Post by aurora on Jun 18, 2009 18:13:52 GMT -5
AURORA DAFNE MELCHIORRE
* we are looking back again on loneliness and pain, never been so wide awake .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS LAURA, AND I AM EIGHTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS IN OCTOBER & I'M A ADVANCED AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NON-EXISTENT. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ADMINT EDIT
- - - - nicknames, aura, rory
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, eighteen
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual as far as she knows, although her previous experiences have put her off relationships a little
- - - - member group, fan
- - - - play by, elisabeth harnois
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- - - - hair, blonde
- - - - built, petite
- - - - height, one hundred and sixty three centimetres (5'4)
- - - - fashion sense, casual, light colours
- - - - other, a few scars always hidden by clothing
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- - - - loathes, jealousy; gossip; rhubarb; eating meat; invading her personal space; beer; blood; knives; drugs
- - - - strengths, piano; loyalty; photography; intuitive; writing music
- - - - weaknesses, insomnia; nightmares & flashbacks occurring at random times; nerves & stage fright; lack of physical strength; shy & timid
- - - - dreams, to somehow be able to have the confidence to actually get up on stage herself; to stop having nightmares; for her brother to get out of rehab; to get rid of her phobias
- - - - fears, knives; blood; nightmares & flashbacks; alsatian dogs
- - - - overall personality,
Aurora is a particularly shy individual. It might seem strange to say that of someone who was a manager in one of the most popular shops in town, but she can act well and pretend she's at ease when she's actually not. With her multiple fears she can get on edge very quickly with little warning. Knives are something she has learnt to live with, but there are certain types which she automatically shies away from. Once you are friends with her you will remain so until you do something to totally betray her or one of her other friends.
She doesn't often go out late unless it's somewhere with lots of people such as one of the many concerts and is always sure to leave with the crowds rather than hanging behind to try and meet the bands as some fans do. She enjoys photography and has a decent camera, although it's not quite as good as she might like. She tends to be a workaholic, but that is more for the reason that she loves her job than a specific character trait of being so.
Music is one passion of hers that has expanded massively since coming to the island - you can hardly avoid it with all the bands here. She doesn't have a whole lot of friends and tends to stick to herself, playing piano or writing music. However, she had never shown anyone any of the music she has written and tries not to let anyone hear when she plays piano. However, since she doesn't have enough money to buy a real piano she only has a keyboard at home, and occasionally has moments of weakness when the shop is empty and spontaneously plays the grand piano which has yet to be sold. The owner of the shop and a couple of other employees have heard her play, but she has made it very clear that she doesn't want to play in front of people.
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- - - - family,
mother – mary eleanor melchiorre (nee ashplant), 45, receptionist
father – antonio desi melchiorre, 48, photographer
james alessandro melchiorre, 24, in rehab
serafina isabel melchiorre, 17, at school
- - - - pets, there's an aquarium of fish in the shop she works at which she has named and feeds, but none she officially owns
- - - - overall history,
Aurora was born on the 10th October 1990 in Blackburn, a town in the county of Lancashire, England, as the second child to her parents Mary and Antonio. Since Antonio was Italian, she automatically had dual citizenship for both the UK and Italy. Her older brother James was 6, and did not particularly appreciate having to share his parents' affections at first. As with most siblings, though, he got over it.
One year later their sister was born, Serafina. By this point James and Aurora got on as well as could be expected for siblings, and Serafina joined them quite happily. A few years after her birth, it was decided that they would move to Isorella, Antonio's hometown where his family lived. The children - at least, those who could actually speak at this point - had been brought up to know the Italian language as well as English, so when they entered their new schools in Italy they were only a little behind, and soon caught up.
Aurora's older brother James had begun to get mixed up with the wrong people by the time he was fifteen, and by seventeen had become severely addicted to drugs. In an effort to feed his addiction, he placed a bet with some others his own age with similar issues which he lost, but couldn't pay up. Deciding that he needed convincing, four of these teenagers waited outside the local primary school one day. They had knocked James unconscious and told the two girls that he was held up at school and had sent them to come pick them up and take them home. Since they recognised the older boys as people whom James had hung out with before, they didn't see any problem with this and climbed willingly into the car.
Of course, it's not too difficult to work out what comes next. Rather than taking them home, they instead took the girls to one of the rougher areas of town and tied them up in one of the boys' apartments. They set an alsatian dog to guard them and made sure that one of them was in the room at all times. The dog was not tied up and had a habit of standing over the girls, growling. Early on, probably in the first few hours, Serafina tried to swat it away and ended up being bitten rather badly. The current teenager in the room had noticed both sisters' distress at her injury, yet their vain attempts to pretend they weren't scared continued, and decided to amuse himself for a short while. He passed on to the other boys his attempt at passing the time as he guarded them, and for the next few days that was their main source of amusement while on guard duty. They tested how far they could push each girl before they cried out for it to stop, attacking both her and Serafina in as many ways as they could think of that would cause harm, not to mention satisfying their own cruel urges.
Five days after they had been taken, a new person arrived at the apartment - James. Knowing that he was the reason for his sisters' disappearance, he had managed to cheat his way through a bet without being caught and paid them the money he owed, plus a fair amount of interest they had decided to tack on. Warned what would happen if their identities were revealed, none of the siblings had any intention of revealing their attackers, and the sisters also did not reveal the true extent of the injuries they had sustained. Knowing that James was coming, the boys had cleared all the leftover blood off so that they only appeared a little undernourished and dirty, rather than the victims of numerous attacks. They had been sure not to leave too many marks that weren't hidden by clothes while carrying out their attacks.
After this, neither sister was the same. Both turned extremely quiet and their schoolwork dropped, while James still had the problem with drugs. After much deliberation, the decision was made to return to England. The effects of the kidnapping and attacks developed into a form of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, meaning she could not sleep properly, and when she did sleep she got nightmares. Her fear of knives, alsatians and blood appeared, and she stopped eating meat because of its association with blood. Although her parents were aware that something had happened they weren't aware of, Aurora became very good at hiding these things and eventually they just thought it had been a phase.
Wanting to get away from it all, Aurora made the decision to move as soon as she turned sixteen and finished compulsory education, to a small island off the coast of California. She told her parents that she just wanted a break and just about managed to get a visa – her dual citizenship probably helped with that as well, along with a grandmother who had been born in New York and lived there during her childhood. Moving to the island with some money they had lent her to get her started, she had soon rented an apartment and managed to get a job working as a sales assistant and repairing instruments at a local music shop.
Although her original reasons for moving to the small island had been for the peace and quiet it should bring, as well as a completely alternate setting to the dinginess of that Italian building that still haunted her dreams, it was actually a change for the better when the bands arrived on the island, along with the multitude of tourists. Having discovered a skill for repairing instruments, she was promoted to manager in the shop that now found itself needing to recruit a whole lot more staff due to the sudden increase in demand. Working 6 days a week at a higher rate meant she could repay her parents the money and buy herself a small house, while still managing to save up enough to go to several of the concerts that were held on a regular basis. She has settled in very well to life on the island all things considered, but still has not ridded herself of her phobias and certain tendencies that speak of the past she has told no one about. She hides the scars beneath clothing and blames her vegetarianism on not liking seeing animals hurt – which was true enough, just not her real reasoning.
- - - - rp sample,
A frown again touched Kerridon's face at her reply concerning cyanide, not at all liking the direction her thoughts seemed to be taking her. "Do not say that," he chastised her, the concern and displeasure clear on his face. It sent his mind back to the time when he had tried to kill himself, and he did not want D'rorah entertaining any notions of doing something similar. Although Dylan was not dead, she had still had him taken away from her in a cruel manner as Taisy had been from him. He remembered all too well what his head had been like at that time, and could not allow D'rorah to follow in a similar direction as he had. Thinking it was his fault, thinking it was too much to live with... "Self-destructive thoughts can all to easily lead to self-destructive behaviour," he warned, knowing just how much that was true. It had just been a stray thought at first that maybe life wasn't worth living, and had eventually developed into a whole lot more. A hint of both guilt and grief made its way onto his face but he quickly wiped them away, not wanting to think about it.
He also wasn't particularly happy to see her not drinking the tea and simply absorbing the warmth. The room was warmer now the fire had been going for several minutes, and the glow from it lit the room as darkness began to fall outside. It might not be possible to return to the castle tonight; at least not without suspicion, which was something he always sought to avoid. The curfew would be in place by now and people had seen D'rorah leaving the castle... however, returning at a similar time to her would be too risky. "You do not need to enter the Great Hall to get meals. The Hogwarts house elves are very accommodating if you need some food and you would be unlikely to meet Mister Cooper in the kitchens." Again he wanted to reach out and wipe her tears away, but did not, unsure of what her reaction would be.
"Other things on your mind are exactly why you should be eating. Without proper nourishment it is more difficult to think things through thoroughly. And I care, and the other lightfighters should too, not least Mister Cooper. If you do not eat you will become weak and more easily overpowered in a fight, not to mention it increases the possibility of making a mistake in your research. The same goes for sleep," he added, with the bags under her eyes also obvious.
He remained silent again for a little while as she carried on speaking; yet again he was not liking what he heard. She was not in a good state at all... a night away from Hogwarts and the rumours that would likely be circling frantically already might do her good. He could at least make sure she got some sleep and food, although she still didn't seem too keen on drinking that tea, having put it aside.
He stood quickly as she stumbled, catching her by her arms to steady her. The distraught on her face was quite plain to see – at least, in comparison to her normal facial expressions, or lack of – and apparently she wanted to leave before she broke down entirely. "Careful," he warned her, lightening his hold on her but not entirely letting go. "It was not more than you deserved; it was the least you deserved. You were more than Mister Cooper deserved." He wasn't sure she would agree with that point of view, but thought that there was no harm in putting it out there. There was a definite note of contempt in his voice when he mentioned Dylan. "You put your life on hold for this cause, for your allies, and they do not seem to realise." Still he was not quite used to the idea of himself being one of her allies, a lightfighter, so he spoke of them separately. "You don't always need to be the strong one," he told her, speaking softly this time but still with the same determinedness that had been in his voice before.
He also wasn't particularly happy to see her not drinking the tea and simply absorbing the warmth. The room was warmer now the fire had been going for several minutes, and the glow from it lit the room as darkness began to fall outside. It might not be possible to return to the castle tonight; at least not without suspicion, which was something he always sought to avoid. The curfew would be in place by now and people had seen D'rorah leaving the castle... however, returning at a similar time to her would be too risky. "You do not need to enter the Great Hall to get meals. The Hogwarts house elves are very accommodating if you need some food and you would be unlikely to meet Mister Cooper in the kitchens." Again he wanted to reach out and wipe her tears away, but did not, unsure of what her reaction would be.
"Other things on your mind are exactly why you should be eating. Without proper nourishment it is more difficult to think things through thoroughly. And I care, and the other lightfighters should too, not least Mister Cooper. If you do not eat you will become weak and more easily overpowered in a fight, not to mention it increases the possibility of making a mistake in your research. The same goes for sleep," he added, with the bags under her eyes also obvious.
He remained silent again for a little while as she carried on speaking; yet again he was not liking what he heard. She was not in a good state at all... a night away from Hogwarts and the rumours that would likely be circling frantically already might do her good. He could at least make sure she got some sleep and food, although she still didn't seem too keen on drinking that tea, having put it aside.
He stood quickly as she stumbled, catching her by her arms to steady her. The distraught on her face was quite plain to see – at least, in comparison to her normal facial expressions, or lack of – and apparently she wanted to leave before she broke down entirely. "Careful," he warned her, lightening his hold on her but not entirely letting go. "It was not more than you deserved; it was the least you deserved. You were more than Mister Cooper deserved." He wasn't sure she would agree with that point of view, but thought that there was no harm in putting it out there. There was a definite note of contempt in his voice when he mentioned Dylan. "You put your life on hold for this cause, for your allies, and they do not seem to realise." Still he was not quite used to the idea of himself being one of her allies, a lightfighter, so he spoke of them separately. "You don't always need to be the strong one," he told her, speaking softly this time but still with the same determinedness that had been in his voice before.
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