Name: Amelia Louise Thomas
Age: AAmelia is at a very vulnerable age, fifteen: maturing, yet still barely more than a child. Fifteen is the age of empty promise, shattered dreams, deadly secrets and sinful temptations...
Gender: Dare you call her other than female, you shall unleash her wrath...
Appearance: Amelia is a splendid beauty. To allow these words - this sinful understatement - to slip from your lips would be a disgrace, for her looks excede mortal beauty. Her looks may even be comparable to those of the Goddess Aphrodite, whos beauty has caused her, the legendary daughter of Zeus, to rise to fame over the centuries. Of course, my previous statement about Amelia, for beauty IS after all in the eye of the beholder, is it not? But Amelia has been known to attract attention, which says a lot considering she rarely ever sets foot out of the house.
At first glance, you would assume her simply to be an illusion, a trick of the light, for how codl suh a lady exist toda, in the twenty-first century, with her gowns of lace and shimmering silken locks woven with the utmost care into the most incricate patterns?
Those locks of which I speak are a vibrant dark strawberry auburn, cascading in effortlessly romantic ringlets over her slender, bony, scrawny white shoulders, tumbling like a glistening waterfall of delicious human blood down her back, spiralling downwards like a child sinking deeper and deeper into the dark depths of the ocean as they drown, swirling and curling until they reach her large, succulent breasts.
She does not see you...but you see her...
The dark, shadowed circles beneath her large, intoxicating ice-blue eyes - a tell tale sign o may sleepless nights - contrast greatly with the unusual, eeriy pale white of her blemish-less skin. The eyes themselves are sullen and sunken, almost lifeless, yet they shine with a merciless glimmer. Within them, all the secret sadness of the world in enclosed. They are the locked windows to her tainted soul, every bat of the long, thick, smoky black lashes that frame them like turning an old, faded page in a tragic novel.
Some say that her eyes arel like two magnets. Those unfortunate enough to become trapped in her mesmerizin aze find it impossible to pull away. They are rooted like trees to the spot, just waiting for the axe-man that never comes to chop them down and free them from her spell. They are paralyzed, trapped like a helpless animal in the glaring headlights of a fast-approaching vehicle. From their demise they know there is no escape, yet they are at peace. Her presence sets them to rest.
Others say that one gaze from this irresistible beaty is enough to melt even the coldest of hearts - and make no mistake, those who say this speak no untruth - but beware, for that very same gaze can quickly become just as cold as, if not ten times colder than, the icy hearts it is so notorious for melting. Her sunken, sullen eyes can be as cold as a raging winter wind, or as warm and inviting as the cracking fire in the house you are sheltering. Ether way, she continues to enchant.
Her full, plump, luscious lips are as red as rubies and as vibrant and sensual as the blood of an innocent victim slaughtered mercilessly in a state of utmost vulnerability. Ever so slowly, they part just slightly to reveal a set of pearls, curling either upwards into the slightest and smallest of smiles, or downwards into an expression of heartbreaking melancholy.
Personality: The most unnerving and unsettling thing about Amelia's personality is that it is always changing. Like the weather, she goes through many changes on a daily, hourly, secondly basis. With every tick of the grandfather clock aother face of her personality is shown, but she has three main personalities that seem to act independantly, as though she were three different people almost:
Melancholy Amelia is the quietest. She - or should I say it, for this is not a person but rather a side of a person's personality - is the quietest. When she is in this state she prefers to be left alone to brood woefully in the corner, all the while singing her haunting, sorrowful song and writing poetry that could cause even the strongest of hearts to shatter as though it were as fragile as one of the porcelain dolls of whih she is so very fond.
Angry Amelia is NOT a force to be taken lightly. She may be mentally ill and she may be nearly blind, but do not underestimate her power. When anagry she becomes as deadly as a raging tornado, as ferocious as a lioness defensively protecting her new-born cubs.
Then there is the bubbly, hyper-active side of her that never gets tired and is always up for a good girlie gossip and a chat! This is the side shown most frequently, next to her melancholy side. She very rarely gets angry, which is what makes her all the more terrifying when she does. Her insanity lies just behind the surface that is her mask of a smile, drawing you in like a moth to a flame only for her harsh words to plunge a metaphorical knife into your chest. Make no mistake, she is not normal. She is unstable. She is batty, she is bonkers, she is loopy, she is crazy, mental, insane. She's as mad as a hatter without his tea. She's as loopy as a owl of chereos. She's so nuts that if ever she were to come upon a squirrel, it would take one look at her and assume her to be lunch. She's so bananas that if she were ever to find herself face-to-face with a monkey it would immediately pouce on her and try to peel her skin off. Get it? Got it? Good.
Do you own a Death note?: Yes...
If so, who is your Shinigami?: She is in need of one
Do you die?: Everybody dies. Each life comes to an end each minute, just as a new life comes into the world. A rose will bud, bloom and then eventually wilt, shedding its once-beautiful petals like tears streaming down the porcelain cheeks of a depressed teenage girl.
Bio: Amelia was born on July 16, 1997 at approximately twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Though it was July, darkened storm-clouds hung forebodingly like malicious bringers of doom in the sky, plummeting the world into a twenty-four hour twilight. From the moment she was born her mother could sense that there was something very wrong with her daughter.
She was right.
As time progressed, Rochelle noticed that her daughter was not developing the way her friends' babies were. er big blue eyes - adorable as they were - were not focusing on anyone or anything. She could not walk yet, or even sit up. She seemed unable to pick up on visual cues and the slightest of noises surprised her. When Amelia was six months of age, she was diagnosed with Optic Nerve Hypoplasia, a medical condition caused by the under-development of the Optic Nerve, which is like the wire that connects the eyes to the brain. This meant that Amelia was visually impaired. This was the last straw, the final blow to her parents' already crumbling relationship. Though they tried to make it work, the relationship deteriorated. The two parted on very bad terms, causing Rochelle to go through a period of isolated depression.
Raymond, her ex-partner, had left her poor, single, pregnant and with a child that clearly needed medical attention. Rochelle seriously considered aborting the second baby, but her mother, Vivianne, her mother, insisted she keep the child. She offered Rochelle an alternative; continue with her life, raise the child and allow Vivianne and her husband, Nelson, to raise Rochelle's first-born baby.
Rochelle agreed, bringing baby Jack into the world and soon finding a new partner, Leon. Amelia meanwhile was raised by her grandparents, her grandfather being a wealthy Health and Safety Officer and her grandmother a stay-at-home housewife. Amelia was lavished with love, attention and material things...but deprived of her freedom.
Fast-forward a few years and Amelia had a new sister, Bethan. As Bethan prepared to start Elementary School, Amelia was starting Secondary School. Rochelle was once again single, as Leon had abandoned her to marry the evil, devious, manipulative Ramona.
Amelia was severely bullied. She became anorexic and depressed. There was one incident when she was cornered in the locker room for half an hour, the students screaming profanities at her. There was another incident when a rock was aimed at her head and another incident when she was chased around the school until she suffered from a panic attack. A teacher finally discovered the hyperventilating child and had another member of staff drive her home.
Amelia was out of school for six months. During that time she was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome and depression. She had grown unhealthily slim and white as a ghost. She had, however, gained a little more freedom. But that was soon to change.
At her second school she was re-united with a childhood friend and they soon began to date. But he had changed. Lewis was abusive and aggressive. He was very strong and he was always subtly hinting that if she failed to co-operate with his perverted desires he would bring his father's gun into school. He touched her inappropriately and, on one occasion, tried to have sex with her in a car. She was then victimized in her drama class. She had always loved drama but she grew to dread that class. Girls would pull her hair and run away. They would call her names ad she would scream. The teacher blamed her, humiliating her by giving her a terrible report.
Once again, she was taken out of school.
She was then placed in a special unit for children with Asperger's syndrome under the charge of the seemingly sweet Margatetta Slone. But when fellow student Ian James began to stalk Amelia, Margaretta refused to believe her. Worried about her precious reputation, Margatetta lied to Amelia's amily about her and tried to turn everyone against her.
After Amelia had a mental breakdown she was once again removed from school. She has since acquired a new baby brother, Charlie, and her mother has become engaged to the sweet but unexpressive Jeremy Evans. Amelia has become a modern day Rapunzel, yet she she has also become famous because of her book, "The Secrets of Serenity Falls."
Other: Amelia has the voice of a fallen angel. She can sing, act and write beautiful stories, songs and poetry. She has tree voices in her head. Her body cannot fight off infection, illness or disease naturally so she has to take tablets, which her grandfather tells her she literally relies on to live, but she believes this to be a slight exaggeration.