Post by Sally Meyers on Sept 5, 2013 2:16:42 GMT -4
Name: Sally Asphodel Meyers
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: August 12
Hometown: New York City
Sexuality: hetero
Playby: Elizabeth Gillies
Canon Character Sally
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Paleish white
Hair: Sally likes to change her hair a lot but right now it is black with some dark and light green extensions shoved in there. When it is down it has a natural wave with a slight curl to it.
EyesThey change between greenish blue and gray.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 121
Body Type: Sally has curves in all the right places and isn't afraid to flaunt them.
Other Sally has her right eyebrow, tongue and belly button pierced. She has various scars on her arms and a long one on her abdomen. She has a tattoo of a pumpkin in the middle of her right forearm and a black rose over her heart that matches one her brother got with her.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: rain, storms, darkness, sewing, music, theater, black cats, Halloween, horror movies, coffee, tea, energy drinks
Dislikes: school, authority, preps, cold, sunshine, sports, cooking, baking, cleaning, homework, teachers, therapy, people who try to help, MEDs
Strengths: can sew just about anything, doesn't have stage fright, good at history, will do things no one else wants to, high pain tolerance.
Weaknesses: horrible at math, horrible with authority, bluntly honest, bad at making friends, hard time paying attention, suffers really bad headaches.
Fears: dying alone, not graduating, winding up like her mother
Personality: Sally is a handful to say the least. She is the type of quiet anger that you really don't expect. She isn't the most social person because she hates most other people but she will interact when she needs to. She isn't quiet because she is shy she is quiet because someone once said if you have don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. So she doesn’t. When she does speak up she is the type to say what's on her mind without caring about the consequences and she often gets in trouble for that. She also likes starting fights simply for the fact she likes to ruffle peoples feathers. She can be a bit dark at times but as her new meds build up in her system she is starting to get better, a little more friendly.
Where I Began
Mother: Arabella Meyers
Father: Anthony Meyers
Siblings: Dean Meyers
Other Relatives: Castiel Meyer, Uncle -Current care provider-
Pets:
Friends: none yet
History: Sally was born in New York City and had your pretty typical childhood. Sure her parents were always busy but her brother did a pretty good job of raising her. She was a relatively quiet child but that all went out the window when her personality started to slip and slide when she started high school. She turned into something that she never thought she would. She was still quiet but now there was a darkness that seemed to consume her, it felt like it was devouring her soul. She tried to fake happiness but no matter how hard she tried it wouldn't work. She felt like she was detached from herself and the only way she could bring her back was with the gentle bite of pain. There was something about the pain that made her feel better because for those few minutes she wasn't being suffocated by darkness. She doesn't really talk about the day she took it to far but when she woke up she was in the hospital and spent a week on the adolescent ward on the psychiatric floor. She found out she had severe depression, which honestly was no surprise to her. She was placed on mood stabilizers and released to her parents who didn't know what to do with her and hardly let her leave her room. She felt like she was slipping again and pulling back into herself so her parents decided to send her away from the bright lights of the city to live with her Uncle Castiel and pay for her to go to a private school hoping it would help. Her personality is looking up a bit more but it is staying in the realms of a little dark and twisted. She isn't looking forward to mandatory therapy but she is looking forward to getting the stitches taken out of her pale flesh because they itch and the only way she can stop from itching them is with white gauze wrapped around her forearms.
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Ella
Age: 21
Contacts PM
Birthday August 12
How did you find us? Jazzy
Time Zone PST
Writing Sample:
Ella wasn't purposely trying to deprive herself of sleep, it just happened. Every time she closed her eyes she could feel the heat from the sun soaking her back under her desert camo and she could taste the dirt in her mouth or feel the slick blood from a fellow soldier on her hands. She tried everything she could to sleep and when a couple shots of jack didn't work she got mad. The bottle was thrown against the bare white wall in her equally bare apartment and she flinched when the glass exploded all over the ground. She slid down to her knees and bent down accidentally placing her left hand on a big chunk of the broken Jack Daniels bottle. She hissed and stood on shaky legs walking over to the sink where she grabbed a dish rag, a bottle of vodka and a glove from the box on the counter. She took a few swigs of the vodka before reaching down and gasping as she pulled the large shard out of her palm. She had to bite down on the rag to quiet the scream as she poured a stream of vodka over the bleeding wound. She dug some gauze and wraps out of her medic bag and wrapped it nice and tight. It was still bleeding and she knew she probably needed a few stitches but that would mean she would have to go to the hospital she worked at while drunk and have one of her colleagues stitch it up. That wasn't going to happen. She pulled a suture kit out of her old army medic bag and sat in the bathtub to minimize the cleanup area. After a few poorly done stitches and a fresh white bandage she grabbed her blanket and pillow and opted to sleep on the floor next to her bed because the cold tile felt good on her heated skin. She was finally able to get a good four hours of sleep before she woke up gasping as she clutched at her left side. She wasn't going to complain though because four hours of sleep in the last thirty-one of being awake was actually a bit of a miracle for the brunette.
After a quick sobering shower Ella changed into her EMT uniform and grabbed her school bag on the way out to the car. She had a few hours before her shift started but she had a ton of homework to do and she didn't want to sit in her apartment alone for much longer. When she stepped out the door she felt like she walked into an oven and she had to wonder for a second why she had to pick a state that cooked you from the inside out. If it was windy it felt like you were standing in front of a massive blow dryer. A dry heat was not a good thing. She could already feel the sweat starting to gather on the back of her neck and she jumped the last two steps of the apartment building so she could jump into her black Ford F-150. She slipped a heat resistant oveglove on and used it to buckle her seat belt and kept it on to steer the truck with one hand. Unfortunately she was used to the heat because it was equally as hot if not hotter over in the middle east. At least in Arizona she wasn't actively being shot at. There was that one call where they responded to a gang fight and had to dodge a few bullets when they showed up which opened a whole new set of psychological scars that Ella thought she stitched up, but that is a totally different story. She pulled into her usual parking spot in the back of the employee lot and debated if it was worth it to get out of the air conditioning in the car to venture across the hot black asphalt. She sighed and looked down at her hand and could feel it throb under the white bandage. She huffed a little to herself and turned off the cold air. She instantly regretted it as soon as she stepped back into the oven of a state and hurried into the hospital.
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