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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 6:27 pm

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☆~ ℑ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ... ~☆

Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 6:30 pm

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Hᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ☆ Lillet Celeste Maverik
Aʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ☆ Lily, Lil or just plain "L" by some
Oʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ☆ Female
Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ☆ the fellas (hetero/straight)
Cʜᴇᴄᴋ Mʏ I.D., I'ᴍ ☆ Nineteen years old
Bᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ☆ February 17th
Wʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ☆ an Aquarius
Mʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ☆ blue
Mʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪs ☆ blonde
I'ᴍ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏxɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ☆ 5 feet, 2 inches tall
Wɪᴛʜ ☆ multiple ear piercings and a small budding rose tattoo on my left hip. She has two vertical scars on her left wrist from a suicide attempt when she was thirteen as well as several pale, faded ones along both of her forearms, and a few on her thighs around her knees.
Oᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, I ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ☆ healthy, lithe, lean and agile; built for stealth and speed rather than brute force. Endowed with moderate feminine curves, not that I'd let anyone see them anyway.

Alyss-n-Wonderland

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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 6:43 pm

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Mʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ☆ like the moon because I'm always changing faces. I've never been entirely sure exactly what they mean by that, but I kinda like the sound of it...almost seems a bit mysterious don't you think? Hmm, but if I had to describe myself in three words, I'd probably say that I'm free spirited, free thinking and just plain free all around. Why? Mostly because I feel that life is too short to spend worrying about all the little things all the time. A frowning face only gives you wrinkles in the end, as my father once told me and the only lines I ever wanted in my old age was the ones I got from laughing. Heh, were you expecting more? I'm sorry to disappoint. I'm afraid I'm not a terribly complicated person to figure out. I'm a simple girl who likes simple things like sunny days and walks in the woods. If you can't be grateful for all the beautiful little things life has to give, how can you ever grow to truly appreciate the bigger, more important things? Now don't get the wrong idea...I'm no barefoot hippie or little country town kinda girl. I have expectations, dreams, ambitions and desires like every other person. I just don't stress myself to get there most of the time. I like to stop and smell the roses, so to speak, filling my life with people that I love and great memories to keep me going though the hard times. Call me an optimist. Call me a dreamer. In fact, call me anything you like. I keep myself an open book to most people. I wear my heart on my sleeve so my feelings are never hard to guess. To some, this might make me seem temperamental, indecisive, wishy-washy or whatever but to me, its just being honest. I can be moody sometimes, but really...what girl isn't from time to time. And when I get down, I get down pretty low but after the rain comes the rainbow, I always say. It helps to remember that whatever sadness I'm feeling now is only temporary. Time is always ticking and a new season is just around the corner! I don't know where my life is going to lead me or where I'm going to end up ten years from now but...I'm okay with that. I just wanna keep my eyes on the light and keep on following my dreams.

Unfortunately, because of my genetics, I do have a few hindrances. For one, I have whats known as Borderline Personality Disorder...which mostly means I sometimes have a hard time coping with certain feelings of loss or abandonment. I'm occasionally prone to panic attacks if I get really worked up. I can become depressed and...admittedly...dangerous to myself at times. I've never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with most people because very few have ever been able to tolerate the way my emotions seem to tip back and forth sometimes. My feelings can be as versatile as day and night, hot and cold, spring and winter...but I'm learning to cope with my illness and hopefully will be on the way to recovery soon.

I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
☆ Music
☆ Dancing
☆ Parties
☆ Nature
☆ Laughter
☆ Flowers (white roses are her favorite)
☆ Sunshine
☆ Shiny things
☆ Spring time
☆ Light rain showers
☆ Good friends
☆ Taking walks in the bright moonlight

Bᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ʙʏ
☆ Wealth, riches, and material happiness
☆ Winter and the cold
☆ Darkness
☆ Death
☆ Sadness and suffering
☆ Poaching and destroying nature
☆ Fire
☆ boasting
☆ vanity and pride
☆ Stern rules

Hᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ, I'ᴍ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ
☆ feeling trapped or caged
☆ being stripped of my freedom and individuality
☆ being taken away from the things that make me happy
☆ being alone/ separated from my loved ones

Iғ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪsʜ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ
☆ To be a beacon of joy, inspiration, and understanding to everyone I meet.

Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 6:47 pm

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Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ Dᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs
☆ James Connor Maverik - my father and my best friend. Growing up without my mother in my life, my father and I became very close. He was a musician and song writer and though I never had the same amount of sheer talent that he did, he taught me a lot about playing the piano, the guitar, singing, and life.

Bᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ☆ Persephone

Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, I ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀᴇ. Mᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ☆ (new friends to be added as they are met)

As ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ☆ (new enemies to be added as they are met)

I ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ☆ (new love interests to be added as they are met)

Alyss-n-Wonderland

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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:35 pm

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Bʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴄᴏʀɴ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ

☆ Once upon a time, in a hospital in a great land called Arizona, I was brought into the world...a happy, bouncing, new born baby girl with little golden curls and bright blue eyes, just as gleeful and normal as all babies should be. I weighed only six pounds and seven ounces, was only a little over a foot tall and, most importantly, was the most normal baby in the whole history of normal babies ever to be born. Sounds just perfect right? It would have been if any of it were actually true. For a large portion of my life, this little story was exactly all that I was told about how I came to be in this great big place we call the world and, all that time, I actually believed it. Why shouldn't I have after all? As a child, I had no idea who, or should I say what, I really was. I was just another girl then, a very average, very human girl and nothing more. Thanks to my father, I grew up blissfully unaware of my true nature, what I was capable of and even the absolute truth of my birth and, you know what? I was happy. I had a simple life, an uncorrupted life, none of the things that I have come to know and expect over the past five years at all. It wasn't until those...monsters came to beat down our door and try to steal me away that I finally had to face the truth of who I was and who I was destined to be. This story that I'm about to tell you...is the truth. It is the story of my life...of my past, my present...and maybe someday, my future.

☆ My name is Lillet...Lillet Celest Maverik and I am what you may call a demi-god. Sounds unbelievable, right? Well, hold on to your pants 'cause that's just the beginning. Turns out, I didn't come into this world exactly as my father told it. My birth was...different. It was unusual, bizarre, and absolutely not normal. To spare you the details, I was left in my father's care when I was just an infant. He had never seen me before, didn't even know I even existed until that day. I never saw my mother again and would spend the rest of my life growing up without her by my side...or so I thought. When I was a child, my father kept me rather sheltered. I had rules, strict rules. Never answer the door if we're not expecting company. Don't answer the phone for numbers you don't recognize. No inviting friends over to the house...ever...At the time, I thought nothing of them. They were just rules that my slightly over-protective father came up with to keep me safe, right? All children's parents gave them rules like these. I was content to live in blissful ignorance, never wondering, never questioning. I suppose I didn't want to ruin a good thing. After all, whenever my father wasn't spazzing out about stranger danger and keeping his "greatest treasure" safe and protected, he was a very fun and loving father to be around. He was high-spirited, encouraging, and we just sort of clicked in that special way that only fathers and their daughters can. He was a musician...and I was his little muse. When I got a little older, he taught me how to play the piano and guitar and we used to sing our favorite songs together while working in the garden that he was kind enough to care for with me after I had desperately begged him to allow me to plant on in our modest little yard. It was only supposed to be a spring time project when I was seven but I loved the flowers so much that I stuck with it, never giving up and growing more and more extravagantly every year. It wasn't until I was eleven that I began to notice things that just didn't make sense to me. Strange things began to happen around me at school or as I was walking home. I saw things differently, things that I couldn't explain, things that I wasn't even sure were real. My home seemed to be my only haven for what I was afraid was a slow decent into extremely premature madness until the age of thirteen when I made a suicide attempt during a psychotic episode. I was rushed to the hospital and my life was saved. Two months later, I was diagnosed with something called Borderline Personality Disorder. It was a very low time in my life and I thought I was going crazy...but it turns out, I wasn't crazy. I only wish that I had been.

☆ I was fourteen when the monsters came. Tired of waiting around and trying to pick me off on my walks home from school they came after me at the source. The doors were rattling. My father was shouting and all I could do was sit absolutely petrified like a deer in headlights as the door began to shatter and splinter into tiny wooden shards. To this day...I'm still not entirely sure what drove the monsters away but, from that moment on, my life was never the same. My eyes were opened to my true nature, my destiny and it was then that I knew what I had to do. I was told there was a camp where people like me could go to train and learn how to fight. The idea of leaving my father terrified me, but the idea of risking him getting hurt or worse if I stayed was even more frightening...So I made the decision. I had to leave home and go. Perhaps there I would learn more about myself and the parent that left me behind. I only prayed that my father would be safe while I was gone.

Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:38 pm

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Sᴛᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ! I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ☆ Dagger ☆ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ!

I ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ☆ Thorn

Wʜɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ☆ a simple charm which she keeps safely attached to a charm bracelet on her wrist.

I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏᴏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ
☆ Playing the piano and guitar
☆ Gardening

Sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ
☆ Fighting - her compassion for living creatures and lack of significant upper body strength do not make her particularly suited for the act of battle

I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ☆ five years

Iғ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ☆ The Show - by: Lenka