LIONFORD, meridiana rae

[MERIDIANA RAE LIONFORD,]

LIONFORD, meridiana r a e

taylor kay – meridiana rae lionford

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: midori
age: 15
roleplaying experience: 5 years
roleplaying sample:

Though raining, it was still spring and the round, blindingly pale yellow sun was still very much present in the pastel blue skies. There was a soft drizzle of icy cold droplets of water accompanied by short periods of the sun shining gloriously among pristine white clouds, each resembling something akin to the fluffed up texture of cotton candy. Some of the rain remained as droplets on emerald green blades of grass, carefully trimmed, lining the edge of a small park across a large office building. A few people trudged around with umbrellas at their sides, ready to shield themselves from the onslaught of water whenever it began to fall, but Aisys honestly didn’t mind the weather. She had never been into vanity, thus the idea of the rain making her vermillion hair frizz a bit wasn’t too distressing or unappealing. Her hair was already wavy and stylishly messy, so a bit of frizz wouldn’t have too evident of an effect. The only thing she could have been concerned about was the minor risk of catching a cold from her trudging around in clothes moistened by the rain, but it wasn’t as if she was too worried about that either. Even since childhood, few things gave her the sense of anxiety. There was little that was interesting enough to capture her attention for long periods of time.

Overall, the petite teen could easily handle a bit of sneezing and coughing resulting from being a little ill, and if worst came to worst, she would get a fever and miss out on school, which sounded rather appealing when she thought about it for a moment longer. It wasn’t as if she would be missing out on much. School work was easy to catch up on, and the very thought of falling behind was rather humorous. Just a simple glance at the notes she had missed would easily bring her up-to-date, though she was already very sure that she was far ahead of her peers in terms of knowing the lessons that were taught.

At the moment, she suspected that her teacher must have been staring at her empty seat with a look of disdain, disappointed that so much potential had been wasted in the redhead. Of course, she didn’t honestly care what others thought of her. She didn’t quite understand what there was to be upset over when she still passed her class with flying colors. Perhaps it was just a slap in the face and a bruise to pride when her teachers convinced themselves that she wasn’t completely hopeless and that they could change her if they blindly thrust faith at her. Then they realized that she wasn’t just some lonely child who was secretly desperate for attention. She lacked motivation, lacked the will to do anything even the slightest bit useful to society. While it was quite possible—though it would have been expectedly difficult—for her to make some sort of lasting mark in the pages of history, she often questioned what exactly the point was in helping the world to progress when it would only take several steps back after taking one forward. Why push to drag out the longevity of the human race when the world was fated to end one day anyway? If humans didn’t destroy themselves, then the natural implosion of the fiery ball of fire that earthlings commonly knew as the Sun would end the human race. The Sun was naturally a star, and though their life spans spanned through centuries and billions of years, it would eventually shift into a new phase, first expanding, then contracting and cooling into a dense sphere of matter. Evidently, learning earth science in middle school had done little to make her anymore emotional or optimistic about the fate of mankind.

Whenever Aisys informed her peers of this little bit of information, she was told that she was a pessimist, though she always believed herself to be a realist over anything else. Not once did she think of herself as wrong. It wasn’t as if it was her fault that the future was rather gloomy and dreary. The teen wasn’t any sort of goddess and therefore couldn’t pull the strings of fate to influence anything. Certain things were simply set in stone. As she gave this thought a simple onceover, she ran her fingers through her bangs, brushing them aside. The action was fairly ineffectual and unnecessary seeing as the loose strands were unsecured and simply fell back in her eyes. She briefly considered getting a haircut to get rid of the annoyance of having the red locks in her way, though she supposed that if she allowed it to grow out, she could simply shift them so that they rested behind her ears. Perhaps the decision would be made if one of her parents decided to scold her for not putting more consideration into her physical appearance. They had a knack for wanting to seem as presentable as possible in public, though she was indifferent to expectations.

Inhaling deeply, Ais smelt the faint scent of flowers in the air, continuing her strolling with a relaxed gait, but the moment of peace was easily disrupted when her cell phone began to vibrate against her thigh and a soft melody began to play, the song being Fur Elise. It was rather overused, but with the ability to download ringtones becoming increasingly popular among the new generations, the classy piece would soon fall behind in its use. It wasn’t as if her parents were stingy and forbade her from downloading ringtones. She simply never wanted to. Her upraising easily could’ve been similar to those of pampered, spoilt heiresses had she wished for it, but then again, fashion never appealed to her, and neither did fads, fashions, and popular trends. She had no set style. This lack of notice for what was considered “in” also carried over to music. She wasn’t the artistic kind and had little interest in music, though she did have to admit that the occasional tune did suit her senses.

Easily fishing the cell phone out of the shallow pocket of her jean shorts, she tapped her finger against a small, green symbol and placed the phone against her ear, greeting her caller with a simple, “Hello?”

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“Aisys, you need to come to the office now. Change into formal attire and head over to the tech lab on the seventh floor. There’s a new employee that I’d like you to meet and sort of show the ropes of the corporation to.” The voice had a deep baritone ring to it that Ais easily identified as her father’s.

Suppressing a soft groan, she murmured in short, clipped words, “Can’t your assistant do it? There are other things I would rather be doing.” [/color]

“Don’t be so lazy. Besides, I think you’ll like the young man I hired. I’m fairly sure he’ll catch your interest.”

Aisys grumbled a reluctant affirmation that she would complete the task before hanging up, rolling her eyes. Her father seemed to have recently picked up the habit of hiring a few interns around her age in hopes of finding her some friends (even if he hadn’t stated that this new employee was an intern), but she found that she would much rather be in the company of acclaimed geniuses over awkward, inexperienced teens desperately aiming to please their superiors. She wanted to spend the day enjoying the weather, but there was an evident change in plans, though she wasn’t planning on making a detour home to change, lest she find herself curled up on her mattress under soft cotton blankets, armed with a copy of A Tale of Two Cities by a certain Charles Dickens. The man had a way with words that kept her mesmerized despite how easily she lost interest in things.

Not that the teen knew of fashion, but she was rather certain that the meeting would have been lax and therefore formal attire was truly unnecessary. At the moment, she was in a pair of jean cut-offs with a white tank top that hugged her figure, paired with a pair of light colored socks that reached her knees and lace-up boots. A large, carefully knit black sweater was loosely wrapped around her torso. It was a bit soaked, having absorbed most of the rain from the latest drizzle, but it would be easy to shed that one layer before she met the new employer. Stepping off the curb, Aisys swiftly crossed the street and found herself in front of the building. She passed through a pair of automatic sliding doors and nodded at the receptionist who easily identified her as the head honcho’s daughter. Of course, she did stand out a bit due to her hair, which made her easy to remember and identify. The receptionist returned her nod and gave her a split second glance as she made her way to the elevators. The arrow button glowed an orangey yellow when she pressed it, and after a few seconds, she was able to step into the doors. Swerving on her heel, she pressed the circular button clearly marked with a black “7,” and then watched as the doors slide shut. There was a slight tremble in the elevator as it shifted from its resting position and slid upwards on thick cables, soon bringing her to the designated floor.

The doors slid open again and Ais stepped out, pulling her sweater from her slim figure. She tied the piece of clothing around her thin waist and stepped into the tech lab. The large room was filled with aisles of computers and other pieces of technology, each placed carefully in selected locations. A soft hum from active machines filled the otherwise silent room. There was something about the confined space that seemed eerily mechanical and unrealistic, lacking the minor mistakes and imperfections that made things human. She expressed a halfhearted hope that her father had informed the new employee to expect her lingering presence. It was already bad enough that she had been assigned the task, but the idea of making an awkward introduction to the stranger because her appearance was utterly unanticipated gave her a sense of annoyance.

Looking around, she noted that she was alone and took a seat on top of a near-by desk, unsure of exactly whom she was waiting for. [/blockquote]
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when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: meridiana rae lionford
nickname: reeda
age: 20
band, position: glass rhinos, manager
sexual orientation: heterosexual
hometown: london, england

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: How I got here? It’s actually sort of weird, I guess. So I was born to a rich family with parents who were near obsessed with getting me prepped up for being the future heiress. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s so bad about being a spoiled brat who got to roll around in money, right? I mean, I guess it’s not too bad, but there was always this overwhelming pressure to be perfect and an underlying desire to simply lash out and rebel.

At the tender age of five, my parents decided to move to France and enroll me in this academy that was renowned for accepting young ladies from prestigious families and then teaching them proper etiquette and manners. Overall, they were grooming us into perfect, stuck up bitches. I mostly hated the lack of freedom I had but acted like a golden girl nonetheless because I wasn’t sure what to do with myself otherwise. While there, my rebellious side gradually revealed itself and I constantly found myself in the midst of fights and such.

For the most part, my parents ignored by defiant tendencies because I was smart enough to keep up appearances of being perfect. They obviously didn’t like that I wasn’t the picture perfect ideal daughter they had envisioned having, and they often voiced this disapproval in the form of scolding and light punishments, but for the most part, they let me do as I pleased as long as I kept in mind that I had a reputation to keep up. I think they mostly thought it was a phase that I’d grow out of, and in order to promote my maturing, they moved as back to London when I was thirteen.

Seeing as I’ve yet to change, the obvious result is that I remained the same. Unfortunately, I really crossed the line at my sweet sixteen. While I was a bit of a flirt and was constantly in and out of relationships, I kept a clean slate of being a virgin, so anyone can imagine what would happen when I experiment with alcohol at my birthday party. When I woke up naked and alone in a bed the next morning with a major hangover, it wasn’t too difficult to connect the dots. At first I was planning to keep the whole incident a secret, but once the fear that I was pregnant arose, I decided to just come clean and tell my parents what happened. The results were disastrous, and my parents were furious, screaming and yelling about how they gave me a chance to behave properly, which I threw away.

In the end, they booted me to an academy in New York, firmly believing that I needed to prove myself to be responsible and suitable before I could fully take the role as head of my family. They thought that cutting me off from direct access to my family’s money and influence would give me a bit of a reality check, but to make sure I wouldn’t become “Americanized”, they required that I go home every chance that was presented to be reminded of my roots. I agreed and meanwhile exercised the sweet bliss of escaping the eagle-like surveillance my parents had over me.

By the time I was out of high school, I found that I had a growing interest in management and such, so that was my main focus throughout university years. Later on, however, when I was offered the position of manager of a band, I was definitely eager to snatch it up. My parents, however, were iffy about the prospect of me heading on a tour with musicians that would likely be poor influences, but after much convincing that the job would sharpen up my leadership skills and the promise of returning to my university after the tour, they consented and sent me along on my merry way.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:
• Feeling invincible
• Being useful to the select few people she cares for
• Things that are cute and cuddly
• Playing the violin or piano
• Scaring and surprising others
• Sports
• Archery
• Plaid clothing
• The scent of vanilla or lavender
• Cartoons
• Love stories
• Attractive boys
• Fencing
• British and French accents
• Learning new languages
dislikes:
• Troublesome, dramatic people
• Most people, though she doesn't have much of a reason
• Spicy foods
• Assumptions
• Studying
• Mint
• Clingy people
• Irresponsibility
• Being denied what she wants
• The sound of giggling
• Being scolded
• Failure
• Mishaps and mistakes