Post by violet on Dec 20, 2011 2:34:33 GMT -5
VIOLET ABIGALE LEON
twenty one, staff, bisexual, airhead, sweet, jessica lowndes
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likes: glitter, bianca, being happy, sunshine, kisses, hugs, talking in french to confuse people, the colour pink, devotcka, lurking youtube, talking a lot, rambling, canada, winter, ice skating, her ipod, mango, mac and cheese with ketchup, video games (she's basically an addict), wow, monty python, baz luhrman movies, big words, playing at parks, playing the keyboard, singing in the shower, being clean, sparkles, bright colours, animal prints, getting what she wants.
dislikes: panic attacks, the colour blue in too large amounts, permanent markers, sitting still, not getting what she wants, the sounds her printer makes, being interrupted, when the bass is too too loud, overdosing, alcoholism, drunks, reading about boring stuff, the aspect of money, hawaii, being rejected, bingeing, not being allowed to eat, wet socks, mandals, people who make fun of her for being short.
strengths: sewing, talking, making others happy, annoying people, taking care of her baby, video games, public speaking, arguing, avoiding overdoses, manipulation.
weaknesses: cooking, reading, paying attention, listening to others,knowing when she's crossed a line, falls for people easily, loves too much, clumsy.
fears: being alone, being overwhelmed, having overdoses, being forced into awkward situations.
secrets: is still convinced that she is a bad mother, is scared of what she could become.
aspirations: to be happy, forever.
personality:
violet leon is a mystery to those who know her, for the most part. she's a girl who's been all over the place, and been all sorts of different people, and so its very difficult to try and understand who she is. but the outer shell of her is very nice. she's sweet, gentle, and giggly, with a cheerful exterior who you just about want to love as much as possible. she tries to keep as positive of a demeanour as possible, but many say that's because she attempts to avoid the flaws of her personality when she meets people. behind all the sweetness is a manipulative girl, who loves getting what she wants. she's possessive, she's clingy, she'll love you forever, but she can be truly frightening when things don't go her way. its really up to you to decide whether you'll love her or not.
parents: Alice Gloria Leon, 54, Pediatrician (mother) - not on speaking terms
Robert Patrick Leon, 52, CEO of something or another (I stopped trying to figure out really) (father) - not on speaking terms.
siblings: June Gloria Leon, 12, student (sister).
Tyler Zachary Leon, 25, in jail (brother).
other family: Bianca Sasha Leon, 3, daughter to Violet.
pets: N/A
birthplace: toronto, canada.
home town: toronto, canada.
history:
so i grew up some sort of glory child, which probably wasn't the best thing for me. i'm a middle kid, but i never really got treated like it? my brother tyler doted on me ever since i was born, so it was nice. me growing up was pretty simple, i was a normal rich kid on lakeshore until about thirteen. then i started getting into drugs, followed a scene. and my parents didn't like that; so off to the magical land of hawaii it was!
and so i spent four years in the most drama filled, hell wreaking place in the world. my drug addiction got worse, and i started to get really sick. i mean, i guess over time they all accumulated, but by the end of it i had depression, anxiety issues, panic attacks, and abandonment issues. i still take pills for those, but anyways! highlights of that trip was senior year for sure. that was the year i started falling in love, and i never really stopped. i got pregnant at seventeen, got abandoned by my family, lost a large amount of my friends to car accidents, drugs, and getting tired of the scene. understandable, totally. when i got pregnant it was no more drugs, and then baby daddy peaced the scene. i started dating someone else, and stopped taking my meds to make sure my pregnancy was okay; and so i started going freaking nutso on everyone i knew. not a pretty sight. i dumped my at the time boyfriend and set myself into a full scale panic attack, which apparently led me into falling over, cracking my head open, and going into a nice coma for a few weeks.
i'm pretty lucky to be alive. i mean, my really close friend at the time, managed to come around when i regained conciousness, and took me straight to well... here. there i got taken care of, got proper care for my baby (i don't like hospitals so i was avoiding them), and things started working out again! three years of being with here and i've been pretty happy since. bianca's probably the greatest thing i've ever had, and i've got a job teaching in fashion, so i'm happy as a little bumblebee in a field of daisies!
hey should've tried harder admin! my name is cait and i've been doing this stuff for ten years. i also play "no other characters". before i go, look at what i can do!
She stood back, staring at herself in the floor length mirror, judging. There was something wrong, there had to be. The dress? No, the dress was fine. It was perfect, and it wasn’t going anywhere. The red made her look paler in a sort of iridescent way; it curved over her and made her look thin where she was supposed to, it traced her shoulders, her arms, just the way a dress should. It was beautiful, and Carmello had got it for her, and that wasn’t the problem. Maybe… the shoes? No, the shoes were fine too. She’d figured all of this out so precisely; so meticulously. Two days of trying to make herself pretty enough, beautiful enough for Car- that was how important this was.
In a way it was a sort of slap to her pride- Ophelia Church was usually not the person to focus on what another thought of her. She was amazing, she was wonderful- perfect and she knew it, and anyone else who thought otherwise could go make friends with a cliff and a very large drop. But… with Car it was always different. Lia couldn’t put a finger on it. Of course there was the impact that he was her maker- constantly judging her, making sure she was perfect; the perfect representation of what he could create. But she’d never been one to try and make a good example for someone else; she was far too narcissistic for something like that. Then there was the fact that it was Carmello… her Carmello. There had always been something that defined the two of them into this strange little circle, tying them together in ways neither of them wanted to accept. They both were vicious creatures; cruel, and hurtful towards others. They didn’t care if the world burned, and they didn’t care if they ended someone’s life over their own greed. They were, without a doubt, a perfect pair.
And when Carmello had left her so many years ago, it had been such a slap to the fact- that he didn’t think she was good enough, or perfect enough for him. She was too cruel, too unkind- she wasn’t the same woman he’d made a century before. That had created resentment- unkind thoughts towards the man who ha saved her life all that time before. She was too much of a bitch? She was too horrible? Lia couldn’t fathom how she’d become that way if not for Carmello’s careful molding. You spend a century with a guy like that, and everything becomes figured out for you. Eating hearts was never something she was ashamed of, and he had an unfair quality to become upset with her for doing it in the first place.
Besides, she’d loved him all that while. He was crueler than she was to leave her alone, when all she’d done was love.
Of course, she’d never said it aloud- that was too weak. In a relationship bound by a battle of dominance, accepting defeat as a minority- succumbing yourself to the sub role… she couldn’t stand to do that. And so she hadn’t… and here they were. Centuries later, picking up the pieces of a mess they’d thrown apart, picking out the perfect pieces to remind one another of why they’d cared so much in the first place.
Ophelia finally figured it out; her necklace. With a swift movement, her hands drew to one of her jewelry boxes, picking out a simple diamond on a chain, wrapping it around her neck in final content. Perfect. And eyeing the time, she was working that to her advantage as well. Grabbing a dress coat off of a hanger, she stepped out of her suite in the Plaza, making her way down the hall towards the elevator- they’d made an agreement to meet at the front doors. Patiently, patiently she tapped her toe, watching the numbers decrease until they hit the letter ‘G’, and she stepped onto marble flooring, looking out towards the busy lobby of the Plaza Hotel.
And there he was, waiting for her, that stupid grin on his face that she could read all too well from years of seeing it. There he was in that custom suit (she was smart, she knew it when she saw it), with that tell tale look on his face. Her feet clicked on the cold floor as she finally reached the doorway, the doorman opening it for her as she gave Car a faint smile, turning towards him as she wrapped a single arm around his waist, allowing her lips to press to his cheek. ”Looking good for five hundred and something, you are.” she teased, looking him up and down again, smiling properly.”It’s good to see you, Car.”
In a way it was a sort of slap to her pride- Ophelia Church was usually not the person to focus on what another thought of her. She was amazing, she was wonderful- perfect and she knew it, and anyone else who thought otherwise could go make friends with a cliff and a very large drop. But… with Car it was always different. Lia couldn’t put a finger on it. Of course there was the impact that he was her maker- constantly judging her, making sure she was perfect; the perfect representation of what he could create. But she’d never been one to try and make a good example for someone else; she was far too narcissistic for something like that. Then there was the fact that it was Carmello… her Carmello. There had always been something that defined the two of them into this strange little circle, tying them together in ways neither of them wanted to accept. They both were vicious creatures; cruel, and hurtful towards others. They didn’t care if the world burned, and they didn’t care if they ended someone’s life over their own greed. They were, without a doubt, a perfect pair.
And when Carmello had left her so many years ago, it had been such a slap to the fact- that he didn’t think she was good enough, or perfect enough for him. She was too cruel, too unkind- she wasn’t the same woman he’d made a century before. That had created resentment- unkind thoughts towards the man who ha saved her life all that time before. She was too much of a bitch? She was too horrible? Lia couldn’t fathom how she’d become that way if not for Carmello’s careful molding. You spend a century with a guy like that, and everything becomes figured out for you. Eating hearts was never something she was ashamed of, and he had an unfair quality to become upset with her for doing it in the first place.
Besides, she’d loved him all that while. He was crueler than she was to leave her alone, when all she’d done was love.
Of course, she’d never said it aloud- that was too weak. In a relationship bound by a battle of dominance, accepting defeat as a minority- succumbing yourself to the sub role… she couldn’t stand to do that. And so she hadn’t… and here they were. Centuries later, picking up the pieces of a mess they’d thrown apart, picking out the perfect pieces to remind one another of why they’d cared so much in the first place.
Ophelia finally figured it out; her necklace. With a swift movement, her hands drew to one of her jewelry boxes, picking out a simple diamond on a chain, wrapping it around her neck in final content. Perfect. And eyeing the time, she was working that to her advantage as well. Grabbing a dress coat off of a hanger, she stepped out of her suite in the Plaza, making her way down the hall towards the elevator- they’d made an agreement to meet at the front doors. Patiently, patiently she tapped her toe, watching the numbers decrease until they hit the letter ‘G’, and she stepped onto marble flooring, looking out towards the busy lobby of the Plaza Hotel.
And there he was, waiting for her, that stupid grin on his face that she could read all too well from years of seeing it. There he was in that custom suit (she was smart, she knew it when she saw it), with that tell tale look on his face. Her feet clicked on the cold floor as she finally reached the doorway, the doorman opening it for her as she gave Car a faint smile, turning towards him as she wrapped a single arm around his waist, allowing her lips to press to his cheek. ”Looking good for five hundred and something, you are.” she teased, looking him up and down again, smiling properly.”It’s good to see you, Car.”