Post by mina on Aug 7, 2009 13:30:44 GMT -5
Character's Name (nicknames):
mina bowen
Gender:
female
Age:
eighteen
Category:
human
Sub-Category:
n/a
Sexual Orientation:
straight
Family:
juliet bowen, mother, thirty eight
jack bowen, father, deceased
samuel bowen, brother, twenty one
Character History:
it was raining when mina came into the world, but the weather was hardly something to remark upon, since her birth took place in a forks hospital. as we all know, rain is hardly out of the ordinary there. juliet and jack, the new parents, struggled to think of a name for a while, as do most, though eventually they settled on naming their baby daughter after a character in their favourite book, which at the time was ironically 'dracula.' the meaning of the name mina is also love, which fit the young couple well, as they were childhood sweethearts, and only twenty years of age.
three years flew by, in which mina grew, said her first word, and learnt to walk, and then something terrible happened. thankfully, mina was too young to remember it, though the event still changed her life drastically. samuel bowen - mina's father - who was but twenty three years old, was curiously murdered whilst taking a walk. he always loved the woods, especially the ones in forks, and used to stroll through them as often as he could make time to, sometimes even taking baby mina along.
all that mina can remember of that time was that her mother was never the same again. she took to crying everyday, and in due course began to neglect her child. a few months passed, and juliet - mina's mother - decided that she would have to move away from forks if she were ever to forget her late husband. so, at three and a half, though mina did not know it, her life had been transformed in many different ways - ways which she would not find out about until much later on in her life - and along with that, her home was no more. her mother sold the house and took herself and mina to england, where they began a new life, living in a tiny council flat.
a few months later, juliet gave birth to a baby boy, who she loved more than mina. he was the spitting image of his father, and in her eyes, her husband's last gift to her before he died. for mina, growing up with a mother who so obviously adored her son more was horrible, as would it be for anyone. time showed the effects of mina's neglect, and she grew up an independent, strong willed
child, though deep down hurt at her mother's apparent dislike for her. despite her obvious family troubles, mina was able to stay the happy girl she had always been, thanks to a great group of friends. however, juliet's neglect of her daughter grew with each passing year, until it reached breaking point, and the fights began.
mina was just seventeen when she decided that she had had enough. filing for emancipation was one of her hardest decisions of her life, but she did it, and after a court hearing became her own legal guardian. the first thing she did was to finish her exams, and then she caught the first flight to forks, washington. the reason for choosing to return to the place of her birth was simple; from the few stories her mother had told her, when she had been in a good mood, forks was essentially the place of their families true happiness - and, of course, their absolute tragedy. there was one other reason for mina's return after fourteen years to forks, despite wanting to be happy and needing a place to live. the reason was that there was an air of mystery surrounding her father's death - mina found it odd that his body had never been found, and that there seemed to be no record of his death anywhere.
perhaps it was the knowledge that forks was where she was born, or because it was so beautiful, but mina settled into washington incredibly well. it seemed to her that she belonged here, and having learnt to be independent from an early age, working full time and living alone proved to be an easy feat for the seventeen year old. most of the time, she lied and told employers that she was nineteen, and having always looked older than she was, mina managed to get away with this on many occasions. her house was small and barely furnished, but she got by, and that was all that mattered to mina.
mina has been in forks for four months now. her eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, which marks her father's death fifteen years ago. in the little time which mina has been in forks, she has been trying desperately to uncover the mystery of his death. though she has no idea, the actual truth is that her father is not dead - he was bitten by a vampire on that fateful day fifteen years previously. luckily, he managed to stumble away, and after three days was transformed.
of course, as far as mina is concerned, vampires do not exist.
Character Appearance:
mina is pale, though so are most who have grown up in england or live in forks. she has a childish face, with big brown eyes and round cheeks. her hair hangs a few inches below her shoulders, is a dark shade of brown, and has a natural wave to it. body wise, she is petite, standing at 5'4.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ independent
+ funny
+ determined
+ courageous
+ genuinely nice
+ doesn't care what people think
+ naturally charming
- temper
- unsocial
- never applied herself in school
- overly curious
- impatient
- short attention span
- craves company
- holds grudges
Personality:
on the most part, mina is a genuinely nice girl with a bit of bite. she makes people laugh without meaning to, is determined, kind, fun to be around and would help anyone who asked. on the other hand, she has a temper that would put the incredible hulk to shame, is unsociable on the most part, and has a curiousity that would certainly kill the cat. generally, mina is a very relaxed 'go with the flow' type of girl - but, should someone say something which hits a nerve, she will turn into a completely different person. in the past, her mother dragged her to an anger management meeting, as mina had become so angry that she had torn out her own hair, and punched a hole in the door. impatience is also a trait which often accompanies an awful temper, and mina is certainly impatient. she was the child that asked 'are we there yet?' five minutes into the car journey to reach a holiday destination.
she also has a very dream-like mind, and always drifts off and dwells upon thinks she enjoys thinking about, rather than what might be happening in reality. hence, her attention span is short, and due to a love of the imagined, her colourful mind lacks as far as anything logical is concerned. in maths, science, internet technology and the like, mina recieved such an awful grade that it was enough even for her neglectful mother to be concerned. however, in english, drama and art, her grades were soaring, which was enough to shut most of the teachers up.
though mina is not a brilliant intellect, her imagination is vast, and she possesses a natural charm, which when she feels sociable enough to apply it, is enough to make nearly anyone laugh or like her. most of the time, mina has a big smile on her face, as she is a genuinely happy person - however, if that grin ever disappears, then those who know her will realise that they have a lot to worry about. a lot of the time, mina pretends to smile even if she is upset - in her opinion, it is better to lie, and let the world think that you're happy, if the truth hurts.
on the surface, mina appears to be very strong and carefree, but of course that is not the case. if someone insults her, she'll say something witty back and laugh about it, but inside she'll already be making plans to run home and cry. a lot of people assume that just because she's a nice person, she is going to be a pushover - but they'd be wrong. the thing is, mina doesn't waste time with catty remarks. she gets straight to the point. since she has a horrendous temper problem, often, that can mean a punch to the face.
mina also has a great love of the unknown, though just like many others, she also fears it. the dark intrigues her, as do ghost stories and horror films. a lot of the time, mina pretends to be courageous and will accept silly dares like 'walk through the graveyard at midnight' though secretly she will be terrified. putting on a brave face is what matters to her.
RP sample:
Celebrity Claim:
leighton meester
Special Word:
jacob
mina bowen
Gender:
female
Age:
eighteen
Category:
human
Sub-Category:
n/a
Sexual Orientation:
straight
Family:
juliet bowen, mother, thirty eight
samuel bowen, brother, twenty one
Character History:
it was raining when mina came into the world, but the weather was hardly something to remark upon, since her birth took place in a forks hospital. as we all know, rain is hardly out of the ordinary there. juliet and jack, the new parents, struggled to think of a name for a while, as do most, though eventually they settled on naming their baby daughter after a character in their favourite book, which at the time was ironically 'dracula.' the meaning of the name mina is also love, which fit the young couple well, as they were childhood sweethearts, and only twenty years of age.
three years flew by, in which mina grew, said her first word, and learnt to walk, and then something terrible happened. thankfully, mina was too young to remember it, though the event still changed her life drastically. samuel bowen - mina's father - who was but twenty three years old, was curiously murdered whilst taking a walk. he always loved the woods, especially the ones in forks, and used to stroll through them as often as he could make time to, sometimes even taking baby mina along.
all that mina can remember of that time was that her mother was never the same again. she took to crying everyday, and in due course began to neglect her child. a few months passed, and juliet - mina's mother - decided that she would have to move away from forks if she were ever to forget her late husband. so, at three and a half, though mina did not know it, her life had been transformed in many different ways - ways which she would not find out about until much later on in her life - and along with that, her home was no more. her mother sold the house and took herself and mina to england, where they began a new life, living in a tiny council flat.
a few months later, juliet gave birth to a baby boy, who she loved more than mina. he was the spitting image of his father, and in her eyes, her husband's last gift to her before he died. for mina, growing up with a mother who so obviously adored her son more was horrible, as would it be for anyone. time showed the effects of mina's neglect, and she grew up an independent, strong willed
child, though deep down hurt at her mother's apparent dislike for her. despite her obvious family troubles, mina was able to stay the happy girl she had always been, thanks to a great group of friends. however, juliet's neglect of her daughter grew with each passing year, until it reached breaking point, and the fights began.
mina was just seventeen when she decided that she had had enough. filing for emancipation was one of her hardest decisions of her life, but she did it, and after a court hearing became her own legal guardian. the first thing she did was to finish her exams, and then she caught the first flight to forks, washington. the reason for choosing to return to the place of her birth was simple; from the few stories her mother had told her, when she had been in a good mood, forks was essentially the place of their families true happiness - and, of course, their absolute tragedy. there was one other reason for mina's return after fourteen years to forks, despite wanting to be happy and needing a place to live. the reason was that there was an air of mystery surrounding her father's death - mina found it odd that his body had never been found, and that there seemed to be no record of his death anywhere.
perhaps it was the knowledge that forks was where she was born, or because it was so beautiful, but mina settled into washington incredibly well. it seemed to her that she belonged here, and having learnt to be independent from an early age, working full time and living alone proved to be an easy feat for the seventeen year old. most of the time, she lied and told employers that she was nineteen, and having always looked older than she was, mina managed to get away with this on many occasions. her house was small and barely furnished, but she got by, and that was all that mattered to mina.
mina has been in forks for four months now. her eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, which marks her father's death fifteen years ago. in the little time which mina has been in forks, she has been trying desperately to uncover the mystery of his death. though she has no idea, the actual truth is that her father is not dead - he was bitten by a vampire on that fateful day fifteen years previously. luckily, he managed to stumble away, and after three days was transformed.
of course, as far as mina is concerned, vampires do not exist.
Character Appearance:
mina is pale, though so are most who have grown up in england or live in forks. she has a childish face, with big brown eyes and round cheeks. her hair hangs a few inches below her shoulders, is a dark shade of brown, and has a natural wave to it. body wise, she is petite, standing at 5'4.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ independent
+ funny
+ determined
+ courageous
+ genuinely nice
+ doesn't care what people think
+ naturally charming
- temper
- unsocial
- never applied herself in school
- overly curious
- impatient
- short attention span
- craves company
- holds grudges
Personality:
on the most part, mina is a genuinely nice girl with a bit of bite. she makes people laugh without meaning to, is determined, kind, fun to be around and would help anyone who asked. on the other hand, she has a temper that would put the incredible hulk to shame, is unsociable on the most part, and has a curiousity that would certainly kill the cat. generally, mina is a very relaxed 'go with the flow' type of girl - but, should someone say something which hits a nerve, she will turn into a completely different person. in the past, her mother dragged her to an anger management meeting, as mina had become so angry that she had torn out her own hair, and punched a hole in the door. impatience is also a trait which often accompanies an awful temper, and mina is certainly impatient. she was the child that asked 'are we there yet?' five minutes into the car journey to reach a holiday destination.
she also has a very dream-like mind, and always drifts off and dwells upon thinks she enjoys thinking about, rather than what might be happening in reality. hence, her attention span is short, and due to a love of the imagined, her colourful mind lacks as far as anything logical is concerned. in maths, science, internet technology and the like, mina recieved such an awful grade that it was enough even for her neglectful mother to be concerned. however, in english, drama and art, her grades were soaring, which was enough to shut most of the teachers up.
though mina is not a brilliant intellect, her imagination is vast, and she possesses a natural charm, which when she feels sociable enough to apply it, is enough to make nearly anyone laugh or like her. most of the time, mina has a big smile on her face, as she is a genuinely happy person - however, if that grin ever disappears, then those who know her will realise that they have a lot to worry about. a lot of the time, mina pretends to smile even if she is upset - in her opinion, it is better to lie, and let the world think that you're happy, if the truth hurts.
on the surface, mina appears to be very strong and carefree, but of course that is not the case. if someone insults her, she'll say something witty back and laugh about it, but inside she'll already be making plans to run home and cry. a lot of people assume that just because she's a nice person, she is going to be a pushover - but they'd be wrong. the thing is, mina doesn't waste time with catty remarks. she gets straight to the point. since she has a horrendous temper problem, often, that can mean a punch to the face.
mina also has a great love of the unknown, though just like many others, she also fears it. the dark intrigues her, as do ghost stories and horror films. a lot of the time, mina pretends to be courageous and will accept silly dares like 'walk through the graveyard at midnight' though secretly she will be terrified. putting on a brave face is what matters to her.
RP sample:
For all the time that Didyme had been gone, Marcus had yet to shed a single tear. It was infuriating, really, that this simple show of emotion was impossible for him. He had wondered on many occasions what it would feel like to cry - the last time a tear had escaped his eyes, their irises had been blue, not crimson. It had, therefore, been a long time ago, and time, the cruel, bitter being that it is, had caused Marcus to forget how it truly felt to cry. Perhaps, he thought, it would have been just a little bit easier for him to mourn Didyme's death if he could only cry - the moment he considered this thought, however, he at once dismissed it, his spirits darkening dangerously. How could anything, anything in the entire world, make forgetting her any easier? Her; her soft smile, her gentle laughter, her wild, doe eyes that had once held Marcus captivated for hours on end, her pearly voice, her face, smooth as silk, as she lay expressionless on the cold floor, a corpse, as Marcus cried over her lifeless body...
An agony that was almost physically painful ripped through Marcus's body at a startling speed, making him want to bury his face in his hands with defeat. He was so tired of feeling this way, so exhausted with the memories of her swimming in and out of his head, fatigued by the horrific emotions which he endured, day after day, week after week, year after year. Though he dearly wished to do anything but sit absolutely still, as he had been for an entire day now, he would not move. He was determined to stay in the same position which he had been in all day, positively unmoving save the odd twitch of a finger, or the blinking of his heavy lidded eyes. Any deliberate movement, even it were very small, required too much effort for Marcus's liking. Instead of giving into his emotions, which were telling him that he needed to collapse and cry dry tears, he simply remained where he was, sitting perfectly still upon one of the wooden thrones that resided in the stone antechamber, his long, pale arms hanging lifelessly by his side.
He was almost alone in the cold, dark chamber that was rarely used by the rest of his family - they much preferred the larger, more spacious cavern located on the western side of Volterra. There was one other occupying the room with him, and that was Chelsea, a member of the Guard. She had become part of the Volturi some two hundred years after Marcus. She was a sweet girl, very chirpy and whimsical, though Marcus did not know her all that well. They had spoken before, on many occasions actually, but his mind had been, as it always was, focused upon a completely different time than the one he occupied. He observed Chelsea from a distance, considering greeting her, as she had only just entered the cavern - but then Didyme's face swam back into his mind, and his eyes glazed over as he sunk back into the other realm inside of his head.
Where was the reason behind him being so sullen, though? Marcus was not entirely sure himself; he knew that sitting as still a statue was not going to bring her back. There was no bringing her back, not now - and yet, he still found himself incapable of movement or displaying any emotion for days on end, as if by doing so he was rejecting the mere possibility that she could no longer exist. He supposed it was a way to hold his feelings inside, to prevent them from leaking through his inner wall to the ouside, where they would be put on show for everyone to witness. If anyone should become even slightly aware of just how truly unbearable the feeling was which Marcus endured daily, then he would feel as if he were ignominious. As if he had brought shame upon the all powerful Volturi, who supposedly did not have one weak spot. Marcus was weak, he knew it - perhaps not physically, but he was certainly vulnerable in his mind.
Every day, he fought a losing battle with his pride, determined to never let his constant facade of indifference drop. Though, in all honesty, was there anything left beyond his blank face now? Was there anything deep within Marcus Boudreaux to salvage, something that had not been tainted and destroyed by Didyme's death?
He tried so frequently not to ponder upon the achingly empty eternity that stretched out before him, an eternity which he would no doubt be spending alone. The collosal amount of time that was laid before him made Marcus feel he were choking, drowning in a nothingness which he could not quite escape from, despite how very hard he tried to. Such a long existance he had spent, mourning, and so much time left. Endless time. Marcus knew that he would welcome death with open arms, if and when it should call upon his door, knowing that with death came a vast emptyness. No pain. No memories. No Didyme. That would, in Marcus's mind, be preferrable to the so-called life he was living now.
Though Marcus wanted death terribly, he was not prepared to end his life himself, or even ask one of his brothers to do so. Perhaps it was cowardice that was preventing him from doing just this. There was a goblet made of finely coloured glass sitting on the arm of Marcus's wooden throne, which had previously been filled to the brim with human blood. He looked at it casually, considering how, if he really wanted to, he could right then and there crush the glass and use it to bleed himself, before setting himself alight.
It would be a reasonable way to die, Marcus knew, taking his sheer desperation into account... and yet his body refused to move, refused to even flex a mere muscle in his arm so that he could pick the glass up. Refused to move for the fear that the very moment he did, he may erupt in frantic sobs at long last, the weight of the world he had lost crushing him.
An agony that was almost physically painful ripped through Marcus's body at a startling speed, making him want to bury his face in his hands with defeat. He was so tired of feeling this way, so exhausted with the memories of her swimming in and out of his head, fatigued by the horrific emotions which he endured, day after day, week after week, year after year. Though he dearly wished to do anything but sit absolutely still, as he had been for an entire day now, he would not move. He was determined to stay in the same position which he had been in all day, positively unmoving save the odd twitch of a finger, or the blinking of his heavy lidded eyes. Any deliberate movement, even it were very small, required too much effort for Marcus's liking. Instead of giving into his emotions, which were telling him that he needed to collapse and cry dry tears, he simply remained where he was, sitting perfectly still upon one of the wooden thrones that resided in the stone antechamber, his long, pale arms hanging lifelessly by his side.
He was almost alone in the cold, dark chamber that was rarely used by the rest of his family - they much preferred the larger, more spacious cavern located on the western side of Volterra. There was one other occupying the room with him, and that was Chelsea, a member of the Guard. She had become part of the Volturi some two hundred years after Marcus. She was a sweet girl, very chirpy and whimsical, though Marcus did not know her all that well. They had spoken before, on many occasions actually, but his mind had been, as it always was, focused upon a completely different time than the one he occupied. He observed Chelsea from a distance, considering greeting her, as she had only just entered the cavern - but then Didyme's face swam back into his mind, and his eyes glazed over as he sunk back into the other realm inside of his head.
Where was the reason behind him being so sullen, though? Marcus was not entirely sure himself; he knew that sitting as still a statue was not going to bring her back. There was no bringing her back, not now - and yet, he still found himself incapable of movement or displaying any emotion for days on end, as if by doing so he was rejecting the mere possibility that she could no longer exist. He supposed it was a way to hold his feelings inside, to prevent them from leaking through his inner wall to the ouside, where they would be put on show for everyone to witness. If anyone should become even slightly aware of just how truly unbearable the feeling was which Marcus endured daily, then he would feel as if he were ignominious. As if he had brought shame upon the all powerful Volturi, who supposedly did not have one weak spot. Marcus was weak, he knew it - perhaps not physically, but he was certainly vulnerable in his mind.
Every day, he fought a losing battle with his pride, determined to never let his constant facade of indifference drop. Though, in all honesty, was there anything left beyond his blank face now? Was there anything deep within Marcus Boudreaux to salvage, something that had not been tainted and destroyed by Didyme's death?
He tried so frequently not to ponder upon the achingly empty eternity that stretched out before him, an eternity which he would no doubt be spending alone. The collosal amount of time that was laid before him made Marcus feel he were choking, drowning in a nothingness which he could not quite escape from, despite how very hard he tried to. Such a long existance he had spent, mourning, and so much time left. Endless time. Marcus knew that he would welcome death with open arms, if and when it should call upon his door, knowing that with death came a vast emptyness. No pain. No memories. No Didyme. That would, in Marcus's mind, be preferrable to the so-called life he was living now.
Though Marcus wanted death terribly, he was not prepared to end his life himself, or even ask one of his brothers to do so. Perhaps it was cowardice that was preventing him from doing just this. There was a goblet made of finely coloured glass sitting on the arm of Marcus's wooden throne, which had previously been filled to the brim with human blood. He looked at it casually, considering how, if he really wanted to, he could right then and there crush the glass and use it to bleed himself, before setting himself alight.
It would be a reasonable way to die, Marcus knew, taking his sheer desperation into account... and yet his body refused to move, refused to even flex a mere muscle in his arm so that he could pick the glass up. Refused to move for the fear that the very moment he did, he may erupt in frantic sobs at long last, the weight of the world he had lost crushing him.
Celebrity Claim:
leighton meester
Special Word:
jacob