Post by Juliette Sablewood on Mar 30, 2014 18:31:50 GMT -8
JULIETTE LOUISE SABLEWOOD
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I've tried
You want to know 'bout me?
* Full Name: Juliette Louise Sablewood
* Age: 21
* Gender: Female
* Species: Human
* Olympian Parent: N/A
* Sexuality: Straight
* What region would you like to live in?
Zenaide
Well, I think I'm Sexy.
* Eyes: Dark Brown
* Hair: Dark Brown/Black
* Birthmark: None
* Distinguishing Features: Nothing Really
* Play By: Vanessa Hudgens
* Personality: If one had to pick a single ability to sum up Juliette's talents, it would not take long to decide which it would be- the ability to suffer in silence. No matter how much pain Juliette is in, or how angry she is, she keeps it bottled up inside and doesn't tell anybody about it. Her motto would probably be, if she had a motto, "Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know!"
A very passive person, she rarely speaks out. For example, she rarely ever actually says no, but instead dances around the word. Sometimes, even yes can mean no. (Actually, often yes means no). But she almost never actually says the word no.
Juliette likes to be alone because that is the only state in which she can do what she wants, considering how passive she is with other people. She loves to climb trees and to hunt too, and often uses these things to unwind. She tends to keep these activities to herself because they aren't always looked on with favor, and she'd hate to have to confront someone about it.
Despite all she tries to hide it/forget about it/ ignore it, awful things happened in her past, and she blames herself for some (most) of them. Sometimes when she sees certain things (fires are the biggest trigger) she will freeze up and see memories of her past. During these flashbacks she is completely unaware of the world and often seems to faint; to her it seems like a dream. Speaking of dreams, almost every night she has nightmares about what happened.
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
* What do you look for in a spouse? He has to be able to understand my personality and know what I like and dislike, but preferably without having to ask. I want his body and mine to fit together like puzzle pieces like lovers always do in the books. Ideally he looks just like me, but male, of course, and six inches or so taller.
* Likes: Climbing trees, reading, hunting, cooking, singing.
* Dislikes: FIRE, tight spaces, dirt/mud/untidyness/etc, spiders, being made to talk/present/sing/fall over/cook/etc in front of others (performing).
* What color hair and eyes would you prefer? Same as mine (dark brown or black). It would be nice to match, you know? But if that's a problem, I don't really have a preference...
* Turn-ons and offs:
Turn-ons: Tall, must be taller than her;
Understands and knows when her yes's are actually no's;
Doesn't mind doing all the talking;
Likes to climb trees and do other physical activity;
Smart.
Turn-offs: Stupid or dense people;
Unsophisticated or crude;
Stinky, or untidy;
Lazy, or a liar;
Anybody who won't let her hunt.
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
Turn-ons: Tall, must be taller than her;
Understands and knows when her yes's are actually no's;
Doesn't mind doing all the talking;
Likes to climb trees and do other physical activity;
Smart.
Turn-offs: Stupid or dense people;
Unsophisticated or crude;
Stinky, or untidy;
Lazy, or a liar;
Anybody who won't let her hunt.
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
* Family: Dead, all of them. She tries not to *sniff* think about them very much.
* Abilities: N/A
* Pets: None
* Anything Else:
* History: Juliette's parents were both humans. They were happily married and proud of their daughter Juliette, their only child. But as a child, the girl had a frightening propensity towards playing with matches. For whatever reason she just loved them, and loved setting things on fire. Her parents, worried the house would be burnt down, watched young Juliette closely.
But one night, when they were both asleep, Juliette had a nightmare and happened to be awake. She decided for some reason to go play with her favorite toys and, in the midst of her game, she dropped a match. It caught and suddenly, the house was in flames. The girl, alarmed, ran away, having the sense to go to the neighbours, even though it would have been smarter of course to wake her parents. By chance the nearest neighbours were a fair distance away, so by the time she reached them, and they returned, most of the house was in ashes, and among the burnt areas her parent's room. Her family was dead.
The neighbours took Juliette in, even though they worried she'd set their house up in flames too. But since the day her parents have died, she's never touched matches unless left with no other choice. Days after the fire the girl had her first flashback to the event; they were having a cookout and making s'mores. Juliette looked into the fire and froze, seeing the day of the fire all over again. Several nights after, she dreamed about the same event. Since then she dreamed almost every day, although thankfully the flashbacks were less frequent.
Time to see, the real me.
* Name: Beth
* Age: 13
* What do you want us to call you?: nevermore
* Rp Sample:
Juliette was sleeping, but not soundly in any way. She thrashed in her sleep, sweat dotting her brow. It was the same dream she saw nearly every night, but that didn't make it easier to see.
The young girl stood in the kitchen wearing a nightgown. In one small hand, she held a box of matches, in the other, a couple flaming matches. Her wide dark eyes started into the flames depths, marveling at the cracking fire. A grin tugged at her lips, a high tinkling laugh escaping them.
Suddenly, the tiny flaming stick slipped from her small fingers onto the floor. At first she giggled louder as the flame caught and grew larger, but as the rapidly spreading fire approached toward her, crackling and hissing, the laughter died. She ran, out of the house, heading for the neighbours.
This was the hardest part to watch. Always she tried to get her younger dream self to go for her parents instead of the neighbours, to save their lives. But of course there wasn't anything Juliette could do. It was years ago that that horrible day happened. Even if in her dreams she made a different choice, it wouldn't change a thing.
That didn't make her feel any better.
The young girl stood in the kitchen wearing a nightgown. In one small hand, she held a box of matches, in the other, a couple flaming matches. Her wide dark eyes started into the flames depths, marveling at the cracking fire. A grin tugged at her lips, a high tinkling laugh escaping them.
Suddenly, the tiny flaming stick slipped from her small fingers onto the floor. At first she giggled louder as the flame caught and grew larger, but as the rapidly spreading fire approached toward her, crackling and hissing, the laughter died. She ran, out of the house, heading for the neighbours.
This was the hardest part to watch. Always she tried to get her younger dream self to go for her parents instead of the neighbours, to save their lives. But of course there wasn't anything Juliette could do. It was years ago that that horrible day happened. Even if in her dreams she made a different choice, it wouldn't change a thing.
That didn't make her feel any better.
The credits YO!.
This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and give you hugs and cookies.