Post by isa odette pomme on Aug 1, 2009 23:19:09 GMT -5
ISADORA ODETTE
POMME
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hi, my name is isa and i am twenty . i belong with the local and i'm unrestrained .
.o1 PRIVATE & DIFFICULT. isa is difficult. difficult to manipulate, difficult to persuade, and difficult to open up. but don’t let that deter you from trying to know her, because if you put in the time you’ll find that you won’t regret it. under that seemingly-impossible-to-crack outer shell, she’s a lovable little thing that will never leave your side should you ask her to remain there. she puts up the defense because her largest fear is being seriously taken advantage of in a very dramatic situation, whether it be physically or emotionally. therefore, if she doesn’t let anyone in too easily, they can’t hurt her and leave her there with nothing left. it almost rather strategic, if you think about it, and possibly for the most important reasons. she’s a very private person and doesn’t like sharing things, and won’t likely tell you too many “deep” things about herself unless you’re very close. even then there are things that she both refuses and refrains from talking about, whether it be because she’s uncomfortable talking about it or because she just doesn’t want you to possess that piece of knowledge, which have caused her trouble in the past when it comes to relationships.
.o2 OPINIONATED & PATIENT. for as long as she can remember, isa has had an opinion about nearly everything. she’s not one of those unbearable people because of it, mostly because isa has disciplined herself and is very capable of controlling her temper. she won’t become worked up quickly, however, that doesn’t mean she won’t express her distaste for whatever it is that she is having to control her temper for. if she thinks those pants make your butt look big, she’ll tell you. if she doesn’t like something you said, she’ll tell you. if she doesn’t like your new haircut, she’ll tell you. however, she’ll often do it subtly, especially so if it’s a sensitive situation. it’s not like isa is cold-hearted, it’s actually just that the one thing she actually is open about is her agreement or disagreement upon certain subjects. because she isn’t easily angered, isa is essentially one of the most patient people that you’ll ever meet. she doesn’t become irritated or snippy if she has to wait in line for a half hour to check out her groceries, mostly because she finds a way to occupy herself while waiting; whether it be imagining what the person in front of her is going to use that fish oil for, or if she could envision her mother doing the same thing as that person over there.
.o3 CALM & SELF-RELIANT. isa is not one for being “in-your-face outgoing” at all. people like that occasionally make her uncomfortable, and she respects the fact that they might make other people uncomfortable as well. therefore, the majority of the time she’s very calm and collected and will sit down and have an intelligent conversation with you. however this doesn’t make her a boring person, because isa can be highly entertaining if you get her going. she’ll be goofy and act stupid just like everyone else, just not really so much around people she barely knows. she has a sense of humor, and actually likes being humored and is occasionally funny herself.
isa is a very self-reliant person, and also very independent. through her years in school she never really liked working with groups, not because she didn’t like working with people, but because she was always placed in groups where she was either left with all the work and such. isa doesn’t work well under pressure and becomes extremely stressed and anxious, and worries about nearly everything. her self-reliance is also an issue when it comes to dealing with her problems. she doesn’t want to pester people by going to them and asking for help with something, and thinks that she can figure out the solution all on her own. it’s almost a slight fear of annoying someone by asking for them to listen to her, so she refrains from doing so as much as possible.
.o4 INDECISIVE & WORRIED. she’s not a decision maker, not at all. isa making decisions can take hours, or even days on occasion. she’s very, very careful about it, and will take as much time as she considers needed to make the right decision, or what she considers to be the right decision. and isa will worry about it, and worry about it, and worry about it some more until she finally makes the decision or sees the result. she tends to stress herself out over the simplest things and always over-prepares for things like exams or job interviews and such, because she would rather be over-prepared than be caught off-guard right on the spot. that makes her more nervous and uncomfortable than anything that has ever existed before. she hates having to improvise, even though she can occasionally pull something off with improvisation. it doesn’t mean she likes it. she doesn’t have a quick wit and isn’t the greatest with comebacks and such, but if you do ever manage to get her worked up or angry, that can all change very quickly and she will proceed to speak – sometimes – without thinking.
.o5 INITIATIVE & PERFECTIONIST. isa will initiate a conversation with someone, should the situation call for it. she’s not afraid to talk to people, she actually does quite often and makes friends relatively easily. she likes having friends, it’s just letting those friends in where the problem occurs. she’s also a very, very huge perfectionist. when it comes to an art piece, she lives by the idea that there is always room for improvement. a piece is never completely satisfactory, and there’s always something that looks wrong about it. that is really the only place where she applies her perfectionism, mostly because she wants to impress someone with it right off the bat and not have to go back and have second thoughts about something or change it.
isadora pomme was born to gerald and nanette pomme on the seventh of october. she was the only child born to the couple, as all other attempts they made for a child before her failed. thus, isa became a precious possession of the pommes, one that they wouldn’t let out of their site for a moment. thus being said, she was a relatively sheltered child and her parents were most definitely over-protective of her. her mother dropped her off at kindergarten every morning and waited until she was completely inside the school – holding up traffic if need be – to ensure that her daughter wouldn’t be plucked off the sidewalk and taken away. her childhood was not very interesting, and was a lot like the average child’s.
however, at the age of ten isa’s mother became pregnant with another child after several months of trying. everything went fine with the pregnancy, it was a healthy nine months and a healthy delivery. but the baby, isa’s new little brother, was born with a severe heart defect and died three weeks later in the hospital. isa’s mother was never the same and lapsed into a deep depression, eventually causing her to have to go onto a medication and see a therapist weekly. isa didn’t understand what was wrong with her mother and grew distant, and became closer to her father after this experience. her father was her best friend in that household for the last eight years she spent there.
upon graduating high school, isadora moved from her parents house and set off to live on her own, finally independent at last. it was actually a relief to be on her own, considering when she had lived at home it had felt like there were always eyes watching her every move, like she couldn’t do anything herself without it being found out. she moved from their home in kansas to several places at first, before finally settling on a place in osdale, michigan. she’s hoping for her art to be noticed, or to open her own studio of both traditional art and photography.
hi my name is eliza and i am sixteen years old. i'm a female. i just wanted to let you know that fashion statement suicide, okay? and i've been roleplaying for five years. i like roleplaying females because i’m terrible with writing men, and here's what i do.
what on earth had possessed evita to do such a thing? really, go out walking at night? perhaps she was subconsciously expressing the want to be kidnapped, or mugged, or pulled behind a bush and assaulted. really, eva? really? there were some things that she was doing that even she, herself, was beginning to question, evidently.
whatever had provoked her to do something so stupid and senseless, she couldn't really go back now. or, well, she could - she could always just turn around and find her way home in the dark. but she found that it was actually... kind of nice. it was peaceful at night, albeit a little... creepy, but peaceful nonetheless. maybe she would do this more often. she could bring her dog, then perhaps she'd feel a bit more confident waltzing through the neighborhood in the black of night? perhaps, but only perhaps.
as of right now, though, she had no dog with her. it was merely herself, walking through the park, in the dark, clad in the outfit she'd donned this morning and a light jacket. the top layer of her long curls were pulled back with a small rubberband, removing them from her face and leaving them to hang atop the underlayers of curls that were resting against her back unrestrained.
she hummed lightly to herself, strolling as nonchalantly as she could through the park. just when she thought she was growing accustomed to the overwhelming blackness, a sighting of another being - or she assumed it was a human - stopped her dead in her tracks. who...? it was a man, she could tell that much. evita's mouth ran dry. she wanted to turn around and avoid being seen - if she wasn't already, that is - but her legs felt rooted to the spot. she couldn't do anything but stand there and stare, though whether it was in horror or growing curiosity, she was unsure.
upon further examination, he didn't really look... dangerous. he looked familiar. he looked like... like someone she knew. like... like -
"jonah." she breathed, almost silently, to herself, out of both relief and mild confusion. what was he doing here so late? not that she should really question it, after all he had done stranger things that she could easily account for. she began to walk in his direction, taking in new details with every step. he looked relatively disheveled, which lead her to wonder what would have him in such a state.
"jonah?" she stopped at least ten feet away from him, a mite wary still. "you look..." was there a word for it? if there was, it wasn't coming to eva's mind. she took a step closer, still a good distance away, but capable of observing him clearly from where she stood. blood. there was blood on his face. evita felt sick, though whether it was provoked by the blood itself or by the idea of jonah bleeding, or by the conjured up reasons as to why jonah might be bleeding, she was unsure.
"jonah, what in god's name happened?"
whatever had provoked her to do something so stupid and senseless, she couldn't really go back now. or, well, she could - she could always just turn around and find her way home in the dark. but she found that it was actually... kind of nice. it was peaceful at night, albeit a little... creepy, but peaceful nonetheless. maybe she would do this more often. she could bring her dog, then perhaps she'd feel a bit more confident waltzing through the neighborhood in the black of night? perhaps, but only perhaps.
as of right now, though, she had no dog with her. it was merely herself, walking through the park, in the dark, clad in the outfit she'd donned this morning and a light jacket. the top layer of her long curls were pulled back with a small rubberband, removing them from her face and leaving them to hang atop the underlayers of curls that were resting against her back unrestrained.
she hummed lightly to herself, strolling as nonchalantly as she could through the park. just when she thought she was growing accustomed to the overwhelming blackness, a sighting of another being - or she assumed it was a human - stopped her dead in her tracks. who...? it was a man, she could tell that much. evita's mouth ran dry. she wanted to turn around and avoid being seen - if she wasn't already, that is - but her legs felt rooted to the spot. she couldn't do anything but stand there and stare, though whether it was in horror or growing curiosity, she was unsure.
upon further examination, he didn't really look... dangerous. he looked familiar. he looked like... like someone she knew. like... like -
"jonah." she breathed, almost silently, to herself, out of both relief and mild confusion. what was he doing here so late? not that she should really question it, after all he had done stranger things that she could easily account for. she began to walk in his direction, taking in new details with every step. he looked relatively disheveled, which lead her to wonder what would have him in such a state.
"jonah?" she stopped at least ten feet away from him, a mite wary still. "you look..." was there a word for it? if there was, it wasn't coming to eva's mind. she took a step closer, still a good distance away, but capable of observing him clearly from where she stood. blood. there was blood on his face. evita felt sick, though whether it was provoked by the blood itself or by the idea of jonah bleeding, or by the conjured up reasons as to why jonah might be bleeding, she was unsure.
"jonah, what in god's name happened?"
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