Title: PRATT, DELILAH
delilah pratt - July 7, 2007 07:57 AM (GMT)
DELILAH marie PRATT
[out of character]
Name;; Emily
Age;; Fifteen
Activity;; I have no life. xD
Other;; –sings- Me and some guys from school, had a band and we tried real hard…
[this is a seasonal affair]
Nickname;; Piper’s little, not-as-good-looking sister, Dee and Lilah (LIE-lah)
[add it all together and what do you get?! Delilah!]
Gender;; Female.
Orientation;; Straight as her chicken legs.
Age;; Fifteen
Birthdate;; March 21st
Occupation;; Sophomore
[watch those jaws drop]
Eye Colour;; Blue-gray
Hair Colour;; Light brown
Height;; 5’5”
Weight;; 102 lbs.
Body Type;; Skinny. Complete with scrawny arms and legs.
Tattoos or Piercings;; Two simple gold studs (one in each ear) but no tattoos.
Scars;; Lilah has quite a few scars, actually. On her legs she has lots of tiny scars that blend into her pale skin tone. All of these are a result from her being an avid scab picker when she was younger. Her most noticeable scar, though, is found on the top of her right shoulder blade. She had gotten that scar a year ago when one of her ex-boyfriends pushed her back against the wall. Unfortunately, the wall hadn’t been completely flat and Delilah ended up etching a long, jagged scar into her skin from a wire CD rack.
Most Notable Feature;; Her brilliant blue-gray eyes that change dominant colors depending on what she wears.
Appearance;;
- Delilah doesn’t consider herself pretty. Some people (people who actually speak to her instead of ignore her) have told her that she looks almost exactly like Piper. Lilah refuses to believe them, though. She sees nothing similar about her and Piper other than their eyes. Okay, and maybe the bone structure, too. Thing was, Dee didn’t want to look like her perfect sister. Why couldn’t Piper look like Delilah? Why did it automatically have to be the other way around? Well, Lilah knew why. It was because she wasn’t as good as her sister. Her skin tended to break out in tiny pimples when she was nervous or stressed out, whereas Piper’s was always flawless. And Delilah’s pale skin had the tendency to burn instead of tan. See, Delilah was the screw up of the family.
As for her normal attire, Delilah tended to dress in a comfortable, yet stylish fashion. Reason being that Lilah wanted to be comfortable, yet she wanted to at least try to catch someone’s eye. What does the comfortable-yet-stylish fashion include? Boot leg, medium-to-dark wash jeans and a loose, flowing shirt. Dee always had to be careful not the wear backless tops, though. She wasn’t proud at all of the scar that had carved itself into her shoulder blade. In fact, she was embarrassed by the imperfection. It was just another strike against her in her quest to be perfect (if she was holding such a quest). What does she do in the summer, though? When it’s bathing suit season and people are hopping on into their pools? Lilah simply refuses to swim, always coming up with an excuse. One week she might be experiencing that once a month occurrence and the other she might just be having bad cramps. Seeing as her siblings just about ignored her, Lilah didn’t have to worry about them pressuring her on the subject. Dee’d always gotten the impression that they just didn’t give a crap. Build-wise, the girl had a good swim suit body (she had a fast metabolism), but mind-wise, she wasn’t prepared to show anyone the scar she’d hidden for so long. Even when she had come home with a bloody shirt, she simply explained that she tripped and fell on some ketchup.
[birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder]
Loves;;
- + Cordell Frost
+ Frankie Malone
+ Being the center of attention
+ Chocolate
+ Cooking
+ Laughing
+ Compliments
+ Reading
+ Cherry Pie
+ Old romance movies
+ Finn Tucker [even though she doesn’t remember him]
+ Light rain
+ Watching the clouds
- - Being alone
- Being ignored
- War and fighting
- Drugs
- Her sister [sometimes]
- Insults [only makes her even more insecure]
- Seafood
- Almonds
- Exercise
- Swimming in the ocean
- Strawberry Milk
- Football
- Horror Movies
- - Something happening to Cordell – Delilah’s love for the boy is much deeper than the standard love shared between siblings. They’re the very best of friends and if anything bad happened to her Cordell, she’d lose the will to live.
- Being all alone – Not just all alone in a room. No, Lilah’s frightened that she’ll turn eighty and realize that she has absolutely no friends. Sometimes Dee finds herself scared that it just might happen to her. Piper’s the one who is destined to always have a friend, not Delilah.
- Never being known as anything more than Piper’s little sister – Pretty self-explanatory, right? Lilah’s always lived in her older sister’s shadow and she hates it. She doesn’t want to be ignored. She wants someone to pay attention to her and comfort her when she’s feeling like a load of shit.
- - She’ll do whatever she can to get attention
- Bites down on her bottom lip (which is usually chapped) when she’s either thinking or uncertain
- She puts other people’s well being in front of her own (she doesn’t realize this, though)
- Whenever she’s bored, she tends to pick and chew down her nails (sometimes making them bleed)
- Ever heard of those kids that are always in the news because they brought a gun to their school and started shooting at random students and teachers? Well, I hate to get your hopes up, but Delilah’s not that bad. In fact, in comparison to those kids, her life’s pretty good. Of course, getting Lilah to agree with that statement would be damn near impossible. Those psychotic children who shoot innocent civilians start from somewhere, though. So, how ‘bout we examine the facts.
Quiet. Almost all the children you hear about on the news start out as being the quiet little shy child. They never really fit in with the ‘in’, popular crowd. In fact, they’re usually angry at someone in that particular clique. Delilah tends to be rather quiet at times, when no one seems to want to pay attention to her. That was when she tended to slip into a rather depressed state. That was when she was ready to give up on life and even putting forth effort. Thank goodness she had Cordell to help her out of the lows. As for being angry at someone in the ‘in’ clique… Well, when Piper and Bambi were attracting all the attention… She couldn’t deny that she would grow angry with them, but it tended to pass quickly. After all, it wasn’t her sisters’ faults that they were so much better looking and attractive that she was.
Insecure. Recent studies (stolen from the University of Emily, don’t tell) show that most potential-shooters are very insecure. They lack self-confidence after people constantly either putting them down or ignoring their entire existence. Well, this one isn’t look all too great for Lilah, either. She’s always been naturally insecure. One supportive friend isn’t going to change that she was virtually invisible to the entire world. Delilah’s spent her entire life trying to fight her way out of the shadows and she’s beginning to get tired of fighting. When would life actually turn easy?
Stubborn. Okay, so I made this one up completely. Wouldn’t it be a given that a potential terrorist would have to be determined and stubborn? After all, there’ll be plenty of people trying to stop one from shooting and it takes a truly stubborn person not to put down the fire arm. Might as well put another mark down for poor Lilah, she’s on a roll. Stubborn – or hardheaded – describes her perfectly. If she wants to, she can be stubborn to the point of making one want to push her. No, this isn’t the reason why she’s pushed around so much, though. The girl rarely ever gets that obnoxious.
Shit, this sure isn’t looking good at the moment. Three out of three traits down already and just one more to go. A warning to anyone who might be reading this, leave now before poor Delilah breaks out the guns and starts a good ole country time in the hallways. Or take the chance and read on. Don’t forget to read the disclaimer on the bottom of the page, though. I’m not responsible for any injuries you might acquire.
Loyal. Still here? Well, take a deep breath, ‘cause Lilah isn’t going to start shooting any time soon. One thing all the shooters lack is loyalty. All they’re thinking about is themselves. Okay, so read that sentence again. Sure doesn’t sound like Lilah, right? Right. Delilah’s loyal until the end. If she’s your friend she’ll stick up for you or help you even if the consequence might mean she herself gets hurt.
So there it is. Delilah Pratt in a nut shell (as long as the shell isn’t an almond, that is).
QUIET. INSECURE. HARDHEADED. LOYAL.
[an old man gave me a tip]
Family;;
- - Finn Tucker: Deceased
- Piper ‘Pratt’: Sixteen
- Cody Pratt: Thirty-two
- Bambi Pratt: Sixteen
- - Cordell Frost: Fifteen
- Frankie Malone: Nineteen
- - Conner Jackson: Fifteen
- Delilah’s entrance into the world was just like any other child’s. They pulled her out, gave her a slap on the butt, and cleaned her up. The nurses dressed the tiny baby up in a hideous, faded pink outfit that had been thrown up on numerous times by past ‘patients’. That was where the normality left, though. Once her mother was permitted to leave the hospital, she split. Split leaving two young girls in the hands of one Finn Tucker. It was safe to say that he was more than a little frightened at the idea of raising two girls on his own.
Skip ahead two years, when Delilah first learned that she didn’t have a father anymore. Of course, the girl had been only two at that time and couldn’t really understand what had happened. She didn’t even remember the man who was supposedly her father. Her earliest memories were only of Coby letting out a string of curses when Lilah’d pushed over a bowl of cereal and the time when she’d been trying to get his attention for something but only being pushed into the small coffee table (resulting in a small cut that hadn’t healed for a week because she wouldn’t stop picking off the scab).
As Delilah grew older and older, it finally began to dawn on her that she was the outcast of her small, somewhat dysfunctional family. Nobody gave a damn about the littlest Pratt. Everything was always ‘Piper’s the greatest child’-this and ‘Bambi’s just like her father’-that. Nothing was ever about Delilah, it seemed, and she hated it. The only person who ever paid her any attention was her best friend in the world, Cordell. She loved (and still loves) him so much. Since their first meeting, they were inseparable. Hell, they even slept in the same bed together (and not in that way).
Even on Lilah’s lowest days, Cordell was able to pick her up. She’d be swinging all alone on the swing set in their backyard, dragging her dirt-stained toes in the grass when Cordell would come up behind her. He always said the same thing in that quiet, gentle voice of his: “Hey there, Delilah.” That was all, though. Then he would join her and they would swing in a calm, friendly silence. Cordell never failed to be there for her, that was probably what made her fall so deeply in love with him. He just understood her so well.
Then little Delilah Pratt entered the teenage years. That was when the metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan. With a loud, sickening splat. Lilah was beginning to have problems that even Cordell couldn’t fix. She was starved for attention and was more than willing to play tonsil hockey with anyone who would pay attention to her. Unfortunately, it seemed like all the boys she attracted weren’t the greatest fellows. She was the burnt, tasteless crap on the bottom of the cooking dish, after all. Why should she attract any of the good quality gentlemen? Those all went to her perfect sister with perfect grades and a perfect smile to go along with her perfect hair (not that Dee was bitter or anything).
So Lilah started slipping further and further. Her so-called boyfriends pushed her to do drugs and, once they were high, would push her around. She never had the strength to tell them no, though. She craved the attention no matter how negative. That was all before she met Richard Jones. She’d actually thought she’d found a gentleman with him. This was all before he got drunk, though. Lilah asked him one simple question (“Where’s the trashcan?”), but after about three too many beers, it was enough to sent Rich off.
In an instant, he had her pinned to the wall, one hand on her throat and the other pressing her right shoulder firmly against the wall. The wall hadn’t been completely… well, wall. It was Rich’s entertainment wall. An entertainment wall complete with sharp metal shelves that were meant to hold CDs, DVDs, and anything else. As Rich set her back down onto her feet rather forcefully, Lilah’s thin shirt happened to catch on the thick wire. It ended up tearing the back of her favorite shirt and leaving her with a deep gash in her right shoulder blade.
Dee had enough sense to end things with Rich and when he was drafted into the Army. And well, she wasn’t sobbing when she learned that he’d been killed. Then came Frankie. Frankie was as close to a gentleman as she had seen (other than Cordell, of course). He was nice enough and he only pushed around a bit. It was the guy she’d been waiting for, right? Who cares if he was four years older than her, he loved her. Then there was the proposal. Lilah was torn at first. She loved Cordell more than she could ever love Frankie, but Cordell had girls hanging all around him now that they were older. Hell, Cordell was turning into a male version of Piper! So Lilah said yes. She couldn’t wait around forever for someone who might not even choose her to be his in the end.
[selfish as selfish comes]
Secret Phrase;; REMOVED.
Member Title;; it's what you do to [me]
Sample RP;;
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| “I don't doubt that he has been keeping you busy. Probably with cocaine or something just as bad.” That was just the reply she’d expected. In fact, it was the reply she wanted. But coupled with Zach’s piercing gaze, she was uncomfortable. She could tell that she’d hurt him. She had gotten exactly what she wanted. The girl didn’t feel very victorious, though. In all honesty, she felt like a piece of shit. The way his face fell made her want to take it all back. So maybe she did feel that he’d ignored her after she made one mistake. Okay, so the mistake had probably been a huge one in Zach’s eyes. Lily hadn’t been able to stay away from Jamison, though. A part of her thought she might even love Jamie, but Lily wasn’t all too sure if she loved just Jamie, or just his drugs. Ripped from her thoughts, she looked over at Zach when he placed his empty glass down hard on the wood counter. Now Zach was pissed. He might even be more than pissed. Brows furrowing when he said that he was the worst friend ever, she watched him slide off of his bar stool and stood in front of her. Glancing up to look Zach in the eyes, she bit down on her bottom lip, hard. She didn’t like seeing her best friend this angry – and at her, nonetheless. Once Zach started speaking, though, she couldn’t stand to look into his eyes. Staring down at the brown beer bottle clasped in her hand, she wished she could disappear. She just knew they had attracted the attention of everyone near the bar. She hated feeling people’s eyes on her. No doubt they would recognize either her or Zach, and then the news of her being involved with drugs would spread. Even if all the toxins Jamie provided her with helped her, she still didn’t want people thinking they could look down on her. Looking up at Zach again, she nodded when he asked if she wanted to know why he had ignored her, before draining her third beer. Even if it had been a rhetorical question, Lily still felt like she should at least offer up some sort of answer. When he continued with his answer, she immediately wanted to just run away. Lily didn’t want to hear that sort of thing. The girl would much rather believe that those things only happened to other people, not herself. That idea was too terrible to even accept. Overdoses didn’t happen to people like her. She had a good life. Overdoses only happened to brainless people with screwed up lives. That wasn’t the biggest blow, though. When her most-likely-no-longer-best-friend told her that he was giving up trying to help her was the biggest blow. In fact, if Lily was a more dramatic person (and was in a move) she would probably place a hand over her forehead and faint. Instead she just felt sick. Instead she just stared after Zach as he walked away from her. Instead she just bit down on her bottom lip, this time to keep from crying. Glancing around the room, Lily tried to focus on what she thought was the door. She couldn’t be certain, though. And then there was the fact that everything seemed to jumping around unsteadily. Placing her elbows on her knees, Lily leaned forward and stared down at the ground as a sour taste began to itch at the back of her throat. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so… broken? "Zach! Wait!" Slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter for her beers, Lily hurriedly pushed through the thick crew towards the exit. She needed to get out of there. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, the woman broke through the crowd and stumbled out onto the sidewalk. The frosty air did little to sober her up. Instead, it brought the bile up quicker. Collapsing to her knees, she - for lack of a better phrase – ridded her stomach of its contents. Pushing the brown hair that had plastered itself to her cheeks, Lily shoved herself to her feet and staggered a few steps towards the parking lot. Tripping over the curb was what finally made her lose it. Palms catching her on the rough concrete, the alcohol finally took complete control of the college student as the tears began to course down her cheeks. The one night she’d actually worn mascara, she ended up crying for the first time in four years. What were the chances? Choking back a sob, Lily made her way towards the white truck she was positive belonged to her. When, after the fourth try, her key didn’t fit, she knew the truck wasn’t hers. Swiping at the steady stream of tears, Lily stumbled down the row of cars. Where was her car? Why were there so many god damned white trucks? And why was it so fucking cold? After trying her key in the third truck, she finally gave up trying to stop herself from crying. Her life was shit. She was stranded in the parking lot of a Club Level. She was drunk. And, after leaning over next to a small, blue car, she was sick and emptying her empty stomach for the second time. |
jacob bones jr. - July 7, 2007 08:39 AM (GMT)
TEMPORARILY ACCEPTED.
AKA. It's good, but Peter just needs to look over the history and make sure there's no bugs, because even I make them. You can post and whatnot, but make sure to come back here and see what he has to say!
MEEP. AMAZING. Perfect Delilah, thank you ;]
ACCEPTED
AKA. It's good, but Peter just needs to look over the history and make sure there's no bugs, because even I make them. You can post and whatnot, but make sure to come back here and see what he has to say!
MEEP. AMAZING. Perfect Delilah, thank you ;]
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