Post by rakelsteinunn on Jun 13, 2010 20:54:22 GMT -5
Name: Lilith Amelia Reed
Nicknames: Lily
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Forks, Washington
Personality/Attitude: She's very outgoing, but sweet and nice, too. She's very emotional, and tends to cry for the littlest reasons, and smile at the most insignificant things. When she gets angry or annoyed she tends to get violent, so as a form of relief, she listens to music and writes about her feelings.
Likes: Playing the piano, singing, dancing, reading and writing poems.
Dislikes: When people that are close to her, lie to her, or go behind her back. Also people that are willing to do anything for attention.
Appearance/Picture:
Relatives/Family: Her mum, Amy, is a hard working woman who does everything to make her daughter happy.
Occupation: She's a student.
Background/History: Lily was born in Los Angeles, but moved to Forks when she was 14 years old. When she was 11 years old she lost her little brother, Jake (whom was then only 5 years old), in a car accident. After that, her parents got a divorce and her mum used all their savings to move to a much safer place, Forks.
Canon or Custom? Custom.
Timezone: eastern
Sample RP: I looked out the window as we drove back to Forks. It was raining. What a surprise. That was the beauty of L.A. It only rained 3-4 times a year, but here, in this hellhole called Forks, I was lucky if a saw just the tiniest hint of sunshine. I started digging in my bag for my notebook and a pen to write a poem about the endless rain.
"Lily, sweetheart, did you have a good time with your dad in L.A.?" my mum asked me. It was the fourth time she'd asked me that, always hoping for a different answer, but she knew how I felt about my dad.
"It was horrible. I hate being around him. You should know, you lived with him for 20 years." I answered back with distaste. It wasn't that I didn't love my dad, it was just that he always tried so hard to making my life more miserable than it already was. He was always trying to solve my problems, and telling my mum how to raise me, when he should know that raising a daughter, while working 2 jobs and trying to start a new life wasn't always so easy.
"Oh, come on now, baby. You know he loves you very much. He just doesn't exactly know how to express it." She said. She was always so defensive about him. I hated it. Why couldn't she see that he was only playing with our lives, because she let it. I know she still loved him. Why else would she be acting like that?
"He could start by stop telling me how messed up, and miserable my life is." I almost shouted back. I was getting so annoyed, and I knew that if this discussion would go on to be any longer, I would get violent. So did she.
"Just calm down baby, we'll talk about this later. I love you sweetie." She said, and stroked my chin.
I took a deep breath, and tried to calm down before I'd do anything stupid.
"I love you too, mommy" I said, and tears started to flow.
"I just miss how things used to be." I said. "I miss Jake. I miss my dad, the one I knew before It happened. I miss my life, mommy. How can life be so unfair?" I said and wiped my tears away. It was a lost cause. They just kept coming back. I just wished that It would never have happened. That we would all be happy, living in Los Angeles, and that I wouldn't know that this amount of pain existed.
"I know, baby, I know" she said. "we'll talk about this better when we get home, OK, sweetie?"
"yeah, OK."
[/center]Nicknames: Lily
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Hometown/Country: Forks, Washington
Personality/Attitude: She's very outgoing, but sweet and nice, too. She's very emotional, and tends to cry for the littlest reasons, and smile at the most insignificant things. When she gets angry or annoyed she tends to get violent, so as a form of relief, she listens to music and writes about her feelings.
Likes: Playing the piano, singing, dancing, reading and writing poems.
Dislikes: When people that are close to her, lie to her, or go behind her back. Also people that are willing to do anything for attention.
Appearance/Picture:
Relatives/Family: Her mum, Amy, is a hard working woman who does everything to make her daughter happy.
Occupation: She's a student.
Background/History: Lily was born in Los Angeles, but moved to Forks when she was 14 years old. When she was 11 years old she lost her little brother, Jake (whom was then only 5 years old), in a car accident. After that, her parents got a divorce and her mum used all their savings to move to a much safer place, Forks.
Canon or Custom? Custom.
Timezone: eastern
Sample RP: I looked out the window as we drove back to Forks. It was raining. What a surprise. That was the beauty of L.A. It only rained 3-4 times a year, but here, in this hellhole called Forks, I was lucky if a saw just the tiniest hint of sunshine. I started digging in my bag for my notebook and a pen to write a poem about the endless rain.
"Lily, sweetheart, did you have a good time with your dad in L.A.?" my mum asked me. It was the fourth time she'd asked me that, always hoping for a different answer, but she knew how I felt about my dad.
"It was horrible. I hate being around him. You should know, you lived with him for 20 years." I answered back with distaste. It wasn't that I didn't love my dad, it was just that he always tried so hard to making my life more miserable than it already was. He was always trying to solve my problems, and telling my mum how to raise me, when he should know that raising a daughter, while working 2 jobs and trying to start a new life wasn't always so easy.
"Oh, come on now, baby. You know he loves you very much. He just doesn't exactly know how to express it." She said. She was always so defensive about him. I hated it. Why couldn't she see that he was only playing with our lives, because she let it. I know she still loved him. Why else would she be acting like that?
"He could start by stop telling me how messed up, and miserable my life is." I almost shouted back. I was getting so annoyed, and I knew that if this discussion would go on to be any longer, I would get violent. So did she.
"Just calm down baby, we'll talk about this later. I love you sweetie." She said, and stroked my chin.
I took a deep breath, and tried to calm down before I'd do anything stupid.
"I love you too, mommy" I said, and tears started to flow.
"I just miss how things used to be." I said. "I miss Jake. I miss my dad, the one I knew before It happened. I miss my life, mommy. How can life be so unfair?" I said and wiped my tears away. It was a lost cause. They just kept coming back. I just wished that It would never have happened. That we would all be happy, living in Los Angeles, and that I wouldn't know that this amount of pain existed.
"I know, baby, I know" she said. "we'll talk about this better when we get home, OK, sweetie?"
"yeah, OK."
