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Lillianna Vera del Claire

"The world is a mystery waiting to be discovered~"

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a character in “Thin Walls”, as played by Onica-Louis

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"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others."
~Johnathan Swift


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|| {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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|| Painting || Drawing || Art Work || Dancing || Dancers || Fine Arts || Piano || Instruments || Music || Writing || Poetry || History || Outdoors || Traveling || Science || Reading || Studying || Cool Days || Snow || Exercising || Cooking || Intelligence || Intellectual/Meaningful Conversations || Coffee || Dressing Nice || Flowers || The Color Of The Sun When It Rises And Sets || Starry Nights || Rainy Days || The Way Wood Smells When It Gets Wet || Colors ||




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|| Unfair People || Rude/Mean People || Failing || Unorganized Things || Feeling Alone || Being Told What To Do || Being Bored || Vain People || Television || Addiction To Electronics || People Who Don't Understand Thoughts || Meaningless Conversations || Dull Days || Being In Pain || Not Knowing Things || When People Underestimate Her || Being Looked Down Upon || When People Act Like Something They're Not ||




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~MARK TWAIN

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|| {Caring} || {Creative} || {Artistic} || {Skeptical} || {Humorous} || {Classy} || {Strong} ||
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: one moment it's right before our eyes, then in a blink, puff, all gone. Cliche, I'm aware, but nonetheless it's the truth. Truth happens to be a thing that people do their best to stay way from it seems, the want to mask their eyes from the truth by distraction. People absorb their selves in such bothersome things: phones, computers, drugs, and such. People ask me what my way of escape is, how I travel from the vicious reality I call home. I like to say I don't leave, I allow myself to know the truth. For I find clarity a soothing factor of life. Keeping my head above the clouds or beneath treacherous waves, instead I keep myself on Midgard. In order to do my best work I must always be me, also be completely present in what I'm doing.

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."




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"How does one unwrap the life of Miss. Lillianna Vera del Claire? My life is something that is almost hard to conduct to others. Sometimes when I talk it seems that my words get lost in translation, that they fail to completely transmit. I've traveled a lot- so I have too many tails to tell. I've come into so many intriguing situations throughout my years of living, but what should I tell you about me? That I've recreated famous master pieces and convinced little minded fools they're originals. I don't know what to say. But- here I shall try, try telling you about I. Who I was. Who I am. Who I aspire to be."Image
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Age Ten
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.




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Gaia Marie del Claire || 45 || Mother ||
Writer || Rennee Rodenkirchen
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Anastรกzie del Claire || 39 || Mother ||
Model || Zeta Makripoulia
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Uday del Claire || 35 || Uncle/Biological Father ||
Policeman || Chris Evans



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Lillianna Vera del Claire's Story

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            Date: July 4, 2016

            Time: 7:14 P.M. Doors open at 8:00 P.M.

            Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? Especially the youths of the city. They're still young, they're allowed to have their fun. One might even say it's almost their duty to do so. Y'know, before life takes a hold with sharp talons and soul-sucking grip. They don't have forever to live. They might as well enjoy the time they've got. Genesis Carter, resident of the infamous apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone, seems to embrace this philosophy. At least, that's what one can assume given the massive rager she's arranged to have held for the fourth of July. What better opportunity to throw a great party? She's pulled out all the stops. Arranged entertainment for the event is local singer Malcolm Lewis, another resident of the apartment building. Plenty of people are invited to attend, and everyone in Seattle knows that when word gets out, more people than the ones initially invited manage to find their way into the party. But who cares, right? Everyone's just out to have a good time. Of course, all the residents of the host's apartment building are invited to attend, so shall we see what the night holds for them?

            Location: The old warehouse down in the Station District. It's been a pretty popular location for parties recently.
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Though it was getting late the sun still peeked from behind clouds, hues of fuchsia and cornflower filled almost every last inch of the sky, causing Lillianna to buzz with enthusiasm. She was in the park sitting on a stool, that she had brought from her apartment, along with an aisle, a canvas, and acrylic paint. She was one of those people. The kind that just went to the park and just painted, didn't speak to anyone or anything except their painting.

Even on a night like tonight the park managed to be busy, people hustled down the side walks while others took their time. Ever so often someone would pump into the small blondes aisle, resulting in it to shake. The painting would go one way while her brushed would go another, causing the painting to be "ruined", at least some would see it that way. To Lil art was a fluid life form, something that could never have error, never. She'd simply just smudge the mistakes with her right thumb to make it blend with the rest of the colors.

"What are you painting ma'am?" For the first time in hours she pulled her gaze away from the canvas and turned direction to the small voice she had heard. "Well, I don't actually know," giggling softly she looked back at the painting and cocked her head to one side, "sometimes I just let the brush take control." More than anything the kid seemed confused, but he smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and skipped away. Cute kid.

Breathing in deeply she decided her painting was just and good in all was and was now completely. Good thing I completed it now. Looking down at her watch she noticed the time, she really needed to start getting ready for the party. A part of her wanted to stay contently at the park letting her creative side run free, but another part of her was thrilled to bask away the night with her friends. Being the social butterfly she was she needed interaction with others from time to time, talking the night away sounds pleasing to her. Lillianna wasn't sure how many people she's actually know at the party, but she was aware of the fact everyone from her apartment building should definitely be there.

I really need to shower off some of this paint. Lillianna managed to get paint all over her hands, arms, face, and the white dress she was wearing; there was no way she was going to be wearing that to the party anymore. The thing about her was that she always had to be presentable, and this outfit certainly would not do for a social event. Taking out her cell phone she texted her best friend.

Octavia

I'm not sure if you're occupied or not, but I was hoping we could meet at my apartment to get ready together. I'm slightly covered in paint.

After sending the text she collected her things to leave.

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As soon as she walked into her apartment door she laid her painting flat on wooden table next to her couch and set the aisle against a nearby wall. She then walked into her bedroom and put her paint away in her dresser. Even though Lillianna shared her floor with another being she refused to have the apartment ever look bad. She decorated, she cleaned, but of course she allowed her roommate to put their spin on the style as well. All in all Lillianna did everything she could to make it as homie as possible as well as not make it all about her. If she weren't sharing she's probably have more paintings, sculptures, just make the apartment one big art piece.

After everything was away and tidy she made her away into the bathroom. Stripping out of her clothes she stepped into the shower and began rinsing the paint from her body.

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Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Lillianna Vera del Claire Character Portrait: Parker Hudson Character Portrait: Octavia Castor
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Location: school labsโ†’apartmentโ†’Lillianna's
Outfit: party casual

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Work and school never cared much for holidays or day offs so the morning for Octavia had been busy per usual. She spent most of it down at the labs in school finishing up some research with a couple of her college mates. When she finished there she had a late lunch with her older sister Sophia. They started off making common chit chat, socializing with her sister like she use to do back when they were younger. The whole experience was always a bit weird for Octavia but a good weird because since Sophia built her corporation from the ground up she's always been tightly wound and very busy, not one to smile much. So when she did smile it was a little weird but Octavia felt good knowing that she could make her sister smile and laugh like the good old days.

After her little sisterly love session Octavia headed back to her loft but not without making a quick little stop at the flower shop down the street from her home just to buy a small bouquet of valley lilies for Lillianna. Some would call it sweet for Octavia to do this but in reality it's naturally a part of her. She usually doesn't think about it when she does stuff like this especially if she knows what her friends like. Octavia vividly remembers Lillianna's birthday and if memory serves her right (which it usually does) the Lilies of the valley are her birth flower which should come as a pleasant little surprise for her friend.




When Octavia finally got home she entered to see Matthias over the stove and greeted him along with a smile before peeking over his shoulder, wondering what he was cooking. When he shooed her though she made a quick pouty face before disappearing into her room with flowers in hand. By this time she was feeling a bit tense so after setting the bouquet on her desk Octavia opened a small metal box she kept in her dresser and pulled out a small joint that was already half gone. With a soft click of her bedroom window she slid it open, lit her joint and leaned over against the windowsill gazing at the passing cars. She inhaled a few puffs and after a couple of minutes her body began to relax, it was a nice feeling. Finishing what was left of her small joint Octavia flicked the almost nonexistent bud out the window and decided to take a quick shower.

While walking back to her room from the bathroom with only a white towel around her Octavia heard Matthias call out to her followed by Parker which only made her stop in her tracks for a brief second as she let her hair down from the bun she put it in before her shower. Between work and school Octavia had utterly forgot about the party all together so she had to think for a minute when Matthias mentioned the party. "Uh, yeah I'll see you guy's there!" she called back, continuing to her room and closing the door behind her only to open it a second later and adding in a "Drive safe!" before closing it again.

There was a moment where a slight breeze came in through Octavia's window and she couldn't help but to be pulled in by the smell of fresh air and plant life. She took another brief moment like earlier and leaned against her windowsill once more, gazing at the sky above, the sunset painting all kinds of colors across it's vast openness. It was like everything went silent for a good two minutes before she was pulled back into reality by her phone which vibrated rather loudly on her bed. Upon opening it and reading the text she got from Lillianna Octavia only smiled softly and wrote back.


To: Lilly Bug
Don't worry I'm not I just got briefly distracted by the sunset.
Funny, I just got out the shower. I'll be over in ten.


signed off with a smiley face Octavia pressed send and that was that. She quickly went back to getting dressed in her outfit for the party which was really simple. She just threw on some skinny jeans with a slightly lose v-neck and a comfortable kimono cardigan and she was all ready. Of course she put on some accessories but it was nothing flashing or big just a necklace and a bracelet was all. Once she was all good and light makeup was applied Octavia picked up the bouquet of valley lilies from her desk along with her keys and phone and left her apartment, heading to Lillianna's. Always being the one to knock before entering Tavia gave a few soft knocks on Lilly's door before heading in. The first thing she noticed upon entering was the sound of the shower going so she figured that she already headed in.

"Hey Lilly, I'm here." she called out grabbing a small flower vase that was unoccupied at the moment. Already knowing where Lillianna kept most of her things at and what not Octavia filled the vase half way with water and gently set the flowers into it. "I kind of got ready without out you but I didn't think it would have been a good idea to wander the halls in my underwear while coming over here to get dressed." she added, smirking to herself as she walked over to Lillianna's room, setting the vase down on her little desk.

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Macy Vandover Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington
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Date: July 5, 2016

Time: 9:39 A.M.

Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? The question was asked. And answered. Well, to some extent. No one from the apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone doesn't, that's for sure.

The initial performance by local singer Malcolm Lewis really set the ambiance for the rest of the night, which was pretty spectacular. Host Genesis Carter truly brought her A-game, with a phenomenal food and drink selection, and one of the best DJs in the city. Few frowns were seen throughout the night, as people enjoyed the good vibes within the warehouse, simply dancing and letting loose. But now it's time a second question.

Who actually cares for the day after a party? It sucks in more than one way. For instance, for those who drank much more than they could handle, the morning is accompanied by a pounding migraine. Others may have made some questionable choices whilst under the influence. Some drank responsibly enough, but it's still never fun to wake up after a night of great fun and have to return to a mundane life of normalcy. Just how are the residents of the apartment building getting on?

Location: The apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone as well as affiliated locations.

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