Post by LILLIAN AIMEE MOORE on Dec 26, 2010 15:31:56 GMT
( LILLIAN AIMEE MOORE )
THE ROLEPLAYER THE ROLEPLAYER
THE ROLEPLAYER THE ROLEPLAYER
welllll~ my name is mia, or as i'm more commonly known as: miaday parade, mamma mia and miss mimi. yeah, blame my crazy online friends for those awesome nicknames. i'm a female (unless you hadn't guessed already XD) and i'm sixteen. i've been roleplaying for about four - five years now, and i still love the whole concept to bits. i live in england bby~ so GMT+0. oh, and my favourite bands are paramore, avenged sevenfold, you me at six and mayday parade!
THE BASICS THE BASICS THE BASICS
why the hell do you want my full name? surely you have it on one of those godforsaken files of yours? anyway, my full name is lillian aimee moore. but if you want to keep your balls, i suggest you stick to lily. i'm nineteen years young, and blatantly female. unless you want to check? seriously now, go ahead and check. like most fuck ups in this place i'm bi curious although really i prefer the good old cock. according to those arseholes in this place, i'm classed as a violent. and then in my own way, i'm a musician and druggie. basically, i suffer from some sort of violence disorder, and i'm bipolar. the only reason i'm here was because i lashed out at my fucking bitch of a 'mother' and seriously hurt her. huh, what a shame. people say that i look like this chick called hayley williams from some rock band.
THE PERSONALITY THE PERSONALITY
again, why the fuck do you want to know? for my therapy sessions? okay then, as a basis i love sex, alcohol, laughter, ice cream, sunshine and arguments. to be honest, who doesn't like sex? that goes well with alcohol, which then goes well with parties. ice cream has always been my comfort food. those bastard therapists may try to shove the pills down my throat, but ice cream calms me down better than those horse tranquillisers do. unfortunately they tend to get rid of the nice foods when i "misbehave." and arguing. ah, the reason i'm in this shithole in the first place. my dislikes are once again pretty simple; i hate rejection, losing, medicine, shock treatment, winter and rice. i'm a flirty person, so rejection isn't very nice. who has ever enjoyed losing? ever since coming to the asylum i now refuse to take any pills; even if it's just normal pain relief. shock treatment is terrifying, to be perfectly honest. i thought they'd outlawed it years ago but apparently not.
i'm told by my friends that i'm incredibly flirty and happy. the flirty part i agree with: i'm a bit of a slut, and not afraid to admit it. the happiness part i have trouble accepting. i do know that i'm bipolar (and not in denial as those bastard therapists suggest!) according to my lovely therapist, a positive trait i have are my opinions. i agree there - i'm a very opinionated person. the negative traits are pretty simple: i'm violent, i'm rude and i'm a tad bit pessimistic. the violence doesn't need to be explained. i have such a potty mouth, i actually tend to scare people with my swearing. i have no shame so innuendos are like a second skin for me. due to my bipolar i can be incredibly pessimistic at times.
my goals in life? what is this, another attempt at getting me to open up to your shit questions? i've answered everything so far? but if i have to answer, i suppose one goal is becoming a musician, and the other is escaping the asylum. i have no time for this place.
THE HISTORY THE HISTORY THE HISTORY
unlike - or like - most screw ups in this place, i have no idea who my parents are. in fact, except for my surname there are no clues whatsoever to my parentage. and you know what? i couldn't care less. i grew up in an orphanage, and for as long as i can remember i've been shunted from care home to care home. my so called 'violence' and 'bipolar' were huge when i was younger, obviously back then people just thought i was a troublesome child. again, this resulted in more shifting of homes. i doubt i was in the same place for more than a month. but when i was ten, shit changed.
some rich ass woman walked into the orphanage with her puppy dog husband one day, looked around and suddenly decided to adopt me. of course, it was a surprise to the care workers, and they were determined to make the woman choose a child that was far "happier and well behaved." well, they can suck it, 'cause the woman was determined to bring me home with her, and so she did. at first i was having the time of my life. my own room, my own bed, my own possessions. for a ten year old child who'd grown up in an orphanage all her life, this was a major thing. yet it all went to shit, as everything in my life tends to do.
turns out the rich ass woman adopted me because she couldn't have any children, and i looked "pretty" and good enough to be a heir. so surprise surprise, by the time i'd been living with them for two months, rich ass woman became pregnant. there went my good life. by the time the kid was born, my so called 'mother' hated me, and the only reason i hadn't been kicked out of the house was because the puppy dog husband adored me, and we got on rather well. but that doesn't matter, because i hate them all. even him, i think. from then on in, my life became utter shit again. you know what? that little bitch of a 'sister' was just like her rich ass mother: cold and heartless. she hated me, and the feeling was mutual.
so yeah, the years were pretty shitty. obviously my 'disorders' became worse, and one day a heated argument between myself and the rich ass woman became violent. i may or may not have bashed her head in with a statue in front of her seven year old daughter. whatever. the point is, i was shipped off to this goddamn asylum just months before my eighteenth birthday. i've been here ever since; and i'm nearly twenty. yay.
THE CREDIT THE CREDIT THE CREDIT
this application was made by the wonderful miaday parade and is not to be used anywhere else by anyone! it's been adjusted slightly from the old knives + pens application from the previous site.
