[opti-mism]

Holy crap reserve, she's perfect for the idea I've been working up eep

[Nines]

Name: Liesel (changed the spelling a bit)
Personality:
Short story:
Art: (At least three)

resresres

[Evils]

Mark, possible reserve. c:

[sapphirelion]

sapphirelion

ᏝᎥᏋᏕᏝ

***Nickname
(very rarely
used; used
by people
close to her
when they
are annoyed) :
Li (pronounced Lee)

Name:
Liesl

Gender:
Female

Straight

Personality:
*Shy
*Hardworking
*Ambitious
*Intelligent
*Honest
*Fun-loving
*Avid Reader
*Strong willed
*Quiet
*Confident
*Sweet
*Child-like
*Silly

Hex codes:
#C4A98B
#DECFC3
#7E7057
#5B5140
#332928
#130C77

Age:
16

Mute

Art by me, character owned by me
Liesl's puppy (bobtail) named Seacláid, chocolate in Irish. Her puppy is a male.

Short story:
Liesl wasn't always mute. When she was little (toddler) , she would talk nonstop about anything she thought of in the moment. It didn't matter who you were. If she thought you had a kind face or needed cheering up, she was there to talk and let you listen. But that all ended the night her parents disappeared from her life. Liesl (about 10 now) and her parents were on their daily walk through the trees behind their house, when someone attacked. Liesl got hit in her neck and fell. Her mother was taken hostage. Her father had enough time to sit Liesl up before he almost lost sight of his wife and had to run after her abductor. Liesl sat, shocked at the events that just unfolded. After about a half hour, she realized her mother and father still hadn't come back so she went looking for them. At first she just looked, afraid that the attacker would see her before she saw him. But caution was blown into the wind as she got more desperate to find her parents, she decided to call for her mother and father. But when she tried to speak, her voice wouldn't come, no matter how hard she tried. Frustrated, Liesl sat with her back against a tree and cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she was found by a police officer who had been searching for the robber and the family who they knew had passed by her home. But the only person the officer found that night was Liesl. No one knew what happened to her parents, or the man that had taken her mother away from her and her father. And to add icing onto her cake of defeat, Liesl was brought to the hospital to make sure she wasn't hurt or anything, only to find out that she would be unable to speak for a long time. She would be mute and unable to do what she loved, talking and making people happy.

Talking is still a difficult loss now as it reminds Liesl of her misfortune that night. But she has learned how to still follow her passion of making people happy. She makes funny faces, being silly, she listens to others, and enjoys just being there for anyone when they need someone to be there for them.

ƒανσяιтє мσνιє: тαηgℓє∂

Favorite Song/Moment From The Movie

~~~Tends to watch Disney and cartoons the most~~~

❤Is a child at heart❤

by me

Favorite Jokes:

~~Mr. and Mrs. Brown had two sons. One was named Mind Your Own Business & the other was named Trouble. One day the two boys decided to play hide and seek. Trouble hid while Mind Your Own Business counted to one hundred. Mind Your Own Business began looking for his brother behind garbage cans and bushes. Then he started looking in and under cars until a police man approached him and asked, "What are you doing?" "Playing a game," the boy replied. "What is your name?" the officer questioned. "Mind Your Own Business." Furious the policeman inquired, "Are you looking for trouble?!" The boy replied, "Why, yes."

~~Instead of "the John," I call my toilet "the Jim." That way it sounds better when I say I go to the Jim first thing every morning.

~~A proud and confident genius makes a bet with an idiot. The genius says, "Hey idiot, every question I ask you that you don't know the answer, you have to give me $5. And if you ask me a question and I can't answer yours I will give you $5,000." The idiot says, "Okay." The genius then asks, "How many continents are there in the world?" The idiot doesn't know and hands over the $5. The idiot says, "Now me ask: what animal stands with two legs but sleeps with three?" The genius tries and searches very hard for the answer but gives up and hands over the $5000. The genius says, "Dang it, I lost. By the way, what was the answer to your question?" The idiot hands over $5.

~~A bus full of ugly people had a head on collision with a truck. When they died, God granted all of them one wish. The first person said, "I want to be gorgeous." God snapped his fingers and it happened. The second person said the same thing and God did the same thing. This want on and on throughout the group. God noticed the last man in line was laughing hysterically. By the time God got to the last ten people, the last man was laughing and rolling on the ground. When the man's turn came, he laughed and said, "I wish they were all ugly again."

~~Late one night a burglar broke into a house and while he was sneaking around he heard a voice say, "Jesús is watching you." He looked around and saw nothing. He kept on creeping and again heard, "Jesús is watching you." In a dark corner, he saw a cage with a parrot inside. The burglar asked the parrot, "Was it you who said Jesús is watching me" The parrot replied, "Yes." Relieved, the burglar asked, "What is your name?" The parrot said, "Clarence." The burglar said, "That's a stupid name for a parrot. What idiot named you Clarence?" The parrot answered, "The same idiot that named the rottweiler Jesús."

~~Q: What is the tallest building in the entire world?
A: The library, because it has so many stories.

Art That Was Too Big To Post Nicely of Liesl:
1.as a child with her favorite pillow http://sapphirelion27.deviantart.com/art/more-liesl-try-out-art-570480711 by me
2.human headshot http://sta.sh/022kk622271j by Eternal.
3.full body anthro?http://sapphirelion27.deviantart.com/art/Liesl-try-out-art-569133040 by me
4.kia headshot http://sta.sh/0rq1rlj6vkv by Eternal.

[Leo Tachibana]

Marking

[Offended Cockatiel]

Oh goodness. Q vq a female I have real connection with.

I know you want to go to heaven, but you're human tonight

Name: Coloratura [Elaborate ornamentation of a vocal melody] Liesl [Oath of God] Joachim [Father of Virgin Mary]
Nickname: Chika [---- ]
Personality:

Many think quietude is timidity, that noiselessness is only the full reality of one being, that if you are silent you are everything silence ever stereotypically became. Liesel, a tranquil bystander in everyones existence, tends to have a personality quite quiet, though deviated away from her already withstanding mutism. Liesl is naturally anxious, she does not do well in many situations but works through problems anyway she can, as she must, a general, almost second natured form of tenseness within her. Apart from her anxiety, which can tug her into isolation in communing intervals, truly nothing can stop Liesl. She, among the many who others look, and click their tongues at saying "Poor thing. Can't..." Is quite over acts of pity, and shows it well what with her burning stares and abrupt ways of departing. Wile you may expect this young female to act kind once a friendship has formed, you'll be quite stricken to know that surrounded by the hapless quiet sits a girl who could grind you beneath her heels on her best of days.

Quiet and gentle is not always kind, though Liesl tends to be all three, along with bold. She is, unconventionally, the type to look pristine and right out of an installment of a clandestine magazine, a hurricane with a soft voice, red lips and carelessly unfurled hair, nervously pressing her fingers against one another. At times inappropriate, if she calms enough for her mutism to not effect her near someone, they will come to notice that when the anxious rush that traps her mouth shut is eased, she speaks without a mind. Odd comments here and there are the gist of it, spoken like inside secrets that shouldn't be there just yet.

She is outside her own box, a mismatched gathering of attributes that work together only in specific situations and so have her judged on constant occasion.Talkative and calm is what her family know her as, though she draws further away from them than she does her friends. Friends can recount constant occasions where her voice and her personality become her, lively and animated movements spiced up by placed-in jokes and a flight of laughter than always follows. To strangers she is just a forgotten image, personality rarely sticking and loud as to remind them of Liesl clearly.

-- sometimes it caches up to her with more of its entirety

Short story|

Mom and dad wept in the morning, tired of life and the big blue skies. Coffee kept them stagnant, contact made them dizzy, work let the lines under their eyes and their own scars meld into the crowd. Thank god for that. The house, it shook in silence. the quiet scared them when they realized how submerged they truly were. Without a noise they grew up together. From egotistical adults into truly self-conscious ones. The cycle worked them down in reverse, fortunes wheel raking a discerning turn.

They tried to keep everything numb, for fear of reality hitting them too hard when they turned away for a minute. Everything became frank, a picturesque image of grey and blue, soft tints of violets and creams, in the corners of their eyes they'd notice the eerie flaming touch of red hiding near by and they'd shake. The two feared the brightness, their fear was true. But, their view of everything was more art than normalcy. It was magnanimous, brilliantly beautiful. Beguilingly, they rarely spoke about what they saw, even though they knew that what the world was for them was different than what once it was. The deadly push of anonymity and routine.

Upon rainy days, when the sun peeked just minimally over deep gray clouds, they would open their mouths to talk to each other the most that they could. The trivial stuff, "How has work been?" and "The whether is lovely today" failed to electrify their lives. Though, they kept at it in fear of change. Hopelessly clinging to some form of faith that things would be different. Everything remained still and irritatingly the same. Day by day, wake, work, speak, sit, stand, sleep, rinse and repeat. Their thoughts begged for anything but indifference, but their fear lapped at the feet of a monstrous acceptance of what the world was. And they lived, only with the coping mechanism of protective apathy.

The two were in love... It was oddly beautiful, the soft way they connected together, made contact with just each other. Though, uncomfortably, one couldn't be sure if the reason for the way this relationship stayed intertwined wasn't because they had adapted too much to this lifestyle of theirs. What if, what if the pair had been together for too long for separation to feel right or holy? What if they stayed together just in the sense of apathy, for a separation holding emotions would be too much for the fragile beings?

Finding one another walking towards gardens of caution, mom and dad found salvation within booklets of different birthing places. Both trailed around the idea that a child would fix it all, and fit so nicely into their world still. Their belief was morbid, wrong in an accursed way.

It was helpless curiosity that led them there.

Moms tummy grew round with an excited bundle, and she turned to her coffee more than ever. Intriguingly, casual language became much more interesting than it had ever been. Maybe, it was because she had heard too much about babies as her body prepared. Maybe dad had regained some sensible mayhem. Either way, everything new caught them in compimsingly unforeseen situations, and they adapted in ways almost scary in preparedness.

They, the duo and their evil plans, the maligned deed of having a child that changed them, found the devil itself twining their displeasure away. For the worse with disdain, or selfishly for the better, it could not be spoken. Fearfully, they occupied the inside walls of their house, pacing up and down in rows until the floor ebbed lines in their names. Her mother, the breadwinner of the family, if we're being modest, left for bed a few months into her pregnancy. A mountainous creature gently kicking around inside. Father took up the reigns of outdoor responsibility, so busy that he couldn't be sick about everything happening. The baby came, screaming and crying, legs kicking and arms raised, a month too early with a cry which sounded like the bleet of a sheep.

Her voice took the living room when brought home, and she never seemed to hush. She rarely grew quiet except when company dropped by, staring at her as the little olive skinned face hid in the bosom of her sleep deprived mother. More and more people seemed to come each day, and truthfully, her parents could barely keep up with one or two visitors, never mind what seemed to them like hundreds. It was nauseating. The multitude of footsteps in the house, the endless knocking on their door, both isolated hermits recoiling in unfelt malady.

They had grown unused to it all. So, never did they expect the way their little closeted up world seemed to spin.

The way color seem to screech at their gray lives, pushing away well plastered darkness with methods which appeared to recreate the process of death itself. Both retracted in good measure, but could not keep the doors locked and the windows shut well enough. The people, they called themselves guests, they were intruders... They found ways in that the two could not comprehend no matter how they tried. Coffee in the morning was nothing but a shared attempt to figure out new baby plans and... How did a new house away from civilization sound? Aged scars and weary bags under their eyes were mistaken for family troubles, casual midday conversation was a tedious way to contact each other... Contact, in itself, kept care as the only item to give the lonely pair stability.

and among the hubbub, the noise and cheery excitement, a baby was born. Her cries quickly taking up the home. They carried her babbling disaster of a body home and rocked her about, wishing for the silence of life to eat up the night so that sleep could take them breathless. Among the plan of having a baby, rembering everything that had gone through their minds as they bouncing their arms up and down to calm her, it seemed both of the babys parents had forgotten the more daunting bits of things. Every hunt of urgency, complexity and habit to be afeared of, all that crazy mess of things within life was scary. And she... She was just as scary.



----

November 12. The sun was out, the clouds floated in the sky as delicately as butterflies, and the birds... Well, the birds were everywhere.

A young Liesl was covered in a thin pashmina jacket, feet stomping over as many leaves as they could with electrified hops.

The darkness was slowly creeping in, but in inches, as slowly as a snail, so there was nothing to worry about. Birds hopped onto evey branch with lightning quick, flighty motions, raising then lowering their heads, cocking them to watch the world around them. Their small bodies were plush vessels warmth, ready to work over the cool temperatures coming on soon.

It wasn't a big thing that made her into someone "silent" although to her the experience itself was bigger than life. It wasn't expected, nothing big or booming happened, all that happened was all that was needed for her to feel a sense of horror, of some form of danger, and that most people don't appreciate or try to understand. They think it minuscule for her to go through the trauma of voicelessness in a society that never shuts its trap... Though, they could be wavered off. They didnt know better, they hasn't gone through the same experiences as she had, standing before someone, unable to form a single word, barely nodding. They didn't feel the things she did when they had to speak, her chest collapsing on itself, the grasping of a hard metallic claw within her stomach, breathless anxiety that wouldn't let a single thing out.

... They did not know how hard it was, to want to be able to do something, something they found so simple that they didn't question the gifted ability of having it even once, and not be able to because forces worked against you.




your favor
Malformed redacted

Theme music:


Art: (At least three)


Still mute, still Liesl ofc
Dreams of becoming an Asl signer for a children show
Spends most of her time on the road/road trips
Creates birdhouses from fallen foliage
Creates dolls from clay, and carves wooden figurines with a knife

Liesl once had a voice louder than the crackling of thunder, the excitement within it made her voice sound louder than anything and anyone-- keeping quiet for too long created the feeling of suppression, a lack of breath. All too much like suphocation for her liking. But, when she was around others that asphyxia came to her once more, Andes couldn't say a word.

This will be an impress me competition!
I would like to see these basic elements though-
As a child; Blank in outdoor setting, quite expressionless, somewhat awkward body language if put on the spot
Hoards
Selective mutism, social anxiety, separation anxiety
Quite a quiet personality at home, inflexible, moody and assertive, can talk non-stop in comfortable situations, only to the correct people
Generally communicates nonverbaly in outside situations, or whispers to close ones, shuts down when she seems a situation too panic inducing, although many situations can be
Her wn being is rather uncommunicative at times, even if she didn't have her mutism, the anxiety causes problems with communication to rise and be more problematic
Incorrigible temper, quite peaceful generally
Pacifistic tendencies

Feel free to add on!
This will end on December 1st

Things to know:
She is mute, I would like if that trait was kept, it's up to you though.
She has some art, PM me if you'd like to use it in your form (this will not count towards the minimum art)
Hex codes:
#C4A98B
#DECFC3
#7E7057
#5B5140
#332928
#130C77
I will be judging quality over quantity.

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Mark

[Akua]

Possible res~

[avaloafe]

╔-----------------------------------------╗

name ↪ lika johanna parker
nicknames ↪ none
age ↪ eighteen years old
gender ↪ female
sexuality ↪ bisexual with an
equal pull to both genders
hair colour ↪ dark brown
eye colour ↪ dark blue
m. trait ↪ mute, quiet
+ traits ↪ warmhearted,
caring, loyal, protective,
affectionate,confident
- traits ↪ flirtatious,
sarcastic, sly, wild
theme song ↪ if today was your last day

╚-----------------------------------------╝

Growing up, lika was never known for his looks. She was incredibly lanky, unathletic and going through a long and never-ending awkward stage. Guys wouldn't throw themselves at her, and she rarely had the courage to talk to them. She and everyone else around her knew this. The problem was, she loved to socialize and make new friends. So, to fix this she became known throughout the school for her personality. She became the kid that would goof off and make everyone laugh. She was approachable and sweet, picking jokes on herself, never really teasing others. Just as well she never picked sides and often was a good person to go to for advice that wasn't biased. She was a friend to all, and didn't care who you were. Going along with her outgoing personality she also became known for throwing the best parties. Some were more formal than others. Some were a heck of a lot more lively. They were neutral ground as she would invite everyone, a place for the residents of the upper east side to let loose without worrying about status or current drama.

Lika was always one to try things first, this combined with her looking for more ways to get her name known, equals many firsts. She was one of the first to get alcohol, and try drugs, teaching the other gals and guys of her class all about them, and sometimes even supplying. These were always featured at her parties. After one bad experience with the harder drugs though, she swore off them, and got more involved with drinking. At her freshman year of St. Jude's she began to form a problem, drinking much more than she should, in and out of parties. Her grades which were usually excellent, dropped and so did her attitude. By the beginning of sophomore year she was an alcoholic.

She threw one of his infamous parties, to celebrate the start of the new school year. This party ended up getting too out of hand. She was trying to take it down a notch before the cops were called. A guy had been selling some drug at her party, and she wasn't about to let someone profit off her party. One thing led to another and she ended up knocked out, with a bag of the drugs in her hand. The dealer fleeing after hearing the cops were called, as well as the rest of the guests. She was found on the floor with the drugs in hand and nearly drunk.

There was a long process of getting her out of going to jail, but at the time she was a minor, so the charges weren't as severe. She was required to go to rehab for a year. Her parents shipped him off out of the country, to a rehabilitation center. Out of sight and out of mind, she ended up losing any titles or reputation she had at St. Jude's.

They extended her stay, to two years instead of one. She wasn't allowed any contact to the outside world, only visitors which were rare. A lot in her changed, she no longer drinks. She grew out of her awkward stage, and took much better care of herself. Putting her thoughts into hobbies, getting healthier and in shape, to help distract her from what happened and alcohol. Once out of rehab her parents made her go to a private school nearby, unsure if she was ready to go back home. She stayed there for a few days before convincing her parents to let her leave. She missed Manhattan terribly though.

[AlaskanAlpaca]

maaark cries idk if i have time /ded/

Leisl JÄger

mute
love for books and writing
writing is her favroite form of communication
She's very shakey with asl

Despite being mute and viewd as a "quiet introvert" she's actually not that "quiet"
SHe enjoys participating in debates, especially online debates where no one knows that she's mute
She doesn't feel any judgement over her disability, she goes with the flow

best friends wih Anarchy
Also knows Pastel, bonded with him over books

Name: (I'd prefer if it was the same, but if you want to, you can change it)
Personality:
Short story:
Art: (At least three)
Feel free to add on!