Post by maeve on Jul 7, 2011 11:44:52 GMT -7
MAEVE TARA FLANAGAN
"Oh memories, where'd you go?
You were all I'd ever known!"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Maeve Tara Flanagan
Nickname(s): Mae
Gender: female
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: 19 March 1995
Sexuality: straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Grace O'Malley
Played By: Alison Sudol
Grade: junior
Boarding: yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: red
Build: muscular
Scars: scar across left eyebrow
Piercings/Tattoos: Celtic Cross on right inside ankle
Personal Style: Maeve dresses in very traditional clothing, usually wearing dresses, hats, gloves, and lace. In most cases, green is present in her outfit, mostly due to her undying love of her homeland. In addition, she always wears her vial necklace that contains water from the Irish Sea. Maeve is almost so traditional that it's eccentric. For example, this is something she wears on a regular basis. Her belief is that she needs to connect with the past, and it is one thing that might just help her yet.
Appearance: Maeve's outward appearance, gentle and fair, might be just a bit decieving. Okay, more than a little. A Lot. Her bright shamrock-green eyes and fair complexion the colour of white marble may look like a sweet Irish lassie, but her fiery red hair gives it all away; Maeve is a strong-headed woman. Her lips are the palest of pinks, like a light rose, and her hair is styled in a wild manner. Bangs hang wherever they choose in the front, while her wild layers grace the back, looking slightly overdue in their trimming.
She'd most certainly not tall, but Maeve can hold her own. Again, it seems that her body contradicts her personality. She's only five foot four, but Maeve is also built for work. She has muscle in her short frame, and it's one of her most favourite aspects. Maeve dresses in a traditional style, which sets her apart from most. She is good at makeup, and experiments often with her long lashes and shimmering eyes. She also knows how to accent her curves, and uses her feminine side to lure men in.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: The Sea. Ireland. Green. Tradtitional dress. Pennywhistles. Soft Acoustic Music. Sailing. Daydreaming. Herself. Keys. Mysteries. History. Shamrocks. Books. Writing. Songs. Singing. Peace.
Dislikes: Electronics. Loud Music. Stereotypes. Black. Neon Shoes. Revolving Doors. Mathematics. Braces. Blood. Needles. Mouthwash. Techno.
Dreams: To navigate back to her homeland. To get out of this terrible cycle of death and rebirth.
Fears: Being reborn again. Meeting her family. Being heartbroken.
Habits/Hobbies: Mindless Humming. Holding her vial necklace. Daydreaming. Pacing.
Secret(s): Has met her great-great granddaughter, but won't tell her who she is. Also, she is insanely in love with a man she saw that looks like the man she once married. She's too scared to inquire.
Personality:
Forgiving. Maeve, unlike many girls, tries her very best to be forgiving. She doesn't like to judge others (because she herself dislikes being judged) and she doesn't like to use the word 'hate' because it is very strong. Maeve's morals are very upstanding, and she always tries to give up her grudges. As an Irish lass, she's Catholic by faith and keeps her rosary with her when she is able. It reminds her that every bead should be a given up grudge or dislike, and that is what keeps her strong in her forgiveness.
Headstrong. But Maeve is a strong individual, likes who she is, and keeps her faith in herself strong as well. She has the physical strength to defend herself, and the daring attitude to make sure no one she doesn't want to know her well doesn't. She also has the knowledge as a sailor to keep herself focused on her goals, and it is another thing that keeps her strong in her confidence.
Outgoing. Sometimes, Maeve can also be sprightly and outgoing, and is the life of the party. This is what she is to most of her closest friends, who know that she has several different sides. She likes to be recognized as Maeve by everyone, and so in social situations, Maeve goes all out. She has an adorable laugh and a feminine smile, stored up when she doesn't need them.
Passionate. The most important thing that Maeve is would be passionate. She cares about her lovers and her friends, and endeavors that she chooses to take. She also has great pride in her heritage and believes that when she was Grace O'Malley, the piratess, she must've had some passion for being the greatest. Her passion carries over to her relationships, where she gives her all for love, and also into her causes, for which she would give her life, because she so deeply believes.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Margaret Ní Mháille, 59, Seamstress
Father: Eoghan Dubhdara Ó Máille, 61, Landlord
Siblings: Dónal na Piopa, half-brother, 24
Other: none
Pets: none
Hometown: Connaught, Ireland
History:
Maeve was born in Connaught, Ireland to loving parents who were seafarers and fishers. They loved her and raised her like a traditional Irish girl, without the technological interference of the modern world. She was raised on books, glorious books, and stories. She grew up hearing tales of the great Grace O'Malley, but everytime someone told her of the seafaring princess, Maeve could see the memories clearly, could remember faces vividly. They seemed far away, but they were so close. They were her own.
So she took it upon herself to research Grace O'Malley, and the people and events she read about were all there-- every one still hidden in her memory. She even recalled the splendor of Queen Elizabeth, who wanted to name Grace O'Malley a countess. But Grace had said, "Oh, no, Queen Elizabeth, that' won't do at all. I'm as great a queen as you." This, and the seafaring adventures she remembered (plus her odd attachment to anything pirate- related) could only mean one thing.
It was then that Maeve knew something was different about her. She was more than a normal Irish girl; she was a reincarnate of an old heroine. She wondered if there were more like her, but she didn't have the courage to find out. So she went on with her education in Ireland with the normal children her age, and excelled quickly in Languages, high above her other subjects (math was never something she could do well). She spoke Irish and Scottish Gaelic, English, and Latin. Something about them reminded her of Grace, and she could actually remember many of the words in the languages without being taught, which confounded her teachers.
But no one ever asked, partially because Maeve was so self-kept. Perhaps she was just smarter than most her age, her teachers thought. But eventually, the things that small-town Ireland had to offer weren't enough to satisfy Maeve's curious mind. She had to find out what kind of creature she was, to have these strange memories.
By the age of fourteen, Maeve knew that there had to be more for her. So she kissed her parents goodbye (in her mind), left a short note in Irish, and took her own father's ship across the Atlantic to find a place where she fit in. She navigated herself the whole way, being confident in the seafaring ways that she remembered from whatever past life she had lived. And finally, after two months across the sea and a couple weeks' worth of searching, Maeve found the perfect place.
It began with a boy. He looked so familiar, and yet Maeve knew she'd never met him. At least, not in this current life. But this boy looked just like her former lover, from old Ireland, and his name evaded her... But she knew that he was like her. He had to be. So she followed him one day, nearly stalking, and saw where he went to school, with people who seemed... like her.
So Maeve got curious, and excited, and enrolled in the school, with nothing to lose and potentially a new understanding to gain. It was there that her whole world was opened up, and she knew that she belonged here at Riverdale high. She really was Grace O'Malley made over, and the memories were really her own. Something finally clicked in her mind, and she knew she'd been right in her going away. Hopefully, her parents would forgive her.
Finally, the memories make sense.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Flik
Other Characters: --
Age: 16
Time Zone: GMT 0
Post Sample:
Today was apparently doomed to be one of those days. You know, the days when all you can do is lay out and try to un-pale yourself, in hopes that tomorrow would come quickly. It wasn't that there was anything particularly amazing going on tomorrow, but today seemed like a day to do nothing. In fact, since she'd woken up this morning, Apolline had felt rather useless. Everything she'd so far tried to do had been a miserable failure, and surely there was nothing to screw up at the beach... Well. Except for the guys. That could have been phrased better.
For about a week now, Apolline had been cooped up in her hotel room, trying to take care of everything she was trying to stay away from for the summer. But yesterday, she'd gotten sick of calls from her directors and costars and agents, so she let her phone die, took a nap, and decided that she would be impossible to reach until the next few months had passed. She was an up and coming movie star, and already had the money from her late father. He'd left all of his possessions to her when he had died years ago, and Apolline had flourished off of it. Now she was destined for Hollywood, and the big screen. In fact, she'd already stolen a couple smaller roles in some big hit movies.
But this summer, it was all about staying anonymous. She was in St. Mark's to feel like a local in a small town. Of course, she wasn't a local and she wouldn't really ever be one, but she could dream, right? All she wanted was to feel like a normal girl, which was not something she'd really ever experienced. Even in middle and high school, Apolline had been in and out of studios, shoots, and dressing rooms, and she always wanted to know what normality was like. And here, she could. She wasn't famous, no. Maybe one in every million people would recognize her. She was at what her father would have considered the perfect level of fame. Not well known, but stocked on money-- and St. Mark's seemed like a great place to spend herself out of it all.
And today seemed like the perfect day to go to Siesta Key Beach and try to get a tan. She'd been stuck in the hotel room for a week, and it was time she got out and tried to meet people. After all, she hadn't been social for a while, and she really wanted to meet some of the local boys that were rumoured to live around here. She'd heard great things and was honestly ready to get out there.
No, Apolline wasn't a whore, or a slut. But she did like to be around boys, and she may have gotten herself in a... situation a time or two. But, hey, she believed in living her life to the fullest with no regrets. And she couldn't help that they thought she was adorable. Vain? No. Confident? Definitely. That's all it was, right?
Now, the sun was shining, the waves were crashing, and Apolline didn't have to worry about a thing. Almost no one was at the beach today, as it was Sunday morning, and it was just fine with Apolline. She laid her lime-green towel out on the beautiful white sand and looked around through her sunglasses. With a bit of a smirk, she sat down on her towel and removed her dress. Under, she was sporting a black and white polka dotted bathing suit with a strapless bikini top and bikini bottoms. She pulled her wavy brown hair out of its ponytail and laid down on her back under the warm sun. It felt so good on her skin and she smiled to herself as she heard the soothing waves caressing the sand near her feet.
Something about the setting made Apolline a lot more comfortable. Maybe today would be a good day after all.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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