BLAQUE, ASTRID LEE.

[ASTRID LEE BLAQUE]

• Astrid Lee Blaque •
well now this could be the last of all the rides we take
so hold on tight and don't look back
we don't care about the message or the rules they make
i'll find you when the sun goes black

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Astrid Lee Blaque.
nicknames, Az, Azzy-Lee.
age, Eighteen.
birthday, 22, September, 1993.
race, Human.
alliance, --
blood --

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Brunette.
eye color, Brown.
height, Five feet six inches.
weight, One hundred and forty three pounds.
distinguising features, A small ‘constellation’ of freckles along the top of her left cheekbone, as well as a nose piercing in her left nostril.
clothing style, Bohemian-chic, without a doubt. Sticks mainly to jeans and tank tops, and enjoys plaid flannel shirts as well. On the rare occasion, ventures into miniskirts or [even more rarely] sundresses. Thrift-store enthusiast, loves bargains. Can’t go without any kind of jewelry, loves jelly-bracelets, silver rings, and colorful necklaces. Weakness is definitely t-shirts, preferably ones with favored bands or movies on them.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Music, nature, animals, raising hell with Kaylynn, Clint Eastwood movies, shopping, art, piercings, energy drinks, flirting, reading, playing pranks on Kaylynn.
dislikes, Working, getting up early, rudeness, overbearing guys, labels, coffee, thunderstorms, small spaces, large crowds, being ignored/left out of the loop, being interrupted.
strengths, Quick on her feet, good judgment of character, a very good ‘poker face’, convincing acting skills, sound sense of justice.
weaknesses, Weakened left ankle from a childhood injury, a tendency to see the good in everybody no matter what, eyes reveal everything, does not do well under too much pressure, reckless when emotions get high.
quirks/habits, Wears light-colored sneakers, and draws on them whenever sitting still for a period of time; uses her hands quite often when talking [she’s done this ever since she saw the first Pirates movie with Jack Sparrow]; makes a variation of squeaks/squeals when she’s surprised and/or poked.
worst fear, Being abandoned and having utterly no one; alternatively, being buried alive.
best kept secret, Went through a “cutting” phase before moving to Forks, and still struggles with self-destructive urges.
wost memory, Her father’s many drunken rages from her childhood.
relationship status, Single n’ on the prowl.
sexuality, “Mostly” straight; technically, a 2 on the Kinsey scale.
overall personality, Astrid is definitely high-strung and passionate; it doesn’t take very much to make her happy, sad, or angry. Because she hates negative emotions, she tends to hide any problems she may have, even when she’s feeling the opposite. Bottling things up is a definite habit of hers, especially when she thinks it might interfere or cause inconvenience in any way. Nevertheless, she is almost always in a good mood, and constantly finds a reason to smile or laugh.

In the right setting, and with the right people, Astrid is very friendly and talkative. She enjoys making new friends and chatting with strangers, and because of her gregarious, approachable nature, people usually get comfortable with her rather quickly. However, she is also very loud, straightforward, and has a tendency to be very obnoxious; this can give people the negative impression that she is immature and ridiculous [which, in all honesty, she is].

Astrid likes to play herself off as invincible. She detests showing any sign of emotional weaknesses, which is why you will never see her cry. Deep down, her biggest problem is the fact that she gets so attached to people, that when they leave—whether it be moving away, or dying—it always affects her deeply. The idea of being completely and utterly alone, as well as her traumatic childhood, has left her quick to cling onto individuals and pray that they will never leave.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Linda Moira Jones, 46, real estate agent.
father, Roy Andrew Blaque, 53, construction worker.
siblings, Delilah Marie Blaque, 32, housewife, and Samuel Colt Blaque, 26, construction worker with father.
others of importance, Kaylynn Anne Maverick, 18, best friend.
overall history, Know that thing, with how the youngest always gets spoiled by the parents? Well, that doesn’t apply to the Blaque family. After over a decade, Linda and Roy Blaque’s marriage deteriorated when their youngest daughter was born. Roy, an alcoholic with a history of drug abuse and extramarital affairs, was verbally abusive to Linda and often went into drunken ramblings that lasted long into the night. For several years, they attempted to save the marriage for the sake of their children, Delilah, Samuel, and their youngest child, Astrid. Being the youngest, Astrid was sheltered from the shouting matches and kept in ignorance of her Roy’s behavior, and she grew up seeing only the good side of her father, even on those nights he had trouble walking and said funny things to her. A daddy’s girl, through and through.

Although she loved her children, Linda didn’t think it was right to keep Astrid in the dark as she grew older, but she was pressured to keep quiet about it. Then, about a month into the summer before Astrid’s senior year in high school, Roy confessed to yet another affair, and Linda had finally had it. Within a week, she had filed the divorce papers, taken her maiden name again, and practically yanked Astrid out of the house. At first, Astrid was inconsolable and demanded to be allowed to remain home, as her older siblings were, but since she was only seventeen at the time, legally, she had to accompany her mother. Linda patiently put up with her youngest child’s understandable behavior, and when Astrid finally took the time to listen, she was at long last given the excruciating details of her father’s true nature.

Fortunately, Linda had inherited a house from a deceased relative long ago in Forks, Washington. This would turn out to be the perfect setting, as Astrid’s longtime best friend, Kaylynn Maverick, had moved to the same exact town a year before. Now, at age eighteen, Astrid is perfectly settled in, attending the local high school [go Spartans!], and even working at the nearby convenience store to make some cash here and there. With the skeletons well hidden in her closet, she is determined to make the best of her situation, and move forward.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Aya.
gender, Girlygirl.
age, Twenty.
contact, aim; kissesforacid.
other characters, Cedric William Magnussen, 18; Celeste Diane Magnussen, 15.
passwords, EDITED.
experience, Since I was eleven.
how you found us, I’ve been here before, foo’.
roleplay sample. Sleep was usually Codie’s natural defense—it was an escape, a sanctuary, from the cold harshness of reality. Another side-affect of the medication was that it prevented him from dreaming, or, at least, remembering them. When he first came to the institution, he was given a similar antidepressant, but it didn’t cause the drowsiness or dream-block, which wasn’t a very good thing as he normally woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, which distressed the other patients. So now he was given a medication that worked more like a tranquilizer. Not that he particularly cared, he enjoyed the sleep-inducing affect it had on him. And now he no longer had nightmares of monstrous hands grasping his throat, belts coming across his back, or the feel of a bloodied knife in his own grasp. It was only in his dreams that he remembered that fateful night, but try as he might, he couldn’t recall any of the events when he was awake. The doctor said that it was part of post traumatic stress disorder, and perfectly normal.

Normal. What a loosely used term. If he was normal, wouldn’t he be able to remember stabbing his stepfather in the back and head with a knife he’d hidden under his pillow? The only thing he could vaguely recall was laying in his bed, and the door opening, and then suddenly, he was in the ambulance, like changing scenes in a movie. What do you remember, Codie? they’d asked, again and again and again. Nothing, was the only thing they could get out of him. His own mother had testified against him, saying that Craig had been a loving father figure to her son ever since he was six years old, and that Codie was just mentally unstable, and that was why he had tried to kill her husband. It was the old lady that lived next door that was his salvation, though. I could hear that child’s screams all the way from his room, she’d insisted. He always walked out to the schoolbus with bruises and cuts on him. That man deserved what he got. The judge had decided that Codie attacked Craig out of self-defense, and that while he would not be charged, he clearly was in need of mental help, and sentenced him to an indeterminate time at the nearest mental institution, where he would stay there until he was deemed safe to walk the streets. Needless to say, his mother was also stripped of parental custody, and sentenced to eight years in prison for failing to report the abuse she was very well aware her son was going through.

His paternal grandmother had custody over him, but she wasn’t able to visit him as often as she liked. He barely knew the woman, but she did do a good job at pretending she cared. She was supposed to visit sometime that weekend—well, now she couldn’t, since he was being punished. Curling up tighter on the couch, he could still vaguely hear the sounds emitting from the television. It sounded like a talk show was on, Codie did always find those a little amusing, mostly because a lot of the situations were very obviously fake. Why make a video vehemently defending your innocence, then take a lie detector test, only to fail the entire thing. When he shifted a little, he woke up slightly, and heard shuffling footsteps, which told him that another patient had entered the room. Twitching awake now, he shook some dark bangs from his eyes and sat up, glancing briefly at his fellow inmate. A slender, auburn-haired girl, whose pale skin and traditional white clothing gave her the look of a ghost. Normally, someone would’ve said something, she looked like she could really use a word of comfort, but he had no words. He was utterly silenced.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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