Post by Ridley Adelle on Dec 31, 2005 15:37:42 GMT -5
Full Name: Ridley October Maddox Adelle
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Grade: Senior;12
Parentage: Danae and Travis Adelle
Siblings: Tatiana, 16. Alexandra, 15. Aaron, 7.
Other Family Members: Distant relations..
Emily McKillen - Aunt
Henry McKillen - Uncle
Tatelyn McKillen- Cousin
Emily McKillen- Cousin/ Tatelyn's daughter.
Daman McKillen - Cousin
Accalia McKillen/Faith McKillen - Twin cousins
Pet: None.
Personality: Ridley is 17, edgy, tough, and, with her younger sister, into staging and photographing scenes of death. They've made a pact about dying together. Cold until you get to know her, but that can be extreemly hard, because she's likes to keep things to herself and doesn't want to be vulnerable to any unwanted feelings. Stubborn, very. Greedy and proud. Open minded. Runs one man schemes and is a bit of a con, when she knows she'll get away with it. Dry sense of humor no one seems to comprehend. I don't want her to sound like a Draco wannabe, but she really is cold, and isn't fazed by people's comments or points of view. Alls that matters is what she wants and what she thinks. She lies when she needs to save her ass, or is planning some scam.
Appearance: Refer to signature.
History: The Adelle's, Travis and Danae, had their first child in their early twenties, on a cool fall night of October 17th in a muggle hospital in Paris, France. A baby girl later that night named Ridley October Adelle. Ridley was barely a year when Danae had their second child on September 3rd, naming her Tatiana Faye Adelle. Once agian, a year after, their mother had yet another baby girl, naming her Alexandra. After that, no more children came, for a while anyway.
Since Tatiana's birth, she and Ridley have been inseperable. One stood up for another, and they argued like cats and dogs over the smallest things but made up less than a half hour later. A unique couple they were, sharing a bond unlike any other.
When Ridley was but 10 years old, her parents had one more child, being their first son. They named him Aaron.
Now, the 17 and 16 year old sisters Ridley and Tatiana are doing their best to stay outsiders. The typical stupid foolin' around cheerleaders attracting testosterone-regulated boys are really turning them off. "Out by sixteen or dead in this scene - together forever" is their morbid pact - because what classmates or their own mother consider as "becoming a woman" seems to be the same as getting dumber due to hormonal alterations. So the wicked girls prefer to fake and imitate 1001 arts of dying for their school project, including decapitations and lawnmower-splattered bodies.
Sample Post:Ginger sighed as she held the long, cool metal blade to her wrist. She paced around the small basement room waiting for her sister, Bridgette. Finally, she decided on sitting down. Her bed creaked as she did so, the purple bed cover creasing. She looked at her wrists, quickly moving the sharp blade across them, but not pressing on it enough to cut through her pale, creamy skin. She smiled as she lifted the blade up from her wrist and looked around the small room. She started to play with her blue hanging beaded curtains smiling, her pearly white teeth emerging from her soft, red lips. Around her neck she wore a necklace, and her long copper hair hung past her shoulders, a little wavy as she sat there. She sighed, and laid the shining blade down, only to look at it once more, her eyes locked on it, picking it up with her hand. She looked down at it, her reflection staring back at her. Her black fingernails offset her small hands with eye popping color...or lack thereof. "Bridgette", she sighed out loud, waiting for her sister to hurry so they could talk. In the meantime, she thought about slitting her wrists...."Wrists are for girls", she thought. Ginger thought a lot, about death....about things in general. She didn't really have a lot of friends, except for her sister and Mark. She was a loner, and she liked it that way too. No sense in messing with dumbasses she though to herself as she once again dropped the blade on the bed. She leaned back and watched the ceiling of the girl's basement bedroom
Anything Else You Want Me To Know: Anything you might find relavent.
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Grade: Senior;12
Parentage: Danae and Travis Adelle
Siblings: Tatiana, 16. Alexandra, 15. Aaron, 7.
Other Family Members: Distant relations..
Emily McKillen - Aunt
Henry McKillen - Uncle
Tatelyn McKillen- Cousin
Emily McKillen- Cousin/ Tatelyn's daughter.
Daman McKillen - Cousin
Accalia McKillen/Faith McKillen - Twin cousins
Pet: None.
Personality: Ridley is 17, edgy, tough, and, with her younger sister, into staging and photographing scenes of death. They've made a pact about dying together. Cold until you get to know her, but that can be extreemly hard, because she's likes to keep things to herself and doesn't want to be vulnerable to any unwanted feelings. Stubborn, very. Greedy and proud. Open minded. Runs one man schemes and is a bit of a con, when she knows she'll get away with it. Dry sense of humor no one seems to comprehend. I don't want her to sound like a Draco wannabe, but she really is cold, and isn't fazed by people's comments or points of view. Alls that matters is what she wants and what she thinks. She lies when she needs to save her ass, or is planning some scam.
Appearance: Refer to signature.
History: The Adelle's, Travis and Danae, had their first child in their early twenties, on a cool fall night of October 17th in a muggle hospital in Paris, France. A baby girl later that night named Ridley October Adelle. Ridley was barely a year when Danae had their second child on September 3rd, naming her Tatiana Faye Adelle. Once agian, a year after, their mother had yet another baby girl, naming her Alexandra. After that, no more children came, for a while anyway.
Since Tatiana's birth, she and Ridley have been inseperable. One stood up for another, and they argued like cats and dogs over the smallest things but made up less than a half hour later. A unique couple they were, sharing a bond unlike any other.
When Ridley was but 10 years old, her parents had one more child, being their first son. They named him Aaron.
Now, the 17 and 16 year old sisters Ridley and Tatiana are doing their best to stay outsiders. The typical stupid foolin' around cheerleaders attracting testosterone-regulated boys are really turning them off. "Out by sixteen or dead in this scene - together forever" is their morbid pact - because what classmates or their own mother consider as "becoming a woman" seems to be the same as getting dumber due to hormonal alterations. So the wicked girls prefer to fake and imitate 1001 arts of dying for their school project, including decapitations and lawnmower-splattered bodies.
Sample Post:Ginger sighed as she held the long, cool metal blade to her wrist. She paced around the small basement room waiting for her sister, Bridgette. Finally, she decided on sitting down. Her bed creaked as she did so, the purple bed cover creasing. She looked at her wrists, quickly moving the sharp blade across them, but not pressing on it enough to cut through her pale, creamy skin. She smiled as she lifted the blade up from her wrist and looked around the small room. She started to play with her blue hanging beaded curtains smiling, her pearly white teeth emerging from her soft, red lips. Around her neck she wore a necklace, and her long copper hair hung past her shoulders, a little wavy as she sat there. She sighed, and laid the shining blade down, only to look at it once more, her eyes locked on it, picking it up with her hand. She looked down at it, her reflection staring back at her. Her black fingernails offset her small hands with eye popping color...or lack thereof. "Bridgette", she sighed out loud, waiting for her sister to hurry so they could talk. In the meantime, she thought about slitting her wrists...."Wrists are for girls", she thought. Ginger thought a lot, about death....about things in general. She didn't really have a lot of friends, except for her sister and Mark. She was a loner, and she liked it that way too. No sense in messing with dumbasses she though to herself as she once again dropped the blade on the bed. She leaned back and watched the ceiling of the girl's basement bedroom
Anything Else You Want Me To Know: Anything you might find relavent.
