IP: 68.38.112.153
Posted on April 29, 2010 at 07:58:25 AM by a e r o n
name: AERON COLIBRIOMBRE
gender: female persuasion appearence: delicate soft curls of lustrous brown fall past her shoulders. she stands at only 3'8", aeron is petite and small-boned. she stares at the world with big green eyes, and oh her olive colored skin. she must be greek. defects: high electricity makes her faint, such as thunderstorms. low humidity causes mood swings. she's sensitive to nature age: eightteen extra: she's incredibly weird player name: oakie discovery: rumaging around on advertising boards on various websites. sample: (recycled) Lemon. Lemon Lemon Lemon Lemon. Lemon Falter, bitch. Get it right. She’s the best thing you’ll never know. That’s what you think! No, no Chompie. Shush. I’m trying to intimidate people here. Lemon thinks with green, talks with blue. Literally. That other italicized voice? That’s Chompie. Chompie is the shark that resides in Lemon’s head, he’s a bit of an arrogant asshole, and sometimes he tells her to do some not very nice things. But that’s okay. He’s really nice otherwise. The only problem Lemon has is no one else sees or hears him, and then they assume she’s crazy. Probably she is crazy, but who the hell would want to admit their crazy, besides a sane normal person? New store. New start. This store will never work. I don’t even know how you’re still alive. You’re a vampire, but you’re a vegan. What the fuck is up with that? Stupid vegan vampire.” Well Chompie. . . that wasn’t very nice. Fuck what’s nice. Chompie stop being a dickface. I’m opening my shop and the least you can do is contribute some of your seafood recipes. Here’s a seafood recipe for you—See food, eat food. There, I’m done. That was a bitch ass suckface recipe Chompie. I know you can do better. Right now, Lemon was talking in her head to Sir Chompie III as she turned the key into the restaurant door. Her body language didn’t give way at all to the fact that she was having a conversation with a shark. In her head. Lemon spun the key in the door, dragging it open with her fragile little bones. Well, fragile looking little bones. Because of the whole vampire thing, she wasn’t really fragile. Smiling, Lemon ignored the stupid voice in the front of her cerebral cortex and walked into her new store. It was drab and depressing, but what could she expect? It was after all, formerly owned by another vampire. Lemon shrugged, letting her blue and green eyes scope out the floor for dirt. She’d have to clean it up first, get some waitresses, order some stock. Paint the place. Whatever, she’d leave the door open for visitors. Who the fuck would want to visit you? Why the fuck do you care? Maybe because I’m part of you, and if some fucked up rapist wants to fuck you, I have to see it. Or you could bite his ass. Get the fuck out of my head. With that, Sir Chompie materialized in front of her. Or so she thought. It was the combination of active imagination and schizophrenia. Sighing, Lemon got to work, sweeping and cleaning things. Taking stock of what the previous restaurant left behind. Finally wiped out from her conversations with Chompie and working out, she sat in a chair backwards, her crotch nearly gyrating the back of the chair. She rested her head on her pale, slim arms as she looked at Chompie, who was giving the place a second once-over. It’s not bad, I suppose. ”Well, I’m glad you approve.” When Chompie comes out of her head and into person like an imaginary friend, she talks to him out loud. Sometimes it scares people, other times it just makes them want to be around her more and listen to her crazy talk. Especially when she argues with him. Letting out a woosh of air, she sipped on a water she had put on the table before she started her work, and waited to see if someone would come in and check the place out, maybe visit her. Maybe some hot stranger she could get with. Who the hell, in their right mind, would want to get with you? ”Lot’s of people, that’s who.” Lemon scoffed, scowling at Chompie. . . . just to explain. yellow is Lemon speaking, and italic is chompie, and black is lemon's thoughts. she was a schizo with an imaginary shark friend that she spoke to. I plan on having Aerons personality resemble Lemons. |