Post by norelle amanda rivers on Feb 15, 2009 21:35:37 GMT -5
INTRODUCING
NORELLEAMANDARIVERS
&. MY MIND IS A SAFE
nicknames!: elle - only by her closest friends.
birthdate!: july thirteenth.
age!: seventeen.
stereotype!: artist.
sexuality!: straight.
grade!: junior.
face claim!: hilarie burton.
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&. IF I KEEP IT THEN WE ALL GET RICH
- drawing.
- classic rock music.
- records.
- driving.
- the beach.
- concerts.
- converse sneakers.
- band t-shirts.
- the color purple.
dislikes!:
- being alone.
- liars.
- love triangles.
- people who don't know her who think they do.
- having low self esteem.
- being told she can't do something.
- cancer.
- red lights.
goals!:
- make a few new friends.
- have her art mean something.
- find someone who loves her for who she is.
- start a record label.
- own her own home.
fears!:
- having the people who she loves leave her.
- giving in to pressures.
- elevators.
- oddly enough, birds.
- falling in love.
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&. MY BODY IS AN ORPHANAGE
hair color!: blonde.
height!: five foot, eight inches.
weight!: one hundred and twenty pounds.
tattoos or peircings!: just her ears are peirced.
clothing style!: norelle wears a lot of jeans with rock band tee shirts. she loves to wear her low top converse, which are black.
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&. WE TAKE EVERYONE IN
hometown!: hope, kentucky.
mother!: adoptive - ann sophie rivers.
biological - ellie marie harp.
father!: adoptive - larry saul rivers.
biological - unknown.
siblings!: none.
pets!: a gold fish named 'einstein'.
overall history!:
- Norelle was born to the beautiful Ellie on July 13th in Chapel Hill North Carolina. Right after she was born, Norelle was sent to a family in Hope, Kentucky, mainly because her mother was getting really bad into drugs and knew that she couldn't take on the challenge of a child at the time. She did, though, get one picture with her mother before she was sent away, but that picture would stay with Ellie until many years later when they finally would meet eachother.
- Norelle lived a fairly normal life with her adopted family, Larry and Ann Rivers, who weren't able to have a child on their own. The fact that she was adopted didn't come out until later in Norelle's life, which was probably a good thing. Very young, Norelle got into the arts. She loved to listen to music and draw, but most of all, dance. When she turned three years old, she was excited to start at a dancing class. She was so proud of her accomplishments and she loved her class more than just about anything.
- When Norelle was about five years old, she waited at the dance studio for Ann to pick her up. Little did she know what was going on a few blocks away. Ann had been running late and had sped over to the studio, running one red light, which was literally the death of her. Her car was slammed into by a large truck, killing her instantly. Of course, Norelle knew something was wrong when her father picked her up from dance that day. The two of them went to the hospital when they heard the news of Ann's death.
- After that, Norelle quit dance the next day and she has blamed herself for what happened to her mother. After she quit dance, she started drawing, which escalated into a new passion for her. No one knows that she draws, but she is proud of what she does. She just wants her art to mean something, which is something that she doesn't believe happens. When she was about twelve, her father told her about how she was adopted and it didn't really bother her that much. She knew who her real parents were, and one of them was dead thanks to her, or so she kept telling herself.
- When she entered high school, Norelle became an unlikely cheerleader. Most of the other cheerleaders were preppy or snobby, but not Norelle. She was probably the most 'uncheery' person that some people would ever meet, but that was basically because she felt alone all the time. The reason she joined the cheerleaders? Because her mother was a cheerleader and it meant a lot to her, so Norelle felt obligated to be one as well. She's never really been in a stable relationship and her father is almost always gone, seeing as he's a sailor. Norelle spends a lot of time listening to her records, which is what she really and truly loves. She really doesn't open up to many people and that's because she doesn't want them to leave her in the end.
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&. DOING LINES OF DUST AND SWEAT
rp experience!: about four or five years.
how did you hear about us!: proboards support.
rp sample!:
The warm afternoon sun was high in the sky. The air wasn't too warm, and wasn't too cold. Today seemed like a perfect day, but for Chloe Johnson, it was far from perfect. Two months ago today, Chloe lost her father. She thought about how much her father enjoyed days like today. He would want to go sailing or something, but not anymore. Chloe really didn't know how she could ever look at a sailboat the same. She had such happy memories. That's all she had now. Just memories. The warm wind blew as Chloe walked down the dirt path. She was surrounded by tall trees and small flowers.
The sun peaked through the tree-tops and made Chloe squint. She wasn't quite sure were she was going, but she knew for a fact she didn't want to go home. It would be hard. All of the pictures, surrounding her. Making everything that she'd wanted to go away, or disappear, a reality. She continued down the path, waiting for something exciting to show up. Finally, Chloe reached an open-air bridge. She walked on the bridge, it creaked as she passed over it. She went to the side of the bridge and sat down. She stuck her feet over the side, dangling just far enough away from the water.
Chloe leaned against the rusted iron rail with her head on her crossed arms. She watched the clouds pass by and another warm gust of wind hit Chloe. She thought about when she was little, how her father used to take turns putting her and her twin brother, Seth, on his shoulders. He used to tell them they could touch the sky. She sighed as a tear fell down from her cheek. All she wanted was today to be over. That's all. The sooner the better, she thought. She looked down into the water and watched as a few small fish made their way up the brook. They seemed so at peace, so content. All Chloe could do was wish that she had their placid deposition. Right now, all she felt was alone.
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