Post by lilu on Apr 1, 2011 8:45:20 GMT -4
[/size]LILUTA MELROSE FERRY"]
THIS IS THE LIFE
Nicknames: Lilu, Mel, Rosie
Note: her first name is pronounced LEE-loo-ta
Age: Twenty - Two
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Instrument: Piano/ Keyboards
Band: SUMMER IN A DAY
Personality:
Lilu has always been that girl in the background. She's not particularly eye-catching and never had the audacity to think such a thing. She never has had much of a self confidence, just an extreme passion for all things piano. Her second love happens to be photography, and well she frequently hides behind her camera. She's always been friendly, a little mousy when confronted with overly exuberant people that tend to overpower her and set her on edge. She never really thought about anything besides playing piano for good money.
She'd always been that kind of good girl, with strict morals and values she refused to change. She tends to get nervous and flustered unless she really knows a person, and quite often before gigs her fingers and nails are jagged -- she tends to bite them --. her keyboard has seen it's fair share of blood. It takes a while for her to get used to people, and she can be shy.
That is not to say that is all of the girl before you. Sure she has a wild side, that simply made it appearance later than most. She's sociable if she knows you, and is usually laughing around friends and those few she's comfortable. with. Getting to know her is like boiling a frog, it must be done slowly, and then one day she'll actually talk to you without feeling really awkward, and you know you're in the club. While Lilu might not necessarily enjoy being the center of attention, if she feels comfortable enough she's good at it. She's a bit of a quirky girl, and quite fun beneath all the nerves and awkward moments she Shields herself with.
Sometimes though, she just acts like a giant kid.
Likes:
- Music (any kind. She's not picky with genres.)
- Computers (Total Internet doork!)
- Keyboards (Duuh)
- The words "Baby Grand" (She writes it on every pair of shoes she's ever owned. It also helps that it is a piano)
- Frogs
- Cameras
- Hair clips/Barrettes
- Funky Hats
- Dogs
- Ugly Christmas Sweaters
- Bamboo Plants
- Vintage clothing
- People watching
- Marching Bands
Dislikes:
- Thunderstorms
- Awkward silences
- The Stink eye/ creepy staring people
- People who "people watch" her
- Watches
- Toe rings
- Mint Scented hand sanitizer
- Stuck up vocalists
- Gerbils
- Bananas
- Floors where you're not allowed to squeak wet shoes
Goals:
- See the World someday
- Play Piano as long as possible
- Never lose her passion
- Make it big
- See the look on her parent's face when they realize how wrong they were
- Get a picture of said look.
Fears:
- That she'll be forgotten
- Lightning
- Failing, and realizing they were right all along
- Broken hands
Secrets:
- She's had an abortion
- Lied to her younger sisters about going to college, when she was really getting kicked out of the house.
- She's really worried about have to go crawling back home.
Appearance:
Lilu has always looked younger than she is. Even now, she could pass for eighteen and nineteen, which can pose a problem at times. She's got that "still youthful" look about her, and it probably doesn't help that she's usually decked out in a hodge-podge of dinosaur shirts and flowery bows. She's feminine, and definitely not afraid to show it.
She's a tiny thing, big blue eyes and pale skin. Typical right? Right. She can play the pouting child look really well. Overall she stands tall at about 5'1 with freakishly long arms for her height. It makes her look rather disproportional. Her rather soft features make her look more like a child, as well as the baggy vintage clothing she looks like she's playing dress up.
Her sense of style well... there really isn't one there at all. She's a dysfunctional mess of mismatched pants and shirts with scarves and belts that couldn't possibly match, but somehow she usually manages to look alright. With only two pairs of trusty shoes to her name, it's either green converse or purple converse, both with lyrics and notes sprawled across the toes and sides. It's safe to say, that wild part of her personality is definitely portrayed. She's a fan of Bows and Barrettes in her short hair, with flower patterns and the like, because it looks boring otherwise, or so she says, but she refuses to grow it out. It brushes against her ears at it's longest point, but there's not much else otherwise.
History:
Liluta was the eldest of five children. Lilu beat Rowena into the world by ten minutes, and held that over her head every waking moment. They were followed two years later, by "the Accident" Elycia. And then four years after that, by one baby boy turned into yet another set of twins, this time fraternal, "giggle monster" Lucinda and "the menace" Adrian. Things went fine and the children had that normal kind of childhood. Their parents expressed early on however that they had high expectations for their children.
Lilu was never an extreme school person, as the wild and rambunctious Rowena was. So she stayed after school a lot of the time, getting extra help and making sure he grades stayed where her parents thought they should be. It was one such afternoon, she ran, literally ran, into the school's music instructor, and helped him carry all his scattered music down to his office. She stuck around, waiting for her teacher, and bada bing bada boom -- her passion was kindled.
Her parents were more than willing to swap average grades for a piano prodigy. She still got her grades, but she was constantly at the piano, "just getting the next few notes right" or eventually "finishing up this system". There was never enough time in the day for the piano. Her grades slipped ever so slightly, and there were repercussions of that, her parents worried about her future in music schools, they threw around words like Julliard. Classical pianists were a dime a dozen, but if she practiced just "this" much more, she could do it, they always said. They worried over her.
It however, was not Lilu they needed to worry about. The long haired wild Rowena was no longer the perfect copy of her elder sister. She'd always been wilder, but this was a new level. Both of the twins had their moments, but she delved deeper into the drugs and alcohol, a scene elder Liluta didn't partake in. Her parent's always stressed if Lilu was there watching, she could curb the younger twin, but that was never possible. Rowena was wild when the nervous twin kept with her, she was worse because she felt the need to prove she was not the twittery mousy Lilu, well she thought she did.It was one such party, She plastered herself, and then let them dare her to play chicken. Higher than a kite, she was too memorized to swerve her car in time, collided with the larger vehicle and rolled six times down a nearby embankment. They say she was killed instantly.
It was after this, their sophomore year of high school that already worn thin with her parents chatter about practicing longer, and how she would never make a career out of a simple passion. She still loved the piano sure, but it was more of a chore to play those boring pieces, rather than the twittery fast pieces she loved to put together. Besides, she was ragged with grief over her other half. She got more rebellious as they put stricter limits on her. Worse and worse until she'd barley passed any of her junior classes, bombed the PSAT and SAT, quite nearly got expelled for sneaking into the school to use the piano after hours. It was bad, but none of it was the worst.
Her senior year, would have been Rowena's golden time, Lilu got herself so tangled up in the messes of her sister and her drinking and her defiance of the "path" she was supposed to take. She smashed her father's eight hundred dollar keyboard, ranted about how she'd had an affair with the high school's assistant piano instructor ( A nineteen year old whose name she can't even really remember ) and they kicked her out. Simple as that. She hung around at a friends, got her GED and got the hell out of town. Oh... and she had to have a little thing taken care of, but no one knows about that. She'd play a couple of her pieces at those open mike nights, and when offers swirled around, she was quick to answer, perhaps the only thing she'd ever been proactive with. Piano. Her tiny apartment with dirt cheap rent is enough for her for now, but who knows, when she's famous she might just take a trip back to check in on those "you'll never accomplish anything" parent's of hers.
BEHIND THE MASK
OOC Name: Zeblyy or just Zeb
RP Experience: I've rped for 4-5 years now, but strictly human based rp for about 2-3 years
Contacts: PM, or owltitanic@yahoo.com :3
RP Sample:
Glad that her rambling had been forgiven, but not wanting to start again and blow any hope of being looked upon as the quiet friend who kept herself well contained at all times. "I didn't know my father very well, but I can see why he was fond of her." another languid twist of her mouth, a small smile in solace for the loss that both had felt at one time or another. Losing a parent young was something would could never really recover from, despite acting like it.
Emma talked of her Aunt's allied status with the then Alpha of Progeny, and she would nod along with what was being said. Maggie had been a shifter, though was no longer, however still remained a valuable asset to the wolves of the pack. She was an eternal (well.. not really) link to their human lives. Not only could she corral those few newbies that struggled, but she could comfort those family members who knew only the feelings of missing their wolves with thoughts that the wild brains themselves might think in moments of human lucidity.
At the low rumble of the heater in the room, Zanna would shrug out of her thick coat almost nervously, feeling that perhaps she was being a bit intrusive, despite the relaxed atmosphere of the current conversation. Her nervousness combined with the comfortable warmness of the small condo left her nearly sweating underneath the thick material of her jacket. It would be laid upon her knees, hands and tea cup settled on top of it. Her dark blouse still kept her comfortable, along with the soothing rumble of Emma's heater.
A small crinkle would appear in the space between her eyebrows crunched in thought, mulling over memories that were a bit to hazy for her liking. "We--" a slight pause, as she realized she was referring to both sisters again, a habit both were commonly guilty of when both in the presence and not of the other.
"I met a few on several occasions actually, though before I truly knew. Then after Risa's first shift they were a common staple in our home life whenever they were human. I don't remember faces.. or names really. Just that there was a man and a woman who were at the house a lot. The man apparently chose his wolf skin when it was time, and the woman -- who was his wife I think -- as well. There were a few more moments of silence on Zanna's part, as she continued to sift through memories, things that Emma might find relevant.
"There was one moment -- I'll never forget. -- there were wolves in our backyard. Aunt Maggie was there. I guess something had gone wrong because there was one wounded pretty bad. She shifted, I remember I was sent back inside for a blanket to cover her. I could only find our good white one, but I took it out to her anyway. It got so stained. I think I was too afraid to take it to her, but Risa, who I guess felt some sort of thing even then, did. I didn't see her again after that though, and Maggie never talked of it." she realized just how horrid that sounded, then hurried to make it seem the slightest bit better "Well, I could have seen her.. I just don't remember"
She decided she had spoken enough so far, and resigned herself to asking more questions of Emma.
"Now your turn. What's pack life like today? Risa wasn't part of a group from what she told Zanna at least, and though the elder sister was worried, so far she had refused to do anything about it. A sigh as she turned thoughts away from her sister, and sipped at her tea
-- A post from Suzanna Backshaw, on SEVEN. ---
Emma talked of her Aunt's allied status with the then Alpha of Progeny, and she would nod along with what was being said. Maggie had been a shifter, though was no longer, however still remained a valuable asset to the wolves of the pack. She was an eternal (well.. not really) link to their human lives. Not only could she corral those few newbies that struggled, but she could comfort those family members who knew only the feelings of missing their wolves with thoughts that the wild brains themselves might think in moments of human lucidity.
At the low rumble of the heater in the room, Zanna would shrug out of her thick coat almost nervously, feeling that perhaps she was being a bit intrusive, despite the relaxed atmosphere of the current conversation. Her nervousness combined with the comfortable warmness of the small condo left her nearly sweating underneath the thick material of her jacket. It would be laid upon her knees, hands and tea cup settled on top of it. Her dark blouse still kept her comfortable, along with the soothing rumble of Emma's heater.
A small crinkle would appear in the space between her eyebrows crunched in thought, mulling over memories that were a bit to hazy for her liking. "We--" a slight pause, as she realized she was referring to both sisters again, a habit both were commonly guilty of when both in the presence and not of the other.
"I met a few on several occasions actually, though before I truly knew. Then after Risa's first shift they were a common staple in our home life whenever they were human. I don't remember faces.. or names really. Just that there was a man and a woman who were at the house a lot. The man apparently chose his wolf skin when it was time, and the woman -- who was his wife I think -- as well. There were a few more moments of silence on Zanna's part, as she continued to sift through memories, things that Emma might find relevant.
"There was one moment -- I'll never forget. -- there were wolves in our backyard. Aunt Maggie was there. I guess something had gone wrong because there was one wounded pretty bad. She shifted, I remember I was sent back inside for a blanket to cover her. I could only find our good white one, but I took it out to her anyway. It got so stained. I think I was too afraid to take it to her, but Risa, who I guess felt some sort of thing even then, did. I didn't see her again after that though, and Maggie never talked of it." she realized just how horrid that sounded, then hurried to make it seem the slightest bit better "Well, I could have seen her.. I just don't remember"
She decided she had spoken enough so far, and resigned herself to asking more questions of Emma.
"Now your turn. What's pack life like today? Risa wasn't part of a group from what she told Zanna at least, and though the elder sister was worried, so far she had refused to do anything about it. A sigh as she turned thoughts away from her sister, and sipped at her tea
-- A post from Suzanna Backshaw, on SEVEN. ---
