Post by gisela bailey mystery on Aug 29, 2009 23:31:57 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] twenty, october twenty-seventh
height ,[/color] 5'4"
body type ,[/color] petite
sexuality ,[/color] heterosexual.
relationship status ,[/color] single.
play - by ,[/color] Hanna beth Markos.
group ,[/color] university student[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] jerks, but who likes them? considering gisela was picked on when she was younger, she'd always had a certain dislike for anyone who came off rude most of the time. though some have made it past this whole dislike of hers, but not many. music without feeling, if she can't find a meaning, or get a feeling from it, she wont like it. showing her emotions, though she can't help this bit, she'll try and hide how she's feeling, but it never seems to work out for her at all. being in a picture-- she hates her picture being taken, if anything she'd rather be behind the camera, if you try to take a photo, you'll just get hair, or a hand.
fears ,[/color] flying, she's scared of heights, she hates her feet leaving the ground. getting too close, she's got an issue with getting overly close with someone, depending on what type of close it is. if it's to the point, they'd no her inside and out, she'd back off-- she likes it when she can't be figured out.
habits ,[/color] playing with her hair, it's a big habit of her's. along with bitting her nails, she really needs to stop it. if she's too stressed out, she'll find herself a cigarette, not many people no that she smokes-- but it's every now and then, only.
flaws ,[/color] she doesn't like to open up, fully to people. and though she's apparently a pretty girl, she believes she's not-- and doesn't stand a chance when compared to almost every other girl out there. gisela is also not good a lying, her eye twitches, and she's bad at anyways-- always have an "uh," or an "er" some where in it.
personality ,[/color] shy that's how gisela is. believe it or not she's not the type of girl, to run around and be hyper as all get out. she's quiet and normally stand in the back of a crowed, keeping to her self-- gisela isn't one to be talkative around a bunch of people she doesn't know, she can, on the other, get rather talkative to people she knows fairly well, she has no problem with that. and if anything when she's around the people she knows so well, she seems like a different person. there's basically two sides to her. and most people only see that one side, where she wont talk, where she'll be in her own world, away. until you get to know her, you wont actually know her. and even after you've been around her for so long, you truthfully don't know her. gisela's someone who doesn't want to be figured out, she's someone, who doesn't want to become attached to someone to the point it'll hurt if something happens-- a relationship for instance, she figures, they all end, at some point. so why bother? and if she gets in one, she wont get her hopes to that point, where she'd say he was the one, she wouldn't say it, she'd keep it from coming out of her mouth. but beware the girl has a temper and it's not that pretty. she becomes a bitch, like you've never seen her before-- it's a total different gisela when she get's really mad. she hates getting attention from allot of people, she doesn't like the spot light, she'd rather be in the back, unnoticed. the girl can't flirt to save her life, she's an epic failure at it, every time she has tried. she gets overly stressed at times, and it's never a good thing, it usually happens after she get's made and her temper shows. it's something most people never get to see-- she becomes a nervous wreck, messing up her hair, until it's sticking up every where, without even noticing, making herself look like a disaster, and she looks so tired, and she smokes. no one has seen her at that type of moment. there's just more to her than people think. [/ul]
siblings ,[/color] conner mystery, twenty-three.
other family ,[/color] ----
history ,[/color]
carter, was only nineteen at the time-- and athena, was two years younger. but that didn't stop the two from having sex, oh no, they had too much passion for teenagers their age, they were sure they loved one another, and that it would last. and well, they fooled around more than they should have, and athena became pregnant, with conner. the news had shocked carter, and everyone knew who's child it would be, really, athena didn't get around other than carter, she had never slept with someone. thus, he freaked. he would have left her if someone hadn't snapped at him; bitched him out for trying to leave a seventeen year old, to go at it alone with a child. it happened allot, but someone stepped in to make sure she wasn't on her own. athena was kicked out of her home, which had made matters worse. and thus, conner came to be, nine months later. conner, had blond hair, green eyes, and the brightest smile anyone ever had seen, there was no doubt he was carters-- he looked just like him! though, as they grew older, athena and carter where not the happiest of people, the passion they once had was no longer there. that spark had left soon after their first child was born. and because that spark was no longer there, athena had that void in her-- nothing happened anymore, they barley spent time in bed, and she got so sick of it.
and she started to cheat, seeing another man-- two, in fact. basically, her mother was a bit on the whorish side. she had that burning passion with the other two men, the one she use to have with carter. and, it took three years after conner being born, for athena to once again get pregnant. this child, the father was not known. and her mother refused to have a blood test. carter had no clue about the other two men; after she found out she'd be having her second child, she dropped them off the face of the earth, it would be best to no longer speak to those men, to have no connection with them, if the child was not carters. right? that was how her mother had thought about it. it was a girl. dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. looked nothing like carter, and barley looked like athena, oh no. that wasn't good, which man had she looked like? athena hadn't been able to tell which of the other two her new daughter looked like, why was that? because they both had dark hair and eyes-- and considering gisela's hair changed, from brown, to almost black, it was hard to figure it out. but athena never said a word about it, and carter brushed it off his shoulders, thinking it was genes that had skipped over one of their generations. it was never spoken of, not once. athena's connection with either men, died, she wouldn't have anything slip by again-- she thought she was a fool, for not being careful in the first place. but those thoughts never stayed with her long.
because she continued to cheat on her husband. no other child came after gisela though. athena had figured more things out-- and tried so hard to prevent getting pregnant again, and it worked. conner and gisela, were so different while they were growing up. conner was a big ball of energy, he was full of it. had an ego, that no one could bring down, had a mouth, that wouldn't stop running. and was so outgoing, that it was almost inhuman. then there was gisela, the little girl who didn't talk much to people, who would rather be off alone some where, instead of being near a crowed, someone who didn't use much sarcasm, who didn't speak her mind enough. and the difference between them was noted, how gisela was so different from her parents, was noted. and after so much time carter figured it out. he found his wife cheating. and after a big fight, screaming, and someone hitting the wall, everything was told. and a divorce was filed. the siblings, how ever were not broken up. conner had grown attached to his sister, whether she was very different then him or not, she was his little sister, and his ego? come to find out, the only person to hurt that huge ego of his, was his own sister. when she'd tell him she hated him. it would hurt him-- and it was the only thing to ever get in his skin, that crawled, and ate at him. he hadn't been much help in school; if she was being picked on, he would step in. now, wouldn't that help? having someone bigger, and tougher than everyone, stepping in and telling people to leave you alone?
it didn't, not for gisela, they kept on, getting worse and worse every time he stepped in. and after so many times of repeating, i hate you conner, he got it. and he left her to deal with it all herself-- and it ate at him, every time she cried. every time, he saw one of those frowns upon her face, he chewed himself out for it. but never tried to help her again. by time she was in the fifth grade, her and conner were split apart, her mother had her-- carter didn't want a daughter, mainly one that wasn't even his. so athena had gisela. while carter had his son. every night, gisela can recall seeing a different man; sometimes the same men, but still, too many different faces. and it got so old. and she got so tired of hearing it through her walls; she'd hide, under head bed, with a pillow over her ears, because she hadn't known what the banging had been, and it had scared her, that had become something of normal for gisela. hiding under her bed-- she was small enough to fit under there. and ever morning, her mom would say something rude to her, gisela never knew why. but her mom, just apparently did not want her around, she never figured out why neither of her parents liked her-- gisela never knew anything about the whole thing, until she grew older. being picked on was something the girl was use to, from elementary to high school, all the way, she was picked on. it didn't matter if she was pretty; in her mind she wasn't, she got picked on so much she thought she was worthless. and the fact neither one of her parents really wanted her didn't seem to help.
almost everything became clear when she was in high school though. she no longer hid under the bead, or anything of the sort. but being a teenage girl, in a house where your mother brought a random guy home was not a good thing-- not leaving, was a bad thing, because gisela lost her virginity, against her will. if you caught that, she was raped. at the age of sixteen, great age, right under her own mother. and the girl never told anyone, only one person. and after that night she went hunting for conner, she wanted to find him and her "father" that had been her goal, and when she showed up at the door step, looking like a mess, tears streaming down her cheeks, conner knew something was wrong-- it wasn't hard for him to get everything out of her either, everything that happened, carter doesn't know, conner does. conner moved that year-- being nineteen, he could, and he took his sister with him, it seemed so much better off that way. now, she's twenty, and going to college, simple enough. [/ul]
age ,[/color] fifteen.
years of experience ,[/color] two years.
gender ,[/color] female.
anything else ,[/color] ily roonie.
role playing sample ,[/color] she growled, as the car flew passed her while standing on the side walk-- the car, running through a puddle of water, mind you, added with it's speed, the water covered her body inch from inch. soaking the woman from top to bottom. and no one that walked by seem to care, they kept on with their own little lives, like usual. one thing about Pennsylvania, that would be the usual, just like it had been in new york for her. but she didn't expect much with her life, not any more at least. no matter how many times reese came up to see her, skylar wouldn't like her life anymore. she felt like she did when she was in school, still living in that house, just a little more broken. and she refused to say she felt that way, she never wanted to show it-- she refused to tell her uncle everything, she refused to tell the guys anything, and she had refused to shed a tear because of him. she just couldn't do it. and by now, skylar thought she had come so close to losing her sanity, why? because she kept thinking she saw him, and every time she miss took someone for him, her heart broke a little more. she kept hoping, maybe he'd come looking for her.. maybe someone broke a promise, and told him her location. but she doubt it would happen, it had been a while, a very long while. half a year, it had been. it was already December, after all. she'd already started losing hope that he cared now-- after all, hadn't he moved on? that was what she had heard, he already had a new girlfriend. but skylar? she hadn't dated since she came up here, or even when she was in new york for that part.
why wasn't she in new york right now? the girl had to drop out of school. sad, right? she hadn't enough to pay for the next year, and everyone was on break, so, she just couldn't go back, so she was right back in Pennsylvania, making her way to the little place she got a job at, which, well, was her uncles place. she worked for her uncle, yes, and it was cool. it was a record store, how could it not? and considering, it was right there, next to the house, it was all good, she didn't have to go a big ways to go to the store. seeing as music was her second passion, it worked out, she got to work with music, and she was glad about that. but her life was screwed, every day something went wrong for her. every day. today, she had lost a sell, had a paint bucket fall on her, have water pour on her from a car running by too fast, and last time it rained? her umbrella broke, and much more happened through out the week. and as skylar walked across the road, hugging her arms, because she had been stupid and not grabbed a jacket before she had left, a car seemed to almost hit her, the light said to walk-- not to stop, and she kept going, muttering something about people being stupid and needing to pay much more attention, before her feet were right back on the side walk, and she was walking her way toward the store, sneezing as she walked in. oh god, she couldn't be coming down with a cold, that wouldn't be good at all, and then again, she sneezed. looking like she was head banging, and her red hair went flying. that was how skylar sneezed.
she looked like she did one hardcore head bang, because she had bent over, and came right back up. that was just her way of sneezing, odd, yes, but when ever she did sneeze that was how she did it. "coming down with a cold?" her mossy green eyes looked over at her uncle, having to look up to make it to his face, just like she had to do with most people, "no, i think i'm good." she gave him a thumbs up before walking toward the back, with another sneeze, before heading toward the place she called her room-- she needed warmer clothes, considering it was cold outside, and she had been wet-- and as she put on a warm shirt, she watched the snow fall outside her window, and cling to the ledge of it, and then she was walking out of her room, fresh pants and a t-shirt on. still no jacket-- she didn't expect to be going outside right now, really, so no jacket was needed. and she headed right back to the room she had come from, noticing her uncle had already left the room, this didn't seem to bother her, she was use to it by now, he was very busy, producing a band and what not. and the red head moved behind the counter, before bending down, to get the counter cleaner and a rag, it was dusty, and she did need to clean it, maybe then she could say she did something for the day, and then she sprayed it with the spray, before taking the rag and cleaning it, making sure she could see her reflection in it when she got done. couldn't anyone see she was bored with her day?
and skylar didn't need to be bored at the moment, not ever, not any more. any time she had gotten so bored since that day in june, he always came to her mind. every time, her mind would wander to him, and she'd want to break down, because it made her remember how her heart felt right now-- like it had been ripped out, and stomped on, like it hadn't even been there, like, it was gone, and wouldn't be back. and right now, she seemed to not realise she was still making a circle pattern with the rag, and cleaning a spot she could see herself in, she was remembering a few moments-- his face, those times at his house, everything. from the day he asked the question, to the day he took it back. and even the day they met, how could she forget the kegger? really, how could she? she ran into him, and thought he was a brick wall before she had stood back up and actually looked at him. and tears seemed to come to her eyes, as she remembered everything, and she was quick to catch them, and not let them fall from her eyes, whipping them away before they could have that chance to roll down her cheeks. and she moved form the counter, dropping the rag, and everything and she went toward the records, going down the isles, and making sure all of them were where they needed to be-- she needed to get her mind off of him, that was what she needed. if she didn't, she'd go crazy, that was all there was to it, she'd lose all the sanity she had left-- she'd be like she was a long time ago, and skylar didn't want that. it didn't matter that feeling like this was worse than then, she didn't want those thoughts. she refused to be haunted so much, that the thought of suicide was on her brain, she wanted riley out of her head, he was over her, yet she wasn't over him. and the more she thought about him the more she just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, and skylar wasn't one to cry.
though, as her hands grabbed cd's, and everything that didn't go where they belonged, her mind had wandered back to him, and to danie, and to everyone she had left behind. she loved reese, and was glad the blond had come to see her, then there was danie, danie could have been her twin if they were the same age-- she could have been, they were alike in so many ways. and riley... riley.. how could she not miss him? but she was mad at the same time, because it was him that made her feel like this, it was him that caused her heart to break-- when no other guy could do it, he had. and without noticing, a tear had come back to her eye, and rolled down her cheek, and she hadn't noticed it. but she felt it, as it rolled down along the side of her face, and she whipped at it, before rubbing her yes to make sure there were know more tears threatening her to fall. she said she wouldn't cry.. she said she wouldn't fall apart. and it was so hard not to give in, to just let her heart drown her in sadness, it was so hard not to let it all out. writing and dancing could only get you so far with your feelings. skylar could dance her madness out, she could sing her happy moments-- and part of her sadness out. but there was always so much left over, that even writing that song and recording it hadn't been enough.
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