GIROUX, clarissa amber

[clarissa amber giroux.]

clarissaambergiroux

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M pepper BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 5 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY spontaneous. I ALSO OWN krystal jennifer mays
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH pm SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] clarissa amber giroux
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] clare, lissa
( A G E )[/COLOR] seventeen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] october sixteenth
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] junior
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] heterosexual
( J O B )[/COLOR] student
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] duplication/multiplication. i can create multiple copies of myself. they bring out different aspects of my personality, or can be as 'balanced' as i am. the copies can be up to five miles away from me, though distance and anything that happens to them drains my energy.

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] naturally curly, dyed red
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] green
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] 5'8"
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 140lb
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] none
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] ears pierced
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] whatever looks good and is near me
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] susan coffey

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR] i love freedom, first of all. can't live without it. nothing can stop me from exercising creativity, 'cause i have a lot of it. this might sound strange to say, but my camera and pictures kind of keep me sane. shelter is something you can't truly appreciate til you've been without it. like anyone else i like getting what i want. spring is my favourite time of year because i love the smell of rain. my favourite animal is the tarantula, 'cause spiders are just plain awesome. parties and alcohol are a part of day-to-day life for me and if you try to stop me from enjoying them i will bite your head off.
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR] i don't like being controlled. i don't like being underestimated. i don't like authority and i especially don't like bitches who think they're bigger than they are. being out on the streets kinda sucks; yeah, i've been there a few times. being sick, especially when you're on the streets, sucks even more. homework is a disease pushed upon us by the government- come to think of it, so is school. the 'i want to help you' teachers annoy the hell out of me. they're just two-faced liars who are pushing for their next raise. really, teachers in general annoy me, actually. they need to butt out of my life.
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR] my duplication power has been growing stronger through the years. so has my 'inappropriate' language. i'm good at channelling anger to productive things, which helps me in getting things done quickly. having 'multiple mes' helps me in tricking people, so i'm pretty good at that, too.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR] saying that i'm not a good student is an understatement. maybe if i tried applying myself to things more i'd get better grades, but i don't. too bad. being respectful is something i just can't do to most adults, especially teachers. hell, even kids don't get respect from me often. if you want it you've got to earn it. i don't deal with large crowds well, which is why school sucks so much, and i'm not athletic in the least.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR] skipping class is a pretty common habit for me. i guess you could call it a hobby. swearing is another habit/hobby. i have a pretty bad mouth, but i don't care. i can't go a day without using duplication, either.
( F E A R S )[/COLOR] i don't want to be out on the streets again, and i don't want to lose my power. it's as simple as that.
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR] i have three pet tarantulas in my room. the teachers don't know, and i'd beat up any kid who told them. i'd have numbers on my side. half of the time, the 'me' that people interact with is often a duplicate. i hide out in the woods.
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] i'm not exactly the nicest girl to know. i've heard that a million times, but it doesn't bug me. i'm no social butterfly, that's for certain (unless, by mistake, i make a 'cheerleader' duplicate. that's a mistake i've made before. never again). i tend to keep to myself and my tarantulas. i guess if you get to know me i might not be so bad, but people never take the time to do that. maybe i scare them off before they can. that's certainly possible. my excuse is a bad childhood.

i hate school. i'm only here because it's a roof over my head. most of the time i send a duplicate to school in my place and hide out in the woods or sneak out to st. michael's. so i still learn, technically, but then again i don't because i never pay any attention to what the duplicate has learned. i don't care.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] sarah marie giroux. twenty-seven. missing, presumed deceased.
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] jonas aaron giroux. twenty-eight. missing, presumed deceased.
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] tara mona giroux. five. missing, presumed deceased.
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] sal christian giroux. five. missing, presumed deceased.
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] n/a
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] three tarantulas named sora, roxas, and axel. (i like kingdom hearts).
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] once upon a time there was this family. it was a pretty happy family; five year old twins and a two year old baby girl, and of course the doting young mother and father. the father had his dream job already, at the age of twenty eight. they were all pretty wealthy because of it. their kids were going to be able to go to college no problem. they could probably buy their dream house in a few years time. yeah, things were pretty good.

the baby, that's me in case you couldn't guess, was sick with the flu, but the family had been planning a trip across the country to visit some old friends of the dad's for the last three months. baby couldn't fly, so they left her behind with another family friend and left. somewhere between touchdown on the runway and the family friend's house, mommy, daddy, and twins disappeared. bam. just like that. no one knows where they went. there was no trace. even the car that they rented disappeared. the police were all over the case for a few months. it made headlines, updates were regular and dismal on the tv stations: 'parents and children disappear off the map', 'another lead on the giroux case proves false' , and finally 'giroux case goes cold. family presumed dead.' in all of the hype there was one thing that the tv stations forgot to mention. the little baby was still alive, just without a family.

the family friend didn't want the burdan of an infant on her shoulders, so i went to social services and a nice foster family called the ross'. they didn't have any kids. it was kind of lonely there, i remember that, but okay overall. they weren't the fun parents that every kid dreams about, but they weren't cruel either. they were just okay. i was with them until i turned seven, and then things kind of went wrong. wait, kind of? they did. they went majorly wrong.

i had this imaginary friend. i called her clare. she was perfect. just like me. hell, she even looked like me. i'd invented her when i was about six and lonely 'cause i didn't have any siblings and was home schooled. she was my best friend, and i didn't care that she was imaginary. oh wait, it turns out she wasn't.

'mom', as mrs. ross made me call her, one day walked into my room because she heard me talking to someone. for a second she thought her eyesight was going, because there were two of me. but her eyesight was perfectly fine. there was just... two of me. she freaked out like any normal human being would, and the second me vanished in front of her eyes. she thought she was seeing things for a short time, until i tried to explain that that was just my friend, clare, and that she came and went a lot.

mrs. ross was a very logical woman. she did not believe in the supernatural or witchly abilities, so she tried to tell me i was wrong. there had been nothing there. i don't get why she was trying to ignore what she'd seen with her own eyes, but to each her own i guess. anyways, i was a stubborn seven year old, and i insisted that no, she existed. mrs. ross kept arguing. i kept arguing. and finally i got so mad that i called clare back. just to prove mrs. ross wrong.

so that was when my foster mom flipped out. complete mental breakdown. clare and i just stood there watching. then mr. ross ran upstairs to see what the problem was and saw me and my mysterious twin. he pulled his wife out of the room and locked me in it as they left. they let me out to eat and go to the bathroom for the next two days. i could hear them speaking in hushed voices in the middle of the night, and people came and went a lot. then one day a woman came to the door, a social worker, and i left with her.

from them on i went to a total of seven new homes. the longest i lasted before i 'slipped up' and used my power was ten months. sooner or later i always ended up packing up and leaving. the social workers were tired of me. foster parents were tired of me. everyone was tired of me but me.

when i was thirteen, less than a month before my fourteenth birthday, i had a huge fight with my foster mother. she was a widow, and slightly more tolerant of my power than the rest. she knew it existed, she just denied it. she blamed it on her drinking, which she liked to do a lot of. so i lasted there for a while. then one day she came home and found me sitting in the living room with myself/clare drinking alcohol. that was when she flipped out. apparently she could handle multiple mes, but she couldn't handle me drinking her alcohol. she kicked me out of the house and gave me a very strongly worded warning to never even think of coming back.

so i ended up on the streets. that was hell. i usually kept clare with me all of the time. people just assumed we were twins, and twins gain more sympathy than one lone homeless kid. i ended up in the hospital a lot of time, freezing, starving, just dying in general. they bounced me back to health and i was on the streets again. i stole a lot, and became an excellent pickpocket. that helped me stay alive.

one day, when i was sixteen, some guy walked up to me on the street. he only introduced himself as carl, and said he knew my 'secret'. i walked away. three days later he found me again, offered me a meal. you don't turn down a free meal. so i went with him, and over lunch he told me that he was a power. i had no idea what the hell that was. he said he could help me. i laughed at him, and as soon as i finished eating i left. it was ten days before he found me again, this time with an older woman; krystal mays. she offered me a free place at her school. plain and simple. all i knew was that it was shelter. it was free food. i accepted. it wasn't until i got to the school, halfway through sophomore year, that i realized what the school really was. i guess i fit in more here than i did anywhere else. doesn't mean i like it, but it's okay.

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YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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