Post by Norah Byron on Jun 22, 2011 18:39:51 GMT -5
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[/color][/font][/center]angels watching over me with smiles upon their face
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nickname/Alias[/color]: Norah, her brothers call her 'Rah'
Sex[/color]: Female
Age[/color]: 19
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight, as much as she's ever considered it.
Member Group[/color]: Civilian
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Dyed auburn
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'10" and 112 lbs.
Body Type[/color]: Slim to skinny
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Small tattoo just above the pubic bone on the left side of a Javanese orthographic symbol meaning 'Beginning of a new measure'. Earlobes and right daith pierced.
Face Claim[/color]: Susan Coffey
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Being cold, raw fish (including expensive sushi), music with no musicality to it, when Luke has one of his episodes, psycho fangirls, going too long without calling home, fights with her Dad about how it would have been 'only four years' to go to college instead of signing and going straight on tour, cheap shoes, being underestimated, her brothers and bandmates (occasionally)
Strength[/color]: Intelligent, strong musical talent, emotionally confident (especially with her family and bandmates), healthy self-image, well-hidden mechanical aptitude
Weaknesses[/color]: Naive, overly involved with her brothers, overfocused, doesn't understand the supernatural world beyond psychics and ghosts, has lived a privileged life and doesn't entirely understand what it is not to be wealthy.
Fears[/color]: Losing her family, in any capacity. Big, aggressive dogs.
Secrets[/color]: Her brother Luke is both a psychic and has a TBI (see history) and she's terrified of either his episodes from the brain injury or the truth of his abilities coming out to the general public. She also suspects that Doro isn't going to stick with the band and has been very secretly laying in preparations for bringing in a replacement drummer.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Not even Norah is sure she remembers her natural hair color any more. She drinks cranberry juice because she likes the color more than the taste. She utterly refuses to read reviews because they always talk about her appearance, either good or bad, and she can't handle it.
Overall Personality[/color]: Singer, songwriter, clean thing in a dirty world. Norah's a nice suburban girl moving through a world that ought to be making her hard but which hasn't succeeded yet. Friendly, optimistic, accepting, more intelligent than she comes off at first meeting; she's a genuinely good person who just wants to make music with the people she loves.
Norah herself stands at a cusp in her life. Balanced on the knife edge between girl and woman, sheltered by her nature and circumstance to allow her to remain a naif for at least a little while longer, new enough to the games of fame and celebrity that she doesn't take it seriously. Perhaps even more perilous is where she stands with the world of gods and monsters. Her brother Luke is psychic, a medium, but until very recently none of them had any idea that there were other kinds of supernatural creatures in the world.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: Diana Crosby Byron (biological mother, deceased); Rebecca Dawn Woodward Byron (stepmother, has raised Norah since she was a preschooler)
Fathers Name[/color]: Maximillian David Byron
Siblings[/color]: Alexander and Luke Byron, stepbrothers (identical twins, eight days older than Norah)
Overall History[/color]: Norah and her brothers have grown up hearing the story of how their parents met and fell in love; a sort of suburban fairy tale with all the right elements of tragedy, good fortune, and unlikely timing but lacking only a villain of the piece. How the widowed father of three-year old Norah had taken his daughter to a play group sponsored by the local gym and the toddler had immediately bonded with a pair of blond twin boys just her own age who happened to be the sons of a single mother named Rebecca. The funny coincidence of the twins' birthday being exactly eight days before Norah's, and how Max and Rebecca had bonded a bit over the ridiculous snobbishness of the other yuppie parents in the group. How play dates for the three kids had turned into real dates for the young parents and Max and Rebecca had married just before the kids all turned five and created the perfect American blended family.
Growing up in the Silicon Valley in California surrounded by the trappings of suburban privilege and recent wealth, Norah and her brothers were sent to the best schools, always had the newest computers and cell phones, and were instilled early with the expectation that whatever they do in their lives, they should excel at it. All three siblings gravitated early toward music, which their parents supported in fine upper-middle-class yuppie style: Suzuki Method lessons in piano and violin, vocal coaches, summer enrichment classes at the local college in performance and and composition, the whole gamut.
The band, Lorica, started as a way to keep Luke from moping after a skating accident that left him with a traumatic brain injury when he was thirteen. He couldn't surf, ski, or skate, but he could play his guitar and so Alec and Norah came up with the idea of a garage band. It started with the three of them fooling around in the back bedroom, then as they started writing songs together they recruited Peter and Doro to come play along with them. Putting videos of their rehearsals on YouTube was somewhere between an honest attempt to gain local fans and a joke. Over the course of a couple of years they gained a decent local following, at least as far as you can gain a following playing all-ages clubs, even in a decent music scene like the San Francisco Bay Area.
Even so, nobody was more surprised than Norah when Lorica actually attracted the attention of a producer who'd seen them on YouTube. A dizzying six months of flights to L.A. and New York, meetings between the label's lawyers and the high-powered shark that Norah and the twins' Dad had hired, flashy parties, and long hours in the recording studio and Lorica's self-titled debut album hit the shelves and the airwaves.
The band is currently on their first nationwide tour, playing large club venues and a few small ampitheater shows. Lorica's the headliner, which is exciting even if they're being opened for by local talent and the label's third-string groups. The contract that their Dad's lawyer negotiated for them being long on royalties and residuals and short on immediate perks, the band tours in a five year old Winnebago being driven by the drummer's older brother (custom paint job, at least, and they've been promised they get a real band bus on their next tour) and stays in motels except in cities where they're doing the more heavily-publicized ampitheater shows. It's not the endless round of glamour that people think of when fantasizing about being a 'rock star', but the band's young, full of energy, and treating the whole thing as a grand adventure. More exciting than college anyway, right?
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
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It wasn't the touring that had Norah's sleep schedule all twisted-around and strange; she'd always been this way. Run and run and run all day, crash out hard for a few hours, then up for a couple of hours around dawn and nap a little more in the early morning. Sometimes when things were really mad she'd try to grab an hour or two in the afternoon too, but mostly she seemed to do okay on five or six hours of sleep in total, so she didn't worry about it.
When she woke around four-thirty she could feel the thrum in her pillow that meant that they were still running. Poor Mickey was going to be blasted tomorrow in...where the hell were they going to be tomorrow? Somewhere in Ohio, she thought, but she'd have to check the schedule in her phone to be sure and quite frankly right in that moment Norah couldn't make herself care. It was a club show, she knew that, and she'd be sure to figure out the name of the town before show time so that she could shout it from the stage, get a cheap pop.
She rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a lightweight hoodie over the camisole she'd been sleeping in, gathered her hair into a ponytail and called that good. Padding barefoot up to the front of the RV, weaving her way expertly between the pull-outs and the sleeping boys on them, Norah dropped into the co-pilot's chair next to Mickey and gave him a sleepy smile. "You're gonna be a corpse tomorrow."
Mickey, whose real name was Miguel and who was shaved bald and heavily-tattooed and looked exactly like the semi-reformed gangbanger that he was, gave his kid brother's bandmate a one-shouldered shrug and a quick grin. "We got enough help on this gig, for a change, I aint gonna be haulin' equipment around and doin' sound checks. I can grab a nap before I gotta run security for the show," his other real job duty besides driving the bus. "And we're in a motel tomorrow night."
Norah hummed softly as she considered that. "Okay, but I'll make you up some eggs or something. You can't run all night on coffee and those energy shot things. You want cheese and salsa in 'em? Some kind of breakfast burrito thing?"
And this was why Miguel allowed Little Miss White Bread to do things like call him 'Mickey'. Norah mothered the people in her immediate circle endlessly and effortlessly, it had started with her brothers and extended to cover first Alejandro and Peter and then Miguel, the pair of roadies that took care of the band's equipment, and anyone else who stayed in her circle for longer than a few days. It was her nature to take care of the people around her, and she adapted that to whatever the situation required. At home it had been making sure that Luke took his meds and Alec didn't lose his car keys, on the road it was making eggs in the middle of the night and sneaking condoms into the top drawer in the bathroom because boys will be boys but they can at least be safe with it.
"Sure," Miguel said, sliding open the side window and lighting a smoke. "Sounds good. Thanks, kid." And he wasn't even surprised when she kissed the top of his head before making her way back to the tiny kitchen to start the eggs. It was just her way.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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