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Post by Heather Morris on Feb 28, 2009 15:28:57 GMT -5
HEATHER MORRIS”castles they might crumble, dreams may not come true...”`I WOKE UP AND WISHED THAT I WAS DEAD,»basics
fullname || Heather Morris nicknames || None, really. age || nineteen gender || femme orientation || straight category || Sniff. occupation || works behind the counter at Sunshine’s Crafts. power || As a Sniff, Heather possesses a form of psychometry, through either smelling or touching an object she can see its history or even, more rarely, the current activities and whereabouts of the object’s current owner. It’s not an ability she has full control of, or is really fully aware of, but it has happened and is usually best activated through smelling an object for Heather. As it’s only really ever happened concerning objects belonging her mother, brother or herself, she’s rather written it off... although she does find it occasionally odd that her brother is always in the locations she gets flashes of around his stuff.
`THE WHOLE WORLD IS MOVING AND I’M STANDING STILL, »appearance
face claim || Hannah Beth. height/weight || 5 ft 3” distinguishing features || brief description || Heather is a rather small girl. She always has been, and unless she obtains a growth spurt within the next few months, she probably always will be, considering most girls stop growing at the age of twenty. Her height falls just a little bit past the 5’3’’ mark, making her not exactly the tallest fourteen year old around, though not to say the shortest either. Weighing in at 110 pounds, you could say she’s quite balanced, appearing neither overweight nor underweight. Overall, she’s usually satisfied with her body figure, and has no real need to complain. Her bust isn’t anything to boast about, settling in a comfortable B cup and her hips are in direct proportion; tying in with her well balanced figure.
Rather than inheriting her mother’s brown hair, which was expected, Heather came out with a mix of her father’s black and the brown. As she grew older, it became slightly more on the dark mahogany side, though she always has the traces to her family name from her roots. Her bangs normally fall into her face without effort, covering the majority of her forehead. Her shoulder-length hair is layered to frame her face, and is naturally slightly wavy, though she hardly ever wears it that way. When it comes to styling, she could do well to be a bit fussy at times. Heather will usually pull it back into pigtails for school or a ponytail if she has the time. Out of all her features to pick from, Heather would have to be poked and prodded to death before considering her eyes to be the best. They’re really grey-green-blue if you take the time to notice, though they often appear clear blue from afar. She has rather narrow; almond shaped eyes, and perfectly thin eyebrows, though no one can ever see them, thanks to her bangs.
The girl undoubtly has a rectangular face shape, and rather good bone structure at that. Her skin is rather pale, hardly ever appearing any shade darker than ivory. Her lips easily fall under medium, though leaning more to the full side than thin. Her nose ridge is quite straight too, therefore giving her overall pretty facial features. Her body build leans towards willowy, though there are some definite traces of muscle on her frame from the sports she actively participates in. Overall, she has a rather slender and toned physique, with strong yet short legs. Her style outside of uniforms is simple, usually involving tank tops, hoodies, and jeans, although they all seem to be in rather outrageous colours. Her closet doesn’t really have much of a label, really just whatever she feels like wearing that morning. And her make-up styling is as simple as her clothes, for she doesn’t wear a whole lot. Luckily for her, she has a rather clear complexion, and therefore only requires eye make-up.
`AND EVERYTHING I SAID I’D DO MAKE THE WORLD BRAND NEW AND TAKE THE TIME FOR YOU, »personality
likes || being in the company of those she knows, working, coffee, seeing people smile, hearing live music, painting, photography, hearing success stories, telling stories, reading, old movies, movie theatres, drive-ins, singing alone, snow, rain, warm weather, soft pillows, beds she can sink into. dislikes || hockey, strangers, aimlessness, seeing tears, crying, showing weakness, pencils, silence, writing, sketchy movies, firm beds, firm pillows, small cars, being at home, her step mother, singing in public, cold weather, alcohol, drugs, fudge, pickles, thieves. strengths || always honest, calming people down, can be charismatic if she tries. weaknesses || extremely shy except when in “merchant mode,” perfectionist at heart, never asks for help, especially when she needs it. aspirations || perhaps one day going to art school, though she finds it out of the question right now. secrets || secretly blames her father for what happened to her mother. fears || being alone, being unwanted, death, rejection. quirks/habits || has an odd habit of flicking her earlobe when very bored, or tired. overall || Heather Morris has never been known for her outgoing nature. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Most people that know her also know that she would much rather run into a corner and sit there alone than confront strangers and have a conversation with them. There is only one exception, and that is when she is at the counter, promoting the merchandise in all its glory. When she’s there, she’s the most sociable person you could imagine, a true social butterfly, but as soon as she’s on break or off for the day, she crawls back into her shell, hiding from the world as she carries on life as usual. Her friends see the more sociable part of her, but even they only get a sneak peak at the real Heather. You could say that she’s masked most of the time, but she’s really only attempting to hide what she fears people might not like about her. She’s always feared being rejected socially, and being shy is how she hides what might be disagreeable to others. Not to mention her extreme dislike of cameras. She’s afraid enough as it is of being internally ugly, she doesn’t need to worry about being externally ugly as well by seeing herself in photograph after photograph.
Mary couldn’t be more innocent than this girl. While she’s worked her way through tough situations using a crafty lie or two, she has the mind of a saint. While she’s kissed a boy or two, she has gone no further, sworn to go no further. When a that’s what she said joke or other miscellaneous innuendo is brought up, she’ll laugh, but she never truly gets the joke. Her parents raised her as a very sheltered girl until her mother passed away, when her father began to slip into a depressive state and her brother was left to raise her. Regardless, she never turned her emotions into acting out, like most kids did, but instead she changed herself into the nosy, shy girl who couldn’t get any of the jokes that anyone around her was making. She turned herself into the girl that everyone wanted to know about but no one wanted to befriend. She became the girl that sat in the corner and read books but never seemed approachable. The girl who asked all the questions but gave no answers to yours.
By nature, the chick behind the stand is a very nosy girl. In fact, most people, when they do finally get passed her original shy state of being, tend to leave when they discover this tiny fact. Heather has always been a knowledge-seeker. She hates being ‘out of the loop,’ so to speak. She hates not knowing what’s going on in the lives of all her co-workers and the people she sees and knows. She enjoys to listen to the stories that people tell her - if they ever do - because they give her a peak into their lives long enough for her to be nosy. Usually, when her brother catches drift of her nosiness, it comes to an end until the next time some stranger opens up to the girl. She tends to be thoroughly interested in the lives of her step siblings as well, as much as they hate it and wish she’d just shut up already and leave them alone. Then again, this is why she tends to be so shy. The true her is ugly - to her, at least. She feels that nothing of her true self is beautiful to anyone except, on occasion, her family. But that’s only because they have the whole ‘getting to know you’ part down. Step one of many.
Honesty is supposed to be a good thing, right? Well, if that’s true, Heather must be a goddess. Honesty is her only policy most of the time, especially in situations where it is truly needed. Criticism is usually her expertise, though not on purpose. She tends to speak her mind, which is usually well-thought out, despite its messy organization. Her thoughts don’t pause to reconfigure, and after a question is asked, an honest answer is given. In the case of feelings on the line, she believes in telling the truth in case the lie is taken too literally. “Does this dress make me look fat?” Someone may ask. Her reply? “Why yes, yes it does.” If they didn’t know, they would walk around with an ugly outward appearance, something she, herself, fears. Why would she wish that upon someone? She sees things less in the now but more in the future. They’ll thank her later on, she tells herself. She sleeps with the comforting fact that one day, they would thank her for it.
`I JUST GOT LOST AND SLEPT RIGHT THROUGH THE DAWN, »history
mother || anna morris - (deceased) father || jeff morris - (forty-seven) siblings || james morris- twenty-two lily morris- sixteen other family || marie morris- step mother juliet becks - (twenty-one) - step sister garrett becks - (eighteen) - step brother backstory || After the complicated birth of their only son, James, Heather’s parents did not expect a second child. In fact, they were determined that they would never have another child again. James had nearly died in child birth the last time, and there were many, many problems during the pregnancy to top it all off. Not to mention he was sick from the moment he came out of the womb. As they saw the tiny heart beating on the ultrasound screen, they grasped each others’ hands, hearts taking leaps of faith as the ultrasound technician confirmed that they were, indeed, going to have a baby. The preparations for this new baby were rigorous; Anna ate healthier, the entire family did, in fact, and they avoided germs like the plague, due to her weak immune system. Their stresses were higher than the last time; Jeff had been laid off his job almost immediately after they found out that Anna was pregnant again, and the fact that James was constantly sick didn’t help either of their work schedules at all. Just as they thought they were going to make it out alright after all, Anna went into premature labour a month before she was due to give the child life.
Tears rolled down the entire family’s face as they were told that the little girl they had grown so attached to might not make it out alive, and if she did, she most likely wouldn’t survive the first week of her life. After performing an emergency c-section, the family was relieved to see that the child was still alive, but they refused to make burial plans like the doctors suggested. The girl’s weak heart continued beating. A week later, the doctors were surprised by a crying Heather, who hadn’t yet performed such an action. They were practically looking to god for an answer, but none came. She was simply the family’s miracle baby. But after the scare of the so-called ‘miracle baby,’ both parents were quick to prevent another baby from coming into the family. The first time that they held Heather in their arms was a week later, when the doctors sent the family home. James grew restless, however, and quickly stole the child from his parents, jealous of the attention she was getting. This led to the first fight they had. He took the little girl and put her under his bed, hoping that his parents would never find her again. They did. Quickly. He wasn’t punished, but reassured that nothing would happen to their love for him. They encouraged him to love his sister.
By the time they reached the ages of four and one, James and Heather got along better than twins could have. They did everything together - they played in the sandboxes, they pushed each other on the swings - they even built snow forts together. Once, when they reached three and six, they were building a fort made out of blankets and the dining room table, the inseparable siblings overheard their parents talking. Anna was grasping her stomach and Jeff just looked concerned beyond belief. “I don’t know if I can make it through another one, Jeff...” He winced and pulled her into a hug, and nine months later, Heather found out what she meant. Another girl was born into the family, this one the last. Three months later, Heather noticed her mother growing extraordinarily pale and constantly tired. She was going to the doctors very frequently and she couldn’t help but think something was wrong. It wasn’t long before she was always at the hospital, and Heather, James, and Lily were always there too, visiting her mother who was fragile lying in the bed that they had assigned her to. What was wrong with her? Would she be okay?
Their mother died roughly a year later.
As soon as her mother died, she instantly felt it. Her father, who was once a cheerful and very pleasant man in general, was now constantly grouchy and upset, even when they had done nothing wrong. This frustrated her brother, who would often fight with her father, much to her dismay. Apparently there was a large difference between five and eight, because she didn’t understand anything that James was talking about anymore. She could feel their relationship drifting even further and further apart, and she couldn’t help but feel sad just at that. By the time she hit seven, their relationship was but a ghost of what it once was, only kicking in every once in a while. Her father, who had once taken a deep dive into alcohol, had stopped by then, and her brother was now taking an interest in girls at school - far too soon, according to her father. She, on the other hand, thought that they were all crazy, because boys had cooties. This, naturally, changed after she started liking boys at the age of twelve.
By the time she hit middle school, her desire for her mother began to grow exponentially. When she began to experience... feminine issues, ones that she didn’t want to talk to her dad about, she began to miss her mother more than ever. Unfortunately, she was forced to ‘rough it’ for the next four years, when he met and married a woman named Marie. This woman was not her mother, and nor would she ever be, especially after the strong hatred for the woman grew from the very moment she met her - as her father’s wife. That was all that Marie would ever be to her. She would never be a motherly figure, either, for she was only her father’s toy, not a motherly woman. Of course, this woman brought two kids along with her, both of whom annoyed her to no end until she finally got to know them, and only then did she like the girl more than the boy. Of course, it still wasn’t enough. No one could make up for the loss in her life, and no one ever would. Still seeking to fill this void in her life, Heather sought out the help of something less conventional, despite her father’s pleads. She moved out, buying herself a small apartment and getting herself a job, has lived as such for a good year and a half.
`I THOUGHT OF YOU AND WHERE YOU’D GONE AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON..., »ooc
name/alias || moxii age || sixteen experience || 3 years who’s the fairest of them all? || (admin edit) anything else? || nope. :3 roleplay sample ||
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