Adalia Jade

[Adalia Jade]

Name: Adalia Marie Jade
Date of Birth: April 26th 1990
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'6
Weight: 138 lbs
Appearance:

Face & Neck;;
Adalia has a heart shaped face framed by cascading waves of black hair. Her hair falls to about six inches past her shoulders. It’s usually pulled around her face and on to her shoulders or put back into a bun when she’s working hard. Her venom green eyes are complimented by the black hair which causes them to shine a bit more than they probably would. She has pale skin and delicate lips. Adalia has the look of a real lady.

As for jewelry, she doesn’t wear too much of it. She has an Irish cross hanging from her neck from a suede string. The string wraps three times around her neck and then a fourth with the cross hanging loosely. She has her ears pierced, but rarely wears earrings. Adalia does wear make up though. Eye liner, not too thick and maybe a faint lip gloss. But nothing else unless its for a special occasion.

Upper Body & Arms;;
Adalia is usually seen in some sort of uniform. Though, she’s not very strict with it. Her usual shirt would have to be a somewhat frilly and light, white blouse that she wears under a black leather vest. The vest corsets up the front and part of the blouse pokes out beneath it. She wears leather “sleeve-lets” on her wrists almost all the way up to her elbow under her blouse.

On her casual days she’s seen walking around in a black tank top and possibly a bracelet or two. She always wears a special ring though. It stars with a crescent moon that turns into the band, goes under her finger then back up into a star. The star and the moon don’t connect, so there is a slight gap. The ring is made of silver. She also has tattoos on her forearms. That’s what the sleeve-lets cover up. Both are barb-wire tattoos that wind around her forearms.

She has a thing for putting on small amounts of perfume. She usually smells softly of the rain. Though, if she’s going out, she smells of lavender. She puts it lightly on her wrists and neck. Adalia has a very thin frame and looks to be somewhat fragile. But, in all actuality, she’s a power house. She’s a lot stronger than she looks and she uses peoples assumptions to her advantage.

Lower Body & Feet;;
To go with the top, she wears a pair of leather pants that hug her curves tightly. You can’t conceal much with an outfit like this, but you’d be surprised on how many things she could carry with her. She has a long strip of leather that wraps around her waist loosely about four times. It sits off kilter and sometimes has pens dangling from it. As for her shoes and feet, the girl wears heeled boots. Once again, leather. They’re very tight around her feet and go up to her knees.

Hometown: Oslo, Norway
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Venom Green
Character Portrayal: Lara Jade
Picture:
Parents:

Majin Jade - Father
Thayet Jade - Mother

Likes:

+ Piano
+ Art
+ Being Organized
+ Technology
+ Being Right
+ Riddles
+ Writing
+ Dancing
+ Rain
+ The Ocean
+ Water in General
+ Helping People
+ Taking Walks
+ Being Outside
+ Nature

Dislikes:

- Unfair Circumstances
- Cheats
- Liars
- Betrayals
- Fire
- Being Cooped Up
- Being Completely Alone
- Impoliteness
- Rudeness
- Tardiness
- Stupidity
- Self Doubt
- Orange Flavored Anything
- Cough Syrup
- Panda Bears
- Psycho Christians

Hobbies:

- Singing
- Dancing
- Photography
- Painting
- Drawing
- Playing Piano

Personality:

First off, Adalia is very driven. She likes things done her way and works hard for it. There’s only a certain point where she’ll give up. It’s when she knows she’s defeated. Adalia knows when to take a step back and knows when to stop. She won’t push the matter if it won’t go anywhere. The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is trying to ride it. But during battle, it’s a different story. In battle, she pushes a lot more. She knows she can win and that thought keeps her going. Adalia doesn’t give up on herself or anyone else around her. That’s not the way she thinks.

Growing up, she kind of realized that the world is a tough place. So, she got tougher. She’s not terribly mean, though. Adalia is actually pretty nice. She’s just...tough. She can take a beating, whether it be mental, physical, or emotional. This plays in with the not giving up factor. She pushes herself to be stronger in all three aspects.

The world we live in requires smarts. She has that. Adalia is very intelligent and shows it with most everything she does. She’s not a genius, but she knows what’s what. Adalia has learned to tell lies from truths and traitors from the true members. She can almost pick it out immediately. She trusts her gut feelings more than anything that comes from the heart.

Adalia has many fears. But, she doesn’t consider them weaknesses. Fear is what keeps people alive. It’s a gut feeling that tells you that something is wrong. And it tells you to move away. She has no problem voicing her fears and she will tell you if she thinks you’re wrong in a choice you make. Always the outspoken one. She fears being alone so she’s honest but not blunt.

One of Adalia’s many fears is love. Mostly because it’s a very powerful emotion. Love can turn someone to a life filled with happiness, or a life filled with pain. And it scares her. The power of it throws her off guard. She’s not used to being in love and it’s not an emotion she trusts quite easily. That’s how its always been for her.

She’s also very hot tempered. Adalia is usually a collected thinker, but if you push her too far, she will attack. She will jump into things too quickly. When she’s angry, she becomes a different person completely. Almost like an animal. Some things just shouldn’t be spoken to her.

Adalia though, is scared of most people. Well, not scared, but afraid of how they percieve her. She's a bit self conscious and tends to keep mostly to herself. She doesn't talk much either. It's just the way she's been since she got to Canada. She enrolled herself into the school. And most people tend to stay away from her.

History:

Adalia was originally born in the capital of Norway. Oslo. She was raised there with her brothers and sisters. The family was fairly wealthy. There was never a money crisis...ever. There house was substantially big. Tons of rooms and servants. Adalia was waited on hand and foot. Not that she liked that all that much. The only reason for her familys wealth was because her father basically owned Norway.

As Adalia grew up, she was picked on because of her weight. By almost every kid at her school. The only person she would talk to was her sister Violet. Violet and Adalia were very close. Adalia always went to her if she was in trouble or she needed help. Not many people in her family liked this. Especially her father.

Adalia's father never really liked Violet. She was the product of Thayets adulterous ways. During his campaign, Violet was killed. It was thought to be from an assassin. No one ever got to the bottom of the truth. Except for Adalia. When her father found out Adalia knew, he sent her away before she could tell anyone. He disowned her.

Adalia ran away. She found herself in a new place and learned the language. Canada was a lovely new adventure for her. She quickly picked up the language and got used to the world around her.

Income Level: Poor
Reason for attending Abbington Heights: She needs an education <<;;
Favorite Memories:

Adalia's favorite memory would probably be the ones she had with her sister. Running around their home and playing games.

Fun Facts:

- She's afraid of love
-Flexible
-Can speak a few different languages
-Faster than most
-Good at riddles
-Has a keen eye for liars
-Heightened Senses

Clique One: Artists
Clubs: Art
Clubs: Garden
Favorite Singer or Band: Flyleaf
Favorite Song: One Headlight by The Wallflowers
Favorite Genre of Music: Emo/Rock
Favorite Color: Green
Sample Post:

From another site, enjoy

Rose got into her room and scowled. She leaned against her door before sliding down to sit. She didn't know how to handle this right now. What the hell was wrong with her? There had to be something wrong. Rose needed to leave. She needed to do something. She felt awful. This wasn't normal. She shouldn't be feeling like this. She shouldn't be regretting like this. Rose had never once regretted anything she had done since she joined the Fat'ali Ryuin. Now...she was regretting everything and second guessing herself.

With another scream of frustration, Rose slipped her fingers under her collar, feeling the bruises. She knew that tattoo was there. She knew the scars were there. Everything from years past...Still there. Never would they fade. Rose wanted to rip the collar off... Destroy it. Maybe that would give her some release. Her hands dropped as she put her head back against the door. What to do...What to do... She growled and her frustration shifted into rage quite quickly. She stood and walked over to her desk. Rose picked up her files and threw them across the rooms. Papers went flying everywhere. Pictures and such. She didn't care. Not at all.

Her next step was to break the mirror. Rose through her Fat'ali Ryuin arm band at the mirror, shattering it. She snarled and turned, her eyes shifting color for a few moments. Rosette...Rosette... Rose grabbed her head and sank to her knees. "No...No...Stop..." She bent her head, tangling her hands in her hair. She knew what was coming. A small migraine transforming into unbearable pain. She bit her lip until it bled and muffled a scream. Thrown into these awful visions. Rose squeezed her eyes shut.

Rose stood in a field not too far from the Shadow Clan base. She blinked and looked down at her hand. A ring sat upon her ring finger. Her eyes moved back up, watching a man with long white hair smile maliciously at her. "Io-" She choked on her words. Within a moment, the man was right in front of her, shoving a dagger through her gut. Rose fell to her knees, her hands covering the wound. The man put his fingers gently under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. Tears slid down her cheeks as blood seeped between her fingers. "It was for the best." He said, still smiling. Rose closed her eyes and fell to the ground. Everything turning black.

Rose opened her eyes, blood still slipping from her lips. She gasped for air, pushing herself backwards. She whimpered in the slightest, curling up in the corner. She hated these visions. She didn't know what she would do. Would she continue on here...Or leave for the good of those who resided here. She didn't know what to call them. Friends? Rose couldn't be sure of that anymore. She ruined everything. She was a terrible person. A terrible...awful...person.

[Aiden & Bob]

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