Post by eliza maribel davidson on Jun 12, 2011 4:41:39 GMT -5
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"i don't believe we have met. what's your name?"
My name is Eliza Maribel Davidson. My mother named me after Eliza Gilkyson, a folk musician that she was obessed with. Plus she figured, Eliza wasn't a popular name and I would stand out from the crowd. Little did she know I would do so in more ways than one. Though, I didn't care for the type of music my mother listened to, I like my name and believe it suits me well.
"that's very interesting. now, can you tell me how old your are?"
I am twenty-two years old and the number continues to go up every year on March 19. I was born in Easton, Pennsylvania, the same city my mother grew up in. There is really no significance to this play, other than it was my home. At least, until I was forced to move here on this island. I was 16 years old and have been on Poseidon ever since.
"huh, cool. i must say you do look stunning."
You think so? Well thanks. Most say I look a lot like my mom, even if everyone on this island has never met her. I have pictures. We both have bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. She's a little taller than I but I have her skinny waist and curves. What we don't have in common is our skin tones. I am extremely fair. You could say I burn easily in the sun, no joke. While my mom has a natural tan and only got darker over the summer. I get the ghost color from my father apparently. I wish I could change that. While some girls can lay out, burn, and then tan. I go straight from red, to peeling, then back to white. I try to keep myself in shape, which is how I keep my figure but I can be obsessive. I'm kind of a perfectionist. So my teeth have to be pearly white and presence put together well. It's kind of scary.
"very nice. everyone on the island has a supernatural power, what's yours?"
My power is memory manipulation. I first officially discovered my ability when I was thirteen years old. Before then I had unknowingly suppressed certain memories of my own. Such as my father leaving, not like my mother ever wanted to talk about it so she never noticed, and other little memories that I decided I didn't want to remember. At first, my ability was very weak and not very affective, until I caused my mother to forget a simple memory. I was thirteen and for my birthday I was asking her if I could get my belly button pierced. She threw a fit because she was simply against such things. I told her she should just forget about the whole thing and when I touched her she forget. It took me awhile to convince her that it happened but she eventually believed. For three years, she kept me under the radar so the government wouldn't take me away but eventually she knew it would happen. My ability allows me to do just about anything I want with memories, including my own and others. Such as viewing them, modifying, repairing, restoring but threw the years my strongest technique is memory erasure, or erasing memories. This power is good and bad in my opinion. I can choose to forget things when I want but at the same time, its hard to view memories of others. Some are very hard to accept and causes an emotional toll on me. I can help others forget but not everyone is like me in wanting to forget the bad parts of life. Sometimes its even hard to tell between my own memories and those of others. My ability gets weary when I'm stressed too.[/font]
"tell me what do you like? do you have hobbies?
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There are many things I love to do. On top would have to be reading. I know that sounds nerdy but in a way, it's reminds me of my ability, if that makes any sense. Novels are like seeing the memories of the narrator. Of course, I choose the fairytale books. The ones about love and end on a positive not. If they don't I just end up erasing them from my memory. I would probably be really good at writing books accept for the fact that I suck at bad moments. I know everyone is not perfect but in my world I can make myself believe that. I pretty much enjoy doing comfortable things. Activities that will put me in a good mood. Bubble baths, exercising, being around those that matter most to me. I am a big arts and crafts person. I could sit in front of a thousand piece puzzle and be completely content until its finished. In fact, when I make really cool looking ones, I frame them and hang them around my house. I also have a knack for fixing things. Like I said before, perfectionist. I'm starting to believe I have ocd but when something is broken I have to fix it. Even if its a broken faucet. I like anything orange flavored and having a good time.
"really! well, then, what do you dislike?"
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I hate bad memories. It's cliché but very true. I'm a very sensitive person and have never been good with raw emotions. Even before I learned about my power. I couldn't handle my father leaving. I couldn't deal with the fact that maybe some people wouldn't like me. I don't like negative things and now that I have the ability to get rid of those sorts of things in my life, I do. I don't do cold weather. I have poor blood circulation as it is, so I can get cold in summer at rare times. I don't like to face the truth. I don't like confrontation. I don't like messes. If something isn't put together I always feel the need to fix it. I don't like the fact that I have to live here on this island just because I am a special human being. The government took me away from my mother and I will never get over that. I'm lucky I haven't erased that from my memory. I'm not good with relationships, not to say I don't like them but they never turn out the way I want them to. I don't like grape flavored things and I don't like being controlled.
"cool, cool. so what's your family like?"
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What family? None of my blood relatives have special powers like me so they weren't forced to come her. I had to leave the actual true family I had and it sucked. My mother and I were extremely close. She was my best friend and now that I'm twenty-two. I've lived a good amount of years without her. Years when I needed her the most. When I was seven my father walked out and I pretty much erased most of that memory from my head. My mom didn't have any other kids after me, so it was just the two of us. I wasn't extremely close with any of my other relatives other than my grandmother, whom helped raised me after my father left. I hate not having family here but in the six years that I have lived on posiedon, I have formed new relationships and are able to call others my family.
"everyone has a secret, tell me one of yours. i promise not to tell."
A secret of mine? I really don't have anything juicy but I guess it would have to be that I was once in love. Who should keep that secret right? But coming from a life where I never had a male figure in my life, I guess i never trusted me. When I first arrived on the island, I fell for a boy who broke my heart. Surprise, surprise. I don't remember much of him now anyways but that leaves me very skeptical of the male gender. At times, it makes me wonder if I even like them anymore. Of course there is only one other gender to like and I haven’t even explored that area yet. So ya. Don't say anything. It's nothing official.[/font]
"that is juicy! tell me about your past."
I pretty much already explained most of my past to you in previous questions. I was born and raised in Easton, Pennsylvania. My father left when I was eight, leaving my mother and I to fend for ourselves. Luckily, we were super close and did well without him. I was thirteen when I first truly discovered my power and tried to hide from the government so they wouldn't take me away from my mother. Though, when i was sixteen I was shipped away to this island to be with others like me. It was rough being without my mother and having been babysat by people I didn't know until I was eighteen and on my own. Now I am twenty-two and still hardly accepting where I am but I am enjoying my ability and the growth I have with it. Plus all of the wonderful I have met in the past six years. I am hoping eventually the government will see that we aren't threats to normal humans and will let us back into the real world but for now I am stuck with others like myself. Might as well make the most of it..[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/justify]
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well, hello there! my name is kelss, and i've got twenty candles on my cake! i've been roleplaying for seven. oh, and just so you know i got skills, here's an example of my work:adam pushed threw the entrance doors of mall, embracing the sudden noises and different smells. the twenty-six year old hadn’t been back to san diego since he left four years ago. due to the unfortunate event of his mother’s death, he had no other choice. her funeral service wasn’t for a couple days but out of town relatives were already showing their faces in the sunny city of california. growing up, adam had only been close to his immediate family, including his grandparents but they were all long gone now. so being hugged and smothered by people he barely knew was very overwhelming. he didn’t want to mingle and learn how his second cousin was expecting her fifth child or how his uncle refuses to come because of some dominance battle he was having his brother, adam’s father. their problems were nothing of his concern and it annoyed him that no one bothered to mention his mother and the wonderful memories with her. that being said, adam was out of the house before anyone could notice. and even though he wanted to be away from everyone, he went to the one place that was filled with humanly bodies. at least they didn’t know him and wouldn’t bothering paying attention to the tall and athletically built twenty-six year old., hopefully.
he really had no desire to browse threw the stores because he had no interest in buying anything. Instead, he resided to what women called ‘window shopping’. when they had no money to spend but browsed the windows of every story just for the mere pleasure of looking and wishing. that wasn’t adam’s intention. he had money, being an nba player and all but he had no interest in materialist things. still, his eyes scanned the well lighted display cases, acting as though he wanted buy something. after walking the whole bottom floor, adam took a seat at an empty table between the food court and play area for children. the food smelt delicious but he wasn’t hungry, so his attention was on all the kids that ran around in circles. he slightly smiles, as he admired the few fathers that were forced to baby sit while their wives or girlfriends took in possibly the only the opportunity they had to themselves. he understood the dynamics of a family. he grew up in one that was very well put together but being almost thirty adam didn’t have those types of surroundings. he loved his career in basketball but there was once a time when all of this could have been his. a time where he wanted all of it. wife and kids but it had split away many years ago. it was the reason why he didn’t want to come back home and thinking about it brought back old memories, along with the feelings that came with them.
no longer wanting recall his past, adam quickly stood from his spot not seeing the child that was about to walk by. he bumped the little boy and quickly grabbed his arm before he could fall over. “im sorry. are you ok? didn’t see you there.” adam said, bending down so he was level with the kid.
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