Post by Administrator on Nov 15, 2011 22:36:18 GMT -4
full name: Corliss Nolan Gallows
nicknames: Cor, Ghost
date of birth: May 16th 1987
date of change: N / A
hometown: Born and Raised in Warwick RI. She still lives there with her parents home, in the basement
species: Human
ability's: N / A
height:Standing an average 5'5, Corliss isnt too tall nor too short
weight: A healthy 135
hair: Corliss's hair is a deep chestnut brown with natural highlights of red and even gold within certain light. When wet it looks pitch black. Her hair is styled in loose waves that are also natural, and it kept around shoulder length. She never fusses with it often, choosing to throw on a headband or pull it back within a ponytail.
eyes:Like the ever changing tides of the ocean, Corliss's eyes are a brilliant sea-foam green to crystal blue at times, depending on what she is waring and also her mood.
general appearance: Being from New England, she has to have some sturdyness to her else she wouldnt survive the winters. Slender, but still keeping some shape to her figure, Corliss is fit without looking like a skeleton. Her skin is fair, due to the ever changing weather within her home, but also has its fair share of sun spots and pox marks from her childhood bout with the chicken pox. Seeing the weather always changes, she is commonly seen with layers on, that way she could always strip down if needed. A gray thermal topped with a graphic tee and sweatshirt, and paired with jeans or even cargo shorts. She tends to lean twords bright colors like yellows, oranges. Comfort rather then style is her motto. Most of her clothing is well worn, but she has her small stash of 'nice' clothing for those occasions. She is also never seen without her camera, a cannon with a dorky hand knitted strap that rests around her neck in a bright rainbow of yarn.
likes:
Graveyards ~ Taking grave rubbings with charcoal and newsprint, taking pictures, or just resting along the old stone walls around them and watching time go by.
Abandoned Buildings ~ Breaking into them, taking pictures, trying to find hidden stashes or treatures within floorboards or the walls.
Forgotten Roads ~ Dirt roads that look as if no car can pass so she goes on foot, taking pictures, going to the curb and looking for interesting litter.
Ghost Stories ~ Collecting them from locals, documenting them and retelling them when the mood strikes her.
Beaches ~ Barefoot in the sand, swimming in even the most chilled of oceans, collecting shells and sea glass, soaking up the rays even though she is fully dressed most of the time.
dislikes:
Her illness/Medication ~ Her constant need to take pills to balance herself out and the fact that she needs them just to function like everyone else.
Sudden Change Of Plans ~ Sends her pulse racing and her body into cold sweats, so resistant to change that she seems to shut down while trying to sort out the reason for the change.
Alarm Clocks ~ Liking her sleep, tend to malfunction and cause her to be late or even miss appointments.
Overly Sunny Days ~ Make it difficult to take good pictures, also force her to put on sunglasses that she hates.
strengths:
People Person ~ Very easy to talk too and very approchable, which comes in handy when she is interveiwing
Good Memory ~ Can remember small details easily
Ability to withstand most weather ~ Hell. Snow, Rain, Blistering heat. All in New England
weaknesses:
Normal Human weaknesses
Mental ~ As stated before, she cant handle certain things and often finds herself withdrawn from soceity due to her problem.
Closed Off ~ She tries to keep her own life to herself. Rather let people be in the spotlight then take it herself.
Inablility to Trust Easily ~ She had a difficult time letting people in, although she wants too so badly
habits/quirks: Corliss's biggest flaw is something that she herself cannot change. Her mental disorders and issues cause huge changes within her life. The minor ones would be the fact that she almost never talks about herself and is constantly chewing on her lips to the point they are nearly raw and chapt
fears:
Change ~ Corliss cannot stand it. It litterly sends her into a spiral of panic attacks
Herself~ She knows that she is her own worst enemy, and having 'dark thoughts' more then once in her life, she is worried that she will loose it to the point of commiting the final act.
secrets:
Virgin ~ She is still a virgin.
personality: Corliss is a simple girl who comes from a simple basic life and likes the simple comforts of it. A homebodies at best, and a true New Englander at heart she can appreciate what she has and easily forgets what she doesn't have. That being said she is resistant to change and finds herself faced with panic to near anxiety level if things don't go quite as planned. While this may seem to be a flaw to many who have a more 'care free' attitude of things, she finds it hard to break. Rather be early then late, and even if the possibility that the weather wont cooperate with her plans, she adjusts and changes them just so she doesn't have to face disappointment. Medication pushed into her system perscribed by countless doctors is how she starts every day of her life. One to keep the anxiety down. One to keep the depression at bay. . One thing that she has found that helps soothe her worries is to take long walks with her cannon camera in hand. Thousands upon thousands of pictures rests within memory cards, some ranging from artistic shots of her journey, and others just of herself or people she has met. Within those pictures was a perfect moment, so she likes to remember them just for that. Other then her flaw, she is a charming girl with a infectious personality. Having the habit of allowing her mouth to run without a filter the girl has found herself trapped within many conversations with complete strangers at diners and even gas stations. She is a sucker for interesting tales and stories that cant be told in any movie or show. Life is the best story to her, and while hers is dull, she can live through others in the tales that they weave. Never one to be shy she approaches nearly everyone she sees with a friendly 'Hello' or just a smile. Never knowing if anyone is just as lonely as herself, so is hoping to find someone to pass the time with. Friends never come easily for her, most unable to deal with her need for perfection in the details and planning. Most don't even last a few months with her, rather just end the friendship then deal with her anger and tears when they arrive just a bit late for a lunch date. Boyfriends are out of the question for her, and the male friends that she had made it all too clear that she was not the one for them. Being alone for most of her time upon the road, and in life back home, she just lives through the pictures, and the stories that she remembers.
mother: Kathy Gallows
father: Thomas Gallows
siblings: None, Corliss is an only child
other family: Just one set of grandparents
other important people: None.
history: Corliss was born the only daughter to Kathy and Thomas Gallows. She was born in Kent Country Hospital, and until reaching the age of 18 was never more then 30 miles from her birthplace. Growing up in RI, she was almost always at the beach, or doing something by the miles of ocean that hug the small state. Her mother worked at the Newport Mansions, as a tour guide in the tourist season in the spring and summer months. Corliss grew her affection for the strange and dark history of the state from her mother, and the countless stories that she would hear from the older residents of the rich town. Her father Thomas was a toll booth collector for the Newport tolls, and also had his own collection of stories for the young girl to listen to until the early hours of morning. Seeing how much she enjoyed history her parents took her to all of the areas of RI that held any amount of history or a interesting past. The State Building, The old mills down by the river, and the many lighthouses that dotted the coast line. It was when they came to the 'Vampires Grave' Mercy Brown the 'last' vampire of New England, that Corliss found her real passion. The History of the dead. As she got older she became obsessed with the ghost stories and myths of her small state, in particular those of the Narragansett Indian Tribe, and that of the 'Vampire' plague that seemed to happened in the 1890's of RI's history. Like any person, her curiosity was tapped as she began to read more about the old Vampire myths and tales of the states. The fact that many seemed to have some brief touch with the undead, she decided then to start tracking notes and keeping her own records. Everyone needs a hobby...And when her parents soon discovered her lost in books, movies, and nearly anything she could get her hands on about the occult and myths, they began to worry. She was ignoring what normal teenage girls would do. Going out, having fun, having a boyfriend. After much convincing, she was brough to a series of doctors, who of course just gave her plenty of perscriptions that she was doomed to fill the rest of her life.
When she was of age she went to URI, majored in History and paranormal studies on the side. She soon got a small job with T. A. P. S, the local team of Ghost hunters, doing nothing but sorting through e-mails and calls to find the real cases from the false ones. During her time working with T.A P. S , she realized that there seemed to be traces of vampire myths and Native American legends across the US. Her first visit was to the local Native American museum right by the casino's in CT. She picked up on certain tales and myths within the culture and decide to track the similar threads across the US, seeing how the tales of the Native Americans and that of the 'Vampires' crossed and weaved. Figuring she had more then enough to go on, the woman decided then that it was time to leave the small tiny comforts of home, and set out. Where? Across the States of course, tracking these myths and legends until she had enough to make a book of it. She was no writer, but hell she could try. Worse case, she would have a life experience just on the road, and get out of her shell. With her parents blessing, and the money that she had saved for an apartment of her own, she set out on the road in her beat up SUV. She started of course in New England, and traveled across the heart of the U.S until reaching one of her final destinations, Washington. Currently she is staying at a small Bed and Breakfast in Forks, and is gathering information from locals. She also has a interesting in going to the Reservation to get a telling of the Quileute legends.
role play sample: (Taken from FORSAKEN where she is Jaspers Singer)
Sleepless nights were starting to get to her. But it wasnt from stress and the worry that she wouldnt be able to make it back home, or that her book wouldnt be finished and all was for naught. But it was because she could only think of him. Her stranger in the rain. The man who came into her life so quickly and ment so much to her in a short time. He was on her mind constantly, thinking of what he was doing, where he was, and if he just happened to be thinking of her at all. She doubted it of course, but there was a slim ray of hope that she was on his mind. Of course he wasnt loosing sleep over her like she was. He was too good for that. Too normal for that to happen. But here she was, looking to the clock upon her lap top that sat at bedside, mocking her with its light glow.
It was too late too call him and she already texted him earlier. The second she hit that 'SEND' button she hated herself and wished she could have taken it back. Much in a Forks fashion the weather was drizzly and miserable. Only adding to her bad mood. She was used to bad weather from living in New England, but this was just silly now. Rain nearly every day. She would have killed for sunlight. No point in buming about it now, so she threw the bed covers aside and slid from the coverlets. That Dinner that her and Jasper took refuge in so many nights ago called her. Maybe it was the chance that he was there, or that she really wanted waffles for some reason. Anything to get her mind off him him him...
Throwing on a pair of jeans, her muck boots, and a baggy sweatshirt she skipped down the stairs and pulled a umbrella from the stand before making her way out into the dreary night. The Dinner was at least a half hour walk on foot, but the time gave her plenty of moments to think about her life. Or him. Jasper was just stuck within her mind. His pale skin, those deep golden eyes, the crazy way his hair stuck out , and that way he looked to her. Like she was the only person who mattered in that moment. That he cared. But she couldnt linger too long. She had less then a week if she was lucky to remain in Forks. Then onto the open road. She would need to say goodbye to Jasper.
Well that thought soured her mood. but the promise of waffles drowning in syrup managed to give her a smile. The sound of the little bell hanging above the door cried out disrupting the music playing from an old radio behind the counter. The watiress looked up and smiled to Corliss as she entered, nodding to the empty diner save for a few people. "Thanks.." The New England accent rang in her voice before she walked down to a empty booth, settling in.
nicknames: Cor, Ghost
date of birth: May 16th 1987
date of change: N / A
hometown: Born and Raised in Warwick RI. She still lives there with her parents home, in the basement
species: Human
ability's: N / A
height:Standing an average 5'5, Corliss isnt too tall nor too short
weight: A healthy 135
hair: Corliss's hair is a deep chestnut brown with natural highlights of red and even gold within certain light. When wet it looks pitch black. Her hair is styled in loose waves that are also natural, and it kept around shoulder length. She never fusses with it often, choosing to throw on a headband or pull it back within a ponytail.
eyes:Like the ever changing tides of the ocean, Corliss's eyes are a brilliant sea-foam green to crystal blue at times, depending on what she is waring and also her mood.
general appearance: Being from New England, she has to have some sturdyness to her else she wouldnt survive the winters. Slender, but still keeping some shape to her figure, Corliss is fit without looking like a skeleton. Her skin is fair, due to the ever changing weather within her home, but also has its fair share of sun spots and pox marks from her childhood bout with the chicken pox. Seeing the weather always changes, she is commonly seen with layers on, that way she could always strip down if needed. A gray thermal topped with a graphic tee and sweatshirt, and paired with jeans or even cargo shorts. She tends to lean twords bright colors like yellows, oranges. Comfort rather then style is her motto. Most of her clothing is well worn, but she has her small stash of 'nice' clothing for those occasions. She is also never seen without her camera, a cannon with a dorky hand knitted strap that rests around her neck in a bright rainbow of yarn.
likes:
Graveyards ~ Taking grave rubbings with charcoal and newsprint, taking pictures, or just resting along the old stone walls around them and watching time go by.
Abandoned Buildings ~ Breaking into them, taking pictures, trying to find hidden stashes or treatures within floorboards or the walls.
Forgotten Roads ~ Dirt roads that look as if no car can pass so she goes on foot, taking pictures, going to the curb and looking for interesting litter.
Ghost Stories ~ Collecting them from locals, documenting them and retelling them when the mood strikes her.
Beaches ~ Barefoot in the sand, swimming in even the most chilled of oceans, collecting shells and sea glass, soaking up the rays even though she is fully dressed most of the time.
dislikes:
Her illness/Medication ~ Her constant need to take pills to balance herself out and the fact that she needs them just to function like everyone else.
Sudden Change Of Plans ~ Sends her pulse racing and her body into cold sweats, so resistant to change that she seems to shut down while trying to sort out the reason for the change.
Alarm Clocks ~ Liking her sleep, tend to malfunction and cause her to be late or even miss appointments.
Overly Sunny Days ~ Make it difficult to take good pictures, also force her to put on sunglasses that she hates.
strengths:
People Person ~ Very easy to talk too and very approchable, which comes in handy when she is interveiwing
Good Memory ~ Can remember small details easily
Ability to withstand most weather ~ Hell. Snow, Rain, Blistering heat. All in New England
weaknesses:
Normal Human weaknesses
Mental ~ As stated before, she cant handle certain things and often finds herself withdrawn from soceity due to her problem.
Closed Off ~ She tries to keep her own life to herself. Rather let people be in the spotlight then take it herself.
Inablility to Trust Easily ~ She had a difficult time letting people in, although she wants too so badly
habits/quirks: Corliss's biggest flaw is something that she herself cannot change. Her mental disorders and issues cause huge changes within her life. The minor ones would be the fact that she almost never talks about herself and is constantly chewing on her lips to the point they are nearly raw and chapt
fears:
Change ~ Corliss cannot stand it. It litterly sends her into a spiral of panic attacks
Herself~ She knows that she is her own worst enemy, and having 'dark thoughts' more then once in her life, she is worried that she will loose it to the point of commiting the final act.
secrets:
Virgin ~ She is still a virgin.
personality: Corliss is a simple girl who comes from a simple basic life and likes the simple comforts of it. A homebodies at best, and a true New Englander at heart she can appreciate what she has and easily forgets what she doesn't have. That being said she is resistant to change and finds herself faced with panic to near anxiety level if things don't go quite as planned. While this may seem to be a flaw to many who have a more 'care free' attitude of things, she finds it hard to break. Rather be early then late, and even if the possibility that the weather wont cooperate with her plans, she adjusts and changes them just so she doesn't have to face disappointment. Medication pushed into her system perscribed by countless doctors is how she starts every day of her life. One to keep the anxiety down. One to keep the depression at bay. . One thing that she has found that helps soothe her worries is to take long walks with her cannon camera in hand. Thousands upon thousands of pictures rests within memory cards, some ranging from artistic shots of her journey, and others just of herself or people she has met. Within those pictures was a perfect moment, so she likes to remember them just for that. Other then her flaw, she is a charming girl with a infectious personality. Having the habit of allowing her mouth to run without a filter the girl has found herself trapped within many conversations with complete strangers at diners and even gas stations. She is a sucker for interesting tales and stories that cant be told in any movie or show. Life is the best story to her, and while hers is dull, she can live through others in the tales that they weave. Never one to be shy she approaches nearly everyone she sees with a friendly 'Hello' or just a smile. Never knowing if anyone is just as lonely as herself, so is hoping to find someone to pass the time with. Friends never come easily for her, most unable to deal with her need for perfection in the details and planning. Most don't even last a few months with her, rather just end the friendship then deal with her anger and tears when they arrive just a bit late for a lunch date. Boyfriends are out of the question for her, and the male friends that she had made it all too clear that she was not the one for them. Being alone for most of her time upon the road, and in life back home, she just lives through the pictures, and the stories that she remembers.
mother: Kathy Gallows
father: Thomas Gallows
siblings: None, Corliss is an only child
other family: Just one set of grandparents
other important people: None.
history: Corliss was born the only daughter to Kathy and Thomas Gallows. She was born in Kent Country Hospital, and until reaching the age of 18 was never more then 30 miles from her birthplace. Growing up in RI, she was almost always at the beach, or doing something by the miles of ocean that hug the small state. Her mother worked at the Newport Mansions, as a tour guide in the tourist season in the spring and summer months. Corliss grew her affection for the strange and dark history of the state from her mother, and the countless stories that she would hear from the older residents of the rich town. Her father Thomas was a toll booth collector for the Newport tolls, and also had his own collection of stories for the young girl to listen to until the early hours of morning. Seeing how much she enjoyed history her parents took her to all of the areas of RI that held any amount of history or a interesting past. The State Building, The old mills down by the river, and the many lighthouses that dotted the coast line. It was when they came to the 'Vampires Grave' Mercy Brown the 'last' vampire of New England, that Corliss found her real passion. The History of the dead. As she got older she became obsessed with the ghost stories and myths of her small state, in particular those of the Narragansett Indian Tribe, and that of the 'Vampire' plague that seemed to happened in the 1890's of RI's history. Like any person, her curiosity was tapped as she began to read more about the old Vampire myths and tales of the states. The fact that many seemed to have some brief touch with the undead, she decided then to start tracking notes and keeping her own records. Everyone needs a hobby...And when her parents soon discovered her lost in books, movies, and nearly anything she could get her hands on about the occult and myths, they began to worry. She was ignoring what normal teenage girls would do. Going out, having fun, having a boyfriend. After much convincing, she was brough to a series of doctors, who of course just gave her plenty of perscriptions that she was doomed to fill the rest of her life.
When she was of age she went to URI, majored in History and paranormal studies on the side. She soon got a small job with T. A. P. S, the local team of Ghost hunters, doing nothing but sorting through e-mails and calls to find the real cases from the false ones. During her time working with T.A P. S , she realized that there seemed to be traces of vampire myths and Native American legends across the US. Her first visit was to the local Native American museum right by the casino's in CT. She picked up on certain tales and myths within the culture and decide to track the similar threads across the US, seeing how the tales of the Native Americans and that of the 'Vampires' crossed and weaved. Figuring she had more then enough to go on, the woman decided then that it was time to leave the small tiny comforts of home, and set out. Where? Across the States of course, tracking these myths and legends until she had enough to make a book of it. She was no writer, but hell she could try. Worse case, she would have a life experience just on the road, and get out of her shell. With her parents blessing, and the money that she had saved for an apartment of her own, she set out on the road in her beat up SUV. She started of course in New England, and traveled across the heart of the U.S until reaching one of her final destinations, Washington. Currently she is staying at a small Bed and Breakfast in Forks, and is gathering information from locals. She also has a interesting in going to the Reservation to get a telling of the Quileute legends.
role play sample: (Taken from FORSAKEN where she is Jaspers Singer)
Sleepless nights were starting to get to her. But it wasnt from stress and the worry that she wouldnt be able to make it back home, or that her book wouldnt be finished and all was for naught. But it was because she could only think of him. Her stranger in the rain. The man who came into her life so quickly and ment so much to her in a short time. He was on her mind constantly, thinking of what he was doing, where he was, and if he just happened to be thinking of her at all. She doubted it of course, but there was a slim ray of hope that she was on his mind. Of course he wasnt loosing sleep over her like she was. He was too good for that. Too normal for that to happen. But here she was, looking to the clock upon her lap top that sat at bedside, mocking her with its light glow.
It was too late too call him and she already texted him earlier. The second she hit that 'SEND' button she hated herself and wished she could have taken it back. Much in a Forks fashion the weather was drizzly and miserable. Only adding to her bad mood. She was used to bad weather from living in New England, but this was just silly now. Rain nearly every day. She would have killed for sunlight. No point in buming about it now, so she threw the bed covers aside and slid from the coverlets. That Dinner that her and Jasper took refuge in so many nights ago called her. Maybe it was the chance that he was there, or that she really wanted waffles for some reason. Anything to get her mind off him him him...
Throwing on a pair of jeans, her muck boots, and a baggy sweatshirt she skipped down the stairs and pulled a umbrella from the stand before making her way out into the dreary night. The Dinner was at least a half hour walk on foot, but the time gave her plenty of moments to think about her life. Or him. Jasper was just stuck within her mind. His pale skin, those deep golden eyes, the crazy way his hair stuck out , and that way he looked to her. Like she was the only person who mattered in that moment. That he cared. But she couldnt linger too long. She had less then a week if she was lucky to remain in Forks. Then onto the open road. She would need to say goodbye to Jasper.
Well that thought soured her mood. but the promise of waffles drowning in syrup managed to give her a smile. The sound of the little bell hanging above the door cried out disrupting the music playing from an old radio behind the counter. The watiress looked up and smiled to Corliss as she entered, nodding to the empty diner save for a few people. "Thanks.." The New England accent rang in her voice before she walked down to a empty booth, settling in.
