Post by raven on Aug 11, 2011 15:00:12 GMT -6
RAVENKARMALIONAL
[/img][/center]
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Raven Karma Lional... and no I’m not named after a bird, I’m named after some comic book character from the teen titans. I watched the show as a kid, but my dad was completely obsessed with the books. Go figure. Karma came from my mom, who ironically got hit by a car after years of abuse. Go karma. Most people call me either Rave, Raven, or Karma, mostly Rave, although you’ll never catch me at one.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
I went to some stuck up private school for preppy rich kids. Best education, but most kids paid their way through. You got the select few cases that actually had enough brains to pass a class with flying colours... without buying papers. I was one of them. Good grades, but a bad reputation. I didn’t have “friends” I had acquaintances and people I could prosper from. You could say I was high on the social ladder, but I used people. I did not let anyone get close to me, they’d just wind up back stabbing me, so I took the pre-emptive strike. Teachers adored me for the fact I was smarter than half of the schools population and made an effort to come to class ready and sober.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
I was part of the school newspaper, a photographer to be exact. It was an easy job, everyone wanted to be in it. It was more of a gossip mag than a newspaper... but it brought in some serious cash. I was also part of the swim team and track team. I loved running, it felt good to run and it relieved a lot of built of stress and emotions. Swim was something I did more for “fun” you could call it. I didn’t stand out, but swimming helped relax me, more so than running did. I don’t think this counts as an in-school activity, but there was a group of us that were the self-proclaimed fashion club. Most of the time it was just about sneering at others for having hand-me-downs, or last season’s fashion. It was a popular club, and I don’t miss it.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Like I said, I don’t have friends. I have people I used to get up on the social ladder. I knew everything about them, but they knew next to nothing about me. I was good at lying and diverting the questions... hell, I still am. Family wise? I get along with my father okay. He’s a politician and is barely at home since my mother died. I hated my mom... with every bone in my body and was glad she died. She’d been abusing me since I could remember. Started with it just being verbal abuse, but that escalated into physical abuse when I was around nine. She died three years ago after getting hit by a car while she was crossing the street talking on her cell phone. Guess who she was calling? It’s not my fault, she shouldn’t have called me in the first place. I have no siblings, and I barely see my cousins. They’re more party-hardy than anyone else I know.
My dad hasn’t told any of my family about my predicament, and has kept it seriously under the table. He’s been in tabloids for less but it could seriously damage his reputation. He doesn’t bother visiting me anymore either, but still bothers to send “gifts” that I don’t want. I make a point to just give them to whoever shows interest in them. Sorry dad, you’re not getting off that easy for dumping me here
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Alright, I’m five foot five with long black hair that occasional has pink extensions in it. My hair is naturally a light brown, and wavy. I will straighten it on occasion but I prefer to leave it naturally the way it is. I have blue eyes and perfect vision. I weigh a simple one hundred and ten pounds, and have an athletic figure. My style varies from outfits you’d see on the boulevard worn by starlets, to things you would see in downtown New York... it all depends if I feel like putting on a show or wearing what feels comfortable to me. At my old school I might care what people catch me in, but here? I have the freedom I never had there... although I’m not allowed near any computer or anything else that can connect to the internet.
I’ve been called many things, but the rather rude name that stuck was ice queen. I’m not fond of it, but it seems to be accurate. I could care less about people. In the past they only used me because they knew I had money. I don’t have friends, I have bobble heads that’ll use me to get whatever they want. I’ve been known to be easy to talk to because I listen and don’t ask questions... truth is it makes for great blackmail material later on. Emotionally I don’t feel much. Happiness, sadness, and anger are the only things I will tell you I feel... most of the time it’s just emptiness... not to mention I have a very high tolerance for pain. I used to horseback ride, not anymore, and got thrown from my horse several times. Animals don’t like me. I’m also asexual. I don’t do relationships, or S*x, or anything. I’m not attracted to either S*x at all, and quite frankly I don’t think it matters. Due to a medical condition I can’t have kids... so it really doesn’t matter who I have S*x with or if I have it at all. My family line dies when I do.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you... I’m kidding. I’ve been questioned by police officers many times in the death of my mother, and when a girl in my class committed suicide. No, I did not cause her to want to kill herself. I may have pushed her to it, but I didn’t make her do it... and she was already depressed, not my fault. I’ve also been charged with a few MIP’s, but nothing ever stuck. I had lawyers for that. I was also put on a warning before the incident that caused me to be here, and I blew it. I prefer it here than my old school... and my home. I wasn’t supposed to be near computers before My little incident, but I found ways to get what I wanted... I guess that’s why I was on warning.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
The worst thing I have ever done, apparently, is sending a self-made virus to the schools computer network. They had everything backed up, so I don’t see the problem. I felt the need to do it because my Computer tech teacher told me I couldn’t even if I tried. I proved him wrong, considering There was a picture of him in a Speedo displayed on every computer the second you turned it on. When I say it was one every computer, I mean every computer. The second he opened the e-mail I sent him from a fake account... BAM, it was viral. All the computers were wiped of their hard drives and only that single picture remained. Tell me I can’t, and I’ll prove you I can. That’s just the worst thing I had done at school. The virus also did some other things that I’m not at liberty to speak about because, well, they’re illegal... and it’s what got me sent here.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
Is it pathetic to say that I’ve kept people away for so long? Yes, I am proud of being a loner. I am proud that nobody knows. I am proud that no one knows how to make me smile, cry, how to make me laugh... how to hurt me. I am proud to be friendless. It’s ironically not the situation with other people who have this mindset that I like them... I don’t. I don’t like anyone. So that is my biggest accomplishment. I am pretty proud of the whole Virus, Speedo, thing, but I could always do it again once I get cleared to go near computers. Just because I’m female doesn’t mean I’m not good with technology. I was passing that class with a ninety before the whole accident.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Yeah... I smoke. It’s a nasty habit, but I’m not going to quit. When I get stressed here I can’t exactly take it out on the web, so instead I just take my pack of ciggs and go outside for a smoke. I started when I was fifteen, just as an excuse to piss of my mom. I was a bad kid, you could say. The thing was, I was only ever juvenile at home. Out in public? I wasn’t going to ruin my dads image just because i was pissed at my mom. Sure he probably could have stopped her, but he was never around to see it and she always put on a show. I played along... and then when it wasn’t getting better I acted up at home.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
My mom getting hit by a car... I wanted to be the one to watch her suffer the way she’s made me suffer. Oh well... I guess that’s not really a good wish. I probably shouldn’t have gotten caught with acid. It’s a good trip for when you’re at parties, but a bad trip for when your being hauled into a police station. If only I hadn’t taken the drug, blah, blah, blah. I don’t regret it, I just would have made sure I didn’t get caught. What can I say? I have connections. Private Prep schools aren’t always famous for their academics or excellences... mine was popular for being able to get any drug, anywhere, anytime.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
I should have been sent here sooner, but I had good lawyers. Moving on, it was getting caught under the influence, and in position, of Acid that got me sent here... not to mention the school pressed charges against me for the computer thing. My guidance councillor at school, as well as my lawyer, were the ones who suggested it to my dad. My dad being the awesome man he is decided to take them up on that. He had my bags packed and had me shipped here within the day. Charges on the computer thing are still pending... so I guess I’m mostly here for the drug thing. What can I say? LSD makes parties more fun. [/I]
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
According to practically all the adults in my life, yes. According to all the teens in my life, no. According to me? I don’t, but I enjoy it. It’s a break from trying to be the spitting image of a perfect daughter for whatever tabloid wants to screw with my dad. This was so hush-hush that only the school, and some classmates know where I really am. So yeah, I do belong here, I’m messed up... just like every other teenager. I was just one of the ones that got caught before my life was completely screwed over. Maybe I’ll finally be able to figure out why my life is so screwed up... or maybe I’m jsut having fun screwing with people... I guess you’ll never know
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Oh you’re just going to love this... Leading up to getting caught with drugs, my dad decided to take a business trip for three months. He wasn’t going to be at home, at all. I was stuck with the cleaning lady and the rest of the staff for three whole months. Most kids would have had all the parties at the beginning of the three months, get it out of the way. Me? No, I took that time to finish all my school projects on my laptop, and printed them out. All my school work was done in those first two months before anyone actually realized I was at home alone.
Planning a Party was not my idea, but the girl who claimed to be my best friend decided it would be in my best interest to host one. We spent two weeks planning for it. Got a DJ, got all the food ordered, got flyers printed out, the whole shebang. The whole computer incident happened the week before the party was held and I was suspended until further notice... but word spread like wild fire and my “BFF” apparently got every kind of hook up possible... Booze and Drugs.
When the party finally rolled around, everyone was having a blast but me. And that’s where the acid rolled in, in the form of our class president. He was dealing, which made me smirk and I paid up. He was known for selling the good stuff. I bought enough to last me the rest of the week if I used smartly... but after I taken my first trip, the cops broke up the party. By then the hallucinations had set in and I was less than compliant.
The rest of the night was a blur with phone calls and sobering me up and questions I was resilient to answer. I just know it ended with my dad telling me I was going to a new school, packing up my things, and then off We travelled to this place. Boo-hoo, poor little rich girl, right? Hell, I was glad for the change in pace... maybe now I can finally stop being bothered with the popular clique at my old school
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial:Lional, Raven K.
Race:Caucasian
DOB and Age: February 14th, Seventeen
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen, three months
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Allergic to Strawberries (Gives her hives)
Hormonal Problem Causing Failure to produce mature eggs
Other: She may be asexual, but you can find her flirting just to confuse the hell out of people
Race:Caucasian
DOB and Age: February 14th, Seventeen
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen, three months
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Allergic to Strawberries (Gives her hives)
Hormonal Problem Causing Failure to produce mature eggs
Other: She may be asexual, but you can find her flirting just to confuse the hell out of people
Your name: Karma
How you found us: Hit the Lights, advertisement section
Code word in the Rules: Admin Edit
Play by: Skye Sweetnam
This Application was created by JEZ! A.K.A Two.Last Words. Do not steal or remove credit. Or I will sick my doggy Drako on you. He enjoys biting the butts of others so BEWARE!