Post by effie on Dec 29, 2011 23:32:59 GMT
EFFIE RENEE CARTER !?
'Up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness'
'Up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Um... why are you asking me this again? Oh, never mind- my name is Effie Renee Carter. Most people refer to me as Effie- it's pretty hard to shorten my name into anything remotely usable. My birthday is September 6th, and I'm eighteen years old- yes, I know I don't look it! Gender? Should I be worried at all that you need to ask me this, I mean... do I not look like a girl? Cause I am. A girl, I mean. Most definitely...anyway, I'm a fallen angel. Sounds pretty sad, right? I'm on the dark side- not that I really want to be. When I had my wings... 'revoked', shall we say, I felt... mad. I kinda just drifted into this hatred and so... I ended up on the bad side. Really I'm neutral, verging on light. But don't tell anyone- they'd have my guts for garters! And, well... I'm straight, since you asked."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Can't you just, like, take a photograph or something? I mean, I'm sitting right here in front of you. You aren't...oh, gods, are you blind? No? Oh that's a relief...right. I have brown hair- it goes different shades in different lights, but it's mostly quite dark. It's really thick, and falls to below my shoulders. My eyes are a dark brown, too- I like to refer to them as pools of chocolate. Others like to say they're pools of mud...whatever, I'm not too picky you know! I have a baby face, I guess. But don't let it fool you! I'm not as sweet as I seem, ok!? I'm rather small, standing at just shy of 5 foot 3. But the best things come in the smallest packages!
I'm rather slim, I guess, and I weight about...119 pounds, maybe? Something like that, anyway. My skin is rather pale mostly. My smile is rather... big. But I like my teeth- all perfectly straight and white, of course! And, obviously being a fallen angel, I have those darned red, long scars on my back... time can't heal everything. I found that out the hard way. They aren't ever going to leave me...
Style? Well... I suppose I dress rather fashionably? I dress for myself and nobody else. I like pretty things, and I guess my fashion sense is rather girly... But it all depends on my mood, really! If I'm in a bad mood, you'll most probably find me in black. Is this question really necessary, I mean... I don't really care about fashion. As long as you put some clothes on it's fine with me."
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"I come across as bitchy and mean and sarcastic and... well, everything that's wrong in the world to be frank! But that's just not me. Being on the dark side, you have to at least try and show some malice. I don't want to be put under suspicion as to where my alliances really lie...But anyway. Yeah. I put people off. I must admit, I've become rather good at being bitchy! A certain amount of bitchiness is key to getting through life, don'tcha think!? I mean, if you're nice all the time you just get knocked down. I learned that the hard way.
I'm funny. But in a way where only I find myself funny. Whatever. As long as I can laugh at myself, it's fine. I can be mean- mainly because I have to be, but also because sometimes the situation I find myself in call on me to act this way. I stand up for myself and my beliefs, and that's important to me. I won't allow anybody to trample all over me. I'm opinionated and not afraid to voice my thoughts. Sometimes I let too much out... Despite all of this, I'm not actually that talkative. I tend to melt into the background until I'm needed. That way it's harder for me to get caught up in things that I don't want to be involved in.
Underneath the hard exterior, I'm a sweet and caring person. I'll only let my guard down for a few people though- I've been hurt a lot in the past. I'm a... I guess you could call me a romantic? I want to find my soulmate- I just hope for the best when it finally happens. I like to think of myself as intelligent, too. Not, like, super-smart, but I have enough brains to get me where I need to be in life. I've managed to stick around with the dark crew without any of them realizing I don't actually agree with them, right? I'm a secretive person- I don't like to share my life details with everyone I meet.
I'm a generally quiet person. I get on with most people, and I don't really like confrontation and conflict. If I dislike someone I just stay away from them. Unless, of course, they try to start something with me. I'm not weak, and I refuse to allow others to bully me. You get what you give when it comes to me, and I'm not afraid of letting someone know what I think of them if it comes to that. I do like people...I just chose who I talk to carefully! I like coffee. A lot. It's an addiction for me. I like to read, and I like to walk. You're probably not listening to any of this, but... oh well. I like music a lot, and I play guitar... not in front of people though!
There are quite a few things I dislike- such as bullies, this whole war business...I hate that I'm no longer a guardian angel. Of course, it's my own fault for not carrying out my duties, but...never mind. I don't like the rain. I don't like conflict. Come to think of it- there's a lot of things I dislike! Especially bratty people. Oh, and smoking. Smoking is something that gets me mad. A habit... I suppose you could call the fact that I'm always moving a habit, right? Like, seriously, I hate sitting still.
I'm scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of not finding my soulmate, I'm scared of the people from the dark side finding out that my loyalties aren't with them... it scares me that I can't feel things. When someone touches me. That I bleed when I'm cut, but I can't feel a damn thing. My only real desire is to find my soulmate! I want a normal life, and I want the war to end with a good conclusion."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Ah, this is getting a little personal now, isn't it? I don't... I guess I don't have a family. I suppose those guardian angels would regard themselves as brothers and sisters, but since I'm no longer one of them...well. I never knew my parents. Frankly, I don't want to know them. They left me at an orphanage practically as soon as I was born, and that's the only thing anybody has ever told me about them. They can't have been decent people...how could they leave a baby girl with no family? And that orphanage wasn't a nice place to start life in, let me tell you! If I ever met my parents today I'd have to tell them exactly what I thought of them...
Anyway. As I said, I started life in an orphanage. It was cold, the food wasn't good, and the nuns that looked after us were the harshest bitches I've ever met. Us orphanage kids always stuck together, so... well, I guess I had a sort of family for some part of my life...People would come and adopt the kids, but never me. I always wondered why. I guess someone had a bigger plan for me! Well, as it so happens... that plan was death. At the age of eighteen I was run over by a car, and I found myself as a guardian angel! Of course, it was the oddest transition anybody's ever gone through. You can't imagine how weird it is, to know you're dead but an angel. I bet you're wondering how somebody as sweet as me became fallen? I like to call it a mistake, on their part.
Caring and loving, I looked after my human as I was supposed to. I loved my new lifestyle. I suddenly belonged, I was no longer an orphaned girl with no family and no prospects. But it wasn't meant to be. My human became... evil, if you could call it that. He did a lot of things that I couldn't condone- including murder. I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't protect somebody who didn't deserve it. At one point they were attacked and I wasn't there to save them, and I didn't want to save them. And that was that. My wings being taken... it was the most painful memory, both mentally and physically. They were part of me. I didn't feel whole without them... I'm not whole without them. But I stand by what I did. If I'd protected someone that was capable of such awful thing, I wouldn't be able to 'live' with myself."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"I'm Laura, I'm sixteen and I found you through an affiliate on another site. My time zone is Greenwhich mean time. I have no other characters as of yet. A random fact... I used to have green hair?!"my most current rp sample:
Was it really too much to ask for just a little undisturbed peace in this place? There was rarely such time that one could get completely away from everything that they disliked about the camp, and Elijah's earlier anger was back in full force. Were ten blissful moments all that he was worthy of? He raised his eyes heavenward, as if his glare could somehow pierce through the skies and reach the Gods above. He liked to blame everything bad that happened in his life on them. It made him feel a lot better. Ugh. Maybe Zeus had heard his earlier thoughts, that his rock was just that- a rock. Maybe he'd taken offence, and decided to turn the world against Elijah. Unlikely... but then nobody really knew what the Gods were capable of.
He returned his attention to the girl before him. She was pretty... well, more than that, but Elijah wasn't about to compliment her- even non-verbally- when she'd just destroyed his momentary happiness. One look at her and he knew he'd under-estimated her. She didn't seem like the type of girl to back down easily. Well, fine. Elijah could cope with that- he'd never shied away from conflict before, and if she wanted to argue about it then they would. And then she'd back down. Her expression of revulsion had him mentally rolling his eyes. It was a good mask, he'd give that to her, but he also knew there was no way that she could judge his appearance and end with that result.
Elijah could sense an oncoming fight. Both of them were standing in rather offensive poses, and her eyes glared back at him with the same fire that he guessed was mirrored in his own. He felt no trepidation- he was aggravated at the loss of his alone time, and if he was honest, the idea of an argument was suddenly very appealing. The fact that his anger had come back so quickly just proved to show that he hadn't calmed down as much as he'd hoped. Only a few things could remedy this current issue- an argument was one of them. Else he'd have to find some other way. Suddenly, archery sounded like a good idea again... but no. No, he was Elijah Du Croix, and if this bitch thought she could intimidate him into leaving the place then she was wrong. He'd been there first! Ugh, life was so unfair.
Her derisive snort had him swallowing down more snarls and growls. He had no idea whose daughter she was, but really they ought to have taught her when she could win a fight and when she couldn't. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and the dark-haired boy breathed in deeply. This girl was pushing all of his buttons and she had barely said a word! Elijah put it down to the fact that his temper was sensitive right now, his eyes trailing her body, forcing his expression to be bored and cold. Raising an eyebrow he tilted his head to the side, to let her know he was judging her appearance through and through. Inwardly, he noted her attraction again. Outwardly, he wrinkled his nose, eyes reaching her face again. People usually took it to heart when he expressed dislike in their appearance.
"No. I've just decided that I'm going to stay right here for now. Alone." the dark-haired boy emphasized the last work, knowing it wouldn't get through her thick skull no matter how many times he said it. His eyebrows flew up as she stepped forward- she was either brave or foolish! "No. Turn around and head back to your cabin like a good girl. The forest is rather dangerous, you know." His tone was patronizing and just a little mocking. "I'm sure you can find another place. Far, far away from here, thanks." His hands twitched, as he resisted the urge to drag her back through the forest himself and he turned to the side in a show of dismissal. His mistrust showed, though, as he continued to glare at her from the corner of his eye.
