Post by IRAZELLE RISING on Oct 14, 2011 23:29:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #373e46 45px solid; border-right: #515c69 4px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ---- IRAZELLE RISING ---- ----- SECOND-BEST, AWKWARD, CUTE ----- twenty, half-breed, female,  XIII || erin heatherton { make yourself shine } STATUS: Half-breed. Youngest sibling of the Risings. FAMILY: Rich -- Old money. Respected, dark. APPEARANCE: Blonde, sea green eyed, 166 cm, slim, slightly tanned. ___________________________________________ Victoria Rising on Irazelle Rising, "Oh, Irazelle?" [sighs] "Well, she's nothing special. Well, she's nothing at all, really. My husband and I, we didn't really know what to do with her, you see. We'd been expecting a Shade; or at least an Angelli with a dark alignment. But no; she had to be born a half-breed, didn't she?" [mutters] "Such an embarrassment to the Rising name. We had such high hopes for her. She was going to be matched to someone appropriate to carry on our name -- well, you didn't think we'd let our name perish, did you -- and they were going to have such a lovely heir for the Risings. But no, she had to ruin everything, didn't she? We just didn't know what to tell everyone; we were the laughing stock of the whole of Pandora!" Edmund Rising on Irazelle Rising, [growls] "That ungrateful child is no daughter of mine. We raised her, put the clothes on her back, fed her, cared for her; and how did she repay us? By betraying and making a fool out of the Rising name, that's what. When she turned out to be a half-breed, we were willing to let that slip, just an abnormality that we could hide away from others. As long as she was still of a dark alignment. But no. She continued to make friends with creatures of a light alignment. It was horrible to see my own child sink to their level. Of course we had no choice but to kick her out; remove her from the Rising name before she tainted it any more. She was nothing but a disappointment." [frowns] "Nothing compared to Elizabeth." Elizabeth Rising on Irazelle Rising, "Excuse me?" [pauses] "It's not me you wanted to talk about? But my fail of a sister?" [pauses, longer] "Oh. Well. There's nothing really to talk about. She was second best to me. I was always better than her." [shrugs] "Not her fault, i know. But she could've at least tried. i mean, surely after 17 years worth of living together, she could have beaten me at something -- anything -- at least once. And she hasn't. So obviously, she's just a naturally disappointing character. The second-best Rising sibling." [giggles] "Of course, it doesn't help that i'm naturally good at everything. I was born a Shade, completely dark alignment, perfectly symmetrical face, the per-- what do you mean i'm going off topic?" ___________________________________________ "Good evening, Irazelle, could yo--" "Ah. Sorry, but um." Hesitates, biting her lower lip, before summoning up the courage to talk. "I'm really sorry, but could you not call me Irazelle? It's just, it doesn't sound like me. I don't really know why, and this sounds awfully stupid and silly, but it just doesn't suit me. It doesn't represent who i am, you know? Irazelle. It just sounds like a girl who's sort of stuck up, posh and, well, you know. Not me." Smiles, sheepishly. "Well, then what would you wish to be called?" The girl pauses, a mixture of green and blue flickering shyly to the man, before drawing up straight. "Elle will be fine. My friends call me Elle." "A nickname? Interesting. May I ask why you prefer to be called that than your whole name?" "Oh, well. Like i'd previously explained, i just don't think it suits me." Plays with a wave of her hair, twisting it around her finger. "Maybe if i turned out right, like my family had wanted me to turn out, then maybe then i would think that the name Irazelle would suit me. But i just don't see it, you know? It just sounds so exotic and and oh, i don't know. It just sounds like the complete opposite of me." "Understood. So, you're from a dark line, I see. How do you feel about that?" She shrugs, seeming nonchalant. Her fingers plays with the hem of her oversized shirt; a sure sign that she feels awkward. "Oh, I don't know." She says, carefully. "I don't really have an opinion. But i do think they focus a little too much on that. You know, being dark and all." Laughs, nervously, before continuing, sounding hopeful. "I don't know, i suppose one day, they'll realise how it doesn't matter, whether you're dark or light." "And if they don't?" She pauses. "Um. Well, we'll get to that when the time comes, i think." "Oh, I see. You feel out of place with your family, because you're a half-breed?" "Oh. Um." Pauses again, shifting slightly into a more defensive posture. "Not necessarily, but.." Smiles, a little. "Yes. Quite a lot of the time, actually. As you can imagine, they didn't really approve. I think they judged me, before i could even start talking." Laughs, but without the air of humour. "It's, um. Well, it's unfortunate, but i can't change their minds. i suppose in the end, it's up to them, isn't it. And if they can't accept me as a daughter because i'm a half-breed, or because i don't want to be of a dark alignment, then, well." Pauses. "Then i don't think i can accept them as my family." Frowns, a little. "No, wait. That came out a little harsher than i intended. Oh, i don't know. What was the question again?" "Haha, don't worry." "Oh, um. Ok, I suppose?" Laughs, breathlessly. "So, you've got a sister, correct?" "Yes. She's four years older than me. "Well, what's your relationship like with her? Any sisterly rivalry?" "Ah. Well. Elizabeth is.. tricky" Fiddles with the hem of her shirt again, glancing at the wall next to her. "Well, i don't think she likes me very much... Or at all. I don't know, it's hard to understand her sometimes. I can never tell if she's joking, or not." Laughs, somewhat forcedly. "But yes, i think there is sisterly rivalry. But there always is, isn't there? Within any siblings, i think, anyway. But of course, Elizabeth always manages to beat me in everything, which is disappointing. I do try, though. I suppose she's just better than me." "Ah, so you're the second-best Rising sibling, eh?" "...I -- I.." Pauses, holding a death grip at the end of her shirt. Bites her lip, attempting to hold back tears. "Well, yes, i suppose. The second-best Rising sibling." Laughs, sadly. "The disappointment of the family." ___________________________________________ August, -- 0 The shrill, scream of a newborn. The rugged, but relieved breath of a mother. The happy, excited aura's of the people scattered around. The dark, moody 4 year old, standing forgotten in the corner. The baby, wrapped up in protective cloths, was currently in the fathers arms; a bundle of (for now) peaceful pink. The father, crooning happily, gently carried the child to the 4 year old, before showing her her newest younger sister. "Look, Lizzie. Say hello to Irazelle." He murmured, eyes trained on the sleeping face of his child. The older girl -- the oldest Rising -- stared at her younger sister, before crossing her arms defiantly, scowling. "Nothing special Daddy", she began, all that fuss for this?" she scoffed. "Take it back, Daddy. We don't need it." She turned, her perfect, brunette ringlets hitting her father in the face, just like a slap. January, -- 1 Irazelle sat on the floor, unaware. She was currently painting with her older sister, and she was having a blast. Fluorescent pink splattered her face, covering her hair and clothes. Her sister, Elizabeth, stood, looking at her sister shrewdly, a look of disgust plain on her face. Stupid half-breed. Glancing at the door, she moved quickly; shoving her sister over with her hands, tipping the paint over with her foot all over the newly installed black carpet that her mother oh so loved. She yelled for her mother. Footsteps. Shouts. Irazelle took the blame. Elizabeth took the praise. April, -- 3 They were out in the park, having a family picnic. Elizabeth had offered to take Irazelle around for a quick tour. The Rising's came here often, so the parents agreed; as long as the two stayed in their sight. Clutching her younger sister's chubby hand, she dragged her over to the far end of the park, dumping her behind a bush. "Stay here." She ordered. "Don't move -- it's a game!" She added brightly, with dark thoughts to go with. Giving her sister a harsh pat on the head, she skipped back to her parents, to inform them of her Irazelle's 'disappearance'. Frantic, the parents searched the grounds. It didn't take long for them to find her, huddled in a bush, all excited about the idea of winning the game. They angrily shouted at her, demanding an explanation. It was Irazelle's word against Elizabeth's. They believed the words of the eldest. June, -- 7 The family stood, at the train station, waiting for the school train to pull in. The 7 year old -- now demanding to be called Elle -- stood, a little apart from her parents, arms crossed, hugging herself. 7 years of life, and already, she had realised how alone she was. How her parents hated her due to her species. How her sister hated her because she existed. 7 years worth of constant bullying, and who wouldn't have known? Her older sister, for some reason she couldn't quite figure out, detested her from the moment her heart began to beat. Her parents, thought of her as the disappointing Rising sibling. The sibling, that constantly stood second-best; a mere shadow, hidden behind the shining figure of the eldest. It was hardly their fault; Elle didn't blame them. It wasn't their fault that Elle couldn't beat her sister. It wasn't their fault that Ellie wasn't good at anything. The train finally pulled in, and out stepped the eldest Rising, hair in perfect ringlets as always, chatting perkily to the crowd surrounding her. Miss popular. Number one. Already, with only a few years at her new school, the eleven year old had already received high praise. Genius, they said. Child prodigy. Her parents flung themselves onto their daughter, murmuring about how proud they were, about how she was the best daughter they could have ever asked for. Elle stood at the side, completely forgotten. August, -- 11 She was brimming with excitement. Today was her birthday, which meant that her grandmother was coming. Her grandmother; the woman who was Elle's possibly most favourite family member. Because she took notice of the younger Rising. Even when others did not. And they hardly ever did. The bell rang, and Elle sprang off her chair, padding down the hallway to wrench open the front door, beaming. Her grandmother held a long, thin box that could easily contain some sort of present for the birthday girl, and hardly able to contain her happiness, she opened her arms to receive the embrace from the only person in the world she would let. But her arms remained empty; instead, the girl turned her head and watched as her grandmother made her way towards her older sister, who was standing a bit behind her, and pulled her into a hug. "Elizabeth! We heard that you've been scored perfect marks in all your exams! We're all so proud! Look, I've even brought you a congratulatory gift." Once again, Elle stood, at the side. Forgotten. February, -- 15 She was in love. Elle could hardly believe it; that the boy had actually talked to her, wanted to be friends with her. She didn't think she was capable of it; after all, wasn't she the same girl that was always second-best? But no; Shade, ebony hair with eyes to match, slightly tanned skin and a body to die for, the boy in the year above had managed to melt her heart away. She had managed to gain a handful of friends -- even with her awkwardness she constantly held -- and she had told the friend she had trusted the most, indulging her in her secrets. That she was in love. That he was her friend. They formed a silly plan like young girls do, with dreams of bumping into the boy, where he would scoop Elle up in what would be strong, safe arms, and then they would kiss; and it would be magical. The two giggled, in the darkness, safe under the protection of their thick duvets. May, -- 15 Elle turned a corner, and entered the classroom, wanting to talk to the teacher about a certain problem she couldn't do for her homework, only to find that no one was in there. But after a second glance, she saw that it wasn't empty. There, partially hidden behind a row of desks, lay two people, a girl and a boy, lips locked. The girl, dark haired, brown eyed, slim. They boy, ebony hair with eyes to match, slightly tanned skin and a body to die for. She blinked. Suddenly, she felt shockingly and painfully numb. The two bodies entwined messily on the floor, were the very two people she wouldn't have dreamed of being together. The Shade boy from the year above. And her most trusted friend. Together. May, -- 16 The boy from the year above had explained to her that it wasn't her fault; that she hadn't done anything wrong. He had just preferred her friend. As always. Second-best. She had smiles and told him that it was ok, that she didn't mind, not really. She laughed off her pain, because really, why should she be angry at him? He wasn't the one who made Elle a failure. It wasn't his fault that she was nothing but a disappointment. Second-best. October, -- 17 Elle hurried out the house, clutching two duffel bags filled to the brim with clothes and other essentials, tears streaming down her cheeks. Well, she had finally done it. Her parents had given up on everything on her, everything except one; to be of a dark alignment. But unbeknownst to her, day by day, they had been watching, waiting, hoping. But after her 17th birthday, when she still remained neutral, they had had enough of the girl who dared to taint the Rising name. They gave her one more month to prove them wrong. As usual, she failed. So she was no longer fit to live in the Rising house. December, -- 19 She hurried to give deliver the food to the right person, always putting that cheerful smile on her face, remembering to compliment and thank the people who came to eat, trying to cheer up those who liked glum, fighting through her awkwardness, just until her shift was over. Because she needed this job. How else was she supposed to pay for her University fees? She was struggling, already. Without a job, she'd have nothing; and she couldn't go to her parents, either. They hadn't contacted her since they had kicked her out 2 years ago. Thankfully, they hadn't disowned her, though. Elle knew that she was supposed to be grateful, and she was. Maybe one day, she'd prove to them that she wasn't always second-best. That she could be good at something, too. Maybe then, they'd love her. Maybe. { introduce yourself } holy shit, xiii is that you? we haven't talked for 21897436 years! that is just ridiculous. we should meet up sometime; PM ok? { show off those skills, baby } lolno. |
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