Description

Audition for Main Female Character

Name: Adelaide Donnerson
Age: Freshly turned 18
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 118lbs
Eyes: Faded greenish gray
Hair: Black shoulder length waves, with bangs swooping to the left

Appearance: Adorning her upper body, faded and worn, is a simple blue and white striped tank top, a long sleeved sweater the color of the richest forest green covering on top. Hugging her slender legs is a pair of slim navy blue jeans, a black belt keeping them up. On petite feet are simple black mid-calf length boots. Covering her ears are large, white (Beats like) headphones, blasting with music wherever she goes.


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Personality

Personality: Adelaide the typical people-person, molds, shapes, and forms herself to fit with any group of individuals, no matter how outrageously far-fetched and different. Quick witted, and brilliant, she enjoys making others laugh, enjoys the sound of laughter and evident joy. Though when upset, Adelaide finds comfort not in the people she loves so much, but the silence; the quiet. She prefers being alone to collect her thoughts, to think and rethink situations over, before acting; she never rushes into anything even if the choice is painfully obvious. She is a protector, the first to jump into an argument if a friend needs defending.

Likes: Having the body of a swimmer, Adelaide does just that; swims. Captain of the swim team, she enjoys the push and pull of water, breathes in the thick odor of chlorine, gladly taking the role as leader. A born reader, Adelaide, when wishing for silence, can be found in a nook or corner, nose buried deep in a romance, horror, or adventure book. She also likes to talk, in all truthfulness; Adelaide is quite the shoulder to lean on. An open book herself, she loves when others trust her enough to tell her things; not just secrets but anything, even as simple as about their day.
She likes to be liked, enjoys the knowledge of knowing she’s a friend to lean on.

Dislikes: Rude people were never attractive in the eyes of Adelaide. An observer, she always catches herself frowning at those that look down upon others; teasing, taunting, humiliating, or physically hurting others for fun.
Nor is she a fan of liars. “The world would be a lot better if all liars just. Left.”

Strengths:
Adelaide is a fighter, never one to back down; she’ll fight until YOUR last breath; until YOU break and long after that.
She’s a learner, easy to catch onto things and personalities
She is very manipulative

Weaknesses:
Tender hearted
Sympathy for anyone and everyone unless otherwise

Equipment

Weapons: Adelaide carries with her, tucked neatly in her right and left boots, simple pocket knives; both handles deep forest green.

History

History: Raised with nine others, Adelaide was what most called a ‘Home Hopper’. Being an orphan all her life, Adelaide has no clue what she is, or isn’t. She always seemed to be the youngest out of all twelve homes she had been in; always seemed to be the one that was touched the most.
It started when she was three. Each home she went to, the men or boys would creep into her room; force themselves into her bed and her tiny body. “This is normal Honey” they would lie. “It happens all the time, you like it. You know you do.” And for some time she thought she did; they were older, they weren’t lying. But they were liars. She finally, at age fourteen, realized that she didn’t have to stand for it. Months after coming to that conclusion, was the first time she ever ended another humans life.


She could hear his steps. Two floors above, she could still hear his movements and breathing. Slow and purposeful, he maneuvered his way down the hall, down rickety stairs, pausing every once in a while to listen to the silent night, before making his way into her tiny cranny of the house; the basement. This night she wasn’t sleeping. No. This night, she was waiting; waiting for him.
Perfectly motionless on her left, nose brushing against the cool concrete wall, breathing even and lulled, Adelaide made no movements when he creaked her bedroom door open, made no sound when he allowed the warmth of the house to finally scuffle frantically around her chilled room as though it were lost, when he allowed the high temperature to devour the low one; blanketing her in unfamiliar heat Adelaide kept still.
For a split second, she relaxed with a low sigh of welcome, goose pumps slowly fading off her pale skin as she basked in the heat.
”So… warm…” Then he moved and she remembered where she was.

Door shut behind him, he moved closer to her single, old twin bed. Dry, rough hands moved slowly along her right side, kneading and pressing where it was not welcome. “Adelaide my lemonade…” he cooed as he settled to a sit on the edge of the bed. How she hated that nickname, how she wanted to ball that nickname up and shove it far down his throat and ring his thick neck until he was cold with death. But she said and did nothing. ‘Wait...’ she told herself, eyes closed. “Adelaide my lemonade let me see your pretty face.” Without waiting, he rolled her onto her back, cracked lips curved up in a smile when she finally opened her ‘sleep clouded’ eyes up to meet his. “There we go. So beautiful…” he murmured, running his index slowly along her right jaw.

He stunk. He always stunk. Like pain and hate and blood.

Anger boiled deep within Adelaide, but she merely lifted her left fist to her eye, rubbing innocently. “You are my lemonade, Adelaide. Freshly… squeezed, you cool my thirst. You know that don’t you?” Same line different night. Adelaide stared, nostrils flaring. She stared so hard, she could actually count the amount of honey shaded specks in his green eyes. “You leave me refreshed and wanting more. So sweet…” His words drifted as he slowly pulled her pajama pants down and off; followed by her old purple colored panties. “Fresh…” he whispered, tongue running hungrily over his lips as his hands moved to part her legs.

She allowed it. All of it, she let him. She didn’t move when he moved to press a sloppy kiss to her pursed lips, she didn’t flinch when he shoved his ring and middle finger eagerly inside her, nor did she didn’t cry out when his fingers became rough careless; causing her to bleed. She allowed all of it, merely waiting. ‘Wait…’

He was on top of her soon after, boxers crumpled up on the floor. He entered her with no second guess, forcing himself deep inside her young form, pushing and thrusting. “Cool my thir-“he hiccupped, his breath coming out in short puffs beside her right ear as he continued to violate her. “Tell me you love me Adelaide. Tell me.”
She could feel the cool, rusted metal bite into her palm from clutching it so hard. “Liar.”

He paid no mind, too focused on getting what he wanted. “I love you Adelaide, I love you so mu-much.”

“Liar.” With each breath, she got louder.

“Ade- oh godddd” he drove deeper each time, face buried in the crook of her neck, and moaned her name repeatedly. Her movements were quick, faster than she expected, considering how fast her heart was hammering in her chest and how her body quivered with fortitude. “LIAR!” Lifting the cutter up, fourteen and determined, Adelaide stabbed deep into the side of his neck, quickly pulling back before sending it into his gushing neck. She pulled back the cutter once more; repeating the process. Eyes wide and hysterical, she locked her legs around his waist, keeping him from retreating as she continued her attack, not giving him time to push away from her. “LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!” She stabbed with each shriek, her right hand latched into his hair, tugging his head back before gliding the rusting box cutter along his jugular.

He only had time to blink and jerk, hands tangled in the dirtied old sheets. Looking down at the blood stained girl in surprise, he choked on more of his blood as she eagerly met his gaze and slid the cutter across his throat.

“RAPIST!” Breathing shaky, Adelaide, with effort, pushed his body off hers and off the bed. She jerked to a sit, swallowing her vomit as she wobbled to a stand. Not bothering to glance at the dead male, she moved to her old dresser, and taking her bloodied shirt off, she pulled on a clean pair of underwear, slipped into her favorite faded jeans and hoody, before moving to the other side of the room and tying on her sneakers.

“Adelaide? Neal… where are you?”

She blinked at her name, head jerking to the door for the first time since he had entered. Grabbing her already packed bag, she rushed over his body and back to her bed before reaching steady bloodied hands up to unlatch the rust coated window. “Ade-“ the door swung open, and a scream followed, but Adelaide was already half way to the sidewalk, her box cutter tucked in her hoody pocket as she ran; never looking back.


“Yeah… Liars just don’t sit well with me. Heh.”