FOSTER, azalea rae

[azalea rae foster]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way

AZALEA RAE FOSTER

when she talks, i hear the revolution
in her hips, there's revolution
when she walks, the revolution's coming
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It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

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Name: Shauna
Age: 20
Rping experience: 11-12 Years
Rping level: Depends on my mood lol
How did you find us: Uhmm Stay With Me

Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life

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Full Name: Azalea Rae Foster
Nickname(s): Az, Aza, Lea
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: April Second, 1994
Status: Single
Sexuality: Lesbian
Time spent at Horizon: 2 Years
Canon or Original: Cannon

Group: Student
Grade: 12
Horizon Group: Pathwinders
Why are you here: Anger Issues - Bipolar Disorder.
Staff Position: n/a

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same

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Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Height:5'3"
Weight: 138
Build: Slim and Slender
Tattoos and/or piercings: Septum, Lip, Ears, Belly Button, Vertical Clitoral Hood.
Style: A mixture of whatever.
Play By: Cassie Steele

The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

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Likes [5+]:
Women.
Weed.
Music.
Hook Ups.
Menthol Cigarettes.
Dislikes [5+]:
Her Mother.
Homophobia.
Sexism.
Relationships.
Heavy Drugs.
Fears [1+]:
Her Sister Not Being Proud of Her.
Strengths [3+]:
Persuasion.
Flirting, with any girl; gay or not.
Anything that has to do with music.
Weaknesses [3+]:
Staying Calm.
Relationships.
Being Sober.
Secrets [1+]:
She was raped at a young age.
She'll flirt with men, but just to lead them on.
Overall personality [at least 2 paragraphs; each 6+ sent.]:
Anger
Azalea was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder quite some time ago, the smallest things can make her burst into a fit of rage. But what to fear the most is when she goes into her manic episodes. When Azalea is in a manic episode, she doesn't sleep; barely eats; she's very hyperactive despite her lack of sleep; tends to be more sexual; and she lack's self control. Her manic episodes last from a few days to a few weeks, either so it feels like a lifetime for those around her. Specialists say that her disorder was triggered by the anger she has deep inside for her mother, after her father died all she needed was a mother but she left her. And that was when her manic episodes began, thus began the fits of rage.

Sexuality
Azalea is a very sexual being for a seventeen year old girl. She's a lesbian, but finds herself flirting and letting loose some of her tension with the men; however, she never sleeps or even touches them. Her sexual state of mind seems more in tact throughout her manic episodes, but doesn't really dim down when she isn't having one. She just loves sex, hooking up, and especially the feeling of an orgasm. Azalea always ends up getting what she wants, even with girls who don't like girls she just has a way with persuading people.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir

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Birthplace: Portland, Oregon
Hometown: Portland, Oregon
Heritage: Mexican and Puerto Rican from dad. Greek from mom.
Mother: Ava Anne, N/A
Father: Ricardo Joseph, Deceased
Sibling(s): Selena Anna Foster, 27
Other important family members: n/a
Pet(s): n/a

History [at least 2 paragraphs; 5+ sentences each]: The life of Azalea Rae Foster is anything but simple, she was pretty much raised by her father and her sister. When she was around eleven or twelve, her father passed away and she was crushed more than anything; if you were to ask Azalea about that day she'd tell you that she felt as if her heart was shattering into little tiny pieces. A year, or shortly after a year, after her father passed her mother left Azalea and her older sister to run off to Sin City with god knows who. As much as she hates to admit, Azalea cried the night her mother left her, although she truly hated her with all she had inside of her. Because of her father's death and her mother's disappearance, Azalea has abandonment issues; however, her bipolar disorder was another thing that came up after her mother left.

When Azalea was fifteen, she stopped pretending to herself, and the world around her and came out. She finally felt some thing going right with her life as she got the courage to share such a big thing of her life. Until of course some guy in her class opened his mouth, he called her a dyke. That was when all the anger she kept inside came out, and all she remembered was jumping on him. After she came back from her black out, she was being put in handcuffs while the boy was fighting for his life all bloody and bruised up. When the court date came up, she had a choice between going to anger management or going to Horizon. Azalea and her sister talked it over, and felt that going to Horizon would be best. Now, it's been two years and honestly, Azalea loves being there. She just wishes some one interesting could come around...

I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

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Rp sample [may be from other site; must meet posting requirements]:

drugs. the word made tyler laugh. schools always made it seem like drugs were bad words, as if they were to be shoved under the same category as fuck and other swears. tyler always wished she could go to a high school to talk about drugs, tell the teachers and what not that she'd be telling them a bullshit story on how to stay clean. but once she got there she would just rant about drugs made her who she is and she couldn't imagine her life without them, ending with a big finish of snorting cocaine off of the stage floor. she wouldn't be lying though, drugs, along with feminism and activism for the gay community, honestly did make her who she was and who she'll always be. that is until that horrid day comes and she's found face down on the concrete with a needle in her arm, crystal meth fresh in her veins. but tyler felt she had nothing to worry about since she didn't do heroin. but she would rather not talk about that, especially since she had nightmares of overdosing happening. now any other human being would stop and check up into rehab after the first dream right? wrong. well, in tyler's case.

if you couldn't tell already, tyler wasn't the best person in the world but you could say she tries. after going to a house party she heard about, she got so damn high and slammed back shots like it wasn't a big deal. but then she started coming down, and she bit her lip. she went around in a drunken stumble, asking people if they knew anyone who'd sell her powder. after a few minutes of searching she found the guy. once she got a hold of the tiny little bag, tyler couldn't help but grin. cocaine. after paying the guy and shuffling outside, she leaned against the house and slid down until she was sitting with her knees to her chest. she quickly placed a bit of the powder in the tiny fold of skin between her thumb and her index finger, quickly snorting hard. the minute the powder went up, her head went back. at first, when she first started doing drugs, the burn killed tyler and she would cry and curse; now, she just laughed an inpatient laugh. just waiting for her high to kick in. and that was the last thing she remembered

her eyes fluttered as she woke up as she felt her body shivering. she rolled onto her side, then quickly sitting up. her palm smacked against her aching head as she looked around. she was in some random alley, which meant she wandered off from the party after snorting her cocaine. she went in her pocket, pulling out her phone. six fourty five in the morning, she was only at the party from around eleven to one. so god knows what happened to her, she went to wipe her cold nose and felt dried up blood. the girl couldn't help but smirk, the girl went back into her shirt, pulling the baggie that got her in this mess and she smiled. there was still some left, so she proceeded with snorting it. tyler was the type of girl who obviously didn't care about where she ended up. she had her moments of waking up in a puddle of her own vomit, dried blood on her nostrils, and her fingers still clutching the bottle she finished hours ago. she'd woken up with the side of her face pressed against a cold toilet seat with vomit in the toilet, on her lips, on the seat, and on her shirt. but in her eyes, they seemed to be the moment she lived for. except for now, she never woke up in an alley alone at almost seven in the morning. that was one to write down.

the girl's laughter stopped once she realized she was going to be late for school. "fuck school." she mumbled under her breath as she picked herself up off of the ground. tyler started walking, until she found herself to the streets when a sigh of relief escaped her lips. for some reason, as much as she couldn't stand school and was nineteen still in school; some thing wouldn't let herself drop out. she knew though, her father. the girl walked and walked, feeling higher and higher until she found herself at the front doors of henley high school. she'd only been there four days and got herself a reputation, don't talk to her or she might fuck you up. that was what they all said, tyler was a hardass and she couldn't help that it was just how she is. tyler looked at her phone again and laughed. "just in time for lunch." talk about late, talk about some one who gives a shit. well that wouldn't be tyler, anyway she walked into the school with her sunglasses on and got a late pass then made her way to the cafeteria.

after going in line and buying an iced tea, tyler sat at an empty table and began sipping. eyes glancing at everyone who she knew was staring. she rolled her eyes, shades still on. all she needed was some one finding out she was high. if it were weed she wouldn't mind, but cocaine was another story. her feet couldn't stay still under the table, just one of the symptoms but that wasn't nothing. she just hoped she could last before she was coming down. that would be terrible.

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