Post by Oryana Iris Blair on Feb 28, 2011 20:43:35 GMT
ORYANA irisBLAIR
THERE'LL BE GIRLS ACROSS THE NATION
they're gonna eat this up
INFAMOUS, UNFORGETTABLE;:; Oryana Iris Blair
STICKS AND STONES;:; Ana, Orio, Blair
THERE'S A PARTY WAITING;:; 19, May 14
I'M ENDURING;;; first
IF YOU'RE LOOKING;:; female
I PLAY FOR THIS TEAM;;; heterosexual… I think… I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before, so I don’t really know.
BRING THE DRINKS;:; Jefferson Dorm Building.
I AM A;:; Glint. Now, glint’s aren’t all that common, so I’ll explain what I am. A glint is what you are if you can see what I can see. As in, statues that move; and much more. A glint, a seer, a bright spark… Someone so sharp and shiny they cut themselves, so sharp they slice between all the layers of “What is” and “What might be” and end up chopping right on through to “What was.”
Glints are dangerous. Glints are trouble. Glints are so much bleeding trouble they attract more trouble.
We’re bad luck.
There aren’t many of us around; a lot of people say we’re extinct. Statues are afraid of us; afraid we’ll glint them. It’s not something I can control, or something I want. When I touch a stone or an old piece of wood – an object with a story – we see it. Actually, we channel it. And it hurts. There’s a lot of screaming and a lot of burning pain and usually a blinding flash of light. There’s a reason statues are afraid of us.
BABE I KNOW THAT IT'S YOUR SOUL
but could you bottle it up
IT'S MARKED AGAINST THE WALL;:;I don’t know... Smallish?
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW;:; I do not know.
MY SKIN'S FAR FROM VIRGIN;:; Lots and lot of scars on my hands.
I SEE THROUGH;:; Sapphire blue.
GOLDILOCKS, RAPUNZEL, CAN'T COMPETE;:; Blond.
THE MIRROR LOVES ME;:; Naturally pale complexion, and good skin hygiene. White teeth, I try not to show them much, because they make people think I’m a cheerful open person. I’m not. I'm average height, a little bit short I suppose. Not really short, just… A little bit. The boys tease me for that… and I have long naturally blond hair, but I'm going to cut it short soon, for convenience, for the competitions. I usually wear denim shorts and an old t-shirt. Anything in my closet. Mostly jeans, and a shirt with elbow-length sleeves. Colours depend on my mood.
YOU'RE SHIT OUT OF YOUR LUCK
don't make me tell you again
HOW TO PLEASE ME;:;
- Working hard.
[/li][li] Motorcycles.[/color]
[/li][li] The theatre.[/color]
[/li][li] Punk music.[/color]
[/li][li] Acting, surfing, skateboarding, dancing.[/color]
[/li][li] My Sea Glass.[/color]
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DON'T GO THERE;:;
- Boys outside of our crew.
[/li][li] My stage-fright.[/color]
[/li][li] Ballet.[/color]
[/li][li] Sometimes, the fact that I know I’ll marry Adrian.[/color]
[/li][li] Bitches.[/color]
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THEY'RE COUNTLESS;:;
- I’m good at lying.
[/li][li] I’m great at acting.[/color]
[/li][li] I can get a man on my side.[/color]
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NOBODY'S PERFECT;:;
- I have stage fright.
[/li][li] I’m very dedicated to the theatre and my skateboarding/surfing competitions.[/color]
[/li][li] A musician.[/color]
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MONSTERS IN THE CLOSET;:;
- Commitment.
[/li][li] That I might lose my crew.[/color]
[/li][li] That I might start caring about someone.[/color]
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I'LL BE SOMEBODY;:;
- To be a famous actress.
[/li][li] To accomplish something.[/color]
[/li][li] To be a professional surfer.[/color]
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SHH IT'S A SECRET;:;
- I’ve always wanted to be an actress/dancer.
[/li][li] I’m a thief.[/color]
[/li][li] I’ve done things I’m not proud of.[/color]
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I'M JUST MISUNDERSTOOD;:; I’ve found it hard to be trusting of people, especially after what happened to my parents when I was a child. But I’m very good at being deceptive.
I've never fit in with the girls. When I was young, I always had to hang around with the boys. I learned to fight by the time I was seven, and I'm positively allergic to the colour pink. I'm not easily amused, and I try not to smile much around people I don't know.
I'm not shy, and I'm not afraid to speak my mind. If something is wrong I'll say something. I've always been a bit of a rebel, but I'm fun to be around, if you know me well.
I'm not extremely sociable in the sense that I always have an opinion, and it's usually a negative one. I'm easy to argue with, stubborn, and head strong. [/color]
I AM AIMING TO BE SOMEBODY
that somebody trusts
DADDY;:; Jared Blair, no abilities that I know of, carpenter, deceased at 39.
MOMMA;:; Pamela Cashin-Blair, a glint, shop assistant, deceased at 34.
PULL HER HAIR;:;
Biological:
Louise Blair, deceased at 10, no abilities.
Non-biological:
Nicole Wood, 20, shapeshifter, theatre crew.
BREAK HIS TOYS;:;
Biological:
Dain Blair, deceased at 12, no abilities.
Non-bioloical:
Adrian Hemming, 23, shapeshifter, theatre crew.
Flynn Dixon, 21, shapeshifter, theatre crew.
Mark Bourne, 21, dragon, actor.
Scott Wood, 18, dragon, theatre crew.
Rafe, 20, shapeshifter, theatre crew.
CLIMB THE TREE;:; All dead.
MADE FOR EACH OTHER;:; I guess that would have to be Adrian Hemming.
IT ALL STARTED ON A TUESDAY...;:; When we’re young, the world is full of magic. We believe in myths, and legends, and that destiny awaits. That is the world I remember. And the one I wish I’d never known.
Lights are coming through the break in the tree leaves, torches of men running through the forest in which our secluded cabin is located. “Someone’s here,” Dain whispers, kicking up some snow as he stands beside me. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and look up to see my father.
“Get back in the house,” He hisses at us. Within seconds myself and my brother and sister are inside the cabin, my father is hurrying to lock the doors and windows. I can hear dogs barking, approaching the cabin. Mum and Louise are throwing clothes into a suitcase, packing everything. I grab my rag doll just as a torchlight shines through the window. They are almost here… Dad reloads his shotgun and opens the door…
BANG.
We hadn’t known they were already at the house. I gasp as my father went flying backwards… There is red on his shirt… I’ve never seen so much blood… My mother slams the door closes and starts rushing us down the basement stairs. Another shot sounds and I look back to see blood spurting out of my mothers shoulder as she gasps in pain.
Smoke seeps through the cracks between the floorboards above us as we realise they’ve set fire to the cabin. We crawl through the small space needed to get out through our storm cellar. I’m the first to come out of the trap door, into the snow outside. “Mommy!” I turn, watching my mother reach towards me, needing help to get out of the tunnel. I reach for her just as a gunshot sounds, and a bloody hole appears in the side of her body; the bullet shattered her left ribs.
“Run!” she screams.
I don’t stop to think; in a moment of fear and panic I turn away from my dying mother and begin to sprint into the forest. A bullet shatters into the tree a few inches from me, which makes me run even faster. I glance back for a second, and saw the two men with their hunting rifles lining my brother and sister up against the wall…
BANG.
BANG.
I feel stingingly cold tears flow over my eye lids and freezing on my cheeks as I turn away and start to run again. I needed to get away, but I couldn’t get away fast enough… I hear a shout and turn, stopping my run to stare. The whole cabin is in flames, I can see the silhouettes of the three men that had invaded us; the two who had killed my siblings standing closer to the third, who releases two hungry, snarling dogs. They start running for me; I take a few steps backwards, feeling frightened and lost and unsure on what I should do. I was awaiting orders… I wasn’t getting any orders… Everything seems to be in slow motion. I decide to run, it’s the best thing to do. The forest passes me in a bur as I run deeper into it, ripping my slipper boots as their material catches on twigs and slashing my face against jegged branches that I pass.
I can hear them behind me, only much, much closer. I slip on a snowy, wet rock, and… My hand comes down on a stone. An angry stone. I scream as pain courses through my body, and the past blasts from my eyes, I hear the hounds howl in pain, the same pain I feel, only it probably kills them. It was that pain that saved my life.
I was nine years old when I lost my family.
YOU KNOW THAT SENSIBLE SELLS
so could you kindly shut up
conradulations you just met HK and all because I OWN THE PLACE! you've been missing out for 16 years but no longer! i've been RPing for TWO YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS… ROUGHLY and that explains why i'm on the SEMI-EXPERT level in the RP hall of fame! my play-by is ANNA SOPHIA ROBB of course and i've just got to say THE PASSWORD FROM THE RULES! see how great i am for yourself;:;
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