Vanity Grace Lance-Newlane [ FIN ]

[Nott]

Blackbird
Singing in the dead of night,


Name :: Vanity Grace Lance-Newlane
Gender :: Female
World :: Travels between them.

[I'm Vanity. Yes, it is my name. Try not to say it out loud too much, it's embarrassing. . . ]

Age :: Sixteen years of age.
Date of birth :: January the fifth, 1993.
Star Sign :: Capricorn

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Take these broken wings,
And learn to fly.

Height :: Five-foot seven-inches.
Weight :: 129 lbs.
Complexion :: Her skin is almost beige --- It's light, but still has a tan color to it.
Build :: Somewhat tall, thin, but not necessarily "skinny". She's comfortable with her frame for the most part, it feels just right. But she's paranoid and self-conscious about everything. This is no different.

[My hair is so dull. If you look at it too long, you might get a headache from lack of interest.]

Hair :: Hair is dark brown, very, very dark brown. The color, specifically, is called bistre. It is long, and very flat, thin, uninteresting. Three short, thin braids are wound through her bangs.
Eyes :: The same color as her hair, if not darker. But, equally as dull.
Piercings :: Her ears are pierced, as well as six cartilage piercings on her right ear. Each is a different shade of purple.
Tattoos :: None, but eventually, she'd like to get one.
Outstanding features :: She wears huge, clunky wooden jewelry, it makes her feel more secure. Why? Who knows.
Other :: She's very plain. So plain, she almost blends into the background. She is by no means ugly --- When you look at her closely, she is actually quite pretty. But, she fades into the background so much that you don't even notice. Which, in her opinion, is no better than being butt ugly.[/size][/font]

All your life. . .


Likes ::
- Jude
- Reading
- Cleanliness
- The smell of rubbing alcohol
- Jude
- Quiet music
- Birds
- Hats
- Jude
- Grocery shopping on her own
- Peaceful silence
- Solitude
- Jude
- Nature, trees, etc
- Clouds
- People with similar interests
- Jude




[Maybe you and I could talk sometime.]

Dislikes ::
- Reality
- Canna
- Ignorant, happy people
- Her own emotions
- Her own self
- Loneliness
- Loud, obnoxious people
- Puffcorn
- Cats
- Her name
- Her hair
- Her eyes
- Her lips
- Her features
- When Jude is upset, scared, or suffering.

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You were only waiting for this moment
To arise. . .


Strengths ::

- She has a strong sense of determination
- She's courageous
- She's typically gentle
- She's wise, especially considering her age.
- She's modest.

Weaknesses ::

- Her pessimistic attitude
- Her tendency to hide from others
- Her many multitudes of dislikes.
- Beauty (Or lack thereof.)

Quirks ::

- She sometimes chews her hair to calm herself down.
- She travels between the worlds in hopes of breaking down Canna. The real world is being destroyed by these oblivious humans --- none of them have the right to be happy.
- When Jude is around, she loses her sense of personality and becomes like a newly adopted puppy, following him around blindly. It really is troublesome, but she loves it.
- She's somewhat codependent.


[Jude, I understand. Stop trembling, Jude. Jude, don't cry. Jude. . .]

Fears ::

- Being completely alone. But it'd probably be for the best anyway.
- Blood
- Funerals, caskets, etc.
- Violence
- Broken glass / sharp objects that could cut people. Her mother has to hide the knives, because Vanity would be uncomfortable in the house if she knew they were there.

Hopes ::

- Grow closer to Jude
- Support Jude
- Help Jude in any way she can
- Bring down Canna, break those people out of that girl's ridiculous non-reality.
- Become more noticeable.
- Be less pessimistic.

Aspirations ::

- Get closer to Jude
- Support Jude
- Help Jude in any way she can
- Bring down Canna, break those peo--- You get the point, don't make me repeat myself.

Secrets ::

- She's actually very, very afraid. Of everything. Of herself, of reality, of all of it. She doesn't want to destroy Canna, she actually quite likes it. But she knows if she doesn't get rid of it, she'll become dependent of it --- And that would be bad. Getting rid of it is the only choice, right? And plus --- Jude wants it gone, and if it will make Jude happy, then it will make her happy. She would make the world stop for Jude.
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Blackbird
Singing in the dead of night,


Mother :: Katrina Lance [ Biological ], Amalia Wright [ Marital ]
Father :: Tyler Newlane
Siblings :: Cerise Newlane [Younger Half-Sister, aged eleven.]
Other family :: Zealous and Leo Nott [ Cousins, through a marriage, not through blood. They aren't actually related. ]

[Dad, you're the English teacher. Why do you care what grade I get in math?]

Friends :: Jude Trist Alvis
Pets :: None, Cerise is allergic to the dander.
History :: She and Jude --- Her dearest Jude --- Have known each other since, literally, preschool. They both used to be incredibly joyful children. They excelled in school, and have been great friends ever since they had met on the first day. Slowly but surely, Jude's personality began to develop --- when you're four, you all really act the same, after all. But Jude saw the real world --- And she admired his wisdom, but cried a little every time she realized what this "wisdom" was doing to him. Because, apparently, being ignorant about what was truly going on around you would really be much better. He began to be incredibly dreary, but he taught her, nonetheless, because she asked. And it opened up her eyes. And Jude was right --- being ignorant really would have been better.
It was after he had one of his first true meltdowns and started to break away that she realized what she really felt, and what she had to do. So, she promised herself that she would watch over him and care for him no matter what he did to her or others, she would always be by his side. And, she has held to her promise.[/size][/font]


Take these sunken eyes,

And learn to see!



Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!

[It's okay, Jude. Let's go to Canna. I'll come with you.]

Role-Play sample ::

Vanity didn't have much to do today. It was a weekend --- a Saturday to be precise, and you wouldn't really think it, but Saturdays were actually the most boring day of the week for Jude and Vanity.
Jude, clad in his light blue pull-over and dark blue jeans, was hanging by the pits of his knees from a tree limb, his hair fanned out, and he watched Vanity with curiosity.
"What are you doing? What is that thing, anyway?" She struggled to fit a few parts together, then glanced up at him.
"I'm trying to fix this bloody radio. It would be nice to have some music today --- the weather is perfect for this type of thing."
"What type of thing? And I don't see what the weather has to do with music. I would just as happily listen to music in the winter as I would now." Jude really was a trivial person. Vanity sighed.
"The weather is nice for just laying on the grass and listening to music. You know, hanging out. Something normal people do?" She said, jumping up a bit as an electric charge from the large, bulky machine bit at hr hand. She winced, and placed her tongue to the burnt area, soothing the pain a bit.
"We aren't exactly normal people, you know. What with Canna and all. But the weather is nice, I'll agree with you on that. I'd still prefer autumn, though." He said, reaching back up towards the branch and swinging back down so he was facing right-side-up.
"Well, Jude, if you find a way to control the seasons, please. Let me know. Ah!" She said, enthusiastically as she got some type of static from the huge boom-box. In the background, she could hear the voice of a man, doing a weather broadcast. She proceeded to tune it, then changed the station abruptly. She didn't much like the weather broadcasts, they were always wrong anyway. It was replaced by a calm piano song, one she had heard before, but she couldn't quite place the name. Either way, the notes made a pleasant ringing in her ear, and she set the bulky thing down on the ground, near the base of the tree.
Jude dropped from the branch that he was hanging from, and sat down on one side of the boom-box, listening to the music.
"I still don't understand all of this, but I'm glad you fixed this contraption. Even if the reception isn't so great."
Jude was happy. He was happy.
"Yeah," Vanity said, sitting next to him and smiling, despite herself, "I am, too."

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All your life,
You were always waiting for this moment to be free.

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[Annika~]

I love that song. <3 You're a Beatles fan?

Accepted~!

[Nott]

Absolutely XD
I love that song too.
I bet you can't guess where I got the name Jude from.


Thank you