Post by gracielovvorn on Jun 18, 2010 2:36:23 GMT -5
GRACIE MAY LOVVORN.
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oh, hai there ! i'm Silia and i'm 18 years old. i'm a chick, and i've been roleplay for 3 years. i also play No one yet (;, so you might know me from them. there, i told you. now, onto my character n_n[/FONT][/COLOR]
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY[/FONT]
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY. I AIN'T YOUR LION OR YOUR TIGER[/FONT][/center]
HUMAN, WEREWOLF, HALF-BREED, GHOST, DEMON Human
HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT, COLLEGE STUDENT, OR TOWNIE College Student
FULL NAME Gracie May Lovvorn
NICKNAMES
AGE 20, June 9th
GENDER Female
ETHNICITY French
RESIDENCE Applewood, NY
SEXUALITY heterosexual
STATUS Single
PLAYED BY Alexis Bledel [/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]
WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY.
[/FONT]I'M NOT YOUR NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, CAN'T GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
- Sunshine
- Ballet
- The idea of true love
- Walking
- Being outdoors, more specifically being on the ocean
- Drawing (She's not the best but she likes to doodle)
- Curling up with tons of pillows and blankets
- Big, back-cracking hugs, the really, really good ones that make you smile
- Kids
- Being happy
GRACIE'S DISLIKES
- Mean People
- Curse Words or Foul language
- Crowds
- Waking up early
- Sitting still too long
- Classes in which she can't sit next to a window
- The cold
- Rain
- Sad movies
- Crying
GOALS
- Graduate College with honors.
- Opening an Art Gallery.
- Getting over her fear of the dark.
- Making her mother smile again.
FEARS
- The dark.
- Letting her mother down.
- Failure.
SECRETS
- She blames herself for her mother's unhappiness.
- She constantly second-guesses herself, believing that she'll never be 'good enough' for anyone.
- She wishes someone else would take care of her mother sometimes, and the thought makes her sick with herself.
WEAKNESSES
- Too trusting- She'll trust anyone. Gracie has a strong belief that everyone deserves her trust right off the bat.....and therefor not all the people she considers her friends are always worthy of said trust.
- Emotional-she expresses her emotions clearly-she's easily hurt, easily made happy, her temper is the hardest emotion to pull from her, though when she's angry...oh she's very angry. She doesn't hide her emotions well-which makes her a horrible liar and not the best when it comes to tough situations. You can read her like an open book 99.9% of the time.
- Push Over- She'll let anyone walk all over her, she doesn't stand up for herself and avoids conflict as much as possible-even if it means keeping her mouth shut in a situation thats completely unfair to her. So, people tend to take advantage of her.
STRENGTHS
- Independence -Though Gracie would be miserable without someone to lean on, she's quite capable of taking care of herself when it comes down to it. Though she likes having people she can trust-theres one thing she keeps curled about herself like a security blanket-and it's her ability to rely on herself if all else fails as it has prior in her life.
- Open Minded - She'd never judge a person by their beliefs or their race or orientation. She believes everyone deserves respect and equality and therefor she treats everyone with the same kindness and respect no matter their social standing and status.
- Empathetic - She has an acute ability to decipher a person's feelings. Though her approach to them isn't always welcome-their reaction to her varies-she can tell simply by judging a persons body language or sometimes even in their speech.
HABITS/QUIRKS
- Hair Twirler - When she's concentrating or reading.....one of Gracie's curls is wrapped about her index finger.
- Inability to sit Still - Call it ADD, the girl can't sit still-she constantly changes her posistion or depending on where she's at will change where she's sitting or laying.
- Lip Biter - To keep herself from crying, or to simply keep herself from speaking her mind she bites her lower lip...when she's angry it can get to the point of drawing blood before she even realizes what she's doing.
BEST MEMORY "I remember that clearly-I had just turned twelve right before my daddy passed away. Me and mom were busy in the kitchen-she was trying to show me how to make a cake...I don't remember that part just right but it was just the three of us and the kitchen was full of sunlight and I'd gotten flour everywhere. I was trying to get it all off of me, smearing it all over my clothes and concentrating so hard I hadn't realized my parents were laughing at me-I turned...and they were framed in the sun, my dad's arms were around my mother and she was laughing into his chest, trying to keep quiet. I knew how perfect my life was in that moment-it was just me and mommy and daddy...and it ended in a huge mess of flour, smeared frosting and a ruined cake. It was the last time I remember my mother truly happy......"
WORST MEMORY "The days after my father died. He was the sun to us we revolved around him and he was what nurtured us. Everyone liked him..the funeral was huge and long...I remember being too numb to cry...standing at my mother's side my hand gripped tightly around her lax one. I knew in that instant nothing would ever be the same again, and that mom wouldn't either. When they lowered my father's casket into the ground I lost something and so did my mother. She spent the next weeks...months...a zombie...going through the day as if everything was a chore and blatantly ignoring me. I looked too much like him..took after him too much. The reminder was painful."
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ Eager to Please Gracie would do anything to keep you happy. She hates conflict and drama of any kind and tend to avoid it all costs. It can be frustrating at times to those who truly get lose to her, she'll put their needs and wants first, above her own-though this isn't as dramatic as it sounds. It usually revolves around her letting you pick the movie, or the lunch date and never questioning it-even if it interrupts something in her own personal schedule-she'll simply move things around and try not to step on any-toes in the process.
▪ Timid Though not completely shy, she comes off as timid-she has a quiet, breathy way of speaking that generally disappears after she gets to know you. Still, she gets flustered when a person tries to delve into her personal life, not at all eager to share her life story or have attention focused on her in the least. She's a follower and not a leader, and she never asks for a persons pity or sympathy. As much as she could get to know you, it's hard to get to know Gracie completely.
▪ Loving Once you befriend her-it'salmost automatic. She's a caring girl....and she'll do anything for you. If given the chance she'll easy fall in love though she hasn't met a guy she doesn't feel more then friendship towards.
▪ Innocent Gracie's led a sheltered life-having lived with her mother...and focusing her life around the parental figures needs and well-being, the girl didn't et out much. She's never been clubbing, never had a boyfriend, and most certainly never been on a date much less kissed. She doesn't curse, dirty words make her blush and any talk about the 3-letter word that begins with S sends her frantic t change the topic.
▪ Book-Smart Gracie's a smart-cookie. She's graduated in the top 10% of her class, AP Honors and other such gifted classes all fed her mind from a very early age. She might know a lot about Chemistry or Literature but she isn't very street-smart to say the least. She isn't equipped with any experience to allow her the knowledge of how the real world worked outside her cozy little Virginia town....though she'll learn fast in her new town and whether it makes her or breaks her is another story entirely.
▪ Contagious It's nearly impossible to stay in a bad mood when Gracie's around...she has an energy about her...a talent when it comes to cheering people up when they're at their lowest. She's cheerful, people tend to like her easily right off the bat rather then dislike her-though not to say there haven't been those who clearly dislike her for bubbly personality and charm. [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]
SO I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS KISS
[/FONT]YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN, BEEPER IN A THREE WAY[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
CURRENT RESIDENCE Appleton New York
MOTHER'S NAME Anne Grace Lovvorn
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Nurse
FATHER'S NAME Charles Alexander Lovvorn
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Deceased; Lawyer
SIBLINGS None.
OVERALL HISTORY
Gracie May was born in a small town, into a even smaller, upstanding family. Her parents were highly respected and regarded in the community. Her mother's health had always been frail and after the birth of their daughter, the doctors warned against having any more children-Gracie grew up as an only child.
She was doted upon-the light of her father's eyes and darling baby girl of her mother. They did everything to give her the very best-she attended a private school, grew up with an array of tutors, and though she seemed to be rather spoiled she was raised with strong ethnic morals.
Gracie had many friends and a busy life-she took gymnastics and ballet, her mother taught her to cook and even went over the basics of first aid and medicine...small things a child could remember.
Things didn't spiral out of control until at age 11 her father was diagnosed with cancer and a year later passed on. Nothing had ever prepared Gracie for so much hurt-and she didn't have the time to properly mourn...her mother completely collapsed and the responsibility fell on her shoulders to take care of things until her mother recovered....which she never fully did. A gap was wedged between the two her mother drifted through life as a ghost doing what was needed but involving herself in life as little as possible. She worked her shifts, came home, watched t.b picked at supper and went to bed. Gracie barely saw her and when she did-when they came within direct contact her mother would flinch away, eyes accusing and grief-stricken.
Gracie took after her dad-and though there wasn't much she could do about it, the young girl blamed herself for being a constant reminder.
She did the cooking and the cleaning-keeping things under control and throwing herself into school and house work. The only thing outside of class she kept up with was her ballet.....and her activity with her friends ceased all together outside of school.
Her life passed by uneventfully and when it came to applying for colleges-she knew she'd leave not just because it was what her father wanted....he'd be livid if she went to the local college, but because it was expected of her-teachers friends and what little family she still had all expected her to go off....her mother as well and so she did...picking a school not to far from home but far enough she felt as if she'd satisfied her loved-ones.
Her first semester will begin soon, her chosen major Art History...though she isn't an artist herself she has a love for it stemmed from her father.....she dreams of perhaps owning her own art gallery one day....among other aspirations that vary too much for her to really focus on.
Right now she wishes to adjust to the new town, get over her home-sickness and possibly make new friends-though in all honesty Applewood kind of gives her the creeps.
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SHININ' WITH THE GLEAM CHAIN
[/FONT]AND YOUR HONEY GIVIN' ME BRAIN, YOU CAN CATCH ME WATCHIN' AI[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
One week until school began.
Two slender legs pumped-in out in out....pushing the swing higher and higher until bare toes just barely skimmed the dark green leaves of the ancient oak tree. If she leaned back and got just a bit higher, she could see the sky a clean slate of a blue so deep she could fall right into it.
Legs stopped, swing slowed and she kept posistion, hands gripping the rusting chain, legs straight out in front of her-body leaned so far back her long hair would brush the dirt once the swing slowed...and it did...loosing height...loosing speed.
Long black curls brushed against the worn spot on the earth, sending small clouds of dirt into the air and finally she planted her feet on the ground-breathed in deeply and straightened herself out.
It was her favorite spot in all of Silver Creek, Alabama. It was a short walk from her house, through the woods...and out to the other side. The tree stood away from the rest, at the edge of the pasture. It stood tall and proud beside the gurgling creek that offered fresh water to sip, tadpoles to catch and of course -always always-always release.
Eyes closed she went back to a time nearly 10 years ago.
"Don't!" Grace tugged on her sister's arm, panic settling into her core. Erica's arms were outstretched-her back against her sister to keep her from moving nearer.
"You're going to kill him!" Tears were streaming down her face now-puffy little girl's cheek the color of roses. Her face was flushed, eyes a vivid, washed out blue.
'Everything dies Gracie." Erica said with a calm, clarity that went beyond her 12 years of age. The girl watched the tadpole's body squirm on the rock-watched the movements slow...it's tiny black body shudder it's gills flaring. The only sound was Grace's soft sobbing...even the birds had quieted.
Erica straightened-kicked the rock and the dead tadpole back into the creek-then turned-bracing her hands against her sister's shoulders and pushing. Gracie fell backwards-dirtying her skirt and scraping the palms of her hands.
"Don't be such a baby."
It was the summer Grace had learned a thing or two about her sister. She was utterly crazy, and Gracie couldn't bring herself to hate her for it. It was also the summer her and her sister had grown apart-not longer tied by the strange bonds of sharing a birth, and possibly a soul.
Her and her sister didn't get along much these days, having grown so far apart. It wasn't as if they fought, no not at all really it was more of...avoiding each other....setting paths that were separate and leading very different lives.
Grace stood from the swing-dusted off her white sundress. It was a Sunday...and she was still dressed in her good clothes. Church had been boring and dull as usual..but she participated only because it was the only thing her mother would sober up for and on rare occasions, her sister would get up early enough to join them.
Sometimes, Gracie could catch a glimpse of just how pretty her mom had been. Long golden hair, vivid green eyes....
She looked nothing like her mother. She was dark curls and blue eyes...features of her father...faults her mother liked to spit at when she was in a drunken stuper stronger then usual. Today, today they'd be safe.
A distant rumbling caught her attention and again Gracie's eyes were pulled skyward....blue...blue....gray. Clouds were building in the west-heavy and dark...and fast approaching. She bit her lower lip-snatched up her shoes and started for the woods. It was only a five minute walk to get to the other side, another five to get home.
If she ran, she might be able to beat the rain...there was no use getting soaked and having to do her hair over again....she did still have plans for the night. Gracie set off at a run, sandals swinging in her hands.
Two slender legs pumped-in out in out....pushing the swing higher and higher until bare toes just barely skimmed the dark green leaves of the ancient oak tree. If she leaned back and got just a bit higher, she could see the sky a clean slate of a blue so deep she could fall right into it.
Legs stopped, swing slowed and she kept posistion, hands gripping the rusting chain, legs straight out in front of her-body leaned so far back her long hair would brush the dirt once the swing slowed...and it did...loosing height...loosing speed.
Long black curls brushed against the worn spot on the earth, sending small clouds of dirt into the air and finally she planted her feet on the ground-breathed in deeply and straightened herself out.
It was her favorite spot in all of Silver Creek, Alabama. It was a short walk from her house, through the woods...and out to the other side. The tree stood away from the rest, at the edge of the pasture. It stood tall and proud beside the gurgling creek that offered fresh water to sip, tadpoles to catch and of course -always always-always release.
Eyes closed she went back to a time nearly 10 years ago.
"Don't!" Grace tugged on her sister's arm, panic settling into her core. Erica's arms were outstretched-her back against her sister to keep her from moving nearer.
"You're going to kill him!" Tears were streaming down her face now-puffy little girl's cheek the color of roses. Her face was flushed, eyes a vivid, washed out blue.
'Everything dies Gracie." Erica said with a calm, clarity that went beyond her 12 years of age. The girl watched the tadpole's body squirm on the rock-watched the movements slow...it's tiny black body shudder it's gills flaring. The only sound was Grace's soft sobbing...even the birds had quieted.
Erica straightened-kicked the rock and the dead tadpole back into the creek-then turned-bracing her hands against her sister's shoulders and pushing. Gracie fell backwards-dirtying her skirt and scraping the palms of her hands.
"Don't be such a baby."
It was the summer Grace had learned a thing or two about her sister. She was utterly crazy, and Gracie couldn't bring herself to hate her for it. It was also the summer her and her sister had grown apart-not longer tied by the strange bonds of sharing a birth, and possibly a soul.
Her and her sister didn't get along much these days, having grown so far apart. It wasn't as if they fought, no not at all really it was more of...avoiding each other....setting paths that were separate and leading very different lives.
Grace stood from the swing-dusted off her white sundress. It was a Sunday...and she was still dressed in her good clothes. Church had been boring and dull as usual..but she participated only because it was the only thing her mother would sober up for and on rare occasions, her sister would get up early enough to join them.
Sometimes, Gracie could catch a glimpse of just how pretty her mom had been. Long golden hair, vivid green eyes....
She looked nothing like her mother. She was dark curls and blue eyes...features of her father...faults her mother liked to spit at when she was in a drunken stuper stronger then usual. Today, today they'd be safe.
A distant rumbling caught her attention and again Gracie's eyes were pulled skyward....blue...blue....gray. Clouds were building in the west-heavy and dark...and fast approaching. She bit her lower lip-snatched up her shoes and started for the woods. It was only a five minute walk to get to the other side, another five to get home.
If she ran, she might be able to beat the rain...there was no use getting soaked and having to do her hair over again....she did still have plans for the night. Gracie set off at a run, sandals swinging in her hands.