Post by rissa on Aug 19, 2009 11:02:27 GMT -5
larissa dawn harrison.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!personality Larissa is far from being the mean girl. She’s a total sweetheart, and would never intentionally hurt someone. She knows what it is like to grow up and intentionally be hurt physically, mentally and emotionally. She’s always willing to help someone, and would pretty much take the shirt off her back in order to help. Her mother raised her that way, and even though Larissa moved out four years ago after her mother’s death 6 years before, her personality has remained the same way since. She loves chocolates, roses, romantic movies, horror movies, comedy movies, horse back riding when she goes to visit her grandparents, walks in the park, modeling, taking pictures, having fun, dancing, and making friends. Her dreams are to just have a family, be happy, and live a long and healthy life. Also becoming a professional model would be another dream of hers.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Just because Larissa is a total sweetheart does not mean she isn’t a bitch too. Now, with her being bipolar, it comes as a problem. She’ll be sweet one minute, but if you start talking bad immediately she erupts and is pissed off. She’s also short tempered, so it’s best to not just piss her off. She was farm raised, and with having three older brothers she knows how to fight when it comes to it. She chooses not to fight, naturally, but if she has to stand up for someone then she’s more then willing to throw a few punches. With that being said, she also knows how to have fun without getting too out of control. She has seen what being drunk does to you, since her father was an alcoholic and her older brother followed in his footsteps. She’s had a drink or two but never really got drunk. Tipsy maybe, but never completely hammered. She dislikes alcoholics, man whores, whores, sluts, preppy girls or guys, people who use each other, prostitutes, needles, spiders, kangaroos, rhinos, stupid and pointless movies, and that’s pretty much it.
When it comes to men, this is her hardest subject. She has never really had a real relationship. Summer flings, but that was it. And even then things never got serious. She has never had her first kiss, never lost her virginity, and pretty much is a little inexperienced when it comes to being intimate with a guy. Of course, she has this thing in her head that all guys just want sex and that is it. Since the only guys she grew up around were her brothers that raised her, all they ever wanted was sex. At least, all but one wanted just sex. Jason, the youngest brother was the one. He was always more carefree and loving, much like Larissa herself. But she still has that mental image of that’s all they want. She’s still determined to find that special guy, though. When it comes to turn-ons, wow that is kind of tough. She likes a man with a built body, and takes good care of himself. A charming personality and sweet smile with gorgeous eyes would do the trick as well. They have to be protective, but not too protective. She’d like to be able to hang out with her guy friends without being told no but if they tried anything to have her boyfriend tell them to back off. They have to be caring and loveable, and not afraid to admit to their friends that he really likes her. She’s pretty picky when it comes to her guys. Turn-offs include over protectiveness, odor, someone who doesn’t take of themselves, cockiness, rudeness, perverts, pretty much what no girl wants.
history Michael Jay Harrison met his girlfriend at the time, Annabelle Marie Parker, at high school his junior year and her sophomore year. They instantly fell in love, and within no time were engaged and about to be happily married. They were, like every other seventeen and eighteen year old couple, sexually active pretty much every single week. Michael was captain of the football team and Annabelle was head cheerleader. They were the perfect couple that everyone wanted to be. As they graduated high school, Annabelle became pregnant with twins. As she grew larger and larger, she realized they were twins. Two boys. Michael and Annabelle were thrilled, and when she was seven months pregnant they held the wedding. Now, their honeymoon didn’t consist of the steaming hot sex every honeymoon did. It involved sitting down in a living room, staying away from the busy life and just watching movies, eating and feeling the movements of the twin boys inside. And before they knew it, it was nine months in to the pregnancy and her water had broken.
They rushed Annabelle to the hospital, where she was in labor for about three to four hours. As soon as she started pushing, thirty minutes later a little boy came out. And then eight minutes passed, and out came the next boy. Both were beautiful, and had come in to this loud and obnoxious world crying like expected. But as soon as they were cleaned and were being held by the happy new mother and father, they quieted down and slept soundly. It wasn’t even three months later that Annabelle was pregnant yet again. With another little boy. The first two had been named Nathaniel Isaiah and Nathan Isaac. This baby boy was to be named Jason Allen. So nine months past, and suddenly there was a house of five. Nathaniel Isaiah, Nathan Isaac, Jason Allen, Annabelle Marie, and Michael Jay Harrison. Everyone was thrilled for the family of five. Years went by, and as Nathan and Nate turned five and Jason turned four, Annabelle was with child yet again.
This time a little girl. A little girl that would be named Larissa Dawn. Larissa came a month earlier then expected, weighing a small five pounds and seven ounces. Everyone wanted the little girl because of her beautiful brown eyes and her just adorable face. The family was growing, and when Larissa was seven, Jason was eleven, Nathan was twelve as well was Nate, Annabelle got her tubes tied. And the family went downhill. Something happened one night, and the two parents began arguing each and every night. Like all relationships and couples married at a young age, it did not last. Larissa would find herself crying beside her oldest brother Nathan, being held in his arms as he comforted her quietly. This was a hard time for the four children. And then five years later. Nathan was seventeen as well as his twin Nate, Jason was sixteen and Larissa was twelve. They were sitting up, listening to Nathan and Nate talk about their nights at parties. They always fascinated Larissa, and each night she would beg and beg for a new story for them to tell. Then, as they were talking, the sound of a pistol going off rang through the house. Larissa jumped as well as Jason, well all the children jumped. They rushed downstairs, and quietly peeked inside their parents’ room. There laid their mother, a gun shot opening in the head and blood pouring out across the just washed white sheets.
They panicked and rushed upstairs, grabbing the phone as they went and dialing 911. Mike was arrested for first degree murder, and the two oldest were left to care for the younger ones. With the twins now having to look after themselves, Jason and larissa, they had to get jobs. Years went by, and they seemed to be doing well. Larissa went to college for modeling, Jason went with a basketball scholarship, and both the twins left with scholarship. Nathaniel left with a Baseball scholarship and Nathan left with a football. No one ever thought they’d get it. Larissa recently turned twenty-two, and finished her four years of modeling college. She left her hometown of Chicago, Illinois and moved to Milwaukee in order to escape her past. She has seen everything in Chicago – drugs, alcohol, violence, sex, pregnancies, gangs, robberies, murders. You couldn’t name one thing that Larissa hadn’t seen there. And she’s hoping her new life here will turn out to be a much better one.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be saz, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be alessandra ambrosio. i've been doing this for three years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- If you were to enter the Davens' residence at this point in time, there was two things that would more then likely happen - you would either get hit by broken glass or knocked in the jaw by an extremely strong seventeen year old. It was a dangerous environment right now, and it was no help that jennifer just was not strong enough to calm her brother down and to keep him from hurting himself, her or somebody else. When her brother got pissed off it was like trying to stop a raging bull - practically impossible. When he got pissed off he basically was a raging bull, and all he saw was black. he couldn't see anyone or see what he was grabbing and throwing. All he knew was that mother nature was a bitch for taking his mother away from him in the form of cancer.
More then once had jennifer been there to try and calm her beloved brother down, and the first time she tried glass shattered against the wall and several small pieces flew her way, embedding themselves deep in to her right forearm. She had not blamed it on her brother because she knew that he was mad, and pissed off just would not do him justice. The second time she had gone down there to calm him down she succeeded, getting him calmed down enough to take the spoon from his hand that he was about to throw and grab chocolate ice cream from the freeze. She had scooped him a bowl and set it down for him to eat, and stayed down there while he ate it. She scooped herself a bowl and put the ice cream back, and as soon as she reached her room she heard the crash of marble against a wall.
She had finished her ice cream and sat it in the sink of her bathroom, planning on washing it and taking it downstairs once Jace got here and got Tyler under control. She had been texting Jace for a while, telling him how her mother had cancer and how she didnt get the audition and how Tyler had started drugs. This was about the third night of Tyler's meltdown. it first started with just tears, then the next night he went out a partied and did some drugs, and now today he started breaking pretty much every single dish they had. But the last thing Jennifer was worried about was how they were going to be able to pay for the replacement dishes. Her biggest worry was that her brother's next decision would put his life in danger - suicide. The last thing she wanted was to lose two people in the next six months.
Thats how long her mother had to live - six months. Jennifer's life was beginning to become way too stressful for her. After fourteen years of dance they said the eighteen year old needed improvement still. She had to worry about her boyfriend possibly getting drunk and cheating on her. His job was one where alcohol was in sight no matter where you looked, and jennifer was terrified he would hurt her. She was scared that she would not be able to afford the up-keep the house needed, and that they would have to move. Possibly out of Las Vegas. She had her mother to worry about as well, considering the next six months had to be the most cherished ones in her and Tyler's life. It was all beginning to be too much to handle, especially with a job and a father in jail to stack on top of that.
Jace was something she knew she should not worry about, but she was a girl. This was her first real serious relationship, so it was normal for her to be worried. Besides, jace has the reputation as a player. Without a doubt half the women in vegas did not know he was taken, and would try to get with him. She loved jace and anyone could see that. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she was scared to lose him. Just like when it came to sex. Jennifer was big on holding virginity until the right time and not to just give it up like giving away a broken toy or something. Virginity was a woman's most precious gift, and as much as she wanted to give it to jace her mind and body was screaming to just wait, to see if he really loved her enough to wait.
That was another thing on Jeni's mind - family. She was wonderful with children and loved babies, and one of her private dreams was to have a family. She knew that it would be tough work. Nine months of pregnancy and eternity with the child. It was one of the few things was life changing. But as of right now she knew it was not the best time to be bringing a child in to the world. She would not do it without Jace being ready either. He was a big part in the whole family thing anyways, so him being ready was very important. besides, she had a brother, a house, a mother and a father in jail to worry about. The last thing she needed was having to worry about a baby and getting ready too. Her life was stressful enough as it was.
She stood up, letting out a deep sigh and shaking her head. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing down in big letters "use the key under the mat". Taking it downstairs, she walked straight to the living room and avoided the kitchen. She was surprised her brother had not already cut himself or something. Son of a bitch! she heard, and it was coming from the kitchen. The sound of glass breaking echoed through the large house once again, and her brother was still pissed off. She grabbed tape off the counter, walking to the door and opening it up. Demon let out a growl, but as soon as he saw that it was just Jennifer he relaxed and laid his massive head down on his large paws. Demon was an extremely big and bulky dog, weighing at least fifty or sixty pounds. He was a Pit Bull, one of the most dangerous of animals and if you saw Demon you would think he was the perfect example of the breed. Sure, he was protective, but if he liked you he was the most gentle animal ever.
She taped the piece of paper to the front door, and set a spare key under the mat. Not once had they ever had to use the spare key, but Jennifer set it out for Jace so that he wouldnt have to wait to come in. She placed the mat back down on the wooded front porch floor and shut the door, locking the door handle but not the dead bolt. She wasnt going to put him through that much trouble. Besides, if you were worried about the safety and sanity of your boyfriend or girlfriend you wouldnt want to spend half an hour fumbling with a door lock in the first place.
Jennifer just sat down on the couch, listening to the sound of breaking glass. Tears rolled down her delicate face, black lines from her mascara and eye liner blending in with the tears. Demon stood up, shaking his entire body. it seemed to shake the whole house, but he was just that big of a dog. He trotted over to Jennifer, jumping up and sitting down in her lap. She let out a groan, his massive body putting pressure on her sore thighs. He whipped his head around, a large pink tongue flopping out of his massive snout and running across her cheeks and across her eyes. It was as if he knew that she was upset, and that she needed comforting. And since Tyler was not the one doing so, that it was his job as the family pet to cheer her up.
Jennifer ran her hand along his smooth back, a small smile on her pale pink lips. Jace is coming over, buddy.. she whispered to him. His eyes almost closed, a deep growl escaping from his throat. Jeni let out a small laugh and hugged the dog's neck. Come on Demon. be nice. he's here to help. But come on, ive gotta put you in your room. she said, grabbing the dog's red collar and walking him to his room. Yeah, the dog had his own room. Spoiled just didnt seem to fit him well. More like spoiled rotten. She shut and locked his door then made her way up to her room. And thats where she remained, waiting for the sound of an unlocking door and large arms to wrap around her, a deep voice whispering to her. Promising her that everything was going to be okay. All she wanted was for him to hurry up and be here, just so she could know that he was still there and this wasnt all a dream.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.