I'm throwing the hat in for consideration


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[color=E4287C]"'Should've stayed in bed today, I much prefer the mundane.'"[/color]


【 Thunderstorms 】


name → Eleanor Barnett 
nicknames → Nor/Nour/Noor. She doesn't answer to any other name.
age → 25
birthdate → August 15
gender → Female
height/weight → 5'9"/114 lbs
sexual orientation → Open
occupation → Formerly: Many Things. Currently: Vinyl Record Enthusiast (Works at a record store. Damn near runs the place)


. Passionate. Artistic . Persuasive .
. Selfish . Hedonistic . Crass .


Noor had dreams, same as anyone, but the only thing that held her back was her own self. She started a band. Never made it big. She wanted to fall in love. Her longest relationship lasted a week; her shortest 20 minutes. She was going to move to New York. To Seattle. To Chicago. She settled for Colorado. But before all those dreams came crashing around her, Noor was an only child raised by a single father who did what he could even if what he could do wasn't very much. He was a teacher by trade, a divorcee by choice, but then what other option is there when the woman you married decided that marriage was more of a conversation topic to those she had numerous affairs with. Noor didn't know her mother much and she never quite cared to, not even to thank her for her own skewed perspective on relationships.

The highlight of her youth was learning just enough bass to be in a garage band. She left the band before they even played a local gig for young people not out of stage fright or any sensible reason, she just never showed up. She still has the bass somewhere, locked away with her record collection, the only possessions that are well and truly hers. 

Her low GPA upon graduating high school combined with a lack of ambition beyond her musical, artistic desires meant college was out of the question. She saved money, went to bartending classes, got her license, got a job, rented an apartment, lost her job, went on the road, found a record store on the outs, kept the dream alive for herself, integrated into the community somehow but still feels like an outsider. Like a fake. Like someone always a day away from up and moving on again. 

At least she has a music blog. It helps. 




+Makes a hell of a martini 
+Has a photographic memory, mostly uses it to recite trivia about music artists 
+Maxed out in charisma, so to speak 


TRIVIA → Has started letting her hair go long; she used to keep it at medium-to-short but has liked the new style. Sleeps about 4 hours a night, often just lays in bed letting a record spin.


+ Stovetop popcorn + Packed theaters + The sound of rain on the windows +
- Wine and the drinkers of wine - Awkward silences - People who ask her to share a cigarette -

[color=E4287C]"'Don't listen to me, I only believe myself'."​[/color][/center]
 
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