Post by IVRICK SHAY MENDELLA on Oct 14, 2012 3:13:43 GMT -5
(IVRICKshayMENDELLA)
"We're all living to die, and dying to live."
I saw your eyes today in a memory
painted in the sky......[/right][/color]
[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][FULL NAME] -- Ivrick Shay Mendella
[NICKNAME(S)] -- Ivy
[AGE, DATE OF BIRTH, GENDER] -- 17, August 11, 1995, Female
[MORTAL OR IMMORTAL?] -- Mortal
You smiled and said to me
a love like this can never truly die......[/right][/color]
[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][YOUR MOTHER'S AND FATHER'S NAME] -- Kristine and Mitchel Mendella
[ANY SIBLINGS?] -- Little brother and sister
[SINGLE? MARRIED?COMPLICATED?] -- single
[HISTORY] -- Ivrick grew up close to the capitol of Mississippi. The small community wasn't the best for an impressionable child, but at the time, it was all the small family could afford. When Ivrick was two, her little brother came along. At first, they didn't get along, and would even engage in fist fighting, coming out as both winners/losers. They were always equally matched, and that taught Ivrick many valuable lessons in fighting.
When Ivrick was five and her brother three, their dad (Ivrick's step-dad, really. However, he'd raised her since she was five months old) built a small playground in the front yard. It had a tarp roof, and was large to the youngsters. There was a slid to go down, and she and her brother would often times play Dragon Princess, a game they'd made up after watching Lord of the Rings. However, their playtime one day was short lived when a group of "gangsters" halted in front of their house to start pulling knives and guns on each other. Their dad intervened, and one of the men walked back to his house and when he returned, he was pointing a .44 Magnum at their father's head, but their father didn't budge.
Around this time, Ivrick and her brother had a little sister. Ivrick treated her little sister like she was a newborn queen. Always giving her attention and pampering her. Then, about three years later, they moved an hour away from the capitol, and into a peaceful residence in Byram, Mississippi. For years, everything was peaceful until their mother became addicted to drugs. Heroine, Meth, and Cocaine. She was sent to a rehab facility after she pulled a gun on her husband. She spend almost a year in rehab before they saw she was healthy enough to be let go. However, instead of returning to the normal life, she was kicked out of her house by her husband, and issued a warrant for divorce a few weeks later. When the divorce was final, Ivrick stayed with her siblings and practical father before moving in with her grandmother.
For a while, she had a hatred for her mother, especially when she watched the woman lay on her death bed after an overdose. Surprisingly, her mother pulled out of it, and after a few years, Ivrick and her mother grew an unbreakable bond. However, bliss was soon to end when Ivrick's cousins and aunt moved close by. Her grandmother and great grandmother surged into debt, and many problems aroused. Her aunt's husband attempted to seduce the barely fourteen year old when her aunt was at the hospital with her cousin and best friend at the time, Jesika.
When Ivrick was fifteen, her aunt began to give her complete hell after she was put into a program for troubled teens. Things only got worse from there. Since Ivrick's grandmother had gotten re-married, things were not going well. The entire family was on edge, and Ivrick didn't trust him. She didn't want him in the same house as her, and Ivrick's mother, who lived just across the street, felt the same. When Ivrick was sixteen, the time came that her grandfather attempted to rape her when her grandmother was in the hospital with COPD. Ivrick, being a little buzzed from drinking with friends, tried to think of any way possible to put herself in the hospital, just to get away from him, but she was afraid no one would believe her if she did.
She told her cousin, and her cousin helped her tell her aunt, who told her grandmother. When everyone knew, her grandmother's husband was kicked out. She soon began going to her dad's every weekend to be around people she enjoyed greatly, and started using marijuana to cope with her problems. It was only a few months after she'd started that she'd ended up pregnant by the love of her life. However, he begged her to get an abortion, so she did, and sunk deeper into depression. She soon began to drink in excessive amounts, and was high almost 24/7.
However, as the depression worsened, so did everything else. She began to lose weight rapidly, and would hardly sleep. This lead her aunt, who hated her, to make everyone in her family believe she was on harder drugs. While they knew she smoked weed, that didn't care. However, her grandmother had been convinced by her aunt to call the police and have Ivrick arrested. She spent three days and nights in jail before being allowed to go home. However, her charges would have only made her stay a day if she wouldn't have spit in an officer's face and beat the hell out of another girl that was in jail at the time. Once out, she seemed to change. She was happy with her freedom, though she hated her grandmother and aunt for what they'd done to her. All because of false suspicions that were proven false by the judge.
After that, Ivrick became seeped into this even larger depression and stopped eating right, stopped sleeping right. Her grandmother thought there was something severely wrong with her, though there was not. She was simply devastated by the fact that she'd lost a woman whom she was very close to while being locked up. She attended the funeral, but was depressed for days afterwards. Then, her senior year started, and the stress piled on. Luckily, she was able to make it through and graduate. She then moved here for a fresh start.
I shut my eyes and once again
the pleasure strangles me......[/right][/color]
[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][YOUR NAME OR ALIAS] -- *IVRICKtheGREAT
[ROLEPLAY LEVEL] -- Intermediate - Advanced
[YOUR RP SAMPLE]She walked down the street, her curly brown hair tied back, chin up, blue-grey eyes showed her relaxed state. It was almost as if she didn't have a fear in the world, and to be honest, she didn't. A katana her brother had given her was strapped to her back, and the small revolver her dad have given her was in the shoulder bag that she'd received from her little sister a few years back, along with other supplies, though the gun lay on top, cocked, safety ready to be clicked off in an instant.
She had parked her beloved jeep at the end of the street. She didn't want to waste gas in a place she could walk around in. She couldn't really tell you what she was doing here. She just had this feeling that she should be. She felt as if someone here was going to find her. Then she wouldn't have to travel alone. That and she was searching for her two people that meant a lot in her life. Finding them was proving difficult. They were no where to be found in Mississippi, so here she was in Houston, trying to find some sign. Maybe her ex had gone to California with his band to try to find her best friend as well. Maybe, just maybe. It still didn't stop her from searching every state in-between. Not to mention she could use some more protein bars and water.
She looked up at the skyscrapers that seemed to beg the sky to take them away from this horrid new world. It was amazing how the way of the world could change have you viewed things. Before now, Ivrick would have thought the buildings stretched for pride. Wanting to show off it's incredibility to the world around it. But now, everything seemed tragic. She snorted, and deciding the surrounding area was safe, sat on the sidewalk, kicking a plastic cup across the abandoned street. She reached into her black and white stripped jacket pocket to pull out a cigarette shaped object. However, green filled the end. She removed her lighter and flicked it, putting the pipe to her lips, and inhaling the marijuana into her lungs. She held it in for a moment before releasing it slowly and taking a second hit before cleaning and re-loading the pipe. She smoked it clean again and then pulled a cigarette from her new pack after she packed it tightly. She then slid the pipe into the cigarette's place to keep up with it easier and put the Seneca menthol between her lips and lit it, taking a few drags before standing up, satisfied with her high.
She continued to walk down the street, taking a drag from the cancer stick every now and again. When she was done with the 100, she dropped it on the ground and stepped on it with her converse before adjusting her katana and shoulder-bag strap and sighing, heading back to her beloved jeep. It would be a few minutes until she got back to it, but the walking was good for her muscles and joints. At least she knew she'd be able to run if she had to. She'd walked so far that she could already feel that the limbs in her body were warmed up and ready to fight or flee. Whichever came first, that is.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence
pain, and fantasy .....[/right][/color]
no stealing or i will send my butt monkey ninja assassins (no joke.) after you! this little whatcha-ma-call-it was made by UNDYING DEVOTION of Caution 2.0. The lyrics are from Hymn for the Shameless by the most awesome Alesana!
