Howard, Oceana Violet

[oceana]

OCEANA VIOLET HOWARD !



IN THE DARKNESS I WILL FIGHT
to take us into the light

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS
Ave
AND I'VE BEEN FLOATING
AROUND THIS WORLD FO
R SIXTEEN YEARS NOW.
MY OTHER CHARACTERS
ARE N/a.

BECAUSE WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR EYES
if you won't be alright?

[/b] Oceana Violet Howard
NICKNAMES: Ana
AGE: twenty
GENDER: female?
SEXUALITY: straight
MAJOR: Theater, Film and Television

SORORITY/FRATERNITY: unaffiliated
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AND IN ROUGH TIDES WE WILL DIVE
i will keep us alive

[/b] photography, movies, music, art, sleeping in, parties, drawing, piano, her brothers
DISLIKES: school, her step father, her brother, hospitals, drugs, bright lights when she has a hangover
HOPES: to forget her past, pay her brother back for everything he had done for her.
PERSONALITY:
Oceana is a very...confusing person. She may seem simple but she isn't. The twenty year old has a habit of letting people know her thoughts on everything. She is incredibly opinionated in a sense where it could go so far to piss people off and if people don't listen she becomes aggravated with them and just walks away. You may think that she walks away from her problems but she doesn't.

She confronts them. Always heading straight into it with no thought whatsoever. She could care less what people think of her. It's all a joke to her. She tends to other think other people's words to find some hidden meaning in them when there isn't any at all. Oceana is extremely conscious of everything, especially her musical works. Most of the time you would find her striving to make it more than amazing.

Along with her strive for excellence she also as a problem with sympathy. She hides the fact that she is blind in one eye simply because she can't stand sympathy, even though it doesn't work that well. Her anger is a much different story since it never comes out unless she is really really mad. It's hard to piss Oceana off and you could only do that by hurting her. She tends to be a nature and photographer sometimes even though she's in a band. When she isn't working. Workaholic is another title for her. If she has a job she does her best to finish it and get more work. Honestly, she just wants a better life than sitting on the street. She's a sweetheart though, she'll listen to your problems and give you sympathy, you can trust her with almost anything. It's all about getting on her good side.
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ARMED WITH ONLY OUR SCREAMS
we held tight to our dreams

[/b] Hollywood Dreams broken hopes
RP SAMPLE:
"Mom, I'm fine. No, mom. Yes, mom. Mom...I'm fine I can reassure you that I haven't done anything bad yet. Yeah mom I have Rilo. I'm twenty-one years old, I'm pretty sure that even though I'm half blind I can still see clearly out of one eye and I'm not completely useless. You know? Yeah, right. Maybe if it wasn't my jackass of a brother who did it I would be what you wanted." With that, Amor Valerious closed the phone and ran a hand through her dark red hair. Sitting up slightly in her bunk, she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. She stared of into space for a moment before realizing everything was dark on one side of her vision. She was hoping she'd wake up and it'd be gone. So much for wishful thinking and hoping it might happen. Who was she kidding? She knew it wouldn't. Doctors told her when she went to go checked out that she missed her chance of fixing it when she originally first got hit, which was....eleven years ago. Damn, it's been long. "Rilo" She called as she opened the bunks curtain and looked outside to see her seeing eye dog sitting on the side of her bed. Rilo...Really wasn't a seeing eye dog. He was trained to be but Amor kept him because her mother wanted her to. So, she just grew use to the animal. Patting his head, she swung her legs over the side and yawn loudly. She hated early mornings. She couldn't stand them. Actually, she just hated waking up in it's entirety. Shivering from the cool air that touched her skin she made her way over to her bag and tied her hair up into a sloppy pony tail. Amor hovered over her bag as she pulled out a brightly colored dress that she had gotten on another tour. She slipped off the clothes she slept in and pulled on dress. After smoothing out some of the wrinkles she found a scarf and wrapped it around her neck. This was going to be a long day. She debated bring a coat but decided against it. Slipping on her yellow flats she padded into the bathroom, taking her hair out of her pony tail and running a hand through the red mess as she anticipated the kinda of bad hair day she was going to have if she didn't straighten it. Which she really never did because her hair was naturally straight. She kept running a hand through her red hair to calm the knots and untangle the little tangles before she attacked it with her brush. She hated it when it was like this. She couldn't stand it. Amor wished she didn't move that much in her sleep. Maybe she could of avoided this hair disaster. She wish she could hate her hair...But she couldn't. The dark red color was natural. Which was hard to find on people except her mother and her brother. She always understood why her mother would have killed her if she dyed it. Heck, she would have killed her daughter too if she dyed it.

She stood at the mirror, staring at her reflection as she ran a hand through her hair and kept doing it till the knots were finally small enough for Amor to run a brush through it and not give a care about the slight pricking pain from unknotting knots. She picked up the small paddle brush and ran in through her hair a few times before it hung sorta straight over her shoulders. Taking out her tiny make up bag and digging through it. She wore very little make up actually. A small amount of cover up and eyeliner was all she wanted. She wore a bit of chap-stick too but that was it. Leaning forward she took her small sponge and rubbed it in the pale concealer then started dabbing it on her face. She washed out the tiny sponge thing and tucked it back inside it's bag before squeezing out all the water. Next was the powder which she swirled her brush around before applying it all over her face. She tapped out the brush and put it back. Next was the eyeliner which she applied in extremely thin lines on her upper lid and bottom one. The lines were so faint you could barely see them, that's how Amor wore her eyeliner though, she loved it that way. The way that someone could barely see it. Sometimes she felt like she was barely wearing it herself and forget to take it off at night. Scratching the back of her head she packed all her things back up and put it back where it was before leaving the bathroom and running a hand through her hair and grabbing her tote bag off of her bunk and her phone and wallet. Where she was going? She had no idea. She knew there was a mall close by and she needed new clothes. That would probably be a good start but who knew. She was one of those girls who could be fine with just plain entertainment. That she really had no care for anything else right now. She had no idea when she would be going on or when she would be needed for something. Good thing she always kept her phone on her though. Playing with her necklace she made her way through the bus and out of the door. 'Shit" She exclaimed as she walked back in and whistled. Taking the harness from off of the hook and catching Rilo by the collar and slipping it over him. At first, Amor was hesitant about taking him out. But she leaned to...well teach him that she needed him but didn't at the same time. He just helped her with her left side. She opened the bus door again and left, him leading her rather than her leading him. They walked down the sidewalk as she was pulled away from the curbs or something like that. After a few moments they arrived to the mall and she could feel the stares. "Fuck" She whispered lightly as they walked in.

She hated it when people stared at her. Honestly, has anyone ever seen a half blind person before...or a blind person, considering they probably didn't know. When she was little or before she was blinded she found out that her mother had taken her to the mall once and she had saw someone with a seeing eye miniature pony. That scared her, Rilo was almost as big as a horse but still. He didn't have hooves or anything. Making her way into the stores she came to the one that sold old records and CD's. Amor loved collecting old records and hanging them up in her room. She also loved getting new music. She tugged on the harness and Rilo led her in, not that she needed it. She continued to look through the CD's. It was odd, this record store had braile on their labels. She just had to run her fingers over the tiny bumps. She was taught how to read braile when she was in elementary school. She was still a bit surprised she knew it so well. It hadn't occurred to her that she had to learn it when she was being treated for the whole thing. Looking at CD's was rather relaxing for her. She just hoped that someone she knew would come along or something.



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LET'S SING A LULLABY TO OUR
days fought to survive

this application was create
d by CHLOEOATS of CAUTION 2
.0 the lyrics are thanks to the won
derful band Paper Play, and you
can listen to this song here.

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[VANESSA MARIE ROCHESTER]

YES! Finally an unaffiliated student!
She seems cool!
Welcome!
please claim your celeb and sorority/fraternity