Post by vixen ella washington on Dec 16, 2008 22:13:00 GMT -5
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Vixen Ella Washington
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Vixen Ella Washington
nickname(s); Vix, Vixy, Ell
age; Seventeen
birthday; October Nineth
grade; Eleven
species; Human
gender; Female
sexual orientation Heterosexual
canon or original; Original
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality; Vixen is deffinately interesting, some people that she is a boring
person but when it comes to her personality there is so much to
learn. No one has ever said what her best trait is but i guess
Vixen would like to think it's her sense of hummor, though she
doesn't show it right off the bat if she warms up to you, she is
the greatest person to be around. She can make anyone smile,
whether it's with her quirky words or her actions, or maybe the
way she trips over everything. Either way she has a way with
words and i guess you could say she does it without trying.
Vixen can be a bitch, when the situation warrents, not often but
if someone gets in her way or acuses her of something that is
not their business or entiirely out of place then she will voice her
opinion. This girl does not look like the type to be this way, but
when you ask for it she is there to dish it out and she can take it
just the same as she can give it. It's not like her but she has
learned over her years that she can't just let people walk all over
her, she has to stand up for herself and not be afraid of what
people will say, though she is still afraid of what guys will do.
I guess over all Vixen has many sides, it depends on the day and
the way that she feels but usually she is a great person to be
around, many people won’t actually approach her and talk to her
because she is so reserved but she does have a good reason for
being that way and she does wish to forget about it, but doesn’t
think that will happen any time soon.
likes;
Reading
Photography
Popcorn
Alcohol
The cold
Salt and Vinegar chips
Comfy chairs
Music
Juice
Water
Her i-phone
Lip gloss
Interesting clothing
dislikes;
The dark(it gives her flash backs)
Rude guys
When people interupt her
Being told she is to quiet
Meat
Being told to get out and have fun
People who think they know her
Guys that try to hard
Balloons
Soda
Digital camera's
Plastic water bottles
Plastic bags
People who throw garbage out of their cars
fears;
Clowns
The dark
Chinchillas
Farris wheels
habits;
Biting her lip
Twidling with her hands
Playing with the hem of her shirt
flaws;
I guess you could say that she is to quiet
Speaking her mind when someone steps out of line
Drinking to much
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
Jeanne Washinton || 36 || Homemaker
Lukas Washinton || 42 || Lawyer
siblings;
None
kids;
None
pets;
A hedgehog named cupcake
hometown;
Jacksonville Florida
personal history;
Everyone’s family has had its share of ups and downs, the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. Well I guess it just depends where you came from and how you grew up that forms the person that you are today and the decisions that you make when you get out there on your own. Sometimes you are made to grow up early and sometimes you get what you want right up until you leave the nest and get out there on your own.
Vixen grew up in that stereotypical rich family getting what she wanted, pretty much the perfect life. Though it looked one way to everyone when night fell and all the friends and guests left another story was told. Her father was there for her at a young age and to Vixen it seemed to be the perfect family, the zoo with both her parents, being an only child having both her parents to herself. She had her mom there to greet her when she came home every day. Her father was never out late, never missed dinner.
Then there came a night when he never came home, he was out all night, her mom had told her that he had alot of work to do. But Vixen had heard the fights down the hall from her room, they thought that with the doors shut no one would hear them. But with Vixen eleven she thought that she knew everything and would stay up into the night listening to their conversations and he words exchanged before they went to bed. When it first started nothing was wrong everything seemed good, their didn’t seem to be any problems. But one day just before she turned fourteen she walked in on a conversation that she never wished she had.
Something along the lines of, well are you going to go live with her, or us. Vixen had darted back behind the door to avoid being caught walking in on her parents. But it was too late, her father had retorted but after a hand signal from her mother her father’s words had been cut short. I guess they didn’t remember that Vixen had gotten off school early that day and walked home. After questions from all her parents sat her down and decided that they would tell her all, seeing as she wouldn’t leave without an explanation to the fighting and secret conversations.
Her father was having an affair. At first Vixen was so mad at him for hurting her mom but when she found out that both had known for some time she was mad at them both. This was not the way a family worked, this couldn’t be happening. Both her parents told her it was fine, it was nothing to worry about. But it was, to Vixen her perfect family had been torn apart by this and she would never let herself fall for that perfect family show ever again. Not being able to look at either of her parents she packed her things and left the house, the day that she turned sixteen. Moving in with her aunt, she was her favorite relative anyways. This was the place she was going to live.
She had changed schools and though she welcomed the money her parents sent her she never called them, it was their life and she couldn’t live with that anymore, it was something that someone should never have to deal with, let alone go through themselves. At the beginning of the year she chose to attend Harper high school. It was known for its academics which was all that she had now, she had left behind her friends and her life and was now set on starting new.
Not even a year into her new school and life and she had managed to date and break up with quite a few people. She was searching for something that she never felt like she could find. It was safety, comfort, love I guess. Something she felt betrayed by when it came to her parents. Though she thought that it was hard for her to trust anyone, really she trusted and fell hard all too easily and managed to get noticed but it wasn’t in the way that she had initially thought she would be noticed by others in her new school. Then she met James, and it was hard for her to ignore the feelings that she had the moment she met him. He was her new crush and she wondered if this could really be it. He was a bad boy and everyone knew it and I guess that was what drew her to him in the beginning. Everything about him was something she wanted and that was when she compromised who she had been to change her ways and she liked what she became. They dated for less then a year, but seeing what he truly was when she was with his made her realize that he was way too into his hobby to be with her. Sure their time together was great but she didn’t feel like he was one hundred percent committed to what they had.
So they called it quits and he left. But about two months after that she found out something that no sixteen years old should find out, she was pregnant. Since the only person she had slept with had been James it was his. She cried for days and told no one, she could do this on her own. But he didn't want this, James didn't want a child so young, one night after hanging out with a few friends he followed her.
What happend next was something out of a movie, he followed her till he couldn't anymore and then confronted her, when she told him she was keeping the child he threatend her. Vixen wouldn't budge an inch, this was her child and no one had to know it was his. But he lost it, getting physical he shook her and then pushed her off the edge of the road down a 30 foot drop and to what Vixen thought was her death. That was when he ran and she never saw him again.
The fall had knocked her unconcious and she wasn't found for hours after, her aunt had people out looking for her, one of her close friends had found her, taken her to the emergency and there she awoke, the bright lights in her eyes and the quiet murmer of people around her. She had lost the child, a girl meant to be named Molly Ella Washington. It was the worst day of her life, she had to get away she couldn't live around people that knew what had happend.
James had never come back and if he did he wouldn't have made it past city limits, she moved away, by herself when she turned seventeen to Forevermore hoping that she could get away from everything in her life and start new. Vixen hopes that whatever life has to throw at her she can take, starting a new is the first step and man is it a big one.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair;Chocolate brown
eyes; Bright blue
weight; 100lbs
height; 5”4
tattoos; a set of 4 stars behind her left ear
piercings; a nape piercing
anything else; nope
play by/face claim; Becky lou Filip
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Vixen
age; Nineteen
other characters; None
where did you find us? Another site
secret word; || admin edit ||
rp sample;
You wouldn’t call it running away from her problems,
you could call it a temporary release from the problems in her
life for a little peace and quiet alone while she read. Sure that
didn’t sound as great and it took you two hours to say but that
was where it’s at. Life was new and therefore it was something
to run from, new never worked out, mind you old didn’t most
time either. Well this was the opinion of a scared young woman,
don’t blame her for her idea’s it was life that did this to her.
She was unique in her own sense, unique enough to be thought
of as weird amongst the others her supposed friends. Well I
guess that was a part of being new, making new friends, but
was it really worth it, she had once thought that it was. Now
that ripped and tattered memory was not a pleasant one,
something that wasn’t looked upon with a smile. No not a smile
a grimace.
I guess that you could say that this was the place she knew, it
was like they were all the same, made in respect for the people
that found themselves here on days when homework wasn’t
something on their mind. To some it was sad to others it made
sense, but to Vixen it was her life. Sad as it may seem the girl
was ‘in love’ well I guess you could put it like that, in love with
the library. The smell of the books, the silence that was forced
upon you by the old woman that stood behind the mahogany
desk glaring at you over her reading glasses. It was a place
that those that were social and talkative rarely came, and if
they did there was a procession that followed and their
complaining echoed off the printed wallpaper. Vixen avoided
those people, the chairs were comfortable worn out and
needing to be replaced but it was like a second home.
Her nostrils flared taking in the scent as her hand touched the
bar on the door stepping into her home away from home, this
was where she lived now, Chicago. But bustling streets and
the cold weather and the even colder people were nothing to
be sought after, so she nestled herself in the one place that
she knew, the place that had always proved to be an umbrella
from the world for her. Stepping through the doors she felt the
warmth, the same older lady looked her way, weary of the
young ones that spoke much too loudly and didn’t have the
attention span to remember to be silent. Sighing she felt all
her fears melt away as she wandered into the large open space,
huge vaulted ceilings stretched out above her, coming to a
dome at the top. The isles of books were all that she could
see, making her way down a hall she turned into a quiet corner,
the windows spanned out before her curling around the arched
wall, floor length, they opened out to a serene garden.
The Great Gatsby, clutched in her thin fingers adorned by a few
vintage rings, hung at her side. Slipping into one of the
oversized chairs, she sank down and sighed. Pulling her legs
up under her she rested on the right arm and gazed out the
window while flipping to her page. A satin ribbon marked her
last place of reading, for a reason unknown. Vixen had read
this book a hundred times, and knew the book and yet she
read it again. It was captivating to say the least, a work of art
in her mind and the mind of others alike. Settling back even
further into the comfy chair she focused her eyes on the simple
word and lost herself in it’s tattered and worn pages.
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