Post by CALLIANNE HARLOW EVERTON on Apr 30, 2012 23:51:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px; border: 5px solid #9E7E81; padding: 0 10 0 10px;] callianne harlow everton [/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 three, dianna agron, visitor personality hmmm my personality. well i don't really know how to explain myself except i guess i'm quite introverted. not in a shy and quiet way. i'm far from shy. i just like to keep to myself most of the time because i like the peace and quiet. i like having time to myself and just think. it makes everything just seem more open- like there's an endless possibility of things i could do. really, i'm a friendly person, it's just that i'm the kind of girl that hangs out in the back of the crowd, not really contributing. i guess you can say i like to hide in the shadows. i'm not really a fan of being the center of attention. in fact, i kind of shy away from it because i'm generally an ungraceful person. i trip over my own two feet sometimes. i don't do well in public speaking or having multiple people stare at me. i'd rather see the people around me laughing, chatting, and just have a good time than to participate in it. just the sight of the people around me in a good mood instantly puts me into my own good mood. i guess that makes me someone that puts others before myself. i just like to call it being unselfish. i love helping people and putting a smile on their face. i really hate seeing people suffering- it just absolutely breaks my heart, so i try to help with whatever i can. i can't just walk by a homeless person and not try to help them- even if it's just a few dollars. it makes me feel really guilty to just walk by them knowing i can do something about it and pretend i didn't see them. i've been told i'm an excellent listener. i guess it's because i'm compassionate and empathetic. like i said, i hate seeing people suffer, so if even if there's nothing i can do to help, the least i can do is listen and be there for the person. my friends mean the world to me. they're family and i would do absolutely anything for them. when i'm around them, i'm act like a little kid. i guess it's because it's really the only time i ever get to be childish. most of the time, i act beyond my age. i try to offer relevant advice without being totally cliche. i mean well when i offer advice. everything people tell me doesn't just go in one ear and out the other. it stays with me and stored in my memory. i guess that's why it makes me a great nurse. i'm gentle with my patients, i listen to them when they have a story to tell. i always make time for them even if it's during the most hectic hours. when you work in the navy as a nurse, every second with a patient counts because you never know when it's going to be their last. i've also been told i'm stubborn, but i'd rather call it determined. when i've set my mind to something, i always make sure i reach that goal and never give up. i don't make promises often, so if i promise someone something, they better be damn sure i'll carry out my part of the promise. i hate letting people down, and i try not to do it often- even if it's by accident. i guess the fact that i'm introverted makes me seem spineless, but really, i'm just patient. i don't like being angry with people. not only is it not healthy, it just generally ruins my entire day and my judgement just ends up being crap. however, if you give me the right reasons to be angry with you, i can be quite feisty. or so i've been told. i try to be a good girl, but when i'm angry, there's no controlling what comes out of my mouth. my temper rises and my mind just completely blanks so the things i say aren't really processed before they come out of my lips. of course, i feel absolutely guilty afterwards, but if i'm angry with you, i'll have a pretty good reason to be. really, i'm just a simple average girl. i guess that's the best way you can really describe me. i'm not overly hyperactive and cheerful, but i'm no debby downer either. i'm just me. appearance my appearance? umm well i stand at five foot six inches. so, yet again, average. i'm skinny and i look weak, but really, i'm stronger than most people think. i kind of have to be strong if i'm expected to carry patients onto stretchers, etc. i try to keep in shape so i'm pretty toned. sometimes i get lazy, but if i'm in a particularly good mood, i'll go for a run down by the beach or something. i'm pretty casual. i mean, i'm a girl, so i do love dressing up, but i'm not home often, and there's not much reasons for me to dress up. most of the time, you'll just catch me in jeans and a tank. or if i'm feeling superbly lazy, then sweat pants and a tank. i don't really have time to care about my appearance when i'm trying to save lives. plus, most of the time i'm in my uniform and the military isn't exactly pro dress-up. history i was born on christmas day in virginia beach. it's really not that exciting as people make it seem to be being born on christmas day. and i don't normally celebrate my birthday. it's not one of my favourite days. my mother died that day giving birth to me. i don't know much about her considering that my dad never talks about her. he used to work as a realtor. not exactly the highest paying job, but we got by on it. he raised me on his own with some difficulties. growing up, he couldn't really afford a babysitter, so i usually just hang around a class mate's house until my dad's off work. for a while, it wasn't all that bad. he taught me a lot of things. i was his little girl, and even at a young age of ten, he had taught me a lot of things i probably shouldn't know about at the time. he taught me how to fight, what i could use to makeshift a weapon, etc. it wasn't until i was thirteen that things really started to fall apart for the both of us. it was my fault, really. i wanted new clothes for high school because i was growing out of most of the clothes i owned, but we couldn't exactly afford a whole new wardrobe. he wanted me to be happy though and he promised that he'd get me a new set of clothes. i didn't know at first, but i slowly caught onto the fact that he was gambling his paycheck away. sometimes he'd win some money and treat us to a nice meal, but most of the time, he'd lose all the money he gambled and often end up coming home drunk. i tried stopping him. told him i didn't need new clothes. that i can just make my own clothes from my old fabrics. but he didn't listen. soon, the gambling went from a goal to earn a little more money to an addiction that took over his whole life. he quit his job and spent most of his time drunk and gambling. it wasn't long before we were bankrupt. i dropped out of high school to get a job so i could at least help us scrape by day to day. when i didn't give him the money to gamble, he got angry, but he never laid a hand on me. his addiction got really bad and he was constantly desperate for money so he went to some men for loans. loan after loan, the interest was growing and i couldn't pay it off myself, but my dad... he was really disoriented from reality- like he was just in his own little world of euphoria from gambling. i told the loan sharks i didn't have the money to pay them back, but, as expected, it wasn't acceptable in their book. my dad had taken money from them after all. i said i'd pay them back, but we all knew i'd never be able to pay them back in a life time. so in exchange for a complete clean slate.... they made a deal with me. if i wanted to pay off the debt with the interests included, i had to make some... pornographic pictures and videos for and with them. i didn't know what to do. i was barely fifteen at the time. it seemed like there was no other choice. i had no other family to turn to, my father might as well be five million miles away from me. so i agreed. i told them i'd do it. i wanted them to make a contract, though, explaining how many videos and photos i had to take, how many times they needed me, etc. it was, to say the least, the worst couple of years of my life. i never thought i'd have to resort to that. it was almost like prostitution. it might as well be. i would never be able to forgive my father for this, but i couldn't let them torture my dad to pay them back. he was still the man who raised me after all. the men... they were awful. we had made it very clear that it wasn't rape because i consented, but it still felt like it at the end of the day. when i paid off the loan, i forced my dad into therapy, took my ged, and applied into the navy for nursing. it wasn't hard to get in. my grades were always above average even though i missed half of my high school years. i study hard because i know that if i ever want to get out of this life with my dad, i need to do something with my life. but i was so done with him. with virginia. by seventeen, i was enlisted into the navy as a registered nurse. i haven visited or even talked to my dad ever since i forced him into therapy and proceeded to leave him behind. and i hadn't planned on returning. there was no reason for me to be back. until i received a note from the loan sharks claiming that my father owed them money again. i didn't have a choice but to come back. i asked for a leave of absence and came to crystal falls- where my father had moved to while i was away. a lot of things had changed. he aged, but he still reeked of alcohol, and his gambling habits barely improved whatsoever. but i knew something was wrong with him the second i saw him. he was sick. and after some yelling death match, i managed to get it out of him. he had lung cancer, and suddenly my stay seemed to be much longer than i planned to stay. not to mention the loan problem. i had no idea how to pay it off. and i, sure as well, was not going to pay them off with sex again. but i wasn't making as much money as i could in crystal falls, and i was desperate for cash. not only that, the wait list for any sort of transplant for him was way too long. the hospital listed off a few places for me that had a shorter wait list, and myrtle beach was one of them. i'm not really sure why i chose this place of all places, but hey, after some research, i trusted the hospital staff enough to help my father get better. i know he doesn't deserve it, but at the end of the day, he's still my father. he's the only family i have left in my life, and i just.... i can't. i can't imagine a life without family. i still need him with me. Hello, my name is ruby and I am nineteen years old. I have been RPing for six years and this is my third character. If you need to contact me, feel free to do so via aim and my account name is rubyduckies. [/style] |
