Post by Gillian Morrissey on Jul 10, 2013 19:43:25 GMT -5
Impression
"im•pres•sion [im-presh-uhn]
noun
a strong effect produced on the intellect, feelings, conscience, etc.
the first and immediate effect of an experience or perception upon the mind; sensation.
the effect produced by an agency or influence.
a notion, remembrance, belief, etc., often of a vague or indistinct nature: He had a general impression of lights, voices, and the clinking of silver.
a mark, indentation, figure, etc., produced by pressure."
Basic Info
Full Name: Gillian Leigh Morrissey
Age: 17 Years Old, Born January 2, 1995
Gender: Female
Grade: 11
Sports/Clubs:
Volleyball: Gillian started playing volleyball in the 7th grade, looking for an easy way to make friends in middle school. Natural talent and a love for the sport kept her around, and now she proudly plays as a right forward on the Varsity team as Somerset.
Photography/Film: Most young girls strive to be models. Gillian strives to be the girl behind the camera. Film is not her forte, however.
Appearance:
Gillian’s hair is long and naturally wavy. She would be lying, however, if she didn’t say that they were enhanced by sea salt spray, aka God’s gift to women’s hair products. It’s also died red 99% of the time—The box kind, from wal*mart kind. Cheap is Good. Her eyebrows might suggest that her hair is naturally very dark. This is not the case. Gillian’s natural hair is mousey brow, which may just be the ugliest shade of brown to grace anyone’s head, in her opinion. Crystal blue eyes occupy the holes in her face. Their color is almost ridiculous, actually. (Like, you'd swear she was wearing contacts or something because wow.) Gillian has naturally full lips, and curses her nose, which is just a degree away from cute button-y perfection. Gillian stands at an average 5 foot 5 and weighs in at 120 LBS. Her face is freckle and beauty-mark free, as is the rest of her body. If it is one thing Gillian hates, it is painting her nails. Natural is the way to go, for her, and that applies to her face, as well. Mascara and chap-stick are the only two enhancers in her bag. Sleep and face wash is all Gillian uses to maintain flawless skin.
Personality:
Quiet: Gillian tends to only speak when it’s appropriate. Not because of that motto, if you don’t have anything nice, don’t say it at all, but because she just doesn’t see the point in wasting the energy. Why talk if no one is listening? This can be frustrating for other people, because it is not always easy to tell what Gillian is thinking or feeling. This is because no matter what Gillian is feeling, she always has this almost unnoticeably small smile. One thing Gillian never likes to do is worry someone or cause them to feel the same grief as her, so she smiles in attempt to make those around her feel at ease.
Fun-Loving: Gillian likes to have fun and feel free of responsibility. Even small things like walking around bare-foot and swinging raise her spirits. This is not to say, however that Gillian wouldn’t take on a big adventure. She is really up for most things, except clubbing. Too many bad experiences at parties and clubs scarred Gillian’s past, so she really tries to stay away from that kind of scene now-a-days.
Easy Going: Not too many things stress Gillian out or cause her to worry. She just doesn’t care enough about anything to worry about them. Even losing a volleyball game doesn’t shake her too much. Gillian learned quickly to not allow the past to hinder your future, so things roll of her shoulders pretty easily. There is not much you could do to Gillian that would cause her grief, but she can definitely hold a grudge.
Background
Gillian’s freshman year was not the way she planned to start High School. She tried so hard to fit in with the older and cooler crowds, and she didn’t really care what she had to do to be seen with them. Growing up without a dad, and a mom who wasn’t really around, didn’t help her judgment of what was right and what was wrong either. It all started out with a couple of upper-classmen and a nude photo that was sent around. After that, Gillian was getting invited to parties and out to clubs on the weekends by cliques of juniors and seniors all over the school. Things were going really well in Gillian’s mind. She’d get fed alcohol at parties, until she’d let the older boys touch her and grab her. After the weekend, people would talk about her and call her names, but she didn’t care because for 7 hours a day, she got to be seen with the 17 and 18 year olds that the other freshmen looked up to. Gillian was in.
Her sophomore year was when it all really sunk in. Her cool, older friends had all graduated and gone to college. None of the guys she had slept with last year that were left wanted to hang out with her anymore. She now had no friends, and was constantly tormented by the girls in her grade. The boys in her grade, however, were really nice to her—Until she would refuse to sleep with them or send them nude pictures. Sophomore year was a nightmare. Gillian was desperate to feel included again, and her wish was granted during spring break when a boy who had graduated last year contacted her, inviting her to a party at his frat house. This was Gillian’s chance, wasn’t it? The night was going amazing, just like old times. She was getting positive attention for the first time in 6 months, and she was convincing herself that this would solve the depression that she was slipping into. There was one boy at the party who was playing eyes with her the whole night. When they finally got to talking, she couldn’t believe how nice he was. He didn’t treat her like a child or an object, and he seemed to care about her feelings. So when he invited her to his bedroom, she said yes. This was of course what Gillian truly thought how you show your affection and appreciation for someone—no one had shown her any different. She didn’t want to have sex with him that night, but she thought that it would be ok to do other things. This was not what that other boy had in mind, though.
I can’t move Gillian thought. What’s going on? Everything was hazy. She could not keep her eyes open or keep a thought. Her body wasn’t responding and she couldn’t feel anything. It was not until much later that Gillian came-to. It was quiet. No music, no voices. She was alone and her dress was pulled up to her chest. She was drugged and raped that night, and nobody was around to tell. She couldn’t call her mom. She couldn’t tell anyone—they would all hate her.
Between this tormenting realization and the last few months of school, Gillian didn’t believe she could go on. On June 3rd, 2012, Gillian attempted suicide by overdosing on her depression medication. Thankfully, her younger brother walked in mid-seizure and was able to call an ambulance. After Gillian was released from the hospital, her mom sent her to a mental hospital straight away for treatment. It was clear Gillian could not go back to the school she had attended for her first two years of High School, and even more clear that Gillian was too much for her mom to handle, so she sent her to what was presented as the best Boarding School in New York—Somerset.
Other: (Optional)
Gillian Likes to make friends
Gillian does not like her name. She thinks she sounds like a sailor or something. And She hates fishing so.
Gillian’s favorite color is pale green
Gillian takes depression medication
Gillian likes peanuts
Gillian bought a Pomeranian to keep her busy and happy while she is at Somerset. His name is Duhamel (Doo-MEL), after Josh Duhamel. He is very cute and very small.
Gillian Likes to make friends
Gillian does not like her name. She thinks she sounds like a sailor or something. And She hates fishing so.
Gillian’s favorite color is pale green
Gillian takes depression medication
Gillian likes peanuts
Gillian bought a Pomeranian to keep her busy and happy while she is at Somerset. His name is Duhamel (Doo-MEL), after Josh Duhamel. He is very cute and very small.
