Post by Laula Henderson on Sept 18, 2009 20:55:28 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is xlaulax, but you can call me La-la, Laulie, Laula, Miss X...anything that you wish so long as it isn't vulgar. I've been on this planet somewhere between teenage years and adulthood (do I really have to put that?) years, but have been RPing for 4 or 5 years. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Annie Light, Laula Henderson, Leo Spitz, and TempBee a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by Googling.
''Damn I'm good
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*Character's Full Name: Laula Alice Henderson
Biological Name: n/a
Nicknames: Laulie, La-la, Alice
Age: 13
PB: Abigail Breslin
Species: Huamn
Side in the war: good
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Laula is…
Hyper-active; she cannot keep still. It’s a bad habit, but she twitches, shifts, moves her fingers, twirls her hair, runs around, swings, jumps, bounces, anything to just keep moving and in the few moments she is still, her brain is whirling, moving, always moving. She often can’t sleep due to her thinking and ends up fidgeting all around her bed.
Curious; she has to know how something works or why something is there. She can’t be satisfied with it just being there, she has to know what it does and why it was placed there. She is never able to leave things alone until she knows the answers and unsolved puzzles drive her nuts.
Genius; Laula is a genius. She is able to focus on things in a manner that allows her to see a larger picture. She is always thinking, always solving, always being. Her mind keeps her up at nights, but she is always piecing together a puzzle and always using her mind to solve things that are needed, for her anyway. She is able to think at accelerated rates, solving problems almost as soon as they are given to her.
Artistic; she is able to paint. She can create works of art by just dipping her brush into paint and just painting. She does so without thinking, without doing anything, she just does. Like most geniuses, she is able to express herself in some artistic fashion. While some had music, she had her paints. And she creates paintings that sit around on her walls, doing nothing, not bringing joy. Her paintings are usually things out of her imagination.
She doesn’t know she is different, only that she is unable to still.
Likes:
1. Learning
2. Reading (form of learning for her)
3. Family
4. the Autobots (she thinks they are so COOL!)
5. Swinging on the swings
6. Her paints and paintings
7. Puzzles
Dislikes:
1. Being teased
2. Parent-teacher conferences
3. Being tired
4. Being forced to stay still
5. Not being able to think
6. Unsolved Puzzles
Fears:
1. Losing her family
2. Her paintings being destroyed
3. Dying
Your Greatest Strength: Laula’s greatest strength is the way her mind works. She is able to comprehend the impossible, able to figure out the unexplainable puzzle, and doesn’t question why a majority of the time. She holds onto her version of reality and is able to figure things out. Her greatest strength is her mind, is the way she focuses, the way she turns everything around, and how she is able to bring a piece of the way she sees the world from her perspective to the world, with a piece of canvas, a set of brushes, and paints.
Your Greatest Weakness: Her greatest weakness is the fact that she cannot sleep sometimes, forcing her to stay up, despite the fact all she wants to do is rest. After that, she finds that she is unable to focus and her paintings become more erratic, more frightening. Due to her insomnia, she cannot find a way to continue focusing on the world around her and drifts backwards into the place in her mind, into her world, without really noticing that she is doing it. Yes, her greatest weakness is what happens when she cannot get to sleep.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family:
Mother- Alexandria Honesty Henderson
Father- Robert Allen Henderson
History:
Birth: Laula’s birth was long, unpleasant, and without the use of drugs, by accident on that last part. It was a grueling, long, process, on her mother who was so exhausted at the end of it, she fell asleep and the first person to hold her, outside of the nurses and doctors, was her father. It would set the trend for her life.
Childhood (before school): Laula was a small child, growing up, and she was quiet…until she began to learn how to talk. And then she would never shut up. She continuously asked question, found things out, got into things. Her childhood was a complete nightmare for her parents, who could never leave her parents alone and always had to know the answers to everything. She hated not knowing things and in pre-school, drove the people there nuts until they gave her the book, Moby Dick. It kept her quiet until she finished it, about a month later, after working through it to figure it out.
Books quickly became what they distracted her with, along with a dictionary so she would stop asking questions (after the initial, “how do I use it?”). Then she entered kindergarten.
School Years: In kindergarten, she drove the teachers up the wall and argued with them. They told her she could not read the high levels books she could and so she responded with a kind of smartass attitude (which was “Can’t implies I can not, or could not, which implies physically unable. Since I am reading this book with understanding, then I obviously can.”)
In the first grade, she found that she was smarter then the other kids. She moved with ease, up the grade scale, and she blew the bell curve. She found that the other kids hated her and her parents moved her to another school. She held onto the way she was and they moved her to a high performance level elementary school/boarding school for girls.
She spent her time there, blowing out the bell curve, annoying other students, until she skipped over the fourth grade, into the fifth, and then her parents tried to home school her. By the time she was 11, she was in the seventh grade, she was back in a normal school and finding that she was still smarter then kids older then her.
In fact, she was even smarter then before. Her parents had conformed to her genius, not to school level. She found that she was leaving people behind and she began to run around, moving constantly, and soon she became an insomniac, never stopping.
When she was 13, she entered high school and began to take the finals, to figure out where she placed in Math and Science classes.
She tested into AP Chemistry and Calculus.
Anything Else?: She can’t keep still.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Transform and Roll Out (Optimus!)
Custom Title: Child-Genius
RP Sample:
Annie twitched lightly as a rouge breeze, made by a madly dashing child, ran across her exposed arms and she let out a soft sigh.
She was listening to her iPod, if that helped any, which it didn’t. The soft streams of classical poured at a good level so that she didn’t blow out her eardrums, but she wasn’t really able to hear the outside world, something that wasn’t the smartest thing when she couldn’t [i]see[/i] but that was a conversation for another day.
Annie let out another sigh and began to shift through her songs, before coming across Green Day.
With a grin, ‘American Idiot’ began to play over her earphones and her foot began to tap to the beat, before singing along softly and, ironically, on-key.
“I don’t wanna be an American Idiot…”
