Post by dreamer on Aug 29, 2010 16:16:13 GMT -7
Celeste Niki Young
"We fall asleep in trees dreaming of things that used to be"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Celeste Niki Young
Nickname(s): None.
Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen.
Birthdate: July 24, 1992
Sexuality: Straight.
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Amelia Earhart
Played By: allison scagliotti
Grade: senior.
Boarding: yes.
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5 ft 6 in
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brown, typically has a colored streak in it.
Build: fit.
Scars: Skin covering her left ribs are scared with little lines from falling in a sticker bush when she was little.
Piercings/Tattoos: Ears are both done three times all at the bottom. Belly button and noes are done. No tattoos yet
Personal Style: Modest. She's come back to this world and while she was rebel for her time, she hates this centurys clothing. She hates to show a lot of skin, shorts is as close as she gets, and maybe a strapless top, but never at the same time. Her style is very modest, with jeans and a shirt, and a nice jacket and a shirt. Thats her general style.
Appearance:
If you saw Celeste in a crowd, you would think that nothing about her really stuck out. Nothing about her really pops out at you. She has a colored streak in her hair, but compared to most that's nothing. She dressed like she thinks a normal person should, she wears jeans and a shirt. Most of the time she has a jacket with her. She loved jackets she has nearly a thousand of them, and pockets. Pockets are the greatest invention ever according to her, she loves to have pockets. She doesn't carry a purse with her ever really she just shoves it in her pockets. She has a very relaxed style, hair down, light on the make up, except for her eyes, and modest. While she doesn't like to all the time. Her father is in the military and as such, she does sometimes have to dress up. One those rare occasions, she wears dresses, typically of a darker color, again with a jacket. But she won't be caught dead in high heels for the most part converse are her shoe soulmate.
Her hair and makeup are never done heavily. She always does it lightly, foundation sometimes, but not usually. Than some eye liner and mascara for her eyes. She hates lip stick, and is usually seen with just chap stick or lip gloss. While her hand is nearly down, unless she's doing something with her hands a lot, she puts it up when she needs it out of her face.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: heights, taking risks, dares, running, being active, feeling alive, cats, the sky, taking pictures, learning about what happened after she died, learning about others and who they were, school for the most part, chemistry.
Dislikes: Dresses, being uber girly, wearing a lot of make up, high heels, exposing a lot of skin, being told what to do, english classes, when the history is wrong, sitting around for to long, being stuck in once place, the beach, swimming, any large body of water, fire, drama with girls, boys who aren’t respectful.
Dreams: to get back to flying, for her husband to be reincarnated with her.
Fears: drowning, loosing anyone she loves again, a normal finding out who she is, being burned alive, falling in love.
Habits/Hobbies: bites her nails when she's bored, chips off nail polish when nervous, digs her nails into her palms when she's upset, day dreams often, hums when she thinks she's alone.
Secret(s): who she really is, how she died/what happened to her.
Personality: In her first life her mother used to tell her that there was no one more stubborn than herself. Though she's been changed by her coming back, her stubborness has not changed. When she thinks something is right there is nothing that will change her opinion, and she will not stop what she's doing even if you don't like it. She's set in her ways. She loves to stand her ground when people think that she will run away.
Caring. It seems in both lifes that she has been born with the joy of a little sister. Being the older
There is something that comes from being a sister, and for Celeste, that is the habit of being a caring towards everyone. She has been blessed in both lives to have a younger sister, with whom she loves very much, and would do anything for. She is caring and motherly towards nearly everyone because of this, she always worries about others and wants them to take care of themselves and such. She likes being caring about them, but she's not much of a house wife.
Some would call it being twitchy, but Celeste likes to think of it as being active. She can't sit still for too long ever really. It just makes her feel twitchy, and the like. She likes to be up walking around, if she doesn't have anything to do, she will clean, it's why all of her stuff is spotless.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Amy Young, 54, seamstress.
Father: Andrew Young, 56, Airforce Pilot
Siblings: Milly, 11, younger sister.
Other: none.
Pets: none
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
History: Celeste was born the first child of her parents. Her mother an honest hard working woman, and her father a man who was constantly in and out of her life, while he worked in the United States Airforce. She grew up happy for the most part, but it seemed from the moment she could speak, there was something that she wanted, something she knew was missing, someone to be young with her, and help her out. She wanted a sister, and when she was seven she got her wish. Her younger sister Milly was born, and it was like something had been placed in her to make her smile, but she knew something was wrong still. Something was missing.
For a while Celeste spent years dreaming about flying, though she’d never done it. She’d never been in the sky. She was a loud and adventurous little girl, constantly getting in trouble. Her favorite past time was to climb trees and get as high as she could with Milly. She would do anything it seemed to get into the sky, like she did in her dreams. When she was twelve years old, was when she remembered who she was completely. She remembered everything, after a trip to an airforce musem in Utah. Where she saw an old plane. She touched the plane, and everything came back to her, a life time came back to her, and her death.
After she remembered who she was, she was more determinded than ever to get back to flying. She still wanted to fly all over the world. She dreamed and thought of it all the time, she started to follow her father whenever she could, wanting to fly. She was even in the rotc for the air force but they soon found she was too loud and out spoken for this. In her childhood she moved around a million times thanks to her father, until she came here her freshman year.
She knew who she was, and while she’ll never know how. Someone else knew who she was and she found other leaders of the world, and others who’d come back, and she was happy. Last year she made the choice while her family moved to Washington, she staid here for her senior year, after all she’s on the leaders board there was no way she was going to leave.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Kir
Other Characters: working on it...
Age: 17
Time Zone: Western Us.
Post Sample:It wasn't until Seth was down on his knees in front of her. That Faylinn had an idea to where he'd been for the past month. Or more who he'd been hiding himself with, because now that she thought about it. She hadn't seen Irial here forever either. She closed her eyes, and looked away from him, she bit her lip, she wanted to cry and be held by him, she'd spent the last month afraid something horrible had happened too him, and now without a doubt it seemed she knew where he was, he was with Irial...again wasn't he? She knew she should listen to him though, so she did. He admitted Irial had something to do with, that damned ex king still had his grip on Seth's heart, she sighed, she wondered if she was only setting herself up to get hurt by him. She knew she could walk away from him, walk right into the arms of the Seelie court, and never turn back and look at him, but she knew she was going to live much to long not to waste some time on him.
She listened to him, and a months worth of hurt and worry starting rolling off her shoulders, like some weight she'd been carrying without even knowing about it. She took in a breath, "Seth," she said sucking a breath, his name came out like a swift sob that she tried to hide in a breath, when she looked at him, she could feel him pressing himself to her hands. Then nearly as swiftly as he'd come towards her, he was gone, standing away from her, and she knew in his voice, what he was going to say. "This isn't going to work out is it?" she asked him. Taking her hands and holding them around herself. Seth was the only person she knew in either of the courts, the only one she had any sort of connection, the one who'd gotten her to speak after months of being mute.
He'd shown her everything she knew, and now he was walking away. She shook her head, tears formed in her eyes now, but she was too stubborn to allow them to fall. "Damnit Seth!" she yelled at him. "You can't just do this!" she said shaking her head again her hair moving with her. "You can't just walk in and out of my life when you choose!" she told him. Her arms were around herself now, holding herself together, when she looked at him. He was breaking her apart, she lost control, lost her train of thought and her glamor dropped she didn't have it on tight enough and now there she was. Green skin, long fingers with another joint than normal humans had, black eyes and long hair, the little pixie she was. She looked at him trying to pull back her glamor over and over, she tried to, sparkles around her when she tried, her skin changed color but her eyes stayed black and pupal less. She just looked at him, "It's not fair!" she yelled turning her back, she wanted to run away, run far away, but before she could run, she was on her knees facing away from him.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
