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Post by Ilandra Petrelli on Jan 13, 2008 13:41:19 GMT -5
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Ilandra Petrelli
gender
Female
discipline
Orchestra, harp
age
Seventeen
sexuality
Straight{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,history
Ilandra was born Ilandra Victiore Petrelli. She is the daughter of Fiona Malernia and William Petrelli. Her mother was a Orcestra Violinist, her father a ballroom dancer. She's always been pushed to do her best, pushed beyond what was usually healthy for her. She started when she was three, mostly in instruments. She plays the harp, although not proffessionally. She was never really interesting in being a singer, or in an orchestra for that matter. She just wasn't really into music that much. As can be guessed, this annoyed her parents terribly. The one thing she really wanted to do was the one thing she wasn't aloud to do. She was sporty. She loved Cross Country running, horse riding and especially surfing. But her parents never let her follow out her interests. They were always pushing her towards the classics. Mostly intrumental. She was simply encouraged towards harp. She hated the harp, but she practised as hard as she could, following what her parents wished her to do.
When she was seven, her best friend, Malory, got a horse for a present from a rich aunt. She taught Ilandra how to ride and when Malory went out for rides, Ilandra used to come along for the run. Her parents just believed she went around to Malory's to sleep over once a week, but of course they were wrong. However, surfing took her fancy, and her parents only let her do it once or twice a year. I say let, she would go down to the beach, hire out a surf board and ride the waves until late in the evening. They believed she was swimming. Her harping improved so rapidly that she was offered jobs at weddings and receptions as the musician. Of course she agreeded, it paid well. She could really rack up the cash. Couple o' quid there, a bit more there. She really didn't need much else. Two harps and a surf board hidden behind her wardrobe.
At the age of twelve, her father died. It came as a shock to the family, but she recovered, probably more quickly than she should've done. She'd never really cared for her parents. Being pushed usually made up for that. Her mother was distraut, and took it out on young Ilandra, poor lass. If playing a instrument she hated wasn't enough, she was threatening being packed off to specilist schools. Oh she really didn't want to go. But did she have a choice? No, sadly she didn't. The first one she went to expelled her for breaking curfew six nights in a row. Why would she care, she hated curfews. They didn't serve any purpose to her. The next one she behaved like an angel before getting into a fight and knocking out a bloke who had called her names. Extreme I know, but it got the message across. She recieved a caution from the police and was sent home once more. Her mother really couldn't take this any more, so at the age of Fifteen, Ilandra became an orphen.
She wasn't an only child, but she was adopted by Malory's parents. Odd but true. She learned to ride, not as much as Malory, but kept up the harp. However, in her mothers will, she was to be shipped off to London, only a few hours from her home town of Kirkcaldy in Scotland. She only stayed with Malory's family for two years before being sent on a plane to London. She'd only been the the capital once in her life, to choose a new harp with peddles. This time, however, she deplaned with her sheetmusic and one large carved harp. Silver engraved down one side. Heathrow airport was buzzing. Immigration and Emmigration bustling back and forth. Ilandra was met at the airport by a taxi driver with her name on a whiteboard. He eyed the harp before putting it in the back of his taxi and drove off, towards the next of the hell holes she was being sent to.
parents
William Petrelli - 47, heart attack
Fiona Malernia - 52, painkiller od
siblings
Jackel Petrelli - 20, air host
Sophie Carter - 31, married, accountant{ am I losin' way too muchpersonality
Ilandra can be quite shy when you first meet her. She won't open up that much, she'll be perfectly polite and talk to you, as long as you start the conversation. She's not exactly withdrawn, just shy. When you ge to know her, she's very lively, if logical. Logical being she won't correct you, but she will find the best way out of a tough situation, as long as logic is involved. Logic is good. She's friendly and likes to be doing something. She's very...smiley. You won't see her a lot of the time without a sort of half smile or just a twinkle in her blue eyes. She likes to be in company of small groups. She doesn't like huge groups, but small and mediam is fine. She likes to talk (like me). She won't go off on rants (like I would) but she will answer you and talk to you in high spirits. You'll hardly ever see in on a low. She never seems to be depressed, she's very good at hiding her feelings from everyone.
She's had a best friend or a close group of friends all her life. She's only just moved here from Scotland where she's lived all her life. She's very loyal, she does get very protective of her close friends and family. In other words, you hit her friend, she'll hit you. It's a big evil circle (grr, arrrhg). Then I suppose she is violently loyal, purhaps. She finds it easy to find friends. Usually, she loves to do anything with people and is up for anything. She can be quite daring, and a bit of a risk-taker. But as they say, do something that scares you every day.
She's very determined, usually. She'll do what she wants and she'll do it when she wants. She can hold up her end of an argument and can throw insults like a professional because she is. She can be quite devious, she can escpae from most places if she wants to. She doesn't like to be kept in the dark or kept in captivity, she'll always strive to find a way out, somewhere to leave her currant prediciment, it may not be a safe, easy or sane escape route, just as long as it works. She's always been good at fighting for her cause. She does, however, know her own mind. She doesn't battle with herself and ethical dilemas never seem to bother her, she'll do what she thinks is right. And that would usually be for the good of everyone, usually. Sometime she just doesn't care.
Otherwise, Ilandra can be a bit of a mystery, she hides her feelings well you could say.
likes
Cross Country
Horse Riding
Surfing
Risking her life, though she hardly ever does it.
Being taken seriously.
Originality people!
Rain
Cold
Being Opinionated
Being Ilandra
dislikes
The harp
Performing Arts schools
Being pushed
Her parents
Thunder
Ring-tailed Lemars
ambitions
Do better than her parents.
Actually be able to compete in Cross Country compertitions, like that's ever going to happen.
fears
Being pushed more than she can achieve
Dying alone or drowning. Or possibly being eaten by a wild animal.{ my darling you look lovelyportrayed by?
Hayden Panettiere
eyes
She has deep dusty blue. Not quite cyan, but brightish sky blue. They're sort of almond shaped and have a sort of wild, untamed intellience glittering behind the iris. Her eyebrows are naturally thin and curved, who knows why. They match her hair by being quite a deep brown, lighter than her origonal hair colour, but lighter than her hair now. Her eyelashes are long, naturally so, and 'big' matching her eyes. Her eyelashes are also lightish brown.
hair
Her hair, naturally, is very light brown, almost blonde. She had natural highlights down the back or her hair, but after she dyed her hair a darker brown, the highlights blended into her colour. She has lighter highlights, but she put them in herself. She's always grown her hair long. It's always been slightly waved, very slightly, not noticable from a long distance, but it's always been wavey and long. So far it's just below the small of her back. Her hair is quite thin, she doesn't particually mind what other people look at her and think so she usually either pulls it up in a pony-tail, quick plait or leaves it down.
height
Ilandra's quite tall, 5-foot-10-inches to be exact. She's a very sporty character and quite muscular as girls go, but not rediculasly so. She doesn't really go in for the feminity value, but she won't forget it. She'll wear skirts and dresses and such, but usually only for special occasions. She's got long legs and really a long torso, she's long really. Not lanky but tall, there isn't really another word to descibe it.
style
Style? Well, it really depends what mood she'd in. Her clothing style can change. Mostly it's shirt and jeans, nothing big and expensive or a trend setter, just normal jeans and a shirt. If she does wear dresses or skirts, it'll be for somethign special, a ball or a party. Her favourite and most normally worn outfit is jeans, blue of course, with any shirt she picks out on that day, and depending on how much time she has, either a pony-tail, plait (quick or french) or keep it down. However her usual style in general is simply casual and whatever she picks up from the cupboard at the time she does. She's not exactly fussy is our Ilandra{ and I'm telling you whyyour name
Poppy
age
...
years of roleplay
About two, maybe
code sentence
if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain.
Which personally I don't, the pina coladas anyway. I love the rain, but being caught in the rain...
other
I wouldn't think so.
sample post
Dark clouds hung over the horizen. The wind, even if it was just a slow, light, breeze, rustled through the sails. The sails were ragged, run raw with signs of wear and tear. Great holes had appeared in the main sail, smaller rips surrounded it. The mast itself was on an angle, threatening to smash down onto the deck. What could the crew do about that? The ship was in ruins. The name that had been stuck proudly was smashed and just a few letters were left, hanging forlornly off the stern. The black clouds above threatened more winds and a storm, and maybe, hopefully rain.
The sun had blazed for days. Unrelenting, unheading. Just white hot heat. It burnt down on the ship and crew. It made the water evaporate, and stole away the precious rations. Some of the crew had gone delirious. They'd stepped overboard, believing there to be green feilds and golden beeches. Only a few had stayed sane. Just a few, and what good could they do. Half were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, some were just crossing the fine line from sanity to insanity. Yet most had crossed that line, they'd travelled so far from the line, the line was a dot. So far, they'd found a new line over the horizon.
The breeze played down the corridores, it looked in doors and hid under barrels. This ship wasn't even a ship, it was small, it was rickety and falling apart. Unstable planks creaked and grounded under the weight of the crew. It was an escape ship, something small and useless. The breeze left. It left death and decay. Descruction and many other words begining with D. However, there was one thing that didn't being with D.
Will.
Will sighed, he pushed himself off the floor where he'd been slumped against the wall. The heat drove all strength out of you, and if you were the only man standing on a derilict ship in the middle of open sea, it only had your strength to feed off. His dark eyes scanned the cabin. It seemed only minutes ago it had been the harsh light of daybreak, yet now the sun blazed over head. He pushed open the door to the cabin, stepped passed a man with his head in his hands. He didn't reconise him, he had a once neat and clean, Royal Navy uniform, all gold buttons and deep blue coat. He must've clambered aboard. Now his head was in his hands and he was muttering, his eyes wide and slightless. Will just stepped passed him, many men lay around the corridores, some dead, starvation, dehydration, plain boredum, and some were still alive. Just. They called out in their delirium, grabbed at his ancles. It was the same everyday. This place would drive anyone mad.
He finally made it onto the top deck. The sun, as usual was beating down without thought for those it hurt. His footfalls were the only sound out in this blue watered earth. They'd seen nothing for days, no wind, nothing to push the ship along. The ripples the ship made were the only movement out in the sea. Will lent his arms on the ships railings, his dark eyes staring out to sea. His hair fell down past his cheek, obscuring his view to his left. He ignored it, feeling the suns rays shining down on the back of his head.
Green fields lay around. Grass. Emerald colours and azure skies. The light dappling of light over a small stream. Water. Bright blue and silver streaks of water rippled over a calm, tranquil surface. Beautiful flowers wavered in a cool breeze.
Will straitened up. No, there were no fields. Tell yourself William, there are no fields, you are on the sea you are lost. Really do not think of fields. Will sighed, he glanced behind hi,
Port Royal. The blacksmiths. The donkey walked slowly and sadly round in cirlces. The swords that hung from the rack rotated slowly. The fire blazed softly, cracking. The orange sparks glittered as they sprung and danced in the air. Yellow flames pranced low. The door closed behind him. He turned.
He turned. No! For god sake Will! You're on a ship. He rubbed his eyes. He needed something, something to anchor him to the reality he was facing. He would not let the delirium take hold of him. He would get back to the Pearl, back to the crew he had left after the battle. He'd been shipwreaked with this tiny vessel. He would get home. Back to Jack, back to Elizabeth. Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. There she stood, on the wheel of the Pearl. The tattered sails of the Pearl wavered in the breeze. Elizabeth stood proud, looking over the sea, the perfect blue sea. Elizabeth looked so peaceful, so bright. Her deep hazel eyes stared out over the horizon. Her light brown hair waved in the breeze. Will sighed. How bad was this delirium. It brought him back to those he loved. To those he wished to be with. How bad could it be. Elizabeth turned to look at him.
But it wasn't Elizabeth any more. Her form changed. Her beautiful form convulsed and morphed. It grew, her features melted away into something hidious and terrible. Will stepped back from the Kraken. Davey Jones's pet, his puppy. Tenticles thrashed at him. He reached for his sword. But found nothing. He looked for his trusty blade, to find nothing. He looked around desperatly for something to use. The tenticles came closer. Thrashing out at him. One caught his foot and he fell. Will grasped out for the railings. Where were they? He was falling. Down, down. The icy waters closed over him. Nothing could hide from this. He surfaced, gasping for air. Something was pulling him down.
No this isn't real!
He looked down. The waters below him were dark, black. Nothing could be seen below him. He tried to kick out, but it held him back. Pulling him down. His head fell below the surface of the water.
No, Will!
Will twisted, fighting to rise. He could feel his lungs screaming for air. His arms ached, his legs ached. But the thing pulled him down closing around his chest, over his eyes. The light above vanished. Nothing was left. He was drowning.
Will woke with a start. He looked around. He was on the life ship. There was no grass, no clank of swords, no Elizabeth, no Kraken, there was air. He gingerly raised himself off the deck. Rain was falling. He looked up at the dark clouds. Actual rain was falling. Big, fat drops of water splashed onto the deck. Will smiled. The anchor that held him back to reality. He looked out to sea. On the horizon, a ship was speeding towards them. Black sails and tall prow. Will's smile stayed fixed in place. The Pearl.
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