Post by Misery "MJ" Johnson on Jun 15, 2008 19:38:15 GMT -5
[/font]'Misery Ane Johnson;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Misery Ane Johnson
Nicknames: MJ
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate:October 31st
Gender: Female
School Year: Junior
School: Lordings
Sexual Orientation: Straight, but anything above the waist is fair game... as long as it gets her what she wants.
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes: For one thing, Misery is completely in love with animals, thus her being vegetarian. Ever since she was young, she found herself straying away from large crowds of people and taking comfort in animals. The more time she spent around them, the more she came to realize that they deserve to be treated exactly like humans, for they have feelings too. (Or so she thinks) Because her knack for being very creative, another thing she does is design her own jewelry. Along with having fallen in love with animals and creating her own jewelry, she also has a deep love for cigarettes, grass and alcohol. When all seems to have gone to hell and she simply can't deal, she does what any irresponsible, rebellious teenager does and turns to drugs.
Now, at home with her son, Mikey, MJ is possibly the most loving mother on the planet. She tries to give her little boy everything her father didn't give her. Although the baby is kept a secret because she doesn't want people to pity her, she really does take pride in her child. Every time she's away from him, it kills her because spending time with him is a blessing.
Dislikes: Hot weather, spiders, girls, sharks, meat, her father, mornings, homework, rules, snobs.
Hobbies: Misery is one fine artist. She never goes anywhere without something to draw on. Art is the one way where she can feel like she's properly expressing herself. Back home, outside of school, she had her own art studio in the rediculously large mannor she lived in with her grandmother. As for her room, it was painted with a sort of chalkboard paint, so MJ can draw on it whenever she pleases. Currently, the wall is covered in drawings and meaningless phrases.
Another thing she loves is singing. Misery really does have a fantastic voice, but no one knows it. She keeps her singing to herself, and her child, as she sings to calm him when he needs it.
Habits: Putting herself down, biting her lip and playing with her hands.
Goals: To be the mother she never had to her son Mikey, and to find a love she can trust.
Fears: Being alone. Losing Mikey.
General Personality: Misery is probably one of the most complicated people you will ever run into. Due to her major mood swings, you never know what you're going to get. At one moment, she may be your classic bitch; mean, sly, cunning, and pretty darn nasty. She's very quick witted like both her mother and father, and may snap at any moment. When she does snap it's a little more then nasty and she tends to end up getting physical. On her good days, she can be kind to those she chooses to. When in a good mood, a proud smirk that much resembled her father's graces her face. It's a rare occasion that a true smile crossed her pink lips, but when it does, it's for a good reason. She is anything but a social butterfly. As said before, she has never been one for large crowds and instead takes comfort in animal companionship and her art. Although she does get along quite well with the boys, and is known around the school for it, she has never once gotten along with a girl in all her years at Lording's.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like:Hannah Beth Merjos
Appearance: Misery's hair is forever changing. She's had it blond, brown, and it's current color, black. Her eyes are a soft, green-ish sort of color, just like her mother's. She never wears quite a bit eye make-up. She has pale, flawless skin, just about the same color as porcelain. Lena has a fairly small figure, but well formed figure. She stands at 5' but is usually seen in two inch heels. As far as piercings go, she has her ears pierced several times along with her nose and monroe. As for tattoos, she does have a few laced over her pale skin, but the only visible one is on her wrist.
Clothing Style: As for her clothes, she usually wears whatever she can get her hands on, which is usually stuff from thrift stores. You'd think with all the money her family has, she'd have better clothes, but because of her father's hatred, she has to find clothes on her own. But, just because they're from thrift stores doesn't mean she hates them. In fact, she'd much rather wear older clothes then new ones. She doesn't like to spend money on new clothes when there are perfectly good clothes out there... that have just been worn a few times.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family: Aaron {father}{Age 40}
History: sweet misery he called me
Ten hours of labor was too much for the small Serenity. Her frail body couldn't take the pressure and soon after her baby girl was born, the drug addict passed on. Her beautiful green eyes remaining wide open gazing at her baby girl who had just been placed in her arms. As her husband sobbed at her side, the baby began to cry. After the doctors let Aaron say his good-bye to his wife, the man stood in the ICU, just staring down at his new baby girl, but instead of gazing at her with love like other fathers looked at the newborns, he glared with a sort of fire in his eyes. In his eyes, she was the reason for all his misery. Thus, that became her name. Misery.
For several years, after their move to America, Aaron did his best to care for his child, as that's what he thought his wife would have wanted, but eventually, he just couldn't put his heart into it and everything went down hill from there. The man began to resent his child even more. By the time MJ was twelve and in the fifth grade, the man began to spend less and less time at home. He'd venture out into the night, leaving her to take care of herself. Aaron would come back during the early morning hours, dunk as could be. His only response to her words, was the back of his hand.
As the days passed, his drinking and beatings got worse. Eventually, the young Misery decided it was best not to be there when he came back from his night out, thus she began to venture by herself... which wasn't very wise to a fifteen year old. Soon enough, the inevitable happened. On her way home one night, Misery ran into a group of boys, at least two years her senior. The night grew rough and Misery became a victim of the worse thing that could possibly happen to a young girl... rape. Naturally, she was too scared to say anything and didn't return to the safety of her house for several days.
When she finally did return home, everything seemed to return back to normal. Her father didn't care and she was left to fend for herself. But, as the months passed, something didn't seem right. Every morning when Anya woke up, she'd end up sick on the bathroom floor for a good hour. She'd get all these weird cravings for foods like pickles and mangos. Day by day, all of this would get worse... and her frail figure was gaining weight. As much as she didn't want to believe it, she had a feeling she was pregnant.
Then, just when she thought things couldn't get worse, they did. For once in her life, her father noticed something. He noticed that as each month passed, she was growing, and I don't mean in height. Now, most fathers would want to try and kill the boy that did this to their daughter, but to Aaron, it was different. In his eyes, she did this to make his life even more like a hell on Earth. So, it was decided. After her baby was born, she was to leave his life and never come back.
At only the fresh age of sixteen, Misery Johnson gave birth to Mikey Ryan Johnson, and soon afterwards, she was kicked out of her home and her father's life. It was then that she took every bit of money she had saved up over the last nine months and took shelter in an old abandoned building on the North side of town and began to build herself a life. Every day, she still attends school, leaving Mikey behind at a friend's house, though her once soft shell has now hardened through all of what she's been through. Though one of the smartest kids in her school, she's possibly doing the worst out of everyone in the entire school. Guess that's what happens when you have a kid you have to put before everything else.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
About you
Name:Tia, Tia Toxic
Age:Sixteen
Experience: A little over three years. ^^
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Other: i love you?
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RP Sample:
Sad, crystal blue eyes filled with tears as a pair of shaky hands gripped tightly to a piece of parchment with three sole sentences. The raven haired woman's tears slid down her cheeks only to land on the parchment causing small tear stains to appear. For several long moments, she stared down at the words that were written in her husbands neat handwriting before she let the paper fall onto her bed and she buried her face in her hands, her body shaking from her sobs. After a moment, she lay down on her bed, her legs curling up to her chest.
Lenore could hardly control her sobs as she lay there trying to make sense of letter she had just received. As far as she knew, her husband had been dead for ten years. She was the one who found his body. His face still haunted her memories and dreams. His flawless pale skin had been a ghostly white, his emerald green eyes that had once been filled with love had turned empty and cold and his body hung limp. She could remember holding his corpse close to her body, crying hysterically and praying that this was all a bad dream... praying that he would come back to her. When he didn't wake up, she reluctantly sent for someone to come retrieve him and she said her final goodbyes a few days later at his funeral. She still remembered that pain, as she still felt it every day of her existence. Before Lenore had been blessed with her two beautiful children, he was her world.. her everything. He was her reason for living.
When Frank died, a part of her died too. For the past ten years, she lived with a hole in her heart that could never be filled again. She had loved him with all her heart. He had given her everything when she had nothing. Despite his secret, he allowed himself to love her whole heartedly and he gave her everything she had never had. He showed her what love was... just as she showed him. Although they came from two separate worlds, they managed to find each other, and when they did, nothing else mattered. When she looked into his eyes, she felt as if she was the only one he could see, the only one that mattered. He loved her and she wouldn't trade him for the world.
During their days at the castle, they would spend long hours laying in the Room of Requirement making passionate love to each other, and soon enough, would fall asleep in each other's arms, smiles on their faces. Lenore loved the feeling she got when she awoke with his arm draped around her body, holding her close to him. Even as they grew into adults, she would still cherish every night she got to spend with him. Sometimes she'd wake up and just look over at him and let her fragile fingers trace over his handsome features. He was so handsome... it was funny really, to think that they started out as bitter enemies and ended up as the happiest couple in the world. Because of him, she was able to be strong.
Now, as she cried on the bed they had once shared, clutching to a letter that was supposedly from him, all her strength had vanished. This was all way too much for her. With her children gone from the home until winter break, she had no reason to keep her sobs to herself. She could finally let go of all the tears she had been straining to keep inside in order to protect them. As she looked at the note, she couldn't help but wonder... who wrote this? It sure as hell looked like his handwriting. However, there was a strong possibility that there could have just been a spell on someone else's handwriting, but who would play such a cruel joke on her? Who would have the nerve to break her heart even further?
Finally, she decided to oblige to what the letter asked her to do, just incase there really was some kind of miracle and Frank was alive. If he wasn't and this was just a cruel joke, well someone would probably end up in St. Mungo's. After drying her eyes and tearstained cheeks, she climbed out of bed and entered her walk in closet. Merlin she was nervous. If it was Frank, she wanted to look perfect, after all, it had been ten years. She searched frantically for something to wear, but nothing seemed good enough. Oh, there was never a moment when she felt so old and unattractive. All this thinking about the past made her realize how much time had really passed. As she gazed into the mirror, she couldn't help but pick out all her imperfections. Although she still knew that no matter what, Frank would always consider her beautiful, she sure as hell didn't feel like it.
Biting down on her bottom lip, she ran her fingers through her hair and sifted through her closet, carefully examining each shirt, skirt, pant and dress. Eventually, she pulled out a lace black dress. It was the one Frank bought her on the last anniversary they shared together. Surprisingly, her figure hadn't changed and she still looked nearly flawless in the article of clothing. As she examined herself in the mirror, a very weary smile appeared on her pale face. 'Thank Merlin for Quidditch...' After slipping on heels and a dark green trench coat to protect her from the cold winds, she closed her eyes and pictured the Nysat Gardens. Tall, deep green trees, gorgeous, full flowers luscious grass. Then, with a soft popping noise and a puff of purple smoke, she disappeared.
Within a moment, she appeared in the gardens, her wand gripped tightly in her right hand. The cool night air kissed her flushed cheeks as she nervously bit down on her bottom lip. Melin, the gardens were so beautiful at this time of night. A sort of sad smile appeared on her face as she took in the sight. When she finally remembered what she was there for, she spoke. "Hello?" she called as she pivoted slowly in her spot. Her eyes scanned the darkness only to find that the Gardens appeared to be empty. Lenore could feel her blood beginning to boil.. but within a moment's time, something caught her eyes and she gripped her wand even tighter.
Sitting on one of the stone benches close to the white picket fence, was a dark figure of a man. His elbows were placed gently on his knees as he gazed up into the velvet black blanket that was glittered with stars. As she walked closer, she could see that his hair was combed neatly to the side, not a hair out of place, perfectly framing his pale face. Again, she took a step closer, only to see that the strangers eyes glimmered a brilliant emerald green in the moonlight. With her breath caught in her throat, she gazed at the man, watching silently as he took a platinum band from the ring finger of his left hand. Lenore's eyes slowly traveled down to the ring on her own hand; a gorgeous (and fairly large) princess cut diamond set in a platinum band that matched the stranger's.
Her heart stopped and she froze in her spot. As of now, the light of the moon perfectly illuminated the man's face perfect. His emerald green eyes were filled with sadness and his handsome features showed only signs of apprehension and fatigue. As if he was tired with his life... just as she felt. Lenore felt a pang of both sadness and relief in her heart as she realized that it really was Frank who sent her the letter.. and it really was Frank who was sitting several yards in front of her. All at once many questions filled her mind. Why had he been gone so long? Why did he leave her like he did? Did he fake his own death on purpose? Or had something gone horribly wrong with his health? And why did he wait until now to contact her if he had been alive all this time.
Soon enough, she pushed all those thoughts out of her mind and walked towards him, warm tears running down her face, only stopping once she was directly in front of him. Quietly, she reached down and took one of his hands in hers. "Frank..." she breathed through several sniffles as she gently raised her other hand to trace over the features of his face, causing him to look at her. Once their eyes met, her knees buckled and she knelt in front of him, her head in his lap and her hand still tightly gripping his. By now her sniffling had turned into soft sobs as her eyes closed and she took in his familiar scent of coffee and cigarettes. "Merlin... it really is you." she breathed.
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