Violet Tenbrook
Oct 5, 2014 15:36:50 GMT -5
Post by Violet Tenbrook on Oct 5, 2014 15:36:50 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Violet Marie Tenbrook
Nicknames: Vi
Age: 15
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Teleportation; she can move from one place to another instantly. It is easier for her to do if she has been to the place, but it is possible to teleport somewhere from a picture or detailed description. She can not just go somewhere from the name of the place. She can only travel a few miles at a time. After she teleports, she can have migraines that last from a few minutes, to several hours depending on the distance she travels.
Play By: Taylor Momsen (When she was younger)The DetailsHair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Any Piercings? Just her ears
Any Tattoos? Nope
Any Scars? One on her leg from when she fell out of a tree.
General Appearance: Violet has naturally wavy hair that she either straitens or curls depending on the day. When strait it goes down to about the center of her back. On bad hair days she wears her hair in a bun. Her skin is quite pale and burns easily. In the summer months, she gets freckles on her nose and cheeks. She rarely wears any makeup, except the occasional mascara or lip gloss. She had braces when she was younger, leaving her teeth fairly strait. Her back is not quite as strait. Most of the time she slouches over, trying to make herself take up as little space is possible.
Violet is about 5'7" in height and weighs around 130 pounds. She has some nice curves, but she doesn't realize it. She often wears clothes that cover most of them up. She hates skirts, though she will where dresses for formal occasions. Most of her tops are either sweaters or cardigans and she doesn't own pants that aren't jeans. She wears a pair of brown glasses, but only uses them to read. Most of the time she wears sandals, but owns a few pairs of boots she uses in the winter time.
Personality: Despite what many think, Violet Tenbrook can speak. And she does; quite often actually. She has no idea where that rumor came from. With one or two people she can hold a full conversation. With friends she is sweet, caring, and even funny. Her only problem is once she's in a big group, her brain hits the silent button. Sadly, school is mostly made up of large groups. She can never find a way to speak without interrupting anyone. It seems as if as soon as someone finishes a sentence, the next person just continues with no space in between. It also gets hard for her to follow these types of conversations, so most of the times it's best for her to not even try.
Not being able to voice her opinion really messes with her self confidence. She never thinks of herself as important to anyone. Violet is a generally forgetful person. To remember things she has to physically do them; use her hands. She can't remember much if it's just spoken or written down. This makes her have to work much harder in her academic classes. She doesn't really mind though. studying gives her something to do. She often daydreams to pass the time as well. She always thinks about writing down her thoughts, but never ends up doing it. Most of what she writes are short stories that are only a few pages long. They express her feelings, but in a very abstract way. Only she can decipher their true meanings. Her lack of organization makes it nearly impossible to find a complete story. One half might be on her desk, and the other in between couch cushions. She appears neat, but she really just shoves her clutter in places where it can't be seen.
Violet has always been an outdoorsy person. She loves sitting in the woods listening to the sounds of nature, or reading quietly by the pond. Violet loves to go hiking. She's never been that athletic though, so she never goes on any of the tougher trails. She hasn't gone at all recently though because it feels weird to be alone. She reads, like a lot. She usually goes through two books a week. She loves reading fantasy, but she tries to get in a diversity of books.Your VicesLikes: Music, writing, reading, photography, sleep, the smell of a campfire, warm blankets and soup on a cold day.
Dislikes: Humidity, any large groups, bright lights/colors, spicy food, and cats(she's allergic)
Strengths: anything creative, learning new things, and scrabble.
Weaknesses: Any kind of physical activity, being social in large groups, self confidence
Fears: heights, public speaking, things of the creepy crawly nature.
Secret: She would never take her own life to save someone else's; even someone she loved.Family TiesFather: Mathew Tenbrook
Mother: Diana Tenbrook
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People: Her guinea pig named Charles.HistoryViolet was born in a small town in Maine. Her parents got married right out high school. She was born when they were still in their early twenties. Her mother, Diana, was a waitress by day, college student by night. It left little time for an infant. Her father, Mathew, worked at a library, but he got permission to let the baby stay in the back room. Violet became very close to her dad this way. He would read her stories whenever he had a spare moment.
Being surrounded by books, Violet could read most picture books by age three. When she was old enough to start kindergarten, she had gotten down addition and subtraction as well. The teacher moved her to a first grade class after a month of school.
She wasn't too intimidated by the older kids. All her life she had only ever spoken to people older than her. She was more comfortable than when she was in the kindergarten class. Making friends was pretty easy for her back then too. She had a group of people who would sit with her at lunch and play tag at recess. After school she would go to the library and read until her dad's shift ended. Then he would drive them home, make dinner, and she would go to bed. On weekends her and her dad would go on hiking trips. That's how Violet's life went all through elemenatary school.
By middle school, Violet felt like the only one who still liked going there. Her friends would always complain about teachers and homework that she didn't mind at all. She would always nod her head and agree. She even occasionally made up her own insults in a sad attempt to fit in. That year, Mathew's boss decided that she was too old to stay in the back room after school. Instead she stayed home alone. At first she tried watching T.V, but it mostly just bored her even more. Soon though, she found her father's personal book collection. By the end of sixth grade, she had read every book on his shelf twice.
One day when she was eleven, she had decided to take a walk after school to pass the time. She was trying to go to one of her friend's houses. She assumed she could get there on her own. Her parents had driven her there plenty of times. Apparently she didn't watch carefully enough because she got lost almost immediately. Soon she was on the other side of town, feeling frustrated and exhausted. She tried to calm down by closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. She tried to figure out exactly where she needed to go. When she opened her eyes, she was there. A few days after that, Someone from Hammel arrived at her house to take her.
She wanted her family to come with her to the school, but her parents couldn't afford the move. The only family she could take with her was Charles, her dad's elderly guinea pig that he had owned since she was 6. Once she arrived at Hammel, she realized making friends wasn't as easy as it used to be. At the beginning she tried, with out success. For the next few years, she gave up and secluded herself to her room. This year though she made a promise to herself to make some friends and improve her grades.Roleplay Example(A bit of background knowledge: Elody was partially responsible for her twin's death when they were children. Now in her twenties, she is haunted by hallucinations of her lost sister. This is about an average length post for me.)
Elody heaved up the stairs, carrying about five bags of groceries to her fourth story apartment. She slowly climbed step by step, pondering if the universe was working against her. "Why did the elevators have to brake today?" she asked herself quietly. When she finally dropped the plastic bags and her doorstep, she was panting like a dog. She unlocked the door, and fell face first on to her couch. She didn't even bother to move the food from her doorway. She made the mistake of clearing her mind and enjoying the peace of her solitude. She should know better than to think peace could ever last.
It started out as soft cry, a plead for help. She tried to block it out, but it continued on until loud screams filled her consciousness. She was scared to look up from the pillow her head rested on. Instead she took it and used it to cover her ears. She was too deep into the trance to realize that that would be no help for her. The shrieks began to fade a few minutes later. She looked up only to see her sister covered in blood staring at her. She gasped; a failed attempt at screaming.
"You did this to me." she whispered into Elody's mind. The words echoed through her head, though the projection of her twin still hadn't moved her lips. A tear smudged the blood on her face as she ran away. Elody ran after her, though she didn't want to. It was like her legs were moving themselves forward. She sprinted down the stairs and out onto the street. She barely perceived anything going on around her; the fact that it had started raining, that she was running through incoming traffic, or the sound of heavy footsteps following her. Even if she did notice, at this point she didn't care.
It took her a while before she knew where her legs were taking her. It took only a few minutes to reach the cliff they had been playing on the night it happened. The blood on her sister's body had disappeared. It was exactly the same. She even felt like a child again. She raced up to her twin, to hug her and tell her she was sorry. And just like that night, her sister tripped and fell over the edge, falling on to the rocks below. Elody looked over the edge at body, ready to throw herself over and suffer the punishment for what she had done. One foot was hovering over the side when she regained control. She quickly pulled back her foot and tucked herself into a ball on the ground. She couldn't tell if she was still crying, or if it was just the rain.What About You?Name: NeyRey
Age: 15
Experience: On and off for three years.
How Did You Find Us? One of my friends said she was thinking about joining (She never did, or maybe she's just procrastinating.)
Ready To Play? Of course I am! Why else would I be here?
