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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:24 pm
_______Info
>> Name
Lorelei
>> Gender
Female
>> Owner
Rabid Ice Weasel
>> Scent
Horror
>> D.O.B
8/15/07
>> Stage
Child
>> Likes
>> Dislikes
>> Personality
Crazed, Outgoing, Self-Loather
>> Something Special
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 11:54 am
Table of Contents
- Cert
- ToC
- Rules
- Pollux
- Family
- Friends and Enemies
- Belongings
- Home
- Photo Album
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 11:56 am
Rules
- Do not post in this journal without permission, unless dropping off a gift or invitation of some kind.
- All posts in this journal should be in-character. This is a journal, not a social thread.
- Do not ask for Lorelei. You will not get her.
- If you have any questions, PM me. I'm nice. Honestly.
- Rules will be added as needed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:03 pm
 Current Mood: Indifferent
Scent: Horror
(calla lily, lilac, sharp mint)
Full name: Lorelei Beatrice Presley
Meaning: Luring rock/Traveler
Nicknames: Lori
Goes by: Lori
Stage: Child
Height: Average
Physical description: Willowy and tan with four arms and black eyes. She appears to have marking much like the cracks in her burner on her cheeks and forehead. Also, her finger and toenails are sharp and opaque black, not to mention the presence of fangs.
Personality: Lori is generally calm and introverted, although at times she is prone to violent mood-swings and destructive behavior. It's all understandable, considering her scent.
Sexuality: ---
Relationship Status: Single
Likes: Darkness, comic books, Stephen King, horror films, alone-time, thinking
Dislikes: Bright lights, being bored, spicy food
Quote: "Oh, I'm sorry...what was that, again?"
Other: Fear for Lori when she requires shoes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:05 pm
  Current Mood: Excited
Full name: Carrietta Jeanette Presley
Pronunciation: carry-ETT-uh . juh-NET . PREZ-lee
Nicknames: Carrie, Duckie, Moonshine
Goes by: Carrie
Age: 16
Gender: Pangendered (considering herself neither and both male and female)
Personality: Carrie is kind, but more then a little sarcastic. She is most definitely very friendly and rather easy-going, but if you get on her bad side you will likely be verbally gutted like a fish. She is easily frustrated and bored, and yet maintains a determined and stubborn attitude. She is also rather creative, with a morbid steak a mile wide. There doesn't seem to be many subjects too gruesome or embarrassing she won't address in writing or in conversation with a peer. Carrie is oftentimes blunt, refusing to beat around the bush like most people might, and doesn't give a damn what others think of her, generally shrugging everything off. Again, though, if one was to mess with her friends, one would be verbally disemboweled...although that is not to say that Carrie has many friends. She tends to enjoy time alone much more, and generally distances herself from people she feels are getting too close. When it comes to responsibility, she reacts better when asked politely than when forced. Either way, she will go through with whatever was asked of her, but her mood greatly depends on how it was asked of her. Aside from all of this violence and morbidity, though, she has a great sense of humor and is really rather intelligent. Her memory is mostly dependent on random little facts she's picked up and, although she knows that reindeer milk has more fat than cow milk, she rarely remembers what she ate for breakfast. Her beliefs are strictly transcendentalist, although she wouldn't dare try and force her beliefs on others, and tends to keep an extremely open mind. If allowed to get close enough to her, a person will notice that Carrie is, in fact, wise beyond her years.
Physical description: Carrie is just above five-foot nine with a long torso and shapely legs. Everything about her is very thin due to her high metabolism and generally long, leaving her oddly small-framed, and broad-shouldered. Her womanly figure is not so very womanly in that her hips are small and her breasts along the same line. Her almond-shaped eyes are an odd colour, green with red-brown around the pupil, her skin unusually fair, and her hair a nondescript golden mousey-brown. Her lips are full and her nose long and straight, and her cheekbones are dappled with light freckles. Carrie's arms and legs and often covered with mysterious bruises and scars, none of which bother her all that much, and her spine is slightly curved due to late-onset scoliosis.
Sexuality: Pansexual (considering herself all and none of the existing sexualities)
Relationship Status: Single and not looking
Occupation: Aspiring actress and author
Likes: Freedom, nature, writing, acting, singing, friends, family, dreams, the macabre, antiques, the supernatural
Dislikes: Fundamentalists, prejudice, ignorance, heights, small spaces, others in pain, excessive anything, people as a general rule
Quote: "You are clearly magical. Clearly."
Other: Carrie has an obsession with horror novels and movies and one day wishes to be a starlet of the bloodied silver screen. As of the moment, though, she's only scored jobs in various commercials, voice acting in the odd cartoon cameo or two, and writing tedious articles and short stories for children's magazines. She is one of the few, the proud, and the technically nonexistent: the female tenors. Her voice is actually rather low and breathy, but she's learned over the years to keep it at a higher pitch. This can all probably be equated to her birth defect and XXY syndrome. Her self-esteem isn't all that good and she finds herself on various medications at random intervals. Carrie is moridly desperate to one day gain immortality. This is not because of a fear of death, but instead a fear of dying before her life is complete. Finally, she has the most useless double joints ever: her ankles.
Past: Carrie was born a hermaphrodite (in that she has male external organs and a uterus/ovaries) on September seventh, nineteen-ninety to a fairly normal family with a half sister on her mother's side, and another on her father's. She was originally named Blaise, a nice androgynous name, but once she began to show signs of femininity her parents quickly changed it to Carrietta. She grew up separated from her sisters: Darcella, a junkie, who lived too far away and Tracey-Michelle, a tattoo artist, who was thirteen years older and, by Carrie's twelfth birthday, married with a step-daughter. Childhood was not easy for Carrie. She followed trends and tried to hide her odd genetic diseases, but still found that she didn't fit in as she skipped various grades. In middle school, however, she found a young man named Bailey. He was five years older, but they quickly fell in love and built a stable, beautiful relationship that lasted over two years. Bailey was a tortured soul, however, and, forgetting that he had invited Carrie over weeks before, slit his wrists in the bathtub. It was that day, while Carrie held Bailey's body in her arms, that the girl's life changed dramatically. She finished high school at thirteen, pursued her dreams, succeeded, and drew back from society. At fifteen she declared herself an emancipated minor and drew further from her family. She now lives in a house on the borders of the suburbs, happily shrouded in the comforting arms of nature.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:09 pm
The Loved
none yet
The Friends
none yet
Neutral Territory
none yet
The Enemies
none yet
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:11 pm
Outside
External
Carrie's home is rather humble, considering her salary. It is a one-story white house with blue shutters, and a flower-lined walkway that circles nearly the entire building. There is also a small garage to keep the family vehicles and whatever mish-mash of items don't fit within the house.
Porch
The porch is simply a ground-level and fenced-in bit of land, paved with small cobblestones. There is a barely-used grill shove in one corner and a few pieces of old wooden patio furniture placed seemingly randomly about.
Inside
Living Room
The living room is the largest room in the house. Within it is a smattering of old leather furniture that really does not complement the white rug and walls. The fireplace is the only real source of heat for the home on most days, and there is a wide-screen television that Carrie very seldom uses. This is also the only room in the house with a telephone.
Kitchen
The walls are lined with countertops, the oven, and the refridgerator along with a few racks of spices, pans, and utensils. There is a small kitchen island, outfitted with only three chairs, for eating purposes. Carrie very rarely cooks for anyone but herself and so does not often venture into the blue-themed kitchen.
Entertainment Room
The entertainment room is actually quite bland. The rug is a dirty cream colour, and the walls simply mint-coloured cement. There is a small television, game system, and CD player in one corner and an ancient treadmill in the other. All are used sparsely, as Carrie spends most of her time writing and surfing on the laptop on her old wooden desk.
Guest Bedroom
It is an eccentric little room with a bright rug, contrasting walls, and multi-coloured bed. There is a dresser full of Pollux's extensive wardrobe and a toychest in which to keep his...toys. The nightstand holds an alarm clock, and the drawer below is mysteriously kept locked.
Master Bedroom
This is where Carrie sleeps. There is a tall dresser, and full bookcase, and an end table with a properly-set alarm clock. She also has a small cabinet for her "secret" things and a vase containing dead flowers that the teen can't be bothered to replace. This room is really only used for sleeping, and so most surfaces have a thin coating of dust.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:12 pm
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