Post by myramichel on Dec 24, 2009 20:06:57 GMT -7
† Myra - Fay - Michel †
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[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Myra Fay Michel
Nicknames: "M"
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Occupation: Violinist
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Asthma, Claustrophobia, Mild forgetfulness
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Myra has a very unique mind. She can process things faster due to her incredible gift with words and she can analyze any sort of situation with unbelievable patience. Instead of being rash, she makes decisions based on a process of calculated decisiveness. If there's something she wants to do, she'll think it through. She'll weigh out the pros and cons for every possible decision and once she's covered each valid point, she'll make a final choice. Sometimes Myra's reasonings are a bit illogical. For instance, she's tried bungee jumping, driving cross country, and even drinking a bottle of tequila by herself, -just- to have something to write about. She calls it "life experience." But drinking an entire bottle of tequila doesn't seem like the brightest thing to do, does it? She swears it made sense at the time. What if she had a character in a book who was an alcoholic? Wouldn't she need to know -exactly- how he/she felt? And then there was the bungee jumping. How could she expect to know--to really know--what a 'thrill' like that felt like unless she experienced it for herself?
Everything was part of her 'over-rationalization' theory. If it made sense to her and her purposes, then it was logical, whether people would agree with that or not. She was clearly very stubborn. She'd rather lock her feelings up in a book, or her mind, than to confide her secrets in another person. People have betrayed her in the past and for that she's become very protective of her trust. Fortunately, Myra isn't as shy as one might think for her appearance. She's open with her thoughts and her mind--save for some personal secrets--and is very easy to talk to. Most of her friends adore her for her honesty and her good humor, not to mention her charming personality. The only downside to her sweetness is the backdrop of a fiery temper. If Myra thinks she is right, and another is wrong, she will fight their views into the ground. She will become very defensive about her ideas and create irrational conclusions to aide them; even if she's wrong, she'll never admit it. She's much too proud for that.
Likes:
† Classical music
† Literature
† Sunflowers
† Art
† Strawberries
† Silence
† Sushi
† Earl Grey tea
† Margaritas
† Solitude
† Cinemas
† Winter
† Coffee
Hates:
† Cigarette smoke
† Loud noises
† Small spaces
† Cruelty
† Headaches
† Summer
† Disorganization
† Coconut
† History
† Root beer
† Shopping centers
Talents:
† Playing violin
† Writing
† Baking
† Juggling
† Cartwheeling
Habits:
† Twirling her hair
† Counting on her fingers
† Talking with her hands
† Humming when she concentrates
† Stealing pens
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Light brown / very dirty blonde
Eye Color: Auburn brown
Build: Petite, 5'2"
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Ear piercings / No scars / No tattoos
Choice of Clothing: Traditional
Other: She rarely wears any make-up
† History †
History:
Not everyone is born into a life they're meant to love. Some people are born into the wrong life completely. And others? They're just forced to get by until they figure out a way to escape. Myra was one of the luckier ones. She was born in Wells - a small city outside of England - and one of the last provinces to suffer from the War. Myra grew up living a comfortable life. Her mother, Eden Angela, was a house-wife and her father, Stephen Michael, ran his own catering business. Despite the advance in technology over the years Myra's family still managed to get by. Wells was a quaint city - more like a village - and rarely had contact with the growth of modern-day advancements.
When Myra was younger she excelled in all aspects of her life and education. She was a quiet, obedient girl with a cunning mind and an unbelievably big heart. Her parents had raised her well. They taught her good morals, the fine standards of etiquette, and to have an appreciation for the fine arts. Despite being a middle-class family, the Michel's saw themselves as refined individuals. They liked to indulge in the luxuries of life such as attending the cinema and eating at expensive restaurants. Life - for the Michel's - was a gift. Every day brought them joy and every night filled them with blissful dreams. They couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their lives than with each other.
In the year 2189 when Myra was only ten years old, everything changed. The beauty of life as she knew it quite suddenly disintegrated into a charred illusion. Civil wars were erupting around England, people were dying, and the city of Wells was completely unprepared. Before 2189, Myra thought Vampires were nothing but a myth. She thought Werewolves were folklore and that the War of 2019 was simply a story. Perhaps it was because Wells was such a small, sheltered place that Myra's parents refused to fill her mind with such rubbish. Unfortunately, it took the quarantine of Wells and the brutal death of Myra's parents for the girl's beliefs to finally change. Vampires and Werewolves did exist. They were living, breathing creatures and they felt no mercy when they literally ripped her parents to shreds. Myra never understood why they kept her alive that night. The Vampires and Werewolves were working together when they entered her house and brutally murdered her parents. She was upstairs practicing violin and forced to stop when the horrible sounds of excruciating screams came floating up the stairs. Myra remembers the moment quite vividly. Her whole body froze up, her breath caught in her throat, and all she could think about were the intentions of this "burglar" who chose to defile her home. When the burglar finally came upstairs to meet her, she nearly fainted. It was no more a thief than it was a monster with sharp, pointed fangs and large red eyes. A bark issued from behind the monster, followed by the swish of a tail as it disappeared around the corner. "What do you want from me?" she remembers saying, her conscious shocked as she watched the vanishing tail, but the monster didn't respond. It only stared at her and eyed the violin that was still clasped in her hands. Then, just as abruptly as it had appeared, it fled. It left her murdered parents downstairs without her and it gave her life at the price of being alone.
In the years following her parents' murder, Myra went through three or four foster homes. Fortunately, all of the people she stayed with were incredibly nice to her. They encouraged her music and made sure she kept up in school. When she was sixteen, she was given the option to live on her own and become a warden of the city. This meant that at age eighteen she'd come into full possession of her parent's inheritance and no longer need the city's assistance.
Myra never blamed the "monsters" for what they did. Of course, when she was younger she hated them, but as she matured she realized that the actions of a few did not reflect the intentions of a whole. The supernatural creatures who destroyed her childhood had cruel hearts; they were angry about the quarantine that meant to exterminate them from Wells and they felt a need to exact their revenge. Myra was simply one of their unlucky victims.
Now, in the year 2196, Myra Michel is a year away from her inheritance. She has the choice to leave England forever and abandon it's chaos, or to take a stand within it. Her research into the occult has become an obsession. She knows every proved fact and every fictional myth there is to know about supernatural creatures; knowledge that she hopes will aide her in the future. To end their suffering, she believes, is to end the War. They'd no longer feel the need to inflict their misgivings on others if they could co-exist in peace. These are Myra's new beliefs, and ones that are sure to create an entirely new chaos in her life.
Mother/Father: Eden Angela Michel / Stephen Michael Michel
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other: She has a pet Tarantula whom she calls 'Boris'
† RP example †
Charlize was sick of staring out her second-story window. With arms folded beneath her chest and an espresso sizzling on the bed-table next to her, she couldn't seem to stop. Her room was designed in such a way that she had her bed nudged against the only available window. Not only did this position save electricity for her economy-friendly 'parents', but it enabled her to sneak a few much-needed cigarettes without ever having to step outside.
'What a day..' she thought to herself, while unfolding one arm and shoving her hand into her jacket pocket. Lithe fingers curled around the box of Camels there, flicking back its top and pulling out a solitary cigarette. She lifted the item to her awaiting lips and popped it between them, eyes rolling skyward when a loud voice bellowed up the stairs and interrupted her thoughts.
"Charly! You should go for a walk! It's wonderful outside!" Good 'ol pops.. he probably just took his designated hour of the day to polish his 68' Jaguar in this lazy afternoon sun. Couldn't she get a moment's peace and quiet? Footsteps began to follow that jolly, thunderous voice, until they came to a quick halt outside her locked room door.
"Charly.. did you hear me?" Click, click. Aiden, her father, rattled the handle while he spoke. She could tell he was irritated with her desire to lock herself away lately. Ever since hearing the truth about her adoption her parents had practically been walking on eggshells around her. They probably wanted to be careful with what they said in case she decided to freak out.
"Yeah.. I heard you. It's not that nice out. Just a little bit of sun.. besides, I have some reading to do before I transfer into that new school, you know?" Click, click. Aiden rattled the door handle again before mumbling something beneath his breath.
"Okay.. are you feeling alright honey?"
"Dad.. I'm fine." Charly rolled her eyes and plucked the cigarette from her mouth so that she could emphasize on a breathy, frustrated tone of voice. She then turned her attention towards that previously forgotten espresso and picked it up to take a sip.
"Ah.. alright then. If you need anything your mother and I are in the sitting room. Remember, don't go out after sunset."
She listened to her father's last words as he walked away, their meaning causing her brow to furrow. Wasn't she eighteen now? Shouldn't she have a later curfew? Grumbling beneath her breath she took another sip of espresso, set it down, and took a moment to push open her window. 'I've had this lame curfew since I can remember.' She thought to herself while searching the folds of her blankets for a lighter. 'I should just sneak out anyways.. and show them that they have nothing to worry about. Honestly.. did my real parents worry this much?' The thought made her pause briefly as she lit the end of her cigarette. 'No.. they just decided to get rid of me.'
Sighing, she took a long drag of her cigarette and leaned her head against the adjacent window frame. Thoughts of her parents -- her real parents -- began to fade away, replaced by the sinking dread of starting a new school tomorrow. Maybe she should just get to bed early and worry about sneaking out another day.
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