Post by julianafairaday on May 17, 2011 16:57:30 GMT -7
JULIANA MORGAN FAIRADAY
" It's written in the stars that shine above
A world where you and I belong
Where faith and love will keep us strong
Exactly who we are is just enough "
*note: this app is to be done in third person
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Juliana Morgan Fairaday
Nickname(s): Julie, Jules, Jewel, Julia.
Gender: female
Age: eighteen
Birthdate: January 14, 1993
Sexuality:
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Maria Nikolaevna Romanov
Played By: Britt Robertson
Grade: senior
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5’2 ½”
Weight: 121 lbs
Eye Color: blue/grey
Hair Color: Blonde
Build: average
Scars: N/A
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A. Juliana used to have a lip ring a year and a half year ago but she removed it and let the piercing heal up.
Personal Style: at least one paragraph
Appearance: at least two good paragraphs
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: at least ten - no list code for any of the below!
Dislikes: at least ten
Dreams: at least one
Fears: at least three
Habits/Hobbies: at least four
Secret(s): not needed, but at least one would be nice. **if a reincarnate, DO NOT put the fact they're reincarnated as a secret (that goes without question) unless they try to hide who they were when among reincarnates.
Personality: at least three good paragraphs
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: name, age, occupation
Father: name, age, occupation
Siblings: names & ages, if any
Other: any other important relatives/guardians, if any
Pets: Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, named Jimmy, 6 months old, at home (being cared for by Mother)
Hometown: city, country
History: at least three good paragraphs.
YOU MUST STATE (if a reincarnate) WHETHER OR NOT THEY ARE A RSOR MEMBER. If they're not, and above the grade of freshman, state why. Just for clarification's sake. =P
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Mels
Other Characters: none yet
Age: between my 20’s and my 30’s.
Time Zone: PST
Post Sample:
It was the deadest and quietest hour of the night -the hour that in England would be called 'the witching hour'-and Edmund should have been sound asleep in his own once-familiar bedchamber, tucked firmly into his bed, but he was not. He was, instead, making his way to the chambers of his brother, liege lord and High King, because he could not sleep alone, could not ever sleep soundly without hearing the sounds that told him his brother and High King was safely asleep. And vice versa for Peter’s sleep if Edmund was not in the room. Even when they had gone to battle, Edmund and Peter shared a tent at night, each sleeping the sounder for the knowledge that their brother was safe and only a few feet away from the other’s bed. It had once gotten to the point where Edmund had simply ordered, with a shrug and his signature smirking grin, that his bedframe, mattress, bedclothes, wardrobe and desk all be moved into Peter’s bedchamber. Sleeping in Peter’s bed had become uncomfortable and quite hard, especially since every time their sisters had a nightmare they would also come to Peter’s bedchamber and climb into the bed, thus forcing Edmund out of his warm, safe, cozy spot next to Peter, hence Edmund’s order to move his belongings into his brother’s bedchamber.
It had been quite tortuous at their boarding school back in England to have to sleep in the dormitory for younger boys instead with Peter, and most nights, Edmund would just lie awake until the exhaustion of the past day kicked in and forced his eyes closed and his mind to quiet. His sleep while at boarding school was never quite as easy as it was in Narnia, for a number of reasons. When at home in Finchely, and sleeping in the same room as Peter (and on occasion, Susan and Lucy), his sleep was almost as untroubled as it had been in Narnia.
He finally had arrived at Peter’s chambers, and with the guards’ recognition of him though not of his reason for coming to his brother’s chambers at the hour he was coming, thanks to the light of the torches that burned bright in the wall sconces and the torch the Just King held in his right hand, and quickly relinquished to the guard nearest him,was allowed entrance, without any of the formalities required during daylight hours. He quickly and quietly made his way through his brother-king’s presence chamber and privy chamber to the bed chamber doors. He threw them open and quietly pulled them shut behind him. Then he stood dressed only in the matching simple green nightshirt and ‘pajama’ pants by the side of his brother’s bed for one moment before sitting down one the side of it, hoping that the slight shift of the mattress would be enough to wake his brother. “Pete, are you awake? It’s just me, just Edmund. I can’t sleep. May I stay here? Sleep with you as was our custom during our reign? I really can’t sleep. Every time I’ve closed my eyes tonight I’ve seen Her, seen the Witch-Queen . And I know only two remedies for that. Sleeping with you or praying to the Lion. And right now, a simple but heartfelt prayer will not do me much good alone in my bedchamber, bereft of my brother's calm sleeping breaths and occasional snores. I need my brother's warmth, need his strength, need him by my side tonight, need his calm reassurance that the Witch-Queen is dead for real, for good this time.”
Narnia had become as their motherland to all the Pevensies, this was very much true, but Peter had become like a father figure for them, which was also very true and could hardly be denied. The Just King, and Gentle and Valiant Queens often did something or didn't do something just because "Peter said so."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.