Post by zezrae on Jan 16, 2009 21:24:33 GMT 10
[/size]`Zezrae Adora Sorell !!!
vivacious``animated``scheming
Name:Zezrae Adora Sorell
Nickname(s):Zez, Zezzie, Z (Rae-Rae by her family only)
Major:Visual Arts
Age:18
Grade:Freshman
Birthdate:September 25th, 1990
Orientation: Straight (but curious!)
Location: (before WUofA) Boston Massachusetts
`Appearance ,,
Standing at and perfect five foot seven, Zezrae has a head full of long, curly brunette hair with pink streaks. Though her hair is obviously dyed, it is not to the extent that it looks horrid on her as her lightly tanned skin takes away from what could be an atrocity on some people. In fact, the hair suits her as she is naturally a dirty blond or a light brunette the shade of brown she has chosen is not too far off.
Rarely seen with her hair up, this girl has lush curls that frame her face and bring out the almond shape of her chocolate brown eyes, the high slash of her cheekbones and full pout of her lips. Those curls even help to diminish the width of her pierced nose.
Zez’s body is lithe and fit but not as shapely as those stick thin girls with the large racks. She had the body of an athlete with long willowy muscles and a thick but toned body. This is not to say that she is fat. Quite the contrary, Zez possesses only a bit of padding in a thin layer spread over her entire body. She’s got a little meat on her bones, you could say, and she’s happy with that.
Standing at and perfect five foot seven, Zezrae has a head full of long, curly brunette hair with pink streaks. Though her hair is obviously dyed, it is not to the extent that it looks horrid on her as her lightly tanned skin takes away from what could be an atrocity on some people. In fact, the hair suits her as she is naturally a dirty blond or a light brunette the shade of brown she has chosen is not too far off.
Rarely seen with her hair up, this girl has lush curls that frame her face and bring out the almond shape of her chocolate brown eyes, the high slash of her cheekbones and full pout of her lips. Those curls even help to diminish the width of her pierced nose.
Zez’s body is lithe and fit but not as shapely as those stick thin girls with the large racks. She had the body of an athlete with long willowy muscles and a thick but toned body. This is not to say that she is fat. Quite the contrary, Zez possesses only a bit of padding in a thin layer spread over her entire body. She’s got a little meat on her bones, you could say, and she’s happy with that.
Best Feature: 'I just love my eyes. Hell, I just like eyes altogether. I think they are the one feature that reveals the most about a person. I know it's cliche but you really can see into someone's soul through those things.'
Worst Feature: 'If I had the money for it I would totally get a nosejob. I hate my shnoz! It may as well be an elephant trunk for Christ's sake. Have you seen how wide this honker is?'[/size]
`Personality ,,
``vivacious``
Zez is one of those bubbly, lively people who is always on the go and is always up for a good time. She wants to experience life and all it has to offer. This could mean anything from drink and drug to skydiving to cheating.
Many people see this as a fearlessness or an uncaring personality. But it's not about anyone else. Zez feels that life is only worth living if you live for yourself, if you live for your happiness. But what trouble could this make for the naive little freshman?
``animated``
Many of her friends back home would consider Z to be animated because of the way that she comes at her life as well as the way that she carries herself. When excited, Zez will talk with her hands and use sound effects to covey what she needs to share with another person. Of course this goes hand in hand with her body language and facial expressions.
``scheming``
With a bubbly demeanor, it's hard to imagine that Zez could be vengeful but that is usually how it works isn't it? It's always the ones that you least expect. So while it is hard to piss her off, when it comes right down to it Zez will not let up. Usually this behavior is centered around those that she calls her friends but could flare up if someone pushed her enough. And then she has a one track mind and the train that rides that rail is one called revenge.
``vivacious``
Zez is one of those bubbly, lively people who is always on the go and is always up for a good time. She wants to experience life and all it has to offer. This could mean anything from drink and drug to skydiving to cheating.
Many people see this as a fearlessness or an uncaring personality. But it's not about anyone else. Zez feels that life is only worth living if you live for yourself, if you live for your happiness. But what trouble could this make for the naive little freshman?
``animated``
Many of her friends back home would consider Z to be animated because of the way that she comes at her life as well as the way that she carries herself. When excited, Zez will talk with her hands and use sound effects to covey what she needs to share with another person. Of course this goes hand in hand with her body language and facial expressions.
``scheming``
With a bubbly demeanor, it's hard to imagine that Zez could be vengeful but that is usually how it works isn't it? It's always the ones that you least expect. So while it is hard to piss her off, when it comes right down to it Zez will not let up. Usually this behavior is centered around those that she calls her friends but could flare up if someone pushed her enough. And then she has a one track mind and the train that rides that rail is one called revenge.
Likes:
- Being a Pescetarian ~ 'I'm a vegetarian that eats fish.'
- Sushi ~ 'I love Spicy Tuna Hand rolls.'
- Pepsi ~ 'None of that diet crap!'
- Music ~ 'Oh, Gods! Anything from classic to hard rock to country and back again.'
- Reading ~ 'Do I have to pick one genre? I'll read anything I can get my hands on.'
- Attention ~ 'Okay, so I shouldn't admit this but I love being the center of attention.'
- Religions ~ 'While I may be Pagan, I think there is beauty in all belief systems and I want to learn about as many of them as I can. Sick hobby, huh?'
- Adventure ~ 'Give me something new to do every day and I will be the happiest girl on the planet.'
Dislikes:
- Bigotry ~ 'Need I say anything on this one?'
- Meat ~ 'I know I eat fish but... animal flesh? Ew, just ew.'
- Driving slow ~ 'There are better things to do than sit in a car. I want to get where I need to be and I want to do it as fast as possible.'
- Being late ~ 'I know I should get up five minutes earlier but damn I love my sleep.'
- Burned coffee ~ 'There is nothing worse than buying a cup of coffee only to taste it and have it burnt.'
- Banana chips ~ 'These are neither bananas nor chips. Sure, they used to be bananas but they are just banana flavored chunks of cardboard.'
- Mathematics ~ 'Give me English any day. I hate the numbers game. The rules just don't make sense to me.'
- Yappy dogs ~ 'Okay, so I am an animal person but those little kneebiters are annoying as hell.'
Positive Traits:
- ``gregarious``
Zez loves being around people and is sociable. She is seemingly able to insert herself in many different groups of people and coexist with them easily. While it looks easy, it actually has to work at this. But she feels it's worth it because in the end she has a menagerie of people to call friends. - ``compassionate``
Zez loves people, animals, the earth... hell, she even loves bugs. She has the ability to empathize with others and her kindness in this area can show no bounds, until she gets bored because after all, people can only take so much. - ``creative``
Creativity brought her here and creativity will get her out. Okay, maybe not that dramatic but Zez is a talented artist. Her dream is to first teach art to Autistic children as therapy and then 'retire' to her own art studio.
Negative Traits:
- ``frank``
This can be a positive and a negative thing as Zez shares her thoughts without reproach. She doesn't do it to hurt people (usually). She does it because she doesn't think before she speaks. While she is working on this, Zez still seems to offend more than impress. - ``stubborn``
When Z sets her mind to something it's near impossible to change her desired course of action. While this helps for the tenacity needed to complete hard courses it does not help when she is being irrational. So when that little head of hers is heading down a dangerous path it will take a lot of talking, convincing and even pleading to make Z change her mind. - ``selfish``
Zez can sometimes have a problem with just not caring. She wants what she wants and she works to get it, even at the expense of others. This doesn't come up often and usually only happens with people she doesn't care about. In the end, it boils down to her giving and giving until she can't give anymore and then Zez takes, takes, takes.
Greatest Ambition: To become an art therapist. But first she wants to get the art down.
Greatest Fear: Abandonment (in any of its forms). Narrowing it down to one word is easy, it's facing it that's hard.[/size]
`History ,,
Dear Diary, Dear Journal, The hell with it!
I guess I should just start off by saying that I love my family but my father is another story. He didn’t care enough about me or Shaitan enough to stick around when he found out that my little brother was diagnosed with Autism. Since I was the first born and female, he had stuck through with my mom until Shaitan was born and then two years after. He was so happy to have a little boy, even I could see that and I was only four years old. How my memories are so clear about this, I don’t know. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that his leaving scarred me so much.
So when they took Shaitan to the pediatrician for his check ups and when the pediatrician had told my Mom about how Shaitan’s development was delayed, my father was enraged. He blamed my mom for the fact that my two year old brother couldn’t talk. He blamed me, a six year old, for being a female. How someone could do that to their own children, I will never understand. I guess that’s why his leaving was a relief more than it was anything else.
Sure, my mom was destroyed. Vince was her soul mate and when he left her and us kids, she never got over it. Instead, she threw herself into her work and got up enough money to keep us kids healthy and whole. All the while, I became a surrogate to Shai. I was the one that took him to his appointments with the Speech and Language Therapists, Early Intervention Specialists and other random doctors. I was the one that did all this because mom was busy trying to earn enough money to take care of us. She would work double or even triple shifts. The years were hard but at least we made it through as a ‘family minus one’.
On my sixteenth birthday, mom and I decided that I would go to college. I fought with her about it for a whole year before until she finally got me to give in. She wanted me to make something of myself. She didn’t want me to be like her... ‘an uneducated crone’ she called herself. I had refused to go to college because I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving mom and Shai alone. How could I? Shai still wouldn’t talk to anyone other than mom and me. But she thought if we were to get him prepared, they would be fine. So, on my birthday, we told Shai I was going to be leaving.
We had two years to prepare him and yet I still feel guilty. But mom had saved up money from the time we were each born and there was enough for at least the first two years. I would work off of financial aid, she said, and I would have a part time job to help cover any extra costs. Shaitan would be fine... two years was enough time.
So before I left the house yesterday and headed out in my beat up old baby blue Volkswagen Beetle, I was surprised by Shai’s reaction. He smiled at me.
That is the smile I am going to work for. That is the smile that I am going to succeed for. That is the smile that has always ruled my life and now that I am leaving it behind, I am smiling when I feel like crying.
I guess I should just start off by saying that I love my family but my father is another story. He didn’t care enough about me or Shaitan enough to stick around when he found out that my little brother was diagnosed with Autism. Since I was the first born and female, he had stuck through with my mom until Shaitan was born and then two years after. He was so happy to have a little boy, even I could see that and I was only four years old. How my memories are so clear about this, I don’t know. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that his leaving scarred me so much.
So when they took Shaitan to the pediatrician for his check ups and when the pediatrician had told my Mom about how Shaitan’s development was delayed, my father was enraged. He blamed my mom for the fact that my two year old brother couldn’t talk. He blamed me, a six year old, for being a female. How someone could do that to their own children, I will never understand. I guess that’s why his leaving was a relief more than it was anything else.
Sure, my mom was destroyed. Vince was her soul mate and when he left her and us kids, she never got over it. Instead, she threw herself into her work and got up enough money to keep us kids healthy and whole. All the while, I became a surrogate to Shai. I was the one that took him to his appointments with the Speech and Language Therapists, Early Intervention Specialists and other random doctors. I was the one that did all this because mom was busy trying to earn enough money to take care of us. She would work double or even triple shifts. The years were hard but at least we made it through as a ‘family minus one’.
On my sixteenth birthday, mom and I decided that I would go to college. I fought with her about it for a whole year before until she finally got me to give in. She wanted me to make something of myself. She didn’t want me to be like her... ‘an uneducated crone’ she called herself. I had refused to go to college because I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving mom and Shai alone. How could I? Shai still wouldn’t talk to anyone other than mom and me. But she thought if we were to get him prepared, they would be fine. So, on my birthday, we told Shai I was going to be leaving.
We had two years to prepare him and yet I still feel guilty. But mom had saved up money from the time we were each born and there was enough for at least the first two years. I would work off of financial aid, she said, and I would have a part time job to help cover any extra costs. Shaitan would be fine... two years was enough time.
So before I left the house yesterday and headed out in my beat up old baby blue Volkswagen Beetle, I was surprised by Shai’s reaction. He smiled at me.
That is the smile I am going to work for. That is the smile that I am going to succeed for. That is the smile that has always ruled my life and now that I am leaving it behind, I am smiling when I feel like crying.
Best Memory: Shaitan and I went to the arts and crafts story when he was twelve. I needed to pick up some acrylic paint. But instead of picking out paint, we ended up in the sculpting section. I spent all the money that I had earned at my crappy burger flipping job on sculpy. When we got home... Well, it was the first time that mom had ever seen Shai smile. After we sent him to bed, mom and I baked his creations as tears dripped down our cheeks.
Worst Memory: When dad came for Shai's eighth birthday. He wanted to take my brother out for pizza. Apparently he assumed that as Shai grew up he was just going to 'turn normal'. But my brother didn't know him so... well, Shai bit our damned father. Next thing I knew, Shai was holding the growing red hand-shaped welt on his face and our father was screaming at him. I tried to break it up, tried to get in between... It didn't end well. But the bastard ended up in jail and he's not bothered us since.
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`Writing Skill ,,
Written for my own site on December 22nd.
She was livid as she spoke harshly into the phone. Her normally lyrical voice ended up sounding something like nails on a chalkboard. It was too the point that the maids in the house were moving swiftly up the stairs to avoid the coming backlash, without worry about the ears of the person to which she was actually speaking.
“What the hell do you mean, you’re not coming tonight! You damn well know that I can NOT be seen alone. This is ridiculous!”
There was a short pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke but by the length of the pause, it was obvious that she was speaking over the person.
“I am Cosette Fucking Pierce! I am not some little girl that you can push aside and then call back up when you need to be seen, you asshole. If you are not escorting me to Avandrya tonight, then I do not want to see your face in this town again. Do I make myself clear?!”
By now her harsh voice had turned into a scream. She was holding nothing back and the person on the other line may as well have bleeding ears for the way she was reacting to the news that she would be alone. But then, there was silence.
Cosette pulled the phone away from her ear slowly before calmly closing the flip and throwing the cell on the couch. Rubbing her temples with closed eyes, she shook head back and forth before stomping her foot on the floor like a bad tempered child.
It was then that she screamed, if you could call it that. It was the sound of a banshee, a harpy tearing through the walls of the house to reach the servants ears. Oh, yes, she was pissed but more than that, more than she would tell anyone, Cosette was heartbroken. She had lost another friend and how could that have happened? She was Cosette Fucking Pierce after all.
Howling out of the living room and up the stairs, to the dismay of the staff, Cosette headed for her room. The two maids that had made their way up the stairs before the screaming started had to scramble to the sides of the hall to allow the princess to pass. They knew what it was like when she got like this. They knew that they would be spending hours picking up her clothes and putting them in place, running to the fanciest shops to replace the ruined bedspreads and pillows and even to the designer cosmetic boutiques to replace broken makeup in her bathroom. Yes indeed, the poor women really had to work to earn their keep in the Pierce household.
But this time, Cosette surprised them. She had rushed to her room and she did toss clothes around but she hadn’t destroyed a thing. This time, she was calmer, they thought as they picked up after the hurricane that was Mr. Pierce’s only child. They were shocked when her makeup was intact and they wrote it off to the master of the household laying down the law.
What they didn’t know is that Cosette actually had to pay for the things that were being destroyed. It was a new thing her father had created to teach his daughter some form of humility and respect. The concept was lost on the girl but money was not. She knew that she liked it, she knew that she wanted it and when she had it, she wanted more. So, Cosette was doing her best not to destroy things anymore... But she wasn’t sure how long she could make that promise with herself. It was either destroy the pillows or something else. She wasn’t sure how long she could actually contain herself and that was the real problem.
So instead of destroying, Cosette had busied her raging self by getting ready. She would show that rat bastard of a boyfriend that she didn’t need him. She would go to Avandrya alone (GASP! THE HORROR!) and she would find someone to dance with. She would find someone to take home. And she would annoy the piss out of that bitch of a bouncer, Kalypsa.
“What the hell kind of name is Kalypsa anyway,” she seethed as she applied foundation over her flawless face. “And what is with the sunglasses at night. Someone aught to teach that bitch a lesson.”
So, with her rage redirected, Cosette finished getting ready to go out. She finished applying her face. She finished dressing to the nines. She finished her hair. And when she was finished with it all, she put on a bitter smile and flounced down the stairs while ignoring the hired help. She didn’t have time to socialize with the likes of them anyway.
Too bad Cosette couldn’t be bothered turning around to say goodbye to the women that had cared for her for years... If she did, she would have seen the women that had once loved her flipping her the bird behind her back. For shame!!!
[/size][/center]Written for my own site on December 22nd.
She was livid as she spoke harshly into the phone. Her normally lyrical voice ended up sounding something like nails on a chalkboard. It was too the point that the maids in the house were moving swiftly up the stairs to avoid the coming backlash, without worry about the ears of the person to which she was actually speaking.
“What the hell do you mean, you’re not coming tonight! You damn well know that I can NOT be seen alone. This is ridiculous!”
There was a short pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke but by the length of the pause, it was obvious that she was speaking over the person.
“I am Cosette Fucking Pierce! I am not some little girl that you can push aside and then call back up when you need to be seen, you asshole. If you are not escorting me to Avandrya tonight, then I do not want to see your face in this town again. Do I make myself clear?!”
By now her harsh voice had turned into a scream. She was holding nothing back and the person on the other line may as well have bleeding ears for the way she was reacting to the news that she would be alone. But then, there was silence.
Cosette pulled the phone away from her ear slowly before calmly closing the flip and throwing the cell on the couch. Rubbing her temples with closed eyes, she shook head back and forth before stomping her foot on the floor like a bad tempered child.
It was then that she screamed, if you could call it that. It was the sound of a banshee, a harpy tearing through the walls of the house to reach the servants ears. Oh, yes, she was pissed but more than that, more than she would tell anyone, Cosette was heartbroken. She had lost another friend and how could that have happened? She was Cosette Fucking Pierce after all.
Howling out of the living room and up the stairs, to the dismay of the staff, Cosette headed for her room. The two maids that had made their way up the stairs before the screaming started had to scramble to the sides of the hall to allow the princess to pass. They knew what it was like when she got like this. They knew that they would be spending hours picking up her clothes and putting them in place, running to the fanciest shops to replace the ruined bedspreads and pillows and even to the designer cosmetic boutiques to replace broken makeup in her bathroom. Yes indeed, the poor women really had to work to earn their keep in the Pierce household.
But this time, Cosette surprised them. She had rushed to her room and she did toss clothes around but she hadn’t destroyed a thing. This time, she was calmer, they thought as they picked up after the hurricane that was Mr. Pierce’s only child. They were shocked when her makeup was intact and they wrote it off to the master of the household laying down the law.
What they didn’t know is that Cosette actually had to pay for the things that were being destroyed. It was a new thing her father had created to teach his daughter some form of humility and respect. The concept was lost on the girl but money was not. She knew that she liked it, she knew that she wanted it and when she had it, she wanted more. So, Cosette was doing her best not to destroy things anymore... But she wasn’t sure how long she could make that promise with herself. It was either destroy the pillows or something else. She wasn’t sure how long she could actually contain herself and that was the real problem.
So instead of destroying, Cosette had busied her raging self by getting ready. She would show that rat bastard of a boyfriend that she didn’t need him. She would go to Avandrya alone (GASP! THE HORROR!) and she would find someone to dance with. She would find someone to take home. And she would annoy the piss out of that bitch of a bouncer, Kalypsa.
“What the hell kind of name is Kalypsa anyway,” she seethed as she applied foundation over her flawless face. “And what is with the sunglasses at night. Someone aught to teach that bitch a lesson.”
So, with her rage redirected, Cosette finished getting ready to go out. She finished applying her face. She finished dressing to the nines. She finished her hair. And when she was finished with it all, she put on a bitter smile and flounced down the stairs while ignoring the hired help. She didn’t have time to socialize with the likes of them anyway.
Too bad Cosette couldn’t be bothered turning around to say goodbye to the women that had cared for her for years... If she did, she would have seen the women that had once loved her flipping her the bird behind her back. For shame!!!
`Behind The Character ,,
Name:Gabby
Age:Do I really have to say? I'm OOOOOOOLD! Fine. 29. Happy now?
Role-playing experience: 15 years. Almost 16...
How you found us:Browsing through adverts from my own site and then adverts on the other sites and then... you get the jiff. I was 'chain' browsing.
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