Post by PANDORA DANIELLE ALISTAIR on Dec 26, 2012 2:51:37 GMT -5
| [atrb= border, 0, true] pandora danielle alistair. zena. | list of personality traits;; Artistic; obedient; humble; curious; tender; selfless; optimistic; timid; indecisive; excitable; good listener; quiet; innocent; prone to be persuaded; irritable; self-loathing; eloquent; clumsy; complicated; melodramatic. list of interests in hobbies;; Poetry and literature; art of any kind; rock and indie music; observing anybody brave enough to outwardly portray whatever talents they may possess; the feeling of fabric against your skin; fashion shows; admiring grace and posture from afar; lending a helping hand whenever she finds it necessary; visiting the ocean's side after dusk; assisting her cousins with their demanding careers; shopping to lower her stress levels when they are dangerously high; increasing her knowledge for artistic purposes and cosmetic purposes; asking to be told stories by the people she trusts the most (she prefers the ghost variety); traveling to wherever she can whenever she has the opportunity to do so; visiting her mother's grave. list of her weaknesses;; Socialization; being prone to manipulation; her selflessness; how self-loathing she is; being worrisome. list of her strengths;; Being cautious; intelligence; her empathy and kindness; her desire for adventure; the ability to learn fairly quickly. list of her greatest fears;; Tornadoes; dying at a young age; wild animals; poisonous venom; heights; being forgotten by her close ones (which does include a former rebel friend of hers, Caleb). the historical facts;; It is hard to see what part of the world Pandora is honestly native to, because she was raised within a bilingual household for most of her life. She was born in France and raised among that culture for five years of her life, however when her father was given the opportunity to increase their already glorious funds, relocating to Australia became an absolute necessity for her family. It was here that she adopted the accent she does now, an Australian one, and she likes this attribute about herself quite a lot. Her ability to speak French is not as fluent as most children taught in such a culture. She does try to study up on this language though, so communicating with the French during visits will feel more natural for her. Pandora was a name granted by her mother, to whom actually originated from the country years back. She was the parent who never allowed imperfection to dwell in their house and as her father’s flawless little trophy wife, she had far too many things to worry about on a daily basis. Pandora grew up in the shadow of her parents, too frightened to step out of line but too intolerable to lay down and just die. Finding her backbone was highly difficult for the girl. The move to Florida was drastic to Pandora, but things started getting a little easier to cope with after she met a certain boy by the name of Caleb. He was fascinating, reckless and something she wasn't familiar with at all, so obviously you can guess what happened in the next chapter of her life. She began to adopt his erratic personality and although she was skeptical about his foolhardy nature, she willed herself to give anything he insisted on giving a try a shot. Her parents didn't like that whatsoever. She didn't understand the risk she was taking, being at that party with the rebellious kid at her side. She wasn't immune to the effects of narcotics or alcohol, but she wanted to see him happy; she wanted to show him that she could loosen up, if given the opportunity to do so. It was very unfortunate that the police were called due to noise and fright the home's neighbors had for likely violent tendencies, because had they not been arrested that evening, she wouldn't have been dragged far away from the one friend she grew to care a lot for. Her mother also passed away shortly after this point in her history, due to an unexpected suicide...which she's convinced she influenced in the first place. Getting along with her guilt stricken father wasn't possible after her mother's death. Things were more tense between the two and it seemed like everything she tried to do with her life was wrong or idiotic to even consider. This is why she's here now living with her aunt and cousin, so she can have a small break from the depression-filled atmosphere her now single parent carried around with him wherever he walked. She's also here to track down Caleb but, she's much too shy to admit that aloud. A week had passed, but Raven's current dilemma refused to disappear. She couldn't count how many times she'd asked Sidney to retrieve her best camera from Max's place, but when it really came down to depending on her twin, he failed to accomplish such a simple task once again. Her delicate fingers drummed agitatedly against her vehicle's steering wheel, but she soon made the correct left-hand turn leading to the location of Max's home. Sometimes, Raven felt like if it weren't for her, nothing would ever be done the way it needed to be. She also often felt like Sid wasn't really her twin brother; but instead, he was like a son locked inside a twenty year old's body. Which is kinda funny, 'cause Raven was fairly certain that she didn't sign up to be a parent just yet. Now, looking past how frustrating it was to keep Sid in line, Raven never really minded being the more responsible twin. Yes, responsibility tended to come along with stress at times, but there was very little Miss Dreer couldn't handle. Having a sturdy head on her shoulders was more or less required for all the managing her multiple career choices needed. There wasn't many out there who understood just how difficult filling Raven's shoes could truly be; but she was perfectly alright with that fact. She didn't need anybody to relate to her–all Rave desired was the camera she was about to pester Max for. He was a peculiar man – Raven personally believed, but Max had always been one of the few people capable of keeping her attention for longer than a couple of short weeks. She knew being Sid's best mate wasn't necessarily a walk in the park, so Rave did respect him much more than he probably deserved. She half wondered why they weren't any closer than they already were, but she supposed that it had something to do with a guy thing. Or, maybe she was just a bit too overbearing at times. All she knew was that he fascinated her, and she wanted to learn much more. Would she get the chance to, though? Probably not. And maybe, that would be best for Sid and Max's bromance relationship. As she turned off her car's engine, Raven slid a cigarette in between her lips & lighted the white stick before exiting the front seat. She took a quick drag and blew the cigarette smoke up into the air above her while she walked. Leisurely making her way up to Max's separate entrance to the basement, she raised her left hand and knocked five times – rhythmically in fact, before reaching down to just open the door herself. The action was likely on the ruder side, but she guessed that Max wouldn't mind her intruding on his space so suddenly all that much. Besides, what could he be doing? After sliding into the basement and closing the door behind her, she mentally prayed that he wasn't entertaining a woman or something during this unexpected drop in. Oh well. If he was, it looked like she was about to make things super awkward. "Hey Max? Hope you don't mind, but I just let myself in..." she called out, looking around curiously. | femme. eighteen. uni student. |
gentle.
artistic.
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