Post by sararobynmacek on Sept 18, 2010 19:59:03 GMT -7
SARA ROBYN MACEK
"Does it help to play as you're wasting away
Like a silver screen cliche?
Cause after all we're actors on a stage."
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Sara Robyn Macek
Nickname(s): Robyn
Gender: female
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: september 15, 1994
Sexuality: very hetrosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: mary robinson
Played By: amanda seyfried
Grade: sophomore
Boarding: no
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115
Eye Color: blue-green
Hair Color: blond
Build: skinny and feminine
Scars: no
Piercings/Tattoos: ears
Personal Style: It's simple, really. Robyn likes whatever makes her look downright adorable and innocent to hide the fact that she's really a manipulative bitch. Robyn has a closet FULL of clothes of all sorts. She has fitting skinny jeans that show off her legs and rear and she has a wide assortment of dresses in every color of the rainbow. She favors wearing red since red was always considered a promiscuous color...she finds it flirty. And, of COURSE she wears all sorts of jewelry, ranging from rings, to necklaces to earrings coming in silver, gold, white gold, diamonds...you name it.
She doesn't normally wear a lot of eye makeup. She figures it'll distract people from looking into her big, innocent baby blue eyes. It also helps her keep up the 'virgin' look. Her lips are always a sexy shade of pink or red. She figures they ALWAYS have to look kissable. Robyn's nails are always painted as well...mostly because she gets a manicure every Saturday...
Appearance: Robyn is pretty and she knows it. She knows exactly how to pout her pink lips and how to hold her big doe eyes to look completely adorable. She has a perfect white smile that makes her features light up when it's a real smile rather than a flirty smirk or innocent grin. Her body is small and her curves are delicate. She carries herself like the Queen of England, however, by walking straight and tall so she won't look so frail and delicate.
Robyn has long, shiny golden hair that falls just below her breasts. Her hair is probably her favorite thing about herself (and trust me, she adores many things about her appearance). She adores having people curl it and play with it for her — she never does her own hair. She hardly wears her hair in a pony tail or a bun as she firmly believes her golden locks are far too pretty to be tied back. She lets her hair down and lets her natural curls frame her small face. From time to time, he will have her hair straightened or use a curling iron to enhance her golden girls.
Robyn has very fair skin to match her fair hair. She tries really hard, but she seems incapable of tanning. If anything, she burns. When her burn fades, it doesn't even become an awesome tan. It's just a burn, much to her annoyance. So, to play it safe, she just keeps out of the sun or wears heavy sunscreen.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: getting her way, going shopping, having things bought for her, acting, writing, performing, pink, tea, warm beds, blankets, pop music, being girly, flirting, dancing, getting her hair done, getting her nails done, getting a massage, being carried, men, getting attention, texting, her pink phone, making bitchy comments, princess-themed stuff, tarleton, spending money
Dislikes: BANASTRE TARLETON, being broke/poor, having to work hard, getting ignored, not getting her way, going in public without makeup, sweat, bad hair days, her glasses, broken nails, fat people, saving money, being sick, having a weak immune system
Dreams: to become a famous and successful actress and marry rich.
Fears: living in poverty, becoming partially paralyzed, never getting rich and famous and just becoming another unremarkable name lost in the pages of a dog-eared history book
Habits/Hobbies: pouting when things don't go her way, crying to get her way, holding grudges, writing, acting, spending money
Secret(s): is still madly in love with tarleton. and she always will be.
Personality: Sara Robyn Macek is a kind, giggly girl with an unfortunately weak immune system due to her premature birth as a child. She is kind to everyone she meets and is one of the most gentle souls around. She is rarely seen without a smile and her smile is contageous. She's a hopeless romantic and hopes that one day, her Prince Charming will come along and sweep her off her feet and marry her, despite how weak and precious she is.
...Okay, let's cut the crap.
Robyn wants everyone to think that's who she is, but deep down runs the bitterness of a lonely woman who dreamed she deserved a life much better than the one she lived. Behind her smiling and innocent exterior, her bitter soul is seeking retribution. From who, she doesn't know. Having a little to no immune system doesn't help ease her bittered mind and heart. She wants her way. And she will manipulate her way to the top. She knows how and she's not too proud to stoop to that level.
However, Robyn is never one to do her dirty work herself. She tries to manipulate people to do everything for her. She hates having to do things herself and will only do her own work as a last resort. Maybe it's laziness...or maybe she's just stubborn and refuses to work like a common person. That's probably due to the hard work she did in her past life. She's obviously too good for it now.
Speaking of too good, Robyn is arrogant (she is always right. period. even though she's not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she is ALWAYS right. tell her otherwise and you've made yourself an enemy) with a severe superiority complex. Anyone who isn't as rich as her isn't worth her time. Sure, she'll go down to homeless shelters or donate money, but it's only for her image. She only makes friends with people as arrogant as she and have something worth bragging about. Robyn will easily make a bitchy, back stabbing comment towards someone she dislikes or hasn't even met before because they haven't impressed her...and she is a hard girl to impress.
But beneath her second layer (the thick, bitchy one) lies a soft third layer. Robyn is insecure and scared of just becoming an exact copy of her past life. She's afraid she'll never get famous for her writing or acting. She'd afraid she'll fall sick again and she'll die, poor and alone. She's afraid someone cuter or prettier than her will come along and rip all her dreams from her like last time. She loves to come off as a confident young woman, but on the inside, she's a scared little girl who just wants to be loved by someone.
As for love...that hopeless romantic part was not inaccurate. Robyn is hopelessly in love with a man who left her and married another woman years ago. He broke her heart and she loves to deny her love for him, but in her heart, she knows. She knows that her soft side is for him and him only. Only he can see the real Sara Robyn Macek...the real Mary Robinson. That is...if he wants to see her.
But until he comes and fills the hole in her heart (assuming he does), Robyn remains a flirt - something she carried with her from her past life. If he has a penis, two legs and some cash, she'll flirt with him. It doesn't matter if he's attractive or not. It doesn't matter if she actually likes him or not. Anything to fill the hole in her heart and get attention will do. That's really what everything Robyn does boils down to : attention. She wants it. She needs it. She will get it.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Georgette, 52, professional spender of daddy's money
Father: Peter, 56, successful business man...owns a lot of stuff. Sara never paid much attention to what he did. Money was coming in so...who cares?
Siblings: Katherine - 29, Daniel - 27 and Andrea - 24
Other: the pool boy, Nathaniel.
Pets: nala the cat
Hometown: riverdale, north carolina
History:
Georgette Macek was growing bored of her life with Peter. They had been married simply because they were both rich and putting together their estates would make them one of the wealthiest people in the country. Georgette was 21 when she married. She was 23 when she gave birth to her first child, Katherine. Now, she was 35. Her oldest was a teenager, her son was 11 and her daughter was 8 and was often looked after by the nanny. Georgette was getting tired of only being good for spending all of Peter's money. She wanted a LIFE. For once, she wanted to choose how things were run in her life.
And choose she did.
Georgette and Peter had a young pool boy. He was 24 with chestnut colored hair and gorgeous blue-green eyes. He was strong. He was handsome. His name was Nathaniel. Georgette was attracted to him, just as he was attracted to the beautiful Georgette. One summer when Peter was away on business, Georgette was tanning by the pool when Nathaniel was working. She took in the sight of his muscles as he worked and he subtly took in the sight of the Mrs. in a sexy bikini. They wanted each other. They'd wanted each other for some time now. Finally on that summer day, they gave in to their desires.
And Georgette's affair began...
...and ended in pregnancy.
At 36, Georgette went into premature labor and on September 15, 1994, Sara Robyn Macek was born. Georgette was able to lie easily to Peter and say that Robyn was his daughter since Robyn took after her mother when it came to looks...except for her eyes. She had the pool boy's eyes. However, Peter remained oblivious. He spent little time at the pool...he didn't even know Nathaniel's name.
Robyn had everyone's attention from an early age. Since she was a premature baby, someone always had to watch and hold her. Everyone would want to hold her and say how precious she is and how cute she is or look into her pretty blue eyes or play with her golden hair (especially Nathaniel). Everyone from her own family to the servants would want to dote upon little Robyn. Upon finding out she had a weak immune system from being premature, everyone just gave her more attention.
And it didn't take long for her to realize that if she cried the right way or pouted at the right time, she world could be hers. Robyn only got more and more spoiled as the years progressed. Her focus was on herself and herself only.
When Robyn was 6, she performed in the school Christmas play with her fellow kindergarteners. That was her first performance and since then, she knew acting was her calling. Acting gave her all the attention she craved. Everyone's eyes were on her. Everyone was telling her how pretty she was and how good she was. She was the center of attention. And she was good at it. Acting and performing was perfect for her.
And it was all she could do, really, with her poor health.
But even with all this attention, Robyn felt an emptiness inside of her. She felt like someone was missing...like someone had abandoned her. She couldn't figure it out. No one had ever abandoned her. Everyone waited on her hand and foot. Yet, that emptiness and pain was there. So, she wrote poems to try and settle the restlessness inside of her. It helped soothe the pain a bit, and it was a hobby she could do while she was laying down...
But it didn't erase the feeling.
She was seven years old when the first fragment of a memory came back to her. She was on her tire swing by the pool (that Nathaniel had made for her) when she decided to try and jump off of it like she'd seen other kids do. Robyn leapt off the tire, her arms spread...for a moment she felt like a real robin. Unfortunately this Robyn didn't know how to land. She ended up scraping her knee. Nathaniel was at her side right as her tears came. Without a moment's hesitation, Nathaniel scooped little Robyn up in his arms and carried her inside. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and sniffled, burying her face in his chest. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a bit of Deja Vu. She remained silent as Nathaniel put a band aid on her knee and kissed her owie. After he was done taking care of her, she asked, "Have you done that before?"
Confused, Nathaniel shook his head. Robyn frowned, "Yes you have. When did you carry me before? ...Was it when I was paralyzed?"
Nathaniel raised his eyebrows at her and began to check her head to see if she'd hurt herself. "Robyn," He said as he inspected her noggin, "You've never been paralyzed before."
"But-..." Robyn pouted as the pool boy checked her scalp for any blood or brain matter. If she had never been paralyzed, then why did she remember countless days spent in bed, miserable?
Memories began to creep back to her as the years went on. She found herself using words that were even too big for Mommy and speaking differently than everyone. She shrugged that off as speaking poetically like most thespians do...but she was speaking like a British woman from the late 1700s. As Robyn learned about the Revolutionary War in school, she got in trouble often for challenging the teacher. She fought in the defense of King George, saying he was only taxing the Americans because they'd just fought the French and Indian war and England had assisted greatly. The Americans were just being ungrateful and stupid.
When she was 13, her class delved a bit deeper into the Revolutionary War then ever before. Her teacher wrote a name on the board. Robyn's heart skipped a beat when she saw it:
Banastre Tarleton
She knew she'd never learned of him before, but Robyn recognized his name. Her book wasn't open to the picture of his painting, but she saw his face in her mind. She could recall poems she'd never written before...at least not in this life. She had a flashback to him laying beside her in bed, stroking her cheek lovingly and whispering her name... "Mary."
The teacher then asked if anyone knew anything about Banastre.
"He was a general...later knighted. He was born August 21, 1754, the fourth of seven children. His favorite color was red. People call him the 'Bloody Ban', or the 'Butcher' due to the way he fought. He served again in the war of 1812. He looked handsome in his green uniform. And he was excellent in bed."
Robyn turned a bright shade of pink when she realized she had said all of that. Her words kept replaying in her head.
That night, they had yet to stop. So she went on her laptop and googled Tarleton. She quickly read his Wikipedia, but froze upon finding a name. Mary Robinson. She read:
"For 15 years, he had a relationship with the actress Mary Robinson (Perdita), whom he initially seduced on a bet. Tarleton and Robinson had no children, although in 1783 Robinson had a miscarriage. He married Susan Bertie, the illegitimate daughter of the 4th Duke of Ancaster in 1798. They had no children."
"A bet!?" She snarled, glaring at the picture of Tarleton (she was glad he didn't have any children. she was supposed to be the one to bear him children...and if she couldn't, no one could). "A BET!? Our whole relationship was founded on a bet!?" She paused. Our. ...Our?
Robyn clicked the link to Mary Robinson's wikipedia page. She started by quickly scanning the paragraphs, but she slowed down and actually began to read when the words before her began to spark memories. Memory after memory after memory. Soon, those sparks were a wildfire. Tears of rage stung her eyes as she read about her liar of a husband, miscarriage and how that bastard Tarleton had abandoned her. So that was the empty pain in her heart...
She read on about her death. She closed her laptop, letting her tears fall down her pale cheeks. Robyn Macek closed her eyes, gritting her teeth. When she opened her eyes, she was Mary Robinson.
She carried the bitterness the gained that night with her to high school. Once in high school, a fellow student stole her poetry and heard her speaking like her old self. The student presented her poems to the RSOR and they took her into their little 'club' (as Mary flippantly refers to it).
Other than living knowing she's a different person, Robyn's life has been pretty mundane. She gets spoiled. She falls ill. She pretends to be innocent to get attention. She writes. She performs.
And she denies that she feels anything but contempt for Tarleton.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: the cheese fairy
Other Characters: talia, jennah and hayden
Age: 16
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:
She didn't honestly believe she was fooling him. Jennah knew that on the battle field, she was better than he but when it came to education, he surpassed her. That wasn't to say Jennah was an idiot. She was far from. She was an intelligent young lady, herself, but Iskander was wiser than she in most situations. He was good at reading people and she knew very well that she was an open book to Saladin right now. Well, an open book with a few pages torn out. Clearly, he had yet to figure out the origin of her depression. And it was tearing her up so much, she was tempted to just blurt out what was bothering her so.
She tried her best to play the role she had been raised to play when she was still Wang Cong'er: be silent. Humor your man. Ignore your own feelings. She gritted her teeth and obeyed her teachings, keeping her heartbreak to herself. She felt him brush the leaf off her shoulder as she sniffled back her tears and swallowed her pain. Being the perfect woman was harder than it seemed.
"You're not being yourself." He said behind her. She barely looked over her shoulder at him as she replied, "I'm not? I'm sorry...I'll try to...be more like me...the kites are beautiful, Iskander...it's a great day out..." Maybe she should crack a joke and make him forget her pain? Jennah looked over her shoulder at him and forced herself to give him a cute, but confused look as she said, "Tell me, what is 'coke'? And who is 'Dr. Pepper'?"
Her naive-ness towards carbonated products always seemed to amuse him greatly. At least it usually did...
"Jennah..."
...But today, she found his hand on her shoulder. She found herself gazing into his dark eyes as he tried to search her soul for the answers she was keeping locked inside. She shrunk back a bit, a tad intimidated by his presence.
"Something's wrong, I know it is. You can tell me, if you want to. It's fine, you know."
Her mouth hung open to say something, but all she did was whimper. Tears filled her dark eyes. She knew this would kill him. She didn't want to tell him for that reason...but he'd asked her to reveal her secrets. How could she deny him that now? Jennah looked down at her feet, biting her lip as a silent, clear tear slipped down her smooth cheek. She didn't mean to let the tear slip and show her weak side, but she couldn't help it. And she knew more tears were coming. However, she didn't mind so much that she was crying in front of Iskander. He'd seen all her other moods, after all.
"I don't want to talk about kites when something's eating you alive."
Her lips trembled and her dark, teary eyes looked into his. She was beginning to break. Her whole body began to tremble with suppressed tears as she sniffled and whimpered, "Iskander...oh, Iskander..." She choked back a sob, hanging her head once more. This wasn't going to be easy for her to say. She didn't want to say any of it. She didn't want this to happen to her. She didn't want this to happen to them.
"Please."
She looked away from him and gazed at the kites. They were so colorful and beautiful in the gray sky. She wondered where her colorful kite - her beacon of hope - sailed among her own gray skies. Because right now, it looked like it was going to rain. And when it rains, it pours.
Finally, she found her words. As more crystal tears slipped down her cheeks she took a deep breath. Her heart was already broken. Now it was his turn. Now he would understand why she had little to no interest in kites or anything else he may have had in mind. The wind ran his cold fingers through Jennah's drying hair, whipping it into her face. Closing her dark eyes, she finally confessed, speaking in hushed tones, "I have to leave, Saladin."
She paused for a moment before looking him right in the eye. There wasn't a trace of joy on her beautiful features as she said, "I found my parents. They live in Manhattan. They want me in the family now. I need to go be with them."
But her heart told her to stay in Iskander's arms forever. Her heart told her this all was wrong and she was meant to be with Iskander. Jennah believed it too, to an extent. Her parents — both of them — said leaving was right. Her parents were always right...
She loved him. She knew she did. But did he return the feelings? And...she was young. What did she honestly know about true love of the 21st century? Honestly. There....there would be others...
Who was she kidding? There's be no other Iskander Azizi in this world. Once she left this one, he'd be gone and that's the end of it. Why did her parents want her now!? They gave her up in the first place! But now they want her! Now they wanted to rip her from the comfortable life she lived. And all she could really do was obey.
Clear tears flowed from her eyes. Her cheeks wettened with her sadness. Her pretty lips were pressed into a frown as she mourned. And finally, Jennah didn't want to be a warrior anymore. She just couldn't. She couldn't bottle up the hurt. So, she did something she had always been ashamed to do. She began to cry. Her covered her face with her hands and her long black hair curtained her face as her shoulders heaved with powerful sobs.
"I don't want to go," She said from behind her hands and in between sobs, "I don't want to leave you."
She hated to sound so pathetic. She didn't mean to be like Bella Swan from Twilight. She didn't want to whine or come off as dependent.
She'd just fallen in love. And now she was familiar with heart break.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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