Post by VIENNA CHANNARY ROSE on Jan 27, 2010 19:50:07 GMT -5
VIENNA CHANNARY ROSE
[/font]"NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAS BECOME OF HER, SHATTERED DOLL, DESPERATE"[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: vienna rose channary[/blockquote]
AGE: seventeen
MEMBER GROUP: fucked up kids
GRADE: twelve
BIRTH PLACE: san fransico, california
RELIGION: athiest
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
PLAYBY: nina dobrev
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
Meet Vienna Channary Rose, the seventeen-year-old fuck up. Preppy girl gone wrong, you ask? How did we get to such a place? Well, let's start from the beginning.
Vienna Channary Rose was born October 13th at midnight, seventeen years ago, to Emmaline and Tanner Rose. The wide-eyed brunette baby was the couple's first and only child, making little Vienna their pride and joy. Vienna was showered with love and affection. She had always thought her childhood was perfect, until the age of nine, when she realized that there was no such thing as perfection. Turns out mom and dad didn't get along so well. Actually, by the time their pride and joy was about to turn ten, they loathed each other.
It all started when Tanner found that Emmaline had participated in several affairs during their marriage and Emmaline's pregnancy, so Vienna may not be his. This sent the temperamental Tanner into a furious rampage, which led to the sever beating of Emmaline while Vienna was pretending to sleep upstairs. Battered, bruised and raped - Emmaline threatened to leave with Vienna and call the police. Tanner rebutted by threatening to kill her and Vienna. Needless to say, Emmaline and Vienna stayed with Tanner.
As Vienna grew, she began to learn things about her father that nobody (including her mother) had known about him. Alcoholic, drug-addict and abusive were some character traits that seemed to become more apparent. The combination of being under the influence and being abusive created a dangerous situation for Vienna and Emmaline. In the beginning, mainly Emmaline would get beaten, raped and exploited. But as realization dawned on Tanner that Vienna was most likely not his daughter, he developed a hatred for the pre-teen as well. Being beaten, harassed, raped and mistreated was Vienna's life. She became more introverted, more frightened. With no friends or siblings and her mother afraid that talking to Vienna would lead to another beating, there was nobody to turn to.
Vienna stayed with her mother and Tanner until the day she came home to find that he killed her. The teen left that night, fearful for her life. She stole some money from Tanner and moved to Oregon.
At seventeen, Vienna is frightened. You cannot get much more shy and introverted than this brunette. Trying not to end up with someone like her mother, she rarely opens her heart to any man, nor will she easily become friends with you. Trust is a huge issue for miss Vienna. Some believed she was stuck-up, because nobody knew what had gone on behind closed doors. She is misunderstood and vulnerable - say hello to Vienna Channary Rose.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: moonstrukk
AGE: fifteen
EXPERIENCE: three years, on and off
TIME ZONE: eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
A few rays from the sun managed to wiggle their way through the intricate arrangement of the trees that afternoon. The climate was perfect for her - the air was dry and warm, but not uncomfortably hot and a slight cool breeze provided refreshment when the sun touched her skin. Yes, perfect. Spain was more beautiful than the young girl ever dreamed; anything would seem beautiful after living in Alaska for the past couple of years. Though Kiandra doubted even if she had lived in California before moving here, that the beauty would not still leave her speechless. An inaudible sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as the large bay carried her through the trails. Slender fingers combed through the horse's mane, not even bothering the glance up to see where she was going. Ace knew what he was doing, Kiandra could always trust him. Horses were never the brunette's specialty. She enjoyed riding, yes - but it was never something she had done seriously. Horses (and animals, for that matter) were Jacklyn's thing.
The forest was completely quiet; only the whisper of the trees in the wind and Kiandra's hushed melodies. She sung to herself often, but never in front of crowds - the brunette was much too shy to perform. It was a hobby, not anywhere near a fantasy profession. People had told the teen before that she was good enough to go the distance, with lessons and such. But it was still no more than an interest for Kiandra. Auburn eyes drifted up wards, finally glancing ahead to where the horse was leading her. The brush seemed to be getting thicker, filtering more and more sunlight - it turned the refreshing wind into a cold breeze. Her cocoa tresses swirled around her face, tangling in places. Kiandra struggled to comb through her hair a the gelding sauntered lazily through the woods.
The volume of her melodies rose slightly, knowing she was alone with her horse. At the moment, she could feel only joy. It was a dream to live in this beautiful place, and it was a great experience. Students were all generally friendly, same with the teachers. On top of that, the brunette had friends attending the school. Well, a step-sister. She sighed audibly now, interrupting her song. Kiandra knew her step-sister did not want her at the school, or in Spain at all for that matter. Her friend had no idea she was in Spain, for she arrived only yesterday. Ace tossed his head impaciently, breaking her concetration. The pair had been on the trail for a while now, so he must be extremely bored. "Cool it. We'll head back soon." The teen whispered to the bay, who huffed and began walking through the trail again.
There was a movement in the trees beside her, causing the bay to side-step away from the noise. Kiandra's eyes narrowed, trying to see through the thick foliage to the source of the movement. A creature who lived in the woods was her first thought, but as the girl listened closer - she could hear steady breathing. Who would be out here alone, deep in the trail? Deep brown eyes glanced around for a backpack. Nothing. So it wasn't a hiker who wandered into the brush? Kiandra hopped off the Hanoverian, curious. Maybe someone had gotten hurt? Just looking for privacy? She wished that she could see through the trees - if somebody might be hurt, than the teen should enter the wood. But, if it was somebody looking for privacy... Then she should leave. Kiandra stood beside the gelding, not knowing what to do. The brunette cleared her throat. "Hello?" She called quietly to the brush.
