Post by Abby Caitriona Nelson on Aug 28, 2009 15:57:25 GMT -5
Abby Caitriona Nelson
somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong
somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong
THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue
and i still taste it on my tongue
nickname(s): Abby, Abbs, Abba
birthday: May 19th
age: fifteen
sexuality: straight
race: human
powers: N/A
grade: sophomore
major: Performing Arts
canon or original?: canon
[/font][/size][/ul]
THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts
body type: slight and willowy
hair and eyes: Eyes: bright blue-green, hair: naturally straight red brown, medium thickness.
clothing style: While her general preference is anything revealing in black, shades of red and pink, Abby does have a rather elegant, femenine side to her. A majority of her wardrobe is tank tops and camis in varying shades of jewel bright colors, and jackets and sweatshirts of blacks, browns, greys and other muted tones.
She wears jeans in all different stages of decay, whether ripped, faded or worn, and she has only a few pairs that are kept decent for niceish occasions. Mini and regular skirts are also found in her closet and she has several of these.
Dresses she has aplenty as well, generally of either empire waist and strapless, or shape hugging and strapless in a rainbow of colors. As for shoes, she has old tennis shoes, new converse and several pairs of high heels and sandals, as well as her well worn black flip flops.
You want accessories? This girl's got 'em. Headbands, hair ties, extensions, faux hair pieces, clips, bejeweld barets, earrings, bracelets, rings and necklaces, Abby has an incredible collection that includes at least four different combinations of jewelry without mixing any set to go with each outfit she has.
overall appearance: Abby is rather short only 5'3" when she's drawn up to her full height. This prompts her to have more than the higher number of high heels than most. Abbs is one of those skinny girls everyone hates, because her metabolism is so incredible that she can eat whatever she wants and not gain weight or have to work out. Because of this, she has an extreme lack of muscle, anything above ten pounds is a bit of a stretch for her to lift. She has some curves, and is rather well endowed, but overall, she's rather well proportioned. Almost perfect in fact as she has been told by the costume designers. Her waist is an inch to small to be perfect.
Her skin is pale, and often icy to the touch. Its an Irish thing, both the paleness and coldness as everyone in her mother's family is posessed of it. Her freckles too run in her mother's family, and the thick reddish brown hair that hangs down to her waist. The fact that it is straight and her bright blue eyes come from her father's side, the English side of her family. [/font][/size][/ul]
I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover
but now i'm hungover
dislikes: Animals (she thinks they're dirty and often frightening), thunder storms, tornados or severe weather of any kind, the chosen kids (she is somewhat jealous, but mostly their powers frighten her), small children, snobs, people who look down on her, the French, emo-screamo and hard rock music, guys with buzz cuts or no hair, Joshua Devin.
habits: Abby hums rather frequently whether she's working on schoolwork or daydreaming, she doesnt really notice unless someone points it out to her. Everytime she passes a mirror, it takes all of her will power to pass it without checking her reflection and appearance. Speaking before thinking. Biting her nails. Tripping and falling over any little crack or bump, its guarenteed that Abby will either fall and skin something or break something.
secrets: She wants to be a professional singer/actor, and she's sleeping with her boyfriend's older brother
personality: If you don't know her, you could say that Abby was a nice person. She generally has a smile for people and asks how your day is going, but get to know her and you will find that not only does she have little of a filter, but that she is a bitch and backstabber, always working for her personal gain and using people. She comes off as rather rude and unkind, but thats generally her filter not working. If she wants to be mean or rude to you, you'll know it.
On the inside, the whole situation with the chosen people scares her to death. She finds them unnatural and her fears translate into being rude and loud and seemingly outgoing. Underneath it all, she can be rather shy, but always confident in herself. Abby is headstrong, but always follows her boyfriend's lead, knowing full well how violent things get when they don't go his way. A true flirt, she's called a slut for a reason. Although she fancies herself in love with Michael, that doesn't really stop her from sleeping with his older brother Travis, a situation she isn't fond of, but can't seem to quit.[/font][/size][/ul]
YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up
now i'm so broken that i can't get up
father: Alexander Graham Nelson/50/Small shop owner
siblings: None
other family: Admiral Horatio Nelson (English hero of the battle of Trafalgar.)
history: N/A [/font][/size][/ul]
I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you
role-playing experience: four years
age: 17
secret phrase: Flawed
anything else: Nope
RP sample: So she was gone. No messages, no notice, just dissapeared out of thin air. Will sighed and leaned back against the bench. It'd been a depressing and worrying couple of days. His girlfriend, who technically wasn't supposed to be his girlfriend because of a no-dating policy in the agency, had just up and left. And now, poor Will was a little heartbroken, and a little mad. Who the hell just up and left town without leaving a simple bloody message for anyone? If she wanted to break up, couldn't she have just said it? Sage Marrly apparently. Will really wished that she had said something, it would've been hard, but it was easier than this.
They'd had a row. Did that make it his fault that she was gone? No, she'd started it, and he'd done nothing wrong. Mentally beating himself up for the tenth time that hour, Will stared moodily at nothing across the path. Great. He hated brooding, and that was exactly what he was doing here. He had to find a distraction, but most of his friends were busy with jobs at the agency, and he'd really neglected them since Sage had come along. Guilt panged at him. Oh great, another reason to sit there and be anti-social and moody.
[/font][/size][/ul]
---
this was made by CHLOEOATS of caution 2.0. do not remove this tag, no matter what. lyrics are from love drunk by boys like girls.