Post by elyzza on Jun 26, 2011 19:58:10 GMT -5
ELYZZA SAGE LOVEJOY TWENTY-TWO JUNIOR
[/size][/color][/center]played by Berlynn
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Elyzza usually works as a nickname, since it is one in its self.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
I’m more less your average girl. I’m 5’5 and way probably 113 pounds. Okay, okay I am petite. My hair is usually two-toned. Black on the bottom and a redish color on the top. Sometimes, I decide to be normal and dye it all one color. I’m more on the pale skin time, but sometimes, I do have a tan. My style? An elegant rocker, is how some people would say. I don’t go out my way to dress up, but I do like to look…nice? I have tattoos, down my left arm. They are colorful, they make me happy.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
Straight. I like guys more than girls, girls are bitchy just as friends I couldn’t see my self dating one. I might kiss a girl, but that would be all I promise. Then again, I sometimes don’t go farther with guys. I’ll drink a few and if I drink enough I might take a drag from a cigarette. You won’t ever find me with my own cigarettes though, if I am smoking I bummed it from someone.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
Oh do I have secrets. I could fill a book with my secrets. They are huge and are mostly the reason I am the person I am today. I was rapped many many of times by someone close. At a rather young age. My mother never believed anything I sat and convinced the doctors I was more less pyscho, a nut case so I was medicated often. Sent to the loony bin more than once. I was a runaway for almost two years until I was found by police.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]
Normal. I would love to have a normal life in ten years. To let all go and just be actually happy. Most people would say, oh a house and kids and a loving spouse. I pretty much crossed that off my list. Oh, don’t get me wrong I would love to find someone who would be able to love me. As of know, my main goal is just to be normal and completely free.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]
Let’s see, for a girl with so many issues, surprisingly, I’m usually bubbly and hyper active. For the fact that if I stay busy, I don’t think as much. Don’t get me wrong, I have days when I want to sit in my bed and cry my eyes out. That is what happens when I think. Boy, my mind has issues.
Here is always a part of me that hates to see people down or ugh. So most of the time, I tend to try to befriend them and talk to them. Let them get it off their chest, let them know someone cares. Something I would loved to have had in my rough times.
I rather dark things compared to bright things. When most girls are going on dates to see a movie its some chick flick, for me I want to see some blood and gore. So maybe I’m just a tad creepy. Dating, I don’t do. Since I don’t trust easy and as soon as a guy get pushy I get very uncomfortable. I don’t show it but guys are like dogs at time, the sense that fear in my and uses it against me. Probably the reason I stay away from relationships. Its not because I might come out with heartbreak, I could honestly deal with that. Its something, I can’t honestly explain.
I could honestly be dancing with death at times, that is when the stronger part of me comes into play. Telling me I am better and I can do better for myself. That I’m better than that.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]
My mother got pregnant for me while she was engaged to my father. Yes, I was an oops baby but they were happy from what I was told. They got married as planned and I was born. I was young, like three when my father disappeared. Almost as if he up and left and forgot about his family. It went on for months without any news from him, until his body was found on a river bank. Murder it was. Who would murder him? No one knew. We laid him to rest and my mom went on to moving on with her life. In a sort time, she got a boyfriend and all of my father’s family left me. Saying I wasn’t really family or something like that. I still think that is a lie. My mother got married and I had a new father, a step-father. Also know as my worst nightmare.
I was a little girl, still a baby in most eyes when my life became hell. That’s when the touching started. What kind of sick, twisted minded person touches a four year old sexual, my step-father. I was four almost five, did I know what that was, no. I was still scared of monsters under the bed. For years it went on, the years of having a grown man force his self on me. For years having a grown man tell me, don’t tell any one. It was a game to him. His hoarse voice telling me, lets go take a bath. Then rape started. I was about eight when I came out and told my mom. Her words to me, ‘Elyzza stop lying.’ Lying? An eight year old lying about rape?! Never once did she believe me. It got to the point, I started to fight him off and it turned worst for me. The pain, the thoughts in my head. At times, I let him do what he had to do just to make it stop faster. No one believed me. Doctors said I was harming myself, it was a cry for attention. Pills after pills I took, pills after pills I hid. The nurses at the loony bin knew me by heart. No one wanted to believe me. My own mother told me I was a liar.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I packed my bags and ran away. Never once looked back. It worked for awhile. I lived with fake names and fake stories. For almost two years, I was on my own. My freedom. I didn’t have to worry about my step-father stripping me down. There was no worries. I left the stated and more less started a new life. Being found, somehow, I was given back to my ‘parents’ but I refused. I cried and pleaded not to let them take me. I was still a minor. That night, the first night home, he wanted sex but he wasn’t getting it. It was time I put my foot down. Hearing his steps, I climbed out a window and ran to the police station. I more less screamed my story to them. And for once, someone believed me.
My step-father was sentence to jail, a few years, my mother played stupid. I pressed as many charges as I could on him and left that town and never looked back. My real father’s family did care for me. I was taken in by an aunt and lived with her until I was eighteen. I graduated high school with grades from heaven. Top of my class. With top classes and honors. At times, I was said I would go no where. Apparently, I have siblings I think, and if I do, I feel sorry for them if he does what he did to me. For six years he did it. Six years. My childhood, I had none. Six years of hell in words. The greatest filling ever was hearing my step-father died. I smiled so bright. I prayed to God he would go to heaven for a hour and he would face my father.
At twenty-two, I’m on my own and trying to make up for everything. I maybe had one serious relationship. Who needs boys any way? After twenty years of my father being dead, he’s killer was found. I wounder if my step-father looked at my father with rage in his eyes when he killed him, the same way he did when he touched me? As of know though, I like to believe I am doing awesome. I live on my own, I work and go to school. I maybe not be high class or have money to blow. But I’m not trash or trashy. My past was rough, very rough but it made me into me.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
I don’t like writing about myself so here goes nothing. I’ve been rople playing for about seven or so years. I found out about this from Kain. My pet is a cow name Elsie and I have horses, miniature horses, too many to count. I’m random as hell and have a very over active imagination. I’m a photographer.[/size]
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