Post by trisha burton * on Apr 27, 2009 9:10:26 GMT -6
trisha burton *
[/color][/font][/size][/center]Name: Trisha Elizabeth Burton
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Occupation: She works in the general store, may become a journalist later
Appearance:Trisha is a pretty girl of African American decent. She has smooth coffee coloured skin which compliments her almost black hair and her dark brown eyes. She has quite a slender frame, but sometimes wishes that she could fill out a bit, curve-wise. She stands at 5 feet six inches tall, and weighs about 121 pounds. Her long legs are easily the feature that she likes most about herself, and in the ‘real world’ she never missed a chance to show them off. Trisha has clung to the clothes that she arrived in, her link with the world outside, but lately they have grown a bit worn, and now she only wears them when she needs cheering up, or if it is a special occasion. She doesn’t like Neclymoure clothes much, so she doesn’t really make an effort to find new or nicer ones here like she did in her old life.
Personality:STUBBORN: Trisha will never back down in an argument, no matter how hopeless or silly it seems. She simply refuses to admit that she is wrong, and will not listen to anyone who says that she is. Most of her ‘debates’ end in her yelling loudly at the other person and storming off to sulk or plan revenge.
CONFIDENT: She is a very headstrong girl, or at least appears so to the outside world. She hides any sign of fear or worry, and never lets anyone see how afraid she really is. Since being in Neclymoure, Trish has acted very standoffish towards people because she is really afraid and uncomfortable about being inside the dome forever. She has also made a bad impression with many people in the dome because she snapped at them or acted defensively.
LONELY: She’ll never admit, but since coming to the dome, Trish has hardly had one friendly conversation with anyone. She misses every one she left behind in the ‘real world’, where she had a large group of friends and acquaintances. People aren’t the only things she misses, however. She longs for her old life and hasn’t really accepted that she can never go back to the old world.
History:Trisha’s childhood was almost exactly normal. There were the odd tweaks here and there, but for the most part she was just an average little girl. Her parents (David and Melissa Burton) divorced when she was a child, so from when she was six she lived with her mother and her brother, seeing her father only on odd weekends. She had always been a daddy’s girl, and found life without her father hard to adjust to. Even years later, her relationship with her mother was often strained and augment prone.
Years passed, and her father grew more and more distant from his ex-wife and children, despite Trisha’s continuous efforts to see him more often. Her mom would only mutter vague comments to herself, about it being ‘typical’ of him, and do nothing more, she didn’t seem to realise how strong the desire to see her dad really was in Trisha. Gradually their relationship deteriorated until the kids were only seeing their father about half a dozen times a year. None of the family could have guessed, however, the reason for his detachment.
When she was twelve, Trisha heard that her father died in a car crash. The death was not widely advertised, a quick funeral held in the village he grew up in was all there was to show of the death. At home her father became a subject of taboo, rarely mentioned, and only a few words were said if he was. Melissa seemed to want keep the news about her former husband quiet. Trisha was devastated by the news, even if she hadn’t seen him nearly as much as she should have, he was still her father and she loved him. Coincidentally, soon after the death her mother was offered a promotion elsewhere and the family moved to a new town for a ‘new start’.
In a new school, Trish slowly fell into the ‘wrong crowd’, a group of so called rebels who regularly skipped school and other such activities. They were nothing like the hardcore people that she would meet in Neclymoure, more concerned with looking cool and parties than actual rebellion, but they had a few serious members, and eventually planned a raid on a local military base. The raid was neither clever nor well planned. The purpose was only to get inside and smash up some stuff, and no thought had been given to the high tech security gadgets that were installed there. Inevitably, they set of an alarm, or more accurately, Trisha set of the alarm. She was the youngest at sixteen, and had been sent ahead to scout for guards and cameras. She was caught by both, and as they shot her with tranquilisers, her friends escaped the way they came, leaving the bewildered teenager to her fate.
She has been in the dome for about a month now, so only the rest of her life to go.
About Me:So hi, I guess. My name's Trisha... and what else is there to say? That I'm stuck in an oversized bubble for the rest of my life? That I can no longer have a proper life because I'm imprisoned in some ancient town? Whatever happened to human rights, that's what I want to know. Don't I get a second chance?
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Preferred Name: Roxy
Role Play Experience: About 2 years
Other Characters: Not yet ^^
