Title: WAYLAND, helena
Helena Wayland - December 2, 2007 11:04 AM (GMT)
Alias:Lucy
Age:
How Did You Find Us?RC&R
Other Characters:
Full Name:Helena Lucianna Wayland
Nicknames:Hell, Lena.
Age:sixteen
Gender:Female
Birthday:September 25
Astrological Sign:Libra
Sexual Orientation:Strai-...Errr. Undecided?
Grade:sophomore
Clique:Rebel*
School Activities:
Power:Mediumship
Personality Traits:
[x]silent but deadly.
[x]observant of her surroundings.
[x]a good liar and is not easily lied to.
[x]determined for vengeance.
[x]manipulative.
General Personality:
Helena Lucianna Wayland. The black sheep of the family. The disappointment of the family. The new face of failure to the younger ones (well, that's what her parents said. Wonderful folks, aren't they?). Helena is not one of those plastic prep girls who walks around in pink. Neither is she those poser goth girls who parades in black but when in the confinements of their room, she listens to Gwen Stefani in a pink jumper. No. She isn't. Hell (that's what her parents like to call her, Hell. Ironic), doesn't like liars. She loathes them but not everybody practice what they preach. Get what I mean?
Lena, like some call her, is usually stereotyped as the freaky goth girl. To her though, stereotyping is just plain garbage. Emphasize, 'G-A-R-B-A-G-E'. Please. She is who she is. She doesn't call herself some goth person. So what if she likes that genre of music? What if she wears a whole lot of black? She dress the way she likes and what she feels comfortable in. She doesn't dress that way because of a trend. Trends are for people who doesn't have a life and are also clueless.
People call her a silent rebel. True and she takes it as a compliment. Thank you very much too! Drug abuse and all that things are usually accused to people like her but the truth is she's straight-edged. One of the reason is because it's healthy and she wants to prove people wrong (especially those who certainly will remove her from the family right after she finishes school). In addition, she's also a Vegan and trust me, living in a house full of carnivores is mental torture (at least, she doesn't stay there anymore!). Hell sees eating animals as murder and besides that, eating something that used to have a face is just too much for words.
Hell doesn't need and neither does she likes attention. She guesses living in a house full of people who ignores her all the times does have its effects of a person. Don't you think so? One of the benifits of being invincible is that you get a whole lot of time to yourself. Meaning she gets to write a lot, read a lot and do whatever she wants to do. If she's stopped, she'll just probably run you over with her car. Probably is used because you never know what she mights think of. A bull dozer would be nice once in a while. People also see Hell as a vulnerable person. Truth is she really isn't. She just looks that way. A picture doesn't paint a thousand words. If someone takes advantage, she'll probably lash out with her venomous words. Her venom is a pile up of all her anger and pain collected over the years. In conclusion, she'll treat you the same way you treat her. She's a believer of Karma.
Likes:
[x]animals.
[x]writing poetry, lyrics and stories.
[x]sketching and painting.
[x]music. her taste ranges from rock to classical to jazz to a little rnb.
[x]technology is a beautiful thing.
[x]loud music
[x]precious, intricate vintage jewelery
[x]buying paintings and other art.
Dislikes:
[x]posers
[x]liars
[x]drama queens
[x]show offs
[x]bad pop music
[x]whores
Habits:
[x]biting her lower lip
[x]biting her nails
Pet Peeves:
[x]clueless people?
[x]people who label others.
Height & Weight:5'6 and 110lbs
Piercings/Tattoos: She has 5 on each ears and a lower lip ring. The treble cleft sign on the right side of her neck and a small butterfly on her ankle. For now.
Picture:
Appearance:
Helena initially has light blue eyes but she likes contacts. Her features are sharp and angular as inherited from her mother. Her skin is corpse pale, one of the things she got from her father which she hates. Her lips are rather thin in a bright shade red. Her body is lean and slender from her vegan diet along with the running she always does. She is also tall, she likes being tall because it makes her elder brother look short standing beside her.
Most people tell her she looks older than her age. Bitches they are. BUT! Being the optimistic person she is, she'll just take it as a compliment. The cause of all this matureness is unknown, probably. It could be anything, her dressing, the way she speaks, or maybe even charms. You never know. She takes her height and matureness for advantage occasionally. Like sneaking into that mature movie, or sneaking into an eighteen and above only concerts.
Hells style is different. She likes trench coats, lace stockings, pleated and sometimes plaid skirts, skinny jeans, skinny ties, leather boots, Chucks and band t-shirts for those lazy days. Her style is influenced by the usual trips to fashion shows that Vera dragged her to (the only reason why Vera even bother taking her it's because she thinks the media likes family being shot together. Whatever.). She likes vintage, a little punk, a little haute couture, a little emo and a whole lot of attitude. Growing up her style was also influenced by the music she listens too, namely by The Cure and the Misfits.
Family Members:[/i]
[x] Nathaniel Wayland, 40, father, business tycoon.
[x] Lilith Wayland, 36, biological mother, deceased.
[x] Vera Wayland, 27, step mother, bitch of the household (which she doesn't lives in anymore) and supermodel.
[x] Micheal Wayland, 21, brother, heir to father's business and out of job asshole.
[x] Evangeline Wayland, 7 years old, step sister (Vera's and Nathan's production), annoying front-toothless potential-plastic kid.
Pet(s):
[x] Cleo the Snake. Cleo is that type of snake who's small and short. She's black in colour by the way,
[x] Lola the Cat. She's white and over-puffed n stuffed Persian of Vera's.
Financial Status: Filthy R-I-C-H.
History:
[I roled-played this part because I think it's easier this way and it explains better.]
" It's a girl. " the doctor announced, handing the newborn to her mother.
Lilith was weak with a capital K. She's lost a lot of blood and has been in labour for at least 5 hours now. As the doctor passed the little baby to her, she couldn't help but cry happy tears. She turns to her husband and smiled weakly. Immediately, her joyful tears turned into sorrow. She knew her husband is having an affair. Everybody does. Sometimes denial is not the best way to cure a broken heart. The tears continued to flow down her porcelain skin, a mixture of joy and melancholy.
" What do you want to name her, Nathan? " she whispered not at her husband but to the one minute old baby.
She bit back tears and planted a gentle kiss of the baby's head.
" Helena..." she muttered.
" Lucianna as her middle-name. " Nathan snapped out of the blue. He seemed so interested with his nails before.
" Lucianna. Lucius. Lucifer?" the mother thought. She doesn't like that thought but what to do? His orders are law. She nodded curtly in agreement, stroking the baby's tiny and fragile hand.
" Wouldn't you like to hold her? " she asked her husband.
" No. " he answered quickly.
Arranged marriage equals disaster. Enough said. The view of the labor room was the last thing that Lilith Morrison-Wayland saw. She passed away an hour after giving birth, leaving Helena Lucianna Wayland.
xxx
" Helena..? " an unfamiliar voice echoed through out the room.
She whipped around, her eyes wide in shock and horror. First the freaky dreams now this? Yeah, she thinks she's going mental. She bets that slutty maid put stuff in her food and wait till Vera finds out Nathan is screwing the maid. Boy, that'll be fun to watch.
" Helena. " It was a females voice.
She whipped around again and tumbled backwards onto the hard marble floor. A beautiful woman was standing in front of her. Okay, let me re-phrase that. A beautiful woman was floating in front of her. It's official. She's going to the local mental hospital. No doubt about it. She couldn't deny the shiver that ran down her spine, the chattering of her teeth in fear and the churning in her stomach. To be honest, who could? You got a freaking ghost floating in front of you!
" What are you? And...how do you my name? " she managed to breathed out a few words.
" Lilith. " the figure whispered softly with a warm smile.
She's heard that name before. Lilith. In a blink of an eye, the figure was gone but the name still echoed in her head. Lilith. Lilith.
xxx
[The history continues in the RP sample.]
Magic Words: Admin Edit
RP Sample:
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" Who's Lilith? " she asked Nathan, walking into his office, " Your mother. She's dead. " And...you never told me. " " Yes. " " Why didn't you? " " It's not important and she's dead. No worries. Now go to your room. " Unbelievable. Instinctively, she grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at him. She can't believe he's her father. It sounds like a swear word off her tongue. The vase missed his head by inches and shattered into pieces on the floor, making soft tinkling noise like rain. She walked away fuming and slammed her door shut right after she ran through it. First of all, she thinks she just saw and talked to a ghost. Second, she's not mental. Third, he never told her even after my previous questions. He wanted her to figure out her name and then tell her the truth. W'll never know how Nathans head work. She swears that man puts Satan to shame. She stopped dead in my tracks. She was pacing again. Great. Someone was banging the door again. Why can't they just leave me alone? She sighed and threw the nearest thing to her at the door. She was in no mood of entertaining assholes. She ignored the bangs and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She stripped down and stepped into the shower. Nothing like a hot shower to relax to. She kept her eyes closed as she ran her fingers through her shampooed hair. She had a mother. Had. He never told her. She thought about the wo-..I thought about my mother again. Her long wavy hair and her shining blue eyes. She looked like her. How dare that man whore said that it was unimportant. His life cannot and will never have more values than a normal dirty housefly. He was nothing. Even his wealth can't buy values. She leaned back and let the water ran down her body, the warmth is different from the usual coldness she get from around the manor. She will always call this manor, a manor. Never a home. She stepped out of the shower and oh fuck. There she is. Lilith. She so ain't normal and never will be. |
Alice Black - December 2, 2007 05:01 PM (GMT)
The appearance is quite short. The format is right - perhaps add two to three sentences to each paragraph? Also, can you unbold everything in the first two sections, except the titles themselves? i.e. instead of "Alias:Lucy" it would be "Alias: Lucy."
Helena Wayland - December 3, 2007 03:46 AM (GMT)
Done!
Alice Black - December 3, 2007 09:39 AM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a rebel.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the evening cycle.