Post by SEREN I. CRUZ on Dec 19, 2009 13:33:49 GMT -5
welcome to the mistaken tour,
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[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: Just Seren
AGE: Nineteen
BIRTH DATE: Tenth July
HOMETOWN: Windemere, Cumbria, England
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Guitarist for Lost In Lights
FACE CLAIM: Kaya Schodelario
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: Meat, sneakers, chipped nail polish, getting her hair cut
PERSONALITY: Seren is a bit of a free spirit, never really commiting to anything or anyone. She frustrates her friends and family with her lack on interest in anything, and the way she'll flake out on plans. She's appears pretty mysterious and rarely shares her thoughts, even when provoked. All her school reports say that she has a short attention span. That she's 'away with the fairies'. She's not very confrontational, choosing instead to keep things to herself and responding with a clear cutting remark.
FAMILY: Father; Cristofer Miguel Cruz . Of Spanish descent, owns a real estate company.
Mother; Eirlys Marie Cruz (neé Davids). Of Welsh descent, housewife.
Brother; Alejandro Cai Cruz. Twenty-Four, banker.
Sister; Romana Talaith Cruz. Twenty-One, law graduate.
HISTORY: Seren was born in the Lake District, a stretch of land in northern England where it is often damp and many moors to explore. When she was thirteen her father decided that property in drizzly Windemere was no fun to sell, and relocated his family to New Jersey. Not really understanding the reason for the move (people actually bought properties in Cumbria), Seren started a new school where she met Leon. He was in the grade above her, and he was pretty impressed with her guitar skills. When she was approached about joining the band she jumped at the chance to get out of New Jersey. Oh, and have you seen nannerpuss?
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: Eighteen.
TIMEZONE: GMT.
RANDOM FACT: I'm dreaming of a White Christmas - oh look, it's snowing; FML.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Water seeped through a hole in Seren's leg wellington boot, submerging her toes in murky puddle water. Ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling that came from walking with icy water sliding around inside your shoe, she continued to walk. She walked past the secondary school she'd attended for the past two years. Past the park where she'd had her first kiss with Thomas Piper, a short blonde boy who appeared to be incredibley sweet at the time, but who two weeks later placed a frog inside her school bag. Past the cafe where she bought a pain au chocolat for her mother when she was ill.
Soon the pavement under her feet turned into soggy wood chips, which soon disappeared to be replaced with long lush green grass. The incline became steeper, the trees huddled together closer and the number of other people around her dwindled to nothing. Not that Seren would have noticed anyway, she carried out her life with what seemed to be little interest in others. To some it appeared as arrogance, but really she was just too wrapped up in other things to have the energy to be arrogant.
After a few miles of walking, with only intermittent bird song for company, Seren reached the top of the hill and perched herself atop the same grey rock that she'd been visiting since she was seven years old. She sat in silence, feet swinging off the edge and looking out to the mist covered mountains in the distance. Exactly seven minutes and thirteen seconds later, a tall lanky boy with floppy brown hair climbed on top of the rock too. Neither of them said a word as their feet swang in sync. Seren felt as comfortable as ever, feeling the smooth rock surface through her jeans that she had felt for the past six years. After an hour of silent foot-swinging Seren spoke. "I'll miss you," she said, not taking her eyes of the landscape infront of her. Unable to tell whether she was talking about the view or him, the floppy hair boy just nodded and continued to swing his feet.
Soon the pavement under her feet turned into soggy wood chips, which soon disappeared to be replaced with long lush green grass. The incline became steeper, the trees huddled together closer and the number of other people around her dwindled to nothing. Not that Seren would have noticed anyway, she carried out her life with what seemed to be little interest in others. To some it appeared as arrogance, but really she was just too wrapped up in other things to have the energy to be arrogant.
After a few miles of walking, with only intermittent bird song for company, Seren reached the top of the hill and perched herself atop the same grey rock that she'd been visiting since she was seven years old. She sat in silence, feet swinging off the edge and looking out to the mist covered mountains in the distance. Exactly seven minutes and thirteen seconds later, a tall lanky boy with floppy brown hair climbed on top of the rock too. Neither of them said a word as their feet swang in sync. Seren felt as comfortable as ever, feeling the smooth rock surface through her jeans that she had felt for the past six years. After an hour of silent foot-swinging Seren spoke. "I'll miss you," she said, not taking her eyes of the landscape infront of her. Unable to tell whether she was talking about the view or him, the floppy hair boy just nodded and continued to swing his feet.
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