Post by Teneile on Dec 24, 2006 3:56:04 GMT 1
Name: Riona Teneile Sen
Nationality: American
Age: 16 years old, Junior.
Weight: 108
Height: 5'5
Build: She is muscular in the sense that she works out and is toned. She doesn't like to let her body go a day without some form of workout which is usually dance or aerobics. She had been a dancer nearly all her life and therefore she enjoys doing it and is an easy way to keep in shape. Her arms are toned but not too defined unless she's straining to pick something up. Her legs are most defined and developed looking like a gymnists legs would. Defined and definate muscular stature even when she isnt' lifting or working out. Her muscles move under her skin smoothely. Her body is then but toned and well fit. She has an ample chest that is natural no implants and fits her body type just right. Her waist is thin and her skin is pale but healthy. She's a red head so she doesn't tan, pale is a normal status for her skin. She has a few small cute freckles on her cheeks and nose.
Eye color: Granted the picture shows that her eyes are red, but crappy cameras make the eyes red these days. In fact hidden behind the crappy photographers talent are sharp beautiful blue eyes. Piercing and deep like dark sapphires of the deep ocean. Her eyes are usually expressive and show much of her emotion if she cannot say it look into her eyes because there you can read her like a book. For Teneile her eyes truly are the windows to her soul.
Hair: Long flowing red hair hangs down Teneile's back all the way to her hips. It is one of her prides. She takes excellent care of her body but her hair most of all. The soft luxuriant strands fall down her body like silk when not pulled back in some sort of style. It is layered a bit to give it a lighter more bouncy appearance. It is deep red not the orange that some people have but that true deep irish red that so many of her ancestors prided themselves upon.
Habits: As for habits upon boredom you will often find Teneile dancing. Either to music from her stereo or music that she plays in her mind she loves to dance. As passion from way back. If she isn't dancing it's Tai Chi that you will see. Because not only does it help her meditate and relax center and focus but she definatly uses it to become more graceful in her movements on the dance floor. Ballet mostly benefits from said Tai Chi. She is definatly afraid of rodents. Any size it matters not best not put her in charge of taking the hamsters home for the weekend. She is terribly afraid of that and thunder. She cannot remember the time that she was not afraid of thunder. In fact it seems ingrained in her system and tends to run to the nearest person to snuggle when lightning and thunder ensue.
Other Information
Personality: Teneile is a sweet and caring girl but she packs a bite. She doesn't mind fighting back with her words and in fact prefers that to actual physical fighting. She is sometimes sarcastic but that is her sense of humor. She's only shy when people pay special attention to her. Like on a first date, birthday, christmas so forth and so on she might be a bit shy. She's the person that puts others in front of herself sacrificing her wants and desires most of the time for that of others. But she also isn't afriad to stand up for herself and her beliefs. She is definatly strong willed and when she finds something or someone she truly believes in they have her loyalty for life unless betrayed.
Mostly she dresses rather nicely always one that likes to look her best. Not like she wears suits or anything to school but she likes to dress so that she looks well put together. Stainless blue jeans from the darkest wash to the lightest. She wears the hip hugger ones that show her belly button with the right shirts added. She likes them well fitted not tight but accenting what she has without giving it all away. Usually with jeans she eithere wears clean tennis shoes or high heeled boots. She does wear skirt on occasion and then you will see her in tennis shoes or heels. These both can be mixed with all kinds of shirts, sweaters, and accessories. One constant however is the white gold locket around her neck. Her initials engraved into the front of it a picture of her brother inside.
Hobbies: Reading and listening to music are her main hobbies. However, playing the violin takes presidence over it all. She loves to play her violin and practice it for hours on end. It is something that seems to sing from her soul and something that she truly loves to do. She feels that she truly expresses herself in her music and dance and hence it has become a great part of her life.
Extracurricular: As for extracirruclar activities she mainly dances. She would love to be part of a drill team or cheerleading squad as she was in her last school. And she would also join the orchestra so that she can further develop her musical talent.
Important Details
History:
Dear Journal:
Well a new year has just started and I'm a junior now. One thing has changed though, I've moved to a new city, Varron. It's different here than living where I have before but I'm hoping for a fresh start, hence my new journal. Yet you don't know anything about me yet, do you? I suppose it's only proper to introduce myself before I tell you all the woes that have befallen my past. For there are several and some of them make the lines on this page blur just thinking about them. But there were happy times as well and I promise to give a fair share. If I get too mopey I'm sorry, sometimes I get stuck in a rut and can't find my way out. But here goes anyway.
I was born, Riona (hate that name, hence why I go by Teneile) Teneile Sen. A small redheaded baby with a full head of hair and blue eyes that looked around in wonder on that very day, or so I was told many times by Grandmother Sen. Anyway, back on track. So I was born in the small little coastal town of Corpus Christi, Texas. Do I have an accent? No, most Texans don't despite stereotypes. We don't wrangle calves or shot on the range. Eat brisket by campfire and let the coyotes serenade us to sleep. In fact we aren't all the much different from regular people if you ask me except our state was once a country of it's own, and no other state can attest to that. Anyway, as you can see sometimes my writing takes it's own turns and travels on some strange convoluted paths. Yes, this is why I do NOT aspire to be a writer any editor it their right mind would shoot me on spot.
So life in sunny, hot and overly humid Texas was pretty good for the most part. I grew up with my older brother, Ryan, why he gets a normal name and I'm stuck with 'unique' I'll never know but moving on. Ryan grew up and was a sickly child with a heart condition from the very start. Me? I was healthy as ever but I didn't see my brother as the boy that my parents saw. I saw him as my average ordinary brother that I loved and played with just like any kid I met on our street in our neighborhood. My parents however, saw only the sickly little boy and so they coddled and spoiled him to the point where he was taken care of more than I. Now you might think that maybe I was bitter or maybe I grew to hate my brother for what he had that I didn't. But no that wasn't the case. I never blamed him because I didn't see him as the source of my problems but merely the fact that he had an illness and he too was suffering in his own way. Not from the heart condition it's self but from the coddling and babying my parents were forcing upon him.
I have always gotten good grades in school understood things a year or two ahead of my time. Now you might wonder how I got that knowledge. Well you see I was constantly doing my brothers' homework. Why? Because my parents knew he had a hard time reading, his dyslexia getting in the way and instead of providing him the proper training I got bundled up with all of his homework on top of mine. So keeping my grades up and his at an average level we lived for a long time. And you might think that tension would build in a house that was made on a foundation where you took care of one and left the other to fend for herself. And there you would be right. For every so often my mother would snap and of course I was the victim. She of course couldn't take it out on her precious sick son even if it was his fault for whatever had ticked her off. No, it was the healthy slightly unperfect daughter. And that was when my grades began to fall with my self esteem. Slowly as each slap, spanking, beating, throwing happen it was as if I could sink lower and lower into myself.
Sometimes I thought about running away. I wanted to so many times but I was a rational girl, clever, and not stupid. I knew that I had no where to go and that they would find me rather quickly. Sure, I had friends in school but seriously none of them were going to take me in and I wasn't going to ask either. So with grades that only proved to get me more beatings I continued life. It wasn't until my sophomore year of high school that things changed for me. Dance was my only outlet til then. That and my music. For in both I could completely loose myself though it was never good enough for my mother it mattered little because it was good enough for me. But it was then my brother was diagnosed with cancer and spent most of the rest of his life in there. It was then my father and I became close. For years he watched my mom take her tempers out on me and now was the time to make it up.
Teaching me how to drive, taking me on a shopping spree for my sixteenth birthday. He made even shopping at the mundane stores like Zall Mark and so forth easy and fun. There I flourished. My teachers and friends noticed the change in demeanor and grades. I began achieving A's and laughed and smiled a lot more. I started to come out of my shy inner shell that I had locked myself away in and thus became the girl you might see before you today. Yet, tragedy had it's way with our family and took my Ryan's life. Now you might find it odd I call him 'my Ryan' but to me he was close my best friend even through all the pain he seemed to understand and could always make me laugh. He was the one that knew how to throw light into any situation and make it better. Perhaps the thought of knowing I could lose him at any moment made me cherish him all the more. Some might pull away but I got as close as I could.
His passing in September of last year was hard on me as you might expect. Truthfully, I wasn't sure I would survive. My heart had died that day with him. Perhaps that was why people didn't get so close before someone they love died. But I'm strong willed and thinking about my brother only made me stronger. I perservered and recovered going to grief counseling I'll admit but I'm not ashamed that I asked for help. No, as a matter of fact I'm proud that I wasn't too stuck up in myself to consider such a feat. So I began to heal. The wounds slowly closed. But soon new wounds opened when my mother committed suicide. Yes, life could only get so bad right? Well so I thought until my mother decided that life was not worth living without her precious Ryan. Or perhaps it was that she felt in some way she had failed him. We'll never know because she left no note as you might expect. She drove out to the middle of no where plugged her exhaust pipe and sat there waiting for the light.
Well she must have found it because God has her now up in heaven or whereever she went since I think if I recall from Sunday school lessons, it's a sin to take your own life. But regardless my father no longer wanted to live in Texas. Bad blood runs through that town he once told me. And so we packed up the Uhaul and came on up the country to San Francisco. Now settled here in a small house my dad is a work a holic. We rarely see each other and it's basically like living by myself only I get an allowance. So here I am lying on my bed in a huge bedroom of a house that is completely empty. Am I alone? Yes. Am I lonely? Definatly. Because now that I have to start over from scratch I'll admit I'm a bit scared. I have never had to move schools before. Had the same friends from elementary all my life. Sure, some moved away but for the most part we stuck together. And now I live here where I know no one and nothing. But I'm willing to give it my very best.
So I'll keep you informed on my life. How it goes here. My father bought me this journal in the hopes that maybe I could get past some of my feelings about moving away about half my family dying. But I'm not sure I want to completely move past. For I never want to forget my brother and even my mother if harsh and a bit abusive she must have loved me in some right. So now, I"m going to close, and I'll update as soon as anything happens. Maybe, I'll get lucky and find love here. For that is one thing I've always wanted yet never found. Love.
-Teneile-
Fighting Style: Teneile tends to let her strong legs and her dexterity do the talking when she has to fight. Though Teneile isn't one that has a mind set for fighting she tends to either try to work things out. Regardless because of being a dancer for many years she has strong legs and has a body far more flexible than most. Allowing her to dodge things a bit more effectively by moving her body in ways that one wouldn't expect. Teneile uses a lot of spins and kicks even reverted to mere acrobatics and gymnastics like flips or cartwheels. Though that can leave her open in a fight sometimes it throws the enemy off and she is able to make her get away or do something else to quickly try and turn the tables.
Strengths: Because of being a dancer her legs are very strong. Like a gymnist or runner she can use them to her advantage. She also worksout her arms and so those too can be used as weapons with her tai chi movements accelerated to the right point. As such she has fierce determination and a very strong will to fight hard and fight back when she needs to. Teneile uses her knowledge of dancing to her advantage during a fight.
Weaknesses: Sometimes her sarcasm can get her into more trouble than she wants and she hates going to look for trouble. With the fear of thunder she is basically useless in a raining situation. Also her long hair can be used against her by being grabbed her pulled in a fight. Using acrobatics and her legs for the most part in a fight is a weakness because her upper body does almost nothing. She only has enough upper body strength to get her though flips and things but even then that is mostly momentum. Teneile doesn't like to fight, rather preferring to 'talk it out' which can too get her into trouble if she isn't careful.
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Nationality: American
Age: 16 years old, Junior.
Weight: 108
Height: 5'5
Build: She is muscular in the sense that she works out and is toned. She doesn't like to let her body go a day without some form of workout which is usually dance or aerobics. She had been a dancer nearly all her life and therefore she enjoys doing it and is an easy way to keep in shape. Her arms are toned but not too defined unless she's straining to pick something up. Her legs are most defined and developed looking like a gymnists legs would. Defined and definate muscular stature even when she isnt' lifting or working out. Her muscles move under her skin smoothely. Her body is then but toned and well fit. She has an ample chest that is natural no implants and fits her body type just right. Her waist is thin and her skin is pale but healthy. She's a red head so she doesn't tan, pale is a normal status for her skin. She has a few small cute freckles on her cheeks and nose.
Eye color: Granted the picture shows that her eyes are red, but crappy cameras make the eyes red these days. In fact hidden behind the crappy photographers talent are sharp beautiful blue eyes. Piercing and deep like dark sapphires of the deep ocean. Her eyes are usually expressive and show much of her emotion if she cannot say it look into her eyes because there you can read her like a book. For Teneile her eyes truly are the windows to her soul.
Hair: Long flowing red hair hangs down Teneile's back all the way to her hips. It is one of her prides. She takes excellent care of her body but her hair most of all. The soft luxuriant strands fall down her body like silk when not pulled back in some sort of style. It is layered a bit to give it a lighter more bouncy appearance. It is deep red not the orange that some people have but that true deep irish red that so many of her ancestors prided themselves upon.
Habits: As for habits upon boredom you will often find Teneile dancing. Either to music from her stereo or music that she plays in her mind she loves to dance. As passion from way back. If she isn't dancing it's Tai Chi that you will see. Because not only does it help her meditate and relax center and focus but she definatly uses it to become more graceful in her movements on the dance floor. Ballet mostly benefits from said Tai Chi. She is definatly afraid of rodents. Any size it matters not best not put her in charge of taking the hamsters home for the weekend. She is terribly afraid of that and thunder. She cannot remember the time that she was not afraid of thunder. In fact it seems ingrained in her system and tends to run to the nearest person to snuggle when lightning and thunder ensue.
Other Information
Personality: Teneile is a sweet and caring girl but she packs a bite. She doesn't mind fighting back with her words and in fact prefers that to actual physical fighting. She is sometimes sarcastic but that is her sense of humor. She's only shy when people pay special attention to her. Like on a first date, birthday, christmas so forth and so on she might be a bit shy. She's the person that puts others in front of herself sacrificing her wants and desires most of the time for that of others. But she also isn't afriad to stand up for herself and her beliefs. She is definatly strong willed and when she finds something or someone she truly believes in they have her loyalty for life unless betrayed.
Mostly she dresses rather nicely always one that likes to look her best. Not like she wears suits or anything to school but she likes to dress so that she looks well put together. Stainless blue jeans from the darkest wash to the lightest. She wears the hip hugger ones that show her belly button with the right shirts added. She likes them well fitted not tight but accenting what she has without giving it all away. Usually with jeans she eithere wears clean tennis shoes or high heeled boots. She does wear skirt on occasion and then you will see her in tennis shoes or heels. These both can be mixed with all kinds of shirts, sweaters, and accessories. One constant however is the white gold locket around her neck. Her initials engraved into the front of it a picture of her brother inside.
Hobbies: Reading and listening to music are her main hobbies. However, playing the violin takes presidence over it all. She loves to play her violin and practice it for hours on end. It is something that seems to sing from her soul and something that she truly loves to do. She feels that she truly expresses herself in her music and dance and hence it has become a great part of her life.
Extracurricular: As for extracirruclar activities she mainly dances. She would love to be part of a drill team or cheerleading squad as she was in her last school. And she would also join the orchestra so that she can further develop her musical talent.
Important Details
History:
Dear Journal:
Well a new year has just started and I'm a junior now. One thing has changed though, I've moved to a new city, Varron. It's different here than living where I have before but I'm hoping for a fresh start, hence my new journal. Yet you don't know anything about me yet, do you? I suppose it's only proper to introduce myself before I tell you all the woes that have befallen my past. For there are several and some of them make the lines on this page blur just thinking about them. But there were happy times as well and I promise to give a fair share. If I get too mopey I'm sorry, sometimes I get stuck in a rut and can't find my way out. But here goes anyway.
I was born, Riona (hate that name, hence why I go by Teneile) Teneile Sen. A small redheaded baby with a full head of hair and blue eyes that looked around in wonder on that very day, or so I was told many times by Grandmother Sen. Anyway, back on track. So I was born in the small little coastal town of Corpus Christi, Texas. Do I have an accent? No, most Texans don't despite stereotypes. We don't wrangle calves or shot on the range. Eat brisket by campfire and let the coyotes serenade us to sleep. In fact we aren't all the much different from regular people if you ask me except our state was once a country of it's own, and no other state can attest to that. Anyway, as you can see sometimes my writing takes it's own turns and travels on some strange convoluted paths. Yes, this is why I do NOT aspire to be a writer any editor it their right mind would shoot me on spot.
So life in sunny, hot and overly humid Texas was pretty good for the most part. I grew up with my older brother, Ryan, why he gets a normal name and I'm stuck with 'unique' I'll never know but moving on. Ryan grew up and was a sickly child with a heart condition from the very start. Me? I was healthy as ever but I didn't see my brother as the boy that my parents saw. I saw him as my average ordinary brother that I loved and played with just like any kid I met on our street in our neighborhood. My parents however, saw only the sickly little boy and so they coddled and spoiled him to the point where he was taken care of more than I. Now you might think that maybe I was bitter or maybe I grew to hate my brother for what he had that I didn't. But no that wasn't the case. I never blamed him because I didn't see him as the source of my problems but merely the fact that he had an illness and he too was suffering in his own way. Not from the heart condition it's self but from the coddling and babying my parents were forcing upon him.
I have always gotten good grades in school understood things a year or two ahead of my time. Now you might wonder how I got that knowledge. Well you see I was constantly doing my brothers' homework. Why? Because my parents knew he had a hard time reading, his dyslexia getting in the way and instead of providing him the proper training I got bundled up with all of his homework on top of mine. So keeping my grades up and his at an average level we lived for a long time. And you might think that tension would build in a house that was made on a foundation where you took care of one and left the other to fend for herself. And there you would be right. For every so often my mother would snap and of course I was the victim. She of course couldn't take it out on her precious sick son even if it was his fault for whatever had ticked her off. No, it was the healthy slightly unperfect daughter. And that was when my grades began to fall with my self esteem. Slowly as each slap, spanking, beating, throwing happen it was as if I could sink lower and lower into myself.
Sometimes I thought about running away. I wanted to so many times but I was a rational girl, clever, and not stupid. I knew that I had no where to go and that they would find me rather quickly. Sure, I had friends in school but seriously none of them were going to take me in and I wasn't going to ask either. So with grades that only proved to get me more beatings I continued life. It wasn't until my sophomore year of high school that things changed for me. Dance was my only outlet til then. That and my music. For in both I could completely loose myself though it was never good enough for my mother it mattered little because it was good enough for me. But it was then my brother was diagnosed with cancer and spent most of the rest of his life in there. It was then my father and I became close. For years he watched my mom take her tempers out on me and now was the time to make it up.
Teaching me how to drive, taking me on a shopping spree for my sixteenth birthday. He made even shopping at the mundane stores like Zall Mark and so forth easy and fun. There I flourished. My teachers and friends noticed the change in demeanor and grades. I began achieving A's and laughed and smiled a lot more. I started to come out of my shy inner shell that I had locked myself away in and thus became the girl you might see before you today. Yet, tragedy had it's way with our family and took my Ryan's life. Now you might find it odd I call him 'my Ryan' but to me he was close my best friend even through all the pain he seemed to understand and could always make me laugh. He was the one that knew how to throw light into any situation and make it better. Perhaps the thought of knowing I could lose him at any moment made me cherish him all the more. Some might pull away but I got as close as I could.
His passing in September of last year was hard on me as you might expect. Truthfully, I wasn't sure I would survive. My heart had died that day with him. Perhaps that was why people didn't get so close before someone they love died. But I'm strong willed and thinking about my brother only made me stronger. I perservered and recovered going to grief counseling I'll admit but I'm not ashamed that I asked for help. No, as a matter of fact I'm proud that I wasn't too stuck up in myself to consider such a feat. So I began to heal. The wounds slowly closed. But soon new wounds opened when my mother committed suicide. Yes, life could only get so bad right? Well so I thought until my mother decided that life was not worth living without her precious Ryan. Or perhaps it was that she felt in some way she had failed him. We'll never know because she left no note as you might expect. She drove out to the middle of no where plugged her exhaust pipe and sat there waiting for the light.
Well she must have found it because God has her now up in heaven or whereever she went since I think if I recall from Sunday school lessons, it's a sin to take your own life. But regardless my father no longer wanted to live in Texas. Bad blood runs through that town he once told me. And so we packed up the Uhaul and came on up the country to San Francisco. Now settled here in a small house my dad is a work a holic. We rarely see each other and it's basically like living by myself only I get an allowance. So here I am lying on my bed in a huge bedroom of a house that is completely empty. Am I alone? Yes. Am I lonely? Definatly. Because now that I have to start over from scratch I'll admit I'm a bit scared. I have never had to move schools before. Had the same friends from elementary all my life. Sure, some moved away but for the most part we stuck together. And now I live here where I know no one and nothing. But I'm willing to give it my very best.
So I'll keep you informed on my life. How it goes here. My father bought me this journal in the hopes that maybe I could get past some of my feelings about moving away about half my family dying. But I'm not sure I want to completely move past. For I never want to forget my brother and even my mother if harsh and a bit abusive she must have loved me in some right. So now, I"m going to close, and I'll update as soon as anything happens. Maybe, I'll get lucky and find love here. For that is one thing I've always wanted yet never found. Love.
-Teneile-
Fighting Style: Teneile tends to let her strong legs and her dexterity do the talking when she has to fight. Though Teneile isn't one that has a mind set for fighting she tends to either try to work things out. Regardless because of being a dancer for many years she has strong legs and has a body far more flexible than most. Allowing her to dodge things a bit more effectively by moving her body in ways that one wouldn't expect. Teneile uses a lot of spins and kicks even reverted to mere acrobatics and gymnastics like flips or cartwheels. Though that can leave her open in a fight sometimes it throws the enemy off and she is able to make her get away or do something else to quickly try and turn the tables.
Strengths: Because of being a dancer her legs are very strong. Like a gymnist or runner she can use them to her advantage. She also worksout her arms and so those too can be used as weapons with her tai chi movements accelerated to the right point. As such she has fierce determination and a very strong will to fight hard and fight back when she needs to. Teneile uses her knowledge of dancing to her advantage during a fight.
Weaknesses: Sometimes her sarcasm can get her into more trouble than she wants and she hates going to look for trouble. With the fear of thunder she is basically useless in a raining situation. Also her long hair can be used against her by being grabbed her pulled in a fight. Using acrobatics and her legs for the most part in a fight is a weakness because her upper body does almost nothing. She only has enough upper body strength to get her though flips and things but even then that is mostly momentum. Teneile doesn't like to fight, rather preferring to 'talk it out' which can too get her into trouble if she isn't careful.
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