Post by Juliette Doveney on Apr 28, 2014 20:51:02 GMT -5
The General Stuff
Name: Juliette Marie Doveney
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Natural
Member Group: Citizen (Infected)
Appearance: Juliette is generally considered to be very pretty. She has long light brown hair had sometimes is stick straight, and is sometimes almost curly. She has wide hazel eyes framed by long lashes and set under dark eyebrows. She's pretty short, at only five foot two. Juliette is also very thin and petite; everything about her is small.
Face Claim: Kaitlyn Dever
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Natural
Member Group: Citizen (Infected)
Appearance: Juliette is generally considered to be very pretty. She has long light brown hair had sometimes is stick straight, and is sometimes almost curly. She has wide hazel eyes framed by long lashes and set under dark eyebrows. She's pretty short, at only five foot two. Juliette is also very thin and petite; everything about her is small.
Face Claim: Kaitlyn Dever
The Psych Evaluation
Positive Personality Traits:
Negative Personality Traits:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Family
Parents:: Rufus Doveney (Father)
Maria Doveney (Mother, Believed Deceased)
Siblings::: Celia Doveney (Sister)
Albert Doveney (Brother)
Matthew Doveney (Twin Brother)
- Loyal
- Loving
- Empathetic
- Independent
- Perseverant
Negative Personality Traits:
- Rebellious
- Introverted
- Bad Group Worker
- Sometimes Anti-social
- Dishonest
Likes:
- Acting Out
- Climbing Trees (or anything, really)
- Fruit
- Reading
- Her Boyfriend
Dislikes:
- "Touchy Feely" Conversations/ talking about herself
- Seeming Weak
- Hard Work
- Confrontation
- Her Twin (Matt)
Family
Parents:: Rufus Doveney (Father)
Maria Doveney (Mother, Believed Deceased)
Siblings::: Celia Doveney (Sister)
Albert Doveney (Brother)
Matthew Doveney (Twin Brother)
The Highlight Reel
History:
(As narrated by Juliette)
If you ask me, naming your daughter Juliette in a society that frowns on love is, frankly, stupid. Juliet as a name is very taboo. But apparently my mom always liked the name, so I get stuck with the closest approximation society would allow.
I never meant to fall in love. I mean, I never looked forward to the Cure, but I didn't plan to flee or otherwise wriggle out of it. But then I met him.
It was at an underground party, which technically I should never have been at I suppose. It was my first one, and really if not for the raid it would have been my last. I was leaving; I hadn't like it. There was no incentive for me to return.
But then the raiders outside blared, "THIS IS A RAID!!!"
I ran, of course. If I was caught at an illegal party, if I as caught doing anything illegal, it would mean a scandal for me and my family. So I ran. Then I tripped and fell down. Suddenly, strong hands pulled me up
and gently dragged me toward an air duct. He opened it easily and pushed me in. He closed the duct just as a bunch of raiders came in.
He led me a little further into the walls, and then whispered to me that we couldn't get out through the ventilation, but that it was unlikely the raiders would look here.
We stayed in that duct for a long time, I think, but it felt like only a few minutes. He was great at making conversation, and there was never an awkward moment with him. When the raid was over, he helped me out off he duct and escorted me home.
It was a good thing he did. Because it was long after curfew, my parents had stayed up and waited for me. I had no idea how to get in without alerting them. But he had an idea- always resourceful, that one. He'd noticed there was a tree outside my window. Before I knew it he'd helped me up the tree and had opened the window. That window was locked, but he opened it somehow anyway. I got the impression he'd done it before. He asked me to meet him the next day, told me where, then left.
So I went to bed, and in the morning my parents found me in bed just like I was supposed to be. They couldn't prove I'd been out late.
I spent most of that day debating whether to meet him. I could tell by my racing pulse that I had been infected, but it might not be too late for me to be saved. But I realized quickly that even though I'd contracted a deadly disease, I couldn't bring myself to care. If the common cold felt this good, I'd dance naked in the rain in winter.
So I did meet him of course. We had our first kiss that night. That night and that kiss led to more night and more kisses until I didn't know how I possibly survived without him.
I did know one thing, though. I'd sooner cut off all my limbs than be cured.
There's no way they're getting me into that operating room.
(As narrated by Juliette)
If you ask me, naming your daughter Juliette in a society that frowns on love is, frankly, stupid. Juliet as a name is very taboo. But apparently my mom always liked the name, so I get stuck with the closest approximation society would allow.
I never meant to fall in love. I mean, I never looked forward to the Cure, but I didn't plan to flee or otherwise wriggle out of it. But then I met him.
It was at an underground party, which technically I should never have been at I suppose. It was my first one, and really if not for the raid it would have been my last. I was leaving; I hadn't like it. There was no incentive for me to return.
But then the raiders outside blared, "THIS IS A RAID!!!"
I ran, of course. If I was caught at an illegal party, if I as caught doing anything illegal, it would mean a scandal for me and my family. So I ran. Then I tripped and fell down. Suddenly, strong hands pulled me up
and gently dragged me toward an air duct. He opened it easily and pushed me in. He closed the duct just as a bunch of raiders came in.
He led me a little further into the walls, and then whispered to me that we couldn't get out through the ventilation, but that it was unlikely the raiders would look here.
We stayed in that duct for a long time, I think, but it felt like only a few minutes. He was great at making conversation, and there was never an awkward moment with him. When the raid was over, he helped me out off he duct and escorted me home.
It was a good thing he did. Because it was long after curfew, my parents had stayed up and waited for me. I had no idea how to get in without alerting them. But he had an idea- always resourceful, that one. He'd noticed there was a tree outside my window. Before I knew it he'd helped me up the tree and had opened the window. That window was locked, but he opened it somehow anyway. I got the impression he'd done it before. He asked me to meet him the next day, told me where, then left.
So I went to bed, and in the morning my parents found me in bed just like I was supposed to be. They couldn't prove I'd been out late.
I spent most of that day debating whether to meet him. I could tell by my racing pulse that I had been infected, but it might not be too late for me to be saved. But I realized quickly that even though I'd contracted a deadly disease, I couldn't bring myself to care. If the common cold felt this good, I'd dance naked in the rain in winter.
So I did meet him of course. We had our first kiss that night. That night and that kiss led to more night and more kisses until I didn't know how I possibly survived without him.
I did know one thing, though. I'd sooner cut off all my limbs than be cured.
There's no way they're getting me into that operating room.
The Person Behind The Curtain
Alias: nevermore
Roleplay Experience: About One Year
Anything else: Meh./font]
Roleplay Experience: About One Year
Anything else: Meh./font]
Secret Password:
Dura Lex, Sed Lex
Nevermore is awesome, and she is in charge
The law is hard, but it is the law.
Dura Lex, Sed Lex
The law is hard, but it is the law.
