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| User: | ada_crowe (82718) |
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| Name: | Ada Crowe | |||||||||
| E-mail: | britjannor@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Character Name(s): Her real name is Ada Grace Gardner. Her stage name, and what she goes by, is Ada Crowe. Gender: Female Race: Werejaguar Actual Character Age: 28 DOB: December 5, 1978 Physical Description: Ada is on the tall side, always has been. She finally topped out in ninth grade at 5’10, a height that most of the boys in her class never caught up with. She has a slender frame and weighs around 130 pounds. She has always kept her hair long—part of the ‘southern girl’ thing. She rarely wears it up, and when she does it’s because she’s hung over or otherwise ill. She lives in blue jeans and T-shirts, usually vintage concert tees stolen from her older brothers and sisters’ closets or collected on her own. Her idea of dressing up is to put on a button down shirt instead of a tee and maybe put on a little more makeup than the usual touch of eyeliner and mascara. Her eyes are a pale shade of brown and her mouth, while wideset, lacks the distinctive fullness that most of her brothers and sisters inherited. Distinguishing marks: Claw marks across her upper back from when she was turned. PB: Linda Cardellini Birth Location: South Carolina Personality: Ada was always the chatty one in her family. She was the baby until her (much) younger sister Cassandra came along, and thrived in the role of attention hog. She loved being praised, and found herself often in a role to receive such positive reinforcement. She was out to please everyone. Today, Ada has grown into a much more complete and yet more screwed up person. She still loves being around people, but she can find comfort alone as well. She found that she has an addictive personality through what was supposed to be experimentation with drugs that landed her in a rehab program for almost a year. She recovered and has been pretty much clean ever since then, but her old demons come back to haunt her and she’s the type that caves to temptation without much of a fight. In everything else though, she is very much a fighter. Outspoken and unafraid to speak her mind (hurting peoples’ feelings isn’t really something she tries to concern herself with too much). She’s quick to get angry, but just as quick to forgive so long as she deems your apology worthy of forgiveness. She only forms grudges against those who repeatedly do things that upset her, and those grudges are hard to break through. Background: Ada was born the fifth child to a working class family in rural South Carolina. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom (always said “you kids are my job”) and her father worked in a furniture factory. With four older brothers and sisters, it was hard to be noticed. Ada managed it well. It became obvious from the first time she learned a song—it was ‘Jesus Loves Me,’ she was three—that Ada had been gifted with a beautiful singing voice. When she wasn’t getting enough attention, she would simply climb up on anything that would get her nearer to her tall family’s eye level and sing loud enough that she would be heard. She loved going to church on Sunday unlike most of her other siblings, who found it long and dull. The sermons were interrupted often enough by hymns to keep her interested. As soon as she was old enough, she joined the church choir and sang up front. It was her first experience onstage, even if it was with thirty or so other people. All in all, she was a good girl until she hit high school. Her sheltered life had not prepared her at all from the world of public secondary schools, and the fact that she followed her older siblings, all of whom were Brady Bunch-ish in their perfection, sports and academic superstars. To tell the truth, Ada wasn’t collecting any of the gold stars. She was a good writer but not in the way her teachers wanted her to be, so she got bad marks in English. She sucked at math, she hated her choir teacher, history was boring, and Biology… well that was nap time. By the end of her first semester of her freshman year, she had already started to fall in with the “wrong crowd.” You know, the ones who don’t go to the family church. The ones who don’t really go to church much at all. She started out smoking pot and cigarettes, drinking on the weekends, partying with the upperclassmen like she belonged there. This type of behavior—cutting class, coming home smelling like liquor and marijuana and cigarette smoke—didn’t go over well with her Bible-thumping mother. Since her father had died, Ada’s mom was a lot quicker to give up on things, and managed within a few months of her daughters’ beginning to drift from the Holy path raise enough money through the church to pay Ada’s tuition to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina. The school itself, was, of course Church run and directed toward “troubled teens.” So basically, Ada met other people there who were in the same situation as her—misunderstood and acting out. It was there that she first picked up guitar under the guidance of a music teacher named Haley Marsden, who had also attended the school when she was younger. By the time she graduated (she was sent back to the school every year), she had developed a proficiency with the instrument and had found a lyrical voice. Instead of going back home, Ada got a job in Nashville waiting tables at a honky tonk where she also played gigs. She started networking, meeting people, getting more gigs, playing for more audiences, but never thought she’d land a record deal, even though she tried. She was twenty five and still waiting tables at the same old bar when she was finally discovered by a producer who helped her cut her first real album of edgy folk-country (think Lucinda Williams sound with a clearer voice). It actually sold well, and she started touring. She cut another album a year and a half later, and it did well also. During this time, the ‘star’ life (even though she was a small one) got a hold of her. Even though she’d gotten over her affinity for drugs, the accessibility of everything made it so much harder to stay clean. And she didn’t. Not stopping at the soft stuff, she worked her way up to coke and even did heroin a couple of times. She needed a wakeup call before she ended up just another washed up has-been in rehab (which she enrolled herself in while in San Francisco, and left three days later). Just after her 27 birthday, she was in the middle of her Europe tour, making a stop in Amsterdam, when a night of partying after a show went wrong. She met a man, not that this was anything new, but this time she was in more danger than she could imagine. It was the full moon, and he was a werejaguar. After they left the smoky bar and went out to talk in the alley, he changed and bit her—actually, mauled her pretty viciously in the process. He was a new were, and had very little control. In fact, it was his first full moon and he wasn’t even aware of the fact that the full moon had, in fact, come. She woke up the next morning in the care of a scout from Halcyon who had been in the area and heard word of the attack. The woman, also a were, posed as a family member of Ada’s at the hospital and began to explain things to the terrified and injured girl. Ada was told that there was a good chance that she would become a werejaguar herself now. Ada would have laughed in her face if she hadn't seen that man transform before her own eyes. She kept in touch with the scout through the next couple of weeks leading up to the full moon. The scout and Ada drove out into a wooded area that night, just in case, and Ada was given strict instructions to stay in the car if she didn't change, since the scout would regardless. The warnings weren't necessary. She underwent the first painful and exhilerating change that night. Ada, aware now that her life would be dramatically different, gathered up her guitars and her bags, told her touring band that she was heading back home to finish recuperating and that she would be in touch, and then headed off to Halcyon—another boarding school, but this one necessary in some respects—to try and get her life back together after this complete upheaval. Family: Mother who she assumes is still alive and lurking somewhere waiting to direct her troublesome daughter back to the righteous path. Her father is dead. She has several older siblings who all made her look like a worthless idiot in school because they were perfect. Her younger sister, Cassandra, is also at Halcyon, but the two hardly knew each other due to the ten year age gap and the fact that Ada was sent off to boarding school when Cassandra was four and never came back home after that for any significant period of time. Weakness: She has an addictive personality type. She tries to keep herself from smoking, but if there are cigarettes around she usually ends up lighting up anyway. Drugs can be a major temptation since she has felt the highs before and enjoyed them. She loves a good drink now and again as well. She has a few sharp edges to her personality as well that can make her difficult to get along with for some. She also has very little clue what to do with her newfound inner beast, as her first full moon (Friday) was somewhat of a blur that had taken place with the scout in some wooded area outside of Amsterdam. Any Training: Nothing that helps her out here. Plenty of guitar and music prowess, though! Special Skills: Singing, songwriting, playing guitar (both electric and acoustic, since she likes to mix it up onstage). Now she can also shift, has heightened senses, and all that other great wereanimal stuff. House: House of Fire Number of years in Halcyon: Just arrived Classes: Early Morning: Engergies/Emotions Late Morning: Music Late Afternoon: Inner Beast Control Job: Musician (Singer/guitarist) AIM Name: Brittjannor Rooming with: Alone.  DISCLAIMER: I am not nor do I claim to be Ada Crowe. She is a fictional character created so that I can have some nerdy fun and roleplay to my heart's content. I am not affiliated in any way with Linda Cardellini, she is simply used as a representation of Ada. All graphics and icons are credited to their respective creators. All lyrics used by Ada (unless otherwise noted) are the property of Lucinda Williams and I in no way claim to have written or otherwise own them. | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Member of: | 2: halcyon_halls, halcyon_houses | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
