Post by The Julia Night on Aug 15, 2012 14:01:28 GMT -5
~ The "Julia" Night ~
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God given name is:
Julia NightCall me: Jules(Only to Eli)
Age ain't nothing but a number: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation:bisexual
Request What you want your Character to be: Senior
In my free time I:Drama
~All Must be approved by staff!~
Personality: My personality is something mostly the complex people of the world understand, hence why Eli may be one of the only people to ever fully understand me. I'm special you see, or so they've told me when I was pulled away from the hospital bed, yanked into seclusion in a padded room for awhile. Voices, the voices are nice at times but other times they trick me, trick me into believing he was still there that is...a dellusion in my brain that I had for the last 2 and a half years. Enough, in short I'm what they call schizophrenic and slightly dellusional, they try and tell me it's because I hit my head just a tad bit too hard but I know what the real reason is, I was this way before the accident just started being this way...just never told anyone except, Eli. I could tell you more about me and bore you saying I'm sweet and open minded and blah blah blah, but I'll spare you for now.
Overall Appearance: I stand at about 5'3" and I like to wear dark clothing. I keep my hair between black or dark brown. I'm not sure why you need to know this I mean its all in my records I am sure, my eyes are a deep brown, I like wearing dark jeans with holes in the knees and I like leather and satin fabrics. I'm not sure what else to say here really, I have no physical issues, more mental than physical. I have some scars along my wrists from self injury and some along my body from the accident but why are you even looking?
Likes:
- Acting
- Music
- Dark colors
- Poetry
- Morbid things
- Drinking
Dislikes:
- Being Told What To Do
- Closed spaces
- Being medicated
- The voices
- Dellusions
History:
You've heard of me have you? My name has slipped off of his tongue to you? Maybe not to you specifically, maybe a friend and you heard from them? I figured as much, I was a decently big part of his life back then. I'm dead you say? Well from perspective it was made to seem that way i suppose, but not by my doing. I remember that night clearer than you could ever imagine, as if it were yesterday. The fighting, yeah that was my fault, I told him things he couldn't handle, things I had just recently found out myself,I was hearing voices and I told him. Eli couldn't wrap it around his head, couldn't grasp it, he didn't know what to do, so naturally he freaked out telling me I was lying that there was no possible way I could be flawed, I was lying to get away from him, to make him break up with me, that was what he thought and he swore to it. I hollered back until I couldn't any more and I got on that bike and took off. I remember the collision, the feel of the impact from air to the asphalt and my head hurt so bad and my body ached, I couldn't move. I could feel them working on my injuries, my father was devistated, my step mother could care less though. When I woke up, I heard the conversation taking place, my step mother telling the doctors the car hitting me was no accident, that I had tried to kill myself. I fought them as they dragged me off, screamed for them to release me, I wasn't crazy I wasn't suicidal, but she had them believing it.
I was detained, tossed in a white room and when released from the padded room and told I was to stay in this ward, I really gave them a reason to keep me there, I tore at myself, found a pair of scissors and really tried to kill myself, the voices egging me on. They found out of course, about the voices when they saw me talking to myself while covered in my blood. Back to the padded cell I went and next I knew, my step mom told me she faked my death to the rest of the world, the bitch hated me so much as an imperfection to her life, it was just so much easier for her to erase me from existence in the thought that I wouldn't get out of this place alive. Two and a half years...Two and a half years and the voices didn't just stay voices, it formed into him, a dellusion of Eli, I was trapped in my own mind, in a ward, my own mind where Eli was still at my side, every day. I knew it was in my head though, that was the sad part, but it kept me going...it kept me going to know that one day I'd be able to get out, one day I'd be able to tell him the truth...looks like today's that day.[/center][/font]
