Post by silver on Mar 10, 2012 12:33:26 GMT -5
SILVERISABELLENEMIAN !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Sil, Ver, Vera, Sparkle, Invisible
birthday: 22 october, 1993
gender: Female
grade: senior
sexuality: pansexual
played by: Cady Groves[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Silver isn’t the girl that will stand out in a crowd. She’s quiet, and doesn’t put herself out there. She grew up in a five person family household, and being the middle child made her easily forgotten. Her younger sister was the epitome of perfection, blonde, athletic and smart, while her brother was a genius, handsome, and more often than not extremely charitable. She’s average at best, and she doesn’t see anything wrong with that. Blending into a crowd makes her a lot easier to vanish. She has self-esteem issues. She looks like a kid, and everyone treats her like she is one. Instead of lashing out at people she hold everything in. She really doesn’t have an outlet for it... sure she’s dabbled in a couple sports, but she finds she gets hurt way more often than not in all of them.
She’s the girl with a heart of gold that will help anyone who needs it, even if she’s only being used. Her general reserved nature makes it harder for her to make friends, and she’s usually dragged along with her older brother and his friends to try and get her “out there” more. She’s oblivious to people making fun of her, and she likes it that way. If they don’t say it to her face, then it can’t hurt her right? Wrong. This stuff does get to her... she’s just really good at hiding it.
When it comes to romance, Silver’s only ever had one boyfriend, and it didn’t last that long. He asked her out at a dance, she said yes, it lasted two days, then he dumped her through a text. She didn’t take it that hard... until she heard the rumours that he was spreading about her. They were stopped... but her heart was shattered. She doesn’t really let guys get close to her now, but when she falls.... she falls hard and fast.
likes: Cats, books, libraries, listening to music, watching sports on tv, dressing up, pretending to be someone else, listening to podcasts
dislikes: getting hit in the head by sports equipment, playing sports, getting injured, going to wild crazy parties, being pressured, hearing people whisper around her
strengths: masking how she really feels
Having a heart of gold
Finding new places to hide
weaknesses: she’s short, reaching the top shelf on anything is hard
Can’t properly express how she feels
A little paranoid about what people say about her
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Skylar Seth Nemian
siblings: Ashton David Nemian (older brother 20)
Dakota Anne Nemian (Younger sister 16)
significant other (s): nope!
pets: a black cat named Tybalt
hometown: Jacksonville!
partial history: Silver wasn’t the first child born in her family, and she certainly wasn’t the last. She was the middle child who had her father’s looks, but her mother’s charms. She, however, didn’t inherit either of her parents confidence. She was babied until two years later when her sister was born, and all of a sudden it wasn’t about her anymore. She was more than often forgotten, but not completely. Her parents weren’t negligent, Silver just preferred being alone with her books than playing with the other kids. Her brother was a handsome devil who got whatever he wanted with ease, and her little sister only had to bat her eyelashes. Silver had to work twice as hard growing up, and at some point... she just gave in.
She stayed on the smaller side, a short 4”9, compared to her brother and sister. She always needed help getting things, or people taking her places. Her parents say her growth spurt is still on its way but she highly doubts it. She just wants to be someone else. When it came to high school her parents expected her to go to the same school as her brother... Jacksonville prep. She didn’t mind, but she lived in his shadow. Her friends were more his friends, and anyone who knew him, knew her. She got by on that, but joining the tech team at her school helped her make friends that were more her style. She also found herself joining the drama club... not to stand out, but to be someone else. She took on roles that were the opposite of herself for a reason... she didn’t want to be herself.
Once her brother graduated, silver thought she’d be free of her family’s influence, but her sister was still in near sight. Now everyone still knows her as “Dakota’s sister” and not Dakota as her sister. The way she gets through high school is by listening to her favourite podcasts. Somehow hearing the voice of some strong gets her through the days[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters in jackson: n/a
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Sample:
Nukpana was not a fighter. He was a peaceful man. He didn’t like to injure others, and in turn did like to be injured himself. He had a high pain tolerance, but that did not mean he particularly liked to be injured. He usually made trips to the infirmary, but not for minor wounds. If the wound was small he’d treat it himself. He would carry other to the infirmary, or even visit those who were stuck in there due to major injuries. In general, he was not usually confined to staying in the infirmary. But that was where he was headed, with a large gash in his arm. It was a training session gone wrong. He tried to avoid the arena when others where in there, but somehow got roped into doing a training session with some Ares campers. He didn’t like them, and they made it vocal how they felt about him.
Try as they might, they couldn’t get Pan to speak. The entire training session, that was their goal, to get him to cry out in pain, or to say something. All they got out of him was a grunt, as he went down. They were pissed, adrenaline was high, tempers were worse, let’s just say the gash on his arm wasn’t an accident. He wouldn’t say that though, but the councillor at the time had sent him to go to the infirmary. Of course, that hadn’t been his first stop. His first stop had been his cabin to clean the wound. The swords weren’t particularly clean, and the logical thing to do was treat a wound before it could get infected. Generally he used herbal remedies, but not this time. He had used an antiseptic wash on the gash, before wrapping bandages around it. They were stained almost immediately. He wrapped it a few more times, before making the trek back towards the infirmary.
He cradled his injured arm to his chest, and kept his eyes straight ahead. He didn’t let other people intimidate him, he didn’t let their words get to him. Nothing they could say could be worse than what he went through as a child. Nothing could cut him deeper. He was cursed, and they made sure he knew it. A low grunt left his lips at the memory, but nothing more. He’d barely spoken a word since he was ten years older, he took a vow of silence after his dads death. It was his fault. He was cursed. He sighed as he entered the infirmary doors, making note that there were several campers who seemed to need urgent attention. He didn’t bother grabbing anyone, he could wait a few minutes for someone to come to him. His wound was bad, it may need stitches, but it was nothing ambrosia couldn’t fix. He made sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way as the healers worked, but he watched and wondered how they could do these things for a living, how they could be surrounded by the wounded and possibly dying. How they could handle it if someone died.
Nukpana couldn’t handle it, something he already knew.
Try as they might, they couldn’t get Pan to speak. The entire training session, that was their goal, to get him to cry out in pain, or to say something. All they got out of him was a grunt, as he went down. They were pissed, adrenaline was high, tempers were worse, let’s just say the gash on his arm wasn’t an accident. He wouldn’t say that though, but the councillor at the time had sent him to go to the infirmary. Of course, that hadn’t been his first stop. His first stop had been his cabin to clean the wound. The swords weren’t particularly clean, and the logical thing to do was treat a wound before it could get infected. Generally he used herbal remedies, but not this time. He had used an antiseptic wash on the gash, before wrapping bandages around it. They were stained almost immediately. He wrapped it a few more times, before making the trek back towards the infirmary.
He cradled his injured arm to his chest, and kept his eyes straight ahead. He didn’t let other people intimidate him, he didn’t let their words get to him. Nothing they could say could be worse than what he went through as a child. Nothing could cut him deeper. He was cursed, and they made sure he knew it. A low grunt left his lips at the memory, but nothing more. He’d barely spoken a word since he was ten years older, he took a vow of silence after his dads death. It was his fault. He was cursed. He sighed as he entered the infirmary doors, making note that there were several campers who seemed to need urgent attention. He didn’t bother grabbing anyone, he could wait a few minutes for someone to come to him. His wound was bad, it may need stitches, but it was nothing ambrosia couldn’t fix. He made sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way as the healers worked, but he watched and wondered how they could do these things for a living, how they could be surrounded by the wounded and possibly dying. How they could handle it if someone died.
Nukpana couldn’t handle it, something he already knew.
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