Post by meila lillay hart. on Jul 31, 2009 20:58:23 GMT -5
( * AND SHE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Meia said she'd never leave
Meia said she'd never leave
( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .
the puppet master .
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the character basics .
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meila [mee-lah.] lillay hart.
Okay, so I can't honestly say that there is a real meaning behind my name, especially since I think my parents just found two names and decided they liked them together. I mean, it's not like I was really named after anyone, I don't think anyway. All I know about my name is the fact that my middle name is the same middle name as Alexa's, and then my last name of course, comes from my father. But besides that, there really isn't anything all that special about it, I'm the second M name in the family, that's always exciting. I suppose.
--- * NICKNAMES :
Mei, meia, brit, hart, M, I tend to have a ton of different names that I will respond to. Now that doesn't mean that I will respond to them well, so don't go calling me something stupid and expect it to be a good ending. I mean, I'm not about to start calling someone Sir Farts a lot, or something stupid like that. So why would you call me something stupid like that as well?
--- * AGE :
I will forever be stuck in the body of a seventeen year old. Oh I know, doesn't that sound like so much fun? I mean who doesn't want to be there, when they were so close to being eighteen and being able to get away with shit loads of stuff. Of course, now I'll never really be able to be that age. Oh well, I guess I don't really have a choice about that, now do I?
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
May Fifteenth.
--- * GENDER :
Um, well that last time that I checked I was someone of the female gender. I mean, I suppose I could magically change my gender to male. You know, since the whole thing with if a girl can lick her elbow she'll magically turn into a boy. But then again, I quite enjoy being a female. We just get to have so much more fun than maybe a boy would, plus most of the time we get away with more stuff than they do.
--- * SEXUALITY :
Well, I tend to prefer to not have anything to do with something or someone that may have to do with sexualness. Of course, theres also the fact that I don't like to be placed with a label, but if I would really have to be. I guess I would say that maybe I am Bi-curious, but I can't say that I know that for sure. And I certainly wouldn't go talking to some stranger about that.
--- * SPECIES :
I be a Half Breed, fool! Alright, so I was born as someone who was more than likely going to be a werewolf, and for a period of time I was simply a Werewolf. But as circumstances would have it, I am now also part of something that is called a Vampire. So I am indeed, half Dog and half Leech.
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Original.
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appearances are everything and nothing .
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Erika Altosaar.
There are a number of things that I could say about myself, about how I look and what I like and dislike about my appearance, but I figured I’d go with the easier way. Simply breaking things down for the people who might be easily confused, and I suppose that I should probably go from top to bottom, since that also makes a fair amount of sense. Well, all right to me it does anyway, and I think that’s what really matters when it comes down to it. So I’m thinking that maybe we should go a head and begin, meaning that I will be starting with that very bright in color hair that I seem to have been born with.
Yes that is right, I was born with bright colored hair, and no it wasn’t some blond-white colored hair that everyone may come to think when they may think bright hair. But instead I have this bright red almost orange in color and even though, now, it looks like it’s been dyed or something like that, it would happen to be false. I simply hair red hair that comes off as fake, which also happens to be one of the most annoying things ever, but don’t get me started I swear I’ll go off in some sort of random rant about that. So moving on, something else you should know about my hair would have to be the fact that it is not freakishly long or way too short either.
I mean, I would like to think that it is about the right length, a couple of inches past my shoulders where it can just rest there and not become disturbed. Most of the time I tend to keep my hair pulled back in some way or another, most often in a bun. But because of the layers that I have, sometimes chunks of my hair will come to fall out of their holding pieces. But besides that, I really just sort of let my hair do it’s own thing. I don’t try to over do anything with my hair, and that is the way that it will stay, besides simple is generally better as far as I’m concerned.
Ohkay. Now, what else is on my list? Oh yes, I suppose I should move onto two things, my eyes and my skin, because hey, who could live without skin and who wouldn’t, at least sometimes, want to see the world around them? I mean, there are some really nice places out there, and it would be sad to miss out on them. Anyway, first off I wouldn’t say that I have especially pretty eyes, in face it’s more like I would say that they’re more on the plain side of things. A simple sort of grey-blue in color, in fact probably more of a grey than it would be a blue. And because of this I often get comments about how I almost come off as much more of a cold person.
But honestly, that sort of thing doesn’t bother me all that much, and so I’ve moved on past those comments, especially since most of the time they’re stated by people who haven’t come to really know who I am. I have told myself on a number of times that I should try to get myself to show more things through my eyes, but the idea of trying to figure out how to do that. To me the whole, the eyes are a window to your soul thing is just complete bullshit, but hey, nobody has ever really been able to come up with a real answer.
Something that would actually be considered as a plausible answer, not some BS that they pulled out of there asses. But anyway, the next thing I should bring to attention would be the fact that I do have only slightly tanned skin. In fact, I would think that for the most part, I have more pale skin than I do anything else. Though something else would be the fact that I also have freckles, and not just on my cheeks and across my nose, but as well as across my shoulders as well. Though when it comes to the ones that are actually visible I tend to cover them up with the make up that I do own. This being something that I actually bother to use make up for, otherwise I rarely find myself using anything.
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everybody has a personality .
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10 + with a short description / explanation or comment for each .
turn ons : 4 +
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
10 + with a short description / explanation or comment for each .
turn offs : 4+
--- * QUIRKS / HABITS :
7+ each
self-explanitory . if there's a reason they do it , include that .
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
5 + of each !
--- * SECRETS :
at least two . give reasons for them not sharing the secret .
--- * FEARS :
4 + and give the reason , or probable reason .
--- * GREATEST GOAL/FAILURE :
list goal , then explain why it's their greatest goal .
for the failure , list it and tell how and why it went wrong .
--- * OTHER :
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--- * OVERALL PERSONALITY :
3 paragraphs.
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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
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mother's name , age , occupation
father's name , age , occupation
just because your character might not know doesn't mean you don't
--- * SIBLINGS :
Older Sister || Alexa Hart || 25 || Human || Actress.
Older Brother || Drake Hart || 25 || Human || Mechanic.
Older Brother || Ethan Hart || 23 || Werewolf || Med School.
Older Brother || Zane Hart || 22 || Human || Dancer.
Older Sister || Hanna Hart || 22 || Werewolf || Photographer.
Older Brother || Charlie Hart || 20 || Human || College Student/Waiter.
Twin Brother || Milo Hart || 17 || Werewolf || High School Junior.
Twin Brother || Jacob Hart || 17 || Human || High School Junior.
Younger Sister || Jamie Hart || 15 || Human || High School Sophmore.
Younger Brother || Benjamin Hart || 7 || To be Werewolf || Elementry School Student.
--- * OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE :
anybody important in their life
name , age , relation , occupation
--- * LOVERS :
name , age , occupation , relationship status [meaning ex , spouse , etc]
--- * BEST MEMORY :
explain why it's their best memory
--- * WORST MEMORY :
explain why it's their worst memory
--- * PETS :
name , age , species
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
There was never really anything special about me, I mean it’s not like I’ve had some of grand adventure or gone out and explored the world or anything along the lines of that. I’ve lived in London, England for the vast majority of my life and frankly I have come to miss it. But I left for a number of reasons, and I don’t plan on going back for quite a bit of time now, there isn’t anything that anyone can say to me about that. And for the record, yes I do have a British accent, and I don’t understand why all these American girls seem to squeal whenever some guy has some sort of accent like Australian or British, it’s truly not all that exciting.
Well lets see here, I have about ten siblings and I am the youngest out of a set of triplets, both my brothers about twenty to twenty five minutes older than myself and for the most part I’d like to say that we have always gotten along. In fact, maybe it’s just part of being a triplet but I’m probably closest with those two more so than I am with my other eight siblings. Not that it has ever come to surprise anyone whenever they ask that sort of question and they get that sort of answer.
We could always be seen running around and doing something that was normally considered as stupid and not very thought through. But all that mattered to us then were things that could provide us with entertainment. And if we could keep ourselves busy than that would more than simply please all of our parents, seeing as how by the time we were ten years old, our mother and father had divorced. And our mother had come out of the closet; as far as we were concerned our mother had just found herself a new best friend. One who she would hold hands with a lot, and even kiss, and someone out father seemed to have some issues with since he fought with our mother’s best friend quite a bit.
Often claiming that she had been the reason that the family was falling a part, and the reason that a fair amount of our older siblings seemed to want to have nothing to do with our father. Even though it seemed like he had been the reason himself for no one wanting to be around him, since he was always drinking or smoking something that had smelled awful. Of course as we all figured out later was the fact that our father had found comfort in things such as weed and alcohol, and even when we had asked him to stop, it never seemed to be enough. Seeing as how he did continue on with his little habits, while the rest of my siblings and me seemed to spend a far larger amount of time with our mother and as he figured out, her life partner, Olivia.
But besides that, there really wasn’t any sort of problems or great fights that my siblings and me had, we all seemed to be rather close and they were my best friends. Each of us had our issues from time to time of course, but no matter what would happen we seemed to always give each other’s backs. Especially when, Milo, Jake and me entered High School, seeing as how at first we all seemed to be in the same sort of social cliché, which was popular but not at the top of the food chain.
We had tended to fit in with the group who was more laid back, sure we’d go out and party, get totally fucked up and not even second guess this, me and my brothers always had to be careful about how wasted we’d get. Seeing as how even though we were only thirteen we had already phased, we’d changed into what we really were. Which were in fact Werewolves, of course it wasn’t like any of our human friends had any clue about that. But we were fine with that, it was our family’s secret, and it was meant to stay that way.
Though then someone new to our school, new to the area for that matter came into our lives, a boy from Ireland, who seemed to click with me the most out of our group. Maybe it was the fact that he was someone who was hardly human, and even though I couldn’t stand his smell and mine as well we seemed to look past that. Well at least for the most part, whenever we didn’t have the humans around it seemed like we would argue about some of the stupidest things that had to do with Vampires and Werewolves.
To say the least, we became friends quickly and for the most part I tended to get along with his other friends. Even if they did tend to give me the creeps from time to time, but I had never told him that before. It would have upset him; oh his name? Well that’s quite simple, his name is Trent. Yeah I know, typical sort of bad boy who’s really a sweet heart, in disguise sort of name.
But hey, we were hella close all the way through our freshmen and sophmore years, almost always spending our time together. And many people would often mistake us as a couple, which I would always correct, seeing as how I had never really thought of Trent in that sort of way. Which for whatever reason seemed to make him slightly sad, and a shadow almost seemed to fall over his face, he would look down to the ground whenever I would shoot that down. And it never clicked with me that maybe he felt more than just friendship towards me.
Milo in fact, had to be the one to tell me that it was quite obvious that he really seemed to like me a fair amount more than I had ever actually considered liking him, in that sort of way. Though maybe I should have, maybe I should have looked more into Trent that I had ever really done before. Maybe then I would have noticed just who he really was, just what it was that he had been trying to hide from me for so long. Something I really still wish, to this day I had seen before hand, but I hadn’t, and now I can honestly say that I hate myself because of it.-----------------------------------------------------
“Dude, what are you doing?” I questioned and looked to Trent for a moment, I had gone into my room in order to put on my pajamas. Seeing as how it was now pratically twelve o’clock and I would probably end up falling asleep on the couch next to Trent. Something that I had done so many times before, I had always had problems staying awake through movies when we chose to watch them so late at night. Of course, Trent had never just walked right into my room when he knew I was going to be changing.
“Seriously, Trent, you need to get out.” I shook my head a bit and put the pajamas down on the dresser for a moment and carefully looked him over, he looked almost rigid, and those familiar shadows had come to his features. “Hey, you okay Trent?” I asked and moved over towards him. Though all of the sudden I felt myself being knocked down, the pressure of someone else on top of me. The vile scent of Vampire too close to me, something that I had become so used to seemed to smell even worse because of the sudden panic that I felt coming through me.
“shit dude, this isn’t funny, get off of me, and off of my bed.” I hissed in annoyance and pushed him a bit, but he didn’t get off of me. In fact, he didn’t even budge from his spot and there seemed to be a bit of a smirk coming to his features now. “Oh calm down Mei, this is hardly something that will hurt you.” Murmuring barely above a whisper before he suddenly traced his cold lips up against the over heated skin that was mine.
“Trent! Would you fucking stop?!” I spat and again tried to push him off of me, but again, nothing happened with this. He remained right on top of me, and he showed no signs of even bothering to get off of me, he moved his hand so it would firmly hold both of my hands above my head. “The hell are you doing?! Stop!”
The rough fabric felt uncomfortable, the rubbing of bodies unfamiliar and wrong, tensing up at the slightest of touches and looking up towards the male I had known for so long. Instead of that comfort that was once there whenever I saw him, disappeared, no longer in existence as he roughly pulled off my top. Legs pinned down on me to keep me from moving anywhere, my own fingernails digging down into the one hand that held onto both of my arms over my head. A slick grin came to his features, as he looked me over and he licked his lips, his free hand tracing over the exposed flesh, I thrust upwards in hopes of throwing him off.
But he held firm, refusing to let me go. To leave me be, it was like he had been possessed by a monster that I had never once seen one or twice before, when that darkness would fall over his face. But now, now it was the only thing that seemed to be running through him, the mask that he must have been wearing for years now torn away from him. That darkness that he had been hiding now surged through him. I could tell he was enjoying the fact that I was hated every moment of it.
“I fucking said stop!” Again I squirmed in hopes of being able to set myself free, digging my nails deeper into the skin, which only seemed to make him mad. “Stop it now!” I panted softly now, eyes narrowing anger fueling me through this, the fear only starting to creep up into me. What if I couldn’t get him to stop, what was he going to do? Why wouldn’t he stop? I had thought that we were friends? All these questions ran through my mind, what if this was my fault? What if it had been something that I had done and I didn’t even know about it? I was knocked out of my thoughts; head being suddenly slapped to one side and a strong red handprint marking was now placed on my cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” Rough voice, not the littlest bit of reluctance or uncertainty of what he was about to do; and all I wanted was for him to stop. The pain was nothing compared to the amount of feelings running through me. And the thoughts going through my head that now I can’t even remember. His smirk on his face seemed to remain there when he got me to shut up, just like he had hoped. It was the first sign of submission, and I could feel myself drifting away, going into a numb state of mind.
Letting go of my wrists when he was sure that I would not try to get away and again, he ran his hands over my chest and onto my stomach. Undoing the front of my bra and he sucked in a breath of air, he had received the second part of his prize. “Such a good little cunt,” He whispered against my ear and give it a soft nibble, perhaps a sign of his being sorry for what he was going to do. Of course, I wasn’t sure, I wasn’t sure of anything then, nothing ran through my mind as I stared up at the ceiling.
Only really coming back when I suddenly felt the lack of anything on the lower half of my body, and I knew I needed to do something. That dark chuckling and overly content smirk still clear in my mind and the weight of his body was still on top of me. He knew I would try to do something, that I wouldn’t just let him do this. I thrust upwards again and slammed my hands into the closest thing to me, which was his. In this case it was both his head and his chest. This took him by surprise, knocking him back slightly I did my best to roll away.
I got off of the bed, though by this time I heard him growl under his breath cursing slightly and then he was off the bed as well. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He hissed, eyes flashing with anger. I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer and all I did was turn my back and run out of that room as quickly as I could. I didn’t dare to look back, because I already knew the answer, I knew that he was right behind me and he was very determined to make sure I wouldn’t get away. He couldn’t have his prize doing that, he had earned it and he wasn’t about to simply let me slip away.
Teeth biting down on the bottom of my lip as I looked around as I ran, I needed a place to hide, a place that would keep me safe. Where he could never touch me, and just as I was turning the corner I was grabbed. Arm being yanked from behind causing me to fall to the ground, slamming my head down on the wooden uncarpeted floor. Vision going blurry when I was finally able to open my eyes, and I could see the outline of the one person that I feared the most now. The one person there that I had been trying to get away from with all of my might. “Nice try girly, very nice try. Too bad you completely fucked it up.” And then he laughed, fully laughed hand on his stomach and his head thrown back, it made me sick to my stomach. The very sight of him made me tremble with fear and sick to my stomach.
Then without any warning at all he slapped me even more so roughly that he had before right across the face before then slamming my head back into the floor beneath me. Blacking out on contact with the floor once more, just as he had wanted. I wish I could say what happened after this, what he had done to me even if I knew the answer in the back of my mind. There was only one thing he could have done to me after that, he raped me. With no mercy, or regret, or second thoughts he came over and fucking raped me.
What had I done? Run, I had been stupid and had never found my voice, maybe if I had screamed, if I had called out for help than somebody would have been able to stop him. Someone would have been able to keep him from doing what he had done, and yet I had remained silent. Like I had been a small child that had never learned how to speak, like English words had become foreign to me and I had no way of speaking out.-----------------------------------------------------
I didn’t wake up until several days later, and I knew right away what he had done, tears streaking down my face and even the slightest amount of movement made me want to scream out in pain. I wanted to know where my family had been, why they hadn’t come back home, why they weren’t home. I had to remind myself, retracing what I could clearly remember and remembered that they had gone on a trip. That I was supposed to be joining them the next day, and that I was still at home alone. I wanted to do nothing but scream my lungs out, but I found no voice. I couldn’t speak, I didn’t want to speak, and so I wouldn’t.
I discovered rather quickly that I had been out for about four days, that the bastard hadn’t only raped me, but he had changed me. He had turned half of me into what he was, he had made me a vampire when I had already been a werewolf. He had taken me, he had part of who I was his. I would never be able to take back that, I would never be able to go back and change the time like I wanted to, to be able to erase that from ever happening.
I couldn’t even keep myself in enough control to keep myself from crying, the tears just couldn’t stop coming, and as soon as I could move again I made my way to the bathroom. Scrubbing myself until the freezing cold water came on, until I couldn’t keep trembling, and I could no longer hold myself up and that cold water would poor down on me. I lost track of time, but I knew that I had been in there for at least a couple of hours, and I would have stayed in there for longer if I didn’t regain control of myself.
I packed my stuff up that day, I packed it up and wrote my parents and siblings a note telling them that I would contact them again when I knew where I was going. Not revealing a single bit of information about what had happened to me. About what it was that I had become, I wouldn’t burden them with any of that, I would not reveal my weaknesses to them. For it was not for them to worry about, and I knew it would only bring panic and sadness to all of them, which was never something I wanted to do.
And so I went to the local airport, my life savings in my purse with me and I bought a ticket to the farthest place that I could think of. America, and I took the first flight there, which for whatever reason was to Oregon. I found myself there after several hours of air plane travel and lack of sleep. All the while I never said a single word, it was like I had lost my voice, and for whatever reason I was alright with that. I didn’t speak up when I really needed to, so why would I speak up only to have some sort of pointless conversation.
And so this is how I wound up here in mainly Port Angles, traveling between both Forks and La Push. And for the most part, I feel safe here, and I’ve been here now for a few months, having found a few people that I have come to trust. Well, as much trust as I can anyway, hell I’ve even spoken a couple times to them, but when I do speak it is hardly above a whisper. So who knows if they have ever really heard me. Oh? And the facts of what had happened? Those are safely locked away inside of me, I will never whisper that to anyone as far as I’m concerned.
This way I will ever have to relive the night. I will never have to confront it, I am me. The silent girl in the back of the room who chooses to stay this way, I will not return to how I used to be.
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something your character might say or lyrics / a quote describing the character
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