Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 9, 2009 9:32:46 GMT
TESSA EMILY PHOENIX !
BASiCS !
full name; Tessa Emily Phoenix.
nicknames; Tess, Phoenix, TeP.
gender; Female.
age; Eighteen.
birthday; October Thirty First.
birthplace; Quebec, Canada.
sexuality; Bi-sexual.
grade; Sophomore.
sport; Powerkiting.
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; Sierra Kusterbeck.
let me explain;Oh... seriously? Like the kinds I like to wear? Right. Uhm, skinny jeans a big favourite of mine - whatever color you want to give me I'm fine with it. Neon clothes are great too. Skirts and three quarter length leggings with long, printed t-shirts. I'll actually wear anything and everything that you give me, no matter the color or size, just as long as the jeans, skirt, shorts are the right size in waist, of course. Really though; the clothes I wear are dependant entirely on the kind of mood that I am in. Say for instance I'm in a foul mood, yeah? Then I will wear dark colors; black, red, black, red, etc. However; If I'm in a bright mood then it's neon and bright colors all the way, dude! As for my appearance? Well, generally speaking I'm around five foot seven inches in height and slightly more than a little underweight. I have brown hair with blonde highlights; hidden underneath this hat I'm wearing. My teeth are white and straight! I like hats and big sunglasses, as well as checkered shirts and looking ridiculously like a mountie from the cold part of Canada.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves;
There's not a lot to be honest, only a few small things: winning fights, apple juice, boys, girls, reading Shakespeare plays with my daddy (shut up), clouds, dancing in the rain, walking Banana, being a student, guitars, music, singing - my daddy says I have a good, strong voice on me, and one last thing; apple pie.
hates;
I hate losing - I'm sorry; I mean I loathe losing and I will absolutely not tolerate it. Another thing that I hate is meat; those poor, defenseless creatures that people murder; skin; chop up; sell; buy; cook and then eat! Stupid carnivorous people, seriously. I could go on forever with everything that I dislike but that would make me talk more than I'd like, I think I've said enough already but as you wish... I dislike; idiots, dumb idiots, taking orders, trying to stop my father from drinking so much, the way people speak to me, talking to people I've never met before; eye-ee: you, being outsmarted, feeling confused, annoying people, people with high-pitched voices, channel hopping, how my past fed out as I grew, William's fiancée, cherries and you.
strengths;
Well, I would say that fighting is a strength of mine, as is singing, shouting, playing guitar, power-kiting, provoking people - not too sure if you can call that a strength but oh well, standing up for myself, sharing my opinions - however sarcastic and snarky they may be, being sarcastic.
weaknesses;
Er, well here's a difficult one - it's got to be not knowing when to stop, not knowing when to shut up, provoking people - haha, apples, my daddy's drinking problem, being too forceful, not taking orders, being annoying, shouting too often and cherries/cherry pie.
fears;
I fear that one day my daddy will drink himself into a drunken stupor that he won't wake up too, also change, rodents, spiders, clowns, cherries, losing a battle I know I can't win and giving into my true feelings.
goals;
I wish that I could cure my father of his drunk-ness, to ignore William and fiancée, finish school in one piece - hopefully, and to tone myself down a bit.
interesting facts;
Er, well I can recite the alphabet in French in seven seconds flat and I can play the violin, clarinet and I once won a cherry pie eating contest.
secrets;
I was raped at the age of five, I'm secretly a romantic at heart and I only pretend to be bitchy because of my up-bringing.
quirks;
I'll randomly burst out into song whenever I'm bored, I'll start a food fight if I don't like the food I'm eating and I twirl my hair around my finger a lot.
personality;Okay, listen up, Fred; encase you hadn't already noticed I don't much like talking to people who look like a seagull has had a shit on their face, been run over by a tow-truck and then dragged through a hedge backwards, right. When it comes to people telling me what to do and slash or how to do it, I'd rather they didn't to be perfectly honest with you, however; if it is necessary then I don't mind taking the orders. I have problems as you must have already guessed by the way I'm speaking to you, but there are some that you wouldn't even begin to comprehende in you little pea brain mind. As an eighteen year old you would probably expect me to be stupid, crazy and out of my head; constantly drunk, stoned and whatnot - unable to understand the adult mind and the world outside of school and college, right? Well that is where you a completely wrong; I understand a hell of lot, even things that you wouldn't know about because in my eighteen years of existance I have come to know that certain things are not always what they seem. People call me 'intelligent beyond her age'; and I kind of have to agree with them there - what you see now, right here in this room, is not all of who and what I am. My IQ is above normal for a person my age and even higher than a fifty-six year old's should be. At the age of five I was thrust into a MENSA programme and by the time I turned sixteen years old my IQ was double the average. If you really want to know the number; it's one six four, now shut your trap and listen to what else I have to say.
I'm a bit of a fighter... well, no; that was more than a tiny bit of an understatement - I am a fighter, it's what I do. Verbal, physical or emotional, every fight I win just ups my game and adds ten points onto my confidence. I'll admit that I get a little more than 'slightly cocky' when I'm around people that I dislike - provoking them to the points where physical fights ensue and making sure that I get the upper hand before it gets out of hand... which is more than often. I have this awful tendancy of becoming out of control, going too deep with the things I do and the things I say. Call me conceited if you wish too; but I like to win and I can't stand losing. I'll tell you that if there's a fair fight to be had; I'm turning the other way - being fair in fighting is not my strongest point and I hate to disagree with you, but fair fights aren't good for showing people what life is like. Seriously though dude; if you look at me and don't believe that I can fight then you are very much mistaken and you obviously never listened to your Grandmother when she told you that you should 'never judge a book by it's cover' - brilliant that is, genius. Anyway, yes, I may look small; well I am small, but that's only what you want to see, I'm far from being fragile and weak. I'm a lot stronger than I look and I can assure you of that, sir.
On a lighter note I'm not always like that, there's a side to me that's a girl [shutup] and like any other girl I has issues with feminine problems that a male such as yourself wouldn't understand. Or would try to understand; pretend that you did and attempt to comfort. I can cry; I cry a lot to be honest with you and I get funny feelings in the pit of my stomach whenever I'm around certain people that I like, especially my guy friends - note that I said 'guy friends' and not 'boyfriends' okay? If you must know, I'm a slightly passionate romantic at heart; I know what I want but the thing is I don't know how to get it and when I try I fail and I feel confused. Affairs of the heart aren't my strong point, but I can tell you now that I am in love with someone and that there is a problem with this because I might like them both and I'm not too sure who I like more.... Great, now I feel slightly more than a little sappy; after I've told you all the other stuff about how I'm a fighter and such. Suck it all in dude, allow the confusion to sink into you. I may be a bitch, but with the way my emotions are cracking; I'm becoming more and more girly with each passing moment.
Oh, and before I get all teary eyed and hormonal from this female problem; I think I'll take a shot at confusing you as much as I possibly can. As you are well aware of; I don't really like taking orders but I will do so if it is absolutely necessary, intelligent beyond my years, a fighter and slightly conceited, you should also know that I can be an antagonist. Provoking, daring, dangerous, easily angered, not to be messed with - the usual. I have a knack with sarcasm and confusing people to the point where they get angry with themselves and slash or me; which is always fun, believe me! What else? Oh, yes! I'm proving to be an adrenaline junkie! Fun, right?! I just love the feel of the wind in my hair, the thrill of the chase, the burning of my throat constricting and gasping for air, the thumping of my heart as the speed gets faster. Now I give up; I've had enough of explaining what I'm like to you so change the subject.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother;
Uknown, she died just after Tessa was born.
father;
Michael Phoenix; 62; unemployed alcoholic.
siblings;
Toby Phoenix; 23; chef.
William Phoenix; 27; politician.
Jason Phoenix; 29; works in HMV.
pets;
Banana, puppy.
other family
none.
significant figures;
andrew and daniel; unknown.
history;I don't really remember much of my childhood because it was such a blur. My parents were married and had already had three children before I came along - a surprise I was, that's what daddy always said; 'his sweet surprise'. In my childhood the main things that I remember are; going to school with my three older brothers and that my mother was never around. That I would be told about later on in my life, when I was older. So, it was just my daddy, Michael, William and Toby, all three of which were in their teens when I came along. For a long while William resented me and called me a 'wicked baby' because I had 'made mommy go away for a very long time' I was, of course too young to understand this. Daddy was always telling him to let it go and understand that it wasn't even my fault that mother had died. I was three when William left home at nineteen; he got a job in the city and fell in love with a woman. It didn't last, but he didn't dare come home. Michael and Toby, however, were still under the age of eighteen and were unable to leave home just yet.
At the age of five I went wandering around on my own to see what there was to do and stuff - hey, I was a young child and had heightened senses of adventure. Unfortunately I wandered too far and ended up getting myself lost in the forest just on the outskirts of the family home. Fortunately; there was a guy (he seemed nice at the time), and since I was only five at the time I wasn't too understand the ins and outs of talking to strangers - though daddy might have mentioned it once or twice but what five year old really listens to a word their daddy says? - and I approached him. Unfortunately he gave me the fright of my life and I ended up head first in a mud puddle. When I woke up I was in a white room and everything around me was so loud that I couldn't stand it. I turned in my bed and there was daddy; head in hands, crying, shaking his head and mumbling something about how 'this was all his fault' and that he 'shouldn't let me out on my own'. Three weeks later I overheard my daddy talking on the phone to someone - he said that I had been raped by a pedophile. What was this?! I was so confused. Had that man raped me? Yes.
Pushing all that aside I pushed aside everything that was going on around me and secluded myself, shutting myself off from the outside world. As I grew up and moved from grade school to junior high I got in trouble a lot and tried to skip as many classes as possible - except music. Daddy says that I was a tyrant and I needed to learn that everything going on and everything that had been in the past was to stay in the past and that I should learn to forget. I couldn't. Images flooded my mind at night and there were points in my life where I couldn't sleep at all from them. I taught myself to play daddy's guitar, to read music and to write it. There was nothing else I could take on that would make my mind forget what had been. Well... until I met Andrew and Daniel there had been nothing, but I befriended them, we became closer and I realised that I was slowly falling in love with one of them, I just didn't know which one. However, daddy had recieved a letter from a school in Australia for me - they wanted me to move out there and attend a top Sporting Academy. At first I was slightly wary, I wasn't good at any sport... except power-kiting, so why would they want me? Daddy explained and we left the following week.
In my first year at Perth I didn't really understand much about the school, but I soon discovered it all and now that I'm in my second year everything is as clear as mud. Then my daddy started to act differently and when I questioned him about it; he said nothing was wrong. But I knew that something was, he sank into depression and started to drink - it got heavier and heavier until he was drunk almost every day before twelve in the afternoon, I didn't understand... I still don't.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias;
Jude.
other characters;
Aurelie Rush && Jett Zaboravljen && Alessandro Gabriel Spencer.
how did you find us?;
Through a pint of milk.
how can we contact you?;
With cookies, yes? -looks hopeful-
roleplay sample;
Alessandro Gabriel Spencer.
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears.
If there was one thing that Alessandro enjoyed doing more than skateboarding, it was drawing or sketching a new piece of art. Of course he had always thought of skateboarding as a type of art - especially when a photographer took pictures when the 'boarders were in the air or just landing a trick (sometimes even falling over), but drawing held a deeper place in his heart. Alessandro remained unconvinced that motorcross was an art of some sorts because of the time he and his twin brother had decided to swap sports for a week, both ending up in the hospital through their silly mistakes, with broken bones and cuts and bruises. Though the dair haired boy couldn't help but remember the thrill of going fast and the feeling of the wind rushing about his face through the helmet, but be that as it may, Alessandro still didn't consider it as a piece of art.
What he was doing right now, sketching the lake with a blue pencil, now that was art. Alessandro was concentrating pretty damn hard on what he was doing so that he made no mistake - it was a blue colored pencil he was using, not a color he could rub out with an eraser; something that he did not have anyway. His tongue was slightly hanging out of the side of his mouth, his hair was wild and in his face, eyes glazed over from the pot and breathing slow and deliberate, almost as though he wasn't - this was his concentrating pose for when he was creating works of art. His slender fingers weaving patterns of delicate strokes across the white sheet of paper, pencil hardly even touching it as he ran it across one way several times and then another way, several times.
He was unnoticing of a female figure walking in this general direction, too busy trying to get the frame of the river fit right into his paper - it wasn't to scale, but it was close enough to be to scale in his mind. Alessandro vaguely heard footsteps behind him but chose to ignore them for the most part because he wanted to finish his sketch before anyone saw it. This included his brother. What he didn't know was that the person coming towards him was a very good friend indeed - well, really she was more than that to him, but Alessandro needed to be sure she felt the same way before he asked her for something or another. When she came closer and spoke to him, Alessandro smiled.
Not looking up from his drawing, the nineteen year old junior, nodded his head and opened his mouth to speak. "Didn't take you as an early morning type, Melly." Alessandro spoke in his crisp English accent without looking up. He didn't need to look up to see that it was Mellisa, he just knew it was her by the way she smelt and the way she spoke. "Quite the partier you were last night, dear. Shouldn't you be sleeping that hangover off?" he asked, voice sounding almost sarcastic but he wasn't trying to be so. "Or did we set up a date down by the lake for this early in the morning where no-one will know what we're up to?" That was slightly nochalant and a tad bit conceited but hey, no harm no foul, right? Alessandro still hadn't looked up from his drawing yet.
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tag: mellisaaaaa, rawrr
status: completeeeeeeed.
word count: 572
outfit: clicky !
music: the answer - automatic loveletter
misc: i believe we did! i can tell that this is going to be fun, already, aha. xD
