Post by zip isolde quincy on Oct 19, 2009 15:49:08 GMT -5
zip isolde quincy
twenty-three . teacher . quirky
twenty-three . teacher . quirky
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]zinnia isolde quincy .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]zip, z, or miss q .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty-three .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]quirky, fun, musical, talented, lovable, caring, mother, intuitive, whimsical, spacey, gullible, self-conscious, humerous, adorable, charming, clumsy, headstrong, forgetful, and enchanting .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ric quincy and jan larson were certain they were right for each other. in their young eyes, they'd both found "the one". after meeting in college, where ric majored in business and jan in culinary arts, they began dating after three weeks of knowing one another. the couple married less than six months later. ric and jan were so sure that they were in love, they had no doubt they'd be together forever.
jan wanted a family from the start. ric was right on board. after six months of marriage, jan got pregnant with the quincy couple's first child. nine months and thirty seven hours of labor later, she gave birth to her first daughter--zinnia isolde quincy. jan was overjoyed; ric was scared to death. he had no idea how to take care of a daughter! after two years and a few months passed, however, he soon grew used to the change--just as jan got pregnant again. she granted ric's secret wish and had a son just three years after zinnia's birth, naming him vanderbilt james quincy, after his grandfather and uncle.
jan and ric thought they were done. ric convinced his wife to get a hysterectomy--and she wasn't interested. she wanted an even bigger family. after years of arguing and not getting any, jan finally agreed.. or so ric thought. she disappeared regularly for "doctor's visits", without ever telling her husband that she wasn't actually getting a hysterectomy. when she got pregnant for a third time--zinnia was now five--ric was furious. he left her six months into the pregnancy. she gave birth alone to her third child and second daughter--aceline paulette larson.
by this time, zinnia had already started dancing and playing the piano. she was going through the up and down stages of severe discomfort in her own skin and a really low self-esteem when her daddy disappeared one night and all of a sudden she and little van were being dragged in and out of courtrooms and being spoiled to death by their rivaling parents.
the divorce was finally settled, and the three kids were set to be bouncing between homes until their eighteenth birthdays. zinnia, now past her middle school stage of anorexia fuled by her insistence that neither of her parents loved her and she wasn't good enough and of course that's why they split, grew tired of her matronly flower name. upset that she was the only member of the quincy-larson family without a three letter name, she began trying to go by "zin". obviously, that was a dumb name, and it didn't stick. she went back to zinnia.
her senior year of high school, zinnia met the man she thought was the man of her dreams. it was like jan and ric all over again. he attended a community college in the city, as he hadn't been accepted to any of the universities he'd applied to. her freshman year of college, zinnia met another man--the real man of her dreams, though she didn't realize it at the time--who quickly became her best friend. they became instant friends, really, and after she told him a story one day about constantly mistaking her Qs for Ps and therefore always making her initials "zip", she gained a new nickname. three letters, simply adorable, and.. well.. it just fit her. she was a zip. zip didn't know it, but this best friend of hers--a talented painter and aspiring journalist--was slowly falling in love with her.
she was still dating that loser at community college. her senior year of college, she got pregnant with said loser's baby. she'd been slowly figuring out--with her best friend's help, of course--that he was a total douchebag, and she broke up with him almost as soon as she found out she was pregnant. but when he asked.. she told him.. she was going to have a baby. he instantly flipped out, claiming that she couldn't just steal his kid away from him like that.
so zip did the only thing she could think of to do.. she lied. she told that loser that it wasn't his baby--it was her best friend's. and that he was a giant community college screw-up and didn't deserve to be in her life anyway! just a few weeks before her due date, after zip asked her best friend to be in the room to hold her hand as she had this little boy that was inside of her, he told her that he loved her. she was, of course, completely head-over-heels for him, as well--and it was real this time. they began dating, she had her son, he swore to stand by her and raise this little boy as if it really were his own.
shortly after leo's first birthday--he just had to have a three-letter nickname, as per the family tradition--zip's former-best-friend-and-now-boyfriend, asked her to marry him. of course, she accepted. zip had been offered a job in an upper-east-side high school, and she couldn't say no. her fiance began working at the local newspaper part-time, using the rest of his time to paint, and they began the wedding plans. so far, no one has yet to set a date. zip is hoping she won't get cold feet--after all, she's yet to see love really work out--but she knows she loves this man and does want to spend the rest of her life with him--undoubtedly.
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ooc name: daphne.
pb being used: kristen bell.
years of experience: lots.
membergroup: citizen.
millie had always been a worrier. minus the large section of her life where she was basically an emotional vegetable, void of all feeling. with therapy, though, millie had eventually gone back to the motherly figure she'd always been meant to be. even on the playground as a child, before she lost her parents, millie was the one people went to when they fell and hurt themselves. later in life, she was the one on school camping trips that kept band-aids in her back pack, just in case. when she heard someone was sick or injured, she'd go visit them and bring them soup or sweets, just to make them feel better. and when she didn't act on her motherly instincts? she destroyed herself with guilt. what if something happened to them? did she want her last memory of anyone to be negative? did she want their last memory of her to be negative? see. paranoid. the poor girl was basically destined to be a mother. no one else acted like that. every day, you don't see normal high schoolers carrying a mini first aid kit in their purse. millie always did, though. when one of her friends (or a friend of one of her friends) came running up to her begging for midol or other assorted "lady products", millie would always be prepared. they always knew who to turn to. she kept a few basic neccesities and a gps system and an emergency cell phone battery charger in her car, just in case. after all, what if she got stuck on the side of the road and her phone was dead? what if she got lost? there were a million things that could happen. millie wanted to be prepared for all of them.
because of this innate paranoia for everyone and everything, obviously millie had been worrying herself sick over nate bradford for the past few days. they used to be best friends. she wanted to think they still were. but when millie faced the truth, she knew they could never really be friends. she didn't want to associate herself with people who were throwing their lives away. she just couldn't be friends with someone like nathaniel bradford. oh, but it just wasn't that easy. millie loved nate! in a best friend sort of fashion, of course. but regardless, she really cared about him and couldn't just abandon him, even if he did constantly choose drugs over his best friend. the sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll lifestyle was fine for some people. millie just didn't want anything to do with it. but...as strong as her morals were, millie couldn't just abandon her best friend. she wouldn't. so, no matter how much he ignored her, rejected her, hated her, she wouldn't let him go down alone. he meant too much to the poor little blonde. she would wait for him. she would always be there, no matter how much it hurt for her to see him fall like this. millie was just like that. it had to have been...what, maybe three days? four? since she'd heard from nate. longer since she'd seen him. the poor girl was about to worry herself into a stroke when his name finally popped up on the screen of her cell phone. millie had been sprawled lazily across her bed, plucking absently at the guitar in her lap, when her phone rang from across the room. as it always had for the past few days, millie's heart sped up when she heard the familiar ringing. but this time, it was a song she hadn't heard in a while. nate's ringtone.
pushing the guitar off her lap and jumping off the bed, millie bounded across the little room to grab the phone off of her window seat, sitting down and hitting the green call button. "nate!" she breathed, her heart still thumping. "nate, you're alive, thank god." millie smiled into the phone at the sound of her best friend's voice, leaning against the window with a sigh of relief. well, he didn't sound good. at all. but wind blew across the speaker, so it was obvious he was outside. or at least had a window open. that was good. that was healthy. when he asked her to come to the campus to hang out, millie couldn't possibly have been more relieved. "sure, of course. i'll meet you there in twenty, okay? don't move a muscle. see you soon, nate," millie said softly into the speaker, smiling as she hit the end key and dropped her phone onto the window seat cushion. shuffling quickly into her bathroom, millie examined herself in the mirror. it was already early afternoon, and she'd already showered and taken care of her wildly curly blonde locks, so it wouldn't take long to get ready. peeling off her sweats and tank top, millie pulled on a plain white hanes v-neck and a pair of dark skinny jeans, tossing the old clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. the girl quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and re-applied some make up, grabbing her purse on the way out the door. luckily, millie had never been very high-maitenence. it just didn't take much to make her happy. she didn't need exceptionally nice things. she could deal with what she had.
as she pulled her bedroom door shut behind her, millie was instantly greeted by a tiny bouncy blonde girl, jumping up and down and holding her arms up to the older girl. millie laughed, picking her little sister up in her arms and carrying her down the stairs. "what do you think you're doing, tiny?" millie pretended to scold her as the little girl pulled at her long blonde curls. clementine nelson, affectionately known as "tiny" to her big sister, simply smiled, continuing to tug gently at millie's curls. millie carried her sister into the kitchen, sitting her on the counter and making her way to the fridge to grab some sustinence. once she had a bagel in one hand and a sippy cup in the other, millie stepped back across the kitchen, her TOMS padding softly across the hardwood floors. "here, tiny," she offered, handing the small child the bottle of cranapple juice. tiny happily took the juice, sipping at it as millie finished the bagel in her hand, grabbing a bottle of water for herself. "mom's in her studio, okay? so say hi to her, and tell her i'm going to go meet nate at the park, okay?" tiny nodded, sliding off the counter and bounding out of the kitchen, her thin, naturally straight blonde hair flowing out behind her. millie laughed lightly to herself. for two sisters that weren't related at all, they really did look very similar. grabbing the keys to her jeep from the hook by the door, millie stepped outside. wow. for january, it had to be...what, sixty or so degrees? it was incredibly mild outside. that was...surprising. looked to her like dublin was suddenly turning into oklahoma with its constant weather mood swings. millie pulled out of her driveway and was at the school campus within ten minutes. as much as she loved living in a real house, it did take forever to get anywhere in the city. she parked on the street once she caught sight of nate, sprawled out on the grass on the university campus. "you know you look like a homeless man, don't you?" the girl joked as she lay down next to nate, smiling up at the surprisingly clear blue sky.
