Post by NAOMI POWELL on Nov 7, 2011 2:10:10 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;] Naomi Powell odd, idealistic, naïve twenty-one years, half-breed, female  Linda || Katie McGrath Name: Naomi Powell Nicknames: None (yet?). Age: 21 years Species: Half-breed Alignment: She's in the grey-zone as of now. Orientation: Bisexual { make yourself shine } [size=2Likes;; |
- studying, learning, about things as well as people
- cats
- apples (...but not red ones)
- painting
- cloud-watching, or star-watching - the sky in general
- honesty
Dislikes;;
- alcohol
- being in water - she can't swim
- small spaces, being trapped
- having no choices/alternatives
- chewing gums
- being lied to/played
Personality;;
- honest - she doesn't grasp the point of lying.
- inquisitive - she wants to know, and she isn't afraid to ask.
- unexperienced - especially when it comes to relationships.
- creative - she loves to paint.
- open - she doesn't hide who she is
- naïve - there's something redeeming about everyone
Strengths/Weaknesses;;
- Self-assured; she likes being who she is, and doesn't doubt herself much.
- Independent, she can make it on her own.
- Impartial - no one's good, no one's bad. Everyone just are... for good or for worse.------
- Honest to a fault.
- Curiosity killed the cat, and will most likely kill her someday.
- Somewhat lacking of common sense.
{ we all remember the past }
Her parents were two hard-working citizens, her mother a shade and her father an angelli, and they got matched. They didn't mind each other, so they soon got married as well, although they still lived apart - their deal was that they were to have lunch or dinner together at least twice a week. The closest they got to each other during those meetings were a handshake, with time the occasional embrace and/or a chaste kiss on the cheek.
After five years of that, they figured it was time to have a child. Over a cup of coffee they did all the planning (discussing practicalities, names, medical history, etc.). It only took one "try", thanks to their thorough planning, and a month or so later they were expecting. When their baby was born on a rainy spring night, and everything changed.
But not really. Yes, they now had a child together, their little Naomi, but their marriage, and life, stayed the same, with only the slightest tweaks. For example, they had come to the conclusion that it would be better for their child if they lived together, and so they bought a fancy, new apartment, and for two whole months neither of them worked much. Nothing but the best was enough for their daughter, or as a friend of them joked, their investment.
And time showed that she might not be the best investment either.
As she grew up, she quickly became the odd one out. The fact that she was a half-breed didn't make things better, but it was more than that. She was simply plain odd. While others ran around and played, she more often sat on a bench on the side, and if someone asked her what she was doing she could give the most bizarre of answers - what seven-year old tried to figure out the greater meaning of playing tag? In vain, apparently, because there is hardly a "meaning" to it. Yet she tried to figure that, and many other strange things, out.
Fitting in was obviously never an option for her. Many left her alone, knowing that she rarely wanted to play anyway, and others... well, of course there were those who acted out against her. After all, she made herself an easy target, and kids often seek out the easiest target. She wasn't a satisfying target however. Call her a freak, and she only tipped her head to the side and asked you to explain what made you draw that conclusion. And who wants to hit a girl, freak or not?
Those who thought she simply needed time, that she would "become normal" at some point, were sadly disappointed. Her teens were spent studying anything that caught her eye, while others started to date, drink, have sex, party, and all those things she didn't really understand. As she didn't understand it, she decided to try it out - being normal - by attending a alcohol-flooded party.
She didn't like the massive headache nor the puking that followed the next day. Why would anyone drink if it lead to that? To top it off, she hardly remembered what she'd done. According to a guy named Peter, she had kissed him. He approached her solely to tell her not to tell anyone about it, because people would "totally laugh in my face if they find out I kissed the freak".
After that confusing experience, she decided to simply be who she was, even if that meant being a freak in everyone else's eye. And she's sticking to that.
{ introduce yourself }
holy shit, Linda is that you? we haven't talked for quite some time! that is just ridiculous.
we should meet up sometime; pm ok?
{ show off those skills, baby }
While Bridget stopped to pet Nemo, who actually stopped chasing the butterfly for a moment (which was a sign that the cat at the very least approved of the younger sister), Grace opened the small gate and moved outside. She couldn't wait until this was finished, until she would be back in the place that was supposed to be their new home. It was new, alright; new and fresh, without the stain of memories, without a certain chair at the dinner table she could remember Mother always sitting on, without... everything.
A brand new start.
Grace stepped out of the gates when Bridget arrived, smiling, asking, as always.
"He wants us to buy bread", she replied, very matter-of-factly, and watched as Nemo followed them out the gates. She didn't even consider making the cat stay. They had to leave the horse behind, but the same thing didn't apply to the cat.
Closing the gate behind them before turning around and starting to walk down the long road, Grace threw a quick glance in the direction of her sister. Young, in every way - naive, innocent, still a child in Grace's eyes. She knew that the death of their mother had affected Bridget a lot, and seen something like guilt in the youth's eye, though she didn't know why. She hadn't felt like asking, not the greatest person to look for comfort from.
"And", she continued shortly thereafter, tucking a dark stray of hair behind her ear, "he wants us to meet people and make new friends! Isn't that exciting?"
Her tone of voice was sarcastic, as was the smile that she'd pressed onto her lips. She'd tried to sound enthusiastic, like it was a good thing, but was it better to lie?
According to their father, perhaps. If she could not be the daughter he desired, the role-model her sister deserved, why could she not simply pretend? Did she have to be so outspoken, so true to who she was, so unwilling to play the social games? So disappointing?
It was a question she had asked herself as well, from time to time. More so since their mother died, just when their never-ending fight had been at its absolute worst...
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