Post by pandora evelyn hearth on Feb 3, 2013 23:26:52 GMT
pandora evelyn hearth
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[/center]Hey, my name is... Pandora Evelyn Hearth
But most call me... Pan, Panny
If you want to, you can label me...tilf-sexualbisexual
I've been on this earth for... seventeen years
Which means I was born... thirteenth of September
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
My eyes are... perriwinkle blue
And my hair is... white blonde
One could say... that I'm quite tall. I'm naturally 5'8" and rather slim too. I have a heart shaped face and a small mole just above my lip, on the left side. My hair falls in curls down just passed my shoulders, however I can make it long again with just a flick of my wand if I wish. A large amount of black also outlines my eyes.
I'm normally seen wearing... outfits that wouldn't look out of place on a stripper. I'm in love with corsets, corselettes (I fucking adore these) basques, short dresses, large t-shirts, suspender belts and stockings. One part of my outfits that hardly changes is the height of my heels. I mostly walk around with a pair of seven-inch stripper heels on my feet which makes me 6'3".
And I supposedly look like... Taylor Momsen
All round, I'm... well, honestly, I guess you can say I'm a slight bitch. It's not like I try to be.. but everyone is just so fucking irritating. If you do start to bug me, I will be mean. It's just how I will try and get rid of you. Apart from my bitchy side, I guess I can be a pretty alright person. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not a sudden angel but I won't be constantly insulting you.
My meanness also means that I scorn love. It's not that I don't believe in it, it's just I don't feel like I'll see it.
Another aspect of my rather.. interesting personality has to be my anger. I'm very quick tempered. Let's just say that I don't really have any feeling of guilt. If you make me angry, you had better accept the consequences; those consequences will be violence.
That's yet another side of me. My violent nature. I tend to resort to violence a lot, whether it be with my fists, my magic or my beautiful weaponry. Yeah.. I have a slight obsession with weapons. Anything with a blade really, but I do like guns and bows etc. Basically all weapons really.
My personality is affected by one thing and one thing only. Alcohol. Different drinks affect my mood. Vodka - my drink of choice - only really makes me more confident. The reason why it is my main drink. Gin, however, makes me sing. Seriously, my creative flair just goes crazy on gin. My posh side will come out if you give me whiskey - a reason why I never drink it. And then there's rum. Beautiful, glorious rum. Now this drink just makes me want to jump anyone that moves.
I'm in love with... alcohol, weapons, heels, music, guys with blue eyes, shopping, money, bars, writing music, arguments, being right, fire.
Though I detest... feeling weak, secrets, pop music, pink, wearing flats, posh people, my grandparents, my mother, being an insomniac, sympathy
But my best assets are... my music. I can play the guitar, the piano and also sing. Writing songs is also my forte. Dancing - after nine years in ballroom and ballet I am good at dance. My mental strength. I don't give a shit about what people think and I can shrug off most insults.
However my worst... are any reference to my mother or my past. I do not wish to bring it up. It makes me weak. If those I have grown to care for insult me. It takes a lot for me to open up to a person, so for them to then start mocking me will cause a slight depression.
And I dream of... having a career in music. Specifically, being the frontwoman in my own band. Writing songs and standing on a stage, hearing fans screaming those lyrics back at me.
My life story... where to begin.. Well, I was born in London. My mother, a witch, cared for me as my father worked at a rather successful law firm. I did not mind my father's absence as I had the rest of my family. My Aunt - Ava - and my Uncle - Robby - were constantly around to help my mother as my father worked. Things were wonderful in my first few years. Ava would take endless photos of me, as she is a photographer, as I was the adorable, blonde haired, blue eyed child.
I noticed my mother becoming more absent when I was five. This didn't have much impact on my life, however, as it was then that my rather aristocratic grandparents decided to make me the most accomplished grandchild they were to have. I was enrolled in ballroom, ballet and piano lessons.
These lessons gave me extra purpose. I spent hours practicing along with extra tutorlage for my school work. I was not dumb, actually the opposite. It wasn't long before I was at the top of all my classes and extremely popular.
School just became better and better. Lessons became slightly more challenging and I was thankful. I had a large group of friends meaning I was hardly at home. I kept learning dance and music. I always looked forward to my lessons.
When I was eight, my grandparents taught me to ride. They had brought me a pony. It wasn't long before I had learnt how to ride also. My list of talents kept on expanding. I was enrolled in contemporary dance classes and also got a guitar tutor. Of course, at this age they noticed my differences. Yes, I was smart but if I didn't have an interest in something I struggled. I was also tired often. Something no.amount of sleep could fix. After medical tests they found I had ADD. Much like ADHD without the hyper part.
At ten, I really got into riding. I began show jumping at junior competitions. I was winning almost every show. School was wonderful. I spent a lot of my time excelling at music. Almost every lesson was easy for me, though, sovI guess I was excelling in everything.
At thirteen, I was dating the hottest guy in our year. My friends loved me, others envied me. My boyfriend was called Jordan. I don't think I ever loved him, though I did say it. My opinion on love back then was horrendous. I 'loved' practically everyone. It was at this age that I also acquired my magical abilities.
My mother was a witch, resulting in me being a half-witch. I tried so hard to learn magic. To make my mother proud of me. I spent hours every single day, reading spell books and working. So, by now, I had school; homework; ballroo, ballet and contemporary for dance; piano and guitar for music and then my riding.
Everything changed in the next year. My mother left my father. I was tucked up in bed, asleep, without a care in the world. I woke to find she had left. I believe this is what caused my insomnia. I did not want to fall asleep in case someone else left me. My father retreated into himself. He was constantly working and I was neglected. This sparked my change.
I became darker. No longer was I happy-go-lucky. I grew up quickly. I had to look after myself. Things went so downhill. My family tried everything to get me back but after I named the Arabian colt they had brought me Diablo.
At school, I stopped learning. I stopped trying to be so damn perfect. My friends soon stopped loving me. My boyfriend and I had an argument. A rather big argument. It ended with me saying some rather bad things I would not like to repeat and he slapped me. This caused my magic, which was barely controlled, to go crazy. I almost crushed him. The pure, physical shield that I produced was enough to almost suffocate the boy. I managed to stop, but he figured out what I was. I still believe he is in a psychiatric ward. Every year, I sent him presents on his birthday. What I did, it wasn't his fault.
My school thought I had physically tried to kill him. I was expelled the next day. That was when the moves started. I was sent to New York City to live with my Aunt. We has fun. I spent tons of time shopping with her but school was trouble again. Apparently, causing a small riot and getting into a fight isn't good behaviour. Oh well. England, here I come. I lived with my Uncle next. I spent two months in the school by his house. My reason for expulsion? Well, I was smoking and drinking on site. All the time. It was a strict school, you see.
My next move was to my grandparents. Expulsion time? Two days. On the first day I was caught with drugs. It was one measly joint. I had a warning, however, as my grandparents pumped a lot of money into the school. The next and my final day? I blew up the science department.
My homeschooling began. I spent most of this time out of the house. Pyromania had always been a part on me and the boredom started my arson. I never hurt anyone. Except myself. A few times I would come home with a few minor burns. My father ignored them. He knew there was no helping me.
One day, out of the blue he told me of Northvale. And that I would be attending. I hated him. Sending me off to another boarding school but one with them. People like my mother. Well, I wonder if I can beat my two-day expulsion record.
It seems I didn't. From day one, I was enjoying this supernatural school. I was different. I soon met people and actually made friends.
I was born to... Peter Hearth and Celeste Arcanum[/url]
Not to mention... Diablo, Arabian horse
Hades, German Shepherd Dog[/blockquote]
My ooc name is... Spitze[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... four years
The secret word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...Pandora was practically skipping through the school. She was heading toward the music department. She hadn't been around instruments for over a month and she was going through withdrawal symptoms. A few people gave her smiles as she passed and she grinned back. Pandora was back and in a very good mood. It may have been something to do with the fact she spent the night with Sebastian - and neither of them got a lot of sleep. She laughed to herself as she finally reached the music department. It was time to start making some music.
She went into one of the practice rooms and took her wand out of her garter. Her 'dress' was new and she already adored it! The black leather jacket over the top provided the warmth she needed as it got colder. Man, she hated winter. Summer was great, she could get away with the little clothing but in the winter she freezed her ass off! Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she perched herself onto the piano and grabbed an electric guitar as she waved her wand for the other instruments to start playing.
She took in a breath as she began to play. The drums and bass were also playing. She'd written the song only the day before, it had just written itself almost. The song didn't apply to her life, it was a break-up song and she was very happy in a relationship but she just adored the lyrics. They were just so fun! Opening her mouth, she began to sing.
"Take me, I'm alive,
Never was a girl with a wicked mind,
But everything looks better when the sun goes down,
I had everything, oppurtunities for eternity,
And I could belong to the night"
She placed the guitar down but it still played without the need of her hands. It was the magic that she adored. The instruments were softer now and she had the piano playing in the background as she sung the prechorus.
"Eyes, your eyes,
I can see in your eyes, your eyes"
Then, she had fun. With a flick of her wand, the guitars and drums came together for an awesome rock sound. She had managed to perfect the music perfectly, as she already had with the lyrics. Oh, how she couldn't wait to perform this song one day. She was already growing to love it! She took in a breath then as she got ready to sing the chorus.
"You make me wanna die,
I'll never be good enough,
You make me wanna die,
And everything you love,
Will burn up in the light,
And every time I look inside your eyes,
You make me wanna die"
