Post by shiloh harris on May 18, 2009 19:57:50 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
SHILOHELIZABETH-CLAIRE-MARIETTAHARRIS[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is Hannah
been breathing air for fourteen years now
but only been living for 2-3 years
you can drop me a line at PM
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Chameleon, Camo, Leon, Shi, Liz, Beth, Claire, Mari, Mare, Harris
age: 15
birthday: the seventeenth of september
gender: female
orientation: heterosexual
school year: freshman
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 4'9
weight: 99 lbs
build thin/slender
eyes: Shiloh has oval-shaped dark blue eyes that are usually pinned straight to her shoes. She loves her eyeliner, too!
hair: Wavy blond hair that she bleaches sometimes, and also likes to straighten. There isn't much else to say about it, besides its being of medium length and thin.
distinguishing features: Shiloh has various scars all over her body, but the clothes she wears covers them up. She also has a very tiny frame, being 4'9 and not even 100 pounds.
tattoos and piercings: ears pierced, nose pierced
personal style: Shiloh tends to wear layers, always long sleeves or something that will hide her scars from sight. She doesn't get hot easily, so that's always good. She wears punkish clothes, and never wears things like pink. Pink is an absolute no-no, unless it's in an UNBELIEVABLY AMAZING shirt that she absolutely cannot live without. Then she can deal with the pink.
appearance:
Shiloh certainly has an interesting appearance, being unbelievably small and pixie-like with her choppy hair and turned up nose. Her strange, punk rock clothing may look rather different on the teenage girl but she likes it. She hates being short and she hates being underweight but there isn't much she can do about it and tries to forget about it. She also tries to eat as much as she can, not only because she wants to weigh more/grow more, but also because she's always ragingly hungry. Being malnourished as a child probably had something to do with that. She is also unbelievably pale for someone who's lived their life in one of the sunniest places in the US. You'd expect a tan, or at least a sunburn.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
- her music
- just music, in general
- chocolate
- cute boys
- her grandmother
- hearty food
- pigging out
- ice skating
- running
dislikes:
- her father
- having no music
- being so thin
- her mother's death
- her scars
- pink
- never having met her grandpa
- dressing up
strengths:
- music
- sweet-talker
- fast runner
- good liar
- very musical
- blends in well
weaknesses:
- not physically strong
- cute boys
- can't swim
- tends to run away from everything.
- trusts absolutely no male
- doesn't have many friends
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greatest fear:
- her father coming back
- water/drowning
- her grandmother dying
- never being able to sing or make music again
greatest desire:
- to become a hermit. or a rockstar. whichever.
- to live with her grandmother forever
- her father to never come back
habits and quirks:
- doesn't usually talk
- looks at the ground a lot
- chews on her fingernails/hair/pencils
- twirls her hair
- hums all the time
overall personality:
First off, Shiloh is a very AGREEABLE young girl. She wasn't raised to be as polite and amiable as she is, but she tries her hardest to stay on everyone's good side. Now, though she tries to be nice, she is absolutely no suck up. If somethings the matter with something and people ask her what she thinks, she will probably tell you what she really thinks about it. Another thing about her, she definitely is BEAUTIFUL, in and out. After all she's been through, you might think she'd be a lot more sardonic and cynical than what she really is. She really is CAMOUFLAGED, too. She is one of those people who can hide in plain sight by just looking the other way. Shiloh may try to be sweet, but some people are just so stupid she just has to be DERISIVE and sarcastic. It isn't her fault they put themselves up to it, right?
She may look innocent, but she is an EAVESDROPPER! If someone's voice drops to below a normal tone she is instantly intrigued. She'll do anything to scoot closer and listen, most of the time. The few times she doesn't want to hear is because either she's sick, or she is thinking hard. She is really FAST, which is weird for a girl with short little legs such as her own. And GRACEFUL, too. The first time she went ice skating, she looked like a pro. And she loved it, too. For someone so sweet, she certainly is HARSH when she gets mad! Don't get on her bad side or she will give you a speech you'll never forget. But she never hits, and she tries not to yell, because if anything she wants to be absolutely nothing like her father. She definitely is an IDEALIST, she's one of those people who sit there and think about what they're going to do all day. Not like she does it or anything though.
No matter what else, Shiloh tries her very very hardest to be JOLLY, because she's found that people will accept that more than anything else. Not that she really cares about what they think, she's a little KOOKY so people tend to stay away from her. She doesn't really mind though, she's perfectly fine being a LONER like she's always been. Because that gives her more time to be MUSICAL, like she was born to be. Not a day goes by that she forgets her music. Her lifetime necessities are her iPod, and iHome, to which she brings an extra eighteen pack of batteries in case she's going somewhere where she can't plug it in. At everything but her music she is rather NEGLECTFUL, because she tends to forget things quite easily.
Some days, Shiloh is hopelessly OPTIMISTIC, thinking everything is going to end up great and she's going to live happily ever after forever and ever, but there are always those bad days, those sadly PESSIMISTIC days when she's absolutely positive her father's coming after to kill her, or as she says, "finishing the job". For many reasons, including that, she is very QUIET. She doesn't talk much in public at all, and when people try to corner her into talking they just make it worse, whether they realize it or not. They just either make her upset or plain mad, depending on how she felt that day. Something else that people think is weird about her is how very RELIGIOUS she is. She wasn't to start out with, but when her grandmother took her to church every Sunday and Wednesday she professed her faith and love of God four weeks after.
Shiloh truly is a SWEET girl. She tries to go out of her way to do stuff for other people, but she's just too shy. She is THOUGHTFUL, too, she'll sit around and just think all day. Her Grandma told her she'd make a good philosopher, but she's not sure she agrees. Laying around thinking for a century and all you come up with is "I think, therefore I am." just doesn't really appeal to her. She may be a little UNREFINED, but she's doing good for someone who grew up with a father like her own. She is also very VEHEMENT and passionate about many things, like her music and women's rights, and being against many things such as gay marriage, animal abuse, and child abuse. She believes anything men can do, women can do.[And in heels.]
Shiloh really is WISE for her years, having gone through all of what she has for so long. But through it all, you have to admit how XEROTIC or dry her humor is when she talks about it. And, she never talks about it. The only people she's talked about it to are her grandmother, her psychiatrist, and God. She has an overwhelming YEARNING to learn more about everything, whether it's school, God, the Bible, or just about anything, ever. But darling, never ask her about her past. Her lips are ZIPPED.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: marshall harris, 56, currently in a psych ward
siblings: n/a
extended family: roseanne barton, grandmother, legal guardian
pets: n/a
nationality: american, italian
birthplace: yuma, arizona
history:
Little Shiloh Harris was born in one of the sunniest cities in the US. Yuma, Arizona. Her father was a rich tyrant and his wife, twenty years younger than him, was a poor housemaid. She was married at age twenty to the forty year old man and had their first and last child one year later. Shiloh lived with her mother for the first eight years of her life, her father being away on business trips half the time. But her eighth birthday, she and her mother were in a car crash. She miraculously survived with only a long scar from her eyebrow to her shoulder, but her mother wasn't quite so lucky. She died instantly, but Shiloh didn't know until she woke up in her hospital room. When she was allowed to go back home, her father was there, to her surprise.
He looked like he'd been crying for a long time, and when he looked at her his face hardened and he yelled angrily. Afraid, the child hid behind a chair, but he followed her, dragged her out, and began blaming her in wordless roars for everything. By now she was sobbing, and she continued sobbing for the next four hours as it continued, to even the point where he started hitting her. When he was finally done he stormed out of the house and she ran up to her room and sobbed until she fell asleep. The next day, when she woke up she had bruises all over her body but when she went down cautiously Marshall was absolutely fine. He even made her breakfast and was sitting at the table sipping coffee and reading the news.
This went on for years. He'd yell and hit her one day, the next he would be politely distanced. She didn't know what to do about it, and she was afraid to tell anyone. When someone would ask where she'd gotten that ugly bruise or scar, instead of telling them her father threw a glass vase at her head but told them she'd fallen down while she was holding a glass cup or something. None of her teachers could really believe her, she was always graceful and never fell down in school, even when bullies tried to trip her. For years they tried to get her to talk about her past but she wouldn't talk about it, so one day one brave teacher just came over to her house to talk about it with her father.
The door was open and she could hear people in the background. An angry male, and a high pitched screaming. When she rushed in, Marshall was bending over Shiloh with pieces of glass as he jabbed her with them. She was sobbing, "Please stop, daddy, please stop!" and the teacher took action. She ran back downstairs quietly and called 911, telling them that some man was beating his daughter with glass and they needed to come down as fast as possible. When they got there, Shiloh was out cold but her father was still kicking her tiny, malnourished frame. She didn't look like she'd eaten in months, the teacher realized in absolute horror. For the second time in her young life thirteen year old Shiloh woke up in a hospital.
After a beautiful year living with her teacher, waiting for someone else to adopt her, someone spoke up. Her grandmother, who never met her before because she refused to do nothing with her daughter's husband, who she claimed she never trusted, adopted her. Naturally, Shiloh was nervous, but she had nothing bad to say about her, having never met her before. Once she stepped foot in her grandmothers' house and saw Roseanne Barton for the first time, she started sobbing. She looked just like how she remembered her mother, except much much older. She and her grandmother got along perfectly, and they grew to love each other with all of their hearts, and that's how it's been for the past year and a half.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: a flower that's fading, disintegrating.
roleplay sample:
May 10, 2009 23:50:35 GMT -5 @anna said:
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
x
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
xThe colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
Face down on the floor of her room, Anna crawled out from under her bed, pulling cobwebs off of her dark brown hair with a look of disgust. "Really, hun." She said scoldingly to her dog, shaking her finger at him. "Stop hiding your leash under my bed! Now, I know you're not as young as you used to be, but that is honestly a sucky excuse. You need your walk!" To be honest, she didn't feel silly talking to a dog this way, because she'd been doing it since she got him. She clipped the leash on his collar and picked him up, scratching him behind the ears lovingly as she carried him out the dorm to face the bright sunlight.
Wow, kinda bright, isn't it? She thought, putting Edmund down on the ground and blinking rapidly to get used to it. Once her eyes grew accustomed to the light, she began walking with him slowly. She knew exactly how he liked a walk, having had him for ten years now. But she couldn't help but be rather bored. He was so freaking slow! She hummed quietly to herself while they walked, sticking her hands in her pockets. She really didn't know what to think about, she had nothing going on lately. Homework, but she'd done all of that, and she hadn't found any interesting books lately, everything was so boring lately. All she ever really did anymore was sit on the computer or watch TV, or re-read a book or three. She looked up at the sky, watching the clouds absentmindedly.
When she felt a tug on the leash she thought maybe he'd found something interesting to do, but when she looked excitedly down all she found was that he was peeing on a tree. She sighed, making a face. If only she was more like her sister Chelsie, then she would have something to do because her schedule was bursting. She for one, could make friends on first sight, because she was so overwhelmingly friendly. Sometimes Anna herself wondered if one of them were adopted. They were so different. She had made it to the gardens now, and Edmund had neither slowed nor hurried yet. When she was going to start singing quietly to herself she heard the strum of a guitar. Her head shot up, confused. She'd thought she was alone.
But probably, so had the person playing guitar. She decided to just ignore the feeling that she was barging in on something [this was a public garden, after all! ..wasn't it?] and kept walking, hoping she wouldn't run into the person. Of course, she was jinxed. Or, cursed. Even if that was the same thing or not, she nearly ran into the bench the girl with the guitar was sitting on. "Oh! I'm sorry." She said, blushing and trying to pull her leg free from the bench, which of course her jeans had caught the only part that could be caught and decided to make friends with it. She pulled so hard when she finally got free there was a small tear at the thigh of her pants.She said, looking at it. "Crap." At least it wasn't too bad. At least, it could have been worse, with her luck.
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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