Post by Lorraine McAdams on Aug 16, 2009 10:11:47 GMT -8
``LORRAINE BLAIRE MCADAMS
Life is a show
Skydiving about to let go
You're walking the wire
With nothing below
Don't you know? Don't you know?
Cuz life is a show
In every shade of the rainbow
You're jumping through fire
Let's go, Life is a show
The christened me SARAH and I’ve fought through SIXTEEN summers. They say I’m FUN, SMART, AND CRAZY and I’m not planning to change any time soon. I read carefully and I have found that the magic words are admin edit. Many masks hang upon my castle wall, but I hide behind KARA MACAULEY, VIOLET ALEXANDER, ARABELLA HARTWOOD, AND LORRAINE MCADAMS and I’ve been playing this game of Risk for TWO YEARS and people say I’m d*** good at it.
♠ ♠ deep in the h e a r t l a n d ♠ ♠
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Nickname(s) >> Raine
Age>> Eighteen
Gender>> Female
Date of Birth>> September 22nd
Kingdom
Social Class>> High Class
Occupation[/color]>> Spy for the Tyrant King
Religion>> Surprisingly Christian, though she keeps it secret
Race>> Shape-shifter Banshee
Martial Status>> Single
Sexuality[/color]>> Heterosexual
Face Claim>> Cassie Steele
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♠ ♠ we stand like b r o t h e r s ♠ ♠
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FAMILY>>Lorraine was close to her parents at the beginning of her life. They were always kind to her and gave her basically what she wanted. But, something happened, leaving her parents to abuse her. They blamed everything on her, which made her begin to hate them. She never learned to love her parents again, and never understood what made them snap.
Father >> Alano McAdams
Mother>> Decla McAdams
Siblings>> none
Extended Family
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♠ ♠ raggle taggle g y p s y - o ♠ ♠
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COLD INTELLIGENT STRONG HONEST LOYAL
FULL PERSONALITY>>Let's just throw this out there. Lorraine is not a very nice person. In fact she is rather cold. She doesn't care what happens to most people as long as it isn't happening to herself. The only people she actually cares about, are children. She doesn't know why, she has just always had a soft heart for them. Not that she would ever admit to that.
She is also intelligent, book and street wise. She knows how to read and write, but she also knows how to handle problems that she might get into. Adding to this, she is strong, physically and mentally. Mentally, she doesn't let people get to her, and she shrugs off people's words. Physically, she is stronger than a normal woman would be and she isn't easily knocked around.
Lorraine is loyal to her kingdom, and would do anything to defend it. Not only that, she is loyal to her friends and those that she has to work with. She is also honest when it comes to the Tyrant King or her friends. Otherwise she doesn't give a crap if she tells you a lie.
Strengths >>
- Physically Strong for a woman
- Intelligent
- Fighting skills
- Good Memory
- Shape-shifting
- Loyal
- Good at blending in
Flaws>>- Cold
- Can't kill children
- Overly confident
- Short-tempered
- Acts before she thinks
- Astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning)
Likes
[/li][li] Men
[/li][li] Getting her way
[/li][li] Children
[/li][li] Alcohol
[/li][li] Animals
[/li][li] Respect
[/li][li] Being in control
Dislikes[/color]>>
[/li][li] Disrespect
[/li][li] Not getting her way
[/li][li] Her parents
[/li][li] The Alexanders
[/li][li] Snobs[/li][/ul]
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♠ ♠ shoulder to s h o u l d e r ♠ ♠
[/color]>> 80 pounds
APPEARANCE>>Lorraine has dark brown hair that reaches her mid back. It is naturally wavy and she usually wears it down, but sometimes she might put it in a ponytail. Her bangs are cut to go across her forehead and reach to her eyes, but she also wears them parted to the right. Her ears are pierced and she usually wears studs or hoops. For her lip piercing she usually wears a small hoop (refer to image).
She isn't tall, but she is average height for her race. Actually she's about as small as it gets. She is really light in weight. If lifted she feels like a child. She is very thin, but toned, with muscle, making her stronger than most women.
Hair >> Dark brown; Naturally wavy; Bangs parted to the right or straight across.
Eyes>> Brown
Height>> 5'6"
Weight
Skin Tone[/color]>> Pale
Body Type[/color]>> Toned, Slender
Distinguishing Marks[/color]>> Pierced ears and lip piercing on left side, bottom lip
Clothing[/color]>> She rarely wears dresses, but when she does its dark colors. Her main attire is black breeches, a nice shirt, nothing dressy just comfortable but appealing, a leather jacket, and leather boots.
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♠ ♠ forever ireland's c a l l ♠ ♠
FULL HISTORY>>Lorraine was born on September 22nd to her parents Alano and Decla McAdams. She was born the only child, and never recieved a sibling. She also never knew any of her extended family.
Her life was good at the beginning though. She didn't care about not meeting any of her family or being an only child, as long as she had her parents. They were both very kind to her and she basically got what she wanted. At the age of two she began her training in shape-shifting since she was a shape-shifter banshee. She learned fast and was soon able to do it whenever she felt like it.
When she was ten, everything began to change. One night her parents came home, drunk and angry. She decided to come in the room to see if they were okay, and they just started beating her. She didn't understand what she had done to deserve it, nor did she understand why they had snapped.
The abuse went on for a year or so, before she decided to leave it all behind. She couldn't take it anymore. Being immortal had its perks of not being killed, but she still had to endure the pain that came with every blow. So, at age eleven she set out on her own. She did everything in her power, to keep strong. If she was going to live for a long time, at least she hoped, then she had to make something out of it. She taught herself how to fight, and to use weapons.
Keeping up the training, made her stronger than any normal woman would be. She could probably even match some of the men around her in strength. All she knew, was she vowed to never let anyone hurt her again, like her parents did and at age sixteen she made it to the 'big leagues' landing a spot as a spy for the King of Sceith. At first she didn't know if it was what she wanted to do, but she got into it and learned that it was what she was good at. She killed her first person that year, which at first scared her, but then she learned not to care. Now at eighteen, she still works as a spy, and has gained respect from the king himself. She is loyal to him, and feels that she forever will be.
National Heritage >> Scottish
Accent>> Scottish
Languages Spoken>> English, Gaelic, and Latin
Other>> none
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♠ ♠ caledonia, you're calling m e ♠ ♠
Role Playing Sample>>
Her eyes lit up with fear as he revealed his fangs, making her completely frozen where she stood. Never had she thought that the first time she came across a creature other than human beings, her life would be endangered. She thought about her sister, and how hard it would be for her if she lost the only person close to her. She came up this mountain today, telling herself that nothing would happen, but she had mistaken and now, at any moment, she could be dead.
Yes, Arabella longed for adventure, because she thought life would be boring without a small amount of risk. Standing there in front of this, vampire, made her realize there are things out there that would consequence the adventure one person could long for. The worst part about it was, she couldn't defend herself. She knew how to use her fists when it came to fighting someone, but she didn't have the proper necessities she needed to fight off a creature such as the one that threatened her life now.
Her heart sped up again, and she started to shake as his pale hand reached out for her. Yet, she still couldn't move. Was she going to just stand there and let him take what belonged to her? The thing that kept her alive everyday? Of course she didn't want to, but her body denied her demand to move. She tensed up and closed her eyes at the feeling of his strong fingers wrapping around her neck. So, this is it? She thought, her hands clutching on to her clothing as she stood there.
Her eyes shot open, when she he released her neck and sprung back about ten feet. What was his problem? It seemed that he couldn't choose wheter he wanted to take her life or not. He was truly confusing her and when he ordered her to run, she did. She wanted to get away from him, but at the same time she wanted to stay. In her mind she was thanking him, for letting her go, though she didn't understand his logic behind it.
She came to an abrupt stop when she reached the edge. The only way to get away was to climb down, but that was what stopped her. The fall down. She had climbed up there thinking she was going to climb back down at her own pace. She would feel much safer going down on her own accord, but when she stopped on the edge, she had looked down, which made her back away from the edge, stomach churning. She was stuck up there until she could calm herself down. Until she could slowly, make the climb down. She should've never came up there. This was probably one of her worse decisions.
Right now, as she stood there looking out from the ledge, she knew that she was in danger. She had two choices. One, to ignore her fear of heights and climb down as fast as she could, or stay up there and risk the chance of loosing her life. She glanced behind her at the boy who clung to the cliff. She could tell it was hard for him to keep away from her. She was lucky he could control himself this much. She was going to have to believe he was capable of controling himself as much as possible, because today would not be the day she relieved herself of her fear of heights. She turned to face him, but stayed where she was. "I... I can't. Not now." She said, her voice quivering.
Credits
This application was made by The Infamous Peregrine (me) on Swords of Speirling. The lyrics were taken from Celtic Thunder's Heartland, Raggle Taggle Gypsy-o, Ireland's Call and Caledonia. Do not steal.
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