Post by APHRODITE ANDREA DARR on Mar 18, 2010 21:48:54 GMT -5
FULL NAME: aphrodite andrea darr.[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: andi, various.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: twenty four , april sixteenth
HOMETOWN: charlotte, south carolina
ILLNESSES: none
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: citizen
everything about your character goes here. three two one: go.[/blockquote][/font]
like all young teenagers, i had my bad ass moments. i lived in south carolina, where underground clubs were the thing. there weren't that many that were really known, and talked about openly. you were either in or you were out. and i was in. i was one of the few girls that was 'popular,' and still managed to maintain a good reputation. just because i partied, and was a bit of a closet wild child, didn't mean i had to sleep around. i didn't. i had two best friends, that were with me at all times, and we'd have 'slumber parties' on the nights that the clubs were bound to be packed and fun filled. my parents, of course, would never have thought their charming little southern belle would do anything even mildly rash or daring. my parents were hypocrites. my mother was seventeen, and my father eighteen when i was conceived. though, i suppose that they merely worried about me making the same 'mistake.' though they insisted that i was one of the best things that ever happened. i had to keep my grades up, and i was the debate team captain, along with the quizbowl captain, cheer squad co-captain, and homecoming queen, and valedictorian. i went to usc. my goal was to finish in three years instead of four. i was always doing things so fast. trying to make my parents proud, and maintain their approval. but college was different. i didn't have morgan, or sam, no one watching my back, at parties. i didn't know all these people, and they didn't know me. there was no way to tell the players from the real men, and at the very first frat party thrown, an open house, actually, i met this guy. his name was darin. he was a senior, and i was a lowly freshman. still, despite everyones warnings, i began getting a big head. i forgot college was different. no one noticed you even if you were the unattainable crazy chase in high school. then, one night, we were out, and he went to get my drink. we were of course, at a party, so i didn't think anything of it. a little bit later, i began getting tired, and he offered to take me home. i tried to play it off, but we left soon after. i had no idea what had happened. when we got there, he helped me into my room. i was lying there, half passed out, my vision quite impaired when i realized he was on top of me. now, i having been in every sport offered ( even swimteam ) i thought i would've been able to fight him off. but i immediately realized i was almost completely immobile. my dress was torn, and he began touching me roughly, as i kept pleading. no. stop please. please stop. the only thing that saved me was one of my roommates walking in. when he ran out, i ran to the bathroom, blood all over my dress, crying. i came out, to talk to her, thinking there'd be some sort of kind words. instead, there was a couple more girls from down the hall, laughing at me, telling me they told me so. asking what i was supposed to expect? i tried to transfer, to go home. but my parents said that i should stay. of course, i didn't tell them the story either. sad thing was, i thought i was in love with him. and i'm not even sure i wasn't, now. but the past is behind me. now, i'm a bit weary of men, relationships, and anyone 'charming.' my best friend...well, i hate him. he's a complete douche-bag, and we've even drunkenly fucked a few times, considering we were..drunk. he stays around, and i tell him everything. we don't have the greatest relationship, and for sometime now, some of my friends have been telling me that he's in love with me. i think they're full of bs. just saying. anyhow, i'm now a counselour jackson academy. i have a way with people, and kids. even due to my run-in with bad luck, i still went on and got my degree. i love helping people. one day, i want to go back to south carolina and open up a ranch that specializes in helping children. a sort of equestrian therapy. animals are said to help children, and such, and i love them too. i spend my summers devoted to more college, and building houses with the habitat for humanity people. and this place isn't great, but it has a lot of kids that are pretty fucked up. aren't we all though? and would we be if there was just someone to listen sometimes? that's what i'm here for...
NAME/ALIAS: abbi.[/blockquote][/font]
AGE: sixteen.
EXPERIENCE: lil bit.
TIMEZONE: idefk.
ANYTHING ELSE: <3
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