in need of a change [done]

[Matthias James Reilly]

vittoria kylan langdon !
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] vittoria kylan langdon
nickname(s): tori
age: sixteen
sexuality: straight
job: um, no where at the moment
gender: female.
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THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 5' 5"
body type: lean, lithe, and slender
hair and eyes: hair;; short, dark brown, red highlights. eyes;; they change, sometimes blue, brown, or a mixture of both.
clothing style: tori is usually a tom-boy. she wears jeans, and no skinny legs, either! She likes t-shirts and baggy guys sweatshirts. she usually wheres converse for shoes, or other sneakers.
overall appearance: Vittoria stands at the height of five feet five inches with a slender and flexible body. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown/black with mixtures of red. Her eyes are a wonderful shade of hazel, but sometimes they are more blue then brown, and vice versa. Her skin is a light porcelain from staying inside all the time and not getting any sun. she will usually be seen wearing jeans and a t-shirt, or over sized sweatshirts. she has no peircings, but plenty of scars from her mothers crazed beatings and a burn mark over her ear from when she was burned.[/font][/size][/ul]

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

[/b][/color] music, dancing, alone time, pomegranate soda, crying, vandalism, griffin, writing, sleeping, rain
dislikes: thunder storms, loud music, school, authority, crying in public, being outside her home, her famliy, not having friends, cutting herself off from the world, daryl
habits: crying, lying, vandalism, hiding, being alone
secrets: her best friend ran away and no one has been abe to find him.
her ex boyfriend got her on drugs, and she is trying to stop, he also got her started on vandalism, etc.
personality: Tori seems like she is twenty different poeple all at once. one minute she can be happy and secure. but that never lasts long. she always gets sad and depressed. she's had so much thrown at her that she doesn't know what's right anymore. tori's a confused kid, and that's not even the half of it. she gets angry and sad, happy and high. she's not one someone can easily talk to.
play-by: Emily Browning[/font][/size][/ul]

YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] wendy/43/occupation
father: dylan/deceased
siblings: none
other family: her aunt Eliza
history: [/font][/size]
"Dad, where are you going?"
"No where, hun. Just go inside."
Those were Vittoria's last words with her father. If only she had known what he was going to do out in that shed when she was nine, she would have stopped him. But she didn't know he was going to drink himself into a coma and eventually die.
Tori still remembers that day. Her dad's face burned into her memory. He had even smiled at her before he shut the shed door behind him. Maybe just to show her everything was going to be okay. But nothing was okay, not after he left.

"Mom, stop it! You're hurting me!"
"Shut up! It's all your fault!"[/color]
Vittoria and her mother were arguing again. This time, she got a little carried away, telling Tori it was her fault her dad killed himself. They were in the kitchen, Wendy holding Tori's face close to a pan of boiling water.
"Admit it! Tell me it's your fault!"[/i]
Her mom changed tactics and held up a smoldering hot spoon. Wendy continued to yell. Tell me it's your fault! Admit it now!" But Tori held her ground. Then again, all she could do was cry, even when the hot spoon was pressed to her ear.

Over the years, her mother became more abusive, Dylan's death hard to get over. Finally, the day came. The worst day of Tori's life. Her mother was in a rage. She was throwing things and yelling, swearing, completely drunk. Vittoria was 13 now, and her mother almost killed her. Tori got away safely, but with no where to go except the police. She told them everything, but they didn't do much. Put her in a home with other kids just like her, all of them merciless. Cold-blooded and merciless. Tori was scared. She knew no one, until she befriended Daryl, a 14 year old.

"My brother is adopting me next week. He'll take you, too."[/i]
"You promise?"
He promised, and that promise was kept. After a year, Daryl and Tori were best friends, inseperable. But she discovered some ugly secrets about Daryl's brother. He was a drug addict, an acoholic, and a terrible person. Her got Daryl addicted to heroine and meth, and in turn, Daryl got Tori addicted.
Everything just spiraled down from there. On her 14th birthday, Daryl almost got her pregnant! She had it with him, and left. She didn't have any friends, and didn't want to go back to that home with merciless children.

But where would she go?

"I'll save you."
"Where can we go?"
Griffin. The name to Tori was as sweet as candy. Griffin became her new love, her obsession, her addiction. He tried to help her get off the drugs, help her become more secure, happy. He was her best friend, until the day he disappered. No note, no nothing. Police searched everywhere. No sign of Griffin.

"I'll save you."
But Vittoria couldn't save him, not like he had saved her. She had no idea where to look, how to find him. He aunt Eliza found out about her quest and took her in. Vittoria had no choice but to give up her search for Griffin. But she couldn't. She was obsessed with finding him, and getting no where made her angry, depressed.

Living in Boston, Tori discovered Cold Pulse, and joined them, thinking their ways would help her cope. But they haven't, and she's still obsessed with finding Griffin.[/ul]

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Angel.
role-playing experience: year and a half?
age: 14
secret phrase: ADMIN EDIT
anything else: ily!
RP sample:
I remember when I was younger - really not that long ago - when I told my brother I wanted to go to Neverland. He had been taking care of me for some time and just let me watch Peter Pan for the first time. He only laughed at me and said, "Come on, Ria. You know places like that don't exist." But I didn't believe him. I just knew deep down that there really was a place where you never had to grow up.

Those fantasies are over for me now.

I was eighteen and lived with my adopted brother. I just gave up my precious baby for adoption. I was eighteen. How in God's name was I supposed to raise a child? Furthermore, a child who'll never know her father because I was stupid and drunk and had a classic cliché one-night-stand?

A tear slid down my cheek as I remembered handing Bella over to the social worker. “She’ll be okay.” She assured me. Now, I wished I’d never done that. How could I be so heartless? I could have raised her! I had a job! I was already a high school dropout with no hopes of graduating, so what did it matter? I could have raised her!

I hated myself for what I did. That’s why I’m in this dump they call a town. To fix things, to get my life back on track. Raise enough money to support me and my baby. Because, and I swear on my life, that I will. Get. Her. Back.

I can still see her face at night. She comes to me in my dreams. She has the same unmistakable red hair, those gorgeous deep blue eyes. Those tiny hands that flailed out until they caught hold of my finger. I remember the night I turned her over to her new family. The social worker wouldn’t let me near them, though.

Arabelle stared up at me with curiosity in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking. Where are you going, Mommy? She looked at me like that every night before I went to work. “It’s okay, baby.” I soothed. She knew what was going on when I pulled out a necklace. I had been saving it for when she was older, but I had bought it a few months before deciding adoption was best. [/font][/size][/ul]