* TURMAN , babylon adele.

it's not too late, it's never too late.

THE CURTAINS CLOSED
· · all about you

name/alias: snuffy
age: haven't i
time zone: done this
other characters: ash, cy, dally
contact: enough? (:

EVERYBODY STOP AND STARE
· · basics

full name: babylon adele turman
nicknames: babe [x2], babes [x2], baby [x2], bat, batty
age/birthday: twenty two [december twenty]
company/position/band: stylist [broken mirrors]
mugshot: hanna beth merjos

ALL WE NEED IS TO BELIEVE
· · persona

personality:
`optimistic - babylon looks on the bright side of things. every day is a chance for good, no matter how hard it may seem.
`sociable - although she isn't a chatterbox, she loves pending time with people. she doesn't have to always be talking to have a good time.
`trustworthy - she can be entrusted with any secret. however, when it comes to trusting others, it can take a while.
`forgiving- she is a strong believer in second chances. first hand experience has showed her how important they are.
`mellow - temper has never really been a problem for her. she's often slow to become anger, finding it's a waste of time and energy.
`withdrawn - she isn't very keen to talk about her past. as a result, she'll often close off if the topic of discussions comes anywhere near that.
`flirtatious - babylon likes to tease, mostly when styling hair. maybe it's the hairspray and perfume scents, but oh well.
`curious - she loves exploring and trying new things. ask her to go to a new club or try some strange food, and she'll most likely do it.
`easygoing - although she isn't very afraid of voicing her opinion, she'll usually go along with the crowd. if it's within her comfort zone, that is.
`independent - babylon is able to care for herself. she isn't too proud to accept help, but she enjoys doing things for herself.
likes:
hairspray
her ipod
choice
second chances
dreaming
strawberries
toe socks
skeleanimals
make-up
meeting new people
slurpees
dislikes:
being judged
rap
spinach
bad hygeine
politics
fakes
stress
golf
grammar mistakes
sushi
fears:
getting back into her old habits
losing her job
failure
getting caught up into the rivalry
being taken advantage of
strengths:
giving second chances
styling/make-up
trustworthy
optimism
being sociable
weaknesses:
not extremely ambitious
too afraid of her past
takes a long time for her to trust
sometimes withdraws for a long time
can't always keep all her thoughts in line
ambitions:
make her name well known through styling
fully get over her past
fall in love ?!
secrets:
she really wants her parents' approval
she would have nothing else without her job
she still is really struggling

BITTER SWEET MEMORIES
· · the story

parents: travis turman [father, 50, science professor at roosevelt university]
brea smith-turman [mother, 46, history professor at roosevelt university]
siblings: sai turman [sister, 16, student]
other family:
hometown: forks, washington
current residence: boston, ma
history: Travis Sorum and Brea Smith met while attending college. He was a senior, a model student with very good grades. She was a freshman, a bit on the wild side but still willing to learn. Travis, as a school 'veteran', was assigned the task of showing a group of freshmen around campus. Brea, one of those included in his group, spent a good deal of that time flirting, much to his embarassment. That wouldn't be the last he saw of her. She continued to pursue him, until he finally asked her out; it seemed the only way he would be rid of her. However, while out to dinner, Travis saw a new side of her. Brea was truly interesting and different thatn he would have ever thought. A month later and they were in a true relationship.

The two were still dating when Travis graduated. It seemed like a giant roadbump had suddenly loomed up in front of them. Where were they supposed to go now? They decided to try and continue their relationship. Much to their surprise, it worked out better than they ever expected. Brea's graduation came and went and they were still going strong. The idea of marriage both entered their minds. Finally, a few months after her graduation, Travis proposed. And Brea accepted. The pair were married in January the following year. Both ended up teaching in Chicago, their hometown. Gradually they began working their way up the chain. Travis was the first to get a job at Roosevelt; Brea's chance came a few years later.

Babylon Adele Turman was no different than any other baby: cried, giggled, cooed. As all parents, Brea and Travis thought she was the most beautiful thing they could imagine. Then again, they were biased. Just a little bit. Babylon wasn't a very troublesome child. She got along well with other children, and was quite indpendent. Concepts were grasped quickly and, although she wasn't the best, she did pretty well in her classes. No, she wasn't perfect. But her parents continued to love her all the same.

Babylon was four years old when Sai Turman was born. The older girl's initial reaction was thrill. How exciting it would be to have a younger sibling. The first two or three years went by as normal. Then, Travis and Brea began paying more attention, although unintentionally, to the new family member. For some reason, she was taking it much harder than she really should. The years progressed and soon Sai was outshining Babylon in academics, something both parents prided in their children. Babylon felt like she was being pushed more and more away, whether she actually was or not. She felt like nothing she did was good enough, nothing she did was right.

It was a few months after her fifteenth birthday that things really turned south. Although she wasn't one of the most popular girls in school, she was liked well enough to be invited to parties. One of these happened to have alcohol. At first Babylon was apprehensive; she weighed the pros and cons, and the cons certainly seemed worse. With a bit of prodding from her friends she ended up having a drink. And another. And another. Before long she was feeling a little tipsy, a little dizzy, yet still somehow managing to feel prideful. She'd done it. No matter what her parents would think, she'd done it. And nothing they could say or do would change that.

More and more parties came and went, including more binge drinking. Then her sophomore year came. It seemed like those parties were even more wild than those of her freshman year. In Feburary of her second year of high school was Babylon's first encounter with drugs. Just like her first time with alcohol, she was nervous at first. Maybe she shouldn't. Then, as before, her friends convinced her to try some. And then at the next party again. It didn't seem like it took much to get her addicted. She continued to go out late and come home past curfew. Brea and Travis didn't say much, until the drugs entered the picture. Then it seemed that some bottled up fury burst out and Babylon was the target.

They scolded her, telling her that she should be more like Sai. That made Babylon more furious than anything else they could have said. Sai, the perfect little child with the perfect little grades. Babylon was pretty sure that it was safe to say that she hated her little sister. She continued to go to parties, ignoring what her parents said. Regardless, she still felt slightly depressed. And that depression only got worse. Soon she was even cutting not her forearms, but her upper legs. One night she came home, high off whatever drug she had taken; it wasn't like she could remember anyway. She stumbled up to the bathroom, grabbing her razor. Her mother came in a while later, finding her daughter unconscious and bleeding.

As disappointed in their daughter as they were, Brea and Travis had no intention of letting her go. Babylon was taken to the hospital, and they managed to save her. It seemed like this was the wake-up call that she needed. She needed help. Babylon began going through depression, alcohol, and drug therapy. She was eighteen. The process, she expected, wouldn't be easy. But it was still much harder than she could have ever imagined. She stopped hanging out with her 'friends', knowing that that might help. Styling and make-up seemed to help keep her attention elsewhere, so she started putting more focus onto that. Babylon was twenty when she got her job at Broken Mirrors. It gave her that last push to really change, to give her hope. She could turn things around.

ON THE EDGE OF THE SKY
· · extra

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