Post by xxsimplyxwhackxx on Aug 22, 2008 22:50:58 GMT -5
Brylliance Love:: is presented by
xxsimplyxwhackxx, who's been roleplaying for 4 years and is 15 years old. xsimplyxwhackxx currently only plays Brylliance on Breaking Chains.
xxsimplyxwhackxx, who's been roleplaying for 4 years and is 15 years old. xsimplyxwhackxx currently only plays Brylliance on Breaking Chains.
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate reads Evolett Baylee White
But You Better Call Me Brylliance Love
I've Seen the World For 21 years
As I've Been Around Since November 11th
Making Myself Known As a writer and philosopher
I Classify As aFemale Human
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
Brylliance stands at approximately 5 feet, 7 inches, and weighs in at a slender 110. Her head is veiled by raven tresses, that reaches mid-back, with glinting, deep crimson highlights. Her long bangs are always falling over her eyes, which are her dominating features. Her right iris is a deep cerulean while her left is a shimmering emerald. Below the emerald pool, slashed across her high cheek bone, is a moderate-sized scar, running horizontally; the result of a minor accident.
Her skin is pale, though still radiates a warm glow, wrapped around a small frame that gives her a delicate and fragile appearance, though she is far from such. Petite shoulders give way to thin arms, leading to small hands ending in long, slender fingers. Her legs are lean, supporting her slim figure, with the help of her dainty feet.
She is usually clad with a pair of battered, ragged blue jeans, small holes and frays here and there. A fitted, long-sleeved shirt of some kind is always worn, for she is seemingly always cold. Also, most times, she wears a black, hooded, jacket, light in material, though she will take it off if she feels warm enough, or comfortable enough, to do so. When the time calls for her to wear shoes, she will wear nothing else but her old, black and white Converse.
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N What I've Done ◊
Brylliance Love...her story is one that strays from the realms of normality. 'What makes it so different?', you may ask. Well, lets start from the beginning.
Evolett BayleeWhite. This was the name bestowed upon a particular baby girl born to Charles and Lily White on a frosty November night. She was to become a debutant, another fine addition to the White family tree. Of course the Whites were thrilled, as any couple would be on a date such as this. But still, they couldn’t deny he haunting feeling that their daughter was out of the ordinary. These premonitions were only comforted when Evolett’s paper-thin eyelids slid open for the first time to reveal 2 different colored, bright eyes.
It was apparent as the years wore on that Evolett’s rare eye coloring was not the only curious aspect about her as she grew up in London, England. She was far apart from the other girls she was obliged to associate with,- through her exalted schooling- because of her distinctive persona. Her appearance differed from the rest -routinely smudged, often torn clothing from spontaneous exploring and deliberately tousled raven locks-, as did her personality , which was, to say the least, unique. But perhaps Evolett’s biggest dissimilarity from the high society she struggled to thrive in, was her repulsion and rejection to the wealth she was so often smothered in.
Evolett’s parents spent countless dollars on her, and, quite frankly, she hated it. She dejected the money spent on her to send her to the most prestigious girls’ boarding school in England, a place she would relate to as a prison. Her distaste for the school drove her parents to whisk more money away for private tutoring. They hired Europe’s most educated, who were often referred by Evolett as ’pompous cows that have fooled themselves into believing they know the things of this world’, to teach their misfit daughter. Alongside tutoring, Evolett attended etiquette lessons, depleting the Whites’ wealth once more, in her parents hopes it would break her rebellious, tomboyish spirit. But to no avail: Evolett refused to become another well-mannered clone.
When teacher after teacher resigned, fed up with Evolett’s resistance to listen to their preaching, and every instructor could tolerate her free spirit any longer, the White’s began losing hope for their eccentric wreck of a daughter. Though they had one last prayer, to save Evolett, not to mention their reputation, from social suicide.
A coming-out party. Of course! Evolett’s parents were positive that this would be the end of her rebellion, the end of their troubles. They reasoned with her, that this would be the chance for her to make up for past mistakes, and finally become the formal, woman they longed for her to be. For once in her life, she agreed; this indeed would be the chance…
It was the night of her gala, her entrance was announced, and the public was waiting, only to be disappointed, for their star would not appear. She, Evolett Baylee White, age 16, was aboard a train; fleeing the country, running from the only thing she’d ever known, out to find herself, and never looking back.
After traveling for days, the emancipated Evolett came to encounter a peculiar, elderly man, who she had noticed had traveled cross country for days, as she had. She came to find that his name was Horoshimo, a philosopher, scholar, writer and, at best, a genius. Evolett immediately admired him; his flow of reasoning, his views of life, his surreal literature. Having traveled already for so long together, the 2 decided to remain together, the royal reject and the quiet intellect, drifting to wherever their imagination took them. Evolett learned more from this stranger than she had dreamed possible during their travels of the world, his values and teachings shaping her, helping her to find her place, and she believed that she had found herself. And in turn, she had taught the aged man the lessons only an innocent child could teach.
Their journey ended, however, in Japan, where a long life had finally taken its toll on Horoshimo, leaving Evolett behind, but not alone, for she had his wisdom and teachings to carry her through the years. She carried on his legacy, by living by his ways, helping others as he had helped her, writing the words he had taught her, and honoring his last words with her very name.
Evolett, now Brylliance Love, remained in Japan long enough for the Kira incidents to begin. She immediately took an immense interest in the game of cat-and-mouse between the elusive Kira and the mysterious detective known as L. That spark of interest flamed into a mission for Brylliance: to follow the case, to take records through the works of writing, and ultimately, relay to future generations the story of the greatest occurrence ever to happen in the history of mankind. She now dedicates her being to this goal, silently following the case as closely as she possibly can, scribing every detail, letting speculation, observation, and imagination guide her pen.
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N Take a Look ◊
How to describe Brylliance…
A sensitive soul, wise beyond her years. Reserved and kind, she wouldn’t hesitate to give aid to someone who needed it. Just and passionate, she stands up for what she believes in, and doesn’t back down. With an understanding mind, she seems to be able to identify with any stranger she meets.
Curiosity drives her to be rather observant. Anger, through the years, has become somewhat foreign for her, and she refuses to hate, though she holds a rather hefty distaste for spiders. She is accepting and non-judgmental, friendly and kind. Quietly humorous, and highly impressionable, when she abandons her aloofness.
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at
Writing
Being able to help a stranger psychiatrically
Though you may win at
Anything having to do with numbers
Quick thinking
I Like
Thinking
Observing
Chocolate Fudge Pop Tarts
Music
Being alone
Being barefoot
Twilight
The moon/stars
I Don't
Peanut butter
Large crowds
Being told what to do/who to be
Being rushed
Being cold
Containment
Keep Away
spiders and immorality,
Abilities
Decent artist
Weapons none
Alliance Neutral [for the time being]
Extra none
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N Show and Tell ◊
“All these years…” he thought sentimentally. “She‘s grown so much.”
A gasping, though silent, breath escaped his cold, chapped lips as he pondered his last reflections in his vast mind. He could remember the fateful day they met, how that train ride changed both of their lives forever.
She was a phenomenon in herself; tall, lanky and sinister in appearance, as she shrouded herself in a long, dark cloak, concealing her face.
Yes, she was different, it was apparent as she boarded the train. Like a shadow, she drifted down the aisle, and seated herself silently on a cushioned seat, sitting silently, as a ghost would. Her face remained hidden behind a velvet curtain, even as the heavy engine began pulling its long trail of carts away from the station. But then, she spontaneously flipped the shady hood back, the mysterious atmosphere that had settled gradually disappearing. Her eyes flashed towards the wide train window past an elderly man, both shades shining with anxiousness, towards the road she had been slinking down minutes ago. His own eyes drifted to where hers were staring intently, There, on the damp gravel, lay an abandoned formal dress, and just before the boulevard was to be lost from sight, the glow from an open door fell upon the gown as people dashed frantically out of a large estate.
The man looked back at the dark haired girl as the road drifted from sight. She wore a smile that reached from ear to ear; a triumphant, liberated grin. She took her gaze from the window to let her eyes meet that of the man. In that split second, he saw her potential, her spirit, her heart. She forced her eyes from his piercing stare to her own window at her side, though she snuck curious glances at him from time to time as the train raced along the tracks.
She woke a time later from an unplanned slumber to find the same man staring fixedly at her. She raised an eyebrow, curiosity swarming in her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but his light voice interrupted.
“Where are you going?” he asked, with an unintended friendly, luring charm.
She pondered this in her mind, for she had not really known where she was going. “No where in particular,” she answered.
A small grin broke out on the kind man’s face.
“In that, we are the same.”
Involuntarily, a crooked, unsure smile spread out across the girl’s porcelain face, as they continued to talk the night away.
Before either of them knew, hours turned to days, and days to months, and months to years, their feet walking the earth, soaking in knowledge with every step they took. He learned the lessons of a child, and she, with his help, found herself; he could see it. But could she? How her compassion flourished with each passing day, her spirit grow wise with time, and her understanding expand to the horizons.
Did she, even after all these years, still feel lost?
He took her young hands in his own weathered ones, and the dark eyes of an owl met seas of sparkling green and blue.
“You…have been searching all your life…for who you are..” his cracking voice started. The grown, raven-haired beauty stayed silent.
“Have you not found yourself?” The question was to be left unanswered.
“You know who you are…”
The tired Horoshimo let his eyes flutter closed, recalling Evolett’s intelligent theories, that always seemed to intertwine with his own. Her vibrant, extraordinary views of the life she lived. She was a genius in her ways, gifted with an astounding heart, mind and soul. She was…
“And you are brilliant.”
With this, the man turned on his weary heels, and began his trek over the hills towards the temples that loomed in the distance.
The man wore a permanent smile, as he crossed the land to his final resting place.
She was found.
And he was home.
A gasping, though silent, breath escaped his cold, chapped lips as he pondered his last reflections in his vast mind. He could remember the fateful day they met, how that train ride changed both of their lives forever.
She was a phenomenon in herself; tall, lanky and sinister in appearance, as she shrouded herself in a long, dark cloak, concealing her face.
Yes, she was different, it was apparent as she boarded the train. Like a shadow, she drifted down the aisle, and seated herself silently on a cushioned seat, sitting silently, as a ghost would. Her face remained hidden behind a velvet curtain, even as the heavy engine began pulling its long trail of carts away from the station. But then, she spontaneously flipped the shady hood back, the mysterious atmosphere that had settled gradually disappearing. Her eyes flashed towards the wide train window past an elderly man, both shades shining with anxiousness, towards the road she had been slinking down minutes ago. His own eyes drifted to where hers were staring intently, There, on the damp gravel, lay an abandoned formal dress, and just before the boulevard was to be lost from sight, the glow from an open door fell upon the gown as people dashed frantically out of a large estate.
The man looked back at the dark haired girl as the road drifted from sight. She wore a smile that reached from ear to ear; a triumphant, liberated grin. She took her gaze from the window to let her eyes meet that of the man. In that split second, he saw her potential, her spirit, her heart. She forced her eyes from his piercing stare to her own window at her side, though she snuck curious glances at him from time to time as the train raced along the tracks.
She woke a time later from an unplanned slumber to find the same man staring fixedly at her. She raised an eyebrow, curiosity swarming in her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but his light voice interrupted.
“Where are you going?” he asked, with an unintended friendly, luring charm.
She pondered this in her mind, for she had not really known where she was going. “No where in particular,” she answered.
A small grin broke out on the kind man’s face.
“In that, we are the same.”
Involuntarily, a crooked, unsure smile spread out across the girl’s porcelain face, as they continued to talk the night away.
Before either of them knew, hours turned to days, and days to months, and months to years, their feet walking the earth, soaking in knowledge with every step they took. He learned the lessons of a child, and she, with his help, found herself; he could see it. But could she? How her compassion flourished with each passing day, her spirit grow wise with time, and her understanding expand to the horizons.
Did she, even after all these years, still feel lost?
He took her young hands in his own weathered ones, and the dark eyes of an owl met seas of sparkling green and blue.
“You…have been searching all your life…for who you are..” his cracking voice started. The grown, raven-haired beauty stayed silent.
“Have you not found yourself?” The question was to be left unanswered.
“You know who you are…”
The tired Horoshimo let his eyes flutter closed, recalling Evolett’s intelligent theories, that always seemed to intertwine with his own. Her vibrant, extraordinary views of the life she lived. She was a genius in her ways, gifted with an astounding heart, mind and soul. She was…
“And you are brilliant.”
With this, the man turned on his weary heels, and began his trek over the hills towards the temples that loomed in the distance.
The man wore a permanent smile, as he crossed the land to his final resting place.
She was found.
And he was home.
Note:
My apologies for taking so long to get this up.
I've been pretty busy lately and have had absolutely horrid writers block.
Which leads me to apologize once again if this application has taken on the form of a...novel =\
I sort of had a...writing explosion...
*nervous laugh*
Anyways, hope this will suffice.
