cornelia everette schmidt

[wickedwitch]

-- nelia everette schmidt !

-- NAME: cornelia everette schmidt
-- NICKNAMES: cornie, nelia, neely, nella, nelly
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 17 ll august 21, 1993
-- BIRTH PLACE: capeside
-- ORIENTATION: heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: senior, high school
-- SECRET: 021: You’ve never been kissed
-- PLAYED BY: addison gill

-- PERSONALITY !

-- DISORGANISED:

It's a terrible infliction that affects millions. Neely is not an exception. Constantly losing homework, forgeting due dates, or appointments, she is not the most reliably, unless reminded repeatedly.

-- A LITTLE WILD:

Yes, mature. Sure, whatever. Does that mean someone can't have a little fun? Absolutely not. It's a small town, but that only means that the kids gets away with even more craziness, craziness that parents would kill if they knew that their children when to. Not that their children are children anymore. Nelia's been known to get buzzed a few times. Not quite drunk, but there's a fine line between the two.

-- APPREHENSIVE:

Or... perhaps; paranoid? People can be a little nervous at times but Cornelia seems to take it to a higher level. Everything makes her jump. The toaster, the microwave, the school bus, teachers, people poking her, everything. It's rather horrible. And funny.

-- LOVES: clothes, starbucks coffee, jewelry, crime/drama tv shows, music, the colour orange, running, twizzlers, horror/mystery novels, clementines, daffodils
-- HATES: reality television shows, mainstream pop music, romance movies, flare jeans, sports shows, dictating parents, exaggeratedly loud yawns, bad fashion, slackers

-- HISTORY !

How does any life start, really? A mother, a father... grandparents, uncles, aunts. Maybe an older brother, or sister.

That is exactly how Cornelia's life started. Exciting, isn't it?

Not really.

Her mother, Nora Stamford hadn't ever left Capeside. That is, until a trip with her friends to Boston when she was 18. That's where she met Luis Schmidt, a 21 year old college student. Very nice, very nice still, right? Yeah, oh course.

They get married two years later, ladida. First, it was Nelia's older brother, Paul, then three years later, Cornelia herself. Still a happy family.

The years go on, and everything seems fine. Maybe a little strained at times, just like any other marriage might become over the years. Stil the classically, boringly, average family.

When Cornelia was about seven years old, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was in the late stages by the time it was finally discovered and diagnosed, and even with chemo, there was little the doctors could do. By the time Nelia was ten, her mother had passed away. Not the best thing to happen in a young girls life.

Her father took it better than was expected. Two and a half years later, he was in on the dating game again. He didn't meet anyone permanently for a while. Not for Paul's entire high school career.

Nelia grew up just fine without a mother. She learned to take care of herself, made friends, did okay and sometimes better in school, joined a sports team from now and again. Never had a boyfriend, sad as that is... Her brother didn't do quite as well. There were definitely times where she thought he was getting into drugs. He might have been, but he covered it up well. Except for the fact that he decided that he didn't want to go to college.

That kinda pissed their father off, he didn't want to have to support his son for the rest of his life

While all this was going on, her father began seeing a woman, Veronica. She didn't have much of a problem with the woman, she figured her father wouldn't take it too far. Last year, he married her. Just absofreakinglutely wonderful.

So, start senior year, and... things are okay. Really, they are. Let's just see what happens.

-- SAMPLE !

Impatiently attempting to hide how annoyed she was, Diana repeated herself. Again. "No. Not, not Vegemite. Peanut. Butter." The sales lady who owned the store spoke very little English. Some asian language. At the moment, she was pointing to the Vegemite jar, and speaking rapidly.

You'd think that between working at Yum Cha Chinese, and living in a city where a significant percentage of its residents are recent immigrants from South East Asia, and where the freaking Chinese new year is celebrated each year, she'd pick up some languages. But no. Diana is incompetent like that.

Diana did know better, though, that speaking louder didn't help anything. Instead, she slowly repeated herself. It wasn't as it Peanut butter wasn't unheard of. Just less common than the salty, bitter yeast paste that Australians seemed to like. "Peanut. Butter. Not Vegemite." She shook her head, pointing at the kraft jar the woman held, indicating that she didn't want it.

The woman, finally giving up, yelled something, causing Diana to jump; startled. A younger girl emerged from the back of the store, slipping between a few of the over shelved, disorganized rows. "Mama?" The girl, who appeared to be about Diana's age, adressed the older woman. Again, the lady made gestures at Diana, speaking quickly. Nodding, the girl said something back, and apparently appeasing her mother, the older woman left, muttering to herself. "Can I help you?" she asked in broken english. "Yes." Diana said, relieved. "Do you guys have Peanut Butter? Skippy, Jiff, Peter Pan..." she asked hopefully.

Normally, she would have gone to a mainstream grocery store, where prices were lower, but today they didn't have any peanut butter, and Diana really wanted some freaking peanut butter.

The asian girl in front of her thought for a second, before nodding excitedly; beckoning. Following the shorter girl, Diana snatched a jar of grape jelly off of another shelf, and a loaf of bread as she passed. Might as well, she had like no food at the apartment anyways. She was content to live off of PB&J for a week if she had to.

Thanking the girl, she glanced at the peanut butter selection. There were about 5 jars total. How did people here live without peanut butter? Americans practically lived on peanut butter. Every kid she knew brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to school at least once in their lifetime. Well, except Jimmy Whats-his-face. He'd been allergic. Of course, she did know people who ate peanut butter, but it seemed that Vegemite was more popular. It was like... beer-yeast paste or something. Nasty shit.

Grabbing the Jiffy jar, she hurried to the cashier, where the boy at the register took a few minutes longer than necessary to check out her three items.

It wasn't as though she had anywhere she needed to be, or people she needed to meet. She'd just rather do something on her day off other than standing around in a stifling store that smelled like cabbage.

Stuffing the peanut butter, and jam into her bag, she started to squish the bread in as well, but then decided against it, holding the edge of the plastic twist bag. Stepping out to the sunlight, she blinked distractedly. Waves of heat literally came off of the pavement, even though it wasn't the hottest she'd ever felt Darwin be. At the moment, she was very glad that she wasn't in her apartment. It would be sweltering right now, seeing as she didn't have any air conditioning.

Turning off of Knuckey Street, Diana started down Smith Street, which would lead her back to her apartment. Every now and then, she would pause, glancing into the store front windows, her eyes squinting against the glare of the eleven o'clock sun that reflected off of the glass.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: WICKED?!
-- AGE: 14
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: random, ADD, open to ideas. (that would be 5, wicked... can't you count?)
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Momo. <3

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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