Post by winona poppy piper on Mar 16, 2013 17:40:10 GMT -8
winona POPPY piper
maybe i need some rehab
or maybe just need some sleep
i got a sick obsession
i'm seein' it in my dreams
Full Name :: winona poppy piper
Nicknames :: poppy, pop
Date of Birth ::september nineteenth, nineteen ninety-four
Physical Age :: eighteen
Mental Age :: eighteen
Species :: human
Height :: five feet, ten and a half inches
Weight ::[/i] one hundred and twenty-six pounds
Hair ::[/i] bright auburn; naturally dirty blond, but she finds herself more attractive with red hair
Eyes ::[/i] blue/green; they change depending on what she's wearing and what mood she's in: green shirts/jackets give her green eyes in a matching hue, every other color usually results in blue; her eyes are darker when she's in worse moods
Play by ::[/i] scarlett johansson
Likes ::
• music in general
• making said music
• the flute
• breaking the law (underage drinking and drugs, mostly)
• stars
• sex
• dancing (even though she's awful at it)
• the color blue
• romance
• the night
Dislikes ::
• the dark
• fire
• loud noises that she's not expecting
• anything that scares her (aka, everything)
• not getting her way
• anyone who dares disagree with her
• being confused/not understanding something
• blood
• needles
• heights
Strengths ::
• book-smart
• her musical ability
Weaknesses ::
• not street-smart
• taking others for granted
Habits/Quirks ::
• when she's under pressure, she either picks at her nails or presses the tip of a pen into her palm, whichever's easier for her
• whenever anyone other than herself is tapping, she gets an anxiety attack
Fears ::
• the dark
• being alone
• silence
Secrets ::
•she still sleeps with two teddy bears, covered in a blanket, and with three separate nightlights.
• she's a freak (take that as you wish)
Personality ::
despite outward appearances, poppy struggles internally: her self-esteem, her depression, and, most of all, her sanity.[/size]
for the longest time, poppy hated herself, what she looked like and who she was. she knew that others found her attractive, but couldn't see it in herself. but, only recently, she's had her eyes open: her self-esteem is stronger than it's ever been, her self-image improving to that of a strong, independent woman. she's vowed to herself that she will become sexy, flirtatious, and irresistible.
her depression's gotten better to, winning that battle for sure for the first time she can remember. after two suicide attempts and a life time of darkness in her own personal pit of hell, her medication has helped poppy see the world in a new light, a better light.
as for her sanity, well, poppy still struggles. there's a dark part of her that she knows exists, part of her that has a bloodlust. she's scared that, when the darkness takes over her, she'll do something she'll regret, be it killing herself or someone else. constantly, poppy will find herself in conversations with no one, talking to herself as if she were two separate people.
but, outwardly, she seems normal, strong, and healthy, both physically and mentally. she smokes and drinks, does a few drugs, has sex, and parties, like many other humans her age. she has difficulty with prioritizing, putting her pleasure-seeking activities before those that are academic and work-related.
Mother ::[/i] sara piper
Father ::[/i] nigel piper
Siblings ::[/i] willow piper
Other important people ::[/i]
nala, her cat
ryan nathenson, first ex-fiance
matthew waters, second ex-fiance
History ::[/i]
born back in 1994, she was the first child of her parents to survive; they had lost their very first in a late-term miscarriage. at first, her life was wonderful, the doted on only child, but, of course, she can't remember any of it.
at age three, her mother birthed her second and final child, poppy's sister, willow. the two got along fine, especially when willow could do nothing more than cry and babble and lay around. but once the kid started walking and talking and getting herself in trouble, she started blaming just about everything on poppy, whether the older child had had a part in it or not.
poppy quickly learned that, according to her parents, willow could do no wrong, and that she could do no right. she was five years old when she started hating herself and resenting her family.
her parents put her in a private catholic school when she started kindergarten. it was a huge mistake on their part; poppy was a remarkably brilliant child --having began reading at three, already on pictureless chapter books now--and the school's education was quite slow. she was given intelligence tests, all of which showed she was mentally much older than she really was. however, the school had no gifted program for their students and the only option was to send shy little poppy into the next grade, with students she had never met and many of which were certain to alienate her because of her age.
and so, as she turned seven and entered the second grade, little miss piper was allowed to attend public school and gain the education she actually needed. though it was difficult for the gangly little girl at first, she eventually made friends and flourished.
still, she struggled internally: no school is without bullies, and, as the skinny smart girl, poppy was immediately set as a target. her already low self-esteem plummeted, and she was never quite sure of herself.
but this time, at least, she had something to counter with it: music. her first music lessons had began, and poppy showed great talent. it was only piano lessons at first, but she quickly went through the first year's work, only months after beginning the lessons. her first year of lessons covered two of a normal students, and she earned top marks from her teacher. and it wasn't just piano anymore; without her parents' knowledge, the teacher had began instructing poppy in vocal musicianship as well, having sensed her talent for singing was nearly as great as hers for instruments.
she went through her elementary school days quickly and without many problems. her school work was still easy to her, and she was bored with much of it, but it was manageable; her home life only continued to grow progressively worse, her mental state continuing to grow progressively more depressed, but poppy pushed on.
middle school brought few changes. the classes were completely separated by intelligence level, and so poppy was almost challenged for the first time in her life. she played in the school band, finding she had a great talent for yet another instrument: the flute. she had her first boyfriend, though, she'll admit when she looks back on it now that it wasn't much of a relationship; but that didn't stop the heartbreak she felt when it ended. near the end of the first year; track season had begun for sixth grade girls, and again, poppy found something she was good at. the exercise had it's normal effect on humans, and her state of mind improved.
as the next year began, so did track season for the 'upperclassmen,' and her exercise and kept her afloat. but soon news came that her father's plant was shutting down, and that her family would be moving so he could keep his job. though she was glad to the opportunity to start anew in a new town, poppy was reluctant to leave her friends.
but her new life in the new state and new school was better than she had imagined. much like children with a new toy, poppy was the talk of the school, immediately popular for the first time of her life. her self-image improved greatly and she was accepted for who she was by a great many of her peers.
she continued to grow in her talents, but also continued in her downward depressive spiral; her self-confidence boost didn't last long at all. seventh grade passed, and then eighth, with little excitement.
at her 'graduation,' though the passing from middle to high school is really not much of a graduation, she was the only student without a parent present: her family still didn't see the need to make time for poppy's important life moments. still, she was fed and housed, but a fourteen year old girl nearly always feels there should be more to her family life than that.
high school different than anything she'd ever experienced. she fell in love for the first time, just weeks into the school year. but the boy wasn't worth her time: he played her, breaking up with her after just a week, only to trick the naive poppy into getting back with him the next. it wasn't until valentine's day, months later, that she finally grew tired enough of his games to turn him down.
the school work was harder, more homework that she'd ever had, and she struggled to manage it all; the classes weren't hard, but her poor time management skills kept her from studying each as much as she should have. the only thing she kept strong in was band; even as a freshman, she was promoted to the second chair flute, right behind her fellow freshman and best friend.
that started talk, though, and the upperclassmen flutes grew jealous; petty arguments broke out and they ostracized poppy from the 'family.' but her pride in her ability --the one thing she was stuck up about-- kept her from being dragged down into an even deeper depression.
but that was mostly gone; she'd fallen in love again, stupidly, and was engaged at just fifteen. she lost her virginity to the man, if he could be called that, and poppy saw nothing wrong in the world.
until he left her the beginning of her sophomore year, for no good reason --something poppy holds to even now. she was devastated, and her depression hit an all time low. the man led her on for months, always promising their reuniting if she could change herself 'for the better,' something she never managed to be able to do, in his eyes. she went crazy, becoming someone she knew she wasn't: she slept around, throwing away what little self-dignity remained. there was no hope left in her life, and, near the end of january of that year, with poppy being sixteen years old, she attempted to commit suicide but slashing her wrists.
she'd been stupid enough to tell her ex about her plans, and he cared for her enough to alert the authorities. she was taken into the hospital and nearly locked away, but somehow, she managed to talk her way out of it.
at this point in most other girls' lives, the parents would have tried their hardest to get their daughter the help she needed. and, for a short while, poppy's did, though in the worst way possible.
poppy did not want to see a counselor. she saw no point in it; she was shy and had no trust left for anyone --where was the logic in sending her to spill her guts to some shrink she'd never met? she knew what would be best for her, and that was the one thing her psychiatrist denied her: medication.
she stopped going to the counselor, who only did more damage than good, and continued in her depression, suffering mostly in silence but at least pressing on.
her junior year began, poppy beginning to have an 'i don't give a sh*t' attitude. her first high school boyfriend contacted her again, promising to have changed, and poppy, though at first reluctant to return his flirts, decided to give him a chance, if only to get sex out of it.
but she found something she didn't expect: she and him, who did seem to have changed some, were a good match. he was a virgin, and she, the slightly older, more experienced woman, could shape him into whatever she desired. the sex was good and it seemed that he really did love her. again, she was engaged, stupidly, this time two months into the relationship.
they had their hardships, him having lapses of judgment often and flirting with other girls, something poppy found ridiculous, though she did plenty of it on her end as well. they managed an entire year together, and made it through one of the hardest things teenage couples can: a pregnancy scare. it was nothing more than a scare, of course, but it brought poppy into another depression, or, rather, what he had said had: if the test had come out positive, he would have forced her to abort the child. she was only seventeen, no where near ready to be a mother, but poppy knew that had the test been positive, she would have needed to keep the baby. not wanted, needed.
they broke up a few months after that, poppy once again devastated. her depression only grew worse, and she was farther into the black pit to hell that she'd ever been. she took up smoking weed as an escape, something she'd done since the year before, but never at this magnitude: everyday, as much as she could afford, losing herself to the sickly sweet mindlessness it gave her.
she was eighteen, headed no where with her life. she knew what she wanted to be, a performer, but felt that there was no way for her to become one; she'd never taken a flute lesson, and, although she was more than talented, felt that it was needed to be at the level she though performing required. she'd never been truly challenged by anything she'd played, though, and didn't see her own ability as clearly as others could.
through poppy's eyes, there was no future. her smoking only got worse, to the point where she was doing it at school. with her bad luck, she was caught and expelled, finally bringing her parent's attention to her, though in the worst of ways.
they were furious, as most parents would be, but gave poppy no room to be an individual anymore. she was a legal adult, but on the same restrictions as a young child. trapped in the house, alone constantly, poppy was in awful shape.
again, she tried to take her life, in the same manner. and again, she was thwarted, this time by her parents. they tried to lock her up, put her away in a mental hospital, but poppy fought back with all she had. she couldn't go there, knew it would only make everything that much worse.
finally, after years of suffering through her depression, poppy got her medication. immediately, her life got better, she started to feel less useless. it took a while, but her self-esteem came back too: she realized, in some sort of miracle epiphany that she was gorgeous, and decided that she'd flaunt it, become the sexy, irresistible woman all women dream of becoming.
Your name ::[/i] severen
Age ::[/i] 18
Experience ::[/i] plenty
Have you read the rules ::[/i] musical
Role Play Sample ::[/i]
it was the same routine, everyday. wake up. shower. brush her teeth. do her hair and makeup. put on clothes if she had to leave the house. eat, if she felt like it.[/size]
did everyone else see life this way, or was it just her? was she the only one stuck in this rut?
it was something poppy asked herself nearly daily, and she struggled to find the answer. it seemed like she was, more often than not.
so maybe she wasn't like other humans. once, this might have been something that bothered poppy, but not anymore. she'd stopped caring. not about living, she'd decided that she at least wouldn't take her own life. no, about life in general.
what was the point in being normal anyway? poppy mulled the thought over in her head as she stepped out of her underwear, yawning from her lack of sleep, and stepped into the shower. such a strange place to get philosophical, but she knew, at least, she wasn't the only person who did, even in that particular place.
the water hit her back, hot enough to sting, but not burn. it should have woken her up, but instead just lulled her into more of a stupor; she just stood there, soaking herself, and thought.
normal was boring. different was exciting. and that was something poppy was aiming for, wasn't it? didn't men find exciting things, exciting women, sexy? that had been her vow to herself, to become irresistible to men.
it wasn't exactly a useful goal; where would it get her in life other than a whorehouse? no, it wasn't constructive at all, not to the life she was planning on living, eventually. but she was young now, about to start college. so why not have sex? or at least have men wanting to have sex with her?
poppy smiled at the thought, at how it was already working. how many men had texted her within the last week, all trying to get the same thing? four? five? more than she was used to.
she stretched, her arms above her head, the joints in her spine popping and the muscles releasing all the tension the day, and night, before had put in them. the water continued to fall, and, in her 'after-high'hang-over state, poppy was in a strange blissful mood.
washing her hair, her body, even just standing in the water, was more than relaxing to her. somehow, the mundane task calmed her, erased all the thoughts from her head. all except one: sing.
the house was empty, so why not. the steam and warm air soothed her vocal chords, making her already strong voice just that much stronger.
she sang sounds, not words, in an unfamiliar melody. she'd try and remember it later, write it down, maybe put words to it, or a harmony, but she knew it would be pointless. it would be lost in a million other thoughts, another song she'd never be able to write. but, in the moment, standing in the shower with no care in the world, poppy was enjoying herself, doing what she believe she was made to do. a musician in all moments in her life.
