Post by THALIA FOY on Jul 2, 2009 8:07:55 GMT -8
T H A L I A E L I S E F O Y
* screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS LAUREN, AND I AM SIXTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT A FEW YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE MAVERICK
PRICE. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT
PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS BUBBLE GUM. I HEARD
ABOUT VLV FROM TESS IS DA SHIZZ.
- - - - nicknames, thalie , thals
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, eighteen
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - occupation, aspiring music artist
- - - - wealth class, extremely wealthy
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- - - - hair, blonde
- - - - fashion sense,
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» cigarettes- - - - loathes,
» silk sheets
» intelligence
» men
» literature
» old movies
» aviator sunglasses
» guitars
» anything vintage
» organization
» sunshine
» flirting
» black tights
» fancy parties
» holding hands
» pet names
» sunday night movies
» climbing trees
» not being tied down
» winter mornings
» losing track of time
» spending money
» feeling in control
» life
» ignorance- - - - strenghts,
» feeling out of control
» disorganization
» racism
» pretentious people
» broken hearts
» hospitals
» feeding tubes
» clingy people
» small spaces
» being treated like a baby
» insects
» losing at anything
» guilt
» paper cuts
» long car rides
» vast amounts of water
» depressing movies
» codes
» chapped lips
» sports of any kind
» textured foods
» failure
» paparazzi
» intelligent- - - - weaknesses,
» charming
» independent
» trustworthy
» compassionate
» reliable
» hard-working
» friendly
» passionate
» determined
» skeptical- - - - dreams,
» untrusting
» anti-social
» overly sheltered
» fearful
» stubborn
» unsure of herself
» perfectionist
» sensitive
» anorexic
» pursue a career in singing- - - - fears,
» overcome her eating disorder
» be successful
» make her father proud
» failure- - - - overall personality,
» rejection
» gaining weight
» being alone
» love
» losing control
"i suppose that there is nothing particularly special about me… i’m really just thalia to most people, but i shall go in depth about myself. i am quiet around people that i do not know very well. it’s not that i’m shy, i just like to observe, and take in everything around me. from what my father says i’ve always been like that. after an hour or so of being around a person, i usually open up. you see i am not quiet for too long, but i also do not go into formal introductions very well. i stumble all over myself and end up sounding like a babbling twit. i’m more into questioning something to them, or slipping into a conversation that the person i’m meeting was in, rather than the typical; “i’m thalia, and you are…?” people tell me that i need to open up more, but i’m perfectly content going about things my way. people would describe me as shy, and i’m not even sure that they know me. most who say that are half-wits and that’s why i do not associate with them. while some would describe me as skeptical. it’s not that i judge, it’s just that i’m scared out of my mind of some people, especially those whom i’m potentially attracted to. i suppose that i’m a bit skeptical, i expect people to act much more sophisticated than the average person walking on the street. do you blame me? can you blame me?
i am not innocent when it comes to flirting, if i like someone then i’ll go for it. but i’m scared after that, what do i do? i’ve never figured out the male gender, i’ve always wondered why any of them are ever attracted to me. perhaps that is the root of the problem, i’m unsure of myself. but i’ve always been like that, too. i’ve only have one relationship in my life, and i broke up with him saying that things were going too fast for me, and i wasn’t ready for anything serious. it’s not that i don’t trust people. it’s just that, well that’s exactly it; i don’t trust people. it’s a nasty habit that i have, i never have trusted anyone. i’ve tried, but it never seems to work. i want to trust someone, i really do, but there’s this mental block that my mind has set up, and i can’t get past it. i have many naïve friends who believe in the “love at first sight” concept, but i just can’t. i’ve tried to think about it, but how much can you tell about a person by just looking at them? i’m sure that they can have wonderful eyes, and a nice body, but what about their personality? what about they way that they treat you around their friends, and then once you’re alone? what about those kinds of things? i mean don’t things like that matter anymore? that’s exactly why i cannot allow myself to do such a thing, as to fall in love with the next handsome boy who talks to me. maybe one day i’ll find some kind of prince charming to change my idea of love. but in the meantime, i’m just fine with being good ole’ thalia.
around my close friends i am my charming, suave self. i’m often described as the friend mother. i bring them back down to earth, tell them the sugar-coated truth so that they are not hurt, and yet mildly satisfied with what they wanted to hear. i like to think of myself as the type of friend a friend would like to have. i want to be able to be the girl you trust with your darkest secrets. the one who you know you can trust, and you can. i may seem like I can’t trust other people, but you can trust me. i can keep secrets, and can be trusted with your secrets, things that no one else can know about you. i don’t like a lot of attention, but around my friends it feels like just enough. not so much that i want to escape so i so i can breathe, but the kind that makes me feel good, and makes me the thalia that i am. i can be smooth, funny, charming, suave, all those things that you like in most people, but it’s hard around a lot of different people for me. around strangers i’m on the edge, striving to let them hear what they want to hear. but around my friends i’m just me. thalia. calm, trustworthy, thalia. and i like that person. i want to always be able to act like that person.
over-all I’m a bit scared of things easily. i’m petrified of the opposite sex, but i still want a prince charming, just like every girl does. or maybe i want a frog prince, someone that i can “save”. whatever that is these days. i’m the girl that you want as a friend, or maybe even some incredibly insane person a lover. i suppose that you could like me for my looks, but please do not forget that i have a brain. i think for myself. i have opinions about things, accept new things, and ideas. i’m that weird mix of spunk and yet not too much adolescent blood in me. like i said before, i’m thalia.”
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manhattan , new york- - - - family,
NORA 'WALSH' FOY , deceased , sales agent- - - - pets,
MACKENZIE FOY , thirty nine , music artist
JACQUELINE 'DAWSON' FOY , thirty one , socialite
- - - - overall history,
noah & tinsley
alright. pause and rewind those tapes back to the spring of nineteen eighty nine. the eighties was a decade filled with alternative rock and stretchy pants, everyone doing whatever came to mind and living life to the fullest extent. brooklyn, new york wasn't much different from the way it is now; the run down buildings filled with homeless folks, working men attempting to build up the city, and one woman working as a temporary sales agent at a real estate office just near the limits of new york city. it was a dream come true for nora walsh; she was really doing it, making her dream come true of making money for herself, finally getting out of brooklyn, the place she'd been born and raised in. the company plummeted though, leaving nora without a job or way to support her child that was on the way. she was adamite about refusing to turn to the father of her daughter; but she did. there was no other way to get support.[/ul][/ul]
nora and mackenzie met at a bar just off the west end of brooklyn, where nora had been working just after she dropped out of high school. during their first encounter, there was an instant spark, a connection that neither could explain. she was glowing, the epitome of perfect with illuminative blonde hair and pale blue eyes; it was no wonder mackenzie fell for the woman. but they came from two completely different worlds. nora was a broken, destitute young women from the slums of brooklyn, with little education and not much of a future ahead of her. mackenzie was an elite of manhattan, born into a family of old money, and at the time, pursuing a career in music. they were together for just over a year before mackenzie's family drove nora away. she wasn't like them, and they couldn't accept that; that would never change. three months after cutting off all contact from mackenzie, she found out that she was pregnant, but she didn't tell him; at least not right away.
thalia elise foy was born at the brooklyn united clinic just off fifty seventh street; no hospital, no anesthetics, nothing to dull the pain for her mother. enormous blue eyes and a head of pale blonde hair, she resembled her mother in every way. although mackenzie's parents distained the idea, he and nora were married two months after thalia was born, and got a place together not long after. but with his newly acquired record deal on it's way, mack wasn't present much at home, too busy working on recording his first album. during the first few years of thalia's life, nora went through a phase of depression, contemplating the idea of suicide as opposed to going through with raising a child alone. mackenzie was the one to stop her the first time, but by this point in time, she hated him. she resented him, thinking it his fault for her being in her current situation.
just after her daughter's fourth birthday, nora succeeded in committing suicide. thalia was the one to find her, laying in the bathtub in a pool of blood. traumatized, she wouldn't talk for months. mackenzie tried therapist after therapist, but no one could seem to get the little girl to speak. eventually, she came around, and not long after, mack relocated with his daughter to las vegas, nevada. the two adapted quickly to their new life, in a new city. while mackenzie spent the majority of his time between his music and enjoying the night life of las vegas, thalia was left in the care of her nanny, clara. from little on, mack spoiled thalia, giving her everything should could possibly want. but material objects would never replace what she really needed; a father who was present in her life.
at thirteen years old, thalia developed an eating disorder. no one caught on at first, until she ended up in the ICU with a tube down her nose. she had starved herself, almost to the point of death, and although she was finally getting help, she had a long way to go. three weeks after being hospitalized, thalia was sent to a treatment center in virginia, and continued to go back there almost every year until she was fifteen, for long periods at a time. she was often picked on at school because of her struggles with her anorexia, and this caused her to keep to herself most of the time. although she seemed to struggle in getting along with other girls, thalia had no problem attracting those of the opposite gender. with her natural beauty and charming personality, she found that she could easily have just about any guy that she wanted; not that she would ever used this to her advantage. thalia wasn't the type to manipulate, and her trust issues stopped her from ever being able to keep a relationship.
mackenzie remarried, just after thalia's sixteenth birthday, to a woman who she happens to greatly disdain. jacqueline is charming and beautiful, yes, but everyone know's that she's only after her father's money; that is, everyone except mack. she doesn't have the heart to tell him, though, so for now she just puts up with her pretentious stepmother. recently, thalia graduated from high school. at eighteen, she plans on attending college in the fall, as well as following in her father's footsteps and pursing a career in music. she's single, and has yet to meet a boy who's managed to snag her heart. but in the meantime, she's just fine with being good ole' thalia.
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