NICKNAMES: Rory, Vici, Tori.
GENDER: Female.
ANIMAL: Light Brown and white Husky.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
AGE: 17
GRADE: Junior.
SCHEDULE: TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
Well were should I start? Hmm.. I guess I'll start off simple, I love to live and by that I don't just mean live in general I mean
actually living. You only have one life (unless you a cat) and so you better make it good. Go sky diving or ride a bull (check, check) or something. You have to appreciate everything because you don't know what you have till it's gone.
Nature is another big thing for me. I absolutely love the
fresh smell of rain or
the wild and sickly sweet smell of summer. Well I like that summer sickly sweet feeling that most people don't. Sorry. Right after it rains, as the sun goes down it sparkles and feels cool and moist but at the same time warm and comforting. Just perfect if I do say so myself. Especially perfect for running. I love
running. I can go for just about forever it seems, apparently my mother's natural stamina has rubbed off. I can't go
long distance or sprints either one. You could say I'm crazy for liking to run seven or eight miles a day when most can't imagine one, but hey thats me.
I hate it when
people judge other people by their abilities. I have to say, even though am disappointed in myself, I have judged people this way. Even myself at times. It hurts others in such a bad way. It makes them
depressed and
pained, I hate that. I hate the
people who can't just leave others alone, the ones who just won't shut-up. Those
people who can't keep secrets or try their best to tell the whole world about something they themselves weren't even supposed know in the first place. I can't stand those people. I don't even like to read about it or a watch a movie like that. It ruins my day when I see that or
people who are so obsessed with the modern technology that they can't see the true beauty in things. Like the smell of flowers or the taste of rain. I love the taste of rain. It feels so pure and refreshing. I don't like the
storms, just the light drizzle that would send people into the house.
I come out.
Camera ready and eyes open wide.
TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Shesh? You really want to know
that much about me? Am I seriously that interesting? I doubt it but whatever. Lets start over I guess. My name is Victory Rush Tuscos, or more often than not, just plain Rory. It's kind of a boy's name, yes, but my parents picked it out before I was born and knew I was a girl. It describes me almost perfectly too. I can be
overbearing and
a little too proud at times since I really cannot stand losing to someone I don't like. I like feeling
superior to others and being the best of the best.
Victory, oh yes please. I love to feel
powerful. I sound pretty
arrogant, I know and
I don't really give a damn what you think of me, but rather the people I actually like. I'm not here for you entertainment. This comes to my rather
sarcastic side. Sarcasm has ran in my family for only God knows how long. After all, nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm! My sarcasm has bonded with a
tougher part of me in a way. Father is a very rich man. I don't care about his money though; It makes him a total jerk. My parents divorced when I was fifteen and less than a month after my Father won the right to keep me with him; My mother killed herself. I was a
nervous and crazy wreak. I then became an
adrenaline fanatic. If I could get high off the adrenaline rush I would do it. No no no, not drugs or anything, just crazy stuff. I rode a bull for eight seconds, I sky dived, I jumped off a cliff, and so many other things before I realized I like to
push stuff off. Not deal with what has been set on my plate. I'm like a little kid stuck with brussel sprouts and adrenaline is the old fat dog under the table waiting to eat them.
I have delt with pain in the past and I can deal with pain now. Sorta.
My flaws make me up. Although I can been
sweet and really
shy when I first meet someone new. This "moving to a new place and staying in it for more than a couple weeks" thing is going to be new. Normally we would move alot. It made me
friendly though. You have to be if you don't want to get blow to bits and pieces in another country. I became
responsible because I had to take care of my step-brother. He's seven and I hate him. He hates me; I hate him. Whatever. Conflicting personalities I guess... And maybe because I can shape shift and he can't? Probably a big issue, oh yes. I can be
helpful and my
craftiness makes me a big help if you want to get something done. But I will not be used and then thrown away like some used tissue. Never. I would never do that to my friends. To my friends I am
caring,
compassionate, and
upfront. I'm sure you've heard "You mess with my friends you mess with me"? Well I can take to a whole new level and I am not afraid to. Are you?
THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.
I have three secrets. The first is more than embarrassing. It was when me and my fairly dis-functional family were in what is now know as Turkiye. It was such a stupid thing for me, what happened. I had shot a gun multiple times before, not actually hunting, but just practicing my shooting skills. I refused to kill another living creature since I was a shifter myself. It wouldn't shoot right and so I was adjusting it when my finger slipped. I was careless. Stupidly careless. It hurt. It hurt alot. Someone said, "A paper cut is the worst pain." Who ever said that needs to be shot in the foot. I doubt they would dare to repeat that again. Yes I shot myself in the foot. It was so stupid and so embarrassing that other than my family and the workers no one else knows.
The second is fairly stupid. I've been across the planet. I've done lots of crazy things and never once have I been scared of any of them. Storms, though, are something totally different. I am absolutely terrified of large storms. I've gotten a bit better with them. Just blast up some music and it blocks it out, but I really just can't stand them. I don't know why. Maybe it's just the dog in me. Telling me to run. Run far far far away from the thunder and the lighting.
The third I've kept from everyone. Everywhere I've been has been great. Traveling has been amazing. The food has been amazing. The people have been amazing. Everything, you guessed it, has been amazing! But I hate it. I hate all of it. I want to stick in one spot for once. Make actual friends and relationships. I want to meet a guy that I like, a best friend, have an actual home. Somewhere where I can stick in one spot. It sounds great to me and apparently my step-mother felt the same because otherwise we wouldn't still be here. If my father ever finds out I feel this way... I have a feeling that the little father-daughter relationship we have left will tumble to pieces. I still blame him anyways. He made my mom kill herself.
