Vanity Thorne

[Vanity Thorne]

VANITY ELAINE THORNE



"Why do we like to hurt so much?"


`I WOKE UP AND WISHED
THAT I WAS DEAD,
»basics

fullname || Vanity Elaine Thorne
nicknames || Vans, V, Vixen
age || 21
gender || Female
orientation || Straight
category || Citizen
occupation || Works as a journalist
power || n/a

`THE WHOLE WORLD IS MOVING
AND I'M STANDING STILL,
»appearance

face claim || Emma Watson
height/weight || 5'3, 110
distinguishing features || Her huge eyes, and the butterfly tattoo on her lower back
brief description || Vanity has brown hair haired and green eyes, and thin because she can't gain weight even if she wanted to. She's about 5'4, and has a round face. Her eyes are quite large, and her nose is, too, but still proportional to the rest of her face. She has a butterfly tattoo on her lower back, and her skin isn't very tan at all, rather pale. She walks with a sort of strut, but it's because it's the way she's been taught. Not strong, she's still very agile due to years of martial arts training.

`AND EVERYTHING I SAID I'D DO
MAKE THE WORLD BRAND NEW
AND TAKE THE TIME FOR YOU,
»personality

likes || dance, theatre, swimming, the ocean, any sort of water, flirting, walking around at night, hanging out, being barefoot, horses, music
dislikes || close minded people, snobs, people who interrupt, people who look down on her, sitting still for long periods of time, rude people, chocolate
strengths || knows how to stay cool, encouraging, daring, looks before leaping, sneaky, good at making up stories, can keep a straight face whenever she wants
weaknesses || over thinking, lets people walk all over her, doesn’t always stick up for herself, lacks attention span, boys, curiosity
aspirations ||to make it to Broadway
secrets || As much as she likes to say she hates men, she really wants to fall in love, marry, and have a family. But she won't admit it.
fears || Small spaces, whenever it's too quiet, heartbreak
quirks/habits ||top tapper, bites insides of cheeks if she doesn’t have gum, pen tapper, playing with her necklace when nervous
overall || My liberal parents got me into alcohol at a young age, allowing me to drink whatever I wanted. I was pretty okay with it at first, but when I was a silly, naïve twelve year old? Things got out of control, and bingeing left me on the living room floor close to death. I decided I needed to cut back on drinking, and became a social drinker, only drinking a bit much sometimes, and purely on accident, I swear.

I find I tend to make a lot of guy friends. Most of my friends are guys, actually, because I’m not into all the… drama crap, and some girls? Truthfully scare me. I’ll admit, I’m a bit of a tomboy, but I love mixing up my own style of cute clothes. Some people accuse her of “putting herself out there” because I’m really playful with them, but it’s all in fun. My mum says I’m sarcastic and reserved… which I somewhat agree with. I’m ever active, but I’m not hyperactive, and my brother says I have a sort of “calm, graceful energy”. My dad says I have a maturity beyond my years, and often tells me to loosen up. I must say I have a habit of bending and sometimes breaking rules, but I’m very careful with stepping over lines. Sure, I might break some rules but I also have some degree of respect for them. Boys? Please, don’t get me started. Who needs them…

Music is my passion, and I always have her headphones in when I’m studying or reading. I have a good amount of friends, but very few people I really opens up to. I rarely cry and some people say I’m heartless. I guess I’m just reluctant to open up…

`I JUST GOT LOST AND
SLEPT RIGHT THROUGH THE DAWN,
»history

mother || Isabella Throne
father || Richard Throne
siblings || none
other family || none important
backstory || My mother (British) and father (Italian) met at an art school in Germany, and were mortal enemies until graduation. Petty fights and such, pulling pranks on each other. Anyways, after graduation, their common love for the hippie movement caused them to somehow fall and love and they married, moving to the Ionian Island of Ithaca outside Italy. A year and a quarter later, I was born. They were overjoyed when they discovered my love for theatre, and surrounded my childhood with it, and music. Since my parents are laid back, I grew up with loads of freedom, which I think I fortunately used fairly responsibly. I drink, yes, but not excessively, and make high marks, though my parents are convinced I need to “loosen up” and have fun at school. But trust me: I have my share of fun. My parents are also trying to get me to find someone to marry already, since Mum obsesses with finding me a good husband and planning a huge wedding (she’s also a wedding planner, and a good one, too). She won’t admit it, but she wants me to marry a doctor, and won’t be content until she or I finds one. She was writing some book and said it would be a “perfect match”. Whatever. Who needs guys… But I moved here from Italy last month to go to that school of the arts they have. It’s kinda bittersweet, because I love the school, but I miss all my guy friends.

My parents, well... they have powers. She sees the future and past and he's got this wierd ability to move things with his mind. Nothing's happened to me, and I'm rooting for nothing to happen at all, but well... they say something might. Who knows... I'm rooting for no.

As of now, I'm working for the local paper as a reporter, and I'm loving it so far... I just wish I could meet a guy, you know? My parents said "Wait till college" then "Wait till you graduate from college". I've got my own place now, and a stable, good paying job, so I have nothign else to wait for. Sure, I know it's gonna be interesting cuz I'm... picky, but I'm determined. I just may put my guard down a bit...

`I THOUGHT OF YOU AND WHERE YOU'D GONE
AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON...,
»ooc

name/alias || Spencer
age || 17
experience || not even a year
who's the fairest of them all? || (admin edit)
anything else? || I love you! lol
roleplay sample ||The day wasn’t very bright, or cheerful, the sun hidden behind clouds and the entire feel of the day seeming very grim. Nicoletta, however, was all smiles, wandering aimlessly about the garden with bare feet. She was humming a song the rather contrasted to the day: bright and cheerful, uplifting. Her entire presence seemed to glow despite the gloom, her golden locks, her fancy white dress, the braid wrapped around her head that her tiara rested on. Her entire visage sparkles with inner happiness. She had a good reason to be happy. She was on her way to England later that afternoon, to see her fiancé for the first time. She hadn’t met him, but heard many rumors about him, both good and bad. She wanted to believe the good more, but that’s what she tended to do with everyone. She was the open-minded type, the sort to look over errors and praise the good qualities one possessed. The sound of footsteps distracted her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“What business have you sneaking up behind a woman such as me, good stable boy?” she asked, a mischievous smile invading her lips. A chuckle sounded behind her, and a handsome young man not many years her elder walked in front of her, smiling. He had dark hair and a charming, roguish smile that made you think he was up to no good. He wa, however, the person Nicoletta trusted the most out of anyone besides her brother.
“You never fail to hear my approach, milady” he said, placing hi hands on her shoulders and smiling, “My, you’re dressed up nicely. Since when were you a woman?”
“Oh, stop it you” she said, trying to look offended, thought the smile stayed. It was hard to keep a straight face around Harold. He was her riding teacher, and secretly taught her archery. If her mother had ever found out, she’s have taken off her head with one of her long nails or something. She tugged at her sleeve and sighed, looking loathingly at the material.
“It’s rather itchy.”
“I’m not surprised. A lot of fancy things are uncomfortable. I think that sort of tells you something.”
They shared a laugh, and looked at one another for a short bit before he looked around, then pulled her into a tight embrace. It wasn’t “right” for anyone to hug royalty that way, but Nicoletta didn’t at all agree. So, to keep her mother and father happy, they only did so when alone.

“I will miss you” she whispered, taking a step back from him. She heard a carriage pulling up, and rushed over to a tree trunk, pulling on her slippers. He followed, his cheerful disposition replaced with sadness.
“I will too. You’d better hurry, your father will come looking for you.”
“I know…” she said, then stood straight, giving him a final smile. She wasn’t one for sappy partings, but she felt tears forming in her eyes, and turned, quickly rushing away from her closest friend so he wouldn’t see her tears. They were gone when she reached her mother and father, and as she was escorted into the carriage, she spotted the stable boy outside the window, among the other servants, looking like just another person bidding them farewell...

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