Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on Jan 1, 2011 21:47:59 GMT -7
MIRABELLE AUDREY KENDRICK
"at the end of it all, who am i living for?"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Mirabelle Tuesday Kendrick
Nickname(s): Mira
Gender: female
Age: seventeen
Birthdate: April 14th, 1993
Sexuality: straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Marilyn Monroe
Played By: Anna Arendshorst
Grade: junior
Boarding: yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: six feet
Weight: one hundred and forty-four pounds
Eye Color: blue-gray
Hair Color: red
Build: toothpick
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Personal Style: When Mirabelle dresses down, you know it. You can easily tell when this girl puts a lot of effort into her clothes and when she doesn’t, no matter how hard she tries to make it look like she just threw something on in the morning. Her idea of dressing down, however, really isn’t any different than it is from the rest of the world’s. She will simply throw on a pair of jeans — albeit designer brand and nothing less — and a sweatshirt and call it a day. Sometimes it’ll be a t-shirt. Sometimes flats, sometimes flip flops. Even her every day I’m-feeling-like-crap outfits vary here and there, making you wonder if she’s really having a bad day or just trying to show off about how she can look good when she isn’t trying.
When Mira does dress up, however, she makes even more heads turn. She wants you to know that she looks good, and that isn’t too hard for her to do. Mira, in short, dresses like a model. Her parents are rich, she’s spoiled, she can buy whatever the hell she wants. And, of course, almost all of that money goes towards clothes. Lots of subtle but popping colors and jaw-dropping accessories make her look like she’s strutting the runway when she’s walking down the hallway at Riverdale. Naturally, a large amount of credit goes to the labels, since almost all of her clothes are designer. Imported from Europe, imported from Los Angeles, Mirabelle doesn’t care as long as it’s expensive. She’ll wear leggings, she’ll wear dresses, she’ll wear bomber jackets, she’ll wear whatever the hell she wants and still manage to make it look good.
Appearance: To put it lightly, Mirabelle Kendrick is beautiful, and she knows it. She knows that guys desire her, and she knows how to put that to good use when it comes to her appearance. She plays up her strengths. Her hair, for example. Its natural vibrant red color isn’t one that you often see, at least without an obvious dye job. No, Mira was born with her hair color and surprisingly, she wouldn’t change it for the world. She did consider dying it bleach blonde once or twice in her seventeen-year-old lifetime, but figured, why change when you already have one thing that works? Why fix it if it isn’t broken? Mira styles her long hair differently every day, but most often she just leaves it straight, in its natural state.
It may be strange to hear that for as much as Mira adores to play up her appearance, she doesn’t put that much effort into her make up in the morning. Usually a simple blush, mascara, liner, and eye shadow job will do the trick for her. When she’s dressing up for a fancy occasion that’s a bit of a different story, but just for school, hell, she’ll even show up occasionally with nothing on her face. When it comes to her make up, it’s almost like Mira is just an average girl, just like everyone else in the school. The rest of her beauty products, excluding hair, really doesn’t include much more than nail polish, of which the color changes quite frequently. A possibility of how she tries to make it look like her looks are effortless. Which, when you see the small amount of makeup she wears, it’s believable.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: modeling, comic books, movies, diet soda, photography, cities, water, sugar free gum, jazz music, comedians, driving fast, drama, running
Dislikes: salty foods, sleeping in, people who think they have no potential, loose change, walmart, bad grades, immature jokes, cough drops, cats, dead batteries
Dreams: make it big in what she refers to as simply “the industry”
Fears: a young death, losing her figure, rejection
Habits/Hobbies: running, reading comic books, taking pictures, writing down ideas that never turn into anything
Secret(s): she did indeed kill herself in her former life, and she won’t tell a soul
Personality: Vain. There is no other word that comes to mind first when one meets Mirabelle Kendrick. She is probably the vainest and proudest person on the face of this earth, and to have ever walked it, even to ever walk it. Mirabelle is the sort of girl who knows she’s pretty and likes others to know it. Granted, she may not walk up to someone and start parading on about how great she is, but she’ll do it in more subtle ways, such as playing up her clothes or her natural beauty. Believe it or not, she is mildly kind, and doesn’t want to shove it in everyone’s faces... or at least she tries to make it look like she doesn’t. In all reality, Mirabelle probably wouldn’t mind doing that at all, but there’s the stipulation that it would end to a lot more people not liking her, and Mirabelle couldn’t handle that.
Believe it or not, Mirabelle really does want people to like her. If she really likes a person, whether romantically or friendly, she’ll try very hard to please him or her. Deep down, Mira is like everybody else: she just wants to be loved. Granted, she gets a lot more love than a lot of other people, and especially did in her earlier life, but she still has the same insecurities that everybody else does. It was alluded to that she killed herself in her first life, and she did, but Mira is the only one that knows that. However, she can’t help but think that being allowed this reincarnation, this second chance at life, is a blessing, and that means she has to make the most of her life. She doesn’t want to fall prey to the same temptations that took her life the first time around. No, Mirabelle wants to live to a ripe old age. She wants a successful life, and as mentioned, she wants people to love her. People loved her the first time around, but her career was failing, and she couldn’t handle that. This time, she’s going to make sure her name stays.
And how is she going to do that? Well, Mirabelle has big plans for her life. She’s going to continue right where she left off, in a way, but this time she’s going to make a bigger name for herself. It seems an impossible feat, to become more famous than Marilyn Monroe. She was, after all, the most well-known woman in all of history. But Mira knows that she stands more than just a fighting chance, since that’s who she really is. It’s just like she’s continuing. For now, Mira wants to be a model, but the film industry still fascinates her in a way that it did all those years ago. If she can’t get her name out there with modeling, well, she’ll move on to film. And if she can’t do it with either of those (albeit she knows for a fact that she can), she can do it with sex. To put it bluntly, Mirabelle is a whore. Marilyn in her first life was known for having more than just one affair, and was married three times. It seems that she hasn’t lost that aspect of her life as Mirabelle Kendrick. Mira can’t help but be a flirt, and she’s given herself away to more than one guy. She couldn’t be described as easy, however. She often plays hard to get, especially if she’s not too sure about a guy. She won’t necessarily give it all away in one night.
Overall, the best way to describe Mira, other than vain, is determined, as discussed. She really knows the meaning of the word perseverance, and when Mirabelle wants something, she’s going to get it, no matter what that is. She’s very self-confident, a trait that isn’t always necessarily a bad thing. She is a very independent woman who knows what she wants in life, and knows that one way or another, she’s going to get it. Mira isn’t afraid to play dirty a little to get to the top of the ladder, and she’s prepared to do whatever it takes.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Elizabeth Marie Kendrick, 42, author
Father: George Philip Kendrick, 50, lawyer
Siblings: none
Other: none
Pets: none
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
History: Los Angeles, the city of angels. La ciudad de los angeles. The birthplace, however fatefully, of Mirabelle Kendrick. Proud — rich — parents Elizabeth and George Kendrick brought little miss Mirabelle into the world on a warm spring morning, April 14th, 1993. From a young age, there was something about the little girl, how she claimed the attention of everyone in the room more than the average infant did. You know how when there’s a baby nearby, people always crowd around it, and coo to their little hearts’ desires? Well, somehow that was exemplified with Mirabelle. And from a young age, Mira still managed to seem to control everyone around her. She was one of those flawless little girls with that aura around her that just attracted people.
And from a young age, Mirabelle seemed to own Los Angeles, too. When she was just a little toddler, learning her words, she would be calling out the name of the place where the small family was headed when she saw it out the window. Her parents were dumbfounded, pinning it on their great parenthood and teaching skills. Really, they had no idea, and neither did Mirabelle, what was really going on. They just continued on thinking that Mirabelle was just some child prodigy or something. As the child grew, so did her need for attention. Mira was constantly looking for and finding — quite easily — the spotlight whenever she wanted it. Things seemed to come easily for her. It didn’t hurt that she was her parents’ greatest pleasure, their prized possession and the apple of their eye. Whatever Mira asked for, well, if mommy didn’t give it to her, daddy couldn’t say no.
Mira went off to preschool at four years of age with the rest of the kids in her generation. She knew she wasn’t quite like them, though. Somehow, she felt like was different. Mira constantly didn’t want to play the same games as the other girls. She wasn’t content with just sitting around playing with Barbies and other dollies, she wanted to model, put on runway shows for the boys. She felt more mature than the rest of the kids. And this just continued when she started elementary school. From day one, Mira wanted, desired, needed to be the most popular girl in the class. She instantly started her own clique and all throughout elementary school spent all of her time trying to be cooler than everybody else she knew. She felt like she wasn’t going to get anywhere in life if everybody didn’t know her name, and from a young age knew that she wanted to be a model. She astounded both her family and her teachers with her intense knowledge of how the whole industry worked, when her parents never did more to prod her in that direction other than leaving fashion magazines laying around the house.
As the years passed, Mira never swayed from her future plans, modeling and acting. She joined the drama club in middle school and without even trying, won the lead roles, winning a few schoolgirl hatreds directed at her along the way. But by this point, she knew that pleasing everyone didn’t matter, and she just focused on her success. It was during middle school, too, that Mirabelle started having dreams. Strange dreams. Dreams that just felt so real. But they couldn’t be... Because these dreams always featured Mira — or at least it felt like herself to her — but it wasn’t really her. She was this drop-dead gorgeous blonde, and she wasn’t in current time, either. She was in... what was it, the fifties? They had to be just fantasies, right? But they were so vivid, they were so real. These dreams started recurring, and after a while, Mira knew this couldn’t be normal. She’d always felt such a connection to the time period, and they seemed so real, and that girl looked so familiar, that she couldn’t help but look further.
Soon modeling and furthering her career wasn’t the only thing Mira was obsessed with. She spent almost all of her time researching the nineteen fifties and everything to do with the era. It didn’t take her long to stumble across a certain captioned picture, and just like that, it all clicked. Marilyn Monroe. Looking at that picture made Mirabelle feel like she was looking in a mirror, looking at herself. It wasn’t normal... From that she moved right on to the idea of reincarnation, after seeing something about it on TV. It was then that it really fully fell into place. It all made sense now. The obsession, the desires, the knowledge, the need to become the biggest name she could be. She was Marilyn Monroe.
Even with this big acknowledgement behind her, life didn’t really change all that much for Mira. Knowing who she was didn’t sway her from her future plans because she knew that really, it was just like a continuation of what she was already doing. Now, however, she had one more goal: to become even bigger than Marilyn Monroe. Impossible, it seemed, but not when that’s who she already was. If there was only one person in the world who could manage that — besides Lady Gaga — then it was Mirabelle Kendrick. And if there was any other change to her life after that, then it was a slightly inflated ego. It almost killed her to not be able to go up to people and introduce herself as Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe, but Mira wasn’t stupid, she knew no one would believe her. She’d rather not be chucked into a mental institution — again. That wouldn’t get her very far in her career. And the last final change? She accepted her other role as sex goddess. Mira became a total flirt. By the time she was in high school, she’d found ways to accentuate her looks to the point where half the boys in her Los Angeles high school did double takes when she walked past them in the hallway.
When her parents announced that they were moving to North Carolina the summer after Mira’s freshman year, surprisingly, she wasn’t that disappointed. She’d always wanted to see the world, and considered this just her first step. She’d conquer North Carolina, then the U.S., then the world. Everyone had to start somewhere, right? Mirabelle started school at Riverdale with the same sights and attitude that she’d had back in Los Angeles. Not everyone here was willing to put up with it, but there were some who really seemed to notice her in particular. Marilyn paid them no special attention, but before she knew it, she’d been approached, and by the middle of her sophomore year had become a member of the RSOR. It was mind-blowing, to know that others like her existed, and that they’d somehow all found their way to Riverdale in North Carolina, of all places. But it was nice, really, to be able to tell others who she really was without them thinking she’s crazy. This did nothing to help Mira’s ego, and in her junior year, she hasn’t changed all that much. She’s still living life with her sights set higher than most would ever even dream of, and goddammit, she’s going to get there.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: beth
Other Characters: carter, vaughn, dawson
Age: seventeen
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:Dawson had actually put quite a lot of thought into his plans after high school. Most kids his age were worrying about college, trying to figure out where they’d go, if they’d get accepted, how they were going to save money, all those worries. But Dawson? He wasn’t thinking about any of that. Hell, he wasn’t even considering it. There was no way in hell that anyone was going to get him into a college. He wouldn’t go even if his parents tried to force him. Of course, Dawson respected his parents. There was no doubt about that. And what they’d done for him, getting him out of Wisconsin like that, and bringing him here, where he was safe? It was undoubtedly the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for him, and could ever do. But that didn’t quite equate to something as important as this, his future and where he went and what he did with his life. College was just out of the question. If middle school and part of high school had been this bad, then there was no way that Dawson would go out of his way to endure even more schooling. If he wanted to be something like a doctor, well, then that would be different.
But there was no way in hell that Dawson Schaffer would ever, ever, be interested in becoming a doctor. If he didn’t like being around people, then why would he want to get into a career where he saved them for a living? Technically, he was still dealing with the human race as an author, but it was in an indirect, roundabout way. A way that Dawson could deal with. After all, the only people he’d be dealing with the most closely would be his editor and publishing company. After that, he didn’t care about anyone. He would definitely be one of those aloof authors who never went to book signings or answered phone calls or dealt with fans at all. Hell, Dawson didn’t even care if he had fans. Getting money didn’t even matter to him. After all, like he’d said, he had his entire life all planned out, or at least what he was going to do after high school. When he moved up to northern Alaska, or Canada, or Greenland, after all, he didn’t need to worry about money. He was going to fend for himself, never depending on anyone else but himself. And if he wasn’t dealing with people, he didn’t need the money! Well, a few dollars never hurt, but he knew he’d get just that off of his writing, and that was going to be enough to get him through his life comfortably.
Dawson’s definition of the word ‘comfortable’ differed greatly from that of others. What Dawson considered comfortable was a little cabin up in the mountains, surrounded by snow and nothing else but snow. He’d chop his own wood and keep his house warm, he’d hunt. In the summer he’d have a little garden so he could get some fresh vegetables. He’d have fruit trees, whatever ones can survive the climate he’d live in. And of course, only if he had to, he’d be within flying distance of a grocery store, if he just had to get in contact with others. Necessities were necessities, after all. How else was he going to get more paper? How was he going to get more paper now, Dawson thought fleetingly, as he jumped a little when he heard a voice behind him and his notebook almost went tumbling down into the ravine and the rushing water below. That was the only thing he thought. He wasn’t worried about himself, as he’d jumped back slightly at the boy’s voice. He was only worried about his paper. After all, that meant getting in contact with others if he had to go to the store. Dawson slowly, slowly turned around to face the boy in front of him. Somehow... he seemed different. Dawson didn’t have a problem with him. He didn’t mind his presence. “I-I,” he stammered, blinking and shaking his head a little, clutching his notebook close defensively. “I’m f-fine.” Two simple words, but for Dawson, two words were a lot.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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