Post by joelle may brady on Sept 3, 2010 17:12:58 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
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[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]allow me to introduce myself. i am joelle may brady and i am twenty-one. last time i checked, i was female. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder is eisoptrophobia. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am five feet four inches tall and weigh around 134 pounds. some people say i resemble sophia bush, but i just don't see it. anyway, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] black hair, brown eyes, bright smile w/ white teeth, flawless skin, curvy, dimples, mole on right cheek
name joelle may brady
nicknamejo, elle, may
general appearance
sexuality[/i] straight
birthday october 30, 1989
distinguishing features[/i] no piercings; two hidden tattoos
likes[/i] reading, writing, laughing, smiling, dogs, talking, listening, greasy food, gossiping, having fun, dancing, singing, men, alcohol, partying
dislikes[/i] mirrors, reflections, cats, bitches, sitting still, being bored, being locked up, being treated like a little girl, not being able to go anywhere
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personality ,
[/font][/center][/i] eisoptrophobia, the fear of mirrors/reflections
patient's mental disorders / disabilities
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i] besides the fact that joelle is afraid of mirrors/reflections, shes a perfectly normal girl. she doesnt have any other problems. if she were to ever see a mirror, she would start to hyperventilate. then she would have a panic attack. and then she would probably pass out, although shes never gotten past panic attacks.
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background information ,
[/center][/font][/i][/i] martha ann brady, mother, 42
family member names
jackson joe brady, father, deceased
juliett marie brady, sister, 18
comprehensive history[/i] so joelle was born in nyc, ny. shes the oldest of her family, so she wasnt really used to being pampered. but that was how she liked it. she didnt want to be bothered...she would prefer to disappear into her bedroom and listen to music and read or write. her parents were very happy and probably relieved with how mellow of a child they had because their youngest daughter was a lot of trouble.
but joelle hasnt always been afraid of mirrors or anything that gives off a reflection. when she was fourteen, shed been home alone with her father. he was downstairs working and she was upstairs listening to her music. her music was loud enough that she couldnt hear anything going on downstairs. she didnt hear someone kick down their front door. she didnt hear someone stab her father time and time again until he was well past dead. she didnt hear the person write on a mirror in the home office. she didnt hear the person leave. so she got quite a surprise when she went downstairs to ask her father a question, and he was lying on the ground, stabbed to death.
the mirror read "i was the only witness." it scared the hell out of joelle. she was crying and shaken when her mother and young sister came home. from then on, joelle could no longer look at herself in a mirror or anything that gave off a reflection. it started out as a minor fear until she grew older. then it became a horrible, irrational fear, and she began having panic attacks. joelle was aware that her fear was irrational and stupid, but that didnt stop her from being scared. one time, her panic attacks escalated so much so that her mother began looking up mental institutions in hopes that her daughter could be cured. that was when joelle was nineteen. shes been stuck in the place for two years, and neither her mother nor her sister visit her.
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behind the mask ,
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hi my name is solara and i am twenty years old. last time i checked, i'm a girl. i've been rping for ten years and i love it. i found this site through caution 2.0 and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in eastern us time and i will be on pretty much everday i currently have this shiny new character and a brand new car. you can contact me through pm or by email at solara.sun@gmail.com i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!Joelle Brady's hand wrapped around the half-filled mug filled with a dark brown amber liquid. She lifted the glass and put it to her lips, inhaling the scent of the alcohol as it flowed down her throat. Slowly, she put the glass back down on the bar. Joelle was the only girl in the whole enitre tavern, but did that stop her? No. Joelle talked and drank like a man, although it was an act to rebel against her parents. She was actually a proper lady who knew how to drink properly and how to properly care for herself.
But that was the exact kind of life Joelle didn't want. She wanted to be able to live like one of the boys, basically. Her mother had insisted that Joelle sit properly, eat food properly, etc etc. And it was constant scolding; everytime Joelle messed up, she wasn't allowed to forget about it. All this was to try to turn Joelle 'proper'; all her parents succeeded in doing was making her more rebellious. She would sneak out at night to walk the town of Port Royal. She would go down to the ships and admire the workmanship. Anything that would piss her parents off was on Joelle's to-do list. Eventually, her parents set her up in an arranged marriage, and she wasn't particularly happy about that. Joelle started planning to run away. And then along came Logan. She remembered the night they met as if it were yesterday...
Joelle had snuck out of her house and was just walking around, looking at the stars. She was dressed in a white ruffly blouse, brown knickers, and a pair of her father's best leather boots. Her hair was down and flowing in the breeze. She had dressed that way because she had always been fascinated with the idea of being a pirate, and although she had never seen one, she imagined they looked like a scruffier version of her then current state. She'd been about to enter a tavern just to see what it looked like (she'd never been in one before) when a man stopped her. He was wondering what a woman like herself was doing out alone. At first, Joelle had been afraid, but then she'd realized the man was no harm. They got to talking, and she found out his name was Logan and that he was an apprentice. She told him that she was being forced into a marriage to a guy who was twice her age.
Logan hadn't agreed, and so they began planning how they were going to run away. As Joelle began sneaking out more and more to see Logan, the more she began to fall in love with him. By the time Logan had enlisted the help of his brother and his ship, Joelle had known who she wanted to marry: Logan. He was just as in love with her as she was with him. The plan was that they would get to Tortuga, far out of reach of the law, and they would be able to wed there. But the problem was that neither Joelle nor Logan had money to spend on even the cheapest of weddings.
And so, a year and a half later, at the age of twenty-five, Joelle found herself still on the island of Tortuga with no husband. If they were going to be able to raise enough money for their marriage, Logan had to go work for his pirate brother...which meant that Logan himself would become a pirate. Joelle found it very exciting that she was soon to wed a pirate, having dreamt her whole life of just being able to meet one. She didn't mind that she was stuck in a ratty tavern with a roof that leaked when it rained, or that she hadn't been able to bathe on a daily basis. Or even the fact that she was living in the basement of an old gypsy woman. As long as Logan was going to return to her, she would stand through it all.
Joelle spent most of her nights like this one: at the tavern, drinking away the time in her tattered clothes and boots. She never had to pay for her ale because the old bartender thought she was pretty enough to deserve free drinks. And besides, all she had to do was shake what her momma had given her in order to get what she wanted, right? It didn't matter that everything Joelle was doing at the moment went against her very morals and beliefs, right?
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