Post by tuesday on Apr 11, 2010 23:00:59 GMT -5
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Tuesday Delilah Ryans.
Eighteen ,, Brooklyn, New York ,, Vocalist #2 in Off Like A Prom Dress ,, Straight ,, Oddball
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" Born in Brooklyn, New York Tuesday Ryans is the oldest of two and an up and coming musician in an all girl band. She is kind of an oddball, a fun girl who loves every moment of life. Tuesday is pretty much the center and life of the party. She loves to have fun with everyone around her and makes the best of it almost always. Though she is a bit of an odd child and has her moments where she stands out from the crowd.
Tuesday is pretty much the typical All-American girl. She stands at about five foot five and a half the last time she checked and weighs around 120 lbs. She is fair skinned and has jet-black hair, which is down to about her first rib. She does at times wear extensions but this is mainly to create volume. Her hair is cut in a choppy manner and she tends to sweep her bangs off to the side over her left eye. She’ll from time to time wear it up, though most of the time she wears it down in a sleek manner. Her eyes are large pools, which she accents in dark eye make up and on stage she will usually cover in glitter to create a cooler effect. Her eyes are deep green that at times will look a strange shade of blue if in the right light, though most of the time they look green against her pale skin. Tuesday has extremely fair skin, and her green eyes stand out against the pale complexion and dark hair. Her make up is something she takes great pride in, though while on stage she looks like a pixie puked on her because of her large use of glitter and dark eye make up to make her eyes stand out when the light catches them. She does wear red lipstick from time to time, though she mainly sticks to wearing a light lip tint. Being as tiny as she is, she pretty much sticks to comfort over fashionista. Wearing skinny pants, shorts, and dresses she is the epitome of girly girl. Though on most days she can be found in a tank top, skinny jeans, a pair of flats and usually a light jacket she is pretty much a laid back kind of gal.
So let’s talk about Tuesday’s personality, she is the ever-loving sweet all-American girl. Though she was born and raised in Brooklyn that sweetness is something that can be deceiving at times, she is rough around the edges. This girl has no issue telling you how it is, and no problem hitting you a few times to knock her message in. Tuesday is tough, she won’t let anyone walk all over her or even so much disrespects her, she isn’t really scared of anyone. Though she has some jagged edges this girl can be as sweet as honey and mild tempered as a baby kitten, she likes to have fun okay she loves to have fun. Only being eighteen Tuesday can’t get enough of the party lifestyle she will get down with the best of them and being on tour this is even more so true. Fun is something she will never pass up, this is especially true since she just wants to enjoy every minute of life and spend time with her friends. Tuesday values friendships more than anything, she has her friends back through anything. Once you become friends with this girl it is safe to say that she will go to any length to protect you and more than anything the friendship you have with her. Though it is safe to say that if you mess with her and ruin the friendship she will more than likely kick your ass, so it is best to watch out with her and her mild temper flares. Yes, despite it all Tuesday has some nasty temper flares and she will probably beat the fuck out of you if given the chance. Though with her you basically have to mess with her, the band, or her family especially her family.
Tuesday was born in Brooklyn, New York to an Italian mother and a British father; she is the first born of two girls. Tuesday grew up as the typical New York girl, she went to a music school in Manhattan, she grew up on a steady diet of hot dogs and Snapple and learned to play stickball with the boys in the Bronx. Growing up Tuesday was a bit of a tomboy and she pretty much hung out with boys, it got so bad at one point she couldn’t stand to hang out with her girly sister. She wasn’t really the typical Italian girl that one is used to, the other girls made her fun of but she really didn’t care. Her life was about her music and having fun, though as she got older the girly side in her started to come out. She became a super girly singer and guitar player and it ended up being that she had a real knack for it. As Tuesday got older she continued on in school, learning to play the guitar and sing she took her talent to the streets. By the time Tuesday was fourteen she was singing in the subway stations with the other beatniks and hippies, the scene she loved the most in New York. Though times were hard for Violet Tuesday stuck by her. Though when her sister was sixteen she ended up pregnant, though her parents weren’t upset Tuesday was. As soon as she found out her sister was pregnant she went into a tizzy, and for about six months she didn’t even talk to her sister. Though they would finally make amends it all pretty much made a positive turn. She supports her sister now and the fact that she kept the kids, and is pretty much waiting till she can fully care for them herself, though part of her will probably never forgive her sister for making such a choice, she is in fact her baby sister. Tuesday pretty much spent the rest of her time in art school studying music, by the time she graduated the band got signed and got pulled to play on their first tour. Of course getting pulled wouldn’t be the words Tuesday would use; it was a group project between herself and her best friend Violet Lyons and her sister. The idea came as a therapy for Violet who lived with them and so the project took off. It’s actually thanks to Violet that they got discovered and got signed. Working the girls in the band they are due to make it big in the industry and with her sister and best friend she is pretty sure they are gonna be going places. It’s these things that make Tuesday the girl she is and she pretty much plans to keep it up as she goes along, because life is about having fun right?"
hey, so i'm dani. i've been roleplaying for 6 years now. as well as this character, i also play none right now. you can reach me by pm or ask for my sn if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by ad on unholy confessions and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:The night was inky, like always few stars hung to the black canvas of the night. The city lights had taken away the star’s place as the brightest thing in the sky; it was a shame really. In the lights from the apartments, the streets, and the passing cars all led to the atmosphere of the city. Though New Orleans was a city lost in time, it was still modernized. The city opened into residential streets, homes and manors, graveyards, beautiful gardens, all yanking at the heels of time. The streets that wound out of The French Quarter, and the sin quarter led into the Garden District. Large stately homes, the homes of the Sugar baron’s and Cotton Kings back in the hay day of New Orleans. In the cleanest and most pristine of the homes, the stately white manor that belonged to a great Sugar Baron of the day. It was the classic Southern home where ivy clung to the columns, and the porch had large rocking chairs. It was a home that was as manicured as its owner, Elliot Victoria Munroe. The weather was balmy and cold, and while most people would have the windows shut and maybe a sweater on not Elliot. The windows were open and the music of Dinah Washington poured through the windows, the white curtains billowed in the slight breeze that had picked up in the early evening. The lights were all on in the house, and on the second floor a figure swayed to the music that was pouring from the home. Elliot was clad in her finest ankle length robe; she had just gotten out of her bath and was working to getting herself fixed up. Even if she didn’t have plans for tonight, she would still taken the time to fix herself up. But tonight was special for Miss. Munroe she was meeting with Alastor, the only man who would have made her heart skip beats if she had one. Alastor and Elliot had been around each other for sometime, though they weren’t officially together they may as well have been married. Elliot sat down at her vanity, looking back at herself she smiled her pearly white teeth gleamed back. How she managed to keep a perfect smile in a time where hygiene was impossible was beyond her, she was glad though.
Elliot removed her scarf and her reddish blonde locks fell upon her shoulders and she smiled, they were still perfect after her bath. The red headed Vampire pulled a silver brush and passed it through her locks, the hair gained a shiny look to it and she set the brush down. After the invention of hair tools, Elliot found that getting made up was a lot easier. Though the woman lived in 1900’s she didn’t have to suffer like she did when she was much younger; no she plugged in the curling iron into the wall socket and turned it on. As she sat on the small chair she began to work on her make up, her hand reached for a large white puff and she applied just a bit of foundation to her face, nothing drastic just enough to make her skin look a bit more alive, was that the word? Alive, she wasn’t too sure if that was a word that made sense for her make up application. Setting the puff back into its place she opened the drawer and removed a blush brush, she opened a small container and dipped the brush in. With a self-satisfactory tap she picked up some of the pinkish blush, blowing it a bit of the blush it fell onto cool marble. Elliot shrugged she could clean it but what would her maid do? Nothing and that was unfair to the poor woman, she needed something to do. Elliot brushed her high cheekbones with the pink powder, and smiled at the warm rosy complexion it gave her, that deserved the term, alive. Setting the brush back in the open drawer she shut it, and picked up the hair tool. Elliot was very much in love with herself, everything about her image had to be perfect more than anything tonight. Her eyes drifted to the death clock situated on the mantle of the fire place, the time was now half past nine and she knew if her phone hadn’t rang Alastor hadn’t been there too long or more than anything he hadn’t left yet.
Releasing her hair from the iron, she carefully examined the curl and smile. The cycle continued for the next few minutes, Elliot sprayed down her hair and on the right side of her hair she combed back a bit of hair and added a diamond clip. She was pleased by the state of her hair, her hair shone brilliantly and it was perfectly coifed. Unplugging the iron, she placed it back on her the marble surface. Her hand reached for the drawer to her right once more and pulled out a smaller brush this one was for eye shadow. Pulling one of the smaller round containers she applied a light golden eye shadow to her eyes, setting it back down she examined herself carefully. Her eyes drifted to the death clock once more, it was now almost ten. The two happy Victorian children on the death clock played in what looked like a field. The reason it was called a death clock was because when it was cast it was made of lead, and by the time it was covered in the gold the casters would be sick and eventually die; Elliot loved the clock. She shrugged and put the brush back in the drawer proceeding to shut it. She felt as if she should rush a bit more, she did want to see Alastor this beauty ritual was keeping her from the one thing she wanted. Certainly Elliot could go faster, but she figured that the speed she was gifted should be used for something else like walking out of the house or something that didn’t entail her beauty. She sighed and turned back to her reflection, pulling an eyeliner pencil from the nearby tray she applied it only enough to cause definition to her eye. No smoky eye, no smudgy fanger style eyeliner, it was just a classic tool to bring definition to her eyes. Setting the pencil down she grabbed mascara and worked on putting just enough on her eyelashes to darken them. She set the tube down with the rest of her beauty tools, and she looked herself once over and it was perfection. Getting up from the chair in a single fluid motion, she walked, almost glided to her closet the white robe trailed behind her thin frame completing the effect.
Now one thing one must understand about Elliot Munroe was that no matter where she had to be, she could usually run late because her getting made up and doing all the things to make herself look beautiful was difficult. Opening the door to the large closet she grinned at every last dress, skirt, and suit she had. Stuck somewhere in the 40’s her clothing reflected that. Of her 910 years of existence she settled on the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s humanity made sense to her then, plus being a poor peasant child she felt she deserved this. Removing the white robe she hung it on the door hook, she remained in an updated version of what used to be considered sexy back in the 40’s. A bustier bra, black lacy panties, and a matching black garter belt she felt rather sexy in that. Elliot would have left the house in just undergarments, but that would spoil any fun to be had later, plus she was a lady right? Of course she was any other disagreement with that statement well that was enough to send Elliot into a rage. Elliot walked gracefully to the back of the closet, she had decided that the color green would drape her tonight she had recently found a beautiful green silk dress and she figured she may as well wear it. Pulling the garment down from the hanger she held it up in her hands and smiled at it. There was something about new dresses that made Elliot very very happy, especially one’s that were as beautiful as the one as she was about to slip on. Holding the dress for a moment, she stopped short and realized that she hadn’t put on her stockings, she let out a low growl and set the dress down on the chair she kept in the closet. In a mere moment she was gone and back, her face was contorted with anger and annoyance. Slipping on the sheer stockings she clipped them to her belt and proceeded to slip the dress on.
She felt a bit better as the dress hung on her body, the plunging neckline and it’s Greek style bunching made her feel very sexy. Walking swiftly she pulled a pair of black pumps with a jade green bow from the shoe rack and only stopping to put them on, her heels now clicked on her ancient wood floor. At her vanity she pulled a lipstick tube from the tray, opened it and applied it to her lips. Blood red of course, smiling she was content with the make up and the hair. Finally stopping at her dresser, she pulled a simple diamond necklace from the box and put it around her neck. Looking herself once over, she smiled; perfection. Elliot proceeded to pick up a small black clutch from the vanity, her hand went for the perfume bottle and she dotted her neck, the center of her chest, and each wrist with the intoxicating smell. Grinning she walked from her room the dress flowing behind her, she glided with ease down the stairs and passed her cleaning lady. The maid looked back at her mistress and lowered her head. Elliot caught the motion from the corner of her eye and smirked, she continued out the front door in the chilly Louisiana night. She stepped down the porch stairs, and her heels cracked the gravel driveway she had and she made her way to her car. Now normally Miss Elliot Munroe would never drive herself, but she was having one of those nights. Pulling the keys from her purse she opened the small Porsche Carrera, and got into the car. The car like her was fast, sleek, and sexy everything that made her happy. Driving into The Sin Quarter she looked at each person carefully, humanity had lost itself centuries ago. There was a fanger being pushed into a police car, her neck had bite marks and she was screaming; high on V more than likely. Elliot felt disgust for them and turned left at the light, reaching the parking lot she pulled into the valet line.
It took about five minutes for her to get up the next available valet, stepping from the car she handed her keys over and she gracefully walked towards the bouncer. A nod and a smile Elliot walked past him, and headed inside the establishment. Somehow the calm atmosphere made Elliot feel better about the disgust she felt, and as her eyes scanned the room. There he was, Alastor clad in a very fine gray suit not a hair out of place, so for once she wasn’t late a grin crept itself onto her face at the thought. Her hand smoothed her dress down one final time and she proceeded, well glided as she usually did. For some reason Elliot always had an inhuman glide to her, it was probably the fact she wore such long dresses. She knew that Alastor was aware of her behind him but it wasn’t going to spoil her walking up to him. Elliot placed her hand on his arm and spoke “Excuse me sir? Are you expecting someone?” her voice had a slight Southern droll to it, and a smile played on her lips as she waited for him to say something.
