SILVERMAN, juliana presley

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a few lines (3 at the most) of lyrics or a quote that describes your character

Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things

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Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.[/center]

[/color][/b] here. I’ve been jumping around this world for eighteen years now, but only found this body six years ago. I was led to the crossroads by co-creating the site. If you listen close enough you can hear Jo Harvelle. Lastly, I’d just like to use this opportunity to tell you my favourite episode is Lazarus Rising and my favourite character is Dean Winchester. Oh and I believe that, admin editted.[/ul]

Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester

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Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you’re done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]

[/b][/color]: Juliana Presley Silverman
Nicknames/Alias[/color]: Jules, Pres, Silver
Sex[/color]: female
Age/Birthday[/color]: 19/January 1st
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Bisexual
Ethnicity[/color]: American with Irish and Spannish descent
Member Group[/color]: hunter (part time mechanic)
Canon or Original[/color]: original[/ul]

The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be

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Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]

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Hair[/color]: dark brown, cropped short
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'6", 135 lbs
Body Type[/color]: slender, athletic
Distinguishing Features[/color]: the chinese symbols for "live", "laugh" and "love" tattooed in that order on the mid small of her back, a pentagram on the back of her neck and an anti-possession symbol on the back of her left shoulder blade, near her heart.
Face Claim[/color]: Jessica Stroup[/ul]

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

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I see the bad moon arising. Don’t go around tonight, well it’s bound to take your life.[/i][/center]

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• cars
  
• racing
  
• drinking
  
• dancing
  
• hunting
  
• partying
  
• her sister
  
• singing
  
• playing guitar
  
• being a mechanic
  
• food
  
• surfing
  
• meat (she's vegitarian)
  
• girls
  
• guys
  
• music in general
  
• indie rock music of the feminist persuasion
  
• being a slight tomboy

Dislikes[/color]:

• anchoves
  
• onions
  
• the sound of a violin
  
• chick flicks
  
• lies
  
• wimpy cars
  
• the supernatural
  
• moving around so much

Strengths[/color]:

• hunting
  
• fighting
  
• drinking (she's irish, hello!)
  
• surfing
  
• acting
  
• lying
  
• mechanics
  
• speaking Spannish, French, Ukranian, Welsh, Croatian, Bulgarian, Turkish and Swedish
  
• racing
  
• singing
  
• playing guitar

Weaknesses[/color]:

• a good fight
  
• hot guys/girls
  
• vegitarian food
  
• hot cars
  
• a good race
  
• cocky men/women
  
• animals
  
• music
  
• horror movies

Fears[/color]:

• dying
  
• the supernatural
  
• losing someone close to her
  
• snakes
  
• big spiders

Secrets[/color]:

• she's the daughter of a rich couple in Beverly Hills, California
  
• her father cheated on her mom
  
• mom abuses drugs and alcohol, also verbally abuses Jules
  
• she's a virgin

Best Memory[/color]: a summer spent - with her friends - helping to build a house for Habitat for Humanity
Worst Memory[/color]: the day her mother started drinking and doing drugs
Habits/Quirks[/color]:

• jumping to conclusions
  
• not trusting people
  
• shoot first, ask questions later
  
• getting into the odd bar fight

Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: n/a.[/ul]

There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book

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You’re as cold as ice, you’re willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]

[/b][/color]: Beverly Hills, California
Current Residence[/color]:
Mother[/color]: Marcus Silverman
Father[/color]: Cally Silverman
Siblings[/color]: Lauren Silverman
Other Important People[/color]: her band mates, Tara, Gabrielle, and Adriana
Pets[/color]: a large mastiff she travels with.
Overall History[/color]: Living in Beverly Hills, California, isnt all it's cracked up to be. It is a world all its own with cruel people and intentions - the likes of which should be feared by many. If you thought the supernatural world was a cruel and harsh place, you should move to Bev Hills, because believe me, the people there are a lot scarier than the things that go bump in the night. My experiences in Bev Hills were only outlined by the nineteen years I've been alive, whereas my sister has much more experience, but we both get the idea. If you've ever seen the television show, Beverly Hills: 90210 or the more recent remake of the show, take a look at the events that happen in that and then think of those things, except a hundred times worse.

My parents were young and consequently in love, enjoying the little pleasures that come with the so called blessing. My father had his secrets though, like many men do. My sister was born about ten years before I was. My parents had me just before their ability to have kids all together dwindled with their own age, although, my mother wasnt happy with either of her children. With us, she saw every little detail as something that was wrong with us, although, my sister had it worse than I did.

My mothers vision of us didnt really get to that point until my father broke everything about our family, but I'll get to that later. I was a relatively happy kid. I mean, I grew up in a relatively nurturing environment, though I'm fairly certain my nanny paid me more attention than my own parents did, but whatever. I turned out all right - nothing like the other spoiled rich brats in that place. I was pretty smart too. I got good grades, way beyond the class average, of course that was only elementary school. The school that counted came later.

I was about ten years old when I found out something that ruined everything for me. My father - as he had before I'd been born - had been cheating on my mother with an assistant on set for most of his movies. I hadnt really meant to tell anyone but I thought my sister should know, after all at that time she was twenty, a full adult and able to deal with my parents moronic ways. Of course, she told my mother and there was a huge blowout. My dad left to marry his mistress and offered to take me and my sister with him, but my sister and I told him basically where to shove his petty offer and get our of our lives. We didnt want anything to do with a man who would so easily ruin his marriage.

Wrong choice. We would have been a lot better off with him and his whore than with mom. Mom started in on alcohol, and when that didnt work, she started doing drugs. Sometimes both at the same time or one after the other. She was no better sober than she was intoxicated. When she was sober, she'd constantly try to shove diet pills down our throats or try to get my sister to get an appointment for a nose job. Which, in all honesty, wasnt the worst of it. When she was intoxicated, she'd yell and scream for hours and sometimes, she'd get so out of hand that we didnt know what she'd do. Eventually, my sister moved out and took me with her. Which was the best thing that ever happened in my life, thank God.

By the time my sister moved out, I was fifteen and ready to go to high school, where I enrolled in the school my sister was a guidance councilor in; Beverly Hills High School. Better known as "Beverly" or BHHS. This is where my accademic skills shone. I was a smart cookie, much smarter than most of the other kids at BHHS. And while I was still a nerd in my own way, I was one of the most popular girls in school. I was captain of the cheerleading squad, the girls volleyball team and basketball team. I was part of the BHHS surf team, which was my finest hour. I loved surfing, even more than the rest. And even then, I wasnt a superficial barbie doll. I was considerate of others and I never judged anyone, I didnt listen to rumors unless I knew them to be true. Everyone liked me, except the superficial barbie dolls - who thankfully were not part of my high school clique - whom I often told off about their behavior.

In my second year of high school, I decided I wanted to take up mixed martial arts classes. I thought it would be fun, so I enrolled in a MMA academy in BeV Hills. Much to the surprise of the men in the studio (I was the only girl), I could best all of them. I was one of the best in the academy and was their star tournament runner. I'd won several gold and silver metals in tournaments and such. I loved it too. It was my favorite activity by far, only second to surfing.

At the end of my high school experience, I was about to graduate and I was elected as class valadictorian, which was something I really hadnt expected. I didnt want it, but I took it anyway, and after that, I left high school with honors and promises to visit the school later in life, to at the very least harrass my favorite teachers.

It was shortly after high school graduation that I went to school to become a mechanic and also learned about the supernatural. I wont go into details, since there wasnt much to tell. I stumbled across a vampire and survived to tell the tail, albeit with a scar or two, and got my ass saved by... someone. I dont remember who. I never saw the persons face or anything. That's pretty much what I'm still doing now. Hunting the supernatural. Plus, I'm an on-the-road mechanic. Sort of. Wherever I go, so does my auto shop business.[/ul]

Dream A Little Dream of Me, Bloody Mary

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I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]

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Member Title[/color]: n/a
Roleplaying Sample[/color]: Refer to Jo Harvelle's application.[/ul]

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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.

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