Georgiana Mary Grace Williams

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Georgiana Williams

17. Human You gotta' go be gay for that poor, dead intern. BASICS Character full name: Georgiana Mary Grace Williams Nick name or alias: GG, Will, Anna, Georgi Height: 5' 7" Body type: Curvy Age: 17 Gender: Female PERSONALITY: I'm a nice person most of the time, but if you get under my skin I get downright ugly. I have these horrible mood swings, which makes me lash out at people, even though sometimes I don't want to. In elementary and middle school, I was an extrovert. High school you ask? Very, very introverted. I bottle up all my anger and worries, and they explode at that one unlucky person that happened to sneeze the wrong way. I'm stressed about everything constantly, worried about my life, confused all the time, and mentally unstable continuously.   FRIENDS AND FAMILY: Parents: Monica(Dead) and Nick(Probably drunk in a ditch or somewhere). Siblings: George, who died three years before I was born Extended Family: A couple uncles in Ireland or somewhere. Important Others: None. HISTORY: Times were always hard for me. I was named after my dead brother, who was always somehow the favorite. When I was 11, my mother died in a car crash. My dad took to alcohol, and discarded me like a used paper napkin. He didn't kick me out until I was 16, but I kinda had it coming to me, I set the couch on fire(don't ask). He wasn't very fatherly to me after my mom died, he did keep bringing hookers and sluts from the bar he worked at home every night. I had to be in my room by eleven, and lights off by one-thirty, because he didn't want his hooker friends to know he had a young daughter. So I was out on the streets at 16, alone, no money and no relatives that actually wanted me. So I became what I hated. The hookers my father was so fond of. It was the only way to get money, because in good ol' America, you need a house to get a job, and a job to get a house. So that left me with the motel rooms the guys had bought for me for the night, and youth hostels. It was there when I discovered my first 'monster'. A vampire I was bunk mates with. Oh, rapture! Finally something to do other than middle aged married guys who's wives had let themselves go. But naturally I had to make sure she was a vampire. So when she left for the night, I followed her. At a distance, I saw her pull a scrawny freshman into an alley and attack. I came in with a wooden stake, which I got from a park we passed, and stabbed her. It sent a thrill down my spine, and suddenly, I wanted this. This life, this world, this thrill, this high I got. I ran off, got my stuff from the hostel, and figuratively walked away into the sunset. EXTRA INFORMATION: I get migraines, but instead of the usual sparkly stuff, it's pictures, visions of people, places, and things. I used to hate them, and I still do, but they are helpful. I've saved countless people from reckless cars because I had a vision of them going splat.  I was an inpatient in a mental hospital for two months right after I was kicked out of my home. WRITING SAMPLE: Please select one of the following prompts and use it to write an RP sample of at least 200 words as the character you are applying for.  Please delete the prompts not used: 4. It's been a super long, exhausting day and all you want to do is go home, take a long, hot bath or shower, and get in bed. You didn't even remember that today was your birthday until you walked into your home and flipped on the light, only to be greeted by at least a dozen people popping out from their hiding places and yelling "Surprise!"... "Son of a f-!" I shout, and fling a handful of salt from my handy-dandy pocket. They look at me like I'm deranged, which I am, but still. "Happy Birthday!," Krissy shouts, braking the silence, and I make a mental note to thank her about it later. "I, uh, I really wasn't expecting this." I look around at all the people, three of whom I only know from sight. They have streamers, balloons, a pile of presents on my coffee table, and what looks to be a cake in the kitchen.  We go about usual party goings until someone questions me about the salt. I freeze, and think up a good enough lie to get out the trap she has so gently laid down for me. "There's a stray cat that keeps on finding a way to get in here, and it doesn't like salt, so I throw it at it, and it's become a habit." Everyone leaves after a while, the party goers slowly trickling out until it's just me and Krissy. "I'm guessing you were the one who set this up?" She nods, and continues to clean up all the streamers and cake. "Thanks again, for being my friend." I say, and I mean it. I've never had such a good friend, and this is the first actual birthday party I've had since I was 11. She continues to clean, while I sit back and look at all my presents. I would love to help her, but she refuses, insisting I need at least a single day off for my birthday. I got so many gift cards this year, I guess they saw through my transparent act of working hard because I just loved work so darn much! Krissy leaves after helping me clean up and put away things. I stay on the couch, surrounded by gifts, and cards saying how much people loved me. This was my happiest day in six years, and I must say, it was an impeccable one.

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