Post by River Montgomery on Sept 3, 2007 20:28:18 GMT -5
{ Montgomery, S, River.
[/color][/size]GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Cristina
Your Age: 16
How You Found Us: Neopets.
Other Characters?: Nope.
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: River Selene Montgomery
Nicknames: Riv, River, Monty
Age: 17
Birthday: January 15th
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
You Are A: juvenile delinquent
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: blue-grey
Hair Color: black with red
Skin Tone: fair
Body Build: slender, very slender
Height & Weight: 5'4", 103 pounds
Other: She's got a scar stretching on the back of her forearm, from a fight with a particularly nasty girl. She's also got a tattoo of a heart on her inner left wrist, as well as a bass clef.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Deirdre Dewitt
Fathers Name: Gabriel Charles Montgomery
Siblings?: n/a
Siblings Name
Family History: [250 words min]
Dierdre Dewitt was a spoiled rich girl. She was shallow, cool, and judgemental, and she had a thing for rebels. Her rebel came to her the summer of her sixteenth year. He had a motorcycle and, once Dee gazed at it, she knew she had to have him. She wasn't an ugly girl, and he wasn't an ugly guy. In fact, they made a pretty cute couple.
'Course, not too many people knew what a dog he was, or how dirt poor he was, or how manipulative he was. After suffering through a few "Don't you love me, baby?"s, Dee was on her back, and Gabe was satisfied. He stayed with her, out of love, he told her, though her friends said it was only because she was giving it up. Dee turned up her nose, turned on her heel, and continued to fawn over her motorcycle man.
Her parents had no idea the couple had taken the next step until Dee was sobbing in the bathroom, clutching a pregnancy test, two months pregnant, and apologizing. Her parents knew before Gabe, though, and they told Dee they still loved her, they'd still support her, and they'd provide a home for her child if she was incapable. Of course they were angry... Their little angel was sleeping around? At least the two were in love... At least she wasn't running away to get married.
Gabe wasn't as supportive. He'd been in it for a quick lay, for a good time, for a ready and willing friend with benefits. He'd never bothered telling Dee she was a friend with benefits, though. It was easier to lead her on. She was happier thinking they were a couple, right? And that was all he wanted. All he wanted was her happiness.
Bullshit.
Gabe shook his head at Dee the moment he found out she was pregnant. With his baby, no less. Like many do, he accused her of sleeping around. "It's not my baby!" He'd shouted, working himself into a rage. "I'm not going to take care of the damn thing!" And out the door he stormed, slipped a leg over his Harley, and rode off.
Dee gave birth seven months later to a healthy and pretty baby. She raised River with the help of her mother and father and was informed, on her baby's seventh birthday, that Gabe had died in a particularly nasty crash. Although a small part of her celebrated, considered lighting firecrackers for a week, a larger part mourned. She had loved Gabe, after all, and his crash was a horrible thing. Horrible way to die...
She told Riv her father died the day she started asking about him. She was nine, and upset because other kid's dads were going to school. She didn't sob and cry and kick and scream, she simply took the news quietly and never asked another thing about him. Or, well, she never asked her mother. She did, however, have regular conversations with her grandfather. He liked to tell her what scum her dad was, how he'd left her and he wasn't somebody she should mourn. He informed her of the true nature of all men, and told her never to believe a guy loved her if she didn't get the feeling he did.
And Riv took his words to heart.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
booze;
partying;
drugs;
smokes;
photography;
dancing;
arrogance;
control;
snow;
rain;
winning arguments;
having money;
sex;
animals;
chocolate;
ice cream;
clothes;
shopping;
jewelry;
especially pearls;
bright colors;
-weakness
-too much noise
-feeling like she's no longer in control of a situation
-sour candies
-time spent doing nothing
-cigarettes
-blah colors
-lack of creativity
-vegetables
-being used
-feeling useless
-losing an argument
-stupidity
Fears & Habits:
-the dark
-being alone
-living out of control
/humming when nervous
/stammering when nervous
/popping knuckles
/wringing hands
/smoking when agitated
/sneering when annoyed
/rolling eyes when agitated
/snorting, rather than scoffing, at things she considers ridiculous
/tapping feet impatiently
Addictions:
marijuana
nicotine
Personality: [100 words min]
cynical
contemptuously distrustful of human nature and motives
River doesn't trust easily. Part of this is due to the fact that she's paranoid. She's afraid of telling anyone her secrets, and so she confides harmless ones in different people. No one knows the real her, though. No one knows each and every one of these secrets because she'd rather not inform everyone of each and every one of her weaknesses. It'd be pretty dumb, after all, to tell your mortal enemy that you're deathly afraid of spiders, wouldn't it? Not that Riv's too afraid of spiders. No one knows that she struggled with her weight immediately after being told by her cousin that she was getting a little too big to fit in her old hand-me-downs.
Riv also doesn't take advice too well. I'm not saying she's got issues with authority or anything, just that she'd rather fail many times on her own than take the advice of someone and risk being made a fool of. It's not just her cynicism that's to blame for this, but her pride because, honestly, River is a very proud girl.
sarcasm
a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
Funny kids often make jokes at the expense of some unknown person. They leave everyone laughing, and no one's feeling hurt, or betrayed, or humiliated. Not so funny kids often hurt people in their desire to make others laugh. You might have guessed by now that Riv's a not so funny kid. She resorts to crude, and often caustic, humor to make other people laugh. She honestly doesn't care that some people's feelings get hurt. Who are they to her? Just victims. Everyone's got a victim, right? Maybe not, but don't bother telling Riv as much; she'll shrug her teeny shoulders and turn her head to glare blankly at a wall or something.
frigid
lacking warmth or ardor
Riv's pretty cold. Upon first glance, she looks nice enough, I suppose. I mean, she's a pretty girl and pretty girls are nice, right? Intimidating, maybe. Hard to approach, maybe. But not nasty, right? Right? So there, of course, are exceptions to this. Not everyone's a sweetheart. Not everyone's going to give you the brightest smile you've ever recieved. And not everyone's going to giggle upon meeting a stranger and throw her arms wide. River isn't, at the very least. A person's lucky to get a 'hello' from her.
Truth be told, it's ridiculously hard to get to know the girl and, because of this, not many people care to try. She's a bitch, right? Why put forth an effort to be pleasant when she's glaring daggers or looking through you? It's a bit pointless, isn't it? Well, not necessarily. Because, although Riv doesn't try to get close to anyone (blame the cynicism!) she can be a fun girl. She won't be all smiles and laughs immediately. God forbid! But she can become a somewhat sweet girl over time.
pugnacious
having a quarrelsome or combative nature
There are those people who love to argue and thrive for adrenaline rushes. They piss off whomever they want, whenever they want. And why? Because they get a rush, they like it. River likes to fight. She's a slender, scrawny girl, but that doesn't mean she can't throw a punch or take care of herself. She's really very defensive and the slightest things can piss her off in a heartbeat. She won't hesitate to snap at a person, regardless of size or the relations between the two. It's just something a person's got to deal with if they want to get at all close to the girl.
wild
not subject to restraint or regulation
River does what she wants when she wants. She doesn't give a damn about anyone else, or the effects her actions might have. She doesn't seem to care too much about the consequences, and so she does whatever. She smokes, both cigarettes and joints, whenever the urge strikes her, and drinks whatever whenever she'd like. If she's told no? She simply angles her chin, pretends to accept the unsatisfactory answer, and finds a way around it. 'No' is not a word she likes to hear.
She's an avid partier and, when partying, she seems to become ten times more fun. She's likely to giggle on some guy's arm at a party, use him to hoist herself into hard to reach locations, and dance. And dance. And dance. Riv likes dancing. Riv likes drinking. Drunk dancing? Well, we can assume she likes that, as well.
Personal Character History: [250 words min]
River Montgomery was born to Deirdre Dewitt on a cloudy winter morning. January 15th came, and with it came a healthy, pretty, baby. She was born to a single mother, who was helped both financially and physically by her mother and father. And, although there was no beaming father to complete the picture, Riv lived a pretty happy life.
Her childhood was spent in a blissful paradise. If she wanted something, all she had to do was ask and it'd be her's. She had no siblings to contend with, and was spoiled mercilessly. She certainly wasn't complaining, though. Why would she? Sure, she got a little lonely sometimes, and it would've been nice to have a companion, someone to kid around with, play with, confide in, but she got along fine without anyone else and this could, very possibly, have been one of the contributing factors to her independence.
Around the time she turned twelve, she began asking her grandfather about her dad. He didn't have anything good to say, and advised Riv not to trust boys. River heeded his advice, but she warped it a bit. She wouldn't trust anyone. After all, girls were capable of having hidden motives, weren't they? She was a shrewd girl, highly suspicious, though she was an excellent actress. She wasn't exactly friendless, although she'd definitely consider her 'friends' acquaintances. And she never claimed to have a best friend, though a few people swore they were. It simply wasn't possible for the cynical, paranoid girl to get close enough to someone to be 'best friends.'
After she turned fifteen, Riv started hanging out with new people. They had fun, she knew they did, because they were always telling stories about crazy parties, peace pipes, beer pong, and massive orgies. She wasn't at all interested in the orgies, although she was far from a virgin, but the drugs and alcohol interested her and it wasn't long till she was strutting from party to party, and making a bit of a name for herself. "Oh, you need some grass? Just ask Riv. Yeah, man, she'll hook you up." She started dealing before too long, although only marijuana, and when asked how she was making so much money, she'd smile up at her mother and say, "Can you believe people pay for tutoring?"
Shit. People paid for drugs, and people paid for sex, and Riv wasn't above taking money for either. After all, she wasn't putting her heart into relationships, just her body. And sex was nice, enjoyable, and profitable. She didn't care for a while that she was the equivalent of a prostitute. She didn't care until the words were hurled at her one evening, while arguing with a 'supposed' friend.
Although she still had sex with whomever she pleased (usually casually) she stopped taking money for it. She got enough from her weed, and it wasn't necessary. Prostitutes usually whored themselves out because they couldn't make ends meet and River was, truthfully, scared of meeting creepy guys who wanted to do weird things. It was fortunate she stopped, though, because it was one less charge when she was finally caught dealing to a trusted client. Both she and the kid she was dealing to were charged, and she was carted off to St. Riddles, to her family's shock and displeasure.
Sample RP: [400 words min]
this is from a future generation harry potter. i suppose i should explain it a bit, too. okay, so... the girl who plays lee jordan and i decided that george and lee should be a couple. so, we staged an argument, and george wouldn't let lee speak so, because he was pissed, he kissed george. he'd meant to hit him, but... well, that didn't exactly happen and this post is immediately following the kiss.
George was, more or less, proud of himself. After all, he'd effectively kept Lee quiet while roaring at his 'best friend,' no matter how many students were passing by the two of them, stopping to stare. What he was most proud of, though, was the fact that Lee was getting so furious. Because he was angry, it was a given that he wanted Lee to be angry, as well. In fact, he wanted him to be just as angry as he was. And if that meant that both were clenching their teeth, or that both were being unreasonable, then so be it. George wouldn't be doing any complaining, this was exactly how he wanted it. Giving a bitter laugh at each of his failed attempts to speak over him, or to intimidate, he waited for the inevitable to happen, preparing himself to spring back. His toes dragged across the smooth floor, and he gripped Lee's forearm with his left hand, balling the right into a fist.
Of course, he certainly hadn't expected 'the inevitable' to be a kiss and, once released, could only stare at Lee as he spat out the things he'd been trying his damnedest to say. Cheeks paling, and then flooding with color, he finally closed his parted mouth, glared at Lee, and folded his arms over his chest, ready to shoot back a retort. When the reply he'd intended on throwing at his departing friend finally came, though, it was too late, for Lee'd stormed to his office, all in a dither and George's weak, "well, you're a... bigger prick than I am" was wasted, heard only by those still gawking at the man who remained, staring after his friend.
And George remained where he stood, mouth opening and closing comically as he tried to think of what to say, or do. However, all he could do was think back to the kiss, and why on earth Lee had done such a thing if he was such a 'prick.' A triumphant smile started to his features, and he glanced over his shoulder. However, upon catching sight of the students staring at him, he frowned. "Oi! Get going. I'll curse the lot of you if you don't, do you hear me?" A few scurried away, though a few more remained long enough to snicker and then scatter at George's glower.
Deciding he'd waited long enough, he strode after Lee, trying to decide whether or not it'd be safe to touch the doorknob. He told himself Lee probably wouldn't have thought to hex it, and tentatively reached his fingers out, gripping the brass knob and giving it a little shake. When it didn't turn, he sighed, rolling his eyes upwards. It was only after taking a step backwards that he realized his head seemed a little heavy. And naturally, as some people are opt to do, he tried to catch sight of what was on his head. Staggering a little to the side, he realized it could only be one thing; a horn. And not just any horn, a unicorn horn. Silly George, of course, was way off. A pair of antlers had formed out of the top of his head, and now branched out on either side, not as intimidating as they were funny.
He was catching the sight of a few more students, most of whom decided it'd be best to keep walking and pretend they hadn't seen anything. Hadn't he just threatened to curse some of them? Pulling his wand from his pocket, George took a step away from the door, squinting at it as if that would, somehow or another, help him figure out what Lee'd done to it. It wasn't helpful, actually, but he felt he knew what to do. Again, silly George was way off.
Murmuring a spell that would, hopefully, blast the door open, George stepped forward confidently, smiling brightly. Until, of course, he felt himself rocketing backwards, landing between a large knight and a tapestry. The knight wobbled, spear threatening to fall on the poor man. Thankfully, though, it remained put and the witches and wizards enjoying tea were the only ones shouting as he picked himself up. Wobbling due to the added weight on his head and the fact that his legs felt like jelly, George had to grip the knight's arm to lift himself. Clinging to the metal man for a moment, he waggled his brows suggestively, instantly wishing Lee was there to see.
He'd 'unbefriended' them for only minutes, and he already missed him tremendously. In an effort to get Lee to open the door, he mumbled, "Expecto Patronum!" Before he'd even caught sight of the Patronus, he murmured the spell necessary to make it send a message, then watched as white light shot from the tip of his wand, quickly forming into... a whale? Gaping at it, he let go of the knight's arm, attempted to take a step forward, then staggered and fell, crashing back into the knight. It trembled, then crashed onto him and he yelped loudly, instantly shooting downwards. His antlers caught the tapestry and brought that down, as well.
Rather than a solemn scene, it was a hilarious one. The tapestry dangled from his antlers, partly obscuring his face, a metal man was sitting in his lap, and he looked, all in all, sheepish and miserable. "Damn you, Lee Jordan." He mumbled good-naturedly. Amazing how he could lose his aggression so quickly. "Begin message," he tried, looking disgruntled. "Lee, open up. Your friggin knight fell on me. And I took down that tapestry, too. And there's something on my head. Stop being a chicken. I need to talk to you. End message." Resigning himself to sit and wait Lee's arrival or rejection, he settled back as comfortably as he could, wishing he could just reach his wand. [/center]
