Post by lafayette ambrose quinn on Jul 30, 2012 19:58:38 GMT -8
Aegri somnia
A sick man's dreams
Full Name: lafayette ambrose quinn
Nickname: fay, although she doesn't let very many people get away with it.
Gender?: female.
Age: nineteen.
Sexuality: who knows?
Infected?: no, thanks.
Coincidence?: ellen page! <3
Finis vitae sed non amoris
The end of life, but not of love
Personality: as far as normal goes, lafayette isn't the definition of it. she likes being different, mostly because it's what separates the fake friends from the real ones. she likes dressing in her baggy clothes and going against everything that everyone tells her she can't do. she's really a sweet girl, if you get on her good side. she adores children and puppies and all those cute things. but heaven help you if you make her mad because she will unleash the hounds of hell on you. she's protective over anything that can't defend itself, and would go to any extent to help someone or something that might be in need. that aside, she's a person who loves a good laugh and enjoying herself. she doesn't let anything stop her, and will fight someone tooth and nail over what she believes.
History: lafayette was pretty much wrong from the moment she was born. her mother had went to have her aborted, but she was too far along. refusing to be stuck with the child, she tried everything she could to get rid of it. but as the months went by, her stomach only got bigger. barely seven months pregnant she went into labor, but the doctors managed to stop it for another few weeks. she gave birth to a small four pound baby, but not all of lafayette's family was crazy because her uncle decided he wanted her. he waited until she was finally released from the hospital at five months old and barely weighing anything at all. he took her to washington where he could get a job and take care of her. she grew up to be a happy child, despite everything she'd survived. but throughout her life, she's grown sick at the smallest things, a simple cold turning into pneumonia in matter of days.
Family: she had an uncle, jordan.
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I am: inna.
Timezone: central.
Writing example: Rozzi wanted to groan at the fact that her father had not only dropped her off at the mall with her sister, but took their phones so they couldn't run off. 'Bonding' he had called it. 'Putting off your children so you can go get drunk' Rozzi had called it. And Hunter? She'd just rolled her eyes in that sarcastic I'm-far-better-than-my-identical-twin manner she seemed to always have.
"I." Hunter said in an obnoxious voice that made Rozzi throw her head back. "Want a pretzel."
"Oh, shut the fuck up, kiss ass. I know you're wanting my twenty because you blew yours on some stupid shirt you have like.. seventeen of already." Rozzi shot back.
"Well pardon me for not wearing boy's clothes and baggy jeans." Her twin said sarcastically, turning the corner of the sweets shop. And, as luck would have it, their bickering caused her to run smack into a woman in the shop.
"Way to go, stupid." Rozzi said, and her sister rolled her eyes. "My sister was raised in a barn."
"Oh, you have a lot of room to talk! If anyone was in a barn, it was you. At least I'm going to school!"
"WOAH DREAM BIG!" Rozzi said, throwing her hands up. She tossed a charming smile at the girl, being the one to lean more towards girls than her twin, and started around her. "'Scuse me."
Anything else?: i'm awesome.
