Post by ophelia arlene prestwich on May 11, 2013 21:39:33 GMT
ophelia arlene prestwich
Hey, my name is... Ophelia Arlene Prestwich
But most call me... Lia, Feely, Arlie
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... seventeen years.
Which means I was born... 14th January 1996
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
My eyes are... brown
And my hair is... blonde-ish.
One could say... I'm okay, I guess. My height has its issues- I'm barely 5'4'', which means nearly everyone I meet is taller than me- but I get used to it after a while. My general dwarfishness would theoretically make me invisible, but my hair tends to get people's attention, as it's massive and extremely noticable to anyone who isn't blind. My hair needs a lot of care, but I quite like it anyway.
Apart from my hair, though, there's nothing that special about me. I look tired a lot of the time, which is surprising considering the narcolepsy and all, but other than that, I'm pretty average, and I like it that way.
I'm normally seen wearing... light blouses or t-shirts, usually accompanied with jeans. It might not be the most original combination, but I like to feel comfortable in my clothes, y'know?
And I supposedly look like... Carrie Hope Fletcher.
All round, I'm... a little dwarf who nearly always tries to be optimistic. Now that I think about it, that makes me sound like a grump; I'm not. I just don't have any friends- right from when I was little and I stopped being social, I've found making friends hard and probably always will now. This just means I spend more time drawing that I do socialising, which is fine with me. I'm not shy to any extent, it's just I find the friend-making process in itself near impossible sometimes. However, I'm one of those people who will nevr shut up once they've actually decided to trust someone.
Apart from my pitiful social skills, I'm alright... I'm nice. By that I mean that I'm not an evil bitch who's going to kill you in your sleep. I know, big relief, right? I'm not saying that I'm angelic, but I'm far nicer than lots of people you could meet- I can just be a little bitter at times, which would be understandable if you were me. Because the thing that makes me sour is the narcolepsy, and I'm sure that lots of people avoid me because of it. Can't say I blame them, really; it would be really awkward to be eating food with me and watch me fall onto my plate just because my brain decides it's time for a snooze. I get very defensive about it, and it's on of the only reasons I'd ever shout at anyone. Yeah, I can be a little prickly, so watch out!
I'm in love with... drawing, hair accessories, autumn (it's the bast season by far: not too hot, not too cold, and has beautiful colours), the night, cats- or any fluffy animal, really. Especially cats, though.
Though I detest... people (this is in general: I'm not anthropophobic by any means, but I'm so awkward around anyone I'm not friends with, which is everyone), rain, technology, loud noises, bright lights and sleep. When you're a narcoleptic, you quickly grow to dislike the stuff.
But my best assets are... are my hair and my ability to draw- it's one of the few things I can do better than most people.
However my worst... are my narcolepsy and my inability to socialise. It gets extremely annoying.
And I dream of... being able to make friends without being a completely awkward muffin beforehand. That'd be really nice.
My life story... ...well, it all started when I was born to Henrietta and Jonathan. I'd imagine that they were good enough parents- I'm sure that they loved me and stuff- but I never knew them, so I couldn't really say. They died in a car crash when I was just over six months old; I was the only survivor of the incident, and later told to consider myself lucky. Still, after the crash none of my relatives were willing to take me on since I was just another mouth to feed, so I got dumped in an orphanage to grow up and see whether anyone would actually adopt me or not.
The first few years were fine; I hadn't found out about the narcolepsy yet, and I drifted through the beginning of my life without complaint. I was a nice enough child, and made my first friend when I was four, and I quickly learnt that making friends in a home like the one we lived in was the worst of ideas. Before I was five, my closest friend had already been adopted and taken away; my life ran like this for about three years, until I was seven or eight and I got told about the narcolepsy.
Being a narcoleptic didn't overly bother me- to my little eight-year-old-self, it just meant that I got a longer nap time. However, to the kids around me, it was like I was diseased, like you could catch the narcoleptic gene. No-one would be my friend any more, and I didn't understand- any of the adults who came to look at me would shake their head and pick a child who had a normal sleeping routine instead. I'd gone from being a happy, friendly child to a lonely, sad little girl who pined after a family she was sure that she'd never actually get.
I'd grown antisocial, and started drawing out my feelings as no-one would talk to me. I drew the things any ten-year-old would- kittens (a lot of kittens), puppies, rainbows and sparkles. But I also would draw things I'd hide away; the family I thought I'd never get, the family which had nice clothes and looked nice, but had faces with no expression because I simply couldn't imagine what they'd be like. I grew fixated on this family I didn't have, and it became my dream to get out of the orphanage and find a nice, normal family to make a life with.
When I was 11, that chance came. A nice family, a family that seemed normal enough, came and checked me over, and decided I was a perfect fit. Despite the narcolepsy which had caused everyone else to turn away, they took me without looking at anyone else: my dream had come true and my self-esteem jumped right back up. If a family had picked me, a nice, normal family had picked me, a narcoleptic, to come live with them, then it couldn't be as big a deal as I thought, could it? This was a large chance for me; I wanted it to be a fresh start. I could finally be a normal child with a normal family.
That was what I'd thought, anyway- however, I quickly found out that my foster parents were faeries. Faeries. And not only were there faeries, there were sorcerers, vampires, werewolves... all the things I'd read about were true. I took the news fairly well,i thought- at eleven, I was still impressionable and hadn't decided how the world worked. In a way, it kind of made sense to me.
Of course, my parents sent me to a school designed for the supernatural, which I was excited about. I could make friends with a vampire or something now! My life would be so much better! So much more exciting! However, my initial beliefs were crushed when I was shunned for being human, and then judged on top of that for not even being a normal one. My school life was no different from the education I'd recieved at the orphanage- they were both hell. I got through the first few years, but when I was fifteen and a young werewolf worked up the courage to actually threaten me, my foster father took matters into his own hands and taught me how to fight, despite my mother's protestations.
Knowing how to fight, my father concluded, would be enough- but my mother decded I needed yet another fresh start. They announced to me at the beginning of the new school year that I was going to be starting at Northvale Academy, another school designed to educate the supernatural, but would be able to suit my needs better than the previous one had. I started without complaint- I had my fighting skills to use if I needed to- I was n longer completely weak- and while the narcolepsy was still an issue, I made a resolution to try and not let people's opinions affect me so much. While I was aware I was extremely likely to be one of the only- if not the only- human students at Northvale, I was prepared to give it a go- it wasn't exactly like things could be messed up any more than they had been in the past, was it?
I was born to... Henrietta and Jonathan.
My ooc name is... Nell
And I've been roleplaying... six months
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
