This was a character I used in a RP where four friends went back in time six years, from being 22 to 16. My character had died about two months after the time they were sent back to. This RP, to my knowledge, was cancelled because of TM's closing.
name. Shiraz Hallbjorn. This name is a strange combination of Israeli and Scandinavian.
age. 22, or at least she would be had she lived. She died when she was 16.
gender. female
role. the feelings
saying. “A smile is the best mask a girl can hide behind.”
likes.
• romantic fiction
• being surrounded by friends
• happiness
• the sight of her blood
• her friends in general, though especially Nik
dislikes.
• her mother
• her condition
• herself
• loneliness
personality. Shiraz has always hidden behind her smile. Plagued with depression from a young age, she learned to hide it from the people around her and be the happy, supportive friend. She hated herself, hated herself more than she thought was possible. But she was afraid of others hating her too, so she kept it inside and acted as the selfless friend until she could go home and let the pain seep through the cuts all over her body. Her depression, combined with her issues with eating, which combined led to her addiction to self harm, was what she would have thought would lead her to her doom. And she was right.
Shiraz was also known for being quite clever. She was never really book smart like Nate, but she was quick to come up with a witty comment, even if she wasn’t as funny as Eve. Shiraz was constantly bullied by the mean, vicious girls at her school, which caused her to train herself to fight back.
A lot of people hated her but those who liked her knew how outgoing and friendly she was. Part of it was that desperation to make friends, but Shiraz always yearned to make friends. No matter what hers did, she told them she loved them and supported them and gave them a hug. After fights with them, she’d sob and grasp onto their shirt until all was forgiven. She was very loyal to her most beloved friends - especially Nik, who she found herself madly in love with - so happy around them they wouldn’t know what was wrong.
Regarding her love for Nik, it was a passionate thing. For a long time she fantasized about what it would be like to be loved by him. Her nights were filled with dreams of him and her thoughts were occupied with her idealized relationship concerning him. What really scared her was that she wasn’t alone in that. Not only did he have an awesome accent, but he was cute and he had that “bad boy” image. More popular girls, ones she found more beautiful, were in to him as well. Shiraz felt in her heart that somebody like her wouldn’t be with somebody like him. Ever.
She was quite quirky. For this along with her appearance she was constantly bullied. She’d say weird things, anything to elicit a laugh from her friends, which earned her the title “freak”.
appearance. Having a Scandinavian father and an Israeli mother, Shiraz’s roots show in her appearances from both sides, though she’d say she looks mostly Scandi. Shiraz has long hair, about to her lower sternum, thick and almost beachy with its waves and golden in color. A few dark lowlights from her mother’s side are thrown in the mix. Her brows match the brown in her hair. She keeps them meticulously neat and perfectly arched.
Her face is oblong, a feature she’s always hated, wishing it was thinner and her cheekbones more prominent. Her face never really changed even as she thinned out, it stayed apple-cheeked even in her death. Set under her brows are the eyes she always hated because of their weird brown-blue-green color mixture, and the nose that was too cutesy to make her feel sexy like she wanted to. Then come her pink lips, always set in a smile, which aren’t cupid’s bow shaped like those perfect girls’ on TV.
Her body was fairly skinny when she died, at 5’5 and 97 lbs, because she decided she didn’t want to eat. She didn’t have enough nutrition to produce excess oil for pimples, either way, she never really had acne to mar it. Her body’s covered in the scars from years of cutting.
coolberman.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/esti-ginzburg.jpgbiography. Shiraz liked to joke she was born into crazy, even though her friends never knew about her real condition, she’s always attributed her quirkiness to her family. Her father was normal, a prominent businessman and constantly absent dad. But her mother was weird. As a young girl she’d been admitted to a hospital for schizophrenia, though the doctors eventually decided it was a misdiagnosis and released her. It wasn’t a misdiagnosis. The woman’s sickness affected her family greatly. Shiraz and her two younger brothers were terrified of when their mom spoke to herself and paced around, yelling, without their father to see it.
She would go to school and act as herself and the children hated her for it. They’d talk about her freak mother and her freak self. She was never skinny as a girl, floating around average. They called her fat. When she was eleven, she decided her solutions lay in starving and cutting. Whenever those kids would hurt her, she’d cut her skin. As long as she wasn’t passing out, she strictly limited her eating until she was perfect.
The girl with the name meaning “secret song” had so many secrets of her own. She lied to her friends, those beloved friends she cared for so much and did everything for, and said she ate at home and acted like a happy young girl. She had dreams, she wanted to be a world-famous painter, or writer, or some kind of wonderful artist that everybody would love. Shiraz seemed like a wonderful girl.
Then came the day before her death. Shiraz had always been depressed, but never suicidal. But then she broke. It had pushed her over the edge. The day previous she’d finally gotten the courage to tell her friend, Nik, how much she really loved him. And he’d said nothing. It was then Shiraz had known how useless she really was, to herself and everybody else. She downed a whole bottle of pills and made a suicide video in place of a note, hiding it in her room. On the day of her death she told her friends she’d taken a bottle of pills. They’d thought it was a funny little joke and took her on the river with them. As they went over a rapid she suddenly turned around and dove off the side of the raft, her head slamming on a rock, drowning causing her death.
The coroner said it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t have done anything about it. The pills would have probably killed her in a few days whether she had jumped over the raft or not. But it was a big “probably”. A big one.
