Post by evalisse on Jun 23, 2011 21:43:32 GMT
EVALISSE MARISOL VAZQUETELLES !?
'look at him look at me that boy is bad and honestly hes a wolf in disguise '
'look at him look at me that boy is bad and honestly hes a wolf in disguise '
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"I don't particularly like speaking about more personal sides of me, but since it's pretty mandatory to know I have to suck it up. Well, my full name is Evalisse Marisol Vazquetelles. I'd much rather prefer if you called me Eva. My name is far too long for most to remember so, let's just shorten it down. Make things less complicated. I am currently twenty-three years old as of January first. I would tell you the year I was born, but no thanks. You most likely took math when you were younger, so you can count back the year I was born. Anyways, enough with the rambling. As for the species I am, I am a mermaid. Not really too keen on it, but things could have been worse and I could been some blood sucking demon or something. Oh! I forgot, I"m female. Obviously... Ah fuck, back to the species thing. About the war and all, I could really care. Back where I'm from, it was the same. I feel the humans have a right to know, but all the less, they shouldn't be torture like others are thinking. So you could say I just don't give a damn? And um, as for the question of my sexuality. I'm heterosexual, but I'm open minded. But yep, that's basically me. Nice to meet you? "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"To start off, no I am not Sheila Marquez. I'm flattered you think so, because people always mistake me for her. I am far more plain and not as edgy as her. I do resemble her a lot, but I am most definitely not that beautiful vixen. I do have long, dark hair like her. My hair is naturally curly and goes down to the middle of my back. When it is straightened it is close to my butt. Matching my dark hair is my tan skin. I used to tan a lot back in Puerto Rico, but I resided back to my pale tan. I also have round brown eyes that match the color of my hair. When I'm angry, my eyes turn black though. Or well, when I'm in my mermaid form my eyes turn pitch black. Away from that awkward subject, I am at 5'9" and I weigh about one twenty one pounds. That is also was takes me away from looking like Ms. Marquez. She is far slimmer than me, I have a little pudge from my love for junk food. I can't help it if I see yummy, I have to eat it.
Oh, I do have one tattoo. It's a tree that is on the left side of my torso. Here's a picture: my tattoo. It symbolizes my growing family and growing families around me. I try my best to hide it, considering I don't like showing off my body too much. I mostly wear baggy shirts I'll find at good will or something. I wear a lot of jeans a shorts. I usually only wear dresses when I'm in a good mood. But I do wear all types of shoes. Somedays you'll see me in boots, heels, sneakers, or even barefoot. I just try to modest with how I dress half the time. Don't want to scare people off with my womanly parts. I am a shy person about my body. Even though when I am in my true form I am practically naked. And I can't really think of too many other things to speak about considering my appearance. I do have occasional freckles that show up on my body and a lot of beauty marks. Oh and when you see me I usually look like I'm frowning, but I swear I'm not... "
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"I've already established that I'm a pretty bashful person. I tend to hide information from others. I don't know, it's just something about other people that doesn't seem right. So I tend to push people away. I sometimes come off as a bitch because of it. And I try so very hard to control my anger, so it's rare you'll actually see me being bitchy. I promise I'm one of the nicest people you'll meet. I just don't get along with most people, but I"m still polite about it. Only once have I lost my tempter severely. But let's not discuss that. Well I'm a pretty simple person. I like to listen to music, I love to swim, I like to go out a lot. You'll always see me somewhere. I never stay in the house too long. I hate being trapped inside. I just hate feeling trapped in general. I hate having to stay around people for too long. I feel suffocated. I just hate the thought of being around the same person for years.
Maybe that's why I hate relationships. Who knows? Back to the positive. The feeling of being trapped is scary, it's just frightening. I like reading a lot and I like to play the piano. I used to play the piano at my local park back in Puerto Rico. I used to play for the children and sometimes sing with them. Even though I can't sing, I hate to. Oh I like the fact that I'm bilingual. I can actually speak three languages. I speak Spanish (which is my first language), English obviously, and French. I spent some time in France when I eighteen. I actually lived with my aunt there. I hate French boys though, they're assholes. But I do have a weakness for them. They're just too adorable. Any foreign boy can get my heart. I'm such a sucker for romance. I'm so addicted to romance novels it's ridiculous. I just really would love to have those perfect guys that are in the books. Or the type of people that are horrible, but you just can't resist them. I've had that, but it was hell.
I just have a huge weakness for boys and food. It's horrible. I am always eating, it's a horrible habit of mine (biting my nails too). If it's healthy or not. Even though I work out a lot. I'm extremely strong, which I guess is a strength. Haha, I don't know. I'm really healthy though, despite the fact I purge on junk all the time. I'm not even sure how I stay skinny. Anyways, on to more important stuff. Uh, a secret? Let's say I am extremely shy but behind closed doors I am a completely different person. I tend to act different around certain people. Isn't that how everybody is though? Some people just bring the bad out in me. And I love it. But on to more important things. I can't even think of anything else. I'm pretty much simple. I've already stated how I felt about the war, I don't even believe in God really, and uh. I guess that's it. Right? "
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"If you haven't figured it out by now from how many times I've mentioned it, I'm from Puerto Rico. I've been all over the Caribbean though. But I'm from Ponce, Puerto Rico. A nice little place by the water. The waters aren't safe though. And I found that out on my own. Onto the story of my life though. I lived with my mother, Janisa, who lived in Ponce. My father, Javin, lived in San Juan which was quite a drive. They had divorced when I was about five. My mother thought he was a tool. He had cheated on her with my aunt, who now lives in France for those reasons. My mom and aunt don't talk, even though I'm close to both of them. I have one other sibling, but he's pretty much a little doucher. He's three years younger than me and I can't stand him. We don't really talk. After I caught him stealing some money out my purse I don't talk to him much. But he doesn't even matter. I lived a pretty decent life, moving from Ponce to San Juan every other month to live with my mom or dad wasn't really stressful. Change was nice to me.
The Caribbeans aren't as nice as everyone calls them out to be. The waters are dangerous. That was exactly how I got turned into a mermaid. None of my family even knows. I still don't even know how I became a mermaid myself. I just remember walking along the seashore, my feet in the water, when I began to hear a faint voice singing. They were singing a song in Spanish. When I stopped to listen, the song changed into a soft whisper of my name. I looked all around me and then looked out into the water to see a head peaking out the water. It was a boy with dark skin, his hair hanging over his perfectly chizeled face. I was taken away by his beauty and his ominous voice which was whispering for me to come to him. I was wearing a bathing suit, so I just began to walk deeper into the waters. I reached the boy finally and he smiled at me, his perfectly white teeth. I remember his asking me "¿Dónde debe usted estar?" Which means where must you be. And I stupidly said "with you" and he pulled me close, running his hands through my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we just stared at each other His smile slowly fell and I suddenly had a mouthful of water and I was plummeting into the water with his strong arms around me. His grip was so tight, I began to scream, but more water found my lungs and I could feel myself slowly dying. He began to bite me, and not the nice kind of friendly bites. He was breaking skin and ripping it apart. I tried to fight as hard as I could against him, but nothing was working. And then it was over. I awoke to people shaking me. I opened my eyes and I was staring up at two old fishermen looking at me with deep concern. I was wrapped in a blanket and I looked down at my body and realized I was naked. I pulled the blanket closer around me and looked at them with a look of disbelief. I had no idea what was going on.
My whole body was aching and I had a horrible bites all down my body, more prominent on my legs. The men began to ask me how I had gotten those bites. I was so terrified, I told them all what happen in a fit of tears. When I finished they just looked at eachother and nodded. They told me I was lucky I had gotten away in time, but I was hit with a horrible curse. I began to laugh. Curse? What kind of stuff where they smoking? But they were both serious. I began to cry again and one of the men explained what had dragged me under the water and what was going to happen for now on. He told me to go into the water and wait until night to go back to my home. I asked how I would make it back through the water without help and he then picked up a nearby bucket and tip a little water onto me and I gasped. Before my eyes I watched my two horrible bleeding legs turn into a beautiful, scaly, shimmery tale. It was like a fairy tale. I sprouted a fucking tail. I stared at it and looked at the water. They said I'd be able to survive for the day in the water and nothing would try and harm me. I nodded and began to slowly climb into the water. I told them a thank you and began to just tread water while their boat soared away from me. I ducked my head underwater and I gasped as I could easily see around me and I could breath perfectly. It was just wonderful. I smiled as a school of fish passed me and I began to swim. I was lightening fast and it all just felt natural to me. As night came closer, I had had a day to explore this new world and body. I hadn't come across the man who had tried to drown me, but I had come across a few women, er mermaids, that looked like me. They just stared openly, and I began to reach closer to shore.
It was pitch dark and I began to reach the shore. As the water got deeper I began to drag myself until I was fully onto the sand. I slowly watched my tail turn back into two legs. I smiled to myself and got up, staring around me. Then I sprinted back home. I climbed into my room through the window and I quickly put clothes on. I walked out of my room and I was attacked by my mother with hugs and kisses. She had thought I went missing and she looked over my body and I realized that my bite marks had healed and were no longer there. I smiled to myself and hugged my mother back. I then ate dinner and went on with my usual schedule. I was fifteen at the time, so I had to get ready for school the next morning. The next morning I had gotten ready to get the shower and turned the tap on and as soon as the water hit my hands I felt my legs give in under me and I fell face first to my tile floor. I screamed as I fell. That was when I knew this wasn't as great as I thought it would be.
Anytime I tried to brush my teeth, take showers, or when it rained, it was extremely difficult. But over years I began to get used to it. I just never returned to the waters where I was...turned? I had only returned once and that was completely regrettable. That was the day I had lost my tempter. That was the day I had left Puerto Rico. I had done something completely horrible. I drowned a boy. I was eighteen at the time and it was night again and I was wondering if I would come across the man who had changed me. All I remember is walking and a boy had called my name from down the shore. I thought it was mermaid guy again and I turned around in anticipation, but I turned to see an ex-boyfriend of mine. I frowned. He was drunk and staggering over to me. I began to back away, knowing how he was when he was drunk. He was very abusive and mean, a big reason why we broke up. He began to walk closer to me, trying to kiss me. When I began to push him off he then resulted into swearing at me and calling me a whore and all that jazz. Then we began arguing and I must have said something wrong to him, because he pushed me into the water. My tail sprouted as soon as I hit the water and I don't know what came over me, but the little bitch had actually put his hands on me and that just set me off. I grabbed him by the ankles and he began to scream. An unknown strength egnited in me and I dragged him deeper into the waters swimming so far under. I hadn't even realized he had stopped struggling long ago, but I was intent on dragging him to the bottom. I had passed through a tall grass of seaweed and big slab fell on my face. I pushed it out the way and looked down at my exboyfriend in horror. He was bruised and bloodied up from the fight he put up against me. I dropped him in fear and watched as he slowly floated lower to the bottom. I quickly reached the surface of the water and ran home as soon as I hit land. I ran to my home and packed my things, not telling my mom or dad I was leaving. I grabbed some money from the college fund I kept stashed in my room and went for the next plane out. I was going to France in search of my aunt. I stayed in France for quite awhile. I just recently left. And now I"m here. I heard there were more people like me here. So I figured I'd fit in better. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"HELLO!, I'm Circe or Circecicle. I found you guys from Emily. Shes an old rp friend. And I thought this site was awesome. Uh I don't know my time zone
Change is a phenomenal part of life. Keith knew he had completely rearranged how he acted towards people and towards himself. He had changed in both good and bad ways. Keith used to be the immature douchebag who would set a bag of flaming dog shit on your door step or date you just to say he had. Keith didn't care for anybody, not even for himself. So he wrecked his body and he wrecked all the relationships he had with people around him. He swore he would never regret anything he did, but those were some of the things he wished he could take back. He had been bad off even before the accident with his family, but after the whole incident he was even more fucked up than before. Keith was just letting the money they had gotten get to him and when the car crash happened it was kind of a slight wake up call. But not enough of a wake call to make him stop. He actually became worse. Keith was from then on an emotionless walking zombie. Who fed off of everybody elses emotions just for the fun of it. Keith didn't care after that. And now that his mind was cleared up, he had no idea what he was thinking when he was into fucking with everybodies mind. He used to be such a manipulative person. Now he was just so quiet and laid back it was surprising.
Getting over the fact that his family was dead took a long time. The reality finally hit him when he his feelings started to grow for Owen. His obsession with Cierra was so much different. It was no where near any type of love or affection. It was just a need to have her and be around her. With Owen, it was so much different. Owen had tampered into emotions he had never thought he could feel again. So if just confused him and made him pretty stressed out and pissed. He was over thinking everything and so confused. Keith had also let thoughts he had suppressed so deep in his mind that had led him into the reality of how his life really was hit him. He was just a sad little prick who did meth, was in love with a slut, treated his remaining family like they never existed, and was just realizing he was gaining feelings for his gay friend. Who was now his boyfriend. Which was also pretty surprising. He still didn't understand why Owen still stuck around. Keith was a mess. Owen was just far too patient and nice with him. Keith was suspecting everyday that Owen would just act to end their little relationship.
They had been in hiding about their relationship for over a year. And he knew Owen's previous boyfriend had been the same way. So Keith was just terrified of the thought that Owen would find Keith to be just another let down. But Owen just stuck around and they were just doing wonderfully. Keith was still very on edge. He still had that creeping feeling Owen would just get bored and leave. Keith wasn't anything special. Just any other whiny, bipolar, suicidal wannabe. Who complained far too much and had so much many problems it could fill a book. Keith knew things were at their best. But every good thing had to come to an end. And he was wondering when that would hit. That horrible tidal wave to just hit and knock Keith and Owen apart. So much was just piling in his mind. All negative thoughts. Why couldn't anything ever be easy? Then life would just be boring.
Keith slightly used the excuse of his extreme hunger to close the itching feeling of guilt as he hid his little secret from Owen. Stuffing his face with food would just keep him quiet and less suspicious. Keith let out another loud belch, continuing to pat his flat stomach. He looked at Owen and rolled his eyes playfully."Does everything have to be sexual with you. You disgust me. Humph." Keith turned his face away dramatically trying not to laugh. Another habit when he was around Owen, he could never hold a straight face. Not even with a serious conversation. Keith had always been that way. That was probably the only thing that stayed with him. His corny, fucked up sense of humor and his never being able to stop smiling in awkward situations. Whenever things got uncomfortable he would have to crack a joke to try and lighten the air around them. Either it would work or just go crashing down. With Owen he naturally was always bubbly and smiling, unless of course he was just in his usual diva moods. Which Owen always knew how to fix. Keith didn't know what he would do if he had never had Owen. He'd probably just live a life of misery.
Keith literally bursted out in laughing at Owen's "logic" of his previous statement. He shook his head. Owen and Keith always had the oddest conversations. They had no boundaries with anything. They were both freaks of nature. Keith gave him a look of disbelief when he stopped talking."You just love to make things difficult. And babe, I could easily deprive you of sex." He knew that was a lie. Both Owen and Keith were somewhat of sex addicts. There was barely a moment where they were going at it. At that moment they were just eating. He knew as soon as they were done they would probably be all over each other. It was kind of just how they were. Keith thought sex with girls was so much more pleasurable, but nothing could match to the wonderful feelings Owen gave his body. Keith tried to shake those thoughts out of his mind before he had a huge boner out of no where. Which would probably just amuse Owen and he would get a good laugh out of it. And then he'd probably jump Keith's bones. Keith was about to literally slap himself before he just let his fantasies get the best of him. He stuck his tongue out at Owen just to be childish.
Keith smiled to himself at the reaction Owen had to his touch. He continued to run his fingertips over his skin. Keith almost forgot what they were talking about for a second until Owen spoke. Oh fuck. Yeah, Ryland. Keith never thought Ryland could cry ever. She was so strong, it was weird seeing her so small and vulnerable. Ryland never showed much emotion either. Anger, lust, or amusement. Keith only saw those three emotions on her. Nothing else. It was just weird to see her break down like that. He could not get the look on her face out of his head. It was like a never ending video playing in his mind. Keith was kind of scared to see her again, but he knew she would pop up sooner or later. Keith was also afraid she'd try to make a move on him. Keith was committed to Owen fully, but he was always curious what it would be like to hook up with Ryland. So if she caught him at the right moment he knew she could get him. Ryland knew it would hurt Owen, but Ryland was in her careless moods over the past few months. Keith was just worried for her.
Keith sighed, thinking over Owen's words. He would never wish those kinds of feelings Ryland was going through to anybody. She was just a wreck. Getting sloppy drunk. She was just due to get arrested or something. Keith glanced over at his window, staring at his white blinds."You should try having a heart to heart with her something. You're good with all that mushy shit." Keith nudged Owen, smiling widely. And he was telling the truth. Owen always knew the right thing to say in bad situations. He always made things better when it seemed it would never be good again. Ryland just needed a little of some Owen speeching and ranting then she'll be declared a happy woman again. Hopefully.
Yeah, Keith was never good with revealing anything to anybody. He always had to make it awkward. At that moment he was just stuttering like an idiot. He was just so unsure of how to even start or what to say. So he just sputtered out nonsense. Keith smiled slightly when he felt Owen's hand intertwine with his. Then he felt Owen's body turn onto his stomach and lean against his own body. Keith didn't want to look at Owen, but he did. He had a huge look of guilt on his face. Keith's eyes widened when he said meth. He tried to run over his night. There had been a lot of drugs, but thankfully not meth. He could not get into that shit again."No. Just a lot of shit that is not legal at all." Keith leaned his head back onto his pillow letting out a loud and frustrated groan. Keith looked up at Owen again when he began to speak. He was relieved he wasn't mad. Keith sighed. Hopefully Owen would mess up himself and do something bad like Keith did. Owen had a lot of self control. Which he admired.
Keith smiled at Owen when he nuzzled his head into his stomach. Owen's soft lips touched the sensitive skin on his stomach and his whole body quivered with happiness. The look in Owen eyes when he looked back at Keith sent him wild. Keith leaned his head back on the pillow, biting his lip slightly. Owen was too much of a tease. Keith ran his hands through Owen's soft hair."Ah fuck it, come here." Keith sat up and pressed his lips against Owen, showing him how bad he wanted him. Keith pulled Owen back, by gripping onto his shirt so Owen was hovering above him. Keith moved against from his lips, kissing down his neck nibbling on his skin giving him little love bites. Keith pressed his hips closer to Owen's, showing him how much he was really enjoying this. He laughed to himself. Finding himself attached to Owen's lips again. See, anything set those two off.
, I'm Circe or Circecicle. I found you guys from Emily. Shes an old rp friend. And I thought this site was awesome. Uh I don't know my time zone 
