Post by isaiah on Jul 3, 2010 12:01:56 GMT -5
ISAIAH LEIGHTON MCMURPHY
Name: Isaiah Leighton McMurphy
Nicknames: Zae (she detests Issie, or any variation of said name.)
Age: Eighteen
Date of Birth: November thirteenth.
Grade: Freshman.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality: American.
Home Town: New Orleans.
Degree: Music.
- Minor: Sound Recording.[/ul]
Play by: Alexz Johnson.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
--- RESERVED Some people see the word reserved and immediately think of shy. Zae is an anything but shy and has had to endure hundreds of parent-teacher conferences where she's been classed as that, which might I add, really gets on her nerves. She enjoys being alone more than she does than when with other people, is that a crime? You will rarely see Zae 'hanging out' with any more than two people, and in class, she just sits there with her head down - listening, taking notes and only speaking when spoken to. If she has something to say that she deems important, than she will speak up. She can't understand why people look so shocked when she does though, it's not as though she's a mute. Her music is her only way of letting herself be herself. Being a singer, she belts her voice out and loves it - it's as though when she's not singing, she shrinks back and hides away. Get her up on stage with a microphone and either a guitar or a piano, and a whole other side of Zae seems to magically appear. This is also the argument she uses when people call her shy. If she was shy, would she have the confidence to get up on stage and perform? Exactly. She just enjoys being independent and keeping herself to herself. Give her an iPod and some plain paper, she will take herself off to that chair in the corner and write lyrics until her heart is content. Who needs people, eh?
--- FEISTY Once you get past her reserved front, you will find that Zae has quite the temper. When she's angry, you will know it, believe me. She's not an incredibly sensitive girl - as in, she's 'thick skinned'. People believe that she's therefore unable to hurt, but she is. Her first resort is anger and she's been known to rip the heads off a few people. She has a tendency to throw things too, so if you're stuck in a heated argument with her, be careful and duck. It doesn't take much to set her off either, although she does try her best to stay calm. If you hear an angry Canadian, screaming curses down the hall, then that's Zae. She's not opposed to physical violence either... well, not when she wants to use it. So, if you get her angry, be prepared for something to either smash against your head, or her fist to come into contact with your nose. Your choice, I suppose. For people who anger her for the first time, it comes as a bit of a shock. For years many people thought she couldn't speak at all, let alone scream and shout in a blind range. It's probably because of the colour of her hair... who knows, the dye could be affecting her brain...
--- INTELLECTUAL Because Zae has a tendency of not speaking in class, people seem to gather that she's not very smart - that she doesn't understand. But the truth is, she does. She takes it in, learns it and does quite well. Her grades have never been perfect, never straight A's, but she's never failed anything either, averaging around a B/C grade. It's not as though she's amazingly intellectual with everything - in fact, Zae isn't amazingly intellectual. She's slightly above average really, what with her musical talent and vast knowledge on that subject. With your everyday academic subjects, however, she's about average. There's nothing wrong with that at all, Zae's quite happy to be classed as that. Science and Math (especially chemistry and algebra) were the two that she hated the most, and did the worst in. Usually gaining D+'s and C-'s, she just never could get her head around the concepts of numbers and formula's. At least she's never going to be a doctor... not that she could, what with a phobia of blood...
--- CREATIVE There's barely a time when Zae isn't being creative in some way. Whether it's doodling in class, writing music or even dabbling in a bit of drama. She can't help it and is constantly driving people mad by it. She has a tendency to just sing when she's at home, usually at random and quite often inappropriate moments. She's been known to leave the dinner table halfway through a meal to write down a chord progression or lyric, pulled out a pen in a restaurant and done the same thing on a napkin, and even just started belting out a half written song in the middle of the shopping mall. When inspiration comes, Zae knows you either grab it, or lose it forever. And in all honesty, it's best to grab it. She keeps her four guitars scattered around her tiny apartment (she refuses to live in the student accommodations), just in case the need to play them comes around - meaning she doesn't run the risk of leaving the room to get the guitar and losing the idea.
--- DEPRESSIVE Yes, Zae suffers from depression. But is it any wonder why? Her Mother left her at eight years old and her Father died shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Now, she doesn't try to hang herself every night or slit her wrists constantly, in fact, she rarely ever even contemplates killing herself. She usually just falls into a slump, feeling down and miserable for a few days at a time, suggesting that she may have a case of bipolar. Although, Zae refuses to go to a doctor about it - she's been once, collected her pills, why go again? After a particularly long depressive spell which lasted almost a month, she's stopped taking her medication and her music has turned quite dark and emotional. She refuses to talk about her Father's death, which doesn't help her depression, as she keeps all of her angry and hurt emotions locked up inside. She's scared that if people found out, it might get her attention that she doesn't want, and she's happy with staying practically invisible, thank you very much. Of course, the few friends that she does have know all about this, although she hasn't said anything yet about stopping her medication. Zae sees herself as being perfectly fine, ignoring how serious this actually is. What's wrong with wanting to hurt a little bit, right?
--- STUBBORN/INDEPENDENT You can offer to give this girl help, but she won't take it. No, she has to have a go herself first. Growing up with just her Father, Zae had to learn to become independent at a young age, and it's just become a part of who she is. She rarely asks for help and just prefers to work things out for herself - of course, if she's desperate then she will ask, but only out of desperation. If she's sick, then she'll refuse to let it get her down and will deny the fact that she's lost her voice or the fact that she's throwing up every five minutes. And don't even bother with telling her to see a doctor. She won't go unless she's dying, and even then you'll have to push her. She's a pain to wake up in the morning too, Zae will try everything she can in order to stay asleep - including biting and hitting. She's not above biting you for waking her up. The only way you'll achieve your goal of getting this teenager out of bed, is by having a large mug of coffee in your hands. Give her three or four of those and she will be willing to go quietly!
LIKES: starbucks, hair dye, vampires, sushi, japanese manga, brownies, convertibles, sunny days, black nail polish, heavy metal music, classic rock music, world music, jazz music, puppies and kittens, long summer nights, old horror films, cheesy romance novels, bullshit, hot weather, band merchandise, costume jewelry, soda, salads, milk, ice cream, call of duty, bubble baths, glasses, chocolate milk, crackers, cheese, cleanliness, keeping fit, photography, tim burton films, bones (the show, not actual bones), gossip girl, black star perfume, skelanimals, british accents, soft beds, christianity, neon lights, rubber ducks, friendship bracelets, victorian clothing, bubblegum, candles, fast cars, retro shit, vintage clothes, baking, loud music, the smell of petrol, the smell left after a rainfall, rain, thunder, lightning.
DISLIKES: fast food, calories, hospitals, airplanes and flying in general, politics, emoticons on instant messengers, the annoying sound that msn makes whenever you get an im, people who bitch her out, being cold, getting sick, blood, needles, bugs and creepy crawlies - especially spiders, feet and toes, fire, death, unemployment, rats, pigeons, seagulls, stupid people, blonde jokes, apple computers, iphones, ipads, public transport, allergies (nuts and bees), natural hair colour, secrets, sports on tv, snobby know-it-alls, racism, homophobia.
Perhaps the day on which this child was born was to have an indication of how her life would end up. November Thirteenth, a small baby was brought into the world, screaming and crying after a twenty two hour birth. Her parents, Steven and Allison McMurphy, named her Isaiah Leighton and they took her home happy, their own little family. Living in New Orleans, they owned a small house and were in the process of redecorating, making something of their new lives. Steven owned a hardware store and Allison was a teacher at the local elementary school. Everything seemed perfect to start with (except for Isaiah keeping them awake every night, screaming and crying), but shortly after their daughter's second birthday, Allison announced that she had been seeing another man, and presented Steven with divorce papers. He had no choice but to sign them and watch his wife walk away, now left with a toddler to look after. He sold the house, unable to pay the rent and the two of them moved into the tiny one-bedroomed apartment above his hardware store. It was cramped, but they somehow managed, with Steven sleeping on the pull-out couch and Isaiah having the only bedroom. Isaiah grew up happy, content, but always missing that female presence.
One thing that Steven was certain of, was that she wouldn't end up stuck in some dead-end job like he was, that she would make something of herself. So he encouraged her to try as many extra-curriculars and activities that she could. Ballet ended in disaster - the same with gymnastics. Turned out that Isaiah didn't (and still doesn't) have very good coordination skills. Art wasn't too bad, but she didn't enjoy it enough to want to do it constantly. Music on the other hand... that was something she fell in love with. Steven saved up and bought her a guitar as well as paying for her to have singing and piano lessons. It was a lot of money, but his daughter's future was worth it. Her voice grew quickly, giving her the ability to belt out ballads and sing such beautiful songs. Isaiah wrote her first song at twelve and soon started to fall in love with world music - eclectic pop to be specific. She formed a small band with several classmates and their talent grew. All through high school, they rehearsed and played gigs, having a great time. When graduation came, they played their final school prom, everyone knowing that they were ones to go to when you needed someone to perform. The summer after graduation, just as Isaiah was making plans to move to Emerson and continue her music studies, her father took a turn for the worse. He had a heart attack, and didn't make it through. Isaiah was crushed. She began to crawl inside herself - into a little protective shell. She became reclusive and shied away, once having been so outgoing and extroverted. Instead, she was now the complete opposite - depressive and introverted.
She went ahead with the move to Emerson, selling her Father's store and just letting New Orleans go. She couldn't stay here, it reminded her too much of him. She arrived in Philadelphia before class started, a good few months before in fact. Zae wasn't planning on staying in the student dorms, renting a small one-bedroomed apartment with the money from selling her Father's store. She busks for spare cash and is searching for another part-time job. She's making sure to keep up with her studies, wanting to fulfill the wish that her Father had for her. A part of her wants to search for her Mother, but something's stopping her. She's not sure what that something is, but why search for someone who left? Surely that means that she doesn't want to know Zae, right?
Why Emerson?
Zae chose to attend Emerson not only because of the music program, but because of the distance it put between her and her roots. She didn't want to stay in New Orleans and constantly be reminded of her past, yet at the same time she wanted to make something of her life. Who wants to be stuck busking on the streets forever, right? She looked around a lot of colleges, but Emerson was the one she fell in love with, and moved here shortly after making her decision.
Today hadn't been a productive day. Waking up to find a slip of paper pushed under the door to her two roomed 'apartment', stating that if she didn't hurry up and pay her rent, she would be out of there, wasn't exactly the best way to start the day. Yes, she was behind on it. Three months behind in fact, but busking here just wasn't the same as it had been back home. She used to be able to make alright money on the streets of New Orleans, yet here, people just weren't interested. Some would stop and listen, others would just walk on by and pretend that she wasn't there. God forbid, Joanne would actually get a job - music was what she lived for, she wasn't giving that up to work nine to five. Hoping that today would be slightly better money-wise had proven to be a load of bullshit. Ten hours busking in various locations earned her thirty dollars. Better than some days, yet still not enough to do anything with. Her father had left her some when he had died, yes - but it was in a trust fund that she couldn't access until twenty five. Two more years to go.
Ten hours after freezing her ass off in the busy city that was New York, it was growing dark. She didn't want to go back to the crappy bedsit she was renting, there wasn't a lot to do there except mope around listening to old records, might as well stay out. Kicking a stone on the path, she walked down the now dwindling streets, not really knowing where she was going, her guitar strapped to her back, her money in her satchel. She was just wandering, wrapped up in her leather jacket, chewing her gum, lost in the crazy place that was her head. She had a hip flask of whiskey in her jacket that she would occasionally sip from - it would take the sting off of everything.
Somehow, around two am, she ended up at the cafe Maci worked at. The sign on the door still said open, so she shrugged and walked inside, shutting the door behind her before slumping at the bar area. "Coffee please... make it black." To anyone who didn't know her, her New Orleans' drawl sounded majorly depressed, but to people who did, she sounded like this normally because, well, she was depressed. And hadn't been taking her medication for it. Fuck that. When one of the other staff members came over and told her they were closed, Joanne rolled her eyes and lashed out. "Yeah, you're closed huh? well, the sign says otherwise, dick."
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm RETRO GLAMOUR and I'm SEVENTEEN old. I'm GAGA'S LITTLE MONSTER. This is my FIRST application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from RPGCOLLECTION.
