ωιηтєя вяєєzєѕ {Drama RP~Semi Lit}

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With a swoosh Brittany moved a few meters away from the two people, her back turned and her motush moving over Temesis' words mockingly while making a face.
Seeing as she wasn't much use int he conversation, she moved along the ica, feeling the bumps beaneath her blades as the vibrations made their way up her feet and through her legs.
Brittany piced up her speed a bit before preforming a camel spin that soon changed to a basic outside edge spiral position with the free leg held unsupported behind the body, a small smile playing on the edges of her cold lips as she felt the wind run across her pale face, and the cold air running through her pruple hair.
Re-connecting her skate with the ice, Brittany continued to move on, oblivious to the fact she was coming close to the thinner layer of ice and father away from Tamesis and L.
With a few inches of think ice to spare, Britttany clued in and had a mini heart-attack as she lifted one leg and placed it behind her, that start of her backwards gliding which also lead to a failing tumble- which she figured everyone would see considering humanity. They wouldn't see her glide towards her doom, they'd see her falls to her socail-doom.


((Ugh, curse this Writer's Block.))

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{{Sorry for the size of the picture. ^.^}}
Username:
Ms. Bennington
Full Name:
Damon Jess Filtiarn
Nickname:
Hm...I suppose DJ would work. xP
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty
Personality:
Damon is a very determined, strong man, capable of many things...but extremely limited of others. When his mind is set to something, there's no getting in his way or stopping him from reaching his goal, no matter how long it may take; he'll get there eventually, despite any obstacles. He's like a force of nature in that way, reaching unceasingly for what he desires until he finally gets it.
But this can also become a bad thing; if he gets too caught up in what he's striving for, what he wants to accomplish, he may begin to think less of the others around him. He doesn't forget them or think he's better than them in that moment, but they just become...less important. It's a vice of his that is not easily broken, especially since he's tried several times to pay more attention to the people who care about him while striving forward.
Despite his bouts of obsession with goals, he's truly a deep and caring individual, increasingly intelligent, with dark, piercing eyes that seem to look far beyond the outer skin of a person. He's charismatic while quiet, and people are drawn to him in times of need, whether for comfort or just an ear to listen. He'll never tell a secret he's been told to keep, or break a promise that he's made. In doing so, he's one of the most trustworthy men you can find, dependable almost anything you could need, if it's within reason. He can become your greatest ally and friend, and it doesn't take much but honesty and integrity to get his attention and support.
Another side of Damon is his romantic nature. He's never found his one true love, but he's dreamt of doing so since a young age. He has dated his fair share of girls, but none of them ever stuck with him and worked through all of his quirks, which really aren't all that many. None of them were ever permanent, and he still doggedly searches for someone he can spend the rest of his life with in contentment and happiness; or as much as can be had under the circumstances he and his group of college friends are in. Whatever happens, whoever it is, he'll find a way to work through it and solve the problem; part of his obsession with goals and his intelligent determination.
One of the key points of his personality, and his one true passion in life, is the piano. He has created countless compositions of his own, short pieces that express something he rarely ever physically shows. When you're listening to one of his pieces, you're listening to a part of him you'll most likely never see again, though he's never discarded a single note he's written, not since his childhood, when he began to play; this is also a key point of his past, the one that he keeps so heavily garded, so deeply hidden.
History:
Damon came from a terrible background, one full of pain and regret, sorrow, and overwhelming anger. He's not one to be open about his past, and it takes a very determined close friend or someone else he cares deeply about for him to even speak a word of it; he hates his past life so much, he doesn't dare think about it anymore, which is truly the only reason he's come so far.
He knows he hasn't fully gotten over the events that occurred, though, and he also knows that one day it'll all break out of its cage and overwhelm him. He hopes, sometimes vainly, that there'll be someone there for him when that time comes.
Damon was born to happy parents and a content family, one free of strife and feuding. His life was the American Dream up until he was ten. During those nine years of his life, he learned to do many things a child from a respectful family would do; he learned to read, write, do simple arithmatic, and studied the basics of science. He built upon these teachings since he was five, and then discovered the thing that guided him through his entire life; the piano.
His parents had purchased one for the entire family to enjoy, but they never got the chance once Damon set a finger to the key. Since that first note rang out on a quiet Sunday morning, DJ has been playing for his entire life, and only increases in skill everyday. At age fifteen, he was writing his own compositions; though these were dark and rather sinister due to the events of his life at the time.
It was mentioned that his life was perfect until he was ten. At that age, his father was fired from his job as a co-CEO of a major car manufacturing company. The layoff had come from absolutely nowhere, and no warning was given as to when it would happen; nor was there a reason provided. His father took this very roughly, and took to heavy drinking not long after, much to the dismay of his mother. Only a week had passed before the fist-shaped bruises began to form on his mother's cheek bones and stomach. The abuse was done discretely, after Damon had been put to bed by his trembling, obviously frightened mother. He still remembers the sound of muffled cries coming from down the hallway, his parents' room. He never knew exactly what they were, until the day his father struck his mother in front of him.
He was twelve then, and his father and mother had been arguing intensely, again. They used big words and foul ones, things that he really didn't know much of, but he knew that it wasn't good by the looks on their faces. And when father raised his arm, clenching his fingers together, and when his mother cowered down like this had happened so many times before, Damon knew. Before he could do a single thing to stop him, his father struck her harder than he ever had before, knocking her to the ground with the single punch. She hadn't gotten up, and blood trickled from somewhere on the back of her head.
In a sudden blind rage, Damon threw himself at his father, for the first time smelling the raging stench of alcohol on clothes and breath. He was shoved across the room, where he stumbled and fell; and was then repeatedly assaulted by his father, hit in the face and arms, nearly breaking through to the bone. His father left after Damon and slipped into unconsciousness, and he never returned. His mother never woke up. Damon, many years later, found out that she had internal bleeding in her brain, causing it to collapse on itself and shut down.
Next came the foster homes. One after the other, they all turned him away after the first week, telling the adopting agency that he was too much for them, too angry and violent for their control. And it was true that he was. His foster parents became frightened of him and his dark temperment, the way he was quick to lose his temper and go into a rage similar to the one that had gotten him beaten. He trusted nothing and no one, and it seemed that no one could change that. Until, at age fifteen, he arrived at a rich foster home, one that was finely furnished and a place of many teenagers' dreams. And in the front hall, with rich golden decor gilding the walls and ceiling, there was a grand piano, something Damon hadn't seen in too long. His foster parents never complained about him, and almost never saw him; though they would often sneak into the rear of the hall and stop to listen to the incredibly passionate, deep, disturbing music that weaved from they keys being played.
Throughout the years he stayed with those parents, content with the piano and needing nothing else, until he steadily got better, his temperment calmer, his rage stilled, his sorrow bated. But not vanished by any means; his parents knew this, and tried to get him to go to counseling, hoping that it would help him get rid of his negative memories and his hold on those memories for good.
But Damon wasn't ready. He packed up what little he had, took his 'allowance' of an insanely large amount, and left, walking right out of the front door without trying to hide it. After that, he moved up to the country, living there a couple of years and getting on his own two feet. He moved again, this time to Winsdor; just in time for cursed winter.
Other:
He has a couple of pets. ^.^
Tikaani, a male Doberman Pinscher, and
Sam, a female Maine Coon cat.

[Kites]

{{Accepted Ah you and your 'small' obsession! And its good to see Tikaani again, remember the first RP we were both in? Good times, good times Everyone is at the frozen lake, bar a few who are in the nearby woods}}

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{{Hahaha, yes, very good times indeed. xD Except this time, Tikaani's a dog. Baha. xD And yeah...it's only a 'very tiny' obsession, 'nothing much'. ^.^ Thanks, I'll edit this spammy post with a RP one, since I have been dying to write several paragraphs. 8D}}

○•◘Damon Jess Filtiarn◘•○

He couldn't figure out why the hell he'd moved here as he trudged through the knee-deep snow, Tikaani leaping and bounding gleefully ahead of him. He hated snow with a fiery passion, and much preferred, and missed, the gently sloping green hills of his old home.

But he couldn't afford to live there anymore; he had to move, it was a necessity. It hadn't been an easy decision to make, and he'd felt bad for moving his pets again, but he had no choice. The house he lived in now wasn't much to look at, but the rent was cheap and the utility bills were easy to pay. He had all of the necessities and even a little on the side that he keeps stashed and constantly adds to.

The snow was really the only drawback. Moving to Winsdor just before winter wasn't the smartest of ideas that he'd had, and right as the last box was unpacked, the cursed white precipitation began to fall down in torenting blizzards. That day he'd sat at the window, Sam resting lazily on the top of the couch beside his head, and stared out at the falling snow, feeling his high spirits sink with each landed snowflake.

Blinking and bringing himself back to the present, Damon looked up and focused on where he was walking, heading towards the frozen lake that everyone said was so spectacular this time of year. Tikaani was still bounding around like a short-tailed, large-eared squirrel on steroids, and yet showed no signs of tiring. Damon could see a break in the treeline ahead; they were finally there. Thank God.

"Tikaani, here," he called out. He watched in something like pride as the faithful Doberman immediately stopped playing and turned, trotting over to his master. Damon half-smiled and scratched behind the large dog's ear, then clipped the leash onto the ring of the choke collar---Tikaani was a very young dog, and still going through the motions of training. He was dangerous, he just didn't know when to be calm. The dog tugged on the leash slightly, pulling Damon forward through the snow; he noticed that it wasn't as deep here, and he could actually move in a gait that resembled walking.

When he and Tikaani broke through the treeline, Damon had to stop for a moment and just stare. The lake really was spectacular...frozen over completely, a shimmering circle of ground that reflected off only the faintest of blues due to the frost that coated it like powdered sugar. Surrounding most of it was the forest, tall evergreens like sentinels guarding nature's treasure. And apparently, it was a surprisingly large recreational hang-out. Several people were on the ice, skating like professionals...others not so professional. Other people were scattered on the snow-banked shore, sitting on benches or standing around and talking. He felt completely out of place, and hadn't known that the lake was so popular; he hadn't really met anyone else yet, and these people looked like they knew eachother pretty well.

This didn't truly bother him; he wasn't that much of a socializer anyways...his father hadn't helped with that at all. But the fact was inevitable that at some point in time, one of these people would spot him out as a stranger and attempt a conversation with him; this was the part that he was uncomfortable about. So, suddenly wishing he hadn't brought Tikaani and all of his loudish behaviors, Damon set off towards the less-populated shoreside, dimly hoping to avoid the people on the nearest end.

And Tikaani, of course, decided to be difficult. The dog was extremely social, as opposed to his master, and wanted to meet all of the people that Damon was steering him away from. Tikaani kept tugging backwards on the leash, looking back over his shoulder and whimpering as Damon slowly lengthened the distance between them and the other people.

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..::Julia Rymen::..

Julia listened while Morgan talk, Julia's mind slowly slipping away. Pretty soon, Julia was in her own world where the snow had stopped and it was just sun. At first, she was here in the forest, then the forest ground under her changed to sand which she could feel between her toes. He mind started to make thigns appear, such as waved crashing against the sandy shore, people walking and talking up and down the coast line. Blankets dotted the sand from here to there, some occupied some not. That's where Julia wanted to be right now, not in this winter land.

It wasn't that she hated the snow, it gave her mixed feeligns. Sometimes she wanted it to snow for she knew her mother wouldn't come out of her room, but then again she did miss her mother at some moments. Plus, there was more things to do when it was hot outside. There was no difficulty of black ice on the roads and regular ice freezing cheap doors shut. Winter had it's pros and cons, just like how everythign else did. Execpt right now, winter was lookign liek the bad guy in her green eyes.

"It's good to get out, isn't it? Away from it all"

Julia was yanked form her summer paradise when Morgan's voice was directed at her. The girl looked up to meet the other black haired teenager, and gave a small nod and smile in her agreement. It was good to get out. Half of her living quaters were trashed and or smelled. The was the main reason no one ever came over exept Daimen, she knew he wouldn't judge her. Infact, he would completley ignore the smell and sit with Julia on her trashey couch and crack jokes out random things and people. If it was just Julia there in that apartment, not goign outside much, then she would have become insane and reserved. Her family friend Daimen, was basicly her sanity. She didn't give into the rumors that some people had said that her and him had some sort of twisted 'thing', it would onyl feed the fire.

The eighteen year old looked to her left where another figure stood there. It took her a moment to atttach the female figure to the name she had provided. "Hey there Chayse." she said, the same friendly smiel she had given Morgan earlier back on her face. Her eyes wavored away from Chayse back to her original conversation partner,- excluding Daimen- Morgan. Her voice was no directed at Daimen, so Julia stayed quite to listen. She started off strong, but then stopped. Julia watched as Morgan looked away as soon as Daimen finished talking. Julia could see the girl's lips move slight, but she didn't hear anything.

Julia's attention span was growing short, she wanted to go visit with everyone else at the lake. As she looked over her shoulder to see who was there, she couldn't make out who was there, but she knew people were there from the figures on the ice. They could skate like angels on clouds while she stood by and watched. Ice Skating was never was somethign she wanted to learn, the fear of fallign keeping her at bay. The eighteen year old moved her left foot back as if she was going to turn aroudn and walk over to the social hangout, but her left foot just stepped back and that was it. Part of her didn't want to just leave like that, but her patience was running out.

..::Daimen Carter::..

Daimen gave a slight nod as he heared another voice join the forest group. His eyes flashed to the corner of his eyeball to see the half image of Chayse. His shoudlers layed back as he looked back to Morgan to hear her response to his question. It ahd puzzled him why he'd seen Morgan's brother around but not her. Whenever Daimen had seen Morgan, she seemed fine. But when they found he outside, alone in the forest, and not with Tamesis. Well then that worried him.

"I've just been around. Nothing much really-"

Daimen gave a slight nod. His action though wasn't the same as his eyes. His brown eyes held questions; like why did she just look away in mid-sentence? Should he have not added the last word? Daimen saw no problem in calling a girl 'gorgous'. All girls he had called that seemed to like it, did Morgan not? "So, um, you want to go down to the lake with us?" He said, not poking further into the awkward second. It was onyl a second and Daimen jsut brushed it off. He first made a gesture to him and Julia, then looked over at Chayse, "You want to come? See what fun we can do there?" he asked, tryign to exclude the new addition to the comapny.

{ Grr, I'm having the same problem with Daimen }

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Bump. ><

[Kites]

Hey all. Sorry I haven't posted, when I said I would. The reason is that I hve just learnt that my art coursework is due in Monday, and I haven't done anything. The coursework involves filling a whole A3 book with seasons, paintings and deconstrictions of artists works. I will be pushing the deadline until Wednesday, so I will be working non stop at art until then. What a fun week I am going to have. Sorry again, and I hope you understand.
Ollie
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(Atleast it's for art and not math, which is what my teacher has conveniently dumped on our class. Fun.)

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(Atleast it's for art and not math, which is what my teacher has conveniently dumped on our class. Fun.)

((Me too. I just finished a powerpoint that is 75% of my grade. Whoopee. >.<))

[Kites]

{{At least its finished freakishlyesterday!}}