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Aegle_770
Legacy Name: Aegle_770
The
Angelic KerubiOwner:
Age: 16 years, 9 months, 6 days
Born: September 3rd, 2009
Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 21st, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Name: Crystal Evans (Promises)
Age: 16
Occupation: Actress
Height: 5'6
Her story
She looked into the camera but she could not remember her lines. Perspiration broke out on her forehead. Her throat felt constricted. She felt panic rising in her chest. She tried to smile and fumbled in her mind for the words. She opened her mouth. She should try again. Maybe that would help. "Try out the new Sparklez Hair Spray..It..It.." , her voice trailed off. Her mind blank again. The lights seemed too bright to her. Why was this happening, she pondered. She'd practiced for hours.
She heard one the directors mutter something inaudibly. A cuss word perhaps. She'd let down everyone.
"Why don't we take five? Freshen up and try again." someone said exasperated. They were fed up of her. She was talentless in their eyes. Would never make it anywhere. But she didn't care about them. Not their opinions. Only one person mattered.
The camera lights dimmed and she scanned the audience for his face. He was standing behind one the mic men. Her eyes fixed on him. His face was stern. Not a hint of emotion except for a trace of anger. She quivered where she stood. A make-up artist ushered her to the green room and she saw her father follow them. As she sat in front of the mirror, she looked at herself. Dark auburn curls framed her oval face, her hand went up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. She was having a bad day. Behind her gray-green eyes, she felt the tears brimming to the surface and she knew if were alone she would have burst into tears, but she kept her composure.
He came up behind her as the make-up artist or otherwise known as Sally busied with her hair and blush. He waved a dismissive hand at her as a sign to leave them alone. She didn't want that. Her eyes met Sally's with a pleading look not to leave but the woman didn't seem to notice and she hurried away leaving the father and daughter.
"What was that up there? " he said in cool but harsh tone. He never shouted. But, Crystal always felt this way it was more sinister.
"I don't know." she muttered. Her gaze shifted from his face to her hands that were clasped on her lap.
"You don't know. You don't know" he raised his fist angrily but then put it down by his side. "That was you failing up there." he sneered.
"I don't remember how to happened. I practiced like you said, Dad. I promise. " she whispered, choking back tears.
"If you had, you wouldn't have made such a mess like you did. How many times do I need to tell you that we need a break? You could be famous, but you always ruin it." he accused her angrily gesturing wildly at her.
She listened silently as the tirade of words flowed out from his mouth. She was a disgrace in his eyes. She never lived up to his expectations. Her head sunk lower and lower. The curls tumbling down it front of her. She blocked out his voice. But it would only last for a little while till she got up on the set again. She knew at least one thing though. She was not living her dream, but his.
Age: 16
Occupation: Actress
Height: 5'6
Her story
She looked into the camera but she could not remember her lines. Perspiration broke out on her forehead. Her throat felt constricted. She felt panic rising in her chest. She tried to smile and fumbled in her mind for the words. She opened her mouth. She should try again. Maybe that would help. "Try out the new Sparklez Hair Spray..It..It.." , her voice trailed off. Her mind blank again. The lights seemed too bright to her. Why was this happening, she pondered. She'd practiced for hours.
She heard one the directors mutter something inaudibly. A cuss word perhaps. She'd let down everyone.
"Why don't we take five? Freshen up and try again." someone said exasperated. They were fed up of her. She was talentless in their eyes. Would never make it anywhere. But she didn't care about them. Not their opinions. Only one person mattered.
The camera lights dimmed and she scanned the audience for his face. He was standing behind one the mic men. Her eyes fixed on him. His face was stern. Not a hint of emotion except for a trace of anger. She quivered where she stood. A make-up artist ushered her to the green room and she saw her father follow them. As she sat in front of the mirror, she looked at herself. Dark auburn curls framed her oval face, her hand went up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. She was having a bad day. Behind her gray-green eyes, she felt the tears brimming to the surface and she knew if were alone she would have burst into tears, but she kept her composure.
He came up behind her as the make-up artist or otherwise known as Sally busied with her hair and blush. He waved a dismissive hand at her as a sign to leave them alone. She didn't want that. Her eyes met Sally's with a pleading look not to leave but the woman didn't seem to notice and she hurried away leaving the father and daughter.
"What was that up there? " he said in cool but harsh tone. He never shouted. But, Crystal always felt this way it was more sinister.
"I don't know." she muttered. Her gaze shifted from his face to her hands that were clasped on her lap.
"You don't know. You don't know" he raised his fist angrily but then put it down by his side. "That was you failing up there." he sneered.
"I don't remember how to happened. I practiced like you said, Dad. I promise. " she whispered, choking back tears.
"If you had, you wouldn't have made such a mess like you did. How many times do I need to tell you that we need a break? You could be famous, but you always ruin it." he accused her angrily gesturing wildly at her.
She listened silently as the tirade of words flowed out from his mouth. She was a disgrace in his eyes. She never lived up to his expectations. Her head sunk lower and lower. The curls tumbling down it front of her. She blocked out his voice. But it would only last for a little while till she got up on the set again. She knew at least one thing though. She was not living her dream, but his.