can i reserve multiple sclerosis? i will make the form now but i would really like that position because my mother's had it since she was in her twenties (she's in her fifties now)
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[shadow=black,left][size=20pt]♛evelyn marie griffin[/shadow][/size]
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evelyn marie griffin.
name meaning-
named by her mother, the name evelyn means life, and the meaning of the name marie translates to rebel or rebellion. as for griffin, that name only came from the imagination of the dying woman's mind, a creature who is unique and ferocious. so if you put all these names together in a little bit of a twisted way, you'll get a ferocious, rebellious fighter against life, or as her mother was thinking at the time, disease. ironic with our little lyn's situation now, huh?
nickname-
evelyn can sometimes be a tongue catcher, so most people just call her lyn.
age-
seventeen years old
gender-
female
date of birth-
april 12th
hometown-
northhampton, england
[just a little note. the reason for this hometown is one, it's where my mother is from. two, it's proven that people who live in cold, cloudy places are more susceptible to the disease than others, who live closer to the equator in warm, sunny environments. they link this a lack of vitamin d, or not enough sunlight and natural vitamins from our glorious sun.]
illness-
multiple sclerosis
how long have you been here-
almost a year and a half
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lyn is a beautiful, petite young woman of average height. lyn has long, flowing, thick bodied hair, which you'll often find styled in no other way then the natural, and extensive look, otherwise know as "the bedhead." her golden brown colored hair falls down her back in loose waves, and frames her pale face, adding some color into her ivory skin. lyn has neatly trimmed, dark brown eyebrows, following the arch of her eye luminous blue eyes perfectly. with a small nose and thick, pale pink lips, lyn has a glamorous face, but you mostly find her lips grim and down turned, taking away from her beauty. she has gleaming, straight teeth, and a smile so bright it could light the darkest room you can imagine, only her smile no longer shines. lyn has rosy cheeks, a sweet pink that never goes away, making it seem like she's always just finished running a mile.
lyn is very lanky and long, but she also has an elegant feel to her appearance. she a long, swan-like neck, leading down to small, rounded shoulders. her chest is well defined but she definitely is not close to your hefty, full girl. lyn has skinny arms, and long fingered, elegant hands. her once always manicured and painted fingers are now no longer kept and bitten to the core. she has thin legs, that almost seem too long for her own body, and her posture that used to be straight and proud is now slouched and gloomy. the best way to describe lyn is deterioration from the inside seeping out. lyn looks like the sun, but she feels, and thinks, and speaks like a stormy day.
lyn's voice is high-pitched and soothing, her speech always sounding more like a lullaby than a conversation. her eyes tend to look searching and empty these days, and it doesn't take a genius to see that lyn is no longer happy. lyn definitely more than two nervous habits, but her two most common are drumming her fingers and biting her nails. lyn's hand's are also sensitive and raw, due to washing her hands obsessively, as she is fixated with the idea that she will develop more diseases from other patients in the hospital. most of the time you'll find her in thick flannels or warm, cotton pullovers since her ms makes her constantly cold.
height-
five foot, nine inches
weight-
one hundred and sixteen pounds
hair color-
golden brown
eye color-
luminous blue
body modifications-
none
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written persona- as a symptom of her ms, evelyn suffers from extreme mood swings, so there are three didn't "lyn's" that i'll break down for you.
-our first lyn is our....well frustrated lyn. symptoms of a frustrated evelyn are her beautiful blue eyes twisted into a most dark, gloomy state, fists clenched so hard her knuckles turn white, and a thunderous voice as sharp as a dagger. this lyn is most likely caused by someone talking about her dad, someone talking hopefully about a cure, or someone trying to convince her that even though partially paralyzed, she could still live a fulfilled life. the best thing to do when you find lyn in this state is steer clear, unless she is head over heels in love with you, in that case you are her only hope, and when she acts like she doesn't need you, that's when she needs you the most, especially since the mood we find after our frustrated lyn, is our sad lyn.
-the symptoms of our sad lyn are cold, lifeless eyes, no desire to live, and most likely locked in her room watching sports like soccer or track, tears staining her cheeks knowing she would give her life just to run again for a few seconds. the best thing to do for lyn is this state is to distract her, and to love and be patient with her. she'll be the most frustrating person you've ever met at these times, and at these times she'll be twice as fragile and vulnerable. be careful not to hurt her at these moments, because last time someone did it permanently damaged the most beautiful smile, a smile that now has faded into nonexistence. once you manage to cheer her up, you'll find the most fun to be around lyn. our next mood is our hopeful lyn.
-symptoms of our hopeful lyn are bright, blue eyes like a crystal blue lake in summer, a broad smile, although normally forced, and a positive and unusual attitude for our dear lyn. the best thing to do when lyn is in this mood is enjoy it. this mood is rare and you should try to prolong and take advantage of it when it occurs. do whatever you can to keep this mood going, or else you'll be right back to your frustrated or depressed lyn.
brief history-
nothing too exciting. her mother died when she was too young to remember, of what else but multiple sclerosis. she was raised by her father, along with her older brother connor. she played soccer until she was fourteen. that's when the numbness began. after trying for two years to find an effective treatment in the uk with no success, her father sent her off to this hospital in america where she has been ever since, although in all honestly, she knew she was now a continent away because her father couldn't deal with her, not for a cure. there was no cure for ms, not in this day and age.[/fancypost]
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courageous .above all else, lyn is extremely brave.
intelligent and inventive. lyn is an amazing writer.
considerate and caring. no matter how bitter her disease beomes, it will never succeed in doing the same to her.
weaknesses-
the fact she can no longer walk. she is insane with jealousy when she sees other people running around, playing sports or such.
lyn is very meek and unassertive, which isn't always bad but sometimes leads her to be used.
stubborn. lyn hates change, like most people who suffer from ms.
phobias-
storms, heights, germs, death, being the center of attention, and change
disorders-
multiple sclerosis
major depression
social anxiety
obsessive compulsive disorder
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straight
romantic interest-
currently none
significant other-
she had a boyfriend but he broke up with her when she was admitted to the hospital and sent to the us
turn ons-
generous
sensitive to others
smells nice
fit
loyal
can always make her smile
positive
brown hair
bright smile
well dressed
turn offs-
laziness
bad hygiene
spoiled/stuck up
tattoos/piercings
too sinewy
negative
black hair
facial hair
ungrateful
belligerent[/fancypost]
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emily didonato
playlist-
paradise | coldplay
boulevard of broken dreams | green day
let it be | james bay
sleeping at last | mercury
hold on | sons of the east
i'll be good | james young
heart like yours |willamete stone
dirty paws | of monsters and men
blood | the middle east
i was wrong | sleeperstar
sippy cup | melanie martinez
gasoline | halsey
activity level-
seven
muse level-
nine
roleplaying sample-
rebcca goldberg was your all to ordinary girl. no special talents, like a magical voice or insane physical abilities. she wasn't the most popular girl in school, and to be totally honest, the young girl wasn't sure that she had any real friends at all. rebecca goldberg was your average, monotonous outcast, and i guess she'll never really know, but maybe that's what made her the perfect victim. they just needed someone that no one would miss, and she fit that description above all else.
rebecca goldberg didn't have a car, not with coming from the poverty-stricken home she did. becca really hadn't experienced the finer side of life. her dad left when she was five, her twin brothers two, and he left behind a heart broken mother to take care of three children alone. becca had always been responsible for her brothers, feeding and bathing and such, until at age fourteen she could get her own job to try and save up for her college fund, even though her mother tried to convince her she was smart enough already, and a stupid college diploma wouldn't change anything for her family.
so that is how our darling becca got herself into little this shamble. becca worked as a waitress at a restaurant right around the corner from home. it was tuesday night, her turn to lock up, so she could go home and study more hours on end. locking all the doors, becca grabbed her purse and pushed open the door to the ever darkening sky outside. a blast of hot air pulled at her hair, and becca couldn't help but groan inside. she'd better hurry home if she wanted to miss this bout of rain they were fixing to recieve. pulling her hood over her head, becca hurried home. normally she'd stroll along, watch the stars come out one by one, but tonight she just kept her eyes glued to the cracked and gum stained concrete.
maybe that's why she didn't see him coming.
plots-
none right now -_-
other-
chasing mavericks
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NOT SURE IF YOU REMEMBER ME OR NOT BUT OMG ITS CAT, I JUST CHANGED MY NAME AND ALL BUT YEAH IM PRETTY SURE ITS BEEN LIKE A WHOLE YEAR
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sorry, just realized how creepy i'm acting, especially if you don't remember me...lol sorry love
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i missed you too :(
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; letter-spacing:5px]REBECCA GOLDBERG ![hr][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]my shadow's the only ones that walks beside me[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]my shallow heart's the only thing thats beating[/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]ooc: you're the sweetest darn thing i've ever met *shoves entire cookie in mouth* now i'm actually hungry
becca really couldn't have give a shit about what the boy was saying. good looking as she was, the only thing she wanted to do was punch his face in. pleasant, isn't she? becca had a short temper, and already she could feel herself loosing control. gritting her teeth, and trying to push back the red that was creeping into the edges of her vision, becca did her best to eliminate all the anger from her voice, although i must say she failed quite miserably. "don't tell me to calm down you jackass, you're not the one tied down to a fucking lab table, are ya?"
the next words out of his mouth made her sick to her stomach. "you will become something else that isn't human." what the hell was that supposed to mean? it couldn't be good. becca began to panic, thrashing around on the table, her breaths short and rapid. "what the hell is that supposed to mean? wha...what did you do to me?" pain filled her chest, her heart racing as she continued to thrash around. she couldn't even imagine how stupid she looked at the moment.
blushing, now feeling all the more anxious from this situation, she stopped thrashing, and just lied, wheezing for breath, on the table. "what did...you do to...me." she struggled to get the words out, and she had swung into another mood altogether. first fear, than anger, and now sorrow. she didn't know where she was or what he had done, but she knew her family was home, worrying about where she was, and she knew that she would never get to go back to them again. a single tear rolled down the side of her face, her blue eyes clouded and emotionless.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; letter-spacing:5px]REBECCA GOLDBERG ![hr][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]my shadow's the only ones that walks beside me[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]my shallow heart's the only thing thats beating[/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]at first, it seemed that the werewolf still wasn't afraid of her, even though she was twice as large and could burn him to a crisp if she pleased. of course she didn't want to hurt him, even if he had made her some stupid government project. what she did want to do though was escape. first things first though, the mutt.
only a split second later, as if someone had read her mind, a woman's voice was heard over the intercom, and as soon as the speaker clicked off, the werewolf fell to the floor, writhing in pain as he changed once again. becca couldn't help but shudder as she watched. how long had the boy been a werewolf, forced to change at these people's commands? would changing always hurt as bad as it did the first time?
shaking her head to clear the thoughts, becca's large, cat-like eyes darted back to the door. she had to get out of here. backing away from the door, she closed her eyes, imagining a ball of fire growing inside her, and sure enough, it wasn't long before she could feel the warmth in the back of her throat. opening her mouth, a blazing hot ball of blue fire shot from her mouth, completely destroying the door and wall around it, and going through the wall across from it to. becca smiled, damn. sirens were blaring now as she ran out of the room, looking down both hallway's, which way led to the exit?
[maybe eden could stop her and tranquilize her and she'll turn back into a human when sleeping and they'll move her to a room that's like completely indestructable, even for a dragon]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black;]she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost][alright sorry. i had no ideas anyway but i've been at my moms so getting on a computer has been hard....so this post may not be good. also huge storms and possibly a hurricane hitting within the next few days so yeah idk man, but it means i might get school off one day since our school is a hurricane shelter]
the whole time scarlet had been panicking. her first thought was it was the same bastards that had kidnapped her the first time, which of course wasn't possible since they were dead, but in her hysterics scarlet didn't bother with common sense. sweat was pouring down her face by the time she came face to face with her attacker, both from her struggle and the fact that inside that sac it was a hundred degrees. her breath was coming hard and fast, her face flushed and eyes watering from the scare. once she saw who it was, she shook her head in disbelief, muterring under her breath in annoyance, but still struggling to regain her composure. "are you fucking kidding me?"
after his frantic and numerous apologies, scarlet flashed him the best smile she could manage. "yeah, yeah calm down it's fine, mistakes happen, just make sure you kidnap the right girl next time." of course it really wasn't fine, but scarlet did her best to make it appear that it was. quinn and easton were new to the group, and honestly? she didn't want them to know anything about her. she wanted a fresh start, no more paranoia and depression or anything of the sorts.
at his offer of a ride home, she just smiled and shook her head. of course she didn't need a ride. she could shapeshift and fly if she wanted, but she chose not to say so. "i actually think i'll walk home...we're not too far from home and i could use some fresh air after my trip in that stuffy sac." scarlet laughed, her composure regained for the most part now. scarlet almost found herself hoping he would walk with her, after all she didn't exactly have a sufficient amount of actual friends.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; letter-spacing:5px]REBECCA GOLDBERG ![hr][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]my shadow's the only ones that walks beside me[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]my shallow heart's the only thing thats beating[/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]becca was brought to a halt by the voice calling after her. him again, she grumbled, spinning around him but only met by shock. sharp pain rushed through her leg as she was hit with a tranquilizer. her eyes narrowed, a growl rumbling deep within her throat, the fire already forming in the back of her throat. a sly smile crept across her face. they would need a much more powerful gun than that to bring a dragon of her size down. becca wanted to scare the boy though. she opened her mouth, letting the fire ball be seen, but not letting it escape her mouth. she waited what must have seemed like minutes, and then released it. it landed just in front of the boy, and when the smoke cleared, you could see the hole in the floor, the floor scorched and black.
becca was so distracted with the boy though that she didn't even notice the people behind her though. pain erupted in her back, and only a split second after, more in her lower back. becca let out a roar of pain, green eyes widening as she turned to face her new attackers, but by now her movements were slow and the first shot had completely numbed her leg. opening her mouth to shoot another fireball, she was halted as another tranquilizer hit her in the neck, pain and numbness now shooting up and down her whole body. becca staggered across the cold tile, before she collapsed, falling on her side with a large crash. her eyes filtered shut, her whole body too numb to feel the pain of her bones rearranging to change her back into a human.
the last thing she saw was people with white lab coats standing above her, and him. those eyes. then she slipped into a violent slumber, with haunting dreams of being experimented on and the scientists taking her little, twin brothers and turning them into a pair of siamese twins, like the cats in that disney movie, the aristocrats. the whole day she slept she tossed and turned, sweat raining off her and fear washing off her in waves. she had been asleep for over a day when she finally woke, although she found herself wishing that she wouldn't, that somehow the tranquilizers would manage to put her to sleep forever.
her throat was so dry that it was painful to swallow, and her lips were cracked and peeling from dryness. becca once thought she couldn't live without a chapstick and look at her now. groggily, her blue eyes flickered around the room to find two things. first off, there were three new people in the room, scientists she supposed, along with him. secondly, she was in a new room, and although the interior looked almost identical, it was easy to tell by the walls. the walls were twice as thick, and made with a material she'd never seen, but it was obvious that it would be almost impossible to escape, even for a dragon.
[wanna start the experimenting on her now?? i have a few ideas for what they could do if you want.
-they could try cutting off a limb and see if she will take on the regenerative abilities of some animals.
-inject her with different poisons to see if her body reacts them because possums emit a protein that neutralizes almost all poisons, which she'd be okay but it would make her sick.
-cause her other smaller but major injuries for a human. sloths heal extremely fast and they want to find out if she can take on that ability.
-put her through simulations that force her to change so they can further examine her powers. like a stimulation of falling so she'll have to like change into a bird before she hits the ground.yeah those are some. also may be someone inactive bc school. it started last week so this week we'll really be getting into the kick of things, and also my soccer is starting]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost]as soon as i got on to reply i now have to go put a tarp on my roof because a leak okay wish me luck and hope i don't fall and die :)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black;]she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost]scarlet waved her hand to the boy's reply, almost shrugging to show she didn't mind if he tagged along with her, but inside she was holding back a smile. of course she was hoping he would say he'd walk with her but she also didn't want to appear too eager, especially since this boy just sorta kidnapped her. as he walked beside her, apologies still tumbling out of his mouth helplessly, she couldn't contain her laughter. "seriously kid, if you apologize one more time i'm gonna stab you. it's fine, honestly, don't beat yourself up over it." she shook her head, a broad smile on her face. she laughed again thinking about how hypocritical she was being. if she was this boy, she would probably be kissing her feet.
when he told her his name, she smiled. wow, he was being almost as socially awkward as she once was, although she figured his was only from their little incident. "nice to meet you east, my name's scarlet and i, i um think i'm nineteen. maybe twenty. i'm not sure, i've lost track of time over all these years." scarlet's cheeks turned rosy, heat rushing to her face. she couldn't even remember how old she was? east probably thought she was a *ing idiot now! who didn't remember how old they were? she shook her head slightly, letting her hair fall over her face slightly to attempt to hide the embarrassment on her face.
so yeah this is kinda super far ahead but what if they have a child and the child is like "mommy/daddy how did you meet?" and they're like "he/i kidnapped me/her?" and the child would just be like wtf.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 28pt; margin-bottom: -2px; letter-spacing: -4px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;]Scarlet Johansson[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black;]she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black][i don't think that i should rp a child....they'll probably just end up dead in the snow again lol]
scarlet had just opened her mouth to reply when they were met by two men. she froze, coming to a halt. what should she do? let east save the day in his handy dandy iron man suit or reveal the fact she was some science freak and save herself? but before she even had the chance to shapeshift an arrow was whizzling her way and east was side stepping in front of her, the arrow hitting and bouncing off his suit harmlessly. scarlet was honestly impressed. she wasn't sure she could make a suit like that herself. her admiration was her mistake though. instead of changing, or letting her hand clutch onto the handle of her knife like she normally would, she simply watched the boy. that's why the bullet was now tearing through her muscle and ripping into her skin, leaving her whole leg screaming with pain. letting out a gasp of pain, her hands went down to clutch her leg, blood already pouring from the wound as she struggled to stay on her feet.
before she knew what was happening, she was flying again, east holding her tight in his arms. it had probably been less than a minute since she had been shot, but she had already lost a significant amount of blood, and her eyes were beginning to droop with weariness. she was in a delirious state, and she began to laugh, looking up at the boy with light eyes. "i don't know if i have any siblings actually. i guess i probably don't, i mean my if my parents didn't want me, why would they want another child?" scarlet wasn't speaking in a bitter or sorrowful tone. she wasn't even aware of what she was saying, although if she remembered this, she would sure as hell regret it. "maybe i did have a brother or something and my parents just didn't want another...or maybe they didn't like the looks of me....no that's silly. i probably didn't have a brother." scarlet erupted in laughter again, for no reason apparently.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black;]she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost]scarlet laughed when he gave her the ball, throwing it aside. "unfortunately i've been stabbed and shot a shocking lot, and well, squeezy balls don't do shit." as soon as the words escaped her agape lips, pain shot through her leg as east plunged the knife into her skin. her teeth snapped against each other, scarlet barring her lips against the pain and keeping herself from crying out. her hands curled into tight fists, clenched so tight that her nails dug into the palms of her hands, tearing her sweaty skin and drawing blood. almost as soon as it began, it was over though, and her pain was replaced the circulation to her leg being cut off with how tight this damn boy was tying her leg up. none the matter though, she was still grateful. a for effort, right? scarlet let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her head hazy and dizziness confusing all her senses. she knew she was being carried though, probably to his room. she didn't know what she was saying, but she was rambling again, talking senselessly to the boy.
she giggled like a little girl as she spoke, her eyes focused on his. "i know they didn't want me. i met my mom. she was a total whore. don't know much about my dad, must've died or dissipated into thin air." she paused for a moment as the boy set her down. she hadn't even realized, but they had come into a new room, most likely his because it wasn't hers. she didn't stop talking, not until he handed her the sweatpants, which was probably a good thing, since she was just about to get to the juicy parts of the story, like her stepfather. as he disappeared in the bathroom, she struggled to pull on the sweatpants, only just managing to get them on when east walked back through the door.
her mind was still hazy, but she was awake enough to hear him say he was leaving. "wait, east, come back!" her hand shot out after him, although he was already too far to reach. she put on her best pouty face, really looking like a five year old now. "you can't just kidnap a girl, get her shot, and bail! besides, i never said you were bothering me, or that i didn't want you here."
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evelyn marie griffin.
name meaning-
named by her mother, the name evelyn means life, and the meaning of the name marie translates to rebel or rebellion. as for griffin, that name only came from the imagination of the dying woman's mind, a creature who is unique and ferocious. so if you put all these names together in a little bit of a twisted way, you'll get a ferocious, rebellious fighter against life, or as her mother was thinking at the time, disease. ironic with our little lyn's situation now, huh?
nickname-
evelyn can sometimes be a tongue catcher, so most people just call her lyn.
age-
seventeen years old
gender-
female
date of birth-
april 12th
hometown-
northhampton, england
[just a little note. the reason for this hometown is one, it's where my mother is from. two, it's proven that people who live in cold, cloudy places are more susceptible to the disease than others, who live closer to the equator in warm, sunny environments. they link this a lack of vitamin d, or not enough sunlight and natural vitamins from our glorious sun.]
illness-
multiple sclerosis
how long have you been here-
almost a year and a half
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lyn is a beautiful, petite young woman of average height. lyn has long, flowing, thick bodied hair, which you'll often find styled in no other way then the natural, and extensive look, otherwise know as "the bedhead." her golden brown colored hair falls down her back in loose waves, and frames her pale face, adding some color into her ivory skin. lyn has neatly trimmed, dark brown eyebrows, following the arch of her eye luminous blue eyes perfectly. with a small nose and thick, pale pink lips, lyn has a glamorous face, but you mostly find her lips grim and down turned, taking away from her beauty. she has gleaming, straight teeth, and a smile so bright it could light the darkest room you can imagine, only her smile no longer shines. lyn has rosy cheeks, a sweet pink that never goes away, making it seem like she's always just finished running a mile.
lyn is very lanky and long, but she also has an elegant feel to her appearance. she a long, swan-like neck, leading down to small, rounded shoulders. her chest is well defined but she definitely is not close to your hefty, full girl. lyn has skinny arms, and long fingered, elegant hands. her once always manicured and painted fingers are now no longer kept and bitten to the core. she has thin legs, that almost seem too long for her own body, and her posture that used to be straight and proud is now slouched and gloomy. the best way to describe lyn is deterioration from the inside seeping out. lyn looks like the sun, but she feels, and thinks, and speaks like a stormy day.
lyn's voice is high-pitched and soothing, her speech always sounding more like a lullaby than a conversation. her eyes tend to look searching and empty these days, and it doesn't take a genius to see that lyn is no longer happy. lyn definitely more than two nervous habits, but her two most common are drumming her fingers and biting her nails. lyn's hand's are also sensitive and raw, due to washing her hands obsessively, as she is fixated with the idea that she will develop more diseases from other patients in the hospital. most of the time you'll find her in thick flannels or warm, cotton pullovers since her ms makes her constantly cold.
height-
five foot, nine inches
weight-
one hundred and sixteen pounds
hair color-
golden brown
eye color-
luminous blue
body modifications-
none
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written persona- as a symptom of her ms, evelyn suffers from extreme mood swings, so there are three didn't "lyn's" that i'll break down for you.
-our first lyn is our....well frustrated lyn. symptoms of a frustrated evelyn are her beautiful blue eyes twisted into a most dark, gloomy state, fists clenched so hard her knuckles turn white, and a thunderous voice as sharp as a dagger. this lyn is most likely caused by someone talking about her dad, someone talking hopefully about a cure, or someone trying to convince her that even though partially paralyzed, she could still live a fulfilled life. the best thing to do when you find lyn in this state is steer clear, unless she is head over heels in love with you, in that case you are her only hope, and when she acts like she doesn't need you, that's when she needs you the most, especially since the mood we find after our frustrated lyn, is our sad lyn.
-the symptoms of our sad lyn are cold, lifeless eyes, no desire to live, and most likely locked in her room watching sports like soccer or track, tears staining her cheeks knowing she would give her life just to run again for a few seconds. the best thing to do for lyn is this state is to distract her, and to love and be patient with her. she'll be the most frustrating person you've ever met at these times, and at these times she'll be twice as fragile and vulnerable. be careful not to hurt her at these moments, because last time someone did it permanently damaged the most beautiful smile, a smile that now has faded into nonexistence. once you manage to cheer her up, you'll find the most fun to be around lyn. our next mood is our hopeful lyn.
-symptoms of our hopeful lyn are bright, blue eyes like a crystal blue lake in summer, a broad smile, although normally forced, and a positive and unusual attitude for our dear lyn. the best thing to do when lyn is in this mood is enjoy it. this mood is rare and you should try to prolong and take advantage of it when it occurs. do whatever you can to keep this mood going, or else you'll be right back to your frustrated or depressed lyn.
brief history-
nothing too exciting. her mother died when she was too young to remember, of what else but multiple sclerosis. she was raised by her father, along with her older brother connor. she played soccer until she was fourteen. that's when the numbness began. after trying for two years to find an effective treatment in the uk with no success, her father sent her off to this hospital in america where she has been ever since, although in all honestly, she knew she was now a continent away because her father couldn't deal with her, not for a cure. there was no cure for ms, not in this day and age.[/fancypost]
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courageous .above all else, lyn is extremely brave.
intelligent and inventive. lyn is an amazing writer.
considerate and caring. no matter how bitter her disease beomes, it will never succeed in doing the same to her.
weaknesses-
the fact she can no longer walk. she is insane with jealousy when she sees other people running around, playing sports or such.
lyn is very meek and unassertive, which isn't always bad but sometimes leads her to be used.
stubborn. lyn hates change, like most people who suffer from ms.
phobias-
storms, heights, germs, death, being the center of attention, and change
disorders-
multiple sclerosis
major depression
social anxiety
obsessive compulsive disorder
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straight
romantic interest-
currently none
significant other-
she had a boyfriend but he broke up with her when she was admitted to the hospital and sent to the us
turn ons-
generous
sensitive to others
smells nice
fit
loyal
can always make her smile
positive
brown hair
bright smile
well dressed
turn offs-
laziness
bad hygiene
spoiled/stuck up
tattoos/piercings
too sinewy
negative
black hair
facial hair
ungrateful
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emily didonato
playlist-
paradise | coldplay
boulevard of broken dreams | green day
let it be | james bay
sleeping at last | mercury
hold on | sons of the east
i'll be good | james young
heart like yours |willamete stone
dirty paws | of monsters and men
blood | the middle east
i was wrong | sleeperstar
sippy cup | melanie martinez
gasoline | halsey
activity level-
seven
muse level-
nine
roleplaying sample-
rebcca goldberg was your all to ordinary girl. no special talents, like a magical voice or insane physical abilities. she wasn't the most popular girl in school, and to be totally honest, the young girl wasn't sure that she had any real friends at all. rebecca goldberg was your average, monotonous outcast, and i guess she'll never really know, but maybe that's what made her the perfect victim. they just needed someone that no one would miss, and she fit that description above all else.
rebecca goldberg didn't have a car, not with coming from the poverty-stricken home she did. becca really hadn't experienced the finer side of life. her dad left when she was five, her twin brothers two, and he left behind a heart broken mother to take care of three children alone. becca had always been responsible for her brothers, feeding and bathing and such, until at age fourteen she could get her own job to try and save up for her college fund, even though her mother tried to convince her she was smart enough already, and a stupid college diploma wouldn't change anything for her family.
so that is how our darling becca got herself into little this shamble. becca worked as a waitress at a restaurant right around the corner from home. it was tuesday night, her turn to lock up, so she could go home and study more hours on end. locking all the doors, becca grabbed her purse and pushed open the door to the ever darkening sky outside. a blast of hot air pulled at her hair, and becca couldn't help but groan inside. she'd better hurry home if she wanted to miss this bout of rain they were fixing to recieve. pulling her hood over her head, becca hurried home. normally she'd stroll along, watch the stars come out one by one, but tonight she just kept her eyes glued to the cracked and gum stained concrete.
maybe that's why she didn't see him coming.
plots-
none right now -_-
other-
chasing mavericks
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sorry this took so long -_- school has been a killer lately
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ahhh thank you thank you. i'm so excited for this thread now that my form is finally complete!!
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literally did this huge, elaborate post on all the experiments but i wrote it on my phone while i was driving to mississippi and i think it didnt post/got messed up or something -_-
do you want me to stop after the first experiment or time skip a little bit to where shes been put through a lot of simulations and tests and its easy to see thats she is pretty much dying?
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track for now because i have no idea how to reply at the moment sorry guys
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reading that post about jarret talking about the group made me super excited for them to be a full squad again in the new thread
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; letter-spacing:5px]REBECCA GOLDBERG ![hr][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]my shadow's the only ones that walks beside me[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]my shallow heart's the only thing thats beating[/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]scientists peered over her, all the white in the room making her head pound and her mind spin. she didn't think she would ever be able to look at white again after this, that is if there was anything after this. out of the corner of her eye, a disruption of the white specially caught her eye. silver, metallic silver. struggling to shift her neck and get a good look at the object, she suddenly wished that she hadn't done so. the metallic silver that had caught her eye belonged to a massive syringe, which one scientist had just filling up with a strange, tan-colored liquid. the scientist came over to her, checking one last time to make sure the measurements were okay, and before becca could say so much as a word, it pierced her skin, going much too deep for her liking, into her throat, most likely submuscular. becca began to scream at the scientist, suddenly forgetting her painful throat. "what in the bloody hell did you just do? what did you just inject in me? but her words became slurred and by the end of her second sentence she was fast asleep.
when becca woke up, she was back on the lab table, in the lab room, but two things were missing. missing object a was her restraints, and missing object b was the hustle and bustle of all the scientists, who had vanished completely, along with her dear friend the mutt. taking her chance while she still had it, becca ignored the pounding in her head and pushed herself up and off the table, but her feet didn't meet the floor. they met nothing but the empty air beneath her and before she even knew what was happening, she was falling. of course, with heights being her most treacherous fear, becca was screaming at the top of her lungs, crying and not even trying to save herself with her new powers. for all she knew the scientist had finished testing on her and were disposing of her, but in such hysterics the poor girl could do nothing but scream and cry with every inch closer she came to the ground, which her body soon slammed into, leaving nothing but a mess of blood stained sidewalks behind. but our dear wasn't dead, no that poor thing, she is very much still alive and suffering this very moment.
becca woke with tears streaming down her face and her hair damp with sweat, screams still bursting from her lips as she jolted upwards, but was only slammed back down by scientists' cold hands and the restraints that were rubbing the skin on her wrists and ankles raw. the scientists didn't care about her tears or trauma, in fact, they were excited by it, and only held her down while she begged and cried as the needle was inserted in her neck once again. "please, no please, i can't do it again, please help me." she sobbed, her eyes glancing over to find the boy at her last words, before she was falling back into the same simulation, falling the same way she had before, and waking screaming and crying exactly the same. this was all the next two weeks consisted of for our poor becca, a endless and torturous cycle until she mastered each new simulation the scientists threw at her.
our poor becca had almost thirty attempts and trials before she could master the falling stimulation. you might be interested to know that her fear of heights in now surprisingly gone. she had been through a stimulation that required her to turn from a deer to a human in a shockingly fast amount of time because she was being hunted and needed to survive. the hunter stimulation took her only eleven tries. the next stimulation was drowning. weights were tied to her ankles and dragging her down deep into the darkest depths of the sea, and in order to survive, she had to control herself enough to become a fish or such. the drowning stimulation took her sixteen tries. the current, and worst one by far, was the one that was killing her. in this simulation, becca had her arm sawed off slowly and painfully. no matter what she did, she couldn't stop it, but she had to turn herself into an animal with regenerative abilities, which is much harder than it sounds while you're bleeding out.
becca was on attempt thirty four, and it didn't take more than the average folk to see the death on her face. although she wasn't actually bleeding out during these simulation tests, she had all the feeling of bleeding out, all the pain. she hardly got any sleep, and food and water was practically unseen in this laboratory. she was ghostly pale and looked like she was about ten pounds underweight at least. her skin stretched across her bone, like it was being stretched from the pointedness of her protruding bones. her eyes no longer sparkled and gleamed with emotions, they were now dull and lifeless. as said earlier, becca was dying, but the scientist didn't care anymore. they had found a way to turn humans into shapeshifters and right after becca finally did die, which was currently all she wanted to do, they would go snatch another outcast off the streets and do the same thing again, get all the testing done they wanted.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; letter-spacing:5px]REBECCA GOLDBERG ![hr][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]my shadow's the only ones that walks beside me[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]my shallow heart's the only thing thats beating[/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]it took becca two more days and fourteen more attempts to beat the simulation of getting her limbs chopped off, and unfortunately for becca, the scientists wasted no time in going straight to a new one. this one was one of the least painful, but also one of the most stressful. this one would have been all too simple for anyone but her, but dear little becca suffered from social anxiety disorder. she had always been an outcast in her school, bullied when they even bothered to remember she existed. in this simulation, she was being bullied, by a group of boys all twice her size. they cornered her in the bathroom, taunted her with inappropriate words and actions, and everytime it ended with her on the floor bleeding and crying. each time she woke she was crying uncontrollably, and the once unbreakable becca was begging for them to kill her. the scientists only responded with curt and cold words, "we don't need to kill you, you just need to kill them."
as much as becca tried and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't, so two days later the scientists decided to try a new test. they figured she was no longer trying to fight because she knew now it was always a stimulation. so this time, they conducted a test that wasn't a simulation. a test that was real. so becca found herself in a bathroom, or a room decorated to look like one. it was the same exact design as the bathroom in her stimulation, but the mirrors were glass on the opposite side, where the boy and the scientists watched with blank faces. across from her in the bathroom were three huge, muscular teenage boys, all wearing grins on their faces and varsity football jackets upon their backs. so the stimulation began in real life, and even though becca wasn't aware, each and every move was watched by the emotionless faces of the scientists as they scribbled information down onto their papers.
becca's first instinct was to run, so that is what she tried to do. she burst forward, trying to shove her way past the boys, but especially with her weakened state, it was no use. they easily grabbed her and threw her back so hard that she fell to the floor with a cry of pain. the floor was cold and uncomfortable beneath her, and she tried to get up but her legs wobbled beneath her and she fell back to the floor. they stepped close to her, one boy leaning down and grabbing her to yank her back to her feet. "you wanna have a little fun, sweetheart?" he licked his lips, glancing her up and down with hungry eyes. "get off of me you freak!" she screamed, trying to yank herself from his grasp but only being slammed into the wall, no mercy showing in the boy eyes as she cried out in pain. "i'm the freak?" he laughed, pausing to look at his buddies who laughed along with him. "i think you're a little confused."
before he could turn his eyes back on her, becca took her chance. she kicked him hard in the shin, taking her chance when he dropped her to run, but the other boys tripped her almost effortless, sending her falling face first on the hard floor again. the first boy turned, anger alight in his eyes. "oh you're gonna regret that honey." fear had now sent becca wheezing as she struggled to try and stand, but she was kicked back down, a shoe digging deep into her side. pain erupted throughout her right side, and she fell onto her back, crying and clutching her ribs that were most certainly broken. the boys just laughed, kicking her again before the first bent down beside her. he drug his thumb across her cheek, wiping a tear away gently, but his gentle actions were soon replaced as he picked up her head and slammed it back down into the ground as hard as he could. excruciating pain erupted through her brain, and a scream escaped her lips so loud that even the scientists could hear it loud and clear.
she was in such pain now that she didn't even feel their hands roaming over her body, tugging at her shirt and jeans, but this is where the stimulation would have normally ended, and it wasn't ending. it suddenly became all too clear to her that it wasn't a stimulation. her attempts were futile as she tried to push them away, and all the other boys did was hold her down while the first continued to explore her with his hands. "i gotta say i'm a little disappointed becs, but at least i know why you cover yourself up so much now...you're just about as developed as a ten year old." all the boys snickered, and becca felt anger growing inside her. she spat in his face, not even thinking about what the punishment would be. he hit her hard with a closed fist, pain erupting in her head once again at the impact, but now she was too weak to even scream. the scientists grew frustrated, and one pressed a button that let him speak into the boy's ear pieces. "she's worthless to us now...do whatever you want to her, just make sure you dispose of her afterwards." the lead boy smiled, "whatever we want," he murmured, his hands sliding down to slip his fingers under the waistband of her jeans.....
okay this can be where he can just be like no I have to save her and he can fight off the guys and escape the building with her some how yeah