Post by annie1 on Dec 5, 2011 17:56:05 GMT
misery florence winters
i’ll say this once again, you people, you are my friends.
the devil, he can’t come in tonight, that’s right
[/center]age;; nineteen
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; noneeee
position in band;; fan
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; kaya scodelario
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DETERMINED
missy has always known precisely what she wants out of life. she has always had the exact same goal ever since she learned what music was and was old enough to choose a particular job. she has always been a rather stubborn girl when it comes down to what she thinks about something, anything really, and most of her friends think that is what makes her a great critic. when she walks, she knows exactly where she’s going. she doesn’t generally simply walk around just for fun. she has a goal and she goes for it. she reaches it until she can grip it and never gives up on it. it’s really hard to get something out of her mind when she wants it and, unless you have a lot of time to waste, i would suggest you did not try such a thing because it’s pretty much useless.
CHILDISH
everyone needs to let go of things from time to time and being an absolutely ridiculous child is missy’s way to let go of everything and simply have fun with her life. she likes to run around under the run; she likes to listen to music while hugging her teddy bears; she likes pulling pranks on her friends; she likes eating candy probably more than everything in this whole wild world. even if she is emancipated, she still acts like a child when she doesn’t have to be serious such as when she has to work or something like that. in her opinion, everyone should be just like her. they should know what they want and go for it while still being able to know when they’re being way too serious about things for their own good.
LOVING
unless you step on her toes more than once or twice, or unless you’re a complete jerk to her or one of her previous friends, then you should not be at all worried about her not liking you. she’s a very loving and caring person who loves to take care of others apart from her. in fact, she generally prefers taking care of someone else over taking care of herself. she finds it way too selfish and then feels bad about putting so much time and effort on her very own person. when she can, she will most likely want to help you or pretty much anyone who asks for it. she’s not at all a shy girl and will definitely offer to help you if she notices that you are having some kind, any kind, of problem. she’s also not afraid to get down and dirty.
likes;; pulling pranks, teddy bears, any kind of sport, writing, photography.
dislikes;; people who don’t get humour, war, lazy asses, people messing with her head, assholes.
quirks and habits;;
PLAYING WITH HER HAIR
this can happen whenever she’s feeling bored. she usually tries not to do it when someone is talking about something that’s obviously important to them and she doesn’t find it interesting at all. don’t take it personal if she ever does it in your presence, however. she doesn’t even notice she’s doing it unless someone tells her. so, if you do find it disturbing, don’t be afraid to let her know.
PLAYING WITH THE HEM OF HER SHIRT
this normally happens when she’s either feeling nervous or uncomfortable, which is pretty much the same. anyway. she tends to pull at the hem of her shirt and then twirl it around her index finger only or around that one along with her middle. it pretty much destroys all of her favourite shirts but she really simply can not help it.
strengths;; expressing herself, writing, defending herself, pulling pranks
weaknesses;; children, people who cry in front of her, holding back her feelings, listening
fears;; she’s scared she’ll never accomplish anything in her life.
goals;; becoming a great critic of music and go to concerts for the rest of her life.
history;;
misery florence winters was born to two young lawyers, florence anastasia phillips and cassius anthony winters, on january first nineteen ninety-two. they had both just graduated from law school and had gotten married about nine months ago. on their wedding night, as any other couple, they did sleep together but didn’t quite plan for it to turn out like that. in fact, they had never quite wanted a child. when they got married, they had agreed to put all their efforts into their careers so they could have a great life. and, that was exactly what they did. as soon as she was given birth to, misery was left alone by both her father and her mother. they immediately started working on their careers and, by the time their only child was seven, they were known worldwide. they missed birthday after birthday. they even missed christmas a few times because they were away doing what they loved the most which was their job. in fact, misery barely ever saw either one of them. she would spend most of her time with the nanny they had hired to watch after her. mary, her nanny, was the only one misery truly considered to be family. she was the only one who really seemed to give a damn about her.
to forget about how much her parents did not seem to care about her, misery started getting into music a lot. it was her way out, her way to finally live all these emotions she had been holding inside. she could spend hours and hours simply listening to music of pretty much any kind. usually, when she laid in bed, she would listen to calm or indie music. and when she was moving around, doing exercise or something like that, she would most likely listen to pop. she enjoyed everything. she started writing about music when she was eleven. she then learned how to play guitar, bass, drums, saxophone and others. she was a rather quick learner. her life was pretty normal except from the fact that she did not actually have parents. when she entered high school, she was already quite popular. in middle school, she had been known to always invite friends over. she did not have any adult supervision whatsoever on mary’s days off so she could do whatever she wanted. when she started high school, it was pretty much the same. she always was the first one to throw a party.
as soon as she turned eighteen years old, misery decided it was time for her to leave the family’s nest. her parents, even if they did not seem to give a damn about her, had put enough money in her bank account for her to live on simply that for the rest of her life. she decided that she did not really have to go to college. she applied on a website dedicated to music and concerts and got a job as a critic on there. every now and then, she also writes articles for magazines about her experiences. she basically lives in her car right now and follows the tour everywhere. most people who know her would not describe her as the typical fan. sure, she loves getting pictures with the bands and asking for autographs. she’ll also be the first one to jump around in the crowd. however, she also takes her job very seriously because she’s deeply and madly in love with it. oh, and she hasn’t talked to her parents in over a year.
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age;; seventeen
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
reading a book was definitely one of her favourite things to do when she was bored and had absolutely nothing else such as homework or some other thing to do. few people simply read for fun nowadays. people of her age enjoyed much more going out and getting as drunk as someone could possibly get. they had sex here and there and then went back home complaining about how much their head was hurting. the teenager led a much simpler lifestyle than all of those and she liked to think it was by choice even if she knew that, if she had chosen otherwise, she still would have not been able to live like her peers. so books were the things she loved the most as of now about life. before, if you asked her what she liked to do, she would have answered you that she enjoyed having a conversation with someone about an interesting subject of any kind. however, that opportunity had not been given to her as of lately and so books were the only thing she had. it was kind of the same, to be honest, except from the fact that, instead of being in contact with flesh and warmth, you were in contact with paper. period. but she liked it. she liked how she could simply let herself fall into their universe. most of the time, she would find herself becoming part of the story, as if she was truly living it with the characters. it had been rather pathetic after she had finished reading harry potter, really, running around and making it seem like if she could actually hex someone. she was convinced it would not have surprised a few people that she was, in fact, a witch. she had, after all, been called like that once. but that was not the point. she had found some kind of comfort in books, as if she could let go of everything that was on her mind as she read them. she would forget about every single one of her problems and fully focus on the story. other people would have normally went to talk to one of their friends or to their parents, but it was not like she could do such a thing, was it?
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
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