Post by Destery Greene on Aug 14, 2011 15:50:54 GMT -5
d e s t e r y kade g r e e n e
[/color][/font]one bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight[/right]
back to back they faced each other
[/color][/font]they drew their swords and shot each other [/right]
bethy !
[/font]18 | PM | anne christine speckhart | human[/center]
Here I am, bethy ! I’m eighteen years old and I’ve been roleplaying for about two years, give or take. I found this place because of the amazing I made it. xD I have 0 characters already. If you want to get in contact with me just send me a message through PM or AIM.
one was blind and the other couldn’t see
[/color][/font]so they chose a dummy for a referee[/right]
;;character full name} Destery Kade Greene
--->nickname(s)} DesDes, Kady
;; age.birthday} 19; January 4
;; sexuality} Straight
;; species} Human
a deaf policeman heard the noise
[/color][/font]he came and he killed those two dead boys[/right]
Destery is only 5'4 but she has miles of legs. She is thin and her posture isn't always great, so sometimes she looks smaller than she really is. Her hair is long, thick and dark. It flows nearly to the middle of her back. When light hits it just right, the dark brown appears to have reddish highlights. Her eyes are a pale gray color. She has plump, pink lips and pale skin. The bridge of her nose and her cheeks are speckled with freckles.
Destery loves clothes and she has a million different outfits. But she would never wear anything too revealing. She doesn't like to show cleavage and she believes in the end of the fingertip rule. You can often spot her with a smudge of ink on the bridge of her nose or a splatter of paint on her jeans. And she never goes anywhere without her camera.
i watched from the corner
[/color][/font]of the big, round table[/right]
[ quiet, thoughtful, artsy, dreamer, sweet ]
;; likes} photography, art, drawing, lazy Sundays, stars, helping others, family, old movies, and dandelions.
;; dislikes} rude people, city light, litter, complete darkness, the noises she hears in complete darkness, being clumsy, spiders, and the cold.
;; strengths} photograph, art, giving advice, seeing beauty that most would overlook, and humbleness.
;; weaknesses} strangers, breaking out of her shell, daydreaming, indecisive, avoids problems.
;; nightmares} losing the people she loves.
;; goals} to get her art noticed.
the only eyewitness to the facts of my fable
[/color][/font]but if you don’t believe that my lies are true[/right]
just ask the blind man
[/color][/font]he saw it all, too[/right]
[ the Greene's tree, condensed ]
;; father} Damon Greene was twenty-six and was a contractor
;; mother} Lisa Greene was twenty-four and was a waitress
;; like-parent} Elaine Greene is sixty-eight and is retired
;; sibling(s)} Landon Greene is seventeen and is a student
;; significant other(s)} none
;; offspring} none
Destery was born to a young couple out of wedlock. It wasn't the typical story of a young couple getting pregnant and the father running away. No. They loved each other and their unborn child very much. They were already planning their wedding and decided that Lisa getting pregnant was just a sign that they should get hitched sooner. The wedding was planned a month before the due date; probably not good planning on their part. It had to be canceled when Destery decided to come early. She was sickly when she was born and had to stay in observation for weeks.
When they were finally able to bring their baby home they fawned over her. They were careful to keep her healthy and would freak out anytime they thought she was showing signs of illness. To say Destery was sheltered would be an understatement. What really made her parents anxious was the way she would sometimes look away from them at empty air.
The Greene's were married several months later. The three of them were the picture perfect family. A little while later there would be a new addition to the family. Little Landon, a baby boy. Things went on perfectly for a bit. Until one day, when Destery was six years old.
The two children were visiting their grandmother in Shreveport. They had gotten to spend the entire weekend with her while their parents were on vacation. That weekend stretched into weeks. Finally, Gran broke down after Destery asked for the hundredth time, "Where are Mommy and Daddy?"
She wouldn't learn until later (when she was old enough to actually understand) that they had been killed by a drunk driver.
Destery and Landon lived with their grandmother from then on.
Her grandmother began to worry about Destery when the she would find the young girl talking to herself. But it didn't seem like she was really talking to herself. Gran heard Destery say this once, "You aren't really here, Mister. You're dead and I don't want you to be real." Gran tried to brush it off as Destery having a wild imagination. Things seemed to get better when Destery was about ten. She stopped talking to people who weren't there and turned her attention to school and art.
Destery was a good student; brought home straight As. She became interested in art at a young age. She was around eight when she picked up a paint brush and hasn't laid it down since. She began photography in junior high and might just love it more than drawing and painting.
Straight out of high school, Destery snagged an internship at the newspaper. She is also an Art Major at LSUS.
She is trying to make something out of herself. But the things that she saw when she was younger weren't imagination and she didn't grow out of it. She simply closed herself off. Problem is...things can't be locked away forever...
credits
[/color][/font]lizard of caution 2.0 made this lovely thing you see before you, please treat it well and edit at will[/right]
