Post by adelaide on Jan 9, 2009 10:01:28 GMT 10
[/size]`Raleigh Dorian Grey !!!
skittish. poetic. compassionate.
Name: Raleigh Dorian Grey
Nickname(s): Ralls, Rabbit, Red, Dori
Major: Music
Age: Nineteen
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: March 17, 1989
Orientation: Straight - more asexual, however.
Location: Dun Laoghaire, Ireland
`Appearance ,,
At first glance, one would simply call Raleigh petite. She's small for her size - standing only about five feet tall, and about as big around as a stick. She's boyishly proportioned, with not much curves to her at all, but she likes it that way. Keeps most eyes off of her, although she's got a pretty face, that's for sure. Very pale, with a few sparse freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks, Raleigh embraces her more "classically beautiful" look - she doesn't have your typical "American Girl" thing going on.
Frankly, she's a sort of hypocrisy in herself. Youthful features can usually hide wiser, almost sad eyes. Those Mediterranean-blue eyes are usually covered in eyeliner and mascara - she never leaves the house without either of those two crucial makeup elements. Full of expressions, she's not afraid to make goofy faces in front of the camera, although it's more common to see her with a thoughtful look on her face, usually spacing off into the distance.
Although shoulder-length wavy locks are a natural bright auburn, Raleigh enjoys changing up her hair colour, switching from dark brunet to ginger to pale blonde at a whim. She's got more of a hippie's vibe going on, her choice of fashion style being vintage, kitschy, and twee. Raleigh will splurge on shoes though, make no mistake. She's a compulsive shoe-buyer: if it fits, she'll take it, whether she has the funds or not. Most of her clothes are purchased from local second-hand stores, considering she doesn't have much left to spend after buying groceries for the week, the occasional shoe spree, and trying to manage the normal college financial crap.
At first glance, one would simply call Raleigh petite. She's small for her size - standing only about five feet tall, and about as big around as a stick. She's boyishly proportioned, with not much curves to her at all, but she likes it that way. Keeps most eyes off of her, although she's got a pretty face, that's for sure. Very pale, with a few sparse freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks, Raleigh embraces her more "classically beautiful" look - she doesn't have your typical "American Girl" thing going on.
Frankly, she's a sort of hypocrisy in herself. Youthful features can usually hide wiser, almost sad eyes. Those Mediterranean-blue eyes are usually covered in eyeliner and mascara - she never leaves the house without either of those two crucial makeup elements. Full of expressions, she's not afraid to make goofy faces in front of the camera, although it's more common to see her with a thoughtful look on her face, usually spacing off into the distance.
Although shoulder-length wavy locks are a natural bright auburn, Raleigh enjoys changing up her hair colour, switching from dark brunet to ginger to pale blonde at a whim. She's got more of a hippie's vibe going on, her choice of fashion style being vintage, kitschy, and twee. Raleigh will splurge on shoes though, make no mistake. She's a compulsive shoe-buyer: if it fits, she'll take it, whether she has the funds or not. Most of her clothes are purchased from local second-hand stores, considering she doesn't have much left to spend after buying groceries for the week, the occasional shoe spree, and trying to manage the normal college financial crap.
Best Feature: I love my hair and my eyes, and I must say that I have a pretty decent sense of fashion. I'm bold with my look, and I have the tendency to take risks.
Worst Feature: While it doesn't bother me, I don't really have boobs or a butt, and I think that turns most guys off. As for what I don't like, I'm not too fond of my arms. They seem rather mannish.[/size]
`Personality ,,
skittish
Raleigh is primarily introverted, keeping to herself, and shying off from others. She will gladly join in fun with others - going to parties, nights out on the town - but prefers to keep to herself, focusing on her music, or with a good book in hand and a cup of tea in the other. Quiet and reserved, it can be difficult to really get to know her. She does not trust others easily, and prefer to keep the conversation directed towards the opposite person, rather than herself. She does not give herself much credit for the work she does, either. Raleigh recognizes her talent, but usually does not see herself as anything outstanding or special.
poetic
Miss Grey is very much in touch with the world around her, and is very intuitive. She is appreciative of all forms of art, although is particularly fond of music, physical art, and both written and spoken verse. She's thoughtful, and finds that she thinks differently than how others do; she views the world differently than many others, breaking free of the "cookie-cutter" kind of thoughts. It is common for her to spend a great amount of time thinking about the world and the way it works, as well as the mind.
compassionate
With a great love for all, Raleigh is eager to open her arms wide to any who are in need of help. She has always believed that people are innately good at heart, despite their actions. She genuinely cares about people, and strives above all else to selflessly serve others. Raleigh shows her love more so through actions, rather than words, and is usually behind the scenes, rather than toward with what she does and how she feels. She is very sensitive to others feelings, and greatly fears hurting someone she cares about. Although it is very common for her to understand what others are thinking and feeling, she prefers not to let on - however, she will speak up if she truly feels like someone is in need of help. Raleigh is a very dependable girl, and has a strong sense of responsibility. She needs positive feedback, and does not take criticism too well. She frequently feels inadequate next to others, and those who know her well know to remind her to give herself some of the warmth and love she shares so freely and passionately.
skittish
Raleigh is primarily introverted, keeping to herself, and shying off from others. She will gladly join in fun with others - going to parties, nights out on the town - but prefers to keep to herself, focusing on her music, or with a good book in hand and a cup of tea in the other. Quiet and reserved, it can be difficult to really get to know her. She does not trust others easily, and prefer to keep the conversation directed towards the opposite person, rather than herself. She does not give herself much credit for the work she does, either. Raleigh recognizes her talent, but usually does not see herself as anything outstanding or special.
poetic
Miss Grey is very much in touch with the world around her, and is very intuitive. She is appreciative of all forms of art, although is particularly fond of music, physical art, and both written and spoken verse. She's thoughtful, and finds that she thinks differently than how others do; she views the world differently than many others, breaking free of the "cookie-cutter" kind of thoughts. It is common for her to spend a great amount of time thinking about the world and the way it works, as well as the mind.
compassionate
With a great love for all, Raleigh is eager to open her arms wide to any who are in need of help. She has always believed that people are innately good at heart, despite their actions. She genuinely cares about people, and strives above all else to selflessly serve others. Raleigh shows her love more so through actions, rather than words, and is usually behind the scenes, rather than toward with what she does and how she feels. She is very sensitive to others feelings, and greatly fears hurting someone she cares about. Although it is very common for her to understand what others are thinking and feeling, she prefers not to let on - however, she will speak up if she truly feels like someone is in need of help. Raleigh is a very dependable girl, and has a strong sense of responsibility. She needs positive feedback, and does not take criticism too well. She frequently feels inadequate next to others, and those who know her well know to remind her to give herself some of the warmth and love she shares so freely and passionately.
Likes: music, def jam poetry, cats & dogs, treehouses, pancakes with strawberries, shorts, her grandfather's guitar, Irish history, antiques, politics.
Dislikes: liars, drug abuse, television, peanuts, screamo & heavy metal, spoiled & bratty children, Irish stereotypes, hot weather, deep water.
Positive Traits: Honest
If you ask her, she will tell you the truth - although she may put it in as positive a light as possible. Raleigh cannot stand to lie to people, although it bothers her terribly to know she may be hurting someone's feelings. Regardless, if she thinks it is in the person's best interest to know the truth, she will inform them of her opinion.
Trustworthy
Expect Raleigh to get the job done, if no-one else will. She values responsibility, and never shirks on her duties. At times, this does mean her workload is a little tougher than most others, considering she'll do anything for anyone, but she'll continue to push herself to the limit. And, of course, she's known to never have told a secret.
Devoted
Whether it's to her music, her goals for her future life, or her friends, you can be sure that she will stick to it through thick and thin. Raleigh gets very passionate about what she loves and cares about, and will battle to the death to be sure it's recognized for what it is and respected. She toughs a difficult piece of music out, will fight for her friends in all sorts of situations - whether she truly agrees with them or not, and will do whatever it takes to do what she wants to do with her life.
Negative Traits: Pessimistic
While positive towards others, encouraging them in their own lives, Raleigh is very critical of herself. She does not think highly of herself in the slightest, and it almost seems as if she prefers to be the underdog, in order for others to have the spotlight they may or may not deserve.
Judgmental
Make no mistake - Raleigh will never openly speak her mind if she doesn't like a person, whether to their face or behind their back. As there are many who trust her willingly, she has gained quite a bit of information about her friends and fellow students, and is a tad intuitive as to their feelings. She forms her decisions on whether or not she wants to continue being around the person, and her decisions are usually hard to break. Raleigh doesn't dare to treat the person unkindly, but if she believes them to have a bad character, will do her best to keep as far away from them as possible. Many see her as slightly standoffish for this, because it can be common for her to shy away from someone that everyone generally seems to get along with.
Withdrawn
Raleigh would rather keep at home with a good book than go out and about with friends. She's a little awkward when it comes to social events, and while her friends encourage her to meet new people, it is hard for her to break out of her quiet, shy shell and introduce herself without a little help. She is very intimidated by her peers - especially by males - and clams up when posed with forward conversation.
Greatest Ambition: To be able to perform her own, solo, concert at Carnegie Hall.
Greatest Fear: Someone losing all faith in her.[/size]
`History ,,
Raleigh Dorian Grey was born in the seaside village of Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, the second daughter and sixth child of eight to Connell and Molly Grey. She lived a simple life in a cozy, yet comfortable home - the conjoined pensions of a carpenter and a Literature professor didn't add up to much - although was kept cooped up the majority of her youth.
Raleigh had been born with two diseases: aplastic anemia and severe hyperthyroidism left her with not much energy, and as such could not participate in normal playtime like the rest of her siblings. Her social skills were greatly debilitated in her younger years because of this - being kept indoors under the watchful eyes of her mother meant that she could not go out and about to find friends of her own, and naturally she was homeschooled. Nevertheless, the pride and joy of her father was taken under his wing, tutored in various forms of music. He had been an aspiring musician himself, a near virtuoso with the piano and the guitar.
The girl became proficient in those two instruments, as well as finding herself with a lovely singing voice, rather deep and mellow, perfect for blues and jazz music. Out of her seven siblings, it was only she and two of her elder brothers who had found talent in this art – the oldest brother went off into the law field, while the others found work in various forms of manual labor; her elder sister followed in the footsteps of their mother as a teacher. The time came for her, too, to leave home and venture off into the world by herself. She’d learned to cope with her disabilities with the help of a cane – a wheelchair was necessary on the seldom days when she was not strong enough to hold herself up. Raleigh had been enrolled at Washington University of the Arts, where she would study in music, focusing in voice, with dreams of one day being able to perform as a career.
Although her parents were hesitant, they encouraged her to follow her dreams, and the young girl soon flew off to the States, with her books, a folder of sheet music, and her father’s guitar in tote.
Raleigh Dorian Grey was born in the seaside village of Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, the second daughter and sixth child of eight to Connell and Molly Grey. She lived a simple life in a cozy, yet comfortable home - the conjoined pensions of a carpenter and a Literature professor didn't add up to much - although was kept cooped up the majority of her youth.
Raleigh had been born with two diseases: aplastic anemia and severe hyperthyroidism left her with not much energy, and as such could not participate in normal playtime like the rest of her siblings. Her social skills were greatly debilitated in her younger years because of this - being kept indoors under the watchful eyes of her mother meant that she could not go out and about to find friends of her own, and naturally she was homeschooled. Nevertheless, the pride and joy of her father was taken under his wing, tutored in various forms of music. He had been an aspiring musician himself, a near virtuoso with the piano and the guitar.
The girl became proficient in those two instruments, as well as finding herself with a lovely singing voice, rather deep and mellow, perfect for blues and jazz music. Out of her seven siblings, it was only she and two of her elder brothers who had found talent in this art – the oldest brother went off into the law field, while the others found work in various forms of manual labor; her elder sister followed in the footsteps of their mother as a teacher. The time came for her, too, to leave home and venture off into the world by herself. She’d learned to cope with her disabilities with the help of a cane – a wheelchair was necessary on the seldom days when she was not strong enough to hold herself up. Raleigh had been enrolled at Washington University of the Arts, where she would study in music, focusing in voice, with dreams of one day being able to perform as a career.
Although her parents were hesitant, they encouraged her to follow her dreams, and the young girl soon flew off to the States, with her books, a folder of sheet music, and her father’s guitar in tote.
Best Memory: "My best memory would most definitely be simply sitting on the piano bench beside my father. It was the day that I had completed learning a song all by myself. He was so proud, he cried. Mam had come in and asked him what the hell was was wrong with him, and he explained, obviously feeling foolish for himself. She just laughed, and congratulated me. Mam was very pleased too, it seemed, and I was happy that she was happy. She's always so worried about me and my health, you know. I performed that song over and over again until my brothers and sisters were complaining about their ears dropping off. Later that evening, Papa took me out for ice cream, and afterwards, when we were crossing the street, he shouted to a nearby croud 'Get a good look at this little young lady - she's gonna be a famous musician one day!' It embarassed me almost to death, but I couldn't help but blush."
Worst Memory: "Nana Caoimhe's house burned down when I was twelve years old. I was out with my sister at the time, shopping for a new coat. We came back home, and everyone was crying. Mam told us not to worry, but that the house had burned down. Lucky Nana wasn't home, and that's what we were all most thankful, although all the things that held memories for us had been lost. I can still remember the pale blue carpet and white picket fence around the small copse of grass she had out front. It was on the cliffside, where you could see the faint tip of England in the distance. I still miss it so much there. They left the rubble there for a week, trying to figure out what to do. I had snuck out of the house one night and clambered through everything, searching to find anything salvageable. There wasn't, though. I remember sitting out on the porch and just crying. Apparently I'd fallen asleep there, and the next morning when they found me, I got such a beating from Mam, and almost locked in my room for a whole week. She didn't punish me too hard, though - she understood."
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`Writing Skill ,,
Morning. The fog rolled in like a thick blanket, enveloping the valley with a sort of eerie - yet familiar - chill, the air outside crisp, clean. The smell of rain always filled the air. It was good for the land, at least. The crops grew steadily, meaning no famines, and obviously no droughts, either. Ollum was a pleasant place to live and grow up in, as everyone said. The weather was climate, crime rate low, and always a good place for stories and legends, scary things to scare the young ones with. Never true, or so they all said, simply fun and games for entertainment when surrounded by friends and family around a warm fire.
Emmaus had been born and raised in the small town in the valley, along with two other sisters, and three other brothers - it was a family of six, but their parents provided for them well, father being the local carpenter, and mother being an accomplished seamstress and who's table was notorious for being plentiful. A happy family at the least, peaceful and content with what they had - three beautiful daughters, and three handsome sons that would one day help out the family, after all were married off, most likely to other sons and daughters that resided in the village. Nobody ever really left Ollum; everyone came back, one way or another. It was a place that drew you in.
Perhaps it was the weather. Perhaps it was the livestock. Perhaps it was the beauty of the mountains, surrounding them on all sides, just Ollum and the lives of the people inside it, all who knew one another, and were welcome in every home - aside from a few squabbles every now and then. Nevertheless, everyone was pleased with their living arrangements, and it was rare for anyone to make plans to leave, other than to visit other, distant, relations.
She grabbed her bag of books and sprinted down the hallway, pale blonde hair whipping through the air. "I'm going out for a walk, Maman! Probably to the river. I'll be back this afternoon." Child's voice echoed through the various rooms, before stopping in the kitchen, grabbing a chunk of the freshly-made loaf of bread, dodging her mother's slapping hands with a giggle and a wink. "If you reach Elis' house, turn back, all right?" A curt nod in agreement and farewell, Emmaus continued out the door, her light dress with frayed hem breezing about her knees.
They had been neither poor nor wealthy, settling contentedly in the middle of the financial spectrum - the Vidil family shared what they could, giving their excess freely to any who needed it. Sustainability - that's what the family wanted to obtain the most. One could not say that Emmaus had lived an awful life. She was loved by her family and friends, and earnestly loved back in return. Hardly a girl of sixteen now - being seventeen this upcoming spring - she still maintained that youthful personality, of loving the earth and everything in it, eyes filling with wonder at the sight of a rare flower or a baby chipmunk. She was curious, eager, and honest to - perhaps to a fault, although hardly ever brash. Just...simply a girl, living her life, and loving it all the same.
Her bare feet pranced along the ground, skipping and dancing as she pleased, bag of books held tightly in one fist, chunk of bread and cheese in the other. Emmaus had already made plans for a pleasant evening at the river, reading to her delight. It was her favourite pastime, perusing through book after book, reading cover to cover and rereading her old favourites. Callused soles were never bothered by the rough terrain in the copse of woods at the bottom of the mountains. The majority of the valley was covered in a plush carpet of greenery, but the woods grew brambles and rocky, dirt-covered patches - not good for babies' feet, but her weathered trotters were well used to the roughness of the tree roots. She scampered like a monkey over fallen logs and bare boulders, trekking down several paths to reach the furthest bend of the river that lay in the nearness of Ollum. True, Emmaus had gone far past from where her mother had told her; but she'd come here multiple times, and nothing bad had ever happened. The girl reckoned she'd be safe. The old scary stories told about the monsters weren't true, or so they said, merely stories meant to scare the young ones into obeying. Emmaus wasn't frightened, anyhow.
She pulled herself up onto the moss-covered rock, an outcropping that reached over a bend in the river, scrawny little knock-kneed legs dangling over the edge, dirty feet plopped into the coolness of the water, before reaching into her bag to draw out a book, dog-eared page marking the place where she'd left off. Humming to herself, those bright grey eyes devoured every word on the page, long lashes batting against lightly tanned cheeks, completely immersed in the storybook.
[/size][/center]Morning. The fog rolled in like a thick blanket, enveloping the valley with a sort of eerie - yet familiar - chill, the air outside crisp, clean. The smell of rain always filled the air. It was good for the land, at least. The crops grew steadily, meaning no famines, and obviously no droughts, either. Ollum was a pleasant place to live and grow up in, as everyone said. The weather was climate, crime rate low, and always a good place for stories and legends, scary things to scare the young ones with. Never true, or so they all said, simply fun and games for entertainment when surrounded by friends and family around a warm fire.
Emmaus had been born and raised in the small town in the valley, along with two other sisters, and three other brothers - it was a family of six, but their parents provided for them well, father being the local carpenter, and mother being an accomplished seamstress and who's table was notorious for being plentiful. A happy family at the least, peaceful and content with what they had - three beautiful daughters, and three handsome sons that would one day help out the family, after all were married off, most likely to other sons and daughters that resided in the village. Nobody ever really left Ollum; everyone came back, one way or another. It was a place that drew you in.
Perhaps it was the weather. Perhaps it was the livestock. Perhaps it was the beauty of the mountains, surrounding them on all sides, just Ollum and the lives of the people inside it, all who knew one another, and were welcome in every home - aside from a few squabbles every now and then. Nevertheless, everyone was pleased with their living arrangements, and it was rare for anyone to make plans to leave, other than to visit other, distant, relations.
She grabbed her bag of books and sprinted down the hallway, pale blonde hair whipping through the air. "I'm going out for a walk, Maman! Probably to the river. I'll be back this afternoon." Child's voice echoed through the various rooms, before stopping in the kitchen, grabbing a chunk of the freshly-made loaf of bread, dodging her mother's slapping hands with a giggle and a wink. "If you reach Elis' house, turn back, all right?" A curt nod in agreement and farewell, Emmaus continued out the door, her light dress with frayed hem breezing about her knees.
They had been neither poor nor wealthy, settling contentedly in the middle of the financial spectrum - the Vidil family shared what they could, giving their excess freely to any who needed it. Sustainability - that's what the family wanted to obtain the most. One could not say that Emmaus had lived an awful life. She was loved by her family and friends, and earnestly loved back in return. Hardly a girl of sixteen now - being seventeen this upcoming spring - she still maintained that youthful personality, of loving the earth and everything in it, eyes filling with wonder at the sight of a rare flower or a baby chipmunk. She was curious, eager, and honest to - perhaps to a fault, although hardly ever brash. Just...simply a girl, living her life, and loving it all the same.
Her bare feet pranced along the ground, skipping and dancing as she pleased, bag of books held tightly in one fist, chunk of bread and cheese in the other. Emmaus had already made plans for a pleasant evening at the river, reading to her delight. It was her favourite pastime, perusing through book after book, reading cover to cover and rereading her old favourites. Callused soles were never bothered by the rough terrain in the copse of woods at the bottom of the mountains. The majority of the valley was covered in a plush carpet of greenery, but the woods grew brambles and rocky, dirt-covered patches - not good for babies' feet, but her weathered trotters were well used to the roughness of the tree roots. She scampered like a monkey over fallen logs and bare boulders, trekking down several paths to reach the furthest bend of the river that lay in the nearness of Ollum. True, Emmaus had gone far past from where her mother had told her; but she'd come here multiple times, and nothing bad had ever happened. The girl reckoned she'd be safe. The old scary stories told about the monsters weren't true, or so they said, merely stories meant to scare the young ones into obeying. Emmaus wasn't frightened, anyhow.
She pulled herself up onto the moss-covered rock, an outcropping that reached over a bend in the river, scrawny little knock-kneed legs dangling over the edge, dirty feet plopped into the coolness of the water, before reaching into her bag to draw out a book, dog-eared page marking the place where she'd left off. Humming to herself, those bright grey eyes devoured every word on the page, long lashes batting against lightly tanned cheeks, completely immersed in the storybook.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Adelaide
Age: I'll be nineteen in ten days!
Role-playing experience: 12 years.
How you found us: Neopets board.
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