Post by Gloria Caldwell on Jan 11, 2007 0:55:22 GMT -5
x The Basics x
Name: Gloria Ava Caldwell
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Hometown: Miami
Intended Course: Teaching assistant for an English 101?
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
x. candles.
x. pizza.
x. kids.
x. tattoos.
x. her hair.
x. her car.
x. the beach at sunset.
Dislikes:
x. hotdogs.
x. rollerblades.
x. the dark.
x. ignorance.
x. stupid people.
Personality:
Sweet and fun-loving, Gloria hardly walks around without a smile gracing her pretty features. Some would say she's down to earth, others might say she's not quite right, but Gloria has a wicked sense of humor. But her sense of humor only enhances her sarcasm. On average, she's really nice and easy to get along with most days. She prides herself on being able to stay calm in any situation, no matter how bizarre it may happen to be.
But beneath the sugar coated sarcasm, there's a bad girl simmering quietly. She's very protective of her friends and family and will personally kick anyone's @ss who even thinks about hurting the people she care's about in anyway shape or form. In some ways, she's very possessive. She likes to keep people to herself and hardly ever shares on ceratin occassions. Gloria has a knack for getting herself into horrible situations, somehow managing to weasle her way out of them at the same time. Her alluring charm is helpful to that.
And it helps that she has an Earth-shattering smile to boot. Behind her big, pretty brown eyes, dark skin and full pink lips, she's a sassy, wanton, grown adult, who doesn't shy away from anything. Her motto is to live each day like it's her last. And she certainly does just that.
Past: (at least two paragraphs)
Gloria had always known she'd wanted to be a teacher. Even when she was little, prancing around in her living room in her frilly dresses and her matching blue barretts, she'd always rattled off her ambitions of one day teaching her own class. She often pretended her porcelain china dolls, as she wasn't a child to adopt teddy bears and stuffed animals, were her own little class. And she would teach them things. Lots of little things. Their ABC's and 123's. She adored teaching her inatimate objects, in turn, teaching herself more then anyone else ever had.
But her parents were against her ambitions to become a teacher. Far be it for them, who's social standing and prestige were far more improtant then intelligence, which Gloria didn't know they lacked as a child. Her mother, Maria Caldwell, was intently focused on her apperance and how much money she had left in her bank account to splurge on yet another rather expensive dress. When Gloria was just a little girl, Maria would spend hours primping and polishing her, as if she were her very own little china doll, and for some time, Gloria believed that it was all about how you liked. That you couldn't make it through life if you weren't pretty. Or beautiful. Her mother had been beautiful. All elegance and grace.
Maria prided herself on her looks and she encouraged Gloria to do the same. To prance around as if the entire world should bow down at her feet. Gloria didn't understand her mother's view on life, nor did she understand her father's any better. Dexter Caldwell was a power hungry man. Gloria had known that from the moment she was born. He didn't care for children, ignoring the fact that she was even in the house most of the time. The only times he acknowledged her was when they were out in public. Posing, smiling. Creating the image of their quasi-happy existance.
But life inside Caldwell Manor was anything but happy. Gloria grew up under the watchful eye of her parents as they shaped and molded her into the pre-bubescent teenager she'd become. At eleven years old, her ambitions to teach weren't any less strong then they had been when she was four. But her mother continuously squashed her dreams. Telling her it was useless. Pointless. That she'd never make a difference in anyone's life. But Gloria had wanted to believe in more. And for a time... it worked.
For a time, she was happy. With her mother berating her and her father simply ignoring her. But that all changed when she had her first period. When she became a woman. Her daddy finally noticed her. The beautiful girl she'd grown into. By the time she was fourteen, Gloria was exceptionally beautiful. With long dark air, and her own delicate porcelain looks about her, framed behind big brown eyes and full, pink pouty lips, she hadn't gone unnoticed by her father.
Her mother, who Gloria had thought would always pride her on being beautiful, had started chasatizing Gloria for being too beautiful. For taking too much pride in herself. Gloria hated being beautiful. Hated having money. Hated living behind superficial lies and fancy clothes. She'd been born into a life where she never wanted for nothing. At least, when it came to materialistic things. But love, affection? Gloria lacked what other kids her age seemed to crave for. Further pushing her ambition to teach. To let kids know that it didn't matter whether they were beautiful or not. It didn't matter whether they had money or not. They were all the same.
But what beauty she'd ever saw in herself had crumbled the day her father stole her innocence. Taking it as his own. Taking it without consenting with her. Taking it, over and over, until her tears could no longer fall from her eyes. Until her throat was so hoarse, her voice had been lost somewhere between her muffled screams. Her mother had turned a blind eye. She'd barely been fifteen. She was just a child.
And she'd forever stay in that child's mindset that it had been her fault. That she'd taunted him, given him the wrong signal, somehow. Forgetting the simple fact that he was her father. Her blood. He was supposed to protect her. Not hurt her.
Gloria ran away from home a few months after that incident, and she hasn't seen her parents since. For months she spent wandering the streets of Miami, sleeping under this bridge or in that alleyway, doing her best to keep as warm as she possibly could. She kept going to school, since it was a public school, they couldn't kick her out, and they didn't have to know she was homeless either. Her parents never even bothered to look for her.
If it hadn't been for Brian... Gloria was sure she wouldn't be able to follow her dreams. Because Brian saved her. When she was seventeen, she'd run into a group of people who were doing nothing but passing time with a little under the ground activities.
Street racing. Cars. Fast cars. Standing on the sidelines in her tattered jeans, her thin tank-top, and a hoody that was much too large for her body, she still carried an elegance about her that wasn't hard to miss. Brian, being nineteen at the time, hadn't failed to notice her a she stood there watching the cars, watching the people and the lights. Gloria was fascinated.
To say the rest his pretty much history is an understatement. Brian approached her that night and offered to buy her a meal. Breakfast, lunch or dinner... Gloria hadn't cared. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten something. She'd accepted, with some hesitation, not knowing that it would have been the best deicision she ever could have made.
Graduating from high school, recieving her diploma and earning a scholarship to the University of Miami, Gloria took the road to acheiving her dreams. To become a teacher. She'd moved in with Brian after that night, and even joined in some nights in racing gigs, and she'd never failed to thank Brian on a day to day basis. On saving her. On helping her. On being her friend...
To this day, she's still living with Brian. They're the best of friends and Gloria would do anything for him. Having already completed four years at the University of Miami, she still needs two more years under her belt, but is spending her last year as a TA for an English course on campus. While her past still haunts her some days, Gloria holds her head high, hoping, that she'll simply be able to make it through another day, while still attempting to ignore her growing attraction for her best friend.
x Sample RP x:
[Taken from another board, hope that's okay! <3]
She wasn't likely to linger anywhere inside. So used to being caught underneath the stars, between the slicing sheets of rain, under the heavy coat of black night, Jade listened to the quiet sounds of the campus night life. Seattle, as dreary and rainy as it could be, was constantly pulsing with life. A party here, a party there, another shot of this or that, another drink, another john. There was always another lined up, no matter what it was, and Jade couldn't humble the exposed quiet of Horizon's wilderness. She needed life. Needed adrenaline.
Throwing her into a dorm with a bunch of people she didn't know wasn't what bothered her. Hell, she could even stand sleeping in the bed a night or two. But it was the cattiness, the chatters brushing across the dorms stillness that bothered her. Listening to the constant whining of 'Daddy touched me', 'Mommy didn't love me'... and the smell of salty wet tears after a bad dream had sent her into a frenzy. She hated being cooped up, and even worse, when they wouldn't shut up about it. Big f*cking deal. She probably shouldn't have told them all to shut the f*ck up before she'd stomped out of the warmth of the dorm and into the cold biting air of the winder night, but she'd prefer the cold over the incessent whining.
Elegant fingers combed through her golden blonde hair, stark against the contrast of the moon's pale light washing across the grounds in front of her, coating a fine sheen of white blanket across the darkness coveting her. Night was still around her, through the trees, minus the soft breeze or two that whispered past her, but otherwise quiet. A quiet that burned her, burned through her flesh. She didn't like the quiet. She needed the sirens, the sounds, the pulsing beats of rain against the ground.
Jabbing her hand into the pocket of her jean skirt, her clothes doing little to hide the grips of the Washington cold biting at her flesh, whispering up over her bare legs reaching beneath the material of her faded denim skirt. Jade closed her hand around the needle and the vile tucked firmly away in her pocket. Leah had taken everything she could have found, and Jade had forgotten about the the little bit she'd hidden away. She'd hidden it so well, she hadn't even remembered it was there, until she'd started digging through her bag for her journal...
At least now she'd have the opportunity. The campus was still all around her and Jade couldn't escape the silence if she wanted to. Fingering the needle in her pocket, Jade stepped off of the trail that led around towards the other side of campus, pushing her way towards the dense line of trees, dark woods stretching for miles in front of her. Darkenss blanketed her as she stepped away from the light of the moon, making for the tree with the thickest trunk, teetering near the campus' edge, but far enough back for her to rest comfortably. Comfortably, and hopefully numbly. She'd have to do it quick and easy, though.
Getting caught was the last thing Jade wanted, and the furthest thing from her mind as she pushed closer to the tree, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound echoing through the darkness.
Name: Gloria Ava Caldwell
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Hometown: Miami
Intended Course: Teaching assistant for an English 101?
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
x. candles.
x. pizza.
x. kids.
x. tattoos.
x. her hair.
x. her car.
x. the beach at sunset.
Dislikes:
x. hotdogs.
x. rollerblades.
x. the dark.
x. ignorance.
x. stupid people.
Personality:
Sweet and fun-loving, Gloria hardly walks around without a smile gracing her pretty features. Some would say she's down to earth, others might say she's not quite right, but Gloria has a wicked sense of humor. But her sense of humor only enhances her sarcasm. On average, she's really nice and easy to get along with most days. She prides herself on being able to stay calm in any situation, no matter how bizarre it may happen to be.
But beneath the sugar coated sarcasm, there's a bad girl simmering quietly. She's very protective of her friends and family and will personally kick anyone's @ss who even thinks about hurting the people she care's about in anyway shape or form. In some ways, she's very possessive. She likes to keep people to herself and hardly ever shares on ceratin occassions. Gloria has a knack for getting herself into horrible situations, somehow managing to weasle her way out of them at the same time. Her alluring charm is helpful to that.
And it helps that she has an Earth-shattering smile to boot. Behind her big, pretty brown eyes, dark skin and full pink lips, she's a sassy, wanton, grown adult, who doesn't shy away from anything. Her motto is to live each day like it's her last. And she certainly does just that.
Past: (at least two paragraphs)
Gloria had always known she'd wanted to be a teacher. Even when she was little, prancing around in her living room in her frilly dresses and her matching blue barretts, she'd always rattled off her ambitions of one day teaching her own class. She often pretended her porcelain china dolls, as she wasn't a child to adopt teddy bears and stuffed animals, were her own little class. And she would teach them things. Lots of little things. Their ABC's and 123's. She adored teaching her inatimate objects, in turn, teaching herself more then anyone else ever had.
But her parents were against her ambitions to become a teacher. Far be it for them, who's social standing and prestige were far more improtant then intelligence, which Gloria didn't know they lacked as a child. Her mother, Maria Caldwell, was intently focused on her apperance and how much money she had left in her bank account to splurge on yet another rather expensive dress. When Gloria was just a little girl, Maria would spend hours primping and polishing her, as if she were her very own little china doll, and for some time, Gloria believed that it was all about how you liked. That you couldn't make it through life if you weren't pretty. Or beautiful. Her mother had been beautiful. All elegance and grace.
Maria prided herself on her looks and she encouraged Gloria to do the same. To prance around as if the entire world should bow down at her feet. Gloria didn't understand her mother's view on life, nor did she understand her father's any better. Dexter Caldwell was a power hungry man. Gloria had known that from the moment she was born. He didn't care for children, ignoring the fact that she was even in the house most of the time. The only times he acknowledged her was when they were out in public. Posing, smiling. Creating the image of their quasi-happy existance.
But life inside Caldwell Manor was anything but happy. Gloria grew up under the watchful eye of her parents as they shaped and molded her into the pre-bubescent teenager she'd become. At eleven years old, her ambitions to teach weren't any less strong then they had been when she was four. But her mother continuously squashed her dreams. Telling her it was useless. Pointless. That she'd never make a difference in anyone's life. But Gloria had wanted to believe in more. And for a time... it worked.
For a time, she was happy. With her mother berating her and her father simply ignoring her. But that all changed when she had her first period. When she became a woman. Her daddy finally noticed her. The beautiful girl she'd grown into. By the time she was fourteen, Gloria was exceptionally beautiful. With long dark air, and her own delicate porcelain looks about her, framed behind big brown eyes and full, pink pouty lips, she hadn't gone unnoticed by her father.
Her mother, who Gloria had thought would always pride her on being beautiful, had started chasatizing Gloria for being too beautiful. For taking too much pride in herself. Gloria hated being beautiful. Hated having money. Hated living behind superficial lies and fancy clothes. She'd been born into a life where she never wanted for nothing. At least, when it came to materialistic things. But love, affection? Gloria lacked what other kids her age seemed to crave for. Further pushing her ambition to teach. To let kids know that it didn't matter whether they were beautiful or not. It didn't matter whether they had money or not. They were all the same.
But what beauty she'd ever saw in herself had crumbled the day her father stole her innocence. Taking it as his own. Taking it without consenting with her. Taking it, over and over, until her tears could no longer fall from her eyes. Until her throat was so hoarse, her voice had been lost somewhere between her muffled screams. Her mother had turned a blind eye. She'd barely been fifteen. She was just a child.
And she'd forever stay in that child's mindset that it had been her fault. That she'd taunted him, given him the wrong signal, somehow. Forgetting the simple fact that he was her father. Her blood. He was supposed to protect her. Not hurt her.
Gloria ran away from home a few months after that incident, and she hasn't seen her parents since. For months she spent wandering the streets of Miami, sleeping under this bridge or in that alleyway, doing her best to keep as warm as she possibly could. She kept going to school, since it was a public school, they couldn't kick her out, and they didn't have to know she was homeless either. Her parents never even bothered to look for her.
If it hadn't been for Brian... Gloria was sure she wouldn't be able to follow her dreams. Because Brian saved her. When she was seventeen, she'd run into a group of people who were doing nothing but passing time with a little under the ground activities.
Street racing. Cars. Fast cars. Standing on the sidelines in her tattered jeans, her thin tank-top, and a hoody that was much too large for her body, she still carried an elegance about her that wasn't hard to miss. Brian, being nineteen at the time, hadn't failed to notice her a she stood there watching the cars, watching the people and the lights. Gloria was fascinated.
To say the rest his pretty much history is an understatement. Brian approached her that night and offered to buy her a meal. Breakfast, lunch or dinner... Gloria hadn't cared. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten something. She'd accepted, with some hesitation, not knowing that it would have been the best deicision she ever could have made.
Graduating from high school, recieving her diploma and earning a scholarship to the University of Miami, Gloria took the road to acheiving her dreams. To become a teacher. She'd moved in with Brian after that night, and even joined in some nights in racing gigs, and she'd never failed to thank Brian on a day to day basis. On saving her. On helping her. On being her friend...
To this day, she's still living with Brian. They're the best of friends and Gloria would do anything for him. Having already completed four years at the University of Miami, she still needs two more years under her belt, but is spending her last year as a TA for an English course on campus. While her past still haunts her some days, Gloria holds her head high, hoping, that she'll simply be able to make it through another day, while still attempting to ignore her growing attraction for her best friend.
x Sample RP x:
[Taken from another board, hope that's okay! <3]
She wasn't likely to linger anywhere inside. So used to being caught underneath the stars, between the slicing sheets of rain, under the heavy coat of black night, Jade listened to the quiet sounds of the campus night life. Seattle, as dreary and rainy as it could be, was constantly pulsing with life. A party here, a party there, another shot of this or that, another drink, another john. There was always another lined up, no matter what it was, and Jade couldn't humble the exposed quiet of Horizon's wilderness. She needed life. Needed adrenaline.
Throwing her into a dorm with a bunch of people she didn't know wasn't what bothered her. Hell, she could even stand sleeping in the bed a night or two. But it was the cattiness, the chatters brushing across the dorms stillness that bothered her. Listening to the constant whining of 'Daddy touched me', 'Mommy didn't love me'... and the smell of salty wet tears after a bad dream had sent her into a frenzy. She hated being cooped up, and even worse, when they wouldn't shut up about it. Big f*cking deal. She probably shouldn't have told them all to shut the f*ck up before she'd stomped out of the warmth of the dorm and into the cold biting air of the winder night, but she'd prefer the cold over the incessent whining.
Elegant fingers combed through her golden blonde hair, stark against the contrast of the moon's pale light washing across the grounds in front of her, coating a fine sheen of white blanket across the darkness coveting her. Night was still around her, through the trees, minus the soft breeze or two that whispered past her, but otherwise quiet. A quiet that burned her, burned through her flesh. She didn't like the quiet. She needed the sirens, the sounds, the pulsing beats of rain against the ground.
Jabbing her hand into the pocket of her jean skirt, her clothes doing little to hide the grips of the Washington cold biting at her flesh, whispering up over her bare legs reaching beneath the material of her faded denim skirt. Jade closed her hand around the needle and the vile tucked firmly away in her pocket. Leah had taken everything she could have found, and Jade had forgotten about the the little bit she'd hidden away. She'd hidden it so well, she hadn't even remembered it was there, until she'd started digging through her bag for her journal...
At least now she'd have the opportunity. The campus was still all around her and Jade couldn't escape the silence if she wanted to. Fingering the needle in her pocket, Jade stepped off of the trail that led around towards the other side of campus, pushing her way towards the dense line of trees, dark woods stretching for miles in front of her. Darkenss blanketed her as she stepped away from the light of the moon, making for the tree with the thickest trunk, teetering near the campus' edge, but far enough back for her to rest comfortably. Comfortably, and hopefully numbly. She'd have to do it quick and easy, though.
Getting caught was the last thing Jade wanted, and the furthest thing from her mind as she pushed closer to the tree, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound echoing through the darkness.
