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[ARIELLE CAROL LORE]

( ARIELLE CAROL LORE )

( THEBASICS )

NAME: ARIELLE CAROL LORE. My first name means "Lion of God" , and my middle name means "Champion". I guess my parents wanted me to be a champion and lion of God, which is cool. They're just… very vague on the reason why I have these names...
NICKNAMES: Ari, Elle, Ellie- The last two are rare and only certain people call me Ari…
AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY:
SCHOOL: Columbia University
MAJOR: M.F.A. in Theatre Performance
GRADE: Graduate
OCCUPATION: My job always varies but right now I'm in the local Shakespeare company and am performing the role of Lady Macbeth in "Macbeth".
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ETHNICITY: American

( THEAPPEARANCE )

FACE: Felicity Jones
HEIGHT: 5'5"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs.
HAIR&EYE COLOR: Arielle has long, dark brunette hair that sometimes has a reddish tint to it in the right light. She has green eyes that look like a mix between the colors of olives and emeralds.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: One of the distinguishing features on Arielle is the way her eyes look. Most of the time the upper lids are a bit low, giving the eyes a sad appearance. Her smile, even when true, looks a bit sad as well. On the rare occasion Arielle smiles fully (creating dimples) and there is no sadness to be seen, her eyes sparkle and her smile lights up the room. She wants this to be true but she won't really believe it until she is affirmed by someone she cares about.

( THEPERSONALITY )

LIKES: Acting, philosophy, apologetics, singing, writing, dancing, swimming, reading, learning, performing, applause, roses, water lilies, Shakespeare, Ravi Zacharias, C.S. Lewis (major geek over him, she can talk about him for hours) Dr. Seuss (she says it's philosophy for children), classic literature, intellectual/deep conversations, different countries, learning about different cultures, different accents (she has a special weakness for the British and New Zealand ones), traveling the world, sloths, dogs (she has a weakness for beagles and huskies), squirrels, horses, horseback riding, the beach and ocean, mermaids, snorkeling, playing piano, cello, violin, guitar, ocarina, harp, ukulele (while skilled in these instruments, she is no virtuoso. She can only play enough to get by and not sound atrocious, so she is by no means perfect at all.), choirs, symphonies, plays, musicals, operas, movies, ice cream, different types of music as long as it isn't inappropriate or dirty, getting dressed up (she loves any excuse to glam it up), masquerades and masquerade masks, photo shoots, period pieces and costumes, museums, laughing, funny things
DISLIKES: Chauvinists, finding a guy and seeing he doesn't meet her standards, being told she has high standards, different types of formatting, clubs, alcohol, drugs, ignorance, red eyes, vampires, werewolves, horror genre, screamo, hospitals, traumatic events, fake people, conflict, stressful situations, being unsure of her path in life, sometimes she gets disheartened when guys don't seem to notice her, bugs, abuse, cussing,
STRENGTHS: acting, writing, swimming, singing, can make philosophy easy to understand
WEAKNESSES: awkward with physical touch in fear of getting rejected, she has a bite to her words when she's too stressed or upset, suffers from PMDD, always second-guesses herself and her talents, compares herself to others in her low times, can't lift heavy things to save her life, bad in the heat (physical labor outside? forget about it)

FEARS: Getting too close to someone and losing them, scared to be affectionate in fear of rejection, not being able to help mission to the world and accomplish all her dreams before she dies, not making it in at least some part of history, ending up alone, conflicts, upsetting or disappointing people who are important to her, so many possible injuries (she watched ER shows a lot when she was younger so she's kind of scarred for life)

SECRETS: The relationship I'm looking for will not be superficial; I'm looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with, I love Disney movies and watch them... a lot..., Most of the time when I say "I don't care": I really do, I'm saving myself for marriage,

OVERVIEW: She's mostly philosophical and sometimes brooding, which is why she's afraid to get close to anyone. She's the type of girl who will listen to others and give advice and not judge, but is terrified of telling her negative feelings to others. Every time she does she knows that's not the real her (she's not totally negative), but she's afraid people are going to judge her. She always wishes she could take her venting back and prays people forget what she said. She also suffers from PMDD (Pre-Menstral Dysphoric Disorder) so whoever she settles down with will have to be strong for her and remind her it's not herself talking, it's the disorder. She took a few years to travel the world while taking philosophy and apologetics classes. She's an intellectual who has no idea what she wants to do. She wants to do so many things in her life and she's afraid she'll never have time to accomplish any of it because time moves so quickly. She can sing but is extremely shy about it. However she's very cultured and loves opera and everything in the arts. She can play some musical instruments but she's no virtuoso; however, being forced to practice everyday up until senior year of high school can make one pretty decent. Perhaps she's a little too cultured and grown up for her age; her parents always say she belongs in another era. People always ask how she's still single but Arielle is looking for a man who can at least keep up an intelligent conversation. Perhaps she's really waiting for a man who is also from another era: the one filled with intelligent gentlemen and chivalry. 

As much as she craves affection, she's afraid to receive it because she knows that means someone has worked a way into her heart. This paralyzes her for a few seconds as she tries to figure out how to continue acting normally without accidentally pushing them away. She's afraid to hug people or give them a pat on the back because she's afraid they'll reject her, yell at her, or think she's weird. She also loves hugs or affectionate gestures but she hardly receives it. She knows it's because of the wall she's put up. On her good days Arielle feels like she's on top of the world and nothing can stop her. On her bad days she compares herself with anyone she admires and feels like she'll never be as good as them. (But she forgets that said people have years of experience under their belts. 

Parties and other social events are fun for her because she gets to socialize but is able to leave whenever she wants and doesn't have to worry about starting relationships. At first she's the girl off in the corner sitting alone; this is because she is she and wants to get an idea of what kind of people are around her and who she should stay away from and who is safe to talk to. Once she's figured it out she'll stand up and maneuver her way around the room, trying to find a way to start a conversation with someone without feeling awkward about it. People always tell her she has great confidence for her age but it never seems to sink in.  

( THEHISTORY )

PARENTS: Becca Lore, 55, make-up artist, mother, living
Christopher Lore, 58, producer, father, living
SIBLINGS: Only child (unaware she was adopted and has a sister)
OTHER FAMILY: Nope

PETS: Sloth, 11 months, Husky
Husky Bo (means "fast") Hunter, unsure of age/around four months?, Sloth

SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS: Upper class
HISTORY: Dear Diary, 
Mommy and Daddy are upset with me again. I don't know what I'm doing wrong... I just want them to be proud of me. I didn't get the star, which is the lead role in the recital at school... Kelly did. I heard my parents talking to my teacher and she said it's only because it's Kelly's last performance here and I'd get the lead next time because I'm really good. But when she left I heard Mommy say "Arielle needs to be like Kelly. But perhaps this is a blessing in disguise: she needs to focus on her homework before she can even think about excelling in the arts". Daddy didn't say anything but I could tell he didn't really agree. Sometimes I think he's afraid to stand up to Mommy when she's mad; I don't blame him. Mommy is scary when she's mad. Mommy and Daddy don't believe that I'm 'intuitive', like my teacher says. She tells me to never abandon my gift and that it can help me and others in the future, but every time I try to share a feeling I get from another person, Mommy and Daddy say I'm judging and I shouldn't do that. But it doesn't feel wrong or mean when I do it. I'll listen to my teacher, though. I love my gift and am very grateful God gave it to me!

Dear Diary, 
Mommy says I need to be home-schooled since she and Daddy work all the time. She thinks it's also punishment for my low grades but I secretly am glad to be leaving school. I don't fit in with a lot of the other kids anymore, and when they do talk to me they're always mean. It's almost my ninth birthday and Mommy said if I don't get an A on my next history test then I won't get a party. She's so unfair! And sometimes when she's mad at me and I try to hug her or reach out to her she says "Don't touch me!" and flinches away. When she hugs me sometimes I don't feel anything. Is that bad? I feel warm when Daddy hugs me, though. I feel safe there. Sometimes when Mommy gets home from work she'll spend time with me for a few minutes but then she'll do something else. I get mad because I want her to spend more time with me but she calls me demanding and needy. One time she said she was going to take me to therapy if I didn't stop being so clingy. But I see other kids' moms hugging them and playing with them all the time. I don't understand. At least Daddy spends time with me a lot. But then Mommy just gets mad at him.

Dear Diary, 
Sorry it's taken me two years to write anything. Not much has happened since my last entry. Speaking of which, I got a B on that test so I never got a party. Since I've been home-schooled I get to travel the world with Mom and that's a bitter-sweet thing. On her good days it's like we're best friends, but on her bad days it's like she's out to get me and she looks at me like I'm not even her daughter- like she doesn't even know who I am. I also sometimes see regret in her eyes and I don't know why. It's not the kind of regret a parent gets when their child disappoints them and they think 'I should have raised you differently"... No, it's something deeper than that and I'm not sure what it is. I don't even dare to ask. On the plus side, I've got to see her at work and I've met a lot of actors, dancers, models, and singers while Mom does their makeup. But we only talk for a short time until Mom tells me to leave and study because I'm in the way. Most of the time an awkward tension appears and I can see whoever is getting their makeup done is clearly uncomfortable as they murmur something like "She's not in the way, she's a delight. But I understand that studying is important." Others don't say anything, but I don't really care nor expect them to. I miss Dad a lot when he has to stay home and work, but he always sends letters and funny cards that say something along the lines of "hang in there". 

Dear Diary, 
The film Mom is doing makeup for is being filmed in Africa and I got to meet some village kids. They were really nice and seemed to like me a lot. It felt really good to be wanted and liked. But every time that happens I wonder why Mom sometimes acts like she doesn't want me around. I'm so tempted to start calling her by her first name behind her back, but if I slip up and call her that to her face she'd definitely hate me. Oh, it's my freshman year of high school and Mom and Dad decided I need to go to boarding school. I don't really know why, but I feel like it's because my mom doesn't want to deal with me anymore. But my dad said they both just want me to get the best education possible; I'm surprised my mom didn't offended by the fact that she can't give me the best education. I have to laugh, though. 
The boarding school is for the arts and I want to study them, but I'm still not sure if I want to have a career in that. 

Dear Diary,
I hate it here. I'm glad to be away from my mom but sometimes I miss her. I miss dad more, though. He sends me things, but Becca doesn't. I don't care, though. No one here talks to me; they look at me like I have three heads or something. I have one friend here and she tells me everyone else is jealous of me, and on my good days I believe that and can see I'm special. But on my bad days (which are quickly outnumbering the good days), I don't believe it and I feel like since I can't conform to society something is wrong with me. My friend assures me that she loves how I don't conform and I can do great things with that, but I just feel so hopeless sometimes. I like a guy here but he didn't ask me to the prom. I was always told I'd be a heartbreaker but none of the guys seem to notice me. My dad is probably happy about that. At least I like all of my classes. But liking to learn is another thing that separates me from most of my classmates. I love my friend, but I know she can't hang out with just me all of the time. As much as we have in common, we're also different when it comes to socializing. I hope I don't lose her.

Dear Diary, 
I don't know how I did it, but I lost her. Maybe it was when I confronted her about asking Timothy to the dance when she knew I was getting up the courage to do it. She got mad and told me I took too long, and that made me even more upset. From there things were tense until there was nothing but numb distance between us. One day she got drunk and called me a pseudo-intellectual loner and said she wondered why she was even friends with me. I wanted to spit in her face- the first time I ever wanted to do something like that. But I held back and just cried in the shower later that night. I was able to defend myself to her, but it was hard not to cry while doing so. Mom hardly sends me anything but Dad does. I'm sure he gets flack for that.  

Dear Diary, 
I made it through high school, but honestly I can hardly remember anything. It's all a blur and the only things I remember are from my classes. I don't even care anymore, though. My grades still weren't good enough for Becca and she called me a 'disappointment' and a 'waste of money'. Dad finally tried to talk to her about her words but she got mad at him too and stormed out. We thought she wasn't going to come back and I wasn't sure how to feel about that. But Dad and I made hot chocolate and played some card games until Becca finally came home. Ugh, she's on the warpath again. Hold on...

Dear Diary,
I don't know what Becca said to Dad, but I want to know. I tried asking and they both told me to shut up. Dad hasn't gotten upset with me like this in a long time! I was about to go downstairs after I wrote that Becca was yelling, but before I got to the bottom I heard Dad yell, "And you never told me that!? How dare you! I had a right to know!". I didn't want to listen anymore. Their fighting reminded me of hearing them when I was little and my chest began to tighten. I hurried back up to my room and heard more screaming and even cussing (which I hardly ever heard, and if I cussed it was the end of the world), then there was a long silence. I didn't come out until morning and when I went downstairs no one was there. I was about to get cereal when the door opened and Dad stumbled in. That's when things went south real fast. The way he looked at me felt... wrong. Just horribly, horribly wrong. There was uncertainty in his eyes. He looked at me almost like Becca does often- like he didn't even recognize me. I was about to ask him what was wrong and if he'd been out all night, but as soon as I opened my mouth he told me not to speak. The sound of his voice and five o'clock shadow affirmed my suspicions that he had been up all night. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and I wondered if he'd just been out walking or if he'd stayed at a hotel, but then he closed the door and I saw an empty bottle of Jack in his hand. My eyes widened and I realized I'd never seen either of my parents drunk. Come to think of it, I don't think I'd ever seen them drink. I went to speak again (though I was unsure of what to say) and suddenly felt a sharp pain across my cheek as my head whipped to the side. My eyes were wide with shock as I processed what had just happened, and for a moment I forgot that Dad was the only one home. Becca would slap me sometimes when she was mad at me when I was younger. She wasn't afraid to do it in front of people, either. It was so embarrassing, especially in front of my friends. But Dad? Dad never did that. I looked up at him and I saw regret flash across his face, but it was gone in another second. He made to speak but nothing came out so he just shook his head. "Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice breaking. "It... doesn't matter..." He mumbled drunkenly before he walked away. My voice rose as I desperately asked him repeatedly why he'd slapped me, why he was drunk, and what I did wrong. "It's your mother's fault. Ask her." So when she came home later that afternoon, also wearing the same clothes but look more refreshed and sober than Dad, I did. She also slapped me and demanded I never ask anything like that again. I was also told to never speak of this again. 

Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is my first day at college. I didn't get into the school Mom wanted me to get into, but I don't care. It was a minority thing anyway, but Mom still says I should have worked harder to be good enough to have my acceptance not even be a question. But I'm going to my dream school and that's all that matters. It's a miracle Mom is even paying for it, but I know she has to if she wants me to get a degree and "make something of [myself]". Dad has still been distant and different with me ever since that night. I want to know why. What did I do to make him act like I was a stranger in the house? When I got my acceptance letter he told me congratulations like he was saying it to someone he'd just met. I mean I saw pride and joy in a brief smile before he seemed to will it away. Did he maybe read my diary? No, I don't think he'd do that. He apologized for slapping me and said he has no recollection of doing that since he was drunk, but while I heard regret in his voice, I also heard justification. I hope my intuition is wrong on this one, but I doubt it. I have no idea what to believe with my parents anymore.

Dear Diary,
College is great! I love my classes and I'm even making a few friends! I'd rather have a few close ones, anyway. I even think I want to be an actress now, or at least do something in the theatre. 

Dear Diary, 
I studied abroad last semester! Still no boyfriends or much attention from guys, but when I'm studying I don't care. Free time is rough for me, though. Ha ha! 

Dear Diary,
I graduated! I'm going to take a few years off and travel the world and study different things!

Dear Diary,
I've always loved traveling! But now I don't know what I want to do anymore! I love philosophy and apologetics as much as theatre. I'll pray for guidance. 

Dear Diary,
I'm getting my M.F.A. I'll philosophize, apologize, and write on the side. Dad and I have still grown distant, and Mom hardly ever calls me anymore. Every time she does ends in disappointment from her. I really don't know what she wants from me, but I'm learning to not care anymore. It still hurts, though, when I let it sink in that my parents don't appreciate me. I got the part in the Shakespeare company! They love me! I'm glad I'm being appreciated for my talents, again. 

Dear Diary,
I've made enough money to get a dog! My dream dog, a Husky! It was a long decision process but I decided I've been alone long enough and need a buddy. He's adorable! Kind of mellow for a puppy, so I've named him sloth.

Dear Diary,
I got a sloth! A friend volunteers at the zoo and couldn't keep one of the babies there because there wasn't anymore room, so I asked if I could take it. She said yes and she's going to show me the best way to take care of her! I named her Husky Bo Hunter. Kind of an ironic name, since "Bo" means "fast" and you wouldn't think of sloths as hunters. I almost named my Husky "Hunter", but I feel like Sloth fits him better. 

( &ETCETERA )

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ALIAS: Loki
SECRET WORD: EDIT

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