Baklava

Drifters in the 'Verse

Aggghh, all the openings are gone already? Darn iiiiiiiiit! They filled up so fast! I'm correct in assuming it's first come first serve, right? Or is this more like an audition thing? Hmmm, I don't suppose you guys would be open to making a stowaway slot or mechanic/medic assistant slot? I'll take anything. Literally. Firefly is the BOMB.

"Why does my back ache?" Body Horror Interest Check?

HMMmmm sounds different! I'm interested!

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

I think you've probably got time aplenty, Jenno. Alex and Rissie are still wrapping up their conversation I think.

In other news I'm totally starting to get this image in my head of Alex and Rissie and this song from Oliver & Company. I think who is who goes without saying... Haha.

Woah, what's happened?!

Ohhh, it sounds like you haven't read this, mate. The whole site went down. You're not the only one!

If you're searchin' for old friends, you might want to start with checking the users list.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Haha. I have very little in common with my character, too. But maybe a bit more than just my gender.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

“Yes, that’s me” Lynnette smiled and nodded, thrilled that Gales Tempesta had recognized her. Well, technically he might’ve just glanced at the flyer she’d just handed him and figured it out-- but still! And he was agreeing to attend one of her shows! Awesome!

She glanced towards Marcus to make sure she had enough time to keep chatting. Luckily it seemed he was preoccupied with a small group of teenagers—obviously fans of his judging by the way they were taking turns to feel his biceps and squealing ecstatically as he blew a puffball of fire up into the air. She found it somewhat bothersome considering there was a true artist not but three or four yards away from them, but not everyone could have good taste when it came to showbiz it seemed. For now their loss was her gain and she hoped they preoccupied Marcus long enough for her to have a half decent conversation with Gales Tempesta.

“Oh, I’ve seen your show several times,” she said cheerfully, clasping her hands together and twisting her fingers—trying her best to withstrain herself from exploding into an onslaught of questions, comments, and requests.

“You inspired so much of my act it isn’t even funny,” she tittered, “Don’t even worry—I wouldn’t dream of spoiling your identity or anything. But I would love to hear about what you think of my show! Nobody will probably recognize you… except my boss maybe— b-but I doubt he’d throw you out! Even if he did spot you in the crowd, you know? He’s always happy to take money from our competition… uhm… no offense….” She smiled apologetically, hoping that last statement wouldn’t discourage him from coming.

She shouldn’t even have mentioned it… agggh! Why did she mention it?
“Maybe we could talk more about it later? I’m really interested in learning more about your act! Is there a time you could—“

“Being this gorgeous is a gift and a curse, huh sweetheart?” Marcus returned, cocky as ever with a certain swagger in his step… like his head had finally become so enlarged he had trouble walking properly.

“Could… could...,” Lynnette struggling for a save, “I mean if there’s a time you could come see the show, I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed, sir! Enjoy the carnival!” With that she promptly swiveled on her heel and started walking.

Naturally, Marcus was growing more and more suspicious, raising an eyebrow at her back as she kept walking. He shot a piercing glance at the man she’d been talking to before finally turning to following her. “Who was that guy?” he asked once they were out of earshot.

“I don’t know. I didn’t catch his name,” Lynnette shrugged, puckering her lips innocently.

“Well you were talking to him for a pretty long time,” Marcus grumped.

“I can flirt with whoever I want, Marcus. Lay off,” she retorted, waving her hand like she was shooing a fly, “Now come on. We still have to hit West Clock Town before the Prince’s speech and we haven't even gotten rid of half these flyers.”

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

“Don’t you have any shame?!” the angry girl spat in her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, she had mascara streaming down her mocha colored cheeks, and her hands were now balled up into fists so tight her knuckles were white. “It’s barely been a week since Sierra’s murder and you’re already slinking around like you’re hot shit!”

Her eyes flickered from the girl’s hands to her face. Liza’s expression hadn’t changed at all during the entire exchange so far-- but she flinched at that last statement and her eyes narrowed. She glanced around the hallway— already the two had attracted quite the crowd. No teachers yet. She spotted at least two or three people with their camera phones out, however-- pointed impatiently in their direction.

Freaking dramavores….

Obviously recognizing Liza’s reaction and determined to rile Liza up enough to make the first move, the girl continued, taking a step closer to where Liza was leaning up against the wall across from the stairwell, her dark purple backpack slung casually over her shoulder. “You don’t even care, do you, puta barata?! This is why you don't have any friends! You don’t belong here, Liza. You belong in a fucking aduana!”

Liza rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from the wall and bumping her backpack, which had started to slip, farther up onto her shoulder. “First of all, Carla-- I don’t even know what an aduana is,” she sighed, “And secondly, I already told you—I wasn’t with Tomás last night. I was at work.“

“Oh yeah?!” Carla stuck her hand inside her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a pair of frilly looking orange panties and promptly threw them towards Liza’s face, “Then how do you explain these??”

“Oooo!” the crowd bayed.

“Gross!” Liza swatted them away and wrinkled her nose in disgust. This was about to get ugly. “Damn! Those aren’t mine! Chill the fuck out! You can ask Cindy Stanfield. She was working last night at the same time!” As Liza spoke, she moved her right hand to grip her left forearm. Carla was obviously right handed, judging by that throw. So that would mean….

“Estoy hasta la madre!” Carla hissed venomously. The crowd suddenly went wild as the girl swung her right fist at Liza’s face. She’d been expecting as much, however, and redirected the girl’s fist right into the solid brick wall behind her with barely a side step and tug on Carla’s sleeve— just like her sensei had taught her in Judo class. As expected, the girl cried out and slunk over, nursing her no-doubt bleeding knuckles whilst a stream of Spanish curses leaked out of her pink lip-gloss covered mouth.

Wow… she hadn’t had a punch thrown at her in quite some time. But it was probably for the best. If it had been a slap, Liza would have kicked her to the ground as soon as she finished redirecting it. That would have definitely landed her in a lot more trouble with the principal….

Liza turned her eyes back on the crowd— most every student with a camera phone had theirs out by now and they stared expectantly— obviously eager for more action. But they weren’t going to get anymore. Shifting her backpack to the other shoulder and brushing a stray hair from her bangs back into place, Liza took off running past the crowd of kids and down the stairs. “Puta cobarde!” she heard Carla scream after her just as the bell marking the end of free period went off.

And just like that it was suddenly time for lunch. She’d probably be getting a call from the principal sometime during her next class— or maybe even tomorrow. Liza inwardly shrugged as she neared her locker to get out the paper bag with her lunch inside of it. Only three things were for sure:

Tomás was obviously a lying scumbag (not a big shocker there), spending a night with the likes of him was hardly worth her time (she figured both those two facts out last year when they dated for what was barely a week), whoever’s panties those were—they had horrible fashion sense when it came to lingerie, and she sure as hell couldn't wait to leave for L.A. that summer-- this Sierra shit was really beginning to kill her mood....

Oh shit-- wait. That was four....

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Alright-- sweet. Sorry. I just feel more anxious to get approved when I'm applying for a roleplay that's already in swing and I forgot you're in a different time zone.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Sooo....?

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Personal Information
Name: Liza Elizabeth Montgomery
Alias/ Nickname: “Loose Liza”
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:



Liza has a shapely, hourglass figure, somewhat round features, and is roughly 5’4”. She has dark, shoulder length hair that was once a dirty blonde, gold/hazel eyes, and light skin. She looks older than she really is due to the way she dresses and does her makeup (not to mention her womanly assets)—so most strangers would mistake her for a college student in passing.

Family/ Friends
Mother: Rachel Montgomery
Father: Fred Montgomery
Sibling/s: Derek Montgomery (30, lives in L.A.)
Partner: None (or, arguably, many)
Friend/s: TBA

General Information
Current Goal: Graduate from high school so she can go live with her brother, Derek—then, from there, become a famous actress. Simple.

Talents: acting, dancing, singing, fashion, judo, track & field, honesty
Fears: nyctophobia, being hurt/deceived, "being stuck in this hell hole for the rest of her life"

Personality: Liza easily comes off to most as broody, stuck-up, and (most likely) scheming. She's typically very quiet-- when she isn't at parties, which is where most can hear her singing at the top of her lungs or going on and on about TV shows, movies, and celebrities.

Inner Personality: Liza is very brave, independent, and both mentally and physically strong (if not a little headstrong as well). She may come off as stuck-up, but she's really just a hardcore introvert. She doesn't "use" guys or untruthfully lead them on. She takes pride in her relentless honesty and can hardly believe how many people are so eager to point the accusing finger at her for being a terrible person when they're the ones all lying to each other on a daily basis. This has resulted in her not making very many friends. Not having very many friends has never really bothered her much and she doesn't care what most people think of her. This is partially because she's always hanging onto her dream that one day she'll live in L.A. and everything will be better.

Liza is actually very intelligent, although she isn't in any honors classes and has been accused by most teachers of "not properly applying herself". In reality, Liza isn't at all dull-- she simply considers most of the things being taught to be completely useless to her. When is she ever going to have to know quantum theory in her future career? The only classes she ever attends on a regular basis are her history classes and elective classes for acting and dance. Telling Liza her dream is pointless would be about as effective as telling a chair it's anything but a chair. To Liza, her dream is a fact and her ears aren't open to any contradicting opinions concerning that fact.

Secret: Liza comes from an abusive home / her nyctophobia

Biography:
Anyone with a pair of ears at Liza’s high school knows everything they need to know about Liza Montgmery-- and that is that you should never leave your boyfriend alone in a room with her. Most know her, basically, as the high school slut. She wears fashionable, rich looking clothes and wears a lot of makeup (especially eyeliner and lipstick), so most kids assume she’s just an attention whore/spoiled brat from some super rich family-- most likely born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Most (but not all) of the rumors, however, are really just that—rumors. Especially the outlandish ones like how she hooked up with Mr. Hamilton, the science teacher, and ruined his marriage with Mrs. Hamilton, the school counselor—who now goes my her maiden name. Some are keen enough to see that Loose Liza is mostly just the scape-goat for most fallacious douchebags so they can keep going out with lady number 1 and 2 without a care in the world, but those keen figures are just as keen not to be seen fraternizing with a girl like Liza—for fear of their own reputation, most likely. At parties and school dances she’s been known to always show up either drunk or high, talk loudly, and dance like she’s trying to get people to slip money under her spaghetti straps or down her cleavage—which did actually happen once. The football player that did it was the talk of the school for at least two weeks and, reportedly, even got a girlfriend out of it….

What most people don’t know is the actual backstory of Liza Montgomery—which isn’t nearly as pretty as most people assume. Her mother, Rachel, married a 25 year old Fred Montgomery when she was only 19 years old. The two, however, had been living together for nearly two years before getting married—Rachel’s parents were as devastated as parents could be to see their one and only child run off with a drug-using partyholic like Fred—a man who couldn’t hold a job, dropped out of college, and was constantly in and out of jail for various reasons. But Rachel loved him through it all and, through her shy and quiet nature, didn’t raise a word of protest when their wedding turned out to be nothing more than a drive to the courthouse—she was already 4 months pregnant anyway, so… whatever was best for the baby, she figured. She didn’t protest when her husband insisted she not go outside wearing tank tops or shorts. Nor after five years when she was working two jobs while he stayed at home, drank, and watched TV all day. There were a lot of things Rachel never complained about over the years.

And there was a lot to complain about.

This was the life Liza Elizabeth Montgomery was born into. In spite of watching her quiet mother reel at verbal and physical abuse daily, she blossomed into a headstrong and confident young woman—quite the opposite of her mother. Liza was left far from unscathed in the confines of her broken home, however. She harbors a severe phobia of the dark—a problem that manifested itself late one night when her father was in a drunken rage and Rachel quickly shoved and locked a small seven year old Liza in a stuffy, windowless closet. The sound of breaking glass bottles of liquor and her mother’s screams, followed by a thud, preceded 6 hours of traumatizing hell for Liza while she sat in the dark and cried, listening to the violent late night horror movies her father liked to watch on TV drone continuously until her mother finally came to and let Liza out.

Liza took up Judo when she was 15-- paying for her own lessons. Doing so helped her finally stand up against her dad's frequent beatings and ultimately gave her the upper hand when it came to all the fights she was constantly getting in at school-- an inevitable result of her stepping on so many girls' toes when it came to her so called "despicable" dating style.

Since she was 14, Liza has been finding ways to work and earn money. As a result of her more edgy demeanor and the circulating rumors, babysitting was never really an option. So she found herself doing slightly more arduous labor like walking people's dogs, house cleaning, and even mowing yards and shoveling snow. Since she turned 16 she's been working at the local frozen yogurt place and just recently took on a second job as a pizza delivery girl, which is the real reason she hasn't been to very many school dances or parties as of late. Not because she got an STD, is on parole for shooting up meth, or was grounded for the first time in her life for selling her mother's expensive jewelry on ebay.

With graduation fast approaching, Liza has been saving up like mad to finally high tail it to California to join her brother. Derek did the same thing when he graduated and turned 18-- living with a friend for almost a year while riding on a scholarship he had to some prestigious college there. He's now been doing quite well for himself in the advertising industry. The two have been making plans with each other over Facebook for almost as long as Liza could remember-- plans to live n L.A., send money back to mom every now and then, and make it big in life.

But Liza has yet another reason why she's now itching to finally get out of town. A problem with a currently ongoing investigation. A problem that's been plastered all over the news lately. A problem with a face that's been equally plastered on the walls all throughout her school. A problem with a name...

Sierra Williams.

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Other
Likes: sushi, sorbet, spicy food, the color purple, roses, Angelina Jolie, Chris Hemsworth, rock and roll, P!nk
Dislikes: Mondays, lies, the dark, Fred Montgomery, violence