Post by RONNIE MILLER on Sept 20, 2010 10:41:39 GMT -5
VERONICA "RONNIE" MILLER
IN-CHARACTER
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FULL NAME: veronica miller !
"UGH I REALLY DISLIKE MY NAME.... LUCKILY NICKNAMES EXIST."
NICKNAMES: ronnie, ron, neenee.
"I HATE THEM EXCEPT FOR RONNIE. NO BIGGIE, THOUGH."
DATE OF BIRTH: august 18th, 1991.
"BORN IN THE SUMMER, I GUESS THAT'S COOL...."
AGE: eighteen.
"LEEEEEEEEEEGAAAALLLL!"
SPECIES: human f.
ABILITIES: n/a
FANDOM: the last song --- nicholas sparks/ the movie
HISTORY and HISTORY?
After my high school graduation, my brother, Jonah, and I were sent for the summer to stay with my father, Steve Miller. My father, a former professor at Juilliard, and my mother, Kim, had been having, as they said 'differences' in their marriage, which lead to a divorce. However, I learned later in life that it had been my mother who had wanted a difference, she had an affair. So, dad moved to his childhood home of Wilmington, North Carolina. I had become somewhat rebellious, shop lifting, going to clubs--I would never drink, however. In addition, I refused to play the piano, a passion my father and I both shared. It was... Our thing.
When we arrived in Wilmington, my brother bonded immediately with my father. They had such an amazing relationship. In fact, months earlier the church, which meant the world to my dad, had been burned down by an unknown, to the town, arson. I learned later on, or thought I learned, it had been William Blakelee and his best friend Scott, which was not quite the truth. In all honesty, it had been this boy, Marcus. But I'll explain all of that later. Anyways, my brother and father had began to work on a new stain-glass window for the building. My father, before he died, told my brother when the sun shined through, it would be he.
When I arrived to visit my father, I was cruel to him and very hostile. He constantly played the piano, which I thought was a ploy to lure me into a guilt. To play. I decided he did so to bother me as well so I demanded he stop playing and so he built a plywood wall to cover it. Knowing, later on in the summer, my father played to calm his hurt from the cancer. I had not realize or connected his constant reading of the Bible soon after he stopped playing. But I had figured, again much after, he had been sneaking to the church to play. I will forever feel guilty.
After arriving and storming away from my mother and father, I attend the town's annual carnival where a volleyball player, who later becomes my summer romantic, collided into me and caused my to stain my favorite concert shirt with soda. I couldn't have been more enraged, walking off, I had come to meet a girl named Galadriel, also known as Blaze. She introduces me to her friend, a boy she has a crush on, Marcus. He is a complete creep and actually ended up going to prison for the fire he set in the church. His friends, Lance and Teddy are no different. The three perform shows with balls lit on fire and to my fear at a latter point, Galadriel catches fire. It was a terrible sight. Marcus, as I said, is a creep. He's horrible to Blaze and the time he hit on me, Blaze became horrified and framed me for shoplifting, which was terrible because I had been put on warning. At home, I had done so before and the judge had told me if I didn't steal again, the case would be dismissed. So this was a really bad thing. Marcus, after Blaze is kicked out of her house by her mother, houses her and refuses to let her confess to putting the CDs in my bag. I was angry, I knew my mother would go crazy. My father, however, believed me, which was a big surprise.
My dad, one day, and my brother showed me a nest of eggs belonging to Loggerhead sea turtle. I discovered that raccoons feast on those poor, innocent babies and I made it my job to protect them. So determined, I had chosen to camp outside the nest to fight off any animals that may come to attack--even if I do love all animals. This actually linked me back to meeting the volleyball player, William Blakelee. He volunteered at the aquarium. We had fallen in love shortly afterwards. Though with some difficulties and arguments, I couldn't have been more happy. Will and I shared so much, he even confided in me the story of how his little brother, Mikey, died. I had, at the time, never lost someone so close and personal (other than my grandfather) yet that would change immensely in time.
Will's mother, however, disliked me as did Will's ex-girlfriend, Ashley. The two wanted us apart and Ashley attempted to expose lies of her former boyfriend to me. At first I had believed her... Later on, after speaking with Will I learned the truth of her deceptions.
The turtles became very special to Will and myself, they were like our children. We constantly slept by the nest, talking, smiling. He really changed me I feel. But when the eggs hatched, and I who now worked at the aquarium, answered myriads of questions and whatnot to onlookers. This is where everything changed, went down hill, went into my nightmares-- even though the hatching was gorgeous and Will and I decided they, the baby loggerheads were like our children. We had gone back to the aquarium, after collecting the egg shells to test for the thickness, I suppose, and that's when it began. My dad began to cough. Cough up blood--I had seen him cough like so before when I had seen him playing piano in the church. He claimed it just be the dust. I knew now he was lying.
My father had stomach cancer, which head spread to his lungs and more. I now knew why he wanted us to visit: he was dying. I angered me so, so much. I couldn't believe it. I wanted ever so much to do something to make him happy. Jonah was devastated, he needed and wanted to finish the window he and my dad had started. Will and I had aided him in doing that.
I still needed to do something and soon I had realized what. My father had been attempting to compose a song but as he grew weak, he couldn't finish and I knew some of the notes, as he knew, were skewed. I had decided to complete it and play the piece for him, which I knew and know he adored. Seeing me play must have brought a pain reliever to his body, to his heart. It must have warmed him. This was after my mom had arrived to take Jonah home, I had refused to go and requested I stay with my father to tend to his needs. It hurt so much when my father had to bid goodbye to him but he told Jonah whenever the light would shine through the window they created, it would be my dad.
Over the years, my father had written me letters, which I had neglected to read and so in those last months he lived I read them each including one he had written recently before his death. It was so difficult and a while before I had broken up with will because, and this was before I knew Marcus was at fault and not Scott, his friend and the fire in the church. I felt so bad after I knew the truth. Horrible, I was a bad person. I know I haven't spoken much of my relationship with Will but it was amazing and too wonderful for words, though we did have our fights. I was hurt, nonetheless, when we broke up. He even arrived at my dad's funeral--my dad had been cremated, which somewhat bothers me as I think about it. Burned. Like Blaze was.
Will had left for Vanderbilt University a while before my dad's death. I had been so hurt that he never called or made contact with me, I thought it was because of my rude actions towards him. He later explained he knew my father needed me more, that I had to focus on my dad and time with him. He had told me this when he gave me a surprise visit when I was practicing piano at Juilliard. Yes, I had decided to go and had been accepted. When he came, he had been talking to me on the phone. The secret of his coming had stopped my heart and he told me he had transferred, or was transferring rather, to Columbia. I knew we'd be together for a long time after that.
Summer comes, summer goes. But I knew this wasn't a fling because my heart had warmed so much for Will. He had changed me, broken me down and brought a smile to my face. Although I miss my father dearly, I couldn't be happier. I know my fate is going to shine. As I always say: in this bright future, you can't forget your past.
OUT-OF-CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: lily
AGE: twenty
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: five years
CONTACT: PM
FUN FACT! i auditioned for miley stewart as well. hope said is okay C: didn't see anything in the rules about it..[/BLOCKQUOTE]
