torres, honor c.

[honor carmela torres]

honorcarmelatorres

"i don't believe we have met. what's your name?"

well my name is honor carmella torres. we all know what honor means right? i don't have to explain that. i'm not quite sure why my mom named me honor. the only thing she ever says when i ask is that it's a great quality to have, one my father never quite grasped and it set me apart from everyone else. carmella was my abuela's name. it's supposed to be spanish for garden or something like that. i'm not quite sure. i don't mind being named after my abuela though. as far as torres goes, it's just your typical puerto rican last name.

"that's very interesting. now, can you tell me how old your are?"

well i'm nineteen years old. i was born on december second in 1991. nothing really special about my birth really. it was snowing outside, which isn't surprising since i was born in brooklyn, new york. well i guess that's a bit of a lie. my mom went into pre-mature labor and kind of gave birth to me in the middle of my abuela's apartment. her neighbor was a trained midwife though so everything worked out okay.

"huh, cool. i must say you do look stunning."

so you obviously have incredible taste in women. that's a good sign. i'm quite a curvy tan beauty thanks to my full blown puerto rican heritage. it's a good thing in my book. girls who are extra thin and even flatter elsewhere are so unattractive if you ask me. i'm about 5 feet 5 inches tall and i weigh roughly about 120 lbs, though it is placed in all the right places. i work out regularly so her midriff is as flat as a washboard. i was even a cheerleader in high school. my hair reaches the middle of my back with all its black wavy glory. it's as soft as silk and i takes perfect care of it, refusing to cut it except for the occasional trim to keep it healthy. my skin is a caramel complexion which isn't surprising since both of my parents are fully puerto rican and have the same complexion. my eyes are brown with a gray trim. no one is really sure where the gray trim came from but it compliments me beautifully. i have full lips just ripe for the kissing. as far as body decoration is concerned, i have a rather extravagant cross tattooed on my lower back. the words 'perdona mis pecados' (forgive my sins) are tattooed on the inside of my left wrist. there are also pawprints tattooed (click me!) going up my right side. i have my ears pierced twice not including my cartilage and tragus piercing, both in my right ear, as well as my nose and belly button.

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"very nice. everyone on the island has a supernatural power, what's yours?"

i have the ability to control or mentally affect the weather. this includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena (rain, tornadoes, lightning, ocean currents, earthquakes, etc.) or control the intensity of the weather. depending on the level of control i have at the moment, i may subconsciously change the weather based on my mood. watch out, i may strike you down with lightening if you piss me off. i'm not really sure when i noticed i had the power but i know i was pretty young. my mom and abuela noticed it first and they knew that if anyone found out then i'd be taken away so i was forbidden to use it. i slipped up though the summer before my junior year in high school and someone found out about it. in an extra bitch move they ratted me out to the authorities and i've been here ever since.

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"tell me what do you like? do you have hobbies?

i was really into cheerleading when i was in high school. in fact, any chance i get i watch the cheerleading and dance competitions that come on espn. I think i liked the athleticism not to mention it made me a hit with the kids at school, not that i really give to shits about what they think about me, but let's face it, in high school when you're popular you get a few perks. i'm also really big on the thunderstorms. when i was a little kid, everyone else used to be so scared of them, but i wasn't. i loved it whenever it rained and it was a big storm. even if the power went out, i just sat by the window reading by candlelight. oh yeah, i love to read as well, especially shakespeare. i don't know why but i've always really been into his plays, especially othello and taming of the shrew. eighties movies is another big thing with me. anything even remotely related to john hughes is a must watch for me, without a doubt. i love to cook, mainly because that's one of the things my abuela and i used to do all the time together. we spent hours in the kitchen with one another just making any and everything. there isn't much that i can't make honestly. oh, i like girls and guys yes that means i'm bisexual. big deal. it doesn't make me any different from you or the next person so let's not dwell on that okay.

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"really! well, then, what do you dislike?"

i hate ignorant people. seriously i hate them. i hate the way they ask stupid questions, do stupid things, anything and everything about them i could do without. i especially hate the ones who think that everyone who speaks spanish must be from mexico. uh, hello there are other spanish speaking countries you know! i'm from puerto rico and proud of my heritage so don't insult me by saying i'm from somewhere else. the same goes for people who say bisexuals can't make up their mind or or nasty. screw you okay. i know what i like and i like both girls and guys, nothing is going to change that. i also can't stand people who think they're better than me, esp. if it's because they have money. okay yes i think very highly of myself and i may think i'm better than a few people but that's how i am. i guess you can say it's the pot calling the kettle black but whatever. just because you come from money or whatever does not make you better than me. i'm not the biggest fan of my father at all and i'm not afraid to say it. why would i be? he deserted my mom, but it was his loss right? i don't like being rejected and i hate talking about my past so keep the questions to a minimum. i also hate strawberry ice cream and those little foam peanut things that come in packages. they just creep me out.

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"cool, cool. so what's your family like?"

my mom is like one of the most amazing people i have ever met. her name is sorya rosalina torres and she's one of the strongest women you will ever meet. she immigrated over here with my abuela and she worked and put herself through cosmetology school all while raising me. she'd do anything for me and vice versa. don't ever talk about or play with my mother because i will not hesitate to hurt you. my abuela is pretty strong too. she's a die hard lady and she will put a hurting on you first and ask questions later. i get my bitchy attitude from her or at least that's what everyone tells me. i already told you my abuela's name is carmela. as far as my father is concerned, he's really not all that important. his name was orlan and he up and left my mother to be with some punta while my mom was pregnant with me. the last time i heard from him was a postcard in the mail when i was seven. he's trash. i don't need him. end of story. i have a lot of cousins, way to many to name, but no siblings. i was raised an only child, well kind of. my cousins were always around, especially my cousin rosalinda. she's like a sister to me.

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"everyone has a secret, tell me one of yours. i promise not to tell."

i lost my virginity when i was fourteen. yeah i know pretty young right. i don't regret it or anything, but it's also not something i share with people unnecessarily, especially my mom and abuela. the other part of that is i ended up getting pregnant and having an abortion. who knew i would get pregnant the first time?! i sure as hell didn't. that's why i have the words 'perdona mis pecados' tattooed on my wrist. i'd say that would be my one regret in life:: giving up the chance to be a mother.

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"that is juicy! tell me about your past."

well i grew up in brooklyn, new york. i never lived in the best neighborhood because my mother never really had money. i'm not a spoiled rich kid and you could say the streets hardened me a bit, but i've never been weak. my mother taught me to never show weakness because that's how people end up hurting you. i already said my father left before i was born. my mom and i have always lived in the same apartment, on the same block, of the same neighborhood. my abuela lived right across the hall and so did the rest of my family so they were never far away. i got teased in school because i didn't wear the nicest clothes, but i handled that quick enough and beat up anyone who challenged me. it didn't take long for me to be known as a bitch but so be it. i was never a dumb child and i always got good grades. my powers developed some time around middle school. once i made it to high school i got my first serious boyfriend. i fell hard and fast and ended up losing my virginity to him. that's when i got pregnant. i couldn't tell my mom because my biggest fear in life is disappointing her, so i got rid of it. after that i got a little wild. i started acting up and my grades dropped a bit. my mother never let on that she knew why but for some reason i feel like she did. i joined the cheerleading squad my freshman year too. i realized i was bisexual my sophomore year in high school i told my mom right away but i was terrified to tell abuela. in fact i never really told her. we happened to be outside one day and she pointed to a girl and said, "i think she's just your type baby. you should go after her." i swear abuela knows everything. anyway, i guess i pissed off the wrong people, because right before my senior year in high school i was brought to the island. i miss my family so much, but i'll get back...one day.

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well, hello there! my name is whit, and i've got nineteen candles on my cake! i've been roleplaying for about seven. oh, and just so you know i got skills, here's an example of my work:

It was as God himself, if there was such a being out there, was smiling down on her and telling the young twenty-two year old woman 'Go on, enjoy yourself.' She couldn't remember the last time that she had an entire weekend to herself. Not that Valerie didn't love her six year old daughter Armana. She adored her. The little girl was her world. But the girl also required a lot of attention, not unlike Valerie herself. So when one of Armana's classmates invited the little girl over for a weekend sleepover, Valerie had the girl's bags packed before the offer was even completely our of the girl's mouth. It solved all of her problems. Not only would she have someone to watch Armana while she was at work, giving the usual babysitter a break, but it would give Valerie some much needed alone time this weekend.

Valerie fully intended on sleeping in extremely late when she woke up the next morning, however, her internal maternal clock woke her up at 6:30 that morning, she decided not to fight it. Why not take full advantage of the whole day. Besides, she had all the time in the world to come back and take a nap later on during the day. So she climbed out of bed and into the shower, washing away all signs of motherhood with it. When she got out she looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked damn good for the mother of a six-year-old. She was only twenty-two after all, but even at such a young age, she looked better than most of her peers. She allowed her long black wavy hair to flow down her back, got dressed, and put on a tad bit of make-up. Her outfit showed just enough skin to make her belly button ring, the bottom half of her lower back tattoo, and her paw print tattoo visible. She blew a kiss to herself in the mirror and headed out the door, sunglasses and bag in hand.

She decided to head over to the beach. She could walk around as well as walk along the sand and stick her feet in the water. She parked a few blocks away and walked towards the beach. It was a beautiful day, even for it to be this early in the morning. There were a few people out and about, but unlike in the middle of the day, it was crawling with people. She liked it during this time of day. Suddenly she smelled the scent of food wafting from the kiosks and found herself getting incredibly hungry. She walked towards them and saw a rather delicious piece of meat doing the same. "Well hello gorgeous," she said to herself as she pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head. She averted her eyes, not wanting him to think she was staring. Just a fleeting glance was all she needed to let him know that he had gotten her attention.!

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