Post by riacat on Jul 2, 2009 20:26:31 GMT -7
♥Amelia Claret Renauld♥
♥Lia♥
[/center]♥General Information♥
Full Name: Amelia Claret Renauld
Nicknames: Aim, Lia, Li, Mel, Claire.
Gender: Female.
Age: 25.
Race: Human.
Orentation: Heterosexual.
Health Problems: Anemia.
♥Personality♥
Basic Personality:
Stuck-up is probably the first thing that flashes thru any individual's mind. After all, she considers herself high class and expects nothing but the finest. But, of course, like any person, there's a deeper side than what they show.
Amelia can be a sweetheart if she cares to be. She can be generous and kind. Although, you'd be absolutely silly to be a stranger and think you'll be able to recieve this kind of treatment. Considering Amelia doesn't exactly have any close friends, no one should really expect that kind of treatment.
She's sharp-witted and a little on the cold side. Small talk isn't something she fancy's, then again neither are long, drawn-out conversations. She prefers the seclusion of her own home, even though she'd love to go to a party. Unfortunately, she's a little too paranoid. Even stepping out of her front door to check the mail is a nervous effort.
For the most part, she's alone, and though she tries her best to proclaim she likes it this way, it's all a facade.
She's waiting to break out of her shell.
Likes:
♥ Fashion.
♥ Classical Music.
♥ Black and White Movies.
♥ Imported Furnishings.
♥ REAL Art. Monet's and Van Gogh's.
Hates:
♥ Low-class.
♥ Cheap wine.
♥ Fast Food.
♥ Soda.
♥ Bad mouths.
Talents:
♥ Decorating.
♥ Cooking.
♥ Sewing.
♥ Trivia.
♥ Writing.
Habits:
♥ Twirling hair.
♥ Impulsive.
♥ Attention to detail.
♥ Tapping fingernails.
♥ Biting lip.
♥Appearance:♥
Skin Color: Barely bronze.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Brown.
Build: Slim/Slender.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Navel, Ears.
Choice of Clothing: Slim-fitted, well-put-together, dresses, high-fashion.
♥History:♥
History: Amelia came from a family that had absolutely nothing. She spent her child hood living with her deadbeat parents who were the only family she ever really knew. As far as she was told she didn't have any relatives. Her parents were both drug addicts and criminals, the extent of their acts she was not really aware of. The day that she turned 18, she moved out, and for the next couple of weeks was practically homeless. She hopped from one friend's house to another, mostly.
It wasn't too far past her 18th birthday that she learned about her grandparents on her mother's side, who both passed in some sort of accident. She was amazed to learn that she had been left in their will with a surprising amount of money. With the money she was given, she bought a small apartment, where she still lives. By now she has lavished it with only the finest furniture money could buy. She definately considers herself high-class, although she doesn't really do much except go to work and come back home. It's a little dangerous out there, and she's not willing to risk her neck.
Mother/Father: Jordan and Melanie Renauld.
♥RP example:♥
I was lost.
There was no point in trying to deny it any longer, I was lost and still am lost and God only knows how long I've been walking -- or stumbling -- in circles. My eyes burn, my head aches, I can't see but an inch in front of myself. Every time I look to the side my eyelids feel heavy and force me to look ahead. I don't like this, but I do like this, and I'll keep doing this until all the money in my pocket disappears. All the people keep looking at me, with fleeting glances, I wonder what they see as I hold the wall for support, leaning against it to rest for a second. So much black every time I shut my eyes.
I wake up somewhere else.
But was I ever asleep?
I'm still walking thru the crowds of people, different people, different part of town. I greedily rummage through my shoulder bag, fleeing down a small, dark alley as I grab a hold of my friend for the night. I think I'm smiling, but I might be crying, my face feels wet... I bet there is eyeliner smudged in every direction. I press the bottle to my lips, I have no idea what it is, but I know exactly where it will take me. To my surprise, it doesn't burn, it runs down my throat smoothly and the next thing I know it's gone.
I'm confused again, I'm somewhere else. It's still dark, but it's not the same alley. I can see the blur of city life just beyond my reach, but I stare at it without delight. It hurts my eyes, it hurts my head, I think I can feel my soul burning. I search for my bottle and faintly remember throwing it against a wall and watching the pieces shatter at some point that evening.
My face is wet again. What reason do I have to cry?
No, it's raining.
I wave my arm in the air, just to make sure and feel the drizzle attack me. It's cold and sharp, I have to hide from it as soon as possible.
It's amazing how much time you lose when you're drunk. So much blank time that you can't recall. At least, when you drink enough to be in the same state I'm in. I blink repeatedly and a part of me is relieved to feel as if I know what's going on around me, the other half hisses and demands more to drink, but at this point I know I have nothing left.
"One. Two. Three. Four."
Counting is always a nice trick, but my voice doesn't sound like my own and every time I look up from my ring of keys I can see a person or two looking at me. It's not as crowded as it used to be, but I go back to counting anyway. I probably look homeless, not drunk. But I'm going to sober up, because I have to go home and sleep on my bed tonight, not the ground. This bench is too uncomfortable and I'm scared to know what will happen to me if I fall asleep in the city.
So I'll keep counting. "Three. Four. Five."
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