[Maiella] .:W.r.i.n:.

[taintedblood]

Maiella Wrin;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Mimi-chan [not my real name but my parents refuse to let me put my real name on here]
Age: 13
Years of Rping: Around 4, maybe 5
Contact: [e-mail] or [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: Mai, Ella, Boo-Boo, Rin Rin
Name: Maiella [pronounced My-Elle-Ah] Wrin
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 16
Species: Human
Job: None currently
Religious Affiliation: Catholic

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Poetry
2. The violin
3. Dancing

Summary:
Maiella is preferred to many colleges throughout the country for her writing, her playing, and her dancing. The only problem is, she wants to do them all but the colleges are on the other side of the country, all 3 on different sides!! Maiella prefers to be alone while doing all three, but she has won many awards for her playing.From her appearance, many people who are critiques, don't really thinks that she plays as well as everyone else says until her fingers hit those strings and the music flows. Her poetry is one of the best in the world. She has gotten into many World Championships and won them all. As for her dancing? She can do any type you throw at her. Krunking, Popping, Classic, Samba, Rumba, Paso Doble, anything! She can teach a professional if they miss even one step or miss a beat. She is very quiet, but when it comes to her talent and when someone claims they know what they're doing, she gets on them and drives them to the brink of shattering into multicolored spectrum's of failure.

Weakness:
1. Loud, crowded areas
2. Obnoxious, annoying people
3. Her mother

Summary:
Maiella has a thing for small, dark and quiet places. She never had liked being in Juvie, for she was always so crowded. She want to shove herself into her room alone and just listen to her music, which contains of mostly rock and punk. Her Juvie roommate, Stacie, was always disturbing her, and Mai couldn't take it for much longer. She has a pet peeve for someone looking over her shoulder constantly, shouting in her ear constantly, and talking about her mother, you guessed it, con-stant-ly! So one day, she snuck an old, rusty butter knife and, piece by piece, shredded Stacie Whaltengburg into small chunks and "Helped" the school cafeteria ladies with the surprise meatloaf. It was the best meatloaf ever in that Juvie hall. As Mai would put it today with a smirk, "I guess that rat was good for something!"

Appearance;;

Looks: She is 16, nothing more, nothing less
Hair: A deep shade of violet with streaks of light purple and pink
Eyes: Gray
Height: 6 ft, 2 in
Marks: She has a tattoo of a intricate skull on the left side of her neck;; she has an Indian tattoo covering the corner of her left eye that looks like ribbons intertwined with a barbed wire;; she has several scars from her previous fights in Juvie
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: A fair and pale skin type, almost vampire pale
Body Type: Tall and skinny with slight muscle build up in the arms and legs from fights in the past
Clothing Style: Mostly punk, but a few catholic dresses from the 17oo-18oo for her recitals
Footwear: Boots, combat boots. She won't wear anything else, except for a few pairs of tennies

Summary:
Mai has a thing for skulls and punk things. She loves to wear violet and hot pink for some odd reason. People think that she is emo, and if they say it to her face, she would send them to the hospital. She is punk, people, not emo! Anyways, Mai has an Indian tattoo trailing from the bottom left corner of her chin, all the way up her cheekbone, and around her left eye. The tattoo resembles ribbons and barbed wire, Love and War. Hate and Peace. You know, that kind of stuff. She also has an intricate design of a skull and cross bones with wings in a black heart on the left side of her neck. Whenever Mai preforms, she is always in a 1784 catholic dress or in a 1812 victorian dress. She has a thing for the old dresses because she believes that their darkness beholds more beauty that anyone can ever imagine. She always has a quote that she says before she preforms, because all her pieces are a bit dark, because she knows many people think that she talks about death instead of beauty and grace.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Dark corners
2. Warm Sparkling Apple Cider
3. The color of Blood [crimson]

Dislikes:
1. Loud, bright, noisy rooms
2. Mother
3. Liars

Flaws:
1. Quiet when she wants to, but does have random outbursts
2. Has ADD
3. Has several scars tracing up her legs from fights in Juvie

Summary:
Maiella was born with ADD and she always had a short attention span, only in her writing and creating pieces is when she can hold her attention for a long time because she can concentrate and felt like she belonged there instead of being a weirdo because she couldn't hold her eyes on a item for a specific amount of time. She felt the need that when she danced, or when she played, or even when she was writing to herself, she felt comfort. All of Maiella's life, she was treated differently because she has a slight problem. She also has asthma, but that doesn't change a thing to her mother. She hates her mother. Her mother was so abusive when Maiella was a child because she had ADD, she only found comfort in her brother. This is why Maiella travels, she wants to find her brother, only to find that her brother has been looking for her. She has traveled all over the country and is about to going out of the country to continue searching. This city is her last stop.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Mother, Mari; Father, Robison; Brother, Kevin
School Attended: Hanson Mariners Juvenile Delinquents
Grade Level: None
Graduation Year: Drop-out
History: Maiella has a very bad history. She was born in an alleyway back in Jackson Hole, Montana. Then she was dumped onto a porch along with her brother, Kevin. They spent most of their life in Jinnison Homes For Underage Addicts And Delinquents. Finally, after 10 years, their parents brought them home and made their life a living hell. Kevin always protected his little sister until one night in the home, their father had come home drunk and their mother was screaming at the pitch of her screechy voice at them, Kevin snapped. He threw his mother against the wall, grabbed Maiella, and they ran. They ran far, far away, as far as Phoenix, Arizona, where they finally settled down. Kevin had told his sister to run far away from there. Maiella refused at first, but eventually went off on her own when her brother had gotten ill. Now she is still searching for him, knowing that he didn't die, even though everyone says he did. She will never give up searching for him, even if she dies. If she dies and still has not found him, her spirit will search for all eternity if it has to. Just to find and take her brother back.

Code Word:
'poof the magic fairy baby'

Mad Skills;;

The crumpled leaves lie about, scattered and torn in a way that could not be repaired. Mournful cries from the birds over head said that this area was never disturbed until this person stood still in the wind. As the breeze collected small pieces of her life, her soul slipped away. Her red tinted lips parted as she gave a low hiss into the night. Anything alive would know that this creature meant trouble, and that nothing should interfere with it.

She drew the knife from its sheath resting coldly on her thigh, a smooth slicking sound was made. A practiced smile played on the facade of a dead woman as she ran the bony fingers across the intricate metal of iron, gold, and silver. In one swift move, she carried the knife over to the grave and a loud screeching sound lifted into the night.

Many lights around the cemetery flicker wildly as the cityfolk gather around the windows to watch the laughing madwoman. She lifted the knife and shoved it into the ground as the mayor came out with his nightcloak.

"Begone Mad woman, and we shall spare you court!" He decreed in his short pudgy form. The woman turned to glare at him with her stone,cold eyes. He stepped back, a look of horror on his face. She spat out hissing, yet lyrical, words,

"I am simply paying my respects to someone who is presumed dead. He has cheated death and he should be a hero instead of this." She shoved a long, slender finger to the grave that had odd markings on it. Her eyes never left the mayor as she stalked gracefully out of the cemetery down the pouring street. Many cityfolk stepped out of the way as she turned and blew a good bye kiss to the grave and she turned and disappeared into the darkness. And you want to know something?



.............That girl is me................

[Lady Thorn]

History needs to be a bit longer. Add some details of juvie, and details of what the parents did to make their lives hell, maybe.