Post by Noelle Vivien Beaumont on Nov 25, 2009 7:48:37 GMT
† h u m a n †
( Noelle Vivien Beaumont )
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
( Noelle Vivien Beaumont )
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
† Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
Full Name ;; Noelle Vivien Beaumont
Nickname ;; Elle
Age ;; 20
Birthday ;; June 6th
Occupation ;; Veterinary Intern
Status ;; Single
Sexuality ;; Straight
Original or Cannon ;; Original
† You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
Eyes ;; Green
Hair Colour;; Brown
Hair Style ;; Long and wavy
Weight ;; 110 lbs
Height ;; 5’2
Build;; Slim and slender
Distinguishing Features ;; None
Playby ;; Kristen Stewart
† You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
Likes ;;
Animals
Peace
Lending a helping hand
Nature
Adventure
Reading
Patience
Sunshine
Laughing
Children
Dislikes ;;
Rich snobs
Pollution
Laziness
Thoughtless people
Extravagance
Turn On's ;;
Kindness
Sweet smile
Selfless acts
Dark eyes
Spontaneity
Turn Off's ;;
Greed
Undereducated
Smoking
Gambling
Loser-tendencies
Fears ;;
Never finding true love
Finding true love, but losing it
An unfulfilled life
Secrets ;;
Her father disappeared when she was fifteen, and she’s been living on her own since
She hates her mother
Other ;;
Elle has always acted much more mature than should have for her age. She was reading at a college level at the age of twelve. She skipped a few grades actually. She has always been the type of girl to think before acting, never letting her emotions guide her in any predicament. She finds it easy to read most people, and doesn’t fall for the charming, ungrateful men that most naïve women fall for. If any man tries to pull a pick-up-line on her, Elle will walk away and never look back, literally. She does not like to deal with any manner of bullshit, especially in a relationship, friendly or romantic.
Elle is a woman living in the present. No one will ever find her stuck in the past or yearning for the future. She is completely down-to-earth and loves the environment around her. She refuses to drive or use any form of fuel-based transportation. Her favourite part of the environment would definitely be animals. Of course, she does love the trees, flowers, and every other growing plant out there, but she would do absolutely do anything for a defenseless creature.
Elle loves dogs. The way they chase their tails, and the way their tails wag when they’re excited to see you. Their boundless energy; always allowing them to run, fetch, roll over, and every other trick in the book. These animals are her true reason for wanting to become a veterinarian.
† Your paralyzed, cause this is thriller. thriller night.
Family ;;
Mirielle Florence Beaumont; Mother; 40; Living in Texas
Kristofer Lorenzo Beaumont; 39; Whereabouts unknown
Viviana Stefany Beaumont, Deceased
Lorenzo Marcus Beaumont, Deceased
Birthplace ;; London, ENGLAND
Current Residence ;; Manchester, ENGLAND
History;;
On a dark, dreary night in London, England, a little girl was brought into the world, eyes bright with anticipation. She was ready for what the world had to throw at her from the time of her first breath. Kristofer and Mirielle Beaumont had been enjoying the perfect honeymoon when their daughter was born. They looked upon her with amazement and joy; she was perfect in every aspect. She was a spitting image of her grandmother, Viviana.
Noelle was brought home, a few days later, to Paris, where her parents lived in a big French manner. Needless to say, her parents were rich. They were both excellent surgeons in France, very well known. So, Elle was brought up in a very fine lifestyle, only the best for their little French angel. The best tutors. The most expensive outfits. The most elegant parties. The finest foods. But Elle was never able to find herself happy in this living arrangement.
Her life only seemed to be more depressing when her father lost his job. He had a bit too much to drink on the eve of the New Year and he’d been called in for an emergency surgery. Unfortunately, that obviously did not end well. Mirielle was furious! She kicked him out on New Year’s day. By this time, Elle was at the age of twelve. She was furious at her mother’s unrestrained spite. So she fled with her father, away from the terrible life.
They moved to Birmingham, England in haste, ready to start a new life away from that ungrateful woman. Father and daughter lived in a little cottage together, telling stories by the late night fire, and growing closer as the years rolled on. They were an identical pair, and they were glad for each other’s company. But when life seemed to be too good to be true, it was.
One day, when Elle as fifteen, Kristofer went out to gather logs for the fireplace. Elle stayed indoors; it was a cold winter. Darkness fell, but there was no sign of her loving father. She was beginning to worry, but decided it was too soon to get the police involved. She never went to bed though; she covered herself with four thick wool blankets and waited. She sat there waiting for thirty hours straight; not a bite to eat; not a glass of drink; nothing. When she finally was able to give up, she stood from the chair and walked to her bed. She never made it there; she fell to the floor and wept. Weeks went by, and Elle lived off of the little food that was in the cottage. She wept endlessly. And she never called the police.
Elle finally had no room left for tears. She stepped outside and sighed. Spring was in the air. Elle had stayed in that little cottage for the entire winter. She was skin and bones by that time and lonely as hell. So she got dressed and went into town. She bought some food, a newspaper, and then registered herself for the closest school. She decided it was time to live her life to the fullest. She needed to find happiness somewhere.
When she finished school, she packed up her belongings and left Birmingham for good. She was a nineteen year old loner in that old town. She needed a fresh start. So she found a job in Manchester and settled into a small flat. Elle misses her father more than anything still, but she has finally made a life of her own within this past year and is ready for whatever comes next.
† And no-ones gonna save you from the beast about to strike
Your name/alias ;; Shaina
Age ;; 19
Rp Experiance ;; Since 13, on and off
How'd you find us ;; Hogwarts Continuing Through the Ages
Rp Sample ;;
So far, it had been seven years since the terrible death of his mother, but Mariano still felt at times as if it had only just happened. Today was one of those days. Whenever he felt sad and unable to produce exciting pranks he took long walks around the grounds, waiting for the feeling to pass. He did not like others, especially his sisters, to see him unlike his usual, upbeat self, so he tried to keep hidden among the forest. Although, today he just felt like staring over the lake.
He grabbed his favourite hoodie and pulled it over his head as he crashed out of the Gryffindor common room. He did well to avoid any friends or Slytherins as he found his way through the front doors and out to the grounds. His hood was covering his groggy face as he found an abandoned tree to rest under by the lake. He grabbed some stones sitting by his black boots, after having pulled them off and placing them beside the tree trunk.
Mari juggled the stones for a minute before looking up to the cloudy sky above him. It looked ready to rain; he thought maybe it was because of how he felt. He felt alone, utterly alone. How could he feel this way? He wasn't the only one who had lost a wonderful mother. What about his sisters? He was always the one to bring them together in times of darkness, and yet he could never seem to bring up how he personally felt about any situation. He felt as if he needed them to believe he was some kind of superhero, impervious to any sadness.
He grabbed one of the stone with his free hand and threw it as hard as he could at the lake. It went skipping across the surface twice and then dropped to the bottom. Mari jumped to his feet and felt a drop of water splash onto the tip of his nose as his hood fell back. The rain was starting; too bad. Mari grabbed another stone and threw it faster and harder. It went skipped four times across the lake and then dropped down as the first had done. He pulled his hood back over his head and sighed as he dropped the rest of the stones at his feet and fell back to the ground with a thud. He wouldn't cry, he couldn't, even with no one else to see.
