Post by Taija Blackwood on Apr 26, 2009 17:47:03 GMT -5
TAIJA QUINN BLACKWOOD
»Reach The End I'll Meet You There''
Player Name;; Viola
Age;; 146 & two halves.
Experience;; 2 years.
Password;; Did you read the rules? I most certainly did. It said to post blue, and then it said to post green. I want to post purple though. d=
RP example;;"No, that love of yours, Anna..." The gypsy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and shook her head lightly. "She is no good for you, dear," she said to the man across from her. putting her tan and slender hand on top of his large and pale one. "Are you sure?" the man asked, his large blue eyes searching her tawny ones. The gypsy, or Dia, as was her name, looked down at small bowl of filled with water, used for scrying. "Yes," she announced gravely, "I am sure." Dia looked down for a moment, at her lap, tracing the small bumps that came from the small leather purse in her lap. Ah, how she loved money...But..
"Dear," she said, "you don't have enough money here. I need more. Ten pieces of silver. It's my price, to read your fate." Dia's voice was soft, like satin, however, her eyes were hard, and were holding the blonde man in cold appraise.
"I don't have any more money,” he said, his eyes showing nothing but open and surprised honesty. Ah, how cleverly a liar's face could deceive himself. "There's money. In your pocket. Give it to me. Now."
His face was now looking murderous, and Dia suppressed a small smirk. Oh, she was good. "No," he said, rising. "Yes," Dia responded, standing as well. Though, this did not give out the impression she was hoping to press upon him, as she only stood about five feet. But the aura around her was nail-biting, spine-tingling. The air was crackling around her, Dia's hair, white blonde, almost silver, straight to her chin, was shifting about, as if there was a wind about, however, the skins on her tent were thick, to prevent that sort of thing. "Give me my money,” she growled, the deep red velvet skirt around her calves twirling about, while the belled sleeves of her patched and dirty white blouse reacted to this change of air.
The man was now starting to get scared, but still managed a "no," through trembling lips.
"Idiot," she said, her tawny eyes now almost ink black, the trinkets in her tent such as crystal balls and tarot cards, charts, candles, sherry bottles and astrological charts starting to tremble and shift about. Then, suddenly, the man was lifted off of his or rather Dia's, wooden chair, and cast out of her tent, all the coins in his pockets flying into Dia's waiting hand, silver bangles on her wrist shifting slightly. "Thank you for your patronage," she called after the man, who was scrambling away. With a satisfied smirk playing at Dia's full lips, she put the money in the money bag, before putting it away in the safest place she could think of, which was inside her blouse. She was sitting now, tips of her slender fingers together. It was strange really. What sort of gypsy had no talent in what they were famous for? Well, Dia was a seer, true, but, not on her beck and call like others. She sighed, her tawny orbs closed, trying to think why exactly it had to be her to be the outcast of her caravan. Not being able to find a reason, except maybe being intimate with a few clients, Dia shrugged her thin shoulders, putting it simply that she was a freak. That she had absolutely nothing in common with her caravan, her family, her...anything. She was an outcast of all, for no one liked a gypsy in these times...especially one who looked strange, let alone behaved strangely, and didn't even have what most would associate with gypsies...
"How am I ever going to make money this way?" Dia thought, before slipping out of her tent, which was set up in no particular place. She wandered about the streets, at sunrise, her tawny hues looking nowhere except her tan feet, trying not to gain attention. She didn't need another stoning scenario like in the last place she had stayed. But, as she heard screams, her eyes looked over, seeing two figures, beautiful ones, from what she could see, and many guards, scattered about the ground. "What happened here?" Dia asked herself, before daring to approach a bit closer to the two figures, one looking terrible, though still beautiful through the bruises and lacerations. The other, was god-like, to put it simply. "A-are you two okay?" she asked, Dia's eyes downcast, a small blush unnoticeable to all but herself because of her dark skin. She wondered..Were they perhaps fallen angels? Were they here to finally punish her for her transgressions? Or was there mere chance, that fate had brought her to these beautiful beings, who looked like men, but seemed much more than that.
»We're Still Breathing Don't Stop Breathing''
Character Name;; Taija Quinn Blackwood (note; pronounced Tah-jaa. Like Taj Mahal but with an A in the end.)
Nicknames;; she doesn't really have any nicknames. Her parents used to call her Quinn-y when she was little.
Age;; 16.
Gender;; Female.
Clique;; While Taija could easily go between the Artists and the Cores, she's a Core at heart. She keeps her drawings under her bed, it's not like she needs to scream out to the world, "here I am, and I can draw!" She's more concerned in trying to break any rule she can in this hated academy.
Sexuality;; Taija is bisexual.
Time At EA;; Taija has been in Emarosa Academy for a year and a half.
Face;;the beautiful Marion Cotillard.
»His Creation At Its Finest''
Hair;; Taija's hair is curly, but she straightens it often, too, so most people aren't sure. Her hair color naturally is a red-brown, but experimenting with the color so much has left it to be a plain dark brown. Right now she switches between brown and blonde, because of the conservative attitude of the school and her grandmother.
Eyes;; Taija's eye color is a gray-blue color, usually blue, but like all blues, sometimes looking more greenish or grayish or blueish depending on where she is, (if she's at the beach, her blue is an almost turqoise shade) or what she's wearing.
Height;; 169 cm.
Wieght;; 57.2 kgs
Overall Appearance;;Taija's appearance is one of glowing. Not to say she's some sort of greek goddess who comes with her own glow-from-behind. No. It's to say that her light skin, her light eyes and her dark hair, along with her bright smile give this young woman a glowing air to her. She's like the human equivalent of the sun. Because of this her small stature seems to be much taller. However, in her eyes, there always seems to be a sense of distance..as if she's not really there..
Taija is also very pretty. She's not a beauty, let's not over exaggerate, but no one yet has thrown up at the sight of her. She's easy on the eyes, and nice skin which has been lucky enough to not be pestered by large amounts of acne. She still gets a zit or two, but it's not so bad. She also has a birthmark smack in the middle of her forehead. She has a very slim figure, but it's not model-esque in anyway. Her chest is full, as is her backside, but not overly-so. It's subtle, like the rest of Taija's beauty.
»Its Not Too Late To Crawl''
Personality;;Taija's personality has changed a lot, to say the least. When she was younger, it was all sunshine and bunnies, happiness and "when can I go swimming in the lake again?!" Then she got older, and it was more concerned with paints, canvas, and "Mom, I need to get blazed, I'm feeling inspired." Then, the Disaster. Her personality was overcome by depression. Tears, hopelessness, empty stares and angry screams in the night.
Two years after the Disaster, Taija's personality has normalized, but definitely different. Her bright smiles are there, yes, but not quite so often showed as her characteristic smirks. Her paintings are no longer existant, razed to the ground along with her old home, her old self. Now it's her diary, the sketchbook that contains Taija's carefully tucked away emotions, ranging from sweet melancholy to passionate rage. That's on the inside. On the outside, she's a fun-loving girl, always looking for a thrill, and a rebellious heart. She wants to do what she wants to do, and nothing, not even Emarosa Academy, or her grandmother, is going to stop this rebel without a cause.
Likes;; drawing' weed' sex' relationships' music' Greek mythology' spaghetti' her cell phone' the sun on her skin' lakes and beaches'
Dislikes;; fire' her grandmother' the Disaster' homework' conformity and conforming non-conformists' large mansions with no purpose in life' the Odyssey' hospitals' pretentious attitudes' livestrong bracelets'
Fears;;
Strengths;;
Weaknesses;;
Secrets;;
One' Taija's parents are dead.
Two' Taija has artistic talent.
Three' Taija is dyslexic.
Hopes/Dreams;;
One' Taija wants to find someone to belong to in this crazy fucked-up world. She wants someone to hold her and tell her it's alright to cry, it's alright to feel. Taija wants someone to be with her until the Grim Reaper decides their time is up. She wants someone to comfort her when she's having nightmares, and someone to laugh at all her jokes. She wants someone to defend her when her grandmother wants to pick every single flaw of Taija's apart. She wants a soulmate.
Two' Taija wants to move to Las Vegas, Nevada, and work at a casino. Then, she wants to win the lottery, and move back to her old town Sedona, Arizona.
Three' Taija wants to leave her grandmother's body out so she can watch it slowly decay until there's nothing left, reminiscent to her soul.
»My Life Passes By As The Sky Fades Away''
Mother;; Sheri (Featherheart) Miller [deceased]
Father;; Tom (Sunshine) Blackwood [deceased]
Siblings;; a much older brother, a lovechild named Hector, After his namesake, he was killed in combat. [deceased, as just stated]
History;;Born to Sunshine and Featherheart, at the tender age of fourteen, was a baby boy by the name of Hector in 1976. eighteen years later, Hector enrolls in the army, to the dismay of their small family. Featherheart even goes so far as to try and get her father, John Miller, to convince the young man to stay out, since he'd always looked up to his grandfather, his memorabilia from World War II. No luck. He moved out, two years after Taija was born, to a base in Texas, and was never seen or heard of again, until two thousand and five, when two officers came trooping into Sunshine and Featherheart's home, a hat and a chain in their hands. It was a tragic day, the twelve year old Taija remembered. It didn't really phase the girl, who was very high at the time, since she'd never known her brother. And it didn't matter much to her either. He was an asshole, who'd thought he was too good for the family, too embarrassed because their parents were still stuck in the 60s. So the prick decided to join the army, and he died. Taija rather thought he got what he deserved.
Two years later, at fourteen, it came. The Disaster. Taija was at home, curled up and reading a book, the Odyssey. She rather hated it, the constant comparisons between Orestes and Telemachus, the double standard women had, especially with the situation of Klytemnestra and Agamemnon, but mostly, with Penelope being the good woman, and Odysseus, out there, sleeping with Kalypso and Circe. But it was a good book, even if she hated it. Then, something strange. The phone, which was on the table next to her, rang. It almost never rang, unless her grandfather trying to plan a visit which usually never happened. No, instead, it was the beginnings of the Disaster. An unfamiliar voice spoke, asking if this was Taija Blackwood.
"Yes," the young girl answered, unspoken questions asked in her simple, one-syllable word. "This is Dr. Karrion from Memorial Hospital, we're calling because your parents, Tom and Sheri Blackwood have been in an accident and they're both in critical condition.."
Taija dropped the phone, her jaw dropped. No. No. No no no! This couldn't be happening. Not to her parents. No! Taija, eyes watering, ran out of her nice warm home, out into the cold October rain, sprinting at full force to the hospital, which luckily, was only a couple blocks away. Finally there, she reached the front desk, which led her to where she needed to be. Past the ER doors, and into the ICU unit. She was led to a room, 1353. She'd never forget. There were her parents, and Dr. Karrion, trying to speak to her, tell her what happened. But it didn't matter. Not at all. All that mattered was that her father, so battered and bruised, the strong and tall young man looking like he'd just been put through a meat grinder.
"Where's..Where's my mom?" She asked..trepidation in her voice.
"I'm sorry but your mother didn't make it..as you were..your way..heart failure..sorry..your loss.."
The words were broken and spinning in her head. This couldn't be happening. Her mother? Gone? Forever? It couldn't be happening. It was just a bad dream. Taija backed out of the room, tripping over a chair, trying desperately to understand, clinging to the memory of earlier in the night, when both were fine and dandy, laughing and kissing, excited for a night to themselves. And now..this?
Taija ran, ran like a bat outta hell trying desperately to find herself, or anything to hang on to.
Two weeks later--
Taija had been staying at her friend Carmella's while her father recovered, visiting him as often as she could, staying for hours at a time, learning how to keep her tears at bay, since she wasn't allowed to cry in ICU. These were the first few days. Then he was moved to a regulard hospital room, and it was easier on Taija, visiting Sunshine, since tubes were no longer shoved in every hole on her father's body. It was getting easier to smile, when she was around him, even if her eyes were always glassy with tears.
It was a hard time for both of them, learning to live without Featherheart. It seemed a bit of an empty life, but they clung to each other. Finally, her father moved back into his home, along with Taija, who was getting high more and more often on more and more different substances as an excuse to leave reality for a while, leave her father who would always have a limp and mangled left leg, and her now motherless existence. But the Disaster wasn't over yet. Three months later Taija was out with friends for a night, getting completely shitfaced, when the second phase of the Disaster took place. Carmella had been with Taija, and she'd gotten a call on her phone. She gave a horrified look, and a quick glance at Taija, and nodded. She hung up, and then turned to Taija.
"We have to go hom, c'mon."
Taking Taija, who wasn't even aware enough to resist, went along, until she reached not her home, next door to Carmella's, but a wasteland, the smell of smoke out in the air, debris and broken home lying everywhere. And then, Carmella's mother came out and grabbed Carmella, as a paramedic from the ambulence that was there came toward Taija.
"We believe that your father..arson..dead..gone..we could..sorry..your loss..Tom..suicide.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Taija screamed, her eyes closed, tears streaming out of her eyes like hot oil. "HIS NAME IS SUNSHINE, not TOM. SUNSHINE!" It was all she could hold onto, his name. Sunshine. Sunshine and Featherheart, no longer. That asshole was gone, just like her mother. And he left her all by herself. That night, Taija slept on the streets. She didn't want to be around anyone, she just wanted to die. But she was built to last; she would not die. The next morning, Carmella found her huddled up by the lake, naked and wet, shaking and sobbing. They took her in for a while, but then, that too, that last shred of comfort was lost to Taija. The last phase of the Disaster was coming into place. The local social services department had contacted Taija's last living relative, her grandmother, divorced from Taija's grandfather, who'd gone into a home, after suffering from a stroke, his mind addled completely. So now, she was being shipped off to Britain, to a grandmother she'd never met, like a box of shipping peanuts someone ordered.
Upon reaching Britain, she knew she would not like her new living arrangements. Her grandmother was small, old, wizened, but had an iron will, and an iron fist to match. She had a big mouth, but didn't use it to gossip, like other old women. No, instead, the cunt used it to pick apart every single flaw that Taija had. She'd been homeschooled that past half a year by the old woman, when finally, Taija had had enough. She slapped her grandmother, after another lovely class of "What's wrong with my granddaughter", and homeschooling, which was put in place for Taija's mental health was terminated. She was shipped off again to God knows where Emarosa Academy for the rich and pompous. So now, after all of this, Taija spends her time terrorizing the school, getting what she wants materialistic-wise, since she'll never have what she truly wants back, her parents. She keeps this past to herself, and doesn't let it consume her. She lets her creativity be put to use by finding all the ways she can torture those old bats running the school without getting caught, or sneaking out and smoking her joints. At least the Disaster finally ended by the time Taija turned sixteen.
