Post by RHIAN LENOIRE on Jul 18, 2012 2:56:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]MELIMUS PRIME FULL NAME: Rhian Leah Lenoire ALIAS: Rhi DATE OF BIRTH: 03/11/1989 AGE: 22 OCCUPATION: Photographer SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PLAY BY: Rhiannon Fish TOURIST [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]personality Well, I've been told I'm pretty damned smart in the past. And I suppose it's true enough. I've also been called flighty, but that's not really how I see it. I'm a pretty free spirit though, at the heart of it all. If I want to do something, I do it. I've always been a bit of an adventurous one. The kind of artsy girl that speaks in riddles and makes a game of most everything. I guess that's where they get the flighty thing... But really, it's more than that. I'm young. I want to live. I want to experience life to the fullest and enjoy it. And that's what I'm doing. [/style]My passions? Well... I'm definitely not your average girl by any means. Yeah, I guess I'd call myself a bit outdoorsy. It's just the way that I am. I'm also very interested in photography. I guess it's one of the reasons I do enjoy traveling so much. And I think I picked that up from my parents primarily. They tend to enjoy going to different locations across the country when the mood takes them. My father's an atmospheric scientist. Meaning he enjoys studying the sky, more or less. So yeah... I got dragged around the country in the summer to experience the 'thrill' of tropical storms and various climates and things of the sort. So I do have an appreciation for storm watching. I'm usually fairly outgoing, but in a subdued kind of way, if that makes any sense... I'm the kind of girl that sees something she wants and goes after it, but does it in subtle ways. I'm not overly obvious. I'd much prefer making friends with someone for their intellect and ability to keep up with my nature than I would for the simple fact that we talk about the same things. Call me a hippy, but I'm all about a deeper connection. What can I say? My friendships have to span the country... literally. When it comes to my personal life... well... I have someone already. Someone that means the world to me. Well... I guess it's two someones now really... There's Dean... my fiance and, as cheesy as it sounds, the love of my life... and then there's this little one growing inside my tummy even as we speak. There's no doubt in my mind that I love the both of them with all of my heart. [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]physical description I'm pretty damned short, actually. I'm only 5'3". A shrimp. And I'm fairly petite. I can't help the genes though... I have long, dark brown hair and brown eyes to go with it, though my eyes, I have to admit, aren't that boring, bland shade of brown. They're like... a deep honey brown. I don't mind them in the least, really. No tattoos. No real birth marks or anything of the sort that are notable. I'm pretty plain jane in that department and I'm okay with it... though I admit... I am thinking about the possibility of a tattoo in the future. We'll see though. [/style]When it comes to personal style... I'm not the kind of girl who needs to dress up everywhere she goes. I'm comfortable in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and that's what I'll wear. In the summer time it's normally cut off jeans and a tank top, kind of thing. Nothing too crazy and out of the norm for any girl my age, really. I like stuff I can move around in and get into trouble in without fear of how I'm going to get the hell away. [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]history Well, I was originally born in Nevada. My father's always been interested in Atmospheric Science and my mother, to a lesser degree, worked along side him. It was how they met. They shared a passion for science and made sure that I was always well informed growing up, but they encouraged me to choose my own path, really. I appreciated that fact and the fact that I wasn't being pressured to do something that I really had no desire to do at the heart of it. [/style]But, I admit, we moved around a lot. Not usually during the school season unless something major came up, but for the most part, we stayed stationary through the school year and traveled throughout the summer. We wound up setting up roots, however, in Detroit, Hawaii, California, North Dakota, Florida and Texas... All over the place. I spent the summers constantly on the road, chasing storms with my parents and, during calmer summers, vacationing with my parents in various parts of the country. I was always kind of a wild child, I admit. My parents taught me to be a free spirit and I embraced it whole-heartedly, much to their dismay a good portion of the time. The summer before I turned 14 I met a boy at a concert. I had snuck out of the hotel room late at night to get to the concert, not far off. I wound up meeting this guy there... It started off as a friendship... we holed up for two days... got to really know one another. It was pretty intense, the things we shared with one another at such a young age but... he listened to me and I listened to him. He was intelligent and genuinely a good guy... But he'd been through a lot. I could see it and seeing what he'd been through... god... it killed me... I left him on the third day of having known him... My parents were packing up and shipping off again, but I knew I'd be back in a month, when my father would have to hand in his findings to a localized research facility. So I left him a note before I left with a latitude and longitude... coordinates as to where he could find me. I told him it was round one and hoped to god that he'd give chase. And he did. The second time we met was even more intense than the first. I had no idea what I was doing with a boy. No clue. I was still so young, but I knew that falling asleep next to him... letting him hold me... it felt right. All of it just felt right. I knew him better than I felt I knew myself already. And we repeated the process again. Rather poetic in a way. Three days and I was gone again, with another latitude and longitude left behind for him. He's a tricky guy and I knew... I knew that keeping him interested was going to take a bit of work... Regardless of how much I wanted to push things forward. The third time we met, we finally wound up sleeping together. It was the first time I'd ever slept with any boy before. I was only sixteen... I'm pretty sure he knew it. No way was he a virgin. I was awkward... unsure... self-conscious. And what girl at that age wouldn't be? I'm not entirely sure I'd still be completely comfortable with it today for the simple fact that... Well... he's still been the only man ever to know me that way. Maybe I'm a fool for waiting around and waiting up for him... and don't get me wrong... I've tried to force myself to head down that path with other men but it just never happens... I feel like I'd be betraying him... Which... given the next phase in our little game is probably idiotic of me. The fourth time we met, we wound up in an argument. Come to think of it, I don't even remember what the hell it was all about... But at the end of it, I left the coordinates, thinking that some time for him to cool off would be a good idea... And I slipped in a second set of coordinates and a time... Just in case he needed more time than expected... I was glad I did, at first... because he didn't show the first time around. And no matter how many times I told myself that it didn't matter... it did. It hurt like hell that he didn't show. And what hurt even more was the fact that, for some reason, I felt like I was the one who had let him down. When the date for the second set of coordinates came up... I was up to my ass in trouble... I had been out snapping photos one day when I stumbled upon something I really shouldn't have... I caught something on my camera that someone really didn't want to go public. It started with threatening phone calls. I packed up and left home. Left my parents behind and just kept moving. It killed me not being able to show up for him. It killed me knowing that he probably thought the worst of me, but there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that I could do. They caught up to me eventually... they destroyed my camera equipment and all of the computer equipment along with it. Everything... Gone. I thought they'd leave me alone after that.... I packed everything up and finally headed for the last coordinates that I left... I don't know what God was looking out for me or what kind of luck I was afforded, but he was still there. He was still there waiting for me. We vowed that neither of us were going anywhere. We're both adults now. I'm not leaving. We're engaged... expecting a baby in March. Things have never been so damned good for me and yet... I can't help but wonder if I've seen the last of those goons... |
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