Post by MIRANA VAN LEURWECK on Aug 22, 2012 20:03:35 GMT -5
Mirana Van Leurweck
"Bend the course of fate."
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00I. Mirana Van Leurweck
0II. canon or original Canon; Alice's Adventures Underground/Alice in Wonderland
III. years of age 21
0IV. orientation (optional) Demisexual
00V. social statusHigh Class
0VI. occupation Student at NYU
00I. play by Blake Lively
0II. body type Slender, but with some curves.
III. height 5'9"
0IV. eyes color Blue
00V. description
Despite her young age, Mirana holds herself with a combined mix of elegance and careless flightiness; when she walks, it seems as if she's gliding. Though she's not one to wear dark clothes, preferring shades of grey and white, she does prefer her makeup to be dark shades, as they contrast with her naturally fair skin. Speaking of makeup, Mirana doesn't wear much on a normal day besides foundation and a little nail polish. She keeps in shape (or relative shape) by doing cardio on a weekly basis. Mirana is a very tall girl, her legs taking up most of her body. The girl has small tendencies of OCD(explained more in the personality), and it extends to her appearance, which she also keeps presentable, never going out without looking at-least slightly respectable.
00I. overall personality
At first glance, Mirana may appear to be sweet, kind, and light hearted, almost always smiling. She's one to offer a kind word or help, to anyone who needs it. Loving things to be neat and tidy, she has slight OCD like tendencies, needing everything to be exactly where she wants it, and how she wants it placed. Mirana is one to ignore the negative side of life, unless she really must face up to it, trying to focus only on the beauty and the good. And though she's benevolent most of the time, when something is out of her order for things, her rage is a scary thing. Mirana’s is slow to surface, simmering beneath her shining surface until it builds to a point she no longer can hold it; starting first as mild annoyance, it will grow and grow until she can no longer mask it.
That leads to the next point. Mirana’s mind is prone to a bit of unraveling when her anger begins to rise. She begins to have fantasies in ways she could harm whomever the anger is centered at, and with each stage of her anger, the fantasies become darker and darker. Eventually, however, she cuts herself off. Though she’s never been unable to, if her anger were to rise to a point that she could no longer contain it, her mind would most likely snap completely. However, it would take an extreme amount of anger for it to even begin to get close to this point. Mirana is a master at hiding her own anger from others and herself; though she's prone to letting it slip out in the form of glares and a bit of snapping at the person.
Recently, however, she's started to come out of what could be called having her "head in clouds", and has begun to realize that things are not always as bright and cheery she'd like to make them.
0II. strengths
- Mental strength; Mirana's strength of mind is a very powerful thing. She is able to almost completely cut herself off from whatever it might be that she wants it to.
- Social Climber/Social Butterfly; Her looks, combined with her personality, seem to draw people to her. Though there are, of course, people who don't like her, she has quite a few friends at school and back home in the city.
- Compassion; Always one to offer a word of kindness and a smile, there's not too many people that this part of her doesn't extend to.
- Speaking; She's the kind of person who could have you buying a bratwurst slathered in barbecue sauce when you're wearing all-white and on the way to your in-law's Christmas party. Using sweet words and her benevolent, graceful demeanor, she's quite the charmer when she wants to be.
III. weaknesses
- Obsessive tendencies; With many different things she tends to want her way, these tendencies are treated as little "quirks" by Mirana, and this is a quality that will be explained later on--however, by anybody else, they seem to be a bit more than just quirks with a deeper running than she gives off.
- Anger; Mirana's anger isn't something even she likes to invoke, and it hinders her ability to go through her day normally; it begins to become a fixation until she forces it away.
- Self-Blinding; Mirana has a very acute way of blinding herself to things she doesn't want to see; whether it be her own out of the norm tendencies, or that of others. This however, tends to be a paradox. Though quick to mask her own flaws, she's one to very much point out another's---not to their face of course, but more to herself and sometimes others, unless she thinks the "problem" needs to be told to the person.
0IV. goals Mirana strives for success, in both her schooling, social, and love lives. Though she's had a numerous amount of boyfriends over the years, she continues to search around, with no one particular in sight. As for schooling, she looks forward to the college which awaits her.
00I. notable family & friends
Rupert Van Leurweck; Great-Grandfather, deceased, asscoiated with the founders of some of the city's most prominent places.
Rupert Van Leurweck IV; Father, manager of a highly successful record company.
0II. overall history
Mirana Van Leurweck was born, as most are, to a set of loving parents. Well, as loving as things could get on the Upper East Side, where one of the more common acts of showing affection is giving your child a trust fund and a family credit card, especially amongst some of the more influential families in New York. Growing up, her mother and her had a very close relationship, and Mirana was glad to be her mother's little doll to take to functions and show off. When she got older, however, her mother became more accustomed to going to these functions by herself, Mirana left to her own devices during her middle-school years.
By the time high-school would roll around, she'd grown out of that awkward phase most of us go through into what would be considered very pretty, and her mother's attention came back to her. Not that it'd ever really left, but this was to say her mother's social attention came back. Mirana was, for a little while, content with again being her mother's "trophy", you could say, but that old teenage rebellion that's so famous came to her, and slowly, she began to spiral. Partying at clubs and not ornate halls became her niche instead.
One year later, though, she hit rock bottom. Completely wasted from alcohol, Mirana stumbled out to her car and began to make the very treacherous drive from Jersey, where the party had been, back home to the glitz of Manhattan. That night, she got into an accident, seriously injuring both herself and the other driver, who she found out later died from the injuries she'd inflicted.
From that point on, Mirana vowed to change, and that she did; she completely quit any form of alcohol and refused any invitations to parties and social events. It was during this period of isolation that her obsession with keeping things as they should be, along with her appearance, developed. Though she had to retake her junior and senior years of high school (at a different private school in Manhattan, since everyone in the old one knew what had happened), she made sure she passed with flying colours and was accepted into NYU after graduation, continuing to live in the penthouse she'd grown up in with her father and mother.
It was then, that the dreams began.
They took place in a strange world of nonsense, and in them, Mirana always found herself to be dressed in all white, though she didn't find it unusual, as it was her favourite colour anyways. However, in the dreams, certain people called her "Majesty" and the like, and whenever in this strange dream world, she felt a sense of loss, like something had been stolen from her. Often, the dreams were spent with her sitting on a throne of all white, simply...feeling. Eventually, through the dreams, she came to know her own story in that world, like remembering things long past; she'd once been Queen there, and her people had loved her. However, a woman called the Red Queen (as Mirana had been called the White), seized power from her in a sudden coup d'état against her. Those still loyal to her stayed in the palace or scattered around, depending on where they'd been when her government had fallen. Whenever she awakes from these dreams, it is always in a cold sweat.
The dreams of Wonderland don't take a toll on her, outwardly, anyways. She shuts them away during the waking hours, not wanting to feel the pain and loss that she does in these dreams. These dreams, for her, are not pleasant, and so, Wonderland itself is not a place she wants to voluntarily visit. As if on some subconscious level her mind knows she has to face up to the pain (whatever pain this would reflect in the waking world, Mirana does not know and tries not to think of it when she can.) it parallels in the waking world, Mirana dreams of Wonderland almost every night.
III. sample post
Wonderland.
That's what the place was called. Mirana sat up, wiping her forehead, which blonde tassles clung to because of the sweat in the night. The sun was breaking through the window, and the girl decided that she might as well get up. Following her usual routine, she did three things; went into the bathroom, showered, and washed up, before continuing on with the rest of her morning routine. Yawning and shaking her head vigorously as if to shake the rest of the sleepiness away, her blonde hair shifted around her currently bare back.
In her bones, Mirana could still feel the dream's presence. It crept along, as if just waiting for her to have a spare moment so it could latch itself onto her brain. But no, she would not have it. She didn't want to even think of what had happened in this one, so, holding the clothes she'd picked out, she took a deep breath as the light grew brighter outside, casting the blue away while Mirana let her mind replay it once, just to squash it down.
The White Queen, this time, was not just sitting on her throne. No, she was standing in front of a mirror, simply looking at herself, like a curious child examining something it hasn't seen before. Hands gracefully poised at her shoulders, Mirana raised one hand up and touched her snow-white hair (as it always was in the dreams), fingertips grazing right where the crown used to sit upon her head.
As if someone had dropped a rock into her stomach, she felt weighed down looking into the mirror, and her brow furrowed, hand moving to tangle into the hair and running through it. The rock in her stomach grew and became something different as she felt it trying to come up her throat. For a moment, she saw with her mind instead of her eyes; in the mirror stood a tall, beautiful girl. Donned in flowing white, the crown on her head glimmered in the afternoon sun as she smiled.
"Yes. Her. That's me. That is who I am." she thought to herself in the dream. She was the strong, yet gentle vision in white in the mirror, not the one clutching her stomach as if she was having an issue,who's dress skirts had become stained at the ends. So, she straightened her back and gathered the train of the skirts in her hand.
With a sigh, Mirana's blue eyes rose to the large window in the living room; it was early, but early enough to where her parents would be gone at whatever adventure had claimed them that day, and Mirana had not yet began her semester at college. Now fully dressed in a soft coloured blue blouse and simple grey, skinny-cut jeans (of course, they only looked simple and were actually from a designer friend of her mother's who hadn't even been heard of in the Americas yet) and grey heeled semi-boots of a darker colour than the pants, she exhaled and let the dream go as the sun became set in the sky over Manhattan.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
