Queni ya raina ullumë vanwë umir.

My mom refuses to turn on the AC and I am dying! Sometimes I wish that I applied to a college up north to get away from the Texas heat! Oh well!
Yeah, with the heat, I am not really up to speaking.
I know that sounds weird but I get all bi.tchy when I am burning up! I'm a strange person!
It is my last week of school, so I probably won't be on that much....if at all!
So, yeah, responses will probably be so much later! Sorry! But really, what can I do?!

{All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?
-Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine}
 
Name: T'Qella
 
Nicknames:Ella (only by Jim)
 
Bio: T'Quella was born on a rainy night on Earth. Her mother was human, a women of low values and not able to take care of herself. Her father was Vulcan, a man who betrayed his way of life and escaped from his home planet. The hybrid was found by Lady Amanda, who was on Earth at the time, and brought her back to Vulcan. This is where T'Qella was given to her grandparents. Both were highly respected; as her grandfather was apart of the Vulcan High Council. Growing up, the hybrid was an outsider. Not belonging to either her Vulcan or Human roots. But she wasn't alone, she had another who was like her. Spock, Lady Amanda's son. A hybrid as well. They sought comfort with one another, one not being able to be without the other. The Council had sought that these two be bonded, just like all Vulcans must be, but neither wanted that. They cared for one another but as you would for a sibling, your family. That was what they were to each other. They were able to prolong the bond. Spock chose the path of fully becoming Vulcan, while T'Qella still couldn't choose between the two parts of her. Soon enough, the grew older. Spock leaving to go become apart of Starfleet Academy, while the female was stuck on Vulcan.
Three years of waiting and it seemed that Spock came back. But all for the wrong reasons. Their plant was under attack, who she would come to realize was Nero. She was with the Vulcan High Council, and her grandparents, when Spock came and tried to rescue them. She had made it but her grandparents, along with Lady Amanda, had not. This devastated her, showing strong emotions, as none of the other Vulcans reacted. Only Spock. That was when T'Qella chose which side she would become. She would be human, but to an extent. While on board the USS Enterprise, the half-human helped out on Sickbay knowing an extensive amount of knowledge of many species biology. She also helped with trying to take down Nero, for her planet and her family. That was when she met James T. Kirk. A man who intrigued her. But it seemed that feeling went both ways.
After Nero was defeated and Jim was made Captain, T'Qella studied at Starfleet. After only several months, she was assigned to the USS Enterprise; where she became head nurse and also helping in the science field, with Commander Spock as Science Officer.
And after a year or so being aboard, her and Captain Kirk started a relationship. One that no one could really see coming or understood how it work, but it did for them.
T'Qella and Spock still have a strong connection but it is only platonic. She having Jim and he having Uhura. Neither of the two know about the bond that was suppose to be between the hybrids, and that is how the intend on keeping it.
 
Likes:
+Helping people
+Learning new things
+Reading
+Working on science projects with Spock
+Being able to have time with Jim
+Being aboard the USS Enterprise

Dislikes:
-Showing weakness
-When anyone, especially Jim, gets hurt
-Being a hybrid, only at times
-Cold temperature
 
Fears:
---->Losing Jim and Spock
---->Failing those who need her
 
((@giants I honestly didn't want to do a collection because it would have been too hard to fit this all in! But here is the gist of my character! And yes, I was going to have Jim and T'Qella already together and just go on from there! I think it would work better! Anyway! Here it is!))

Won't be on it till probably tomorrow, late at night! That is when I get home from my dad's!
But I have a few other things I need to do!
Meep! Anyway!
PEACE!

{The guilts no good, and it only shames us more
And the truths that we all try to hide, are so much clearer when its not our lives
When we don't face the blame
 
Won't you (get on your knees)
believe (have faith)
in this lie with us all.
now my body's on the floor and I am calling, well I'm calling out to you...can you hear me now?
-Hear Me Now by Framing Hanley}
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T'Qella pressed her lips into a thin line as she watch her captain come in. "Sense he's yours, I'll let you handle him," came Dr.McCoy's gruff voice from behind her. The hybrid turned to the older man, raising an eyebrow in question. He shrugged and walked off to another patient. T'Qella drew in a breath and then walked over to where Captain Kirk was sitting. Yes, that is what she referred him to while she was on her shift aboard the USS Enterprise. Always the professional. She had joined the crew just a year ago, head nurse and helping in the science department, and fitted in immediately. She knew she belonged here, just like Spock. Both of them outsiders to both Vulcan and human race. Not fitting into either. But here, they could fit in. Become apart of something. At the sight of Kirk's battered face and bright grin, anger rushed over her. She was absolutely done with Jim's acts of stupidity. His near death experiences. She could handle many things. His flirtatious manner, his stubbornness, and even his pompous manner from time to time. But almost getting himself killed constantly, sometimes on purpose? No, she had enough. She didn't want to lose him too. Not with everyone else she had lost. She may have been selfish in that manner, but it couldn't be helped. "Captain," she greeted, her words clipped. She proceeded to pick up her PADD as she ran the tricorder over him to make sure there was no internal injuries. When she saw there was none, she started to work on his wounds that scattered his body. Her eyes did not meet his, focusing on the task at hand.
 
((@giants I know you don't have your plot yet, but I had a starter in my head and decided to type it out! So, here it is! We can just respond when you have a plot and are ready to do this!:D))

{I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
 
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
All of his questions such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn
-Shake It Out by Florence + The Machine}
 
{Girl} is an old friend of Jay Gatsby, when he was living with his actual family. (Set before the book/ Pre-Nick) After Jay made it big in West Egg New York, he wrote {girl} telling her where he was and giving her money so she could join him up there. These two had been through a lot together before he left at 16, but he would always write her a letter. Now she lives with him in his mansion at West Egg and helps him with the extravagant parties, and a few of his business deals. She is a mystery, no one really knows about her past, only that she has always been a friend of Jay's. Enter {guy}, he has always lived in New York but in the Valley of Ashes. Recently, he has come into some money with an investment. Though, it isn't much, it is still enough to move himself into a humble home at West Egg. {Guy} comes to one of the parties with a few people he has met from West Egg and meets {girl}. He is instantly intrigue and finds her fascinating. Like Gatsby, there are rumors about her but he doesn't really believe them, which would be the first. The two come to know each other, she inviting him a long to things and her coming over when she feels like it. She really doesn't believe in love, though the {guy} finds himself falling in love with her. Will she change her mind? And what will happen when he discovers about her past and the business she is in?
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Carolyn stood at the top of the stairs. She peered down, over the railing, on the many guest that always came for one of Gatsby's famous parties. Ones that she helped put together from both her and Jay's imagination. The young lady was a close, personal friend of Jay Gatsby. She knew him even before that was who he became, both of them wanting more to their past lives. That was how they were both here, in West Egg, New York. Among the drunken, rotten, and wealthy gossipers. They were both mysteries, her and Gatsby, with so many rumors flying about. But she let them talk, not proving herself to people who didn't matter in her book. There was very few people who were important to her. Being among many two-face people and keeping to herself. She had to be careful.
Carolyn slowly descended down the steps and into the crowd of people. The redhead scanned the room, as she grabbed a glass of champaign from one of the waiters walking by. "Thank you," she said, her southern accent not quite fitting the New York scene. Her accent was thick, but not so much as to cover her words. She took a sip as she maneuvered easily around the crowds, smiling and greeting anyone in her sights. A good hostess. A lady with charm and grace, something she made sure to present herself as. Soon after she arrived to New York. The music was loud and the people were crazy, but that was nothing unusual. Jay was about, hoping that Daisy would show but that was a hopeless thought. He got himself to tangled up into Daisy, into some silly emotion that brought nothing but heartache and anger. She passed off that thought and focused on the party before her. Smile still on her face and impeccably dressed for such an exquisite party.
 
@giants
((Don't comment until I have commented on yours! Which will probably be tomorrow! I just wrote a starter! Which was insane on my iPad! Ugh!!))

{This is his body
This is his blood
 
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
 
Spilled milk tears,
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol
 
The black and the blue
 
The sweetest submission
Drinking it in
The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns
'Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough
-Bedroom Hymns by Florence + The Machine}
 
{Girl} is an old friend of Jay Gatsby, when he was living with his actual family. (Set before the book/ Pre-Nick) After Jay made it big in West Egg New York, he wrote {girl} telling her where he was and giving her money so she could join him up there. These two had been through a lot together before he left at 16, but he would always write her a letter. Now she lives with him in his mansion at West Egg and helps him with the extravagant parties, and a few of his business deals. She is a mystery, no one really knows about her past, only that she has always been a friend of Jay's. Enter {guy}, he has always lived in New York but in the Valley of Ashes. Recently, he has come into some money with an investment. Though, it isn't much, it is still enough to move himself into a humble home at West Egg. {Guy} comes to one of the parties with a few people he has met from West Egg and meets {girl}. He is instantly intrigue and finds her fascinating. Like Gatsby, there are rumors about her but he doesn't really believe them, which would be the first. The two come to know each other, she inviting him a long to things and her coming over when she feels like it. She really doesn't believe in love, though the {guy} finds himself falling in love with her. Will she change her mind? And what will happen when he discovers about her past and the business she is in?
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Carolyn stood at the top of the stairs. She peered down, over the railing, on the many guest that always came for one of Gatsby's famous parties. Ones that she helped put together. The young lady was a close, personal friend of Jay Gatsby. She knew him even before that was who he was, both of them living on a simple farm and wanting more to life. That was how they were both here, in West Egg New York. Among the drunken and rotten wealthy gossipers. They were both mysteries, her and Gatsby, with so many rumors flying about. But she let them talk, not proving herself to people who didn't matter.
Carolyn slowly descended down the steps and into the crowd of people. The brunette scanned the room, as she grabbed a glass of champaign from one of the waiters walking by. "Thank you," she said, her southern accent not quite fitting the New York scene. Her accent was thick, but not so much as to cover her words. She took a sip as she maneuvered easily around the crowds, smiling and greeting anyone in her sights. A good hostess. A lady with charm and grace, something she made sure to present herself as, as soon as she arrived to New York.
 
((@effietrinket16 I am just posting this now because I might not get to later! Just comment whenever, no rush! And I will comment on yours when you get your set up and choose your idea! Again, no rush!))

So, I have been super busy and just haven't been able to get on! My mom actually has my laptop and I stole my step-mom's laptop for a moments, sense I am at my dad's!
I can really make comments on my phone, only really can send messages sometimes!
But just so you know!
Anyway, I have to get off the laptop now! Maybe post a few sets that are in my drafts!

{Oh, I think I'm breaking down
 
All alone
Even when I was a child
I've always known
There was something to be frightened of
-Breaking Down by Florence + The Machine}
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Me: Isabella Forton {Holland Roden}//Princess
You:{Jake Abel}//Servant
 
((I really don't know how to go about this! So, if you have any ideas, that would be awesome!XD I just threw this together because I have to get off for a while and get ready to go to church with my mom tonight!))
@coydog

{As my stage now
Channeling angels in a new age now
Hot summer days, rock n roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
 
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
-Young And Beautiful by Lana Del Rey}
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{Girl} is an old friend of Jay Gatsby, when he was living with his actual family. (Set before the book/ Pre-Nick) After Jay made it big in West Egg New York, he wrote {girl} telling her where he was and giving her money so she could join him up there. These two had been through a lot together before he left at 16, but he would always write her a letter. Now she lives with him in his mansion at West Egg and helps him with the extravagant parties, and a few of his business deals. She is a mystery, no one really knows about her past, only that she has always been a friend of Jay's. Enter {guy}, he has always lived in New York but in the Valley of Ashes. Recently, he has come into some money with an investment. Though, it isn't much, it is still enough to move himself into a humble home at West Egg. {Guy} comes to one of the parties with a few people he has met from West Egg and meets {girl}. He is instantly intrigue and finds her fascinating. Like Gatsby, there are rumors about her but he doesn't really believe them, which would be the first. The two come to know each other, she inviting him a long to things and her coming over when she feels like it. She really doesn't believe in love, though the {guy} finds himself falling in love with her. Will she change her mind? And what will happen when he discovers about her past and the business she is in?
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Carolyn stood at the top of the stairs. She peered down, over the railing, on the many guest that always came for one of Gatsby's famous parties. Ones that she helped put together. The young lady was a close, personal friend of Jay Gatsby. She knew him even before that was who he was, both of them living on a simple farm and wanting more to life. That was how they were both here, in West Egg New York. Among the drunken and rotten wealthy gossipers. They were both mysteries, her and Gatsby, with so many rumors flying about. But she let them talk, not proving herself to people who didn't matter.
Carolyn slowly descended down the steps and into the crowd of people. The redhead scanned the room, as she grabbed a glass of champaign from one of the waiters walking by. "Thank you," she said, her southern accent not quite fitting the New York scene. Her accent was thick, but not so much as to cover her words. She took a sip as she maneuvered easily around the crowds, giving her greetings to those who spotted her and gave greeting of their own. None of these people would even care to who either her or Jay was if these parties didn't exist, if they didn't do something for them. Greedy, rotten liars.
 
((@katylinfeelsunpretty Ugh! I hate when the lines shift! Sorry this sucks, all of it!DX Oh! And what she is wearing is underneath the picture of her on the top right, not that it really matters anyway!))