Post by saph on Jun 5, 2011 2:53:36 GMT -6
SAPPHIREJEZEBELCAHILL
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
My name’s Sapphire. I don’t even want to know what my parents were smoking when they named me that. It’s a stupid jewel name, but my parents went jewel-naming-crazy for me and my sisters. At least Emerald can call herself Emmy, which is an okay name. You can’t get many decent nicknames out of Sapphire either. People call me Saph or Saphy. I don’t particularly adore those nicknames, but whatever, there’s not much I can do about it. Last name's Cahill. It's a last name. It will probably get changed if I get married, that is a big 'if'. Cahill means battle. I don't really know much about the last name. I don't find it that important.
My middle name? Don't have one. Okay, I lied. It's Jezebel. You can't blame a person for hating their middle name.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I used to go to school in New Zealand. Best eight years of my life. Then my mum re-married to some American guy and we moved to New York. The school there sucked. I'm from the country and do not belong in the city. Cows and fields and shit are better than stupid cars that drive around all night. The teachers were total morons too, they didn't understand that I didn't want to be there. My parents thought that private school was the only possible option for me. Mum's stupid husband paid school fees and apparently I was meant to be all grateful and shit. I hate private school! Half the student body are stuck-up jerks and the other half are total sluts. My grades weren't all that great either. I failed Math and Science and barely passes English. The teachers sucked at their jobs and pretty much ignored me.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I sat in my room and wrote depressing poems about how emo I was and slit my wrists. I'm joking, sheesh! I did write stuff though. Mostly short stories and shit. I had a laptop to write with, but I sold it and now I just have a notebook. I played RPG games on my laptop too. They were fun and much better than doing homework. I guess I kinda like reading manga too, and watching anime. Don't judge me.
Um... Don't tell anyone, or I will have to shoot you, but I like dancing. I love ballet. I'm good at it too. Only I would never let mother know this, because ballet is her thing, and she would turn my life into total ballet hell. I'm not joking. She would send me to some stupid ballet school in London. That would suck. I'm here now anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
You want to know about my family? Are you kidding me? Well apart from being the biggest bunch of morons....
Sorr-ee! Honestly, why on earth do I have to do this? I have a mother. And I have a father. Yes, very good. Most people have those things, see. I live with my mother and my step-father. You still with me? So, yes, my parents are not together. They are not divorced. Mother dearest gave birth to me when she was eighteen. I don't know my father, but I know who he is. He works at some stupid psychiatry place. I would love to get an appointment there and tell him that I have abandonment issues. But, whatever. He's not important.
I have an older foster sister called Topaz and an olderr sister called Emerald. I also have two lovely step-sisters, Opal and Jade, who are twins. And then there is baby Ruby, my other step-sister. All of them have jewel names. It is rather sickening. Ah well, I have a cousin named Cinderella.
You could say that I have an interesting relationship with my family. Mother hates me. She says that I am a waste of space, should act more like a lady, blah blah blah. I don't like her either, so it's okay. She makes me call her mother, not mum or mom or anything. She says she feels old if I do. The best way to describe her is 'a self-absorbed, high maintenance control freak'. That sums her up almost perfectly. She's a ballerina, so apparently she's allowed to be self-absorbed.
Step-father, who's name is Derick, is possibly the most stupid person I have ever met. He doesn't really give a shit about what I do, as long as mum doesn't see. If I set fire to the house, he won't ground me. I know this from experience. We tolerate each other, but that's really all I can say. He's pretty chilled. He would have to be to deal with mother.
My sisters are... Well, let's start with Tope. Topaz is the closest of all my siblings. Technically, she's a foster kid and not my sister. She is the daughter of one of mother's friends who died, so that's why she lives with us. She's not bad, for a beauty queen. She doesn't like it when I talk about mother and stuff. I guess it's 'cos her own mum died or something.
Emmy's nice... Too nice. I swear, that girl is the most friendly person in the universe. She annoys me, but she's not too bad. Opal and Jade are just weird. Jade is the most stuck-up snob I have ever met. We don't talk to each other, which suits me fine. Opal's a little bit dizzy. She's always off in her own little world. She's nice enough and doesn't mind when I rant on about mother though...
My family's huge enough that I don't really need friends. I had a few friends back in NZ, but that was more because we've all known each other since kindergarten. In New York, I had some okay friends. We were like a wolf pack, we had the 'alpha' wolves who were boyfriend and girlfriend, then there was the rest of us. Not many new people got to hang with them, so I was kinda lucky. We stood up for each other. If one of the pack got arrested, we paid to get them out. It's just how it was.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
My appearance, one of my favourite subjects. Not. Why do you even want to know this? You have eyes, don't you? Okay, okay, I'll describe! Pushy...
Let’s start off with the basics than, shall we? I’m 5'1", which is freaking tiny. People think it's funny to call my shit like 'hobbit'. I have brown hair and green eyes. My eyes are a little rounder than most people’s eyes apparently, and a weird dark hazel colour. My hair's brown and always looks windblown. It turns bright red in sunlight. But still, nothing overly special. Just insanely average.
I'm ‘lucky’ enough to have clear skin. Pretty pale, too, but I don't know if that's lucky. Most people don't think so. A lot of the stupid girls back home think that there’s nothing more important than having a tan. I’ll bet that they don't know that a few hundred years ago, a tan meant you were so poor you had to work outside, deeming you a peasant and unworthy of beauty. Plus, tanned people have a higher chance of getting cancer.
I’m not really that pretty, or so I’ve been told. My sisters are a lot prettier than me. Honestly, I do not care if I’m gorgeous or not. I actually prefer looking average. My least favourite feature of my body is my ears. They are kind of gigantic. And pointed, like and elf’s ears too. I always wear my hair down for that reason.
Oh, you want to know about my personality too? Usually they just focus a camera an me and follow me around if they want to find that out.
Well, am I good? I've never considered myself a nice person, but I haven't thought of myself as a mean one either. I'm just not a people person. Mother likes to use the word apathetic. She just likes to use big words that nobody cares about. I like big words too, just a bit. It’s a stupid trait that I inherited from her. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But I’m guessing that you want to know stuff about me. You already know that I don’t like people, right? Wrong. People are a little boring sometimes, but you do need them to survive. I can be friendly if I want to be. The fact that I usually don’t want to be friendly is irrelevant. I guess I’d describe myself as rebellious and sarcastic. Cynical, also. Pessimistic, sceptical and contemptuous are other words that have been used to describe me. Oh, and some say that I’m a little patronizing. That means I talk down to people, by the way. They’re just words though, so whatever.
Um, can we move on now?
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
The law is not my friend. I have broken the law quite a lot. I ran away from home when I was eleven. My parents didn't even notice I was gone for a whole week. I went to go live with some friends from school. They didn't go to the school any more, they both dropped out. The Alphas of the pack, they had an apartment and stuff. The rest of the pack crashed there whenever they needed to get out of the house, and I was no exception. I stopped going to school. I spent most of the time helping my gang. I was the smallest, so I was the most helpful. Houses in New York weren't hard to break into.
That's charge one, breaking and entering. I stole stuff from the houses, then sold them. There's another felony for you! And thirdly, I burnt stuff. It stared off as playing with matches, but then I set some furniture on fire. That pissed a few people off. The Alphas told me to burn something that they didn't own. Grass was fun to burn. I went out at night to burn stuff at parks. One time I set fire to the fire station to be ironic. And a bookstore, accidentally. I kind of feel bad about the bookstore. I actually like books.
“Why did you do it?”
Surely, you must have guessed by now! I'm a kid, aren't I? And kids need attention and shit, right? Whatever. My real dad left my family, after calling me a lazy, worthless child and my mother is crazy, self-obsessed and was never there for me. I had nine different nannies growing up. NINE! And somehow, my other sisters turned out like perfect little airheads like my mother. I'm alone. I have nobody and not a lot to live for. So I created myself something I wanted to live for. My friends. They are my friends, even if they hate anything legal.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
In all honestly, apart from all the illegal stuff I've done, I'm not really that bad. I did do something really bad to my mother when I was about nine. See, she had this dress. It had been her mother's dress too. Her mum was a ballet dancer. The dress was a costume for a ballet that grandmother had starred in, and my mother had gotten the same part when she was a child. Mum loved it. It was really special to her.
Um... I only did what I did because of her! It wasn't my fault! She started it!
I was nine, right? I had a teddy bear then. Mum hated it. She said it was smelly and dirty and that it was unladylike to carry around a teddy bear. So, she took it from my room one night. She told me that she had thrown it out. That toy was the only thing I ever cared about, and she took it.
So, I decided to take something she loved. I took the dress. I threw it in a pond. It was a white dress. In a few days it was a disgusting brownish colour. Then I ripped it to shreds. It was completely ruined. She was devastated. I was happy. And eye for an eye, as they say.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
There aren't many things I'm proud of. I wasn't the youngest person to do anything. I'm not all that smart. I haven't accomplished a lot in my life. The only thing I have ever done to get noticed was a solo in primary. I auditioned for the solo part in the school choir. There was one other girl, who was the teacher's favourite student. The choir teacher chose me, because the other choir members voted for me. The other girl couldn't sing for shit. I guess I did win the part fair and square. The performance was a disaster. The other girl who didn't get the solo messed with the music tape, so it started playing a different song halfway through my solo. I didn't know what to do. I was mortified. But, I was still proud that I had gotten the part.
"Got any vices?"
I bite my nails, I am awkward around people and I sometimes skip meals. Sometimes I skip eating for an entire day. I'm not anorexic, I just don't want to eat sometimes. My mother's into heath foods. She calls me fat a lot. I don't actually care about her words, but the food is disgusting. I'm really stubborn. If I don't like what I'm eating, I don't eat. Simple. One time, I didn't eat for a while and ended up in hospital. Mother thought that the 'anorexia thing' was just a phase. It's not that I want to be skinny - not at all - it's just that I'm too stubborn to eat stuff I don't like. People don't understand that for some reason...
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I do like my life. The only thing I would change is moving to America. It's a nice place and all, but it just isn't home. I would also like to have different parents, ones that actually gave a damn. I also wish that I had a best friend, somebody who I had grown up with and loved me for who I am. It's kind of stupid, but whatevs.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
The arson tipped off the cops, but I'm here because of the mixture of illegal things I've done. Theft, resell of stolen items, breaking and entering, arson, etc. The rest of my pack are still roaming the streets though. I'm not saying any of their names, and I'm happy to take the rap for them. They gave me my life back, I'm just repaying the debt. My judge sent me here. Apparently it's safer than going to juvie. I'm such a midget that I'd be beat into a pulp.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Trick question. I think you mean do I think I deserve to be here? Truthfully, no. I did some bad shit, and I won't say that I regret the stuff I did here, but I know I'm not a bad person. Do I belong here though? I think so. Plus, I want to be here. It's a place and I am a person who needs a place to go. In a way, I'm happy to be here.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
I was born in Thames, NZ and grew up on a farm. Mum wasn't around a lot 'cause she was always going overseas for ballet competitions and stuff. I was raised by nannies. I was the youngest child, and was not expected nor wanted. Topaz and Emerald were mother's darling little girls. I was one too many. I wasn't a bright kid. I had a tendency to follow people around and do what they told me. I was a good little kid and super-nice to people.
Then, dad walked out and got married to some model half his age. Mum was away more often, until she met some wannabe surfer from New York. I'm not even joking, a surfer from the city. Yeah, so I moved to New York. I realized that I don't like the accents of New Yorkers a lot, and I began talking in a British accent. I bombed in school and made friends with the 'bad crowd' You've already heard about that stuff. I got caught and went to a trial. Then I got sent here. My life story isn't the most interesting thing in the world.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Cahill, Sapphire J
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 4th, 14 years old.
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 14, a few months
Grade: 9
Health issues: Asthma, chronic back pain…etc Weak ankles that often make her fall over, mild learning disability
Other: any other notes about the character Approach with caution, she bites.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 4th, 14 years old.
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 14, a few months
Grade: 9
Health issues: Asthma, chronic back pain…etc Weak ankles that often make her fall over, mild learning disability
Other: any other notes about the character Approach with caution, she bites.
Your name: Airy
How you found us: Caution 2.0
Code word in the Rules: IAdmin Edit
Play by: Ellen Page
