Post by ANGEL ELODIE SAYER on Mar 22, 2012 20:43:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 3em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg), width: 400px; height: 350px;] angel elodie sayer. London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair Lady.Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, My fair Lady - - - - - - - - personality. personality. personality. personality. personality. Angel is a tricky one, she’s a sweet, vibrant, out going girl, but at the same time she can be cruel. She’s got this thing where really, she just doesn’t care what people think about her, and as far as that mouth of hers, well she’s got no filter. Some mistake her for being a bit of a bitch because she can be so brutally honest sometimes. However most just find she’s this fun little tornado there to throw everything off kilter, shake things up, then flee because the thought of actually getting close to people is far too scary a concept. A few former friends have even claimed that for her to open up it’d mean she was dying. Which could very well be the case. See she hides what she’s thinking and feeling very well, it’s just part of those walls she puts up, but on the outside no one would know, why? Because she comes off as this adorable, sweet, ball of energy until you actually get past that front she has, then you find there’s a bit more to her, that naïve, innocent girl turns into a mature, wild girl with a love of thrills. She’s also got quite the temper on her, she can go from zero to eighty in two seconds flat without so much as a warning. Angel’s got tough skin, sure she’ll blow up at the drop of a hat now that the pregnancy is screwing with her hormones, but normally it takes a good bit to push her over the edge, and once she gets there it’s not a pretty sight. This little girl goes from a princess to a monstrous sailor and she doesn’t exactly know the meaning of backing down. So it’s best to think twice before trying to mess with her, she’s not the type to sit back and take it, and if she does it’s pure luck on your part. Over all she really does have a good heart, she means well most of the time, it’s just hard for her with everything she’s been through and is currently going through. With her you just have to learn to take the sour with the sweet. Rock a bye baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - history. history. history. history. Angel Elodie Sayer was born in Austin, Texas to quite the loving household, though her parents strove for perfection and made that clear in every day life. To them image meant everything. She was raised with a healthy respect for what should be, her parents ideals pressed into her mind before she could even walk. They might’ve actually turned her into a mini them. A future bleach blond bimbo with aspirations to be Miss America and have a bouncing brood of kids by the time she was twenty-five, married off to some cheesy politician who seeks his cheap thrills in any woman but her. That might’ve happened, might’ve been the path she went down, if it wasn’t for one thing, one single person. Jules, her older brother. The boy was troubled from the start. How could he not be? Sometimes genetics and a healthy does of pressure do a world of wrong to a person. That’s exactly what went wrong with Jules. The boy was a wreck, he had inherited all those shameful little mental issues their mother suppressed with pills upon pills upon pills, but god forbid they sought help for him. Jules went down a rocky road, he took to doing all the wrong things, all the things parents are supposed to warn you about, supposed to keep you from. He was only seventeen when he tried heroin for the first and last time, the boy had no clue what he was doing and so took too much. A friend found him in his room, dead of overdose. That had to be the turning point for the Sayer family, or at least Angel. See to her Jules meant the world, he was her older brother, her best friend, they told each other everything, they were each others support. So when he died Angel was at a loss. She soon took to self mutilation to cope and eventually turned to the very substance that killed her sibling. Mr. Sayer and Mrs. Sayer grieved the loss of their son for a bit, but soon they sought to sweep it all under the rug, pretend it never happened, something Angel would never forgive them for. With their name ‘tarnished’ her parents decided to move, to get closer to Mrs. Sayer’s elderly parents. New Orleans seemed dark and dank in the eyes of the bitter, angry, mess that was Angel, though she made acquaintances fast, found her niche with all the wrong people, she refused to get close. That is until she happened to come across Val. In some odd way his hurt called out to hers and honestly she hasn’t been the same since. With him she shared her growing addiction, introducing him to her substance of choice. Eventually he even moved in with her and her parents, after she found out he was thrown out, Mister and Misses Sayer took him in like it was the most natural thing in the world. Angel will never hesitate to admit that truly she does love him with every ounce of her being, but that doesn’t mean she’s always been faithful, a fact she’ll admit if asked. So after Val turned eighteen and got his own place, it only made sense that she eventually followed him, moving in with him, glad to be free from the parents she loathes deep down inside. It wasn’t perfect, it never could be, but was she happy? As much as she could’ve been. That is up until four months ago. See when you’re young sometimes you’re stupid, and six months ago when a condom broke and they just decided to keep going, that was one such moment of naive stupidity. Getting pregnant was not something Angel had ever wanted, she was convinced children were not something she could ever handle. Besides she was an addict with no desire to give up her habits, hell what kind of mother relishes in the feeling of a high or the sight of her own blood? None. At least that’s what she had convinced herself. That’s why two months after the incident, when that first pregnancy test came back positive, all Angel could do was sink to her knees and cry in disbelief. After four more tests, all with the same result, Angel’s mind was racing. At first the only logical thing seemed to be abortion, she was sixteen for crying out loud, how could she give birth to a kid let alone raise it. Then she realized it wasn’t just part of her she was carrying, it was also part Val and in that moment killing it seemed far too wrong, almost heart wrenching. Of course her next thought was adoption, she was so ready to go through with it. That is until she finally got up the nerve to tell Valentine. All he had to do was say she was willing to be there for her and the baby and her mind was changed. As much as it scared her she decided to keep it, to give it a try. Of course her parents had to be told, needless to say they were far from pleased and practically begged her to get rid of it. When they found she was unwavering on her decision they demanded she at least come here, to give herself and the baby a better chance. She agreed and now here she is, her, Val, and her belly. As for her addiction? Well she tries to fight it as much as possible for the baby’s sake. She’s given up drinking and smoking entirely, she takes all those weird vitamins, her self harming has even nearly vanish. So sometimes when she can’t fight that monkey on her back anymore Angel lets herself dive into Val’s secret stash, taking littlest amount, just to get that fix. Honestly, she has no intentions of abandoning her addiction to heroin after the baby is born. To her the drug is all she has left of her brother, so she refuses to give it up, but at least for now she’s trying her best to abstain as much as possible. Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey, Along came a spider, Who sat down beside herAnd frightened Miss Muffet away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - important others. important others. important others. important others. about the character - FULL NAME | Angel Elodie Sayer. AGE | Sixteen. MEMBER GROUP | Expecting Mommy, second trimester. KIDS | Expecting (six months along). about the roleplayer - ALIAS | Rinn. HOW LONG HAVE YOU ROLEPLAYED | 9+ years. COMMENTS | Haiii =) |
