Post by Dana Roberts on Jan 22, 2009 12:13:28 GMT 9
somewhere weakness is our strength,
and ill die searching for it
i can't let myself regret such selfishness
my pain and all the trouble caused,
no matter how long
i believe that there's hope
buried beneath it all and
hiding beneath it all, and
growing beneath it all
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NICKNAMES: Dana, D, D. Roberts, Roberts, Blondie
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: 20, July 12th, 1988
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HAIR COLOR: Dana has long blond hair. It flows down her back in softly, naturally straight, and reaches about elbow length, and sweeping bangs across her forehead. The style seems to differ weekly. One week it will be straight as a pin, then the next wavy.
PHYSIQUE: Dana’s face is rather oval-shaped, and it spans down her neck, which is slim and just the right length. Her nose a bit long, with nostrils that sometimes seem to turn up, giving her the appearance of being snobby (which, she rarely is). Her lips have a natural pink tint to them, accessorizing them with a gloss and playful smile or smirk. Dana is slim, thanks to very high metabolism – she could eat fatty foods all day and gain all but a pound. Her legs are just a bit longer than average, and her arms and upper body are at a normal length. Dana is taller than the average girl, she stands at the height of 5’10. Her tall stance and petite figure would give the impression of a girl that is outgoing, that is really what she is all about. In other words Dana is a total spitfire. She has a pale complexion, almost an ivory color, sprinkled with freckles, mainly around her nose. In the sun, she tans but not much, but more prone to burns.
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+ Boys
+ Music
+ Her Cell Phone
+ Her laptop
+ Hanging out in her free time
+ Strolling around the city
+ Cheer
+ Records
+ Coffee
+Drawing
DISLIKES?:
- Girls who steal the spotlight
- When she isn’t the one talked about
- Being pushed around
- Her mother’s death
- Dirt/Germs
STRENGHTS:
+ Her school work
+ Cheer
+ Music
+ Random trivia
+ Writing
+ Drawing
WEAKNESSES:
- Emotional
- Fear of dying
- Afraid to let people get too close to her, and then them, or her, leaving
- Her laziness
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCCUPATION [OR WAY OF SPENDING YOUR TIME] ?: Drawing, or organizing my music collection
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO [WORDS YOU LIVE BY OR THAT MEAN A LOT TO YOU]?: People always leave
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Larry Roberts,, Adoptive Father [47]
Anna Roberts,, Adoptive Mother [deceased]
Ella Hart,, Biological Mother [40]
Nick Callahan,, Unknown Biological Father [42]
Dillan DeRoux,, Unknown Half-Brother [20]
OVERALL HISTORY: Born on July 12th, 1988 to Ella Hart and her unknown father, Dana was given up to Larry and Anna Roberts, a young couple who were unable to have their own children. They raised Dana as if she was their own, and did not reveal the secret of Ella to her. When Dana was six, her mother, Anna, passed away, leaving Larry to raise the young girl on his own, which also caused him to take a leave of absence from work so he could care for Dana, and not have to leave her with help.
The high school years, otherwise known as some of the best years of Dana’s life. Everything seemed to go swimmingly for Dana during this time. Her father began to go back to work on a dredging boat, which left Dana alone a lot to tend for herself, and do as she pleased, which was fine, as her best friend, Laura, had the same sort of home situation. While her dad was away, he liked her to talk to someone, so she started making podcasts online, just so she could be talking to someone. All went well, but she began to get IMs from ‘watchmewatchu’, which caused her to stop her podcasts temporally, but she started them back up when the messages went away. The year that Dana turned 18, senior year, her biological mother ‘hunted’ her down, of course with Larry’s permission, to meet her daughter. Dana learned about Ella, and how she gave Dana up to Larry and Anna because of her addiction to drugs, which would make her an unfit mother. Dana, at first, was skeptical of this woman who claimed to be her mother, and even denied her story, but as time progressed, Dana grew to enjoy Ella’s company. As the two bonded, Dana understood where her pleasure for music, and drawing came from – her biological mother. Along with learning about herself, she also learned that Ella has cancer, and had only agreed to treatment because of Dana.
Dana applied to Tree Hill University for sound engineering, as well as for other numerous music related courses that would allow her to own her own business one day. Upon getting accepted, so did Laura, which was a plus because the two were, and still are, inseparable. Both her, and Laura make up the two top spots of the cheer squad. All had been going relatively fine until she found out that Ella had started to refuse tp undergo rigorous treatment for her (breast) cancer. On top of Ella not receiving treatment, Ella has briefly mentioned the existence of a half brother, who she dosn't know who he is (psst, its dillan deRoux), all she knows is that he is from her biological father Nick. She has also began to get messages from ‘watchmewatchu’, but has failed to tell anyone, or stop her podcasts, because she believes that he will just go away again.
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GENDER: Female
AGE: 17
Time Zone/Country/State You Reside In: Ontario, CA. Therefore, EST.
Where did you find us?: Cal over at NoB !
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Night. The time of day that Ethan hated most. The only thing there was anything particularly more worse about it than another time was that Ethan had twelve hours all to himself, doing nothing. Back in Boston, he would spend the nights sneaking out, and then, successfully, sneaking back in, most of the times being higher than one could imagine. But that wasn't the deal in La Push. Since the day of the accident, Ethan tried to stay away from drugs and such. And it wasn't like his mom could contain him in the house. He was nineteen after all, legally of age.
As he lay in Ethan bed, he could feel his hands start to slightly tremble. Quickly, Ethan's two hands met, and he started rubbing them together, as if they we're shaking from the cold, he hoped that was the reason why they had been shaking. But as much as he hoped, he knew that wasn't why. It was because of the quitting cold turkey just over what... three weeks ago? And the more that Ethan found himself thinking about his dad, or anything along the lines of being in Boston, he would start thinking of his using, which caused this all to happen.
Sitting up, he looked at his clock. Three-thirty am. Once again, another restless night, he thought as he stood, and started to make his way to the kitchen. It was weird. It was already almost tomorrow, and yet Ethan had even attempted to sleep, hadn't even changed out of his clothes for bed. Just as he opened the fridge, attempting to grab the liter of chocolate milk that he knew was in there, when he heard door slam. Rolling his eyes, he just thought it was the group of teenagers here that hung out in a gang. As he grabbed the milk, and began to drink it straight from the carton, he heard someone yell. Sighing, Ethan put down the carton, and grabbed the sweater that he had left draped over a kitchen chair, and headed out side to see what all the ruckus was over.
As Ethan walked down the front walkway doing up his sweater, he saw a guy, one that he had met before, Evan he believed his name was, beating on his truck while screaming at it. "Whoa buddy!" Ethan said, running up, and pulling Evan away from the truck, putting himself between Evan and the truck. As soon as Ethan stepped up to Evan, he could smell the pot coming off of him, and boy was it nasty... yet alluring all at once. "Evan, what are you doing out here at this time?" He asked, although from his stench, the scene was quite apparent.
As he lay in Ethan bed, he could feel his hands start to slightly tremble. Quickly, Ethan's two hands met, and he started rubbing them together, as if they we're shaking from the cold, he hoped that was the reason why they had been shaking. But as much as he hoped, he knew that wasn't why. It was because of the quitting cold turkey just over what... three weeks ago? And the more that Ethan found himself thinking about his dad, or anything along the lines of being in Boston, he would start thinking of his using, which caused this all to happen.
Sitting up, he looked at his clock. Three-thirty am. Once again, another restless night, he thought as he stood, and started to make his way to the kitchen. It was weird. It was already almost tomorrow, and yet Ethan had even attempted to sleep, hadn't even changed out of his clothes for bed. Just as he opened the fridge, attempting to grab the liter of chocolate milk that he knew was in there, when he heard door slam. Rolling his eyes, he just thought it was the group of teenagers here that hung out in a gang. As he grabbed the milk, and began to drink it straight from the carton, he heard someone yell. Sighing, Ethan put down the carton, and grabbed the sweater that he had left draped over a kitchen chair, and headed out side to see what all the ruckus was over.
As Ethan walked down the front walkway doing up his sweater, he saw a guy, one that he had met before, Evan he believed his name was, beating on his truck while screaming at it. "Whoa buddy!" Ethan said, running up, and pulling Evan away from the truck, putting himself between Evan and the truck. As soon as Ethan stepped up to Evan, he could smell the pot coming off of him, and boy was it nasty... yet alluring all at once. "Evan, what are you doing out here at this time?" He asked, although from his stench, the scene was quite apparent.
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