Post by juliet on Sept 2, 2011 12:08:34 GMT -5
Juliet AnnaBella Fettichi
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In my Field of Paper Flowers, And Candy clouds of Lullaby!
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]:LaLa
Sex[/color]: Female
Age[/color]: 23
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Bi Sexual
Member Group[/color]; Hunter and 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 wavy
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'5"
Body Type[/color]: 130lbs
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Tongue piercing, Rose wrapped around a dagger tattoo on her right calf, Angel wings tattooed between her shoulder blades
Face Claim[/color]: Miranda Kerr
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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]
-Sex
-Vodka
-Dancing
-Singing
-Street racing
-Sports cars
-Her 1967 Chevy Chevelle
-Bartending
-Hunting
-Purple
Dislikes[/color]:
-Yellow Cars
-Show offs
-Abuse
-cats
-being alone
-people who call her derogatory names
-Tequila
-Demons
-Mafias
-Snow
Strength[/color]:
-Her visions
-Self reliance
-Seductive
-persuasion
-Fluent in italian, French and Polski
Weaknesses[/color]:
-Migraines
-Hot men
-Being Alone
-Feeling vulnerable
-children in danger
Fears[/color]:
-Being Alone forever.
-Going to Hell.
Secrets[/color]:
-She's Bipolar but doesn't let anyone know
-She is afraid of deep waters.
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
-She's a very honest and flirty drunk
-She's very blunt in general.
Overall Personality[/color]:
Juliet is quite the outgoing type, she is flirtatious, seductive and overall risk taking. Juliet isn't afraid to do her part time job at all, she gets up on that bar without a single problem and dances her heart out to impress the men that show up. Juliet simply adores being loved and getting attention. She can be quite the obnoxious one when drunk, tending to be very curious and a little bit nosy but more cutesie than anything.
When it comes to hunting though Juliet is mischievous, level headed and logical. She is very smart even though most people when they find out she is a bar dancer think that she is ditzy or unintelligent yet she could use almost every word in the dictionary properly. Juliet knows her way around words and around getting people to do what she wants them to do. She can be a total smart ass and a bitch or she could be the sweetest thing ever, depends on what side you choose to get on.
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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]: Noelle Fettichi
Fathers Name[/color]: Alexander Fettichi
Siblings[/color]: none
Overall History[/color]:
Juliet was born in Venice, Italy years ago to her parents Alexander and Noelle Fettichi'. When Juliet was 5 years old her parents moved to the New York City in the United States due to Juliet's father's involvement in the mafia. Juliet never spoke much of her family in school, she tended to keep to herself. At home she was taken care of by nurses and maids all of which her father paid for with a high price tag. Juliet was very smart learning English quickly and maintaining her grades without her parents ever being home. She never really knew what her mother did for work but she knew very well that her father was nothing more than a mafia man. Years passed and Juliet came to resent her parents for never being home but worse, she resented her father more when she became 13 years old.
At 13 her father did his boss dirty and was forced to bring Juliet into his line of work. Juliet simply served the mafia boss getting him everything he asked and doing as she was told, things she'll never speak of. She was this man's slave pretty much until she turned 16 that was when something strange happened.... She started seeing things, more than dreams but less than reality and she never understood it until she had a vision of her father being shot down and her father's boss having pitch black eyes. Juliet watched for days, weeks, months for this to occurr and finally the day came where she watched the mafia boss become possessed and pull the gun on her father, but out of nowhere Juliet's mother, Noelle showed up, trapping the man in a symbolled painting on the floor and excorcising the thing. After this Juliet came to learn that her mother was a huntress and her mother finally divorced her father, taking Juliet away with her.
Years passed, she graduated high school leaving her position as head cheer leader to someone worthy, leaving her friends behind without a word of where she was going to go in life and became a bar dancer and bartender at a hunter's club when she turned 19 because she never had real attention and real love so she feels being a bar dancer she gets that attention she always desired when she was younger. By then through her father's mafia affiliation and her mother's teachings, Juliet knew everything there was about weaponry and her mother had taught her how to hunt. Juliet is now 23 and works at the club keeping in touch with her mother here and there but never speaking to her father. In her work she acquired a 1967 Chevy Chevelle that she adores and with that she does all her travelling for her hunts. Using her intellect, her weaponry and her drive to save innoccents, Juliet plans to one day help save the world and hopes to some day figure out fully how her visions as a psychic work.
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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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(My rp sample for when I used to play Jo on another site)
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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