Post by Serenity on Jul 4, 2013 0:23:30 GMT -5
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Your gentle wishes haunt me; I hear you calling. Each time I try to sleep; now I'm falling. [/color][/font]
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serenity, melanie, caine.
[/color][/font][/center]• GENDER: Female
• SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
• CATEGORY: Lower class.
• JOB: Musician[/url][/color]
• MARITAL STATUS : Single.
• Canon character: no
• Needed character: no
• Play By: Stephanie Van Rijn
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• HAIR COLOR & STYLE : Auburn / red - usualy up in a curl style, but on occasion, down, and flowing to about her hips.
• BODY TYPE : Very slim, and fit. Curves where called for, creating an hourglass figure. Long, lean arms, fingers and legs. Dainty hands and feet. Very delicate looking.
• ATTIRE : Typically gowns, floor length. Corsets with more revealing rather than reserved collars. Her colours consist of reds, deep purples/violets and blacks/grays.
• PERSONALITY : Serenity is a very difficult person. While first meeting her, she is challanging, sarcastic, and sometimes cold. She puts on an act, a show if you will. Until you earn her trust, she will forever be on her toes, and constantly on you about something. She doesn't hesitate to pry for information. She is blunt, and rather irrational. But her reasoning is her own. She is not actually a cold person. Once getting to know her, she is loving, compassionate, carful, and delicate. Though forever sarcastic and sly. Serenity is always getting into some sort of trouble, or problem, due to her own habbits of not being carful enough. But when the time is needed, she is more than carful - when the situation calls for it. Some would say she is so cautious, she's become crazed, but then it passes, and she is normal once more.
With close friends -though few- she is fun, bouncy and encentric. It takes a lot to handle her. In general, she is considered a very flirtatious girl, for if she is not questioning your being in a certain place, she is flirting with you, attempting either to learn something, some secret, or simple trying to achieve a personal goal.
There is more than one side to Serenity. As said before, with friends, she is kind, with strangers, cold and skeptical. Now, with enemys, she's scary. If you mess with anyone important to her, she will pounce on you like a panther. This is adding onto her show, or act she puts up. Even while in the act of doing so, she is usually scared out of her wits to do so. But it doesn't concern her, what always comes first is the saftey of her friends. When she is in danger, it doesn't matter to her. Her friends, her limited family; that is what matters.
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• FATHER : Jeremy. Alive.
• SIBLINGS : None.
• SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Single.
• OTHER RELATIONSHIPS : None. She is currently rather a loner.
• HISTORY : When Serenity was a young girl, all she could remember was that her mother was a beautiful, kind woman. Long, flowing hair, men flocking about, making a fuss over her. Beautiful soft gowns that fit her perfectly. This was the image her father had given to her time and time again as Serenity grew older. The image that filled her brain, as her real memories served no purpose. Serenitys mother died during her birth, as Serenity took her life away from her. Her mother couldn't handle her birth and died meerly 10 minutes after concieving the girl. The only reason she even knows that she looks identical to her woman is due to a picture hanging on the mantel in her fathers home.
Serenity grew up in an odd way. Without a mother, she had to always rely on the ways of her father, whom became a bitter man after Emilies death. It was the way she had always known him. Seldom did he smile, and when he did is was twisted and frightening. Not a pretty sight. She was home schooled by a young woman her father hired for her. The girl stayed with her everyday, from sunrise to sunset, tending to her every whim and need, so as to keep her from pestering her father. She taught her everything. Basic schooling needs, life styles, house wife knowledge, and once a week, for 6 years, taught her how to play the flute. It was the highlight of Serenitys weeks.The girl all but became her mother, though Serenity can't even remember her face, let alone her name. All she can remember was catching the girl in her fathers bed when she was 13. She never saw her again after that. Infact, after that she stoped schooling. She no longer was tended to, as now her father expected her to tend to him instead.
All in all the years went by, and it is simple to say that she never really had close friends. Other than the young girl she caught screwing her father, no one else really entered Serenitys life. She was secluded, and in a sense trapped. Sure, she knew people, but no one she trusted. She was her parents first and only child, so no siblings. No man would ever approach her once they knew who her father was in fear of being beaten. He had made is clear long ago, that until he died no one would take is "little girl" away from him. She knew that in reality, he only wanted her around to tend to his every need.
When Serenity turned 21, she left her father, though not easily. She had to sneak away into the night, with little to no belongings in order to get away safly. She knew that is she stayed she'd end up like that girl from her past; never seen. She now, a year later, lives alone in an old house desperately in need of a painting job. Her belongings slowly got bigger, as she accumulated more gowns, more jewlery and more shoes. She now flirts with every moving thing in sight, almost to make up for the years with little to no human interaction. She wants someone to love her. In more ways than one. She wants a friend, she wants true family, and she wants a love. But she doesn't say that. Instead flirting, and plays seemingly "easy" so as to stay away from her sob story of a life.
She tries to life a new life, attempting to start a career as a musician, both singing at bars and playing her flute when allowed. Her voice is soothing and soft, hitting both high and lower notes. Same with her flute. Her career so far, in the past year, hasn't really gone anywhere, but she is nowhere near giving up. She will fight till her death before going back to her old life. [/color][/font]
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• ALIAS: Ser
• AGE: 16
• ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE : 3-4 years
• CHARACTERS: Serenity Caine
• HOW DID YOU FIND US?: General Search on Proboards.com
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Cole St. Clair
He sat in a tree. Unmoving. Silent. He could not be seen from the forest floor at the height and angle from which he sat. He sat, simply staring up and the bright blue sky. Not a CLOUD in sight. The branches and green leaves of the trees above him cast small shadows down on him, small rays of sunlight breaching throughout them, sparkling on anything refelctive that might have been around.
His one leg was proped up on the branch, the other dangling and swaying freely in the air. His glossy black hair leaned against the tree itself. His lips were parted, as he breathed lightly through them. He could taste the air. The clearness of it. It wasn't stale like the air of the city. A small gust of wind started throughout the forest, blowing the iron black hair from the before shadowed face. His plae face shone in the sun, his pale brown eyes squinting slightly.
Damn that's bright. He turned his face away, glancing down to the path below him. From how it looked, there had been no one here but him in a long while. Though he already knew this; he had been coming here for months now. No one ever followed him. Why would they? Everyone seemed to long for the periods of time they could spend away from him. After all, he was an Butt Face to everyone. He knew this already. He knew everyone disliked him, and being honest with himself, he rather liked it that way.
Easyer to get alone time. He sighed content with himself, and closed his eyes for a moment. Ever since he'd arrived at this Heck hole of a camp seven months ago, he'd done nothing but relax. Why should he have to bust his Butt off training to fight the “monsters lurking about” when he couldn't care less. This wasn't his war, his problem. And besides, he already knew how to fight, and very much enjoyed it. Why wear it out?
He opened his eyes and looked once more to the forest path below. Was he imagining things, or had he heard something not far from where he sat? He wasn't completely sure, but in any case, he remained imobile, and silent.
Who the Heck would follow me out here? He thought, slightly irritated by the thought of someone having the nerve to do as much. He waiting for someone the break through the small blockade of bushes, waited to see whos Butt it would be, that he was to kick.
