Post by tk on Aug 7, 2011 1:43:52 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Lore Mai Ramono |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Lore Mai Ramono, but you can call me Lore. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty-two years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a girl. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a human, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right] Lore's a very laid back kind of girl. Some could call her lazy but that's up for debate. Not one to take on unnecessary responsibly, she's the kind of girl who likes to keep to herself and look out for only herself, unless she knows a person well enough to care. Its not like she's rude to people who do talk to her, but she never attempts to form lasting relationships. This includes with any possible lovers. Being pan-sexual, there are plenty to pick but none have lasted long.Since the vampires have come out into public, nothing much has changed about Lore's attitude. She used to think they were all horror-story and romance but now they were real. Did she care? She would admit that its a bit different but who is she to judge the lives of other creatures? Along as something doesn't go wrong, she doesn't mind having them out and about, sort to speak...
history
[/size][/right]Lore was born and raised in L.A., California. Her parents were lawyers, both well paid and well respected by most in the community, say for the people they won against in their cases. Lore had a good life, went to public school rather than private school via her request. She really did want to be a regular kind. Of course, that was never going to happen. Lore's parents disappeared when she was fifteen. After two years worth of investigation, the case was left cold. In-turn, the young teen was left living with her aunt in Oregon.She attended college for two years at Harvard, majoring in Criminology, when her grandmother passed away, leaving Lore a home in Jamerson Falls, New Jersey. At first, lore intended to sell the home, but, after dropping out of college her second year, she decided to take the home and try a new life.
Currently living off the money her parents and grandmother left her, she's still scouting for a job and day dreaming about a detective career.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
A storm swept over New York City the night she discarded Tray on the street, half broken and weak. One night she'd call him beautiful, now he was set aside as leftovers for any creature wondering the streets, looking for a snack. If it weren't for the physical and mental pain he already felt, he may have been scared, as any sensible human in his condition would have been. Instead, Tray felt numb. With the rain soaking his half-bare body, he had gone beyond cold.
His body was on autopilot, walking slowly from where he had been tossed away, not sure of where he would be going. Bare feet stepped sluggishly through puddles till he no longer felt concrete, but grass beneath his toes. Blinking from his stupor, he lifted his head, glazed green eyes taking his surroundings with slight confusion. Central Park. Had he really walked that far without being spotted? Shaking his head, he wrapped an arm around his aching ribs, continuing forward till he was just too tired to keep going. With a pained grunt, Tray pressed his bare back to the trunk of a large tree, sinking down till he was sitting in the soaked grass and mud.
At this point, Tray glanced down at himself in an attempt to evaluate the damage done to his pale, thin body. Bruises varying from the size of en entire hand and to the size of a coin littered his chest, shoulders and possible other places on his legs that were covered by his pants. He could feel that his back was in the same shape. All of this and the right side of his lower lip was split from the first smack the mistress had delivered. She may have been a woman, but demons were hard hitters. Shifting, he raised his hips, reaching into his pockets to remove a set of blue-rimmed glasses, happy to find that they weren't damaged. They belonged to his mother. Or, rather, they did.
"Wha' am I s'posed ta do now?" he quietly questioned himself, dropping his head back against the tree, his ginger locks sticking to his face as he closed his emerald colored eyes. He could see the flash of lightning even past his lids, soon hearing the deep roll of thunder that followed. It was almost like a lullaby to him, sleep tugging at his mind almost desperately as he struggled to stay contentious.
He felt like a stray. Some animal kicked out to fight for its life. But, the problem was, Tray didn't know if he could fight. What was there left to fight for? His family was gone, he was tossed aside by his master, not even sold off... What purpose did he have left?
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| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] TK | SIX YEARS ONLINE | TAYLOR MOMSEN |
application created by demi, inspired by you could do better from caution.
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