Post by connor elizabeth morrison on Jun 22, 2010 20:09:12 GMT -6
Connor Elizabeth Morrison
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for Seven or eight [/font] years. i'm 19[/font] years old, and i found you through Boston cause she's awesome[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using Helena Bonham Carter[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - Connor Elizabeth Morrison is my full name. The Morrison women are the type that need a strong name. A name that they can build a reputation off of. Connor just happened to be the name that my mother had chosen for her. A name that was androgynous. A name that was more often used for a man. A name of power. Connor was a name that could be respected. Elizabeth came from none either than the Queen Elizabeth who never needed a man at her side to rule her country. Then the last name Morrison is my mothers, not her father's. Any relation to the late Jim? Well, who really knows. I have no nick names. I hate them. Ever call me Connie, and there'll be a bullet between your eyes. So call me Connor, or Miss Morrison. Nothing else, thank you very much. Well, there is one nick name, and that is Doe. But only one person calls me that.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I was born on April 26th a whole eighteen years ago. I was born shortly after midnight, seeing as that was the time that my mother had selected. My mother, being the control freak that she was, had a planned c-section for the birth of me, and the exact time. That time being 12:13 AM. My mother is nothing short of obsessive, even when it comes to the time that her bouncing baby girl came into the world. The significance of the date and time of my birth is still unknown.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - I am a senior and very happy about it. Since getting into the public school system I have been a good student. Always doing my homework and turning it in on time. I've dne everything that I possibly could not to miss school. Up until eighth I was in the same school district in Boston, Mass. where I lived for so many years with my father. From the grades of eighth through junior year I went to a private school in Chicago. The move to California was one made more for the family business than anything else. Even with the school change I have yet to miss a day of school in my high school career. I am a 4.0 student and can't wait to go to college. Currently I'm looking at a career in psychology if the business allows me to do so. So, school matters to me, to say the least.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I was born in Boston and that's where I lived with my father until I was thirteen years old. My mother left me with my father for most of my youth, if nothing else, to give me the opportunity to know what a normal life was life. There was only one person who matter besides my father growing up, and that was Joe. But that's another story. From thirteen to seventeen I live in Chicago with my mother. I've always been a big city type of girl. And not to mention I'm quite the world traveler.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - I really don't care who I'm sexual with. I don't do relationships, I never have. And I guess to be honest I'm more into the gender that has something dangling between their legs. I like their energy. But as said, I don't so relationships. I don't do commitment. I do sex. One night stands. Trades. Whatever. As long as it's a good time.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - My family is a drug family among other things. So, I have quite the addiction and love for the things. I love to party, no matter what mood I'm in. I love the energy of a party, and the random people you can find. During the times that I am not out in the party scene I'm reading, or studying. I guess you could say that I'm the perfect combination of the good and bad girl. I also like to work out, as strange as it sounds, given how small I am. Staying in shape, is most certainly a top priority for me. How else can I be a total bad ass?
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Here are the things that i like in no particular order: drugs, alcohol, parties, sex, rock n roll, violence, human psychology, preferred customers, manipulating people, dancing, reading, exercising, guns, throwing knives, intense sports, and junkies. I love me some junkies.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - Goodie good people are incredibly annoying. And also those people who tell me what's right and wrong. I know what's right and wrong in society, it just happens to be the dark and evil things that I enjoy. I cannot stand people who want to save the world, I don't think it needs saving. I like it just how it is. I hate when I can't corrupt someone, which, just has not happened yet, I might add.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - I'm in the process of taking over my families business. We're mobsters I guess you could say. Drugs, and violence is what we specialize in. Besides my goals to go to college for a degree in psychology, I also intend on bringing some new aspects into the business. All of this is private more or less. I do not intend of living past the age of thirty three. If I do, well, I guess then it's some sort of miracle isn't it? My goals are to become the most powerful woman in the world. That, and nothing else when it all comes down to it.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Whatever fears I might've had I've been able to get rid of every last one of them with whatever drugs I've put into my system. I suppose that I'm afraid of love. Or more so, afraid of what would happen to the person that I love if there ever is to be one. I'm dangerous. In the end, the thing I fear the most, is myself.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - I don't do relationships. History has told me that there is no reason for me to have one. I was in love once, when I was sixteen I fell madly deeply in love. His name, was Denver. I got him addicted to heroin, and he got me addicted to him. In a frenzy of drugs and sex and insanity, I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted to leave my family behind. Leave my mother behind. Leave the business behind. I became pregnant, and we were about to run away. Then my mother caught us. She murdered him, in front of my eyes. And she gave me so many drugs, that I lost my baby. Since then, I have gone back to that relationships are impossible for me. I am dangerous. I don't do relationships, and I never will again.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - My parents names are Damien Luther and Constance Morrison. They are not married, they've never been married, they never will be married. They were never in a relationship. My mother saw my father as a business partner. A man to give her the daughter that she wanted; me. Damien Luther was a compassionate, good man. A great father. I haven't seen him since I was thirteen. As for my mother, I barely knew her my entire life. It wasn't until my thirteenth year of life that she came into it. She is the complete opposite of my father. Cruel, manipulative, controlling, and more than anything, my boss. She has turned me into who I am now, more or less destroying all the good qualities my father had instilled in me. Oh well. I am my mother's daughter, even if I don't want to be.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - I am an only child, my mother only needed a daughter. And she got me. No need for any other children. Not like she's mother of the year anyway.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - I've never been one for pets. I had a gold fish once, but, he died. I guess sometimes I've considered people my pets. Most people would tell me that they don't count though.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - My deepest darkest secret is that I long for being in love again. No one knows this, no one probably ever will. Because it would mean admitting that I'm human.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Kit
this is from a roleplay using connor when she's older
The sound of metal hitting glass rang through the rather empty living room of the apartment. This sound continued to a duration of time before the sound of someone sucking something into their nose could be heard. Soft footsteps moved from the living room into the bathroom. Big brown eyes, now almost black due to the size of the pupils, were staring back at her. A demented smile was on those full lips of hers as the euphoric feeling filled her body. It started with the tingling of her nose and then slowly moved into the rest of her. This was a great start, to a great morning, even if it was close to one thirty in the afternoon.
She stepped into a quick shower, her body emaciated looking from the lack of eating. Then again, when one had a head full of coke eating was one of the last things that one wanted to do. Feeling the hot water on her skin, she let out a large exhale of pleasure. Everything was so amazing. Stepping out of the shower steam rolled off of her pallid skin. Once again footsteps crossed the apartment to the stereo system pressing play.
“Wooah Black Betty bamalam”
Her lithe body started to move to the music dressed in only a towel. What did she care? It was her apartment after all. She dance walked to her bedroom her hips moving from one side to the other. Her head lolled around as if there was no neck to hold it up. Brown shoulder length locks shook water onto the walls. During all this time she had a strange demented expression on her features that seemed to blissful to be real.
Once at her closet she pulled on a pair of jeans with holes in places that her daddy wouldn’t approve of. At twenty-five she was far from needing her daddy’s approval, not that she would have it if she even wanted it. After placing a bra and black tank top on, she moved back into the bathroom her body still doing its odd dance as if the music was controlling her. She placed dark makeup around those big brow eyes of her. The same ones that had gotten her the nickname Doe from the people that she knew. Her lips were painted a dark red. Brown locks fell in a choppy style.
In this city, if you wanted blow, heroin, pot, meth, and of course just a simple good time, you came to Connor. It was amazing that she hadn’t been caught yet. Then again, no one messed with Connor, because people knew when you messed with Connor you better be sayin’ your prayers.
Walking back into her living room, she sat on her couch with that pleased expression on her lips. Snorting another line, she raised to stare at the blank wall. “Bamalam,” she whispered before letting out a loud laugh. Her eyes shifted to the clock. It was going to be a calm night, she’d decided. One of the nights where she spent a lot of time at one of the local coffee shops. Standing, she made her way towards her front door and out of the complex. It was a short walk to the café, to her liking. Making her way inside she quickly got her drink, then went to one of the tables, lighting up one of her beloved cancer stick.
She stepped into a quick shower, her body emaciated looking from the lack of eating. Then again, when one had a head full of coke eating was one of the last things that one wanted to do. Feeling the hot water on her skin, she let out a large exhale of pleasure. Everything was so amazing. Stepping out of the shower steam rolled off of her pallid skin. Once again footsteps crossed the apartment to the stereo system pressing play.
“Wooah Black Betty bamalam”
Her lithe body started to move to the music dressed in only a towel. What did she care? It was her apartment after all. She dance walked to her bedroom her hips moving from one side to the other. Her head lolled around as if there was no neck to hold it up. Brown shoulder length locks shook water onto the walls. During all this time she had a strange demented expression on her features that seemed to blissful to be real.
Once at her closet she pulled on a pair of jeans with holes in places that her daddy wouldn’t approve of. At twenty-five she was far from needing her daddy’s approval, not that she would have it if she even wanted it. After placing a bra and black tank top on, she moved back into the bathroom her body still doing its odd dance as if the music was controlling her. She placed dark makeup around those big brow eyes of her. The same ones that had gotten her the nickname Doe from the people that she knew. Her lips were painted a dark red. Brown locks fell in a choppy style.
In this city, if you wanted blow, heroin, pot, meth, and of course just a simple good time, you came to Connor. It was amazing that she hadn’t been caught yet. Then again, no one messed with Connor, because people knew when you messed with Connor you better be sayin’ your prayers.
Walking back into her living room, she sat on her couch with that pleased expression on her lips. Snorting another line, she raised to stare at the blank wall. “Bamalam,” she whispered before letting out a loud laugh. Her eyes shifted to the clock. It was going to be a calm night, she’d decided. One of the nights where she spent a lot of time at one of the local coffee shops. Standing, she made her way towards her front door and out of the complex. It was a short walk to the café, to her liking. Making her way inside she quickly got her drink, then went to one of the tables, lighting up one of her beloved cancer stick.
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