~Johnathan Swift
Dialogue Color || #6495ED - Thought Color || #659EC7
|| {Name} ||
Lillianna Vera del Claire
|| {Nicknames} ||
|| Lil (Often) || Lilly (Often) || Claire (Often) || Ver (Rare) || del Vinci (Close Friends/Mockery) ||
|| {Age} ||
Twenty-Four || 24
|| {Gender} ||
Female
|| {Birth Date} ||
May 16
|| {Sexuality} ||
Asexual || Aromantic Border Line Sapioromantic
|| {Ethnicity} ||
|| English 40% || Czech 30% || Irish 20% || Greek 10% ||
|| {Aspiration} ||
"I believe everyone must have certain goals in life, it's needed for a form of structure. Without goals people have nothing to look forward to, nothing. I like all have goals in life that I wish to completely before a perish into the unknown. Goals that just barely out of reach at all times, but I'm determined to grab onto them, hold them tightly. I want to spread my view of the world to all, and I'm hoping to convey that through my paintings. People don't see the world the way they should in my opinion, and I have a lust to show them what they should be seeing on their own. It's my job, as a fellow human and artist, to teach people what they should know."
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"Get your facts first, then you
can distort them as you please."
~MARK TWAIN
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Lil is a very nice girl, very lovable and very kind, but at times can become very reserved. She tends to keep to herself, but if she happens to leave her home or someone comes over she's extremely nice and warm to them. She likes other people, but her work is her life. If someone were to look within her apartment they'd find paintings hanging from the walls, laying on tables, sitting on isles, etc. She's all about art, making life from the strokes of her hand. Creativity is something she thrives to convey. Art to her isn't just a hobby, it's simply her life. Paint is her blood, brushes are her fingers, and the aftermath is her soul. del Vinci lives to make the world a work of art.
Lillianna has a problem completely trusting people, maybe because she can see who the really are just by looking at them, therefore she only talks to certain people. She pulls back from a lot of people if she feels like they have some form of wicked side, due to the last time she tried to trust someone she got hurt. Because she is a painter she tends to watch people very carefully, trying to see how the react to certain situations, which gives her leeway to tell if someone's being dishonest or not.
Even though she's a little reserved she loves to laugh and joke around. She enjoys laughing so much, and playing games is hilarious to her. Lil has the type of smile that can light up a room within seconds. Being alone so much when she does laugh and spend time with others it feels good and warming to her, she knows she should get out more, but art work owns her.
Class is a word that definitely describes her. She would never leave her home in something that did not flatter her, not to tight, but not to lose, and differently lacking dirt. She loves to look good; Lillianna would die before letting someone see her not presentable. Having a keen eye for colors and design she's good at mixing and matching clothes.
When someone sees Lillianna they can tell she's strong by the way she dresses and carries herself. Even though she can be the sweetest girl anyone ever met, it can be a little surprising that she suffers from bipolar disorder. She takes medicine to control it, but she still has it, which sometimes makes her unable to pick right from wrong on rare occasions. Her bipolar disorder to her is a tad weakness, she hates the thought of having this weakness, but she does, but knows how to deal with it which in itself is a strength. It should also be noted that she's not the one to openly show her weaknesses, she's a very stubborn girl, so stubborn to the point she'd refuse to ask for help even if she really needed it. Being and acting strong is mandatory in her eyes, holding herself high is a must at all times.
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Life is such a fickle thing: fierce and meek. It's not something you can just put into a box, life isn't something that's easily described. The world itself isn't something that can easily be put into worlds. The cornflower home we have hasn't even been completely discovered yet. There's so much information in the world that's missing, so much unknown, so much. So what do I do to escape my world? I must say once again I do not escape it, but, in fact, I capture the world I have come to discover. My brush channels ideas and grants them safe passage onto my canvas. My canvas guides noble paint on a journey to self-actualization. Self-actualization is then framed and nailed onto walls.
How do I escape? Escape is for the weak, what I do is face the facts and show others the truth I have come to know. The thing about people is that most contain a low capacity of curious these days. Instead of hunting for the world they want it given to them. People no longer lust for knowing. Human desire is a fleeting entity, dying by a society that has made itself crippled.
How do I escape?
By painting the a world that people are captivated to get to know."
"Keep love in your heart. A life
without it is like a sunless garden
when the flowers are dead."
~Oscar Wilde
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She sat in a sun room, a slight breeze carrying strands of her hair into her face as she sat on the bench. The tickling of the hair made the small Lillianna sneeze, "Bless you," her mother said with shut eyes as she sat somberly. "Mama, I'm tired of playing, I've been here for ages." Though she was complaining, little miss Lillianna kept playing the piece of music that was sat in front of her. She was ignorant to the title of the piece, all she knew was that she had been playing the same song for two hours straight and she was ready to do something else, such as reading. "My sweet," her mother chirped in a cooing tone, "beautiful women know how to play the piano, don't you want to be beautiful?" In response the little girl sat up straighter, and played the rest of the day away.
Age Sixteen
Rushing back and forth she was packing as quickly. and neatly, as she could. Stuffing as much into one suitcase as she could she then moved on to the next. A trip to Greece..." Lillianna's family always took trips, sometimes it seemed like they rarely stayed at home before packing up and going somewhere. This was a privilege and she was very well aware of it. Her mothers did it to better her, they wanted her to be well rounded, so they took her on frequent trips in order for her to have a better understanding of the world. This was her first trip to Greece, she would be meeting Anastรกzie's parents. Nora, her mother, was Greek, and Todd, her father, was a European mixed man. Lillianna, though still a tad bit distant from people around her at times, was very thrilled to get to meet her grandparents. She was a loving person, and very much so loved her family, all her family.
Age Seventeen
"That looks very lovely?" He had asked about his piece. Instead of responding Lillianna just nodded her head. On that cool evening she had been with her Uncle Uday, who also happened to be her biological father. Gaia and Anastรกzie wanted their daughter to be related to the both of them; Uday gladly helped this happen. Lillianna and her uncle were very close, once or twice a week the two would meet up for bonding time. Usually it consisted of them painting together, but sometimes they did other things. She had always found it humorous of how bad of a painter her father was even though he did it so often. He could never get his colors right, his technique was always horrid, but all-in-all his finished piece was still art. "Maybe one of these days you'll actually learn what colors go together." Both laughing, between choked words he responded, "We've been at this for at least six years now, kid, if I don't have it down by now I probably never will."
Age Eighteen
Starting at all the acceptance letters before her she sighed: Yale, Stanford, and University of California sat before her. What would she choose? What was the best pick for her?She just kept looking over all three of them, confusion was the only thing that was residing inside her. Ruffling her hair around, she fondled it, thinking. What would she do? She knew her future set in front of her, and here she was so unclear of what to do. Lillianna wasn't one to have an unsettled mind, confusion was a stranger to her. It wasn't a thing she ever met often. She purposely always had everything figured out, every step she took in life she normally had planned out. Yet, now she was stunned, she almost felt naive that she didn't think that the three schools would approve of her. Which one should I pick? She soon decided her indecisiveness had to be the most childish thing she had ever done. A soft word fell from her mouth,"Yale."
Age Twenty
For a few years she attended school without problems. She took her mandatory classes as well as her chosen electives, but as time droned on she became bored. She wasn't loving college, in honesty she felt like it was taken away from her time to be creativity. Do papers took away from her time to paint, and frankly that wasn't something she could deal with, she soon decided she couldn't live her life like this, in a dorm doing papers for classes she didn't much care for. Her decision was made, once she finished her second year of college she dropped out.
Age Twenty-Three
Moving to Seattle happened to be an extremely easy choice for Lillianna, everything about the city she found alluring. Here she set her mind to start selling her paintings, she even began to think about becoming an established artist.
Gaia Marie del Claire || 45 || Mother ||
Writer || Rennee Rodenkirchen
Anastรกzie del Claire || 39 || Mother ||
Model || Zeta Makripoulia
Uday del Claire || 35 || Uncle/Biological Father ||
Policeman || Chris Evans