Post by lu on Mar 15, 2009 11:35:48 GMT -5
* INDIGO natalia BLUES !
* who i am
NAME: indigo natalia blues.
AGE: seventeen.
RESIDENCE: neptune.
ETHNICITY: caucasion of mixed heritage.
CELEB: kate nash
ORIGINAL OR CANON?: original.
* outs
[/color]ide[/color][/i] looki[/i]ng in[/center][/size][/font][/b]HAIR: a darker red brown, about medium length, and fairly wavey/curly.
EYES: brown, expressive.
HEIGHT: five feet, four inches.
GENERAL APPERANCE:
With a unique take on style Indigo has often been referred to as having a more retro taste, then again the sixties, seventies, & eighties were indeed pretty amazing. It's not uncommon to find Ms. Blues scowering thrift stores in search of something that is sure to suit her fancy. It's also not shocking to see her clashing new school with old school just for the sake of so called "fashion". Her sense of apparel no doubt comes from her mother, after all once a flower child, always a flower child. Another thing Indi can greatly thank her mother for is a simply curvy figure, full but slender, and somewhat short. On the other end of the gene pool the teen inherited her father's hair and eyes, in fact she is the only one out of three children to do so. Instead of her mother's crystal blues and dirty blond straight as sin hair Indi got her father's ever curling red, brown hair & mud brown eyes. A unique girl in both look and personality.
* wha
[/i]t i[/i]ve beco[/color][/i]me[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]LIKES:
- music.
- writing.
- reading.
- traveling.
- the ocean.
- the boardwalk.
DISLIKES:
- cars.
- meat.
- school.
- dentists.
- annoyances.
- short stories.
FEARS:
- fire.
- cars.
- crowds.
- hieghts.
- being followed.
GOALS:
- to graduate early.
- to earn a scholarship for college.
- to get over what has happened in order to move on.
PERSONALITY:
Some tend to think of Indigo as bipolar because of how it seems that she changes so quickly. Really she is not, more or less she's just different for different people. Around her friends she's in your face, childish, happy, hyper, and some have called her a loaded gun. To strangers she's shy, withdrawn, and not in the least bit talkative. So which one is the real Indigo Blues? Both. It a simple matter of comfort levels. Around her friends she can be herself, be careless, be more or less a "wild child". However around strangers she feels self conscious, like every move she makes is being watched, naturally making her more cautious. It just takes time for her to trust and acclimate to others, but once you earn that trust you'll never be sorry 'cause you'll have a friend for life.
It's simply in her nature to be a cautious person, though a trusting nature coincides within her allowing her to be thoughtful, yet adventurous. One things for sure once you put your trust in her she'll never let you down. Secrets are best kept with her as she's never been one for gossip or the like. Being level headed comes in handy in times of pressure and a seeming calmness about her seems to spread to others like the plague. And her laugh, her laugh is infectious, bubbly, yet humble it makes other joyful too. Everything about her screams that she aims to please everyone and anyone, but what about herself. It seems easy to say that she thinks of herself as a secondary concern...
* come
[/i] a little closer[/center][/size][/font][/b]PARENTS:
- gregory gerald blues, forty, mechanic, deceased.
- alyssa lane blues, thirty-nine, waitress, deceased.
SIBLINGS:
- james mathias blues, twenty-two, choreographer, college student.
- madison may blues, four, adorable, living with aunt.
OTHER RELATIVES:
- jane analay wellz, aunt, twenty-four, secratary, lives in nevada.
- rodger martin blues, thirty-two, real estate agent, lives in neptune.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY:
I was born in Reno, Nevada from parents who were not. The lower class life in that town had never been the best but it always managed to get my family by. I was born to Gregory & Alyssa Blues, they weren't wealthy in the least, but they were happy. They married when my mother was seven months pregnant with my older brother, both of them in their late teens with no real job experience. My father took up a job with a garage near our house and my mother, as soon as my brother was old enough to be left with a sitter, took up a job at local diner to help make ends meet. Five years later I came along and though unexpected was happily welcomed into the world and my family. Things got harder before it got easier for my parents, but some how they always seemed to make things work.
From the time I can remember I always had a sitter, well until my brother turned thirteen, which is when he took over the role of baby sitter quite happily. My brother and I have always gotten along, it's always been like I've had a guardian & a second mother. My parents always went to work early and got out late so for much of my life it was just my brother and I, making the best of things and some how we always did. My brother was off to college when I turned thirteen and then came Maddy. A beautiful blue eyed, dirty blond, look-a-like of my mother. That's when I took over the job of sitter. To tell you the truth it was then that I realized why my brother and I were so close, because every time I look at that little girl cute little face I see the same looks I used to give James when we were little.
Everything changed a year ago, my whole world flipped upside down & inside out. My family and I were on our way to visit Jame at college in Neptune when a car crossed the line and came smack dab into us. My parents died instantly while Madison & I spent a good deal of time in intensive care. My collar bone had been shattered, my leg snapped, & one of my lungs nearly crushed, Maddy had broken an arm and was left in a coma for three months. Maddy left the hospital along with me, though as she went with my aunt I was sent to a psychiatric hospital where I underwent intensive therapy, both physical & other wise. I was there was two months and then went to live with my aunt and Maddy in Reno.
My aunt couldn't make ends meet for all of us, and even when I got a part time job the bills from the hospital just kept putting us under. Aunt Jane called Uncle Rodger and he paid most of the bill from the hospital. It was then decided that I would go live with him in Neptune. Because he traveled a lot Uncle Rodge pulled some strings and set me up in a dorm room at Hearst College while I attended Neptune High. I've been here for about two weeks and already am trying to think of ways to get back to Reno. At least now I'm practically living next store to James. However still having a leg brace and a few scars from reconstructive surgery isn't helping things in the least. Plus I keep having these night terrors about the accident where pretty much all I see is fire, kind of giving me a phobia.
* wha
[/i]t i can do[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The restless city; New York City, the place Crystabella called home, the only place she new she could live unnoticed, undetected, unsuspected. This was the city of crime, people died and went missing every day, so really what was another dead body in the eyes of good old NYC? A thud upon the ground signaled the finishing of yet another meal for the vampriss, yet another death at her hands. However the thirst still consumed her, she needed more, more fuel for that never ending fire that had claimed her all those years ago. With a thirsty like none other her tongue peered from behind extended fangs to lick away what ever stray droplets had sought refuge upon her lips. There was always one defining thing about Crysta's feeding technique there always seemed to be a signature of sorts, the scene so immaculate it was sickening. All that was left when she was finished was a corpse and two tiny puncture wounds. No single spec of blood left behind except for the final drop which lay inside the corpse itself, unwilling to come out and play.
In a savage nature, like that of a beast her head lifted to the sky, nostrils flared, and the air surrounding her was inhaled searching for the scent she so adored; the scent of blood coursing through veins. A scent so familiar, so strong that it made her sick to even think of. Crystabella-Lavina was desperate for more, desperate for more than her share of the metaphorical pie. However this time a weak, crazy homeless hobo would not do, no this time she needed something stronger, something...more. Eyes looked crazed and she inhaled again desperate to find what she so desperately wanted. Like the pull of a trigger her head whipped to the side in the direction of what she so craved. In lithe, fast movements Crystabella was standing in the shadow of the central park foot tunnel. Seemingly near glowing eyes watched as several boys messed with a young girl, the girl fighting back, clutching her purse and swinging as they neared her. Nostrils flared again to take in the scent of the humans and the blood which coursed through their veins.
Eyes and jar set and hardened as fury brewed within her, it was time to act. Faster than the mere mortals could conceive she was upon them. A demonic like hiss escaped her furiously in the direction of the young men, the thugs, who now stood before her as she took a defensive stance between them and the young girl. Teeth bared as she practically roared at them her stance and manner would have been enough to tell any other creature like her that this was hers. Scared witless the boys ran off and in turn Crysta turned to face the girl walking straight toward her. Hand clasped around the mortal's neck as Crystabella raised the being off the ground. Tears flooded the human's eyes as she pleaded and struggled. In one savage movement Crys inclined her head and punctured the girl's neck, drinking her near to the last drop.
When she finished Crysta eased the girl to the ground so that she was half sitting, lip, back against the wall. "You deserved better than this..." Crys whispered in the lifeless body's ear, a sob ripping through her chest as she crouched before the corpse that was her kill. There was only one last thing to do for the night, now that her thirst was satisfied the justice for the formerly assaulted girl. Rising and straightening Crystabella-Lavina stalked off in the direction the thugs had run, the single phrase "hell hath no fury like a woman scorn..." crossing her lips in a whisper as she set out to take care of unfinished business for the dead...
tag; open to anyone
notes;
anger, lust, & primal instinct. what's better than that?
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[/i] real me[/i][/center][/size][/font][/b]NAME: call me lu...
AGE: wouldn't you like to know...
EXPERIENCE: just about six years...
ANYTHING ELSE: blah!...[/size]
