Post by ELISABEL M. DONETSK on Dec 14, 2009 20:13:38 GMT -5
welcome to the mistaken tour,
[/font]ELISABEL MARGUERITE DONETSK[/font]
[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: eli
AGE: 17
BIRTH DATE: 10/31/92
HOMETOWN: houston, texas
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual
MEMBER GROUP: merch for liars & lovers, soon to be manager
FACE CLAIM: demi lovato
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: bugs, soda, snickers, twizzlers, herself (mostly, her mental disabilities), singing (even though she doesn't have an exactly terrible voice), getting her picture taken, gossip, working hard (this is becoming a problem), preppy people (not the stereo type, put just generally happy people), hot sauce (though, she's gotten a preference for it lately)
PERSONALITY: elisabel is a mental mess. She has adhd, did (mpd), schizophrenia, manic and clinical depressive disorders, and paranoia. she visits her doctors often. she takes a lot of prescription pills, and eats a lot because of it, and works out a lot because of that, and goes in circles with herself. she talks to herself often, and gets stressed very easily. she's very selfless (not entirely, she still likes her moment in the spotlight, but mostly she tries not to worry about herself). she's really smart, and graduated from high school early with nearly perfect grades and test scores, and got into a good college program. she does college on the side of merching for the band.
FAMILY: lydia donetsk, mom; robbie donetsk, dad; mattie donetsk, bro; jaiden donetsk; bro
HISTORY: elisabel was born in houston, texas. when she was two, her father started to get abusive towards her mom, so her mom took her and her brothers away and they moved to dallas, texas. she has a fairly normal life, and got a restraining order on her father when he tried to contact her when she was fourteen (he still tries by threatening to send her to an insane asylum, and since he is her dad, he can technically do that. like, her mom never filed for divorce or anything). she graduated and moved out to california, thinking it was the last place her dad would look for her. she got a job for liars & lovers (which was her favorite band) as a merch (and then we are here. concerning the future, i think she become manager o.o).
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: disclosed? kidding, 15
TIMEZONE: um, east coast
RANDOM FACT: i'm an atheist
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Elisabel was bumming around in her dressing room with nothing to do. She couldn't listen to music right now, because that wouldn't help. And reading wasn't appealing right now - all she really wanted to was crawl under a rock and never come back out. Her keyboard was like a huge, annoying thorn in her side, but that wasn't the only thing. She lifted herself off the couch at an awkward angle to get the water bottle she had been sitting on. She had felt it there, but she had just been so busy crying that she hadn't bothered to move it. It seemed stupid, even to her, that she would be crying over something that happened over a week ago. The only thing she worried about now was how loud she had been crying, and how bad she must look. She didn't want anyone to see her, so she shut the door, and she hoped no one had heard her - that they were too busy with other stuff and listening to that guy go on about shit to notice any kind of sobbing sounds. She wiped her cheeks off with the palms of her hands, and then she splashed some water from her water bottle on her face. It felt butt warm - and yes, there is a difference between warm and butt warm - but she didn't care, and wiped off the excess water with one of the jackets she hadn't cleaned up from when she went on her wardrobe clean-out two days ago. She sniffled, and splashed her face one more time. Usually, she needed cold water to make her face looking like she hadn't been crying - making the puffiness go down around her eyes and such - but today, she just hoped two splashes of butt warm water would be enough.
She kicked off her boots - the black leather ones with five silver buckles - and pulled off her shirt. She started looking through the rack of clothes she had re-made last night, but nothing was really catching her eye. She didn't like any of it anymore. She did last night, but that was last night. Now she was leaning towards something more tight-fitting, and longer. She stood there for a good while in her tank top and jeans, trying to find something that would be okay to wear out on stage. She wanted something comfortable and cute at the same time. Though most people might not be looking at her, some might. She couldn't find anything, and went onto another rack she'd made a week ago. She felt her stage fright and six-hours-before-the-show nerves setting in, so she fought them off with four nerve pills, and just so she didn't forget, she went ahead and took her regular pills, too. She took them earlier, because she didn't want it to be like last week, when she practically had a mental breakdown right before rehearsal. She finally found a classic black dress layered dress, and would probably end up wearing some leather knee-boots and a hat with it. Elisabel really didn't care about matching, just that she felt good about herself. She didn't feel like make-up, so she'd probably just do gloss and mascara today. She really didn't feel like doing anything, but she was going to have to, because it was show tonight. Of course, the place was sold out for all three nights they were here in Los Angeles, and that was only adding to her nerves. They usually got worse before they got better. She hoped her nerve pills would kick in soon.
She decided to go and visit Evan later on, when she was presentable. She wanted to go and see Lightning, but he'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want her around anymore. She pushed him aside in her mind, and let other thoughts and voices take over. She didn't want to cry again, and that was the only reason she was crying. Over him, stupidly of course. She tried keeping herself busy as best she could. She got dressed, put on her make-up, did her hair, reviewed songs, warmed up her voice. She ran out of things to do to soon - she had an hour to spare before the curtain went up - and her band wasn't even up first! She didn't know how she felt about that. That meant more time she had to wait around - which was bad - but that also meant her nerves would be calmed just a little bit longer - which was good. She grabbed her purse, and exited her dressing room. They had set up the dressing rooms weird. They'd put Kiss' rooms closest to the front, then Scooby's, and then her band's. It was probably because that's the way the line-up was. Then, they'd made everything more complicated because they'd separated the boy's dressing rooms from the girls, like this was a fifth grade sleepover party. Her dressing room was the one way back in a corner. Maybe it was because she wasn't that important in the band, but it didn't bother her. She loved that her dressing room was situated there. She went right past Lightning's dressing room - she normally wouldn't have walked right past, but that was before all the drama started and he hated her - because his was the one right before Evan's, and then she knocked on Evan's dressing room door because it was closed. Normally, Elisabel wasn't one to barge in on someone. Well, she was, but not on Evan.
She kicked off her boots - the black leather ones with five silver buckles - and pulled off her shirt. She started looking through the rack of clothes she had re-made last night, but nothing was really catching her eye. She didn't like any of it anymore. She did last night, but that was last night. Now she was leaning towards something more tight-fitting, and longer. She stood there for a good while in her tank top and jeans, trying to find something that would be okay to wear out on stage. She wanted something comfortable and cute at the same time. Though most people might not be looking at her, some might. She couldn't find anything, and went onto another rack she'd made a week ago. She felt her stage fright and six-hours-before-the-show nerves setting in, so she fought them off with four nerve pills, and just so she didn't forget, she went ahead and took her regular pills, too. She took them earlier, because she didn't want it to be like last week, when she practically had a mental breakdown right before rehearsal. She finally found a classic black dress layered dress, and would probably end up wearing some leather knee-boots and a hat with it. Elisabel really didn't care about matching, just that she felt good about herself. She didn't feel like make-up, so she'd probably just do gloss and mascara today. She really didn't feel like doing anything, but she was going to have to, because it was show tonight. Of course, the place was sold out for all three nights they were here in Los Angeles, and that was only adding to her nerves. They usually got worse before they got better. She hoped her nerve pills would kick in soon.
She decided to go and visit Evan later on, when she was presentable. She wanted to go and see Lightning, but he'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want her around anymore. She pushed him aside in her mind, and let other thoughts and voices take over. She didn't want to cry again, and that was the only reason she was crying. Over him, stupidly of course. She tried keeping herself busy as best she could. She got dressed, put on her make-up, did her hair, reviewed songs, warmed up her voice. She ran out of things to do to soon - she had an hour to spare before the curtain went up - and her band wasn't even up first! She didn't know how she felt about that. That meant more time she had to wait around - which was bad - but that also meant her nerves would be calmed just a little bit longer - which was good. She grabbed her purse, and exited her dressing room. They had set up the dressing rooms weird. They'd put Kiss' rooms closest to the front, then Scooby's, and then her band's. It was probably because that's the way the line-up was. Then, they'd made everything more complicated because they'd separated the boy's dressing rooms from the girls, like this was a fifth grade sleepover party. Her dressing room was the one way back in a corner. Maybe it was because she wasn't that important in the band, but it didn't bother her. She loved that her dressing room was situated there. She went right past Lightning's dressing room - she normally wouldn't have walked right past, but that was before all the drama started and he hated her - because his was the one right before Evan's, and then she knocked on Evan's dressing room door because it was closed. Normally, Elisabel wasn't one to barge in on someone. Well, she was, but not on Evan.
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elisabel • seventeen • bisexual • single • atheist • merch for liars & lovers • mentally insane
