Post by liana on Sept 8, 2011 12:52:12 GMT -5
LianaVallerieRiva
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"I'm way too cool for ya Boy Thats why it'd never work, I'll have you suicidal!"
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]: LiLi, Riva, LaLa
Sex[/color]: female
Age[/color]: 15
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Member Group[/color]:Psychic
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]: Dark Brown/ Almost Black
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'3" 125lbs
Body Type[/color]: Dancer's body type
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Scar on Left Shoulder
Face Claim[/color]: Selena Gomez
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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]
~Puppies
~Pepsi
~Lipgloss
~Clothes
~Lollipops
~Bubblegum
~Dancing
~Swimming
~Motorcycles
~Skater shoes
~Parties
~Drinking(When she can its not illegal if you don't get caught)
~Being Spoiled
Dislikes[/color]:
~Math
~School in General
~Bullies
~Chores
~Being grounded
~Being mouthed off to
~Domestic Violence
~Stuck up Bitches
~Homework
~Preps
Strength[/color]:
~Smooth talking
~Hustling
~Puppy Dog eyes
~Manipulation
~Seduction
Weaknesses[/color]:
~Butcher Knives
~Abuse
~Alcoholics(Aside from Herself)
~Mean People
~Creepers
Fears[/color]:
~The Dark
~Clowns
Secrets[/color]
~She is terrified of being left alone
~She's a telekenetic Psychic
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
~She almost always is chewing gum or a straw or has a lollipop in her mouth!
~She shakes her leg when sitting still too long.
Overall Personality[/color]:
Liana is not shy at all, when in a crowd she loves to try and be the center of attention and do almost whatever she has to in order to get that attention. She strives to be loved and adored which isn't too hard for her in either one of her forms. She is playful as a puppy, coniving, mischievous and manipulative when she wants something, and cute and seductive when she really wants to be loved. She is the type of girl who is looking for love, not materialistic things but if anyone hands her something for free she will not say no.
She is lovable to the people who love on her but if you get cocky or mouth off to her she is not afraid to put you in your place. Some may call her a bitch, but its not being a bitch when you get what you want and you are simply good at it. She is energetic and can give more than recieve at times, the only time she is ever really questioning, scared, or timid is when in abusive situations.
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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]: Laurena Riva
Fathers Name[/color]: Jaren Riva
Siblings[/color]: None
Overall History[/color]:
Liana's childhood wasn't like all the other children she knew. Liana's father was an illusionist off the Vegas strip playing shows nightly with her mother as his assistant. Liana was almost always left at home with the maid and her home school tutor taking care of her. The girl never went to public school and almost never saw her parents but she will never forget the night the sirens screamed down the street and her mother barged through the door in tears. One of her father's acts went terribly wrong and he was gone for good now... The girl was 10 by now and mommy had turned to drinking and locking herself in her room.
A broken home... thats what they called it. Liana was sick of the nightly beatings, the alcohol abuse her mother took part in, her father was long gone and her mother blamed it all on Liana... 13 years old now and hiding the bruises, the scars, the cuts and blood, hiding her thin body under a hoodie, starved, abused and all she had to give her hope was her dog, Rex. Rex would protect her every night, sleeping by her side in her bed when she would lock herself in her bedroom to get away from her mother after she finally passed out after slamming down bottle after bottle.
One night though, mom took things abit too far, throwing poor Liana against the wall, grabbing a butcher knife from the kitchen and chased after the poor girl as she cried. Out of pure panic Liana had ended up cornering herself but closing her eyes and slipped passed her mother and ran to her room locking the door behind her, getting away from her mother with a mere cut across her shoulder. Once again the sirens rang but this time taking Liana from the home she'd known her entire life to her aunt's house in Colorado. Colorado was a big change for her but once she started school and taking dance classes, she became a lot more social.
Going day by day and figuring out at school one day when she got really frustrated and sent to the office after throwing a major tantrum her aunt took her to the doctor. Diagnosed Bipolar Liana began to isolate herself once again, sitting in the back of the classroom, cursing at the other kids. When she found out one of her friends had been taken back to the orphanage that was when things really flew off the handle. She flipped, and for some reason she went haywire, desks flew, books crashed, without her even touching a thing and kids ran and by the end of it 14 year old Liana Riva booked it out of there. Returning to her aunt's she packed her things and hit the pavement, she was going to learn to control it all no matter what it took and she was going to find some sort of companion along the way so she wouldn't be so lonely.
Liana still struggles to this day still not understanding why when she gets upset whatever she thought of wanting to throw had thrown itself, little does the young girl know, she is a a telekenetic Psychic who has yet to figure out she'll soon gain visions of the future.
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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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She reacted almost instantly to the hand on her shoulder and turned quickly and out of reflex her fist collided with Dean's face. When she saw it was him she felt horrible,"Oh my God...Dean, I'm so sorry,"her words were sincerely apologetic and she bit her bottom lip hard letting out a groan of pain. Her sudden reaction and movement to "defend" herself had made her current banged up state worse. She could feel blood seeping through the stitches now, they had opened by her movement.
"Damnit..."she hissed in sudden pain. She turned away from him for a moment and dropped her backpack by the door, not caring. She put her hand over the stitches and applied pressure as she walked over toward a shelving unit a few feet away, her eyes rapidly searching it for a towel of any kind. She looked over her shoulder at Dean for a moment and it dawned on her, the reality of things and the last time she had seen him...and why was he here now?
"Why are you here? Is Sam with you? Word travels you know...." she managed to try and keep a conversation as she grabbed a white towel off the shelving unit and walked back over to her backpack. She slid to a seated position on the floor next to it, her back against the wall as she put the towel over the wound and applied as much pressure as she could with one hand as she rummaged through her bag with the other hand. She knew she had some antibiotics in it somewhere, a first aid kit, something to get it to stop.
"I come home expecting to find my mother...angry and upset for leaving...and instead I find you... soft spoken and awkward, this is not my night," the way she said it was not by any means rude or mean, it was just hard for her to see him again. She kept her eyes in the bag now, afraid to look up at him, part of her stupidly wondered if she was dreamng again. Ever since he had left, he haunted a majority of her dreams. She groaned and pulled her hand out of the bag, she couldn't find anything.
"of course...just my luck,"she muttered to herself as she tilted her head back resting it against the wall and closing her eyes trying to ignore the pain. "I'm sure you probably didn't come to see me right?"she asked, she could honestly care less about the blood coming from her side as it stained the white towel in her hands and made her head swim slightly. To try and avoid any conversation of the past and her own emotional pain that was worse than her physical injury, she asked another question.
"How's Sam?" It was a simple enough question, but it was also enough to make it seem like she no longer cared about Dean...even though she cared more about him than he would ever know.
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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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