scarves, eloquence, cranberry muffins, the possibility of love, big cities, white roses, semisweet chocolate, reading, smiles, sleep.
DISLIKES: her father, long nights, crying, being cornered, fighting, long car rides, paper cuts, blisters, slow times, the smell of vodka, mustard, funerals, smoking, tea, feeling helpless, chipped nails, secrets.
FLAWS: she stumbles over her words quite a bit
HABITS: twirls the end of her hair while conversing, bites her lip when she's afraid, and shifts uncomfortably when conversations get serious.
SECRETS: her father has physically and mentally abused her for years
BEST MEMORY: the fleeting images and moments she remembers spending with her mother, back when all was tender and right.
WORST MEMORY: the night her father broke her arm earlier this year and she had to spend the whole night and following weeks living behind a fabricated story.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: emilia has been broken in spirit. once a lively and happy individual, over the years she has been hardened and worn through. it doesn't bother her surface, the smiles and general warmth still present...but the spirit is gone. there's nothing too much behind her eyes anymore, and she really lives just to work and with the dream to one day get away from her dad altogether. it all began when she was nine years old, the passing of her mother tearing the family apart with the loss of the one who loved both of them so much. her father became cold, lashed out at her, called her names and refused to believe that she hadn't been the reason her mother died. it soon escalated, and over all these years the fights and abuse have become so much worse and severe thats she lives in fear of everything. power, control, alcohol...it rules her father's life and when he's not flying between new york city and europe, or tending to one of his many mistresses, he's in a drunken stupor and rage and every negative emotion is inflicted on her. she was fifteen when the physical abuse finally started, one clear strike across the lip, and it never stopped. she's since learned to stay out of his way and leave whenever a bottle of alcohol surfaces on the counter, and being alone all the time, even if she was staying at a friend's house or running in the late hours until she was sure he had passed out, gave her enough time to figure things out for herself and make her realize that there was life after this....after high school. she would be free from her father's grip and able to function on her own, and it's that passion that keeps her going. she is very driven to what she does, even if it mainly involves working at the local ice cream parlor and running track for the school's competitive team. it keeps her life as an individual, and she craves to be separated from her father as much as possible in fear of someone putting all the pieces together. though she is eighteen and capable to make her own decisions, her father holds all the money and assets and possessions she would need to start her own life. so until she graduates high school she must continue saving up what she has and wait to see what her father decides to do with her inheritance she is supposed to have received already. the one time she was bold enough to threaten to go to court for it, he ended up breaking her arm.
track has been a sweet release for her, found the first time she ever climbed out her first story window and tore off down the street to avoid her father's rages, jumping behind bushes whenever she saw car lights in fear it was him trying to drag her back. from that moment on t it has been there for her whenever she needed it, like her mother used to be, and it releases each and every pent up emotion about her family, life, and problems. she's calm and serene when she's running; no one and nothing can bother her, and all she hears is the pounding of feet on pavement or ground, not the screams and threats and crashing of objects. she merely exists, and it keeps her level headed with all the problems in her life, so she uses it as her outlet.
boys have also been an issue in her life. with an extremely uptight and pushy father she lives in fear of showing any interest in someone in front of him, let alone introducing them to him. she simply tells everyone that her father is strict and emotionless and often very angry, and that he does not allow her to date...which is true. any men have been off limits to her for years, and many bruises have resulted whenever she mentioned someone's name in passing in conversation, or inclined any interest. that being said, ever since her move to valkyrie at the age of ten, she has found loopholes to her father's rules. from sleepover's at her friend's houses when she was younger to stalled cars and grocery trips now, she finds time here and there to go on dates far and few between, especially when he is away. that being said, she never lets anyone get too close. though sweet in nature and alluring in an unconscious way, she keeps a distance between those around her and the secrets she keeps behind her eyes in fear of them finding out and wanting to do something about her current situation. she believes herself to be strong and will be continually stubborn if pushed, and it has left a lot of weak connections. her relationships usually fall apart because of her unwillingness to show complete interest, something stopping her from committing al the way. she believes there is love out there for her, but in her later years when she can live on her own. she also knows that her father is not the only man in the world and that there are people out there more accepting, as she had experienced it beforehand, and is willing to search for someone compassionate later on. sex frightens her, mostly because of her dad's threats and abuse that could lead to something so much more menacing if he found out she had slept with someone. he has not touched the possibility of raping his daughter yet, but she lives in constant fear that it could happen one day.
in the end, all the fear and sadness transfer into her life and activities. it's easy to realize she's hiding things; the way she speaks, the way she looks about and acts confirms it...but with an ease and graceful flow she transfers out of subjects so quickly you've hardly had time to realize you're talking about something else. she's very smart at calculating conversations and figuring out outcomes, swaying them in the way she pleases, and keeping them away from the paths she does not want. she's quite book smart as well, staying on top of her studies to please her father and excelling in math and english, as well as many top finishes in track meets he never shows up at. she does not want his pride or feeling of accomplishment with her awards and recognition. she only wants him to believe she is a daughter worthy of being called a daughter, not a person to blame for the death of the only other person he has loved. that has hurt her in many ways as well, driven her lively spirit and attitude down from when it stemmed at a young age. she will often doubt herself when she gets down, wondering if in some twisted way she really did cause her mother to die. her sadness is extremely apparent in these situations, and though she doesn't delve deeper than explaining it was just old memories about her mother she was thinking about, everyone knows the story is much more complicated than that. it's just pulling it out, one fact at a time, that is so impossible. she's closed off, and doesn't intend on opening up until she is free.
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: vienna, austria[/size][/font]
PARENTS: jude cartwright de clancy - 44 - stock broker
geneva anna lucienne-de clancy - 43 - royal by blood - deceased at 33
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER:
louise maria de clancy - cousin - 23
dean william cartwright - cousin - 21
penelope rose de clancy - cousin - 20
LIVING SITUATION: valks with her father
HISTORY: it is still debatable on how jude de clancy and geneva lucienne of france encountered one another in the winter of 1982. some say it was an international business deal for him, others speculate an escape to new york city for her, but in the end the two courted privately in the fields of french royalty and new york skyscrapers. he was an extremely successful man, on the fast track to success, and she a dazzling young royal full of high society and general appeal. after two years of a deliriously happy relationship, as reported by many sources, the two wed in an opulent ceremony on the french countryside in 1984. complications soon arose because of his lack of royal lineage, and geneva was forced out of any claim to a throne or family tie-in, but all was well within the couple's marriage and they relocated happily to the austrian countryside they experienced while on their honeymoon in 1985.
after four years the two welcomed their first and only child, a beautiful baby girl to be named emilia, after the recent passing of geneva's sister in a car accident. she lived a lavish childhood full of love and monetary opulence in Vienna, studying with the best tutors, and etiquette of the finest quality as her father continued to grow in his wealth and her mother tended to emilia and her desires. she had many friends, would often run wild in the fields and play around and enjoy the general spirit of the outdoors, and captured all she met with her childish innocence. all was well in the household, and the family of three knew nothing more spectacular than growing up in their large manor in the country and continuing the love they all shared.
it all changed, however, that fateful august evening in 1997.
a malevolent cancer was found in several parts of geneva's body, and though the doctors had high hopes in their treatment and surgeries, the family was informed that she possibly only had months to live. and before emilia's eyes, everything began to fall apart. her mother spiraled into depression from the treatments and exhaustion, and her father submerged in alcohol and work, avoiding his sick wife in fear of not being strong enough support. eventually geneva chose to take her own life, overdosing on the several medications she had been prescribed in november of that same year while emilia was only nine years old. the family had been destroyed, emilia's dad making the decision to move out to valkyrie to get away from the city the night of her tenth birthday. being ripped away from her friends and all that she knew, emilia never saw her true father after that day, only the alcoholic who threatened to beat her up for what she had done to her mother. it was not too difficult to settle into a new school and make new friends, but her father's continual dissolving tender nature made it incredibly hard for her to stay the same lively and bubbly person. in his stupors he often blamed her for her mother's death, edging closer and closer until one day after school when she was fifteen he struck her across the face, resulting in a swollen lip.
and the day after, emilia enrolled in track in her athletics class.
as the beatings got worse her training got more challenging, pushing herself to breaking point after breaking point only to get up and go one more time, just so she could picture herself getting away. if she could run fast enough, she'd be able to get away from him one day. she thought about it often, but she wouldn't know where to go and how to get there. she grew desperate and unresponsive, slipping like her mother did until she won the state wide track meet after her dad threatened her with a knife the night before. she knew that one day, there would be enough resources for her to live by herself and go off to college. so she started saving all the money she could, forming a base to support herself with her job at the ice cream parlor and track winnings when her father would refuse to give her anything and she was all on her own. the wealth still remains, buried in trust funds he withholds and college he refuses to pay for. he wants his daughter to himself, and his daughter just wants out.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: liv[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female
AGE: seventeen
RP EXPERIENCE: couple years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet!
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:Too much time. Every second that passed by she grew a little more frantic, a little less rational. She didn't know how she had lasted so long, how she had made it from the frosty snow to the doorway. She didn't even remember the painful cold. All she could recall were the leaves, the ladder, the warmth their parted mouths created. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned against the doorway. Jeremy had somehow kept her alive again, his memory still strong enough for her to carry on. Even if it killed her, he kept her going. It was for her best, it had to be. But right now, she didn't know what the best was anymore.
A shallow breath blew from her lips as a deadly chill ran through her body. The cool air still caused her fingertips to pulse, and her eyes still ran steadily with tears, some from the cold and many from her emotional state. Her mind reeled, attempting to find the thought process that had led her here. There wasn't one. Just the fact that she had to get out of her home and that she had to find someone to save her from the shattering state she had been reduced to. She could have easily walked the few houses to her cousin's house, all of them automatically at her side and calming her down. But she hadn't even attempted to see them. Her blank mind had sent her across icy roads, billowing snow piles and even chillier winds. For her, there had only been one place to go. And as another sob blew through her she knew she had little time left. She lifted her eyelids and focused on the silent room. Seconds left if she was lucky.
Footsteps sounded from the hallway, her focus shifting to it and leaving everything else behind. If she could just not allow herself to think, if the constant buzzing inside her head would stop, she would stay alive. She wondered for one brief second if it was possible to die because of this much internal pain. No, she thought, her eyes wavering to the hall again. She couldn't think. It was the only way. Again the clock started counting down. Her mind filled with thoughts again. It was all too much...too much. Her knees buckled and her back fell against the door, a moan escaping her lips as tears slipped mercilessly down her cheeks. She was so far gone. A few inches more and she was history.
Again, someone was there to save her life.
Quint rounded the corner, a look of pure curiosity and hope coloring his features. His eyes dulled when he saw her, and she could feel a sorrow so powerful that it tore through her, destroyed her more than she ever thought possible. He had saved her for that split second, but now she was losing it again. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She just stared wide-eyed and terrified at him as he gazed at her. It was as if he were studying her, the way she was acting, her crumpled form, her tear streaked eyes. She realized that he had never seen her like this before. Not even something remotely close. She had always been so good at keeping her calm and steely disposition around others that weren't her family, but she knew that was over now. Around him, she was as safe as she was with her family.
She pushed herself away from the wall, her steps slow and measured as she made sure she could hold herself up and make it across the floor. She hadn't been this unpredictable since....she couldn't even think it. She knew what it would do to her. She was vulnerable enough already, anything else would surely drown her even more. Her fingers laced with his as she continued down the hallway, pulling him softly along as she headed toward his room. She didn't say a word in fear of another sob passing through her. She just wanted comfort and someone to tell her that everything was alright. That she was going to get through this. That she would be fine someday. And though she knew he would never promise her this, he could at least promise that he would always be there. That would be enough.
She pulled him in, turning around to press the door shut with a soft click. When she was finally able to meet his eyes, she internally collapsed. Everything calm about her broke, shattered in her heart as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her arms drew around his neck, her head buried in his shoulder as sobs passed again and again. She closed her eyes and with each shaky breath she broke down. Through all of this mess a realization somehow made its way to her.
Her mind had gone perfectly silent.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
