Post by REBECCA DELVER on Jul 19, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
DELVER , rebecca delanie - eighteen - kelli garner
ohaithur. my name is larii and i'm a girl. i found
this place through making it and i joined because i'm cool like that.
i'm from northern ireland and those rules? psh, i read them twice.
want proof? lost in stereo. oh, btw, if you wanna contact me, just
drop me a pm. oyar, i also play jimmy armstrong and jasey rae. now,
onto this little girlie.
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full name -Rebecca Delanie Delver
nicknames -Becca, Becky, Whatsername
age -eighteen
date of birth -September 14th
school year -Junior
member grouplocal
gender -girl
orientation -bisexual
play by -Kelli Garner
canon or original? -canon
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height -[/size]5'4"
weight -146 lbs
tattoos and piercings -Whatsername doesn't have a lot of tattoos of piercings, though she'd like them. On the inside of her left wrist, she got her nickname, "Whatsername", in black and edged with red. Tattooed on her lower back are the words "Better Thank Your Lucky Stars", written in blue ink, and surrounded by five blue stars edged in red. Her ears are pierced, as is her belly button, and she's saving up to get more tattoos and piercings done.
distinguishing features -Something that always pisses Whatsername off is the fact she's small. Standing at 5'4", she's quite easily the smallest person in the gang she's part of, and it annoys her to no end. She's always had a lot of problems with how she looks, and the thing she most likes about herself are her eyes - they're a mix of electric blue and green, and mostly lined with layers and layers of Kohl, making them stand out more; her eyes are really the only thing Whatsername likes about herself. Her hair is naturally blonde, and never straight, and most days she just leaves it loose. She used to die it black, but then she got sick of it, and let it go back to her normal colour.
physical flaws -The thing Whatsername hates most about herself is her lips. She thinks they're too big, and hates them. She can be prone to spots at times, which she hates, and she'll often cover them with make-up. Being in a good lot of fights has left her with some scars - her knuckles are scarred, and her nose isn't quite as straight as it should be thanks to having it broken. She also has some scars on her shoulders, where it looks like someone dug their fingernails into her with some force, but she doesn't like to talk about those.
personal style -Whatsername doesn't really care what she wears. She'll roll out of bed, make sure her sister looks presentable, then she'll throw on whatever she can find on her bedroom floor that looks clean. She doesn't really care about what she wears, but on the big nights out, she'll try something to make herself look nice. She doesn't really care though about how she looks, and ocassionally she'll just add something random to her outfit, like a sash made out of police tape, but other than that, she just can't be bothered.
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likes -[/blockquote]cigarettes :: drugs :: loud music :: green day :: small clubs :: dancing :: getting high :: her little sister :: flirting :: guitars :: graffiti :: tattoos :: drums :: the rain :: riots :: nights :: the song She :: winter :: starry nights :: city lights :: fire :: lighters :: full sugar coke :: being cared for :: the idea of love :: ballad-y songs :: having music so loud you can't hear anything over it :: getting a tattoo :: the gang she's in :: her friends :: being able to do what she wants
dislikes -her parents :: alcohol :: sex :: people who blame rape on the victims :: being alone :: having someone hint at sex :: losing a fight :: running out of drugs :: withdrawal :: babies :: disney bands :: waking up really early :: sleeping in too late :: leaving her sister on her own too much :: getting attacked by her sister with a baseball bat :: school :: homework :: teachers :: people who act hard :: fake people :: attention seekers :: bad singers :: people who try and force her to do things she doesn't like
strengths -Whatsername's biggest strength is her strength. She's stronger than she looks, and loves nothing more than a good fight, because more often than not, she comes out top.
She's also an incredibly caring person; anyone she considers a friend is a friend for life, and she'd do anything for them, no matter who they were or what they'd done.
Protectiveness is a big part of Whatsername's nature. It started with her younger sister, but now she'd do anything to protect anyone she knows, no matter what. She's just afraid of people around her getting hurt, and as a result, would do anything for anyone she liked.
Something Whatsername considers a strength is the fact she can control her emotions pretty well. She can hide them and let them out at will, and she thinks that's her biggest accomplishment.
Whatsername also has a good bit of self-control. It might not seem like it at times, when she goes crazy, but that's just violence - when it comes to drugs, however, she knows when she's had too much, and knows how to say no.
weaknesses -Whatsername's biggest weakness is her temper; she can blow up at someone very easily for no reason, and it has made her more than a few enemies.
Whatsername gets jealous very easily, something she hates. If she likes someone or has her eye on them, she hates it if they flirt with other people, and will often do her best to make sure that they just pay attention to her for a while.
Whatsername also has problems in staying intrested in things; if she's lost intrest in it, she couldn't care less about it, and she hates the fact this extends to people as well - if she doesn't care for them, she won't give them the time of day.
Whatsername has a lot of problems trusting people. She hates talking about her past and her family, and it would take someone she really cared about to get it out of her.
The last thing about Whatsername is her complete lack of self-confidence. She doesn't believe in herself, and has a lot of problems with her personality, and she hates it, but she's never really been confident about herself, and doesn't know how to break the habit of hating herself.
fears -Whatsername is afraid of fire. Although she likes it, she's scared of it as well, because fire can cause problems for people, and she can't be near an open fire for too long. Whatsername also has a fear of having sex, following her rape. She's afraid that someone will just take advantage of them if she has sex with them straight away, and it would take someone she really cared about to get through to her and break this fear. Her final fear is of being alone forever - it terrifies her when she thinks of never having friends or a boyfriend, and she tries her best not to think about it.
secret -Oh God, I have to talk about this, don't I? Fuck. Right. Here it goes; I've known I was bi for a few years now, but last year, I just went through this period of only liking girls, and I thought I was just a lesbian instead of being bisexual. One of my friends got really shitfaced at a party we were at last year, and tried "to turn me straight", apparently, but it didn't work, and he just ended up raping me. I'm scared of sex now, and sacred of letting people get that close to me - but I'm still good friends with them, because I'm too scared of them not to be.
overall personality -Whatsername is a hand grenade with the pin pulled out, just waiting to explode. If she likes you, she's a genuinely nice person, up for a laugh and always up for taking a line with you, or smoking a joint, but that's only around people she likes, and people she's comfortable with.
If Whatsername doesn't like you, she won't pull any punches to save your feelings, because she won't care about you. She can very easily get herself into fights, and thanks to the fact she's strong, she tends to win, which can make her a lot of enemies. There are a lot of people she considers not worth her time, so she won't give them much of it, but that's just how she is.
Whatsername has a general "fuck you" attitude to the rest of the world. They never did anything to help her when she needed them, so why should she give it back to them? That said, people can easily terrify her into doing what they want her to do - behind her mask, Whatsername is mixed up and confused, a bomb waiting to explode, and since the incident last year, all her self-esteem has disappeared, so it's very easy to get her to do what you want; you just have to push the right buttons.
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hometown -California, USA.
father -Jared McNeill, 45, N/A (deceased, died age 27)
mother -Mariah Delver, 40, N/A
siblings -Mark Delver, 15, N/A (deceased, died at six months)
Catrina Delver, 12, N/A
pets -N/A
history -Rebecca Delanie Delver doesn't exist. She's Whatsername now, and her life began at Whatsername - she didn't exist before that, because that girl is too pathetic to talk about.
And she started with a rape.
Aiden and Mariah Delver had been married for little over a year, and were trying for a baby. They didn't care what it would be, they just wanted a child. Unfortunately, the child came in the form of Mariah being raped. She'd been out with a friend, and on the walk back to her street, she'd been forced into an alley and raped. She was against abortion though, and refused to get rid of the resulting baby.
They named her Rebecca, and although she wasn't all that welcome, they loved her all the same, because she was their little girl. Rebecca was a happy child for the first few years of her life, but her mother fell pregnant again and the baby was born unhealthy. He went into hospital and died, and her parents moved the family to Boswyth, to try and fix their problems. Three years after that, her sister, Catrina, was born, and Rebecca was by now independant because her parents had discovered alcohol.
She loved her little sister deeply, and spent most of her time with her. School was no fun - she wasn't smart, and had a hard time reading a writing. She was later diagnosed with dyslexia, though that just made the teasing worse. "You're a spastic, you're a tramp," and "you're a weirdo" made up most of the taunts for Rebecca. When she was twelve, her parents were worse around alcohol than ever, and on some drunken impulse, they cleared out in the middle of the night, leaving Rebecca to care for Catrina.
It was around this time she got involved in a gang. She started taking drugs, which got heavier as the years went by, and due to a refusal to say her name, she earned the nickname Whatsername - that's who she is now. Rebecca Delver is a dead, a stupid little girl who died a long time ago. Best friends with Jimmy Armstrong, Whatsername is one of the most volatile members of the gang, one of the most violent, and one of the most scared.
Whatsername realised she was bisexual when she was fifteen, and over the course of the next two years, picked up plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends, but none of them ever lasted. She even went out with Jimmy Armstrong for a while, before he dropped her. It was after this she went out with girl after girl after girl, and she became convinced that she was just a lesbian rather than bisexual. She started going out with only girls then, but none of them worked out. At a friend's party, another friend who was drunk told her he was going to turn her straight, which she thought was a joke. Instead, he wound up raping her, leaving Whatsername afraid to get into a relationship with anyone, in case it happens again. She's still friends with her rapist, though, because she's too scared not to be.
Whatsername's only thought now is to get the hell out of Boswyth, because what else has she got? Her sister is twelve, and doesn't have many friends, so it wouldn't be hard to bring her with her, and she's making plans to leave Boswyth for good as soon as she can - because, really, why is it really worth her time anymore?
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roleplay sample
Jimmy chucks the drugs at J.S, and I can't help but smile as he fumbles with them. My own are safely stored in the pocket of my hoodie, and I can tell Jimmy wants us out of his apartment as fast as possible. I'm in no rush though, but J.S leads me out when Jimmy asks if we're going. I look back in at him, just before the door closes, wondering how he can stand being so alone - it would kill me if I was ever as alone as Jimmy.
We make our way downstairs, and we've just stepped outside into the night air when I notice a group from the gang, heading into the city centre, drunk and high, and clearly full of violence. Riot mode. I'm a little pissed off no-one told me there was going to be one, so I just squeeze J.S's hand.
"Let's go; s'time for me to be in my element,"
We're separated in the crowd, but it doesn't bother me as much as it should. People are surrounding me, yelling, and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. I remember the pull my hood up, so my face can't be seen, but I don't think I'd mind all that much if it was. This is where I belong. Ever since my first riot, I've felt comfortable with them, and it doesn't take me long to make my way to the front, leading the chants. Someone behind me hurls a brick as we reach the city centre, and the glass in a window shatters - chaos ensues.
Someone lights a fire, but I keep away from it - I have bad experiences with fire, most of them accidents, so I don't like to get too close. Someone hands me a brick, and I immediately hurl it, and I'm gratified to hear a window smashing. There's an abandoned carry-out at my feet, and I open one of the bottles of WKD in it, unzipping my hoodie and ripping off some of the material of my t-shirt. Stuffing the cloth into the bottle, I take my light, and light the end of the clothes, throwing it at a car; it explodes as it hits it, sending the whole thing up in flames, and I give a triumphant yell. Revolution is the only way to get anything done around here, and I go to look for J.S, wanting him to join in and have fun - I'm certain he'd absolutely love the chaos here, but I'm distracted when someone gives me another brick to throw. This is the reason I stay here.
This is the reason I'm Whatsername.
We make our way downstairs, and we've just stepped outside into the night air when I notice a group from the gang, heading into the city centre, drunk and high, and clearly full of violence. Riot mode. I'm a little pissed off no-one told me there was going to be one, so I just squeeze J.S's hand.
"Let's go; s'time for me to be in my element,"
We're separated in the crowd, but it doesn't bother me as much as it should. People are surrounding me, yelling, and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. I remember the pull my hood up, so my face can't be seen, but I don't think I'd mind all that much if it was. This is where I belong. Ever since my first riot, I've felt comfortable with them, and it doesn't take me long to make my way to the front, leading the chants. Someone behind me hurls a brick as we reach the city centre, and the glass in a window shatters - chaos ensues.
Someone lights a fire, but I keep away from it - I have bad experiences with fire, most of them accidents, so I don't like to get too close. Someone hands me a brick, and I immediately hurl it, and I'm gratified to hear a window smashing. There's an abandoned carry-out at my feet, and I open one of the bottles of WKD in it, unzipping my hoodie and ripping off some of the material of my t-shirt. Stuffing the cloth into the bottle, I take my light, and light the end of the clothes, throwing it at a car; it explodes as it hits it, sending the whole thing up in flames, and I give a triumphant yell. Revolution is the only way to get anything done around here, and I go to look for J.S, wanting him to join in and have fun - I'm certain he'd absolutely love the chaos here, but I'm distracted when someone gives me another brick to throw. This is the reason I stay here.
This is the reason I'm Whatsername.
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