Post by Lillian Willard on Nov 11, 2009 10:19:05 GMT
Name: Lillian 'Lilly' Matilda Willard
Nickname(s): Lilly, Lil
Age: 22
Birth Date: July 20th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Being?: Abnormal, Impenetrable Skin
Occupation: Cashier
Eyes: Green
Hair: Auburn
Build: Slim
Height: 5'5
Weight: 122lbs
Anything else?: N/A
Play By: Emma Stone
Likes:
* Cheetos (snack food)
* Metallica
* Literature
* Snow
* Board Games
* Comic books
Dislikes:
* Dodgeball (bad memories)
* Whiskey (also bad memories)
* Bugs
* The general population
* Fighting
* World of warcraft (whats the point?)
Fears:
* The dark
* Bugs, mostly Spiders
Personality: Lilly is what people would refer to as a 'major pushover' she never stands up for herself and is pretty vocal about it, she claims that she wasnt born with a backbone.
She is extremley shy and quite often blushes during conversation with others, particularly the opposite sex. Lilly isnt fully aware of who she really is deep down, she always seems to allow herself to be sucked into someone elses life (when given the opening since most people hardly give her a second glance). For instance if she claims to not like something but you do, she will then like it simply so she fits in with the crowd.
Lilly may be stupid when it comes to people and allowing them to walk all over her, but she is extremely smart and somewhat quick witted. She tends to know everything about everyone and often gives too much information out, she cant help that though as it is part of her rambling side.
She is an all around nice girl, a little to nice. She wouldnt say boo to a ghost and would never pass up the oppurtunity to help someone who needs it, it means shes atleast interacting. The redhead is warm hearted, loving and sincere, the only problem is other people like that only seem to exist in her little made up world.
Hometown: Sacramento, California
Mother: Agnes
Father: Bill
Siblings: Charlie (deceased)
Anyone else:
History: Lillian was born in Sacramento, California, the daughter of Bill and Agnes Willard.
Lillys up bringing was definitely different to most, rather..unique. Her mother was heavy into her..other worldly nonsense, believing herself to be some kind of pyschic medium. Which affected the family quite deeply because Lillians father just claimed the woman was off her rocker.
When Lilly was 4 years old, Agnes's outrageous behaviour eventuall became to much for Bill and after many years of illicet affairs he just up and left. Lilly wasnt exactly affected by her father's depature, she had never really been close to him since she seemed to always buy into her mothers thoughts finding them truly fascinating.
Lillian was always a very open mind person about life. She'd often sit in on her mothers pyschic readings, spiritual cleansing sessions just because she was so eager to learn about it all.
It was only when Lillian became much older that she realised just how 'absurd' her mother's behaviour and beliefs were. The young woman would have been fine if she'd lived in a little bubble but because she had stepped out into the real world, her mothers antics were a large source of her bullying. Her mother would often parade around with her fellow 'bohemians' going on rallies, protests and what not drawing immense attention to themselves and like wildfire it spread.
Lillian was never the type of person to really fit in. Her beliefs and ideas were always so far out there that people often thought she was crazy. Even though her mother caused her a temendous ammount of grief there was no way that she was about to shun her. She just held her head high and accepted herself for what she was..a freak.
That term seemed to most definitely turn out to be more true then she had hoped. During the winter time, mid december, Lilly and her brother were on there way back from the store. Lilly was 14 and her brother Charlie 17, the two of them had been doing some christmas shopping when tragedy struck.
They'd had to detour through some back alleys and in the process got them caught up in some trouble. Up ahead two men were fighting in the alley. Lilly wanted to turn the other way but Charlie insisted they just pass on by, it was the quickest route. After much deliberation, she agreed and the two walked onward.
However, the fight got hastily heated and a fire arm was taken out. Unfortunately Charlie and Lilly were caught up in the crossfire. Everything happened so quickly and when the gun fire died down, Lilly resurfaced. She'd expected to be injured, but she wasnt..she was fine, no marks..no nothing, but Charlie wasnt so lucky. Her brother had taken a bullet straight to the neck and was losing a lot of blood.
The young girl had no idea of what to do. All she could do was apply pressure and get help, there was no one else around so she had to leave him to fetch help, only when she returned he had already died.
Roleplay Sample:
Sofie stood at the occupied table. There was an elder man seated with a new paper and his laptop. He looked like he was dressed for business. You know the types. If anything he looked like a teacher. She'd based that presumption on the simple fact he reminded her of her old teacher. Short hair, a little more short on top..in the less flattering form (due to stress or maybe old age?). Glasses and the classic brown jacket with the leather elbow pads. She couldn't help but smile at the cliche look. It seemed to be the classic uncool teacher attire. That was if he was a teacher in fact. But, Sofie wasn't one to pry.
The man smiled at her pleasantries and opted for another coffee. A simple nod she lifted the empty cup and flashed another friendly smile before heading on her way. Turning on her heel she set to head toward the kitchen but something caught her eye. That friendly smile faded into a cautious look.
There was a man. A very tall, well built, fair haired man snooping around Camille. Sofie observed quietly as the man gazed over Camille's shoulder. Ever since Camille had come into her life, Sofie had began to realize just why people were so protective over there children. Camille was like her own child. Sometimes felt like wrapping her up in cotton wool and keeping her from the outside world, just to prevent harm.
Sofie kept her cautious gaze on the man as he began to move from Camille and to the table away from Camille. Yet full view of where she herself was seated. The distance between them had grown now but the fact he was still watching the young blonde continued to keep her unsettled.
Taking the cup in hand she began to head toward the kitchen. Her pathway leading right passed Camille's table.
Though the man would prove to turn out to likely be harmless. It still caused Sofie to be wary. She had learned from her time with Camille that people seemed to be taken aback by the young girl, as if they could sense that there was something 'different' about her, something other worldly.
Camille continued to sit in the seat doodling away. Sofie approached and noted that the picture was getting more sadistic with every pencil movement. Sighing she placed the cup down on the table and bent down beside her. Lifting her hand she placed it lightly down onto the drawing and lifted her gaze up to meet Camille's.
The young girl had such beautiful soft features. Her eyes were a light grey in color with a darkened blue outline around the iris. Camille's hair was a very light shade of blonde, almost white one could say. The girls skin was ever so pale but prior to the sleep deprivation had always illuminated a healthy glow to her. But, constantly being tired really had played its part against her.
"Are you hungry yet?" Sofie asked. Lately she got the same response, she didn't say anything, just a light nod of the head to answer. With a smile she arose to her feet again once lifting the menu from the table. Turning she handed it to Camille "You can have anything you want.." stated Sofie softly. She kept her gaze on Camille trying to read her expression but it was so difficult. It was as if she was a blank canvas,no emotion on her face what so ever today. The girl wasn't always so gloomy.
Sofie moved the drawings to the pouch in her apron. She didn't wish for Camille to draw any more necessary attention to herself, clearly this man had seen her pictures. He would likely think nothing of it, but Sofie knew the true meaning behind it all. Past events that the young girl had seen and the events that she foresaw in her dreams. Even as sadistic as the pictures were and disturbing that such a young child could conjure up such things. She had to pay attention. They were sometimes messages in the form of illustrations.
Stroking her head again she smiled down at her "When you figure out what you want. i will get Trevor to come on over. Okay?" she tilted her head with the questioning. Camille nodded and lifted her head up to look at her "Okay" she answered softly. Hearing her actually speak made Sofie's grin broaden, that was better.
Lifting the cup from the table she moved across the floor and back to the counter "Trevor. Camille's gonna order soon, so could you make sure you go over to her.." asked Sofie politely as she handed the young man the cup. She went to the coffee machine to fix the previous guys order. Sofie casually circulated the floor. Moving to the 'teacher' she placed his fresh coffee upon the table before attending to the rest of the tables. She didnt wish to seem obvious but was definitely intent on going over to this watching man.
Forcing a smile she reached his table and stopped at the side. Looking down at him she observed his face, he didn't look like a crazy person..but these days, could you really tell what somebody was just by looking at the outside alone?
"Are you ready to order?" she questioned with her deep brown gaze upon him. Her tone was soft and friendly though her intentions were a little jaded at the time. She half wanted to badger him. Why was he watching Camille and what did he actually see? or rather think in regards to them drawings. She was a bag of nerves when it came to the young girl. For many reasons a lot of 'people' appeared to be intent on getting ahold of her. Trust was a big issue for Sofie nowadays as she never knew who was out to get them.
The man smiled at her pleasantries and opted for another coffee. A simple nod she lifted the empty cup and flashed another friendly smile before heading on her way. Turning on her heel she set to head toward the kitchen but something caught her eye. That friendly smile faded into a cautious look.
There was a man. A very tall, well built, fair haired man snooping around Camille. Sofie observed quietly as the man gazed over Camille's shoulder. Ever since Camille had come into her life, Sofie had began to realize just why people were so protective over there children. Camille was like her own child. Sometimes felt like wrapping her up in cotton wool and keeping her from the outside world, just to prevent harm.
Sofie kept her cautious gaze on the man as he began to move from Camille and to the table away from Camille. Yet full view of where she herself was seated. The distance between them had grown now but the fact he was still watching the young blonde continued to keep her unsettled.
Taking the cup in hand she began to head toward the kitchen. Her pathway leading right passed Camille's table.
Though the man would prove to turn out to likely be harmless. It still caused Sofie to be wary. She had learned from her time with Camille that people seemed to be taken aback by the young girl, as if they could sense that there was something 'different' about her, something other worldly.
Camille continued to sit in the seat doodling away. Sofie approached and noted that the picture was getting more sadistic with every pencil movement. Sighing she placed the cup down on the table and bent down beside her. Lifting her hand she placed it lightly down onto the drawing and lifted her gaze up to meet Camille's.
The young girl had such beautiful soft features. Her eyes were a light grey in color with a darkened blue outline around the iris. Camille's hair was a very light shade of blonde, almost white one could say. The girls skin was ever so pale but prior to the sleep deprivation had always illuminated a healthy glow to her. But, constantly being tired really had played its part against her.
"Are you hungry yet?" Sofie asked. Lately she got the same response, she didn't say anything, just a light nod of the head to answer. With a smile she arose to her feet again once lifting the menu from the table. Turning she handed it to Camille "You can have anything you want.." stated Sofie softly. She kept her gaze on Camille trying to read her expression but it was so difficult. It was as if she was a blank canvas,no emotion on her face what so ever today. The girl wasn't always so gloomy.
Sofie moved the drawings to the pouch in her apron. She didn't wish for Camille to draw any more necessary attention to herself, clearly this man had seen her pictures. He would likely think nothing of it, but Sofie knew the true meaning behind it all. Past events that the young girl had seen and the events that she foresaw in her dreams. Even as sadistic as the pictures were and disturbing that such a young child could conjure up such things. She had to pay attention. They were sometimes messages in the form of illustrations.
Stroking her head again she smiled down at her "When you figure out what you want. i will get Trevor to come on over. Okay?" she tilted her head with the questioning. Camille nodded and lifted her head up to look at her "Okay" she answered softly. Hearing her actually speak made Sofie's grin broaden, that was better.
Lifting the cup from the table she moved across the floor and back to the counter "Trevor. Camille's gonna order soon, so could you make sure you go over to her.." asked Sofie politely as she handed the young man the cup. She went to the coffee machine to fix the previous guys order. Sofie casually circulated the floor. Moving to the 'teacher' she placed his fresh coffee upon the table before attending to the rest of the tables. She didnt wish to seem obvious but was definitely intent on going over to this watching man.
Forcing a smile she reached his table and stopped at the side. Looking down at him she observed his face, he didn't look like a crazy person..but these days, could you really tell what somebody was just by looking at the outside alone?
"Are you ready to order?" she questioned with her deep brown gaze upon him. Her tone was soft and friendly though her intentions were a little jaded at the time. She half wanted to badger him. Why was he watching Camille and what did he actually see? or rather think in regards to them drawings. She was a bag of nerves when it came to the young girl. For many reasons a lot of 'people' appeared to be intent on getting ahold of her. Trust was a big issue for Sofie nowadays as she never knew who was out to get them.
Name/Alias: Jodie
Age: 21..soon!!
Roleplay Experience: Ages..
Where did you find us?: I gave birth to you
lolDo you have any other characters?: Sofie Lockwood
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