Post by vitani on Jul 11, 2012 22:07:16 GMT -5
VITANI SABELL BLACK
full name vitani sabell black
nicknames ani.
type original
gender female.
age eighteen.
birthday july second.
group reject
clique punk
grade senior
sexuality pansexual.
occupation unemployed.
face claim taylor momsen
alias kir
persona
apathetic, bitch, lazy, restless, argumentative, reckless, driven, opinionated, fierce, emotionally withdrawn, uncaring, bold, sarcastic, independent, musician, strong, assertive, strong.
life
Brought into the world by adults who were both too childish and young to take care of themselves let alone the child they had brought into the world, Vitani was raised primarily by her grandmother. With the arrangement that both of her parents would finish college, help financially to take care of their baby, and would visit twice yearly. The bargain was struck and remained in effect, with monthly checks coming in and visits at Christmas and in the middle of summer around Vitani’s birthday. Until Vitani’s thirteenth birthday party, when her biological mother had attempted to give her advice on a matter and her father attempted to punish her for leaving the house in the middle of the night. As a typical thirteen year old, Vitani reacted to these attempts to assert some sort of authority over her by terminating her relationship with both of them and telling them frankly to their faces that she hated their visits. At which point a new bargain was made with the adjustment that the money that would have been spent on visits instead went into a college fund bank account for Vitani and the visits halted until she asked otherwise.
The diagnosis came around in the midst of Vitani’s junior year of high school, yet by the time summer had reached them death had already knocked on the door and Vitani’s grandmother had passed away from lung cancer. It took three very tense phone calls, and one late night sit down conversation after the wake with her parents before the decision was made but it was clear to everyone what the right course of action was, as the years that had passed had done nothing to soften Vitani’s affections towards her parents. The three of them agreed, and the proper paperwork was drawn up with financial worked out. Vitani would remain living in her grandmothers estate for the remainder of her high school career, living off her parents dime and the life insurance policy of both her grandparents.
Until such time as it seems needed, or Vitani requests a change to the arrangement. Vitani’s living alone in a very large house, absolutely no adult supervision, and a large lode of money for her to blow threw. She’s living every teenagers dream, converting her house into a recording studio and a popular place for her friends to hang out.
roleplaying sample
Lyria was strong, there had never been any questioning about that, she was built like a fortress. She had a look that could cut like a knife, and a sharp wit she held close to her heart like a knife. Her walls were built of iron, and cold hearted steel, that supported her like pillars. She'd forged herself from parts of the cities she'd always called home, always holding bits of them with her. She was made up entirely of little bits of places, she could no longer find. Her cold cutting stare and brash armor was a mimic of New York streets, her quick pace and small smirks were from Chicago bars and courtrooms. She'd wrapped herself up in those gimmicks of streets names, and flashing lights.
Now when she washed her hair, she didn't feel like she was washing stars twinkle from her hair, she didn't smell of exhaust and cigarette smoke, she smelled like somewhere she didn't know and she couldn't find traces of home in any of it. She'd built herself as a mimic and here she could feel it every day as it was slowly falling to pieces at her feet.
Her nails dug into her palms, pulling at the skin they dragged across, making her palms red and sore and hurt, but it did nothing to her. She found herself clinging to her insides, she was clinging to her walls of iron and steel that now she found had been blown to rubble. Just trying to hold onto who she'd been before any of this place had happened. She fought it all in silence, with glazed eyes, and covering lashes, her fingers flexing the only signs until he showed up. She allowed herself to be gathered into his lap, out of sheer need to be next to something warm, the feeling long gone in most of her limbs.
His words unleashed a bitter laugh from her throat, sharp and biting it sounded more like something inside of her tarring rather than a laugh at all. She pushed back against his chest, hating that he smelled like smoke and home, she bit down on her lip, before shoving her way out of his lap. Hating herself for falling in there in the first place, and hating Tony for being the only thing that still reminded her of home. Go Home. she bit the words at him, refusing to say his name. Her mind corrected her, it was Benjamin, not Tony, they weren't close anymore, they weren't lovers, they were nothing more than mirrors of each other’s past. “You don't have any right to tell me how to feel anymore, Benjamin and I don't remember asking for your opinion.” Her words were sharp, driven with the intent to hurt.
Her hands fluttered up, as numb as they were to fix her hair and make sure she looked perfect, she was steeling herself. He wasn't allowed to see inside anymore, he was going to get the same act as everyone else she told herself, lilting her voice an octave higher and painting her usual smile on her face, she quirked an eyebrow at him. “Now that's over with, why don't you run on home and give your advice and feelings to someone who cares for them. Benjamin.” She added the extra dig hoping it would hit home with just how much she wanted to estrange herself from him.
other characters
none that are currently posted, they’ll come sooner or later…
notes
hope this is okay my thoughts are kinda jumbled tonight.
