Post by dreamer4 on Nov 4, 2011 19:43:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] PIPPA LYNDZEY ROURKE  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME Pippa Lyndzey Rourke NICKNAMES Pippa (Pip-uh) or Lyndz. Please refrain from calling my Pippy. GENDER Female SEXUALITY Heterosexual AGE & DATE OF BIRTH April fifteenth, nineteen eighty-three GRADE Graduate CLIQUE Adult, Local OCCUPATION Hostess at Portland City Grill FACE CLAIM Sienna Miller PERSONALITY SWEETHEART Would you believe me if I were to tell you that somewhere in this petite frame of mine holds a heart of gold? Yeah, I didn’t think so. I don’t blame you either. I am best known for my promiscuity and my sarcastic, bitchy persona. But don’t let those negative traits fool you for a second ‘cause let’s be honest here, due to my hellish past, I’ve learned to build a very firm wall around me to keep others out. It’s a defense mechanism and though I know it only makes it damn near impossible for others to see how capable I am of being a sweetheart, I just can’t seem to allow some people in. But when I do, I am quite the caring person. No matter what, I’ll always be there for my very small circle of friends. Got evicted from your home? You can bunk at my place. Need cash to purchase groceries? I really don’t mind lending you a portion of my paycheck. Hell, if you are sick with the pneumonia, I’ll risk my health and knock on your front door with a bowl of my famous mushroom soup in one hand and lemon tea in another. There are no limits to what I would do for those who I truly care for. PASSIONATE This is quite recent, but I’ve unearthed a new passion of mine. There is this little studio with a turquoise door a few blocks from my apartment that I walk by every Saturday evenings to purchase groceries at the corner market. It's not difficult to miss due to the ever bright color of the entrance. In the studio’s display window are these canvases of paintings and every time I walk past the small building, I always felt compelled to poke my nose in and check out the artists work. I finally did so about a month and a half ago. The artist’s name is Marco Nicollo and his work is absolutely amazing! He‘s best known for painting portraits of people he has met on his travels and I was so enticed by his ability to capture the emotions of the people in the intricate works of art, that I decided that I wanted to take up painting. I’m not very good at it, but then again, I am new to this field. I have a spare room dedicated to my work. I’ve yet to share this part of my life with anyone else. I don’t know, it’s just that… I feel that if I shared this part of my life with someone, that this new passion wouldn’t hold as much sentimental value as it holds for me now. If anyone were to see my paintings and judge them… I honestly hate criticism. I have enough of that in my life now. PROMISCUOUS I've never experienced love before. I’ve never received it from my family so it’s kind of foreign to me. I have however, seen it portrayed in films and I’ve seen it displayed out in the open by others in public. When I turned twenty, I was able to get into a twenty-one and older bar in downtown Portland. It was easy to get in as the bouncer hardly did his job of weeding out the underage crowd. I wasn’t surprised that he was fired the following day. Anyway, I met this guy who was no older than twenty-four and oh my God, was he sexy! He offered to buy me a few drinks and there was some flirtatious banter in the mix. To make a long story short, one thing led to another and I ended up lying out of breath on the floor of his apartment, wearing nothing but my silver chandelier earrings. The whole experience felt somewhat liberating. Sex is a way for me to forget about my troubles and I knew I wanted more. We ended up seeing each other for a while and I thought that I was in love with him, but it wasn’t a healthy relationship. I have this deranged theory that with every guy that I sleep with brings me closer to finding love. The short lived “romance” ended and I continued my sex escapades with other men. Just the fact that anyone may have wanted me in any way only fed the illusion of what I felt to be absolutely exhilarating. I just crave the touch of another no matter how long it would last. INSECURE My father never took any mind to my education and well being, so even though I graduated high school (just barely), my grades in school consisted of D's, F's and very rare C's sporadically thrown in. I hated the way my teachers would shake their heads in disappointment as they would pass around our graded work. The school even went as far as scheduling a parent teacher conference. Pointless it was, as my father would always find an excuse to get out of those meetings, claiming that his work was keeping him away. It wasn't always true though. Sometimes he would spend the majority of his time at the local bar, drinking until he was stumbling around and unable to drive back home. My life at home and school did nothing for my self-confidence and my insecurities only grow deeper as I near the age of thirty. Being insecure is something I'd rather not have people know about me, so I instead put on a mask and feign self-confidence. HISTORY MOTHER Brenda Caitlin Mallory-Rourke -- deceased FATHER Ian Néall Rourke BROTHERS Gavin Rónán Rourke -- older brother SISTERS --- PETS A very mischievous kitten named Rocco. OTHER --- THE STORY I was born to an English woman named Brenda Caitlin Mallory-Rourke and an Irish man name Ian Néall Rourke on April fifteenth, ninety eighty-three in the oldest city of Ireland called Waterford. The two had married four years before my older brother Gavin was born. They were very much in love and were inseparable for the remainder of their marriage. I don’t remember my mum very much but I do recall the aroma of roses and this little song she used to sing that I can't for the life of me remember. She passed away in a car crash when I was only three years old and my brother was nine. My father was devastated once he got the news when a policeman came knocking on our door. I didn’t understand what was going on at the time, but all I knew was that mum hadn’t come home from work like she was suppose to. For weeks on end, I always asked my father were she was and he would answer in a gruff tone that she was gone and then send me off to play with my brother. As time progressed, my father began drinking in the attempt to wash away the constant ache of permanent separation from his wife, and while doing so, he became increasingly distant to his two kids. You know the saying “time heals all wounds”? I guess there’s an exception to every rule. At the age of ten, life in Waterford continued to drag on for us all. My father’s job elected to move to a city in America and the possibility that the family of three moving into a new place would be a pleasant change for us and could probably bring us closer was very slim. Mine and my brother’s relationship with our father has already reached the point where we didn’t even feel like a normal family. My brother and weren’t so close either. And why would we be? We've practiced what father has shown us. Ever since mum has passed, our family has fallen apart. She was the glue that had kept the pieces together. She was the heart and soul of the Rourke family. My hopes for our family’s new beginning was squashed the same week that we’ve moved into our three bedroom house. My father’s job kept him from spending enough time at home, and if he wasn’t working, he was at the local bar getting plastered. My brother kept himself busy with his academics and socialized with his new American friends. School life for me didn’t go as well as his. I was incapable of making and keeping friends, my grades were below average, teachers seemed to hate me and my father could care less about my well being. I was an outcast for the majority of my school life and I started to cause trouble just to see if he would at least feign some kind of interest. I started back talking to the teachers. I've ditched class a couple of times, I tried sneaking out of the house, hanging out with the older crowd, and I've even tried my hand at coke but hated it. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't gain his attention nor his affection. Teachers were so exasperated with my behavior that they resulted in calling my father for a parent/teacher conference. That didn’t work, either. Frustrated with the life that was handed to me, I began to resent my mother for leaving me and my family. If she hadn't died, I wouldn’t be going through the hell that was so unfairly put upon me. I soon gained the reputation of being a cold hearted, sarcastic bitch, and ‘til this day, I still carry on with my high school made rep throughout my adult life. Though I have stopped blaming my mother for everything. I’ve realized that none of this was her fault. That if father would just put down the Heineken, deal with his remorse and realize how his behavior has affected his family, then we all could finally move forward. But I highly doubt that would happen. My life is so fucked up now, that I find false security in sleeping around with different men that I deem sexy enough. I don’t know what love feels like, but I have seen it before in films and I really do want that. It’s hard to believe that such a thing even existed In this family. I was so young to witness what my mum and dad had. I have this deranged theory that with every guy that I sleep with brings me closer to finding love. That flesh to flesh is the special formula that creates this foreign desire that I have. I guess you can say that I lead a very promiscuous lifestyle, but this is what has been handed down to me. I don’t have any special talents, I’m not the smartest girl in town, people can’t bear my cold personality and I’ll screw any guy that seems to show some kind of interest in me. I try to hide my insecurities by faking self-confidence, sleeping with different men and keeping an emotional wall between myself and others, so let’s face it -- there’s nothing special nor amazing about me. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS Dreamer AGE 21 EXPERIENCE A year FOUND US Char CODE WORD admin edit OTHER CHARACTERS Victoria Alayna Collard and Ever Juliane Austerlitz, (I'm deleting Joshua Madden Scott) ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Take a gander at Victoria Alayna Collard’s app, pretty please <3 |
