Post by NYX DESIREE LABELLE on Apr 3, 2011 14:34:19 GMT -5
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nyx desiree labelle
[/color][/i]nyx desiree labelle
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" you're a hot mess, and i'm fallin' for you"[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Hailz
~ how did you find us?: An advertisement... somewhere.
~i also play: soon to play Naomi Devan, and Valerie Ravenwood
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~ my name is : Nyx Desiree Labelle
~ call me : Nyxie
~ i am : seventeen
~ born on : october thirty-first, ninteen-ninety-four
~ my twin : susan coffey
~ gender : female
~ i like : both
~ species : human
~ type : N/A
~ animal form : N/A
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~ about me :Nyx is quite an unusual girl. She's rebellious and adventureous, and tends to like to cause mayhem. Devious, deceptive, sneaky and clever are good ways to describe her, and she works solo. This girl has a talent for hotwiring and repairing cars, as well as breaking into buildings. She never gets caught, either. She can also be flirty and a tease, and quite a bit of a slut. Uner all this, however, she's a very loyal and sweet girl when she wants to be, but she tells it like it is and won't sugarcoat anything.
Her downsides would be the fact she's a bitch, and she knows it. Sarcasm is one of her fluent languages. She's also got a horrible temper, and will snap if you piss her off. And she's scary when she's mad. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, unless it'll get her into even more trouble. And she isn't very trusting due to her past. Her past also makes her very self-concious, and she hides the scars on her back as much as she can. She does enjoy being in the crowd and parties a lot.
~ my family : Stephen Labelle (50, deceased); Wyona Devonier (45, Unemployed); Trevor Devonier (49, Lawyer, stepfather)
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]music
[/li][li][/color]trouble
[/li][li][/color]gummiworms
[/li][li][/color]cars
[/li][li][/color]sex
[/li][li][/color]parties
[/li][li][/color]alcohol
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]disorganization
[/li][li][/color]preps
[/li][li][/color]vulnerability
[/li][li][/color]golfing
[/li][li][/color]repetitive tasks
[/li][li][/color]rules
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~ history :
It was a cold October night when the baby was born, inside a hospital in Los Angeles, California. With her father, Hal, at her mother, Wyona's, side, they welcomed Nyx into the world. With her mother's looks, she was beautiful. In a well-established, safe area, the family brought Nyx home and they were happy.
As the little girl grew, she gained her father's personality. Her love of knowledge had her learning things at an early age, always having her nose in a book of some sorts. She loved to figure things out, and explore with her father. Her mother, however, distanced herself from her daughter because Nyx was timid and not the bubbly popular girl she wanted. Nyx ignored this, however, spending her time either alone or with her father.
But of couse, all good things come to an end. Her father was killed in a car accident when she was thirteen, sending her into depression. Without the income, Nyx and her mother moved to New York City, into a rather ghetto-ish neighbourhood, and her mother worked two full-time jobs. Her mother also started drinking and drugs, completely distancing herself from the daughter that looked after her. That's when Trevor came in, a customer at her mother's waitressing job who took an interest in her... and Nyx.
Not long after, her mother married Trevor, and they moved into his suburban bungalow. Trevor continued to advance on Nyx, and when she turned fifteen he began raping and abusing her, his favourite tool to use was his knife. Of course, her mother didn't care. After two years, Nyx found the acceptance letters. Her mother, under Trevor's influence, had hidden them from her. She packed her things and took off, leaving to Cleveland City in hope of starting a new life..
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~ role play sample :
She was alone. The evening sun shone through the windows at the side of the room, tinting everything with hues of orange, yellow, and pink. The floor was clean, there was silence. Everyone had gone back to their dorms by this time so she didn't risk being interrupted. It was peaceful in this place, a soothing aura that encompassed the young woman as she stood still, entranced in her thoughts. She let everything slide away from her mind; her worries and cares seemed to whisp quickly away like a breeze on a hot summer's day.
The calmness of the room helped Carmena center herself. It gave her a sense of safety, which she rarely felt anymore. Safety had been an issue since the accident, but not in the sense someone would usually assume. She feared the pain of losing someone again, of trusting the wrong person and getting hurt. Her heart could only break so many times before it shattered into thousands of little pieces that couldn't be reassembled. Here, though, her mind drifted away from that. The sun seemed to pull the negative away from the burdened girl, making her feel light as air.
She could breathe.
The silence was erased with the sound of a slow tune, a melody on the piano done by Ludovico Einaudi. Nuovole Blanche, to be exact. It was one that put the little Italian in a state of Nirvana, and she began her dance. Ballet slippers let her move up into a point, slowly moving with the slow beginning of the song. She hardly ever opened her eyes, knowing every move by heart in her mind like it was a home movie, guiding her from move to move gracefully. Her body obeyed her mind in perfect synchronization.
Every step she took was elegent, every pose perfect. She was flawless in her steps, and it was evident much time and effort had been placed in this particular routine. It was true, she took her dancing very seriously, and this song seemed to touch her heart and soul more so than most. She became the melody, flowing easily with the tune and keeping in harmony with the rhythm. It looked easy, what she was doing, though it required skill and grace to pull off the moves perfectly.
She could move.
Dance had always been something the little Italian was passionate about. From an early age she was enrolled in prestigious dance academies, learning from the best that money could get. Her talent was incredible, everyone said. This and her music were her strong suits, writing and sports following. But dance would always be her passion, her release. It gave her a chance to express herself when her words failed to do so. Even if she was only by herself, it helped her tune into her emotions, know exactly how she was feeling and interpret into the spirit of the dance.
The music sped up further, the moves getting more intense and light as the sad song became more joyous. Her heart soared as she kept going, twirling and leaping with poise that would make an angel jealous. She could act like herself again when she danced, let out the happy girl that had been trapped under the rubble of her broken heart. Dancing turned back time, it made her feel alive again. She didn't have to worry about being loved and cared for because the music did that for her. Life wasn't just numb like it usually was. The weight of depression was lifted from her, like it was no big deal.
She could feel.
The calmness of the room helped Carmena center herself. It gave her a sense of safety, which she rarely felt anymore. Safety had been an issue since the accident, but not in the sense someone would usually assume. She feared the pain of losing someone again, of trusting the wrong person and getting hurt. Her heart could only break so many times before it shattered into thousands of little pieces that couldn't be reassembled. Here, though, her mind drifted away from that. The sun seemed to pull the negative away from the burdened girl, making her feel light as air.
She could breathe.
The silence was erased with the sound of a slow tune, a melody on the piano done by Ludovico Einaudi. Nuovole Blanche, to be exact. It was one that put the little Italian in a state of Nirvana, and she began her dance. Ballet slippers let her move up into a point, slowly moving with the slow beginning of the song. She hardly ever opened her eyes, knowing every move by heart in her mind like it was a home movie, guiding her from move to move gracefully. Her body obeyed her mind in perfect synchronization.
Every step she took was elegent, every pose perfect. She was flawless in her steps, and it was evident much time and effort had been placed in this particular routine. It was true, she took her dancing very seriously, and this song seemed to touch her heart and soul more so than most. She became the melody, flowing easily with the tune and keeping in harmony with the rhythm. It looked easy, what she was doing, though it required skill and grace to pull off the moves perfectly.
She could move.
Dance had always been something the little Italian was passionate about. From an early age she was enrolled in prestigious dance academies, learning from the best that money could get. Her talent was incredible, everyone said. This and her music were her strong suits, writing and sports following. But dance would always be her passion, her release. It gave her a chance to express herself when her words failed to do so. Even if she was only by herself, it helped her tune into her emotions, know exactly how she was feeling and interpret into the spirit of the dance.
The music sped up further, the moves getting more intense and light as the sad song became more joyous. Her heart soared as she kept going, twirling and leaping with poise that would make an angel jealous. She could act like herself again when she danced, let out the happy girl that had been trapped under the rubble of her broken heart. Dancing turned back time, it made her feel alive again. She didn't have to worry about being loved and cared for because the music did that for her. Life wasn't just numb like it usually was. The weight of depression was lifted from her, like it was no big deal.
She could feel.
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to follow these rules and understand the consequence for
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