Post by Ourania Ariel Cross on Jul 11, 2017 20:42:40 GMT
 Ourania Ariel Cross under the knife general info
personality Complicated personality. She tends to not trust anyone, sometimes she is not sure if good people even exist. She is quite friendly once she allows those walls to come down and let people close. She is quite quick and light, which is needed to pick pocket, did I mention she was thief? Nope? Oops. She is a thief, but she won’t steal from just anyone, she is not completely heartless after all, she won’t steal from old people, or children, or those who are barely scrapping by. She has some morals, she does not engage in drugs, or alcohol, or even sex, in fact she loathes the thought of sex for reasons. Okay, so she might have been sexually assaulted and molested by foster parents and boys at the group home, the cops and social workers just moved her to another home that was no better than the last. So she tends to not trust authority either, this has made her vastly independent, she usually finds her own way, she gets in trouble she tries to get herself out. She does have some talent in music, being able to write music and sing it. Music is the only thing that kept her alive for so long and gave her hope. She is excellent at improvising, lying, and all the while looking ever so innocent, this helps her to get away with things. BIOGRAPHY Ourania was born to normal parents, as normal as one could be anyway, her mother was a musician, her father was an archeologist, they were as different as one could be, and yet somehow they loved each other immensely. Enough to get married, and to have Ourania, and the little girl was never more loved. They decided to travel to Volterra, Italy when Ourania was five years old, to attend a festival, also her mother was one of the musicians for the festival, it was where Ourania’s life would change forever. They went to visit this older building after the festival, they went with a tour group, Ourania had a teddy bear that she was holding, the bow tie fell off of it at some point, so Ourania separated from the tour group and her parents to find it. Once they were in a big room, Ourania’s parents looked around when they noticed that Ourania was not there. Her mother thought Ourania was holding her father’s hand, while the father thought that she was holding her mother’s hand. But before they could go back to look for their daughter, the doors were closed and locked. And in a few moments, they were dead, after that thought, Ourania was found in one of the hallways, having found the bow tie, and placed it back on her teddy bear. She was found holding the teddy bear tightly, while looking up to the person who found her and asking where her ‘mommy and daddy’ was. When the male had touched her, she let out a scream that was not normal for a five year old, it was more ear piercing, but it was because the male was ice cold to her. Ourania does not remember that trip, she was sent back to the states, and put into foster care, she blocked out a lot, even when questioned she could not even say what happened to her parents. All she knows is that their bodies were never found apparently. As she grew up, she still did music and the like, it was her refuge, especially when there were a few foster fathers and brothers who had sexually assaulted her. Each time that happened, she was just moved to another foster home or group home that was no better than the last. She did not make friends, people stole things constantly, there were a lot of fights. When she was fourteen she had had enough and ran away from her latest foster home, with a black eye and busted lip to boot. Life on the streets was never easy, but she had freedom, she wouldn’t get beaten or messed with anymore, the reason? She was quick, she was also tiny enough to hide and squeeze in most places people couldn’t. She learned to pick pocket, to steal, she found targets easily enough, she was a smart kid. Sometimes she would be out on the street, but other times she found abandon buildings to hole up in for a few days. She liked small towns the best to a degree, they were nicer and more prone to give to a homeless kid. But she avoided the law, what did the law know? They would just stick her with a family, or take her to a group home. It has gotten to the point she barely remembers her parents anymore, she became so jaded that she trusts no one. Sometimes she dreams though, she dreams of a pale man, with dark hair and an icy touch… that causes her to wake up screaming sometimes. Maybe he was her resident boogyman, but she doesn’t remember ever meeting someone like that. Now she is on her way northwest, maybe she’ll find something better. All she knows is that she better keep her ass moving. | ooc info  ☆ NAME Rosealee ☆ AGE 30 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Nova Jaci Echohawk ☆ TIMEZONE EST ☆ HOW DID YOU FIND US? I already forget. ☆ ANY OTHER INFO? I work a lot. I love Twilight and a bunch of other stuff. ☆ SECRET PHRASE garden burger |
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