Post by lush on Apr 14, 2010 17:20:55 GMT
REVERIE L. ANSTEY
i can't even see no more
with my eyes growing tired
and my brain going sore
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS LUSH and I HAIL
FROM CANADA!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PRIVATE MESSAGE. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS NOW!
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i can't even see no more
with my eyes growing tired
and my brain going sore
• • • • • • • • • • • •
HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS LUSH and I HAIL
FROM CANADA!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PRIVATE MESSAGE. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS NOW!
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[/b] Reverie Laine Anstey* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] None
* / AGE[/b] 17
* / GENDER[/b] Female
* / JOB[/b] N/A
* / SEXUALITY[/b] Heterosexual
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] Rebel
* / CONDITIONS[/b] The Cotard Delusion or Walking Corpse Sydrome, and Capgras Delusion (will be explained further through playing the game)
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] Myself
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[/b] sharpie markers, cigarrettes, alchohol, violence, marijuanna (even though it makes her overly paranoid), the rain/thunderstorms, and people that believe her delusions.* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] the populars, stanfield, authority of any sort, spotless walls, and the quiet.
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] tough, loyal, entertaining, shares her stuff, and dominant.
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] extreme temper, very delusional, distrusting of others, violent, and often unpredictable.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] London, Ontario, Canada* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b] Alice Anstey; 47, Gerald Anstey; 50
* / SIBLINGS[/b] Benjamin; 22
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] N/A (will be rarely mentioned)
* / HISTORY[/b]
Reverie was raised in a very loving environment and close but small family. It was when she turned ten, that things started going wrong. She was not fitting in at school. She refused to follow the preps and could not find a place in any other group. Gradually, by the time she turned twelve, it seemed that everyone in the whole school had an insult to toss at her.
Benjamin, Reverie's brother, was the first to notice her odd behavior starting. She was obviously becoming depressed and suicidal. Ben was her closest friend, but was five years older then her. They lost touch for a few months when he entered highschool. It wasn't long before he brought her along with his friends and introduced her to his new lifestyle of drugs, alcohol, and good music. She felt that she fit in with her brother and his friends and never looked back.
At fifteen Reverie was out of control. Her habits were unbreakable, even when Ben drifted out of that style of living and back into society's laws. When this happened, she became convinced that Ben had been replaced by a mechanical robot that her parents/society had gotten to subdue her behavior. She no longer trusted Ben and rebelled against any advice toward going to school and getting on with her life. More than anything else, she wanted to get away from her psychotic family!
At sixteen she was dealing drugs and often getting caught. She was also constantly stealing crappy cars from the highschool parking lot, then going to the liquor store and grabbing the biggest bottle of whiskey she could find before going on a long joyride, filled with gas-n-gos. She loved attacking groups of preps on her own with an open black sharpie marker in one hand and brass knuckles on the other. The many friends that she had gathered knew better than to hang around her for more than an hour or so.
One particular day, shortly after she turned seventeen, she stole her friend's boyfriend's Jeep Cherokee and took off. She found bags of weed, ecstacy, and mushrooms inside the middle console. Needless to say, she had a bit of all three before she realized that everyone she knew was a replaced by an identical appearing robot! Reverie went into a rampaging escape until she hit gravel roads. An uncalculated stop sign resulted in her loosing control and rolling many times. She did not remember what happened after that. She was taken to the hospital and treated for many minor injuries before sent home for bed rest.. But you could never convince her of this.
Reverie woke up in her room after the accident. She was dead, certainly she was dead. She drifted down the stairs in a buzzing daze. Nobody was home. She grabbed her dad's bottle of rum and an orange water gun sitting on the counter, then wandered out the door. Her legs instinctively carried her to the school as if it were a typical morning. Reverie coloured the gun black with a sharpie marker from her pocket, giggling all the while. She couldn't help but think, wait 'til they see me as a zombie!
After fifteen minutes of tormenting anyone she could find in the hallways at school, she collected unwanted attention to herself. She was writing all over lockers and any kids that she could catch. She would sneak up behind someone and throw her arm around their neck, holding the watergun to their head all the while yelling at them, "GO FIND MY BODY, MY HEART IT'S GONE! I NEED MY LIVER, GIVE IT BACK TO ME!" And other various things along those lines.
It took a number of cops to get her in the patrol car. Her parents could not handle the situation and did not want anything else to do with Reverie. She was shipped off to Stanfield Asylum without a goodbye of any sort, from anyone.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
