Post by LENA DEMI ROUSSEAU on Apr 27, 2012 1:46:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px; border: 5px solid #9E7E81; padding: 0 10 0 10px;] lena demi rousseau [/style] [style=width: 394px; background-color: 9E7E81; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; right; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: EFEFD5; text-align:center;]twenty, ashley benson, local personality lena is one word; pathetic. a girl that will bow her head and possibly her whole body to the inkling of a raised voice, she is quite the submissive type. not one to open her mouth and start a conversation, though that doesn't mean that she will not continue one if someone tries to talk to her. a book and a sketchpad are usually resting in her hands at all times, the novel of the week and her drawings which are inspired but every little tiny detail of her life. she has drawn grass before. her heart is wide though, she is full of this potential love for anyone that is patient enough to wait for her to warm up to them. never having been kissed, being too skittish when the moment approached (the only moment that approached in her life), lena has no real sexuality. she doesn't feel pretty, she really doesn't wear anything that she shows that she has a shape. she basically wears blouses, sundresses and flowing skirts. innocent in all the wrong ways, lena does not understand or even comprehend flirting but it does not take a lot to get a bright rose blush to cover her usual pale cheeks. walking with her head down, staring into a book or just admiring the ground, lena spends a lot of time starring at the floor. avoiding people's gazes as not to actually have to make too much of a connection is something she had always done. her mother cannot explain it, her brother is confused by it and her father died before he even got to know about it. her eyes stay planted to the ground when she is talking to someone, her palms get sweaty, her feet might shuffle and a small voice with a hint of a stutter will appear. people often judge her alone on that, twenty years old and still talking with a stutter and maybe that is why she is so closed off from society. lena loves the fine arts that she partakes in though, it's where her real personality shows. she is graceful and beautiful when she dances, and she feels that way as well. when she sketches, draws, charcoals, lena feels talented. she feels that she is good but no one, besides her brother has seen her work. lena needs a protector because she is too meek to protect herself, she will not stand up against people trying to put her down and a raised voice, or a simple tap to the shoulder can sent the girl into a fit of shakes. human contact is not something that lena is accustomed to. physical contact. she does not enjoy being touched and it often freaks her out when someone even grabs her arm to get her attention--like a close friend (though a close friend should know she doesn't like to be touched..). even though she can take her brother's hugs, and kisses to the forehead and her mother's as well, something about somebody else touching her that sets her off into a freak frenzy and she gets so scared. lena has never physically been hurt her life regardless of her emotion scars so there is not much of a reason or an excuse to her innocent, skittish, shy, submissive ways. maybe she was sheltered to much. appearance never seen in anything tight, lena wears blouses with pretty flowers on them and skirts that flow down to create a very straight path, her curves not really being visible but they are there. underneath all those layers of a cardigan sweater and a blouse with a skirt and some kind of flats lie a body of a woman. no one would believe you though because no one has ever seen it. her hair is usually set into waves, not naturally, she curls it in the early mornings when she wakes up and it just crashes to about her midback all day. lena had always contemplated cutting her hair, but she does not have the courage to do so. she has a scar on her upper thigh, a burn mark from when she was making ramen noodles and accidentally tipped the entire pot of hot water on her skirt, most of her skin was saved but she does have that small burn. going further up her body, lena has long, lean legs from her years of dancing ballet and classical but she has never auditioned for anything big because again, she doesn't have the guts too. her torso is not the smallest in the world, she is not the skinniest girl in town but she is fit and that is what matters to her. her face is slightly heart-shaped with a sharp, distinguishing chin. her smile is not without flaws as she has a snaggle tooth on the right side but if she does not smile too big, it's not that noticeable. her eyes are quite possible her most distinguishing feature, they are ice blue, and if you ever catch a glimpse of them, savor the moment because they are looking downward most of the time. a lot oft he time, lena has her arms covered, her chest covered up because along her skin are little scars, slices that came to her skin from a past relationship. she feels marked, scarred, and even more insecure about being in her own skin. history born into an already complete family, lena was never given anything short of a life of love. her brother was her best friend growing up, despite the three year gap, and he was also her protector. he kept the boys away and her mother helped to keep her daughter focused on her studies even at the age of about 10. lena did not really have much of a story to tell until that age. she was born on may 23rd, two days before her mother's birthday and she says it was one of the best gifts in the world. her father was naturally pleased to have a daughter and a son, helping to keep the species going and all, her mother was, and still is to this day, a journalist while her father was an evolutionary scientist. he would read those big text book to his daughter as she laid in the crib, staring up at him with vacant, slightly confused blue eyes but he just told her that she would understand one day. lena really still doesn't understand much about evolution, it never really was instilled into her mind and as it turned out later in life, science was her worst subject with a grade of a b- for most of the year. studious, intelligent, loved, sheltered, that was basically lena's life up until about the age of ten when her father was caught in a riot at the museum in the town that they lived in. see, they were from the south. not the deep south where guns went off every twenty seconds during hunting season and religion was life but south enough that religion was important. preaching evolution in a town in kentucky was not the way to go but her father was avid about enlightening people. it was his death that caused lena to go silent for nearly four years. she did not a say word to anyone and if anyone talked to her, a notepad was her source of voice. his funeral was a quick one and not many people showed up to it. it is something her mother still has not gotten over and something that she is not sure her brother will ever forget since he was thirteen at the time. lena was only ten but she knew what death was, she knew what it meant and what it mostly entailed and she knew that she was never going to see her father again. after that, the family moved away and went to upstate new york. they needed a new start and even with lena not talking, they still needed to get out of the murdering town. a killer was never caught, no one knew who did it, just that a shot rang out during the speech and he hit the ground. police searched for two weeks and came up with nothing, eventually just writing it off and moving onto the next case. going to school for the first time since one, she took her vow of silence or rather it seemed that the voice was just knocked out of her. she would open her mouth to speak but nothing would come out most of the time. and two, since her father's death, lena took to staring at the floors and keeping to herself. her brother rose up to popularity while fell down to more of a loner status in the middle school. in grade nine was when she gained her voice back and when she did, it was because of a nightmare and she woke up screaming. the scream scared her and she squeaked, which scared her again and when she whispered to herself-- the stutter was present. after going to doctors, speech therapists and even a psychologist, they all concluded that it would pass over time. now, in grade nine, lena showed her more academic side to life, she began to really work hard at her studies, she proved to be a brilliant girl that was just a little socially inept. this is where she discovered her talent for the fine arts. she was thrown into that clique quite easily but still did not really make friends with two many people. partnered in a dance class once, she nearly broke down with the guy touched her waist, falling into a fit of shakes. she was still not used to human touch and dance was becoming too hard for her. she could not do it by herself, there had to be a male lead or more than one person and more than two people made lena nervous, her stutter was worse when she got nervous. her shaking was the worst part. her mother was concerned and took her yet another brilliant doctor who just told her that it was anxiety and she would get over it in time but lena is not so sure about that anymore. her brother continued to rise to popularity, becoming football captain, dating the cheerleader, being all around cool but he always made time for his sister. lena appreciated that, he was a nice shoulder to lean on when times got tough. their mother was always there but she was more behind the scenes, she was the kind of woman that was always washing their clothes, cooking their dinner and make the attempt to clean their rooms (lena's was the worst out of the two), she was the backbone to them and they could not be more grateful for her. lena went on through high school almost like a ghost. it was in her junior year, only a couple years since today, did she find herself submitting to the norms of society and getting into a small relationship that turned into nothing short of a nightmare. the man was named luke. he was dazzling and every girl fell to their knees to him just so that he would say hi. he was popular, rich and everything that lena was not and why he choose to set his sights on her was beyond her. things started slow, nothing of holding hands, but their words got sweet and eventually so did their actions. impatient, he tried to push lena for more, never pushing her too far but inching her bit by bit as the days passed. he told her how much he cared about her, how beautiful she was and how sweet that she tasted. things that lena had never heard of but was beginning to warm up to the idea, he admitted to loving her and that nearly sealed the deal. but his anger got in the way. he became physical with the already broken girl, who hardly uttered a word besides "um" and "sorry". he took knives to her skin, listening to her scream and plead for him to stop--that was when she was able to get any words out. he nearly succeeded in taking her virginity but her brother caught wind of what was happening as his sister began to wear longer shirts on hot days, and she was more skittish than ever. luke was arrested for assault, attempted rape and many other charges but his actions scarred the young girl for life. a year and a half, she was out of her first and what she thought was to be her last relationship--unsure of what love was at this point. his idea of life warped her own, thinking that one needs to be submissive, and bowing down to the other to show their affection for one another. at the age of twenty, she has finally gotten the guts to leave the small town that she grew to love and fear and traveled south, now ending up in the large town of myrtle beach. she is currently studying dance, having a passion for it at a young age and she is in her junior year, just itching to finish even if her passion will take her no where in life. Hello, my name is (HALEYZARD) and I am (21) years old. I have been RPing for (12) years and this is my (first) character. If you need to contact me, feel free to do so via (PM FOR MSN) and my account name is (lena). [/style] |
