Application for Salkia Island
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Mun Info:
Name: Tori
Age: 29
Are you a pre-existing member: Yes, Himawari, Jim and Yuzu
Have you ever rp'd in a comm before: Yep!
Just out of curiosity, how did you hear of us: I live here.
Screen Name we can contact you at: robotic puppets
Email: tori.bear(at)gmail.com
Character Info:
Fandom: Beetlejuice (Movie only)
Name: Lydia Deetz
Age: 16
Physical Description of Character: Around five foot two inches tall, Lydia is a gothic 16 year old girl. Her hair is dyed black, naturally a dark brown though. Her skin is pale from lack of sun though she doesn't look sickly. Dark make up is normally worn on her nails lips and eyes though just enough to make a pleasant appearance and not the dripping black ink of some goth generations. She isn't a goth for appearances, but because it's comfortable to her. She's a lonely child and her personality shows that as well.
Dark attire tends to be what she sticks to, though she tends to go for skirts, lace, button front shirts, large brimmed hats, veils for the face and hair, gloves, fingerless gloves, buckle shoes, boots and any other fancy but cheap clothing. All in black of course. Even her school uniform was adorned with a gothic touch, done by her own hand.
Upon arrival to the Island she will be in all black, several layers of long skirts, ankle boots with a heel, a black tank top under a black lace top under a black button up over sized shirt. A veil of lace over her head, tucked into her head band that wraps around her hair, holding it up behind her, sprayed and sticking up, wiry.
Miss Lydia Deetz
Point in Canon: Movie Canon Only (Though I may use some cartoon Icons here and there because d’awww so cute). The year is 1988. I would like to take her from before the 2ed dinner party and wedding. Around the point that she just left her 'suicide' note in the attic, spoke with Beetlejuice for the first time, and Adam and Barbara return from their case workers. I'm thinking that she left the Attic to check on what was going on and soon found herself on the Island for some reason.
Personality: Gothic, macabre, depressed, wishing to die, liking the color black and sometimes red, and seeming to be a rather melancholy child. She's not that bad though, just having a rough time of things. She can actually be pretty friendly and would like to know more people who are like her... or dead people. She takes a great interest in spirits, ghosts and poltergeists. Because she has read the "Handbook for the Recently Deceased" and understands them a bit she can easily see ghosts. This actually interests her. Since moving out to the country her interest in the paranormal has gone up.
She's not too bad with making friends, as long as those people understand her. It's not like she's trying to stand out and away from people. Not really. She just likes to feel alone at times. Her parents don't understand her at all and so she feeds off that to continue to express her dour outlook on life. "My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room." There are times that she really just wants to off herself and go live an afterlife as a ghost, though in reality it would take a lot to push her to actually committing suicide. It’s something morbid that lingers in her mind, and at one point she really thought she would do it so she could have joined Adam and Barbara, but on a day to day basis she wouldn’t normally do it. Sure she’ll write out the notes and wax poetic over the thought, but she wouldn’t go through it. Not with out a good reason at least.
Lydia is the type of girl who is more likely to stand around in the back ground snapping pictures then getting too involved in things, thought she does have a knack for finding herself in some sort of trouble or another. She's a good girl who will talk to people who strikes her fancy, hold grudges for short periods of time then forgive, pester those who annoy her, or ignore those worthy of being ignored. She does what she wants when she can.
When faced with something that scares her she gets scared. When decisions have to be made she’s the type to sit and try to think it out first before reacting, though she has her moments of thoughtlessness and fast reactions before thought. Generally she’s a thoughtful child and considers others first. In the case of the two ghosts in her house she was more concerned about them and their happiness then her stepmothers remolding. She tried to make sure the attic door was always locked to keep the woman out.
History of the Character: Little is known about her life before her Father and Delia, her stepmother moved to Winter Rivers, Connecticut, a small town in the middle of no where. It's a known fact that her father remarried to Delia, an aspiring sculpturist who creates insane and macabre structures of modern art. Head canon says that Lydia's mother has passed away when Lydia was at a young and impressionable age. She grew up with just her and her cutthroat and successful condo contractor father Charles. Though he did meet a fresh young budding modern artist and some how the two clicked together.
Lydia never calls her mother and really doesn't get along with her at all. She will do what she can to cause the woman grief in the subtlest of ways. For the most part, her Father and Delia don't bother her too much, leaving her to do as she pleases while they attend to more important matters. She has her art and sales, he had his contractors deals.
When her father broke down and lost his nerves, needing time away form it all, he paid in full for a home in a small town, tossing big bucks into this place. Unknown to him the couple who lived there before (died in a car accident, off the bridge and into a river) still haunt the place. When the couple move in with young Lydia and her camera in tow, they had no idea what they would be in for.
Nor did the spirits that lived there. They had no idea what they were doing, and so they watched as their home was slowly turned inside out and gutted, turned into some modern way of living. Charles got his study room to himself, Lydia had her own room, and the stepmother took over the rest of the house. All but the Attic, which the spirits resided in.
Lydia found them there, faced them, not scared of them at all. She even tried to help them a few times, to scare the girls parents out, so they could have the house to themselves. It didn't work though, and her father got a great new idea to turn the house into an amusement park. The whole town into a themed location to attract money!
Unsure what to do, the ghostly could called upon a grotesque poltergeist by the name of Betelgeuse (Sounds like Beetlejuice), who came to scare the family away for them. He did a good job, but they just weren't budging. Charles was nearly hurt, Delia screamed in fright, and Lydia was also victim to this attack until Barbara banished the gross ghost with the most away again. Lydia was upset with them for scaring her and ran away.
She decided she didn't want to live any longer, taking time to write a poetic and meaningful letter to say good bye to such a cruel world. A letter the likes of which she had written many times before. As she got herself dressed up for her death, she stopped by to see the Ghost couple one last time. Instead she met a tiny version of Betelgeuse who tried hard to convince her to call his name. Just before she could say it one last time Adam and Barbara came back to stop her. They heard her say that she wanted to die, to cross over to where they were, but they protested.
Instead they decided they would welcome this family into their home. At that moment a commotion happened. When Lydia went to go see what was going on, she... would wake up at Salkia Island confused and alone again. "I am... utterly... alone."
Magical Powers/Skills: Nothing truly magical, though she can talk, speak and interact with ghosts and poltergeists fairly well. She’s read the book of the dead and has a good understanding of how they work. She actually enjoys speaking to the dead and wants to be one of them.
Other skills would be drawing, writing, and mostly photography. She loves to wander about and take pictures. Having a dark room would be extremely good for her.
Weapons: She carries no weapons at all.
Writing samples:
Personal LJ Sample:
[After losing about a hour of time just getting lost in the device and looking it over, she found a location that was the Network. And no this Network people spoke, texted and posted videos. She... was surprised by it, and all the weird things she was seeing. But nothing gave her answers, so she asked her own questions. Holding the device up to be right on with her face, her arms out, she tilted her head, dark hair looking wiry and a mess, drawn back and standing up with sharp bangs in front. In a mellow voice she said:]
Hello? Could someone help me? This doesn’t look like Connecticut.
I seem to be on a beach somewhere. Last I checked there were no beaches in Connecticut. Not like this at least.
[Tilting her head, the angle changes a bit, her lips scrunching up in a half frown.]
Also, I found this device. Did someone lose it? I'm sorry to use it with out asking, but it seems helpful.
Third-Person Sample:
Watching her father and Otho break apart the little figure city that Adam had worked so hard on, she was curious to what was going on. Shaking off the feelings of utter despair and desire for death, she waved to the two ghosts, telling them "I'll go see what's going on..." and took off, sneaking down the attic steps and heading off after her father. What was he doing?
When she had found herself face first in the sand though, she though something was terribly wrong. Pushing herself up, she looked about, terribly surprised by the sudden change of locations. Standing her gloved hands dusted off her black over sized dress shirt and the top layer of her skirts. "Dad?" She called first, looking about. Sand. Water. Forest. "Barbara? Adam?"
Well this was quizzical. Walking down the beach a bit she frowned. This definitely didn't look like Connecticut. "What’s... going on?" Asking herself this question got her nowhere though. What got her some answers, or would, was that she realized she had a small device on a loop, wrapped around her wrist. Holding it up she looked at it a bit confused. Was it a Camera? There was a key though. Huh.
Fiddling with it, she found it was much more then just a camera. It was... extremely high tech and something she thought her father would never have gotten her. Who's ever it was, it was interesting! Though she wasn't exactly sure how it worked, she could read, and so there she sat, perched on a small sand dune on the beach, reading over the little device while the night was starting to catch in on her.
Mun Info:
Name: Tori
Age: 29
Are you a pre-existing member: Yes, Himawari, Jim and Yuzu
Have you ever rp'd in a comm before: Yep!
Just out of curiosity, how did you hear of us: I live here.
Screen Name we can contact you at: robotic puppets
Email: tori.bear(at)gmail.com
Character Info:
Fandom: Beetlejuice (Movie only)
Name: Lydia Deetz
Age: 16
Physical Description of Character: Around five foot two inches tall, Lydia is a gothic 16 year old girl. Her hair is dyed black, naturally a dark brown though. Her skin is pale from lack of sun though she doesn't look sickly. Dark make up is normally worn on her nails lips and eyes though just enough to make a pleasant appearance and not the dripping black ink of some goth generations. She isn't a goth for appearances, but because it's comfortable to her. She's a lonely child and her personality shows that as well.
Dark attire tends to be what she sticks to, though she tends to go for skirts, lace, button front shirts, large brimmed hats, veils for the face and hair, gloves, fingerless gloves, buckle shoes, boots and any other fancy but cheap clothing. All in black of course. Even her school uniform was adorned with a gothic touch, done by her own hand.
Upon arrival to the Island she will be in all black, several layers of long skirts, ankle boots with a heel, a black tank top under a black lace top under a black button up over sized shirt. A veil of lace over her head, tucked into her head band that wraps around her hair, holding it up behind her, sprayed and sticking up, wiry.
Miss Lydia Deetz
Point in Canon: Movie Canon Only (Though I may use some cartoon Icons here and there because d’awww so cute). The year is 1988. I would like to take her from before the 2ed dinner party and wedding. Around the point that she just left her 'suicide' note in the attic, spoke with Beetlejuice for the first time, and Adam and Barbara return from their case workers. I'm thinking that she left the Attic to check on what was going on and soon found herself on the Island for some reason.
Personality: Gothic, macabre, depressed, wishing to die, liking the color black and sometimes red, and seeming to be a rather melancholy child. She's not that bad though, just having a rough time of things. She can actually be pretty friendly and would like to know more people who are like her... or dead people. She takes a great interest in spirits, ghosts and poltergeists. Because she has read the "Handbook for the Recently Deceased" and understands them a bit she can easily see ghosts. This actually interests her. Since moving out to the country her interest in the paranormal has gone up.
She's not too bad with making friends, as long as those people understand her. It's not like she's trying to stand out and away from people. Not really. She just likes to feel alone at times. Her parents don't understand her at all and so she feeds off that to continue to express her dour outlook on life. "My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room." There are times that she really just wants to off herself and go live an afterlife as a ghost, though in reality it would take a lot to push her to actually committing suicide. It’s something morbid that lingers in her mind, and at one point she really thought she would do it so she could have joined Adam and Barbara, but on a day to day basis she wouldn’t normally do it. Sure she’ll write out the notes and wax poetic over the thought, but she wouldn’t go through it. Not with out a good reason at least.
Lydia is the type of girl who is more likely to stand around in the back ground snapping pictures then getting too involved in things, thought she does have a knack for finding herself in some sort of trouble or another. She's a good girl who will talk to people who strikes her fancy, hold grudges for short periods of time then forgive, pester those who annoy her, or ignore those worthy of being ignored. She does what she wants when she can.
When faced with something that scares her she gets scared. When decisions have to be made she’s the type to sit and try to think it out first before reacting, though she has her moments of thoughtlessness and fast reactions before thought. Generally she’s a thoughtful child and considers others first. In the case of the two ghosts in her house she was more concerned about them and their happiness then her stepmothers remolding. She tried to make sure the attic door was always locked to keep the woman out.
History of the Character: Little is known about her life before her Father and Delia, her stepmother moved to Winter Rivers, Connecticut, a small town in the middle of no where. It's a known fact that her father remarried to Delia, an aspiring sculpturist who creates insane and macabre structures of modern art. Head canon says that Lydia's mother has passed away when Lydia was at a young and impressionable age. She grew up with just her and her cutthroat and successful condo contractor father Charles. Though he did meet a fresh young budding modern artist and some how the two clicked together.
Lydia never calls her mother and really doesn't get along with her at all. She will do what she can to cause the woman grief in the subtlest of ways. For the most part, her Father and Delia don't bother her too much, leaving her to do as she pleases while they attend to more important matters. She has her art and sales, he had his contractors deals.
When her father broke down and lost his nerves, needing time away form it all, he paid in full for a home in a small town, tossing big bucks into this place. Unknown to him the couple who lived there before (died in a car accident, off the bridge and into a river) still haunt the place. When the couple move in with young Lydia and her camera in tow, they had no idea what they would be in for.
Nor did the spirits that lived there. They had no idea what they were doing, and so they watched as their home was slowly turned inside out and gutted, turned into some modern way of living. Charles got his study room to himself, Lydia had her own room, and the stepmother took over the rest of the house. All but the Attic, which the spirits resided in.
Lydia found them there, faced them, not scared of them at all. She even tried to help them a few times, to scare the girls parents out, so they could have the house to themselves. It didn't work though, and her father got a great new idea to turn the house into an amusement park. The whole town into a themed location to attract money!
Unsure what to do, the ghostly could called upon a grotesque poltergeist by the name of Betelgeuse (Sounds like Beetlejuice), who came to scare the family away for them. He did a good job, but they just weren't budging. Charles was nearly hurt, Delia screamed in fright, and Lydia was also victim to this attack until Barbara banished the gross ghost with the most away again. Lydia was upset with them for scaring her and ran away.
She decided she didn't want to live any longer, taking time to write a poetic and meaningful letter to say good bye to such a cruel world. A letter the likes of which she had written many times before. As she got herself dressed up for her death, she stopped by to see the Ghost couple one last time. Instead she met a tiny version of Betelgeuse who tried hard to convince her to call his name. Just before she could say it one last time Adam and Barbara came back to stop her. They heard her say that she wanted to die, to cross over to where they were, but they protested.
Instead they decided they would welcome this family into their home. At that moment a commotion happened. When Lydia went to go see what was going on, she... would wake up at Salkia Island confused and alone again. "I am... utterly... alone."
Magical Powers/Skills: Nothing truly magical, though she can talk, speak and interact with ghosts and poltergeists fairly well. She’s read the book of the dead and has a good understanding of how they work. She actually enjoys speaking to the dead and wants to be one of them.
Other skills would be drawing, writing, and mostly photography. She loves to wander about and take pictures. Having a dark room would be extremely good for her.
Weapons: She carries no weapons at all.
Writing samples:
Personal LJ Sample:
[After losing about a hour of time just getting lost in the device and looking it over, she found a location that was the Network. And no this Network people spoke, texted and posted videos. She... was surprised by it, and all the weird things she was seeing. But nothing gave her answers, so she asked her own questions. Holding the device up to be right on with her face, her arms out, she tilted her head, dark hair looking wiry and a mess, drawn back and standing up with sharp bangs in front. In a mellow voice she said:]
Hello? Could someone help me? This doesn’t look like Connecticut.
I seem to be on a beach somewhere. Last I checked there were no beaches in Connecticut. Not like this at least.
[Tilting her head, the angle changes a bit, her lips scrunching up in a half frown.]
Also, I found this device. Did someone lose it? I'm sorry to use it with out asking, but it seems helpful.
Third-Person Sample:
Watching her father and Otho break apart the little figure city that Adam had worked so hard on, she was curious to what was going on. Shaking off the feelings of utter despair and desire for death, she waved to the two ghosts, telling them "I'll go see what's going on..." and took off, sneaking down the attic steps and heading off after her father. What was he doing?
When she had found herself face first in the sand though, she though something was terribly wrong. Pushing herself up, she looked about, terribly surprised by the sudden change of locations. Standing her gloved hands dusted off her black over sized dress shirt and the top layer of her skirts. "Dad?" She called first, looking about. Sand. Water. Forest. "Barbara? Adam?"
Well this was quizzical. Walking down the beach a bit she frowned. This definitely didn't look like Connecticut. "What’s... going on?" Asking herself this question got her nowhere though. What got her some answers, or would, was that she realized she had a small device on a loop, wrapped around her wrist. Holding it up she looked at it a bit confused. Was it a Camera? There was a key though. Huh.
Fiddling with it, she found it was much more then just a camera. It was... extremely high tech and something she thought her father would never have gotten her. Who's ever it was, it was interesting! Though she wasn't exactly sure how it worked, she could read, and so there she sat, perched on a small sand dune on the beach, reading over the little device while the night was starting to catch in on her.