Post by courtney on Jan 12, 2012 22:59:08 GMT -5
annabel eva murphy
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's annabel eva murphy! i go by anna too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty two & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from sapphire bay? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, work is calling. see ya'! history FAMILY. --- Elliot James Murphy: father, lawyer of Murphy & Associates, 45 years old. Madalenia Vallerie Murphy, unemployed, does work for the community, 42 years old. SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS. --- high. Wealthy, father is a Harvard graduate, hold a high reputation in society. GENERAL HISTORY. --- - Annabel Eva Murphy was born on March 3rd, 1989 to Elliot James Murphy and Madalenia Vallerie Murphy in Sapphire Bay, California. - Attended school in Sapphire Bay. - Had her first boyfriend in middle school. Lost her virginity at the age of 14 at a party. - Raised mostly by a nanny, as her parents didn't pay much attention to her. Both were busy with their own lives, their jobs and social lives. Overall, Anna's family life was severely lacking. She didn't have any siblings, and she hardly interacted with her parents. They often acted cold towards her, or simply brushed her off. All in all, the pair never should have had children. - Mother mainly strives for appearing perfect. Parts of this have passed down to Anna, though she's generally more genuine about philanthropic work in the community. Madalenia often hosts banquets and parties, and Anna had to appear to be the perfect daughter, and thus enrolled her in etiquette classes at a young age. Later, Madalenia became her manager for her modeling career, which she gave up when she started college. - Started rebelling in her early teen years, feeling like she was being ignored and mistreated. Went to parties with older students, started hooking up with guys. This ended when she simply grew up. It wasn't what she wanted anymore. She started having more serious relationships, and her views began to change about everything. She decided that she wanted to get married and have kids, her own personal interest in fashion grew, which later made her decide that she wanted to become an image consultant and personal shopper. - Graduated high school in 2007 and went to Stanford, obtained a bachelor's in Public Relations and Marketing. - Pi Beta Phi sorority sister. Recruited Fall 2007 as a Freshman. - Moved back to Sapphire Bay last summer, and is now a Public Relations specialist. It's an entry job at a company in the area, but she likes it enough. Anna does not live with her parents anymore, but in her own house in the same area that she had grown up in. She mostly lives off of her parent's money and her trust fund, considering her job doesn't pay her much: definitely not enough to live off of. Often, she participates in volunteer work, and aims to keep her own reputation in tact. personality BASIC OVERVIEW. --- At one moment, a smile is brightening her stunning features, and at the next, a glare is hardening it. Simply to say, Anna's moods shift from one to the next in a matter of seconds. She's always the first one to cry at the movies, not that it has ever bothered her. Her vastly changing moods can throw her into trouble, and is often what she blames any burst of anger towards. She has no clue why she's this moody - neither of her parents had been like this. Her mother had controlled everything with a confident sense of force, while her father was a calm man that often hid what he was feeling, unless it was truly important. Though Anna's mood shifts could give a person whiplash, she's normally one extreme or the other. Rather caring and outgoing, she loves to make someone's day, or she's upset and ignoring nearly everyone with the fear that she would lash out at them. From this trait, she also has quite a temper. It plays into her argumentative, cocky, and rather bitchy traits as well, giving her a bit of a bite. She doesn't hide this either - she's learned that it does no good. Anna can't keep her emotions in check, so they're bound to go haywire. Anna loves being out, loves being in the limelight, and loves people being around her. She doesn't like to be alone - it bothers her - and therefore, keeps a lot of friends close to her. The silence, it irks her. She’s never dealt well with being left alone. She's out nearly every night, and if she's not, then she has people over. She simply can't sit still. Whether it be shopping, dancing away her worries at the local hit nightclub, or just taking a drive, Anna can't stand not having anything to do. She's an outgoing girl, very charismatic, and makes friends easy. If one of her friends is having an off night, she'll be the one to drag them away and make it the best night of their life. People gravitate towards Anna - her want for a good time, her million-watt smile, her infectious laughter. She wants others to have a good time, and will normally keep her issues inside so others won't have to deal with them. There aren't many that she trusts enough to do that with sober, but once you're there Anna will have her grips on you until you do something to hurt her or her pride. She takes things personal, she just can't help it. Comebacks and revenge are two things that she adores - and if you hurt her, then you lost her trust, and be prepared for both. Always looking out for others best interests, Anna will be sweeter than sugar towards you. Whether it's an act or no depends on the situation and who you are, but it is just her default. You can never go wrong with nice, she figures. And every now and again, it can really get you places. With her upbringing, she was raised to be polite and respectful, which are both things that she holds dearly to her now, things that she lives by. She always has a warm embrace and an encouraging smile at hand for whoever needs it, and is someone who always wants to help out however she can. Even if she can't, she'll try. Anna tends to play 'mother' to a lot of people, on purpose or no, whether she trusts them or no. First impressions stand out in her mind, and she finds them important. Half the time she doesn't mean to be judgmental, and often feels guilty over it later, but it's something about herself that she can't shake off. It sticks to her, and she's tried her hardest to pull it away from her, only proving to be unsuccessful. All in all, she'd determined. Her eyes are set on a bright and shining future, and Anna wouldn't let anything get in the way of that. Her flaws are plentiful, but she does know how to hide most of them on command. obsessions. --- children, babies, coffee, shopping, caffeine in general, wedding/bridal shows, wedding/bridal magazines, weddings in general, fashion as a whole. hates. --- cigarettes, most drugs, smelly people, people who can't dress themselves (thankfully, they have anna to turn to). quirks. --- often chews on her lip: in thought, to show her when she's feeling weary or uncomfortable. Basically the closest she comes to awkward, really. often a smile is placed on her features, though it could hardly be qualified as a quirk. she's got plenty, it's just more difficult to pinpoint them out and describe each in detail. style. --- keeps to the trends and looks her best. she wants to wear things that not only show who she is, but are flattering to her body type and are fashion-forward. though she doesn't realize it, she likes to show off her wealth in her clothing and accessory choices. she brushes it off as wanting to dress in the best quality, and leaving it at that. and a few goals. --- eventually, she wants to get married and have children. most of all, she simply wants to be happy with her life. it's a hard task, to be completely content with every aspect of life. she's bound and determined to make it there, regardless. | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
The jagged rocks below might look menacing to some, but to Anna, in that moment, they held anything but terror. The water rushing, constantly moving, finding a new place… It sounded right. It was any artist’s dream, filled with a sad beauty, the skies above cloudy with the now departing rainstorm. The rain had dissipated, now just a soft misting, hovering somewhere between here and a part of the past. It would be a symbolic way to go - falling towards the ground below, filled with grace and the saddest of beauty. She could picture it, and while it caused the ache to grow, she was filled with a sense of longing. It sounded beautiful. She’d be done. She was certain - solace was on the ground. It could provide her with something that her life couldn’t: peace. At the very least, there was hope in death. Hope of freedom, hope of comfort, hope of peace. Hope for simply not being sad or empty.
People had always told her she was beautiful. This was the first time she had thought of such a sinister idea: the beauty in death, in a corpse, a broken body, a departed soul. She could picture it: a beautiful girl, her body broken just like her spirit. Finally free, and maybe, at peace. Happy. Content. Beautiful, broken, and finished. It would be giving in, but there was something undeniably sublime to her. Hauntingly refined, mangled. As she stood there, on the verge, feeling the wind blow off of the water and rushing across her skin… she could imagine, for just a blink of an eye, being suspended in the air for that one millisecond before the fall came. For just one second, despite the yearning that she had felt, she could also feel the beginnings of a panic attack. Shortness of breath: suddenly, the air around her was thick and her lungs unable to handle it. She couldn’t breathe. A soft gasp, somewhere between pain and surprise, filled the quieting air around her. But his voice had broken through, brought her out of the fantasies that had made a home in her head and somehow, it calmed her. They’d visit her dreams, making an even larger mess of her life: no one could know this. No one could know of the dangerous fantasies she was now frequenting, But today… today there wouldn’t be a body for someone to come across. No mangled body of a once-beautiful girl. Before life had gripped into her, claws digging and never releasing her, no matter how hard she begged.
The air that surrounded the two was new, brought with the wind over the ocean from foreign lands. This was new, yet somehow, she didn’t take note. Her thoughts preoccupied, darker than she had ever known, but she couldn’t shake them, even as she stared into the abysmal blue eyes of this stranger. The stranger who just might have saved her - another detail that went unnoticed to the broken girl. It wasn’t often that she felt a connection with a stranger, especially in recent times. Cooper had been a stranger to her, one she had welcomed with open arms. She had been naïve: a word she had never heard as a descriptor of herself. But this boy… he was different, oddly. Anna couldn’t pin it down - he was somewhere between a boy and a man. He didn’t have the air of immaturity and playfulness of a boy: much of the opposite, though his appearance led her to believe he was too young for most to consider a man. She could see the pain lingering in the depths of those beautiful eyes, and she couldn’t look away. Anna had known people in pain, but somehow, this was different. A boy wouldn’t have that look in his eyes. She was curious about the man who told her to stop. He had instilled just one injection of hope that kept her grounded.
Her throat was tight, unable to speak as she simply stared. The words seemed moot, pointless amidst the eyes. The emotions, the pain that she couldn’t shake. His eyes would haunt her: they were strikingly familiar. Falling, jumping… it seemed irrelevant to her reckless thoughts. This was new to her, but as her eyes filled with a curious and soft sadness, she broke her gaze away from the horizon, studying his profile. He had been here for a while, much longer than she had. It was just something she knew: she was just hitting rock bottom, but he was a past visitor. Yet, he was still standing. A quick glance down at his wrist, and she confirmed her suspicions: he knew where she was. She couldn’t hide it, not even if she wanted. It was astonishing just how much one locked gaze could tell someone about another person. For just one moment, there was an indescribable closeness.
Her dainty hands felt small and insignificant in his hands, and she let the more sane side of her mind make promises she would break. You’ll never think like that again. You’re stronger than that. Death is not a beautiful thing: it’s sad, scary, and nothing you want. She wasn’t stronger than these thoughts, though, and the part of her soul screaming towards the darkness knew she’d be returning, sane or not.
”Anna,” she spoke again, finally shaking off droplets of her darkness, her voice soft in the air. Her lip was quirked into a small, sad smile at his comment: ’Like the country.’ She didn’t feel comfortable, though she wasn’t afraid, either. A bit of paranoia lingered, though her curiosity about what had gotten him to the dangerous place she was residing pushed it back. Her eyes showed her curiosities: why? When? The how was obvious, the jagged scar burned into her mind’s eye. Before any other words could escape her - though she hadn’t the slightest idea of what to say - she was in his arms. Anna hadn’t cried, not for weeks. She was done with tears. The feeling of needing release had yet to disappear, and she doubted it would, but this was easily the closest she had come to falling to pieces. Letting someone else see her pain and sorrows, just how deeply they ran and how hopeless it felt. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to harness the strength to push the intense emotions away. They were eating at her, gnawing away in such a manor she couldn’t shake. No tears leaked from her eyes, and she was tense in his embrace, unable to calm but she wasn’t panicked. At his mumbled apologies, she shook her head slightly, her hands wringing her hair before pulling it all back behind her shoulders. ”No, don’t apologize.” It felt wrong for such an apology, though words were still escaping her. ”I, uh…” So badly she wanted to let the apology slip from her lips: sorry for what he had witnessed, sorry for whatever games the world had decided to play on him, sorry for anything and everything. But it couldn’t escape from the cage in her throat, leaving the beginning of her sentence hanging for a moment longer than was socially (or sanely) acceptable. ”I… think we should move now…” Sheepishly, her own gray eyes darted down towards the rocks and back over to him, not daring to move in case the fates wanted to add another odd twist into her mess of a life.
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