Post by Ange Laris on May 5, 2008 20:14:13 GMT -5
Student
Name: Ange Laris
Age: 17
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Senior
Clique Normal
Description:
Personality:Ange likes to be different, her own self, and even if she didn't she wouldn't be able to help who she was. She was raised very poorly in France and she learned how to survive without depending on anyone for help. Basically, she grew up way too fast for her own good. She was never a little girl at heart, she was mature and quiet most of the time. Don't get me wrong, that was only until she moved to America. Now she is very outgoing and she is one that if she see's you alone in any random place she would introduce herself and usually end up with a new friend, that or just regected. But with her past, she was way too used to regection.
Ange means Angel in French, which Ange is. She can be very sweet and caring, even if you hated her she would help you out if you were in trouble. She is the bestfriend that you could tell your darkest secrets to and know that they won't be whispered to someone else in Bio class. Ange is the best friend and girl friend that you dream of, the one that you always wish your friend acted like. She will come to you at any time of day or night if you need her, not even an excuse is needed for her to be at your front door in five minutes.
Now, that was if she was having a good day or if your on her good side. It would be psycho for her to be like that 24/7. She has anger issues and will snap on you without warning, even if you are her best friend. But don't worry, she has meds for that. Unfortunatly for you they don't make meds for violence. But that's just food for thought.
If you disagree with Ange or get too far across the line she will snap and not only in words, if you persist and threaten her like most stubborn girls do they won't just get some hair ripped out or a small slap across the face. Unlike most girls she will punch--and not the weak girly kind either. She has a bit of a criminal record, she once got into a bad enough fight to where she had to slam the girls face into the curb, spliting her nose open. You would never expect sweet little Ange to be like that, now would you?
History:Now, Ange hardly ever speaks a word about her past, but I guess I could tell you just this once.
Ange just about grew up in the worst part of France. She was born to die, as she says it but really she was just born unwanted and some how that followed her threw life. Her birth mother dropped her off at a police station as a new born, from there she grew up in an orphanage until she was three. Than it happened, her knew adoptive mother came--Julian Laris took her 'home'. Isn't home supposed to be a place you can always feel at ease? A place you can't wait to get to? A dream that some how came into shallow reality? Unfortunatly for Ange she was given a nightmere. All she truly remembers of the house is her new 'mom' sleeping 24/7 with beer bottles covering the carpet, she has never remembered seeing the floor.
Ange was of course a simple name Ange Laris, ignored the whole time she was at Julians home. That is until she turned ten, than it was like Julian woke up. From than on all she could remember was her screaming at her for no apparent reason and guys coming in and out of the house. Not often but it did happen, guys did approach Ange and were often drunk and wouldn't hesitate to touch her. That life helped her grow immune to people crying and her own tears, it changed her regular self to who she is today.
One day Ange came home from school, prying open the door from all the trash on the floor. She simply walked into her room and layed on her bed, feeling as if she had missed something. Julian didn't swear at her or threaten her that she would be dead in the morning. Thinking that she was probably with some guy she began to draw, ignoring her thoughts. That was until she heard a loud bang, no doubt a gun shot. So like anyone else Ange peeked out of her room to see what happened, only to find Julian being thrown onto the bottles on the floor, her cold eyes staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Ange had no emotion and simply watched as the blood slowly dripped down her forhead from the broken bottles, the bullet was shot at her stomach. Obviously only meant for her to suffer. That was when she saw some guy come out of the room and wink at Ange, than just like any other day he simply walked out the door.
You could say Ange killed Julian, simply watching her bleed and not bothering to dial the three digit number to save her life. Ange had simply came out of her room and sat infront of her, as the life drained from her eyes. Now this she distinctly remembers--Julian was still alive and breathing, though with each breath she came closer to death. Her last words to Ange were, I hope you burn in hell, you dum bitch. Of course she wasn't able to say it as strongly as she usually did, for she used up her last breath to spat those out. Ange simply blankly stared at her as her eyes came colorless, only than did she call the police.
After that incident she was sent to America to live in an orphanage there, after some begging of course. There she lived for four years, once she turned sixteen they decided she was fine to live with some friends.
Name: Ange Laris
Age: 17
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Senior
Clique Normal
Description:
Personality:Ange likes to be different, her own self, and even if she didn't she wouldn't be able to help who she was. She was raised very poorly in France and she learned how to survive without depending on anyone for help. Basically, she grew up way too fast for her own good. She was never a little girl at heart, she was mature and quiet most of the time. Don't get me wrong, that was only until she moved to America. Now she is very outgoing and she is one that if she see's you alone in any random place she would introduce herself and usually end up with a new friend, that or just regected. But with her past, she was way too used to regection.
Ange means Angel in French, which Ange is. She can be very sweet and caring, even if you hated her she would help you out if you were in trouble. She is the bestfriend that you could tell your darkest secrets to and know that they won't be whispered to someone else in Bio class. Ange is the best friend and girl friend that you dream of, the one that you always wish your friend acted like. She will come to you at any time of day or night if you need her, not even an excuse is needed for her to be at your front door in five minutes.
Now, that was if she was having a good day or if your on her good side. It would be psycho for her to be like that 24/7. She has anger issues and will snap on you without warning, even if you are her best friend. But don't worry, she has meds for that. Unfortunatly for you they don't make meds for violence. But that's just food for thought.
If you disagree with Ange or get too far across the line she will snap and not only in words, if you persist and threaten her like most stubborn girls do they won't just get some hair ripped out or a small slap across the face. Unlike most girls she will punch--and not the weak girly kind either. She has a bit of a criminal record, she once got into a bad enough fight to where she had to slam the girls face into the curb, spliting her nose open. You would never expect sweet little Ange to be like that, now would you?
History:Now, Ange hardly ever speaks a word about her past, but I guess I could tell you just this once.
Ange just about grew up in the worst part of France. She was born to die, as she says it but really she was just born unwanted and some how that followed her threw life. Her birth mother dropped her off at a police station as a new born, from there she grew up in an orphanage until she was three. Than it happened, her knew adoptive mother came--Julian Laris took her 'home'. Isn't home supposed to be a place you can always feel at ease? A place you can't wait to get to? A dream that some how came into shallow reality? Unfortunatly for Ange she was given a nightmere. All she truly remembers of the house is her new 'mom' sleeping 24/7 with beer bottles covering the carpet, she has never remembered seeing the floor.
Ange was of course a simple name Ange Laris, ignored the whole time she was at Julians home. That is until she turned ten, than it was like Julian woke up. From than on all she could remember was her screaming at her for no apparent reason and guys coming in and out of the house. Not often but it did happen, guys did approach Ange and were often drunk and wouldn't hesitate to touch her. That life helped her grow immune to people crying and her own tears, it changed her regular self to who she is today.
One day Ange came home from school, prying open the door from all the trash on the floor. She simply walked into her room and layed on her bed, feeling as if she had missed something. Julian didn't swear at her or threaten her that she would be dead in the morning. Thinking that she was probably with some guy she began to draw, ignoring her thoughts. That was until she heard a loud bang, no doubt a gun shot. So like anyone else Ange peeked out of her room to see what happened, only to find Julian being thrown onto the bottles on the floor, her cold eyes staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Ange had no emotion and simply watched as the blood slowly dripped down her forhead from the broken bottles, the bullet was shot at her stomach. Obviously only meant for her to suffer. That was when she saw some guy come out of the room and wink at Ange, than just like any other day he simply walked out the door.
You could say Ange killed Julian, simply watching her bleed and not bothering to dial the three digit number to save her life. Ange had simply came out of her room and sat infront of her, as the life drained from her eyes. Now this she distinctly remembers--Julian was still alive and breathing, though with each breath she came closer to death. Her last words to Ange were, I hope you burn in hell, you dum bitch. Of course she wasn't able to say it as strongly as she usually did, for she used up her last breath to spat those out. Ange simply blankly stared at her as her eyes came colorless, only than did she call the police.
After that incident she was sent to America to live in an orphanage there, after some begging of course. There she lived for four years, once she turned sixteen they decided she was fine to live with some friends.
