User:Rentarou Kou/Workbox

Ryanne Kavanagh
Age:

Parents: Eros and Naomi Connelly

Personality:

History:

Parents

Naomi Connelly was trained by her father, a full general in the British Army, since she was still a child. Although her mother, a military medic, seemed to refuse to let her daughter go through such practices, she let him, anyway. However, when she turned eighteen, she went out of what her father had planned for her. Instead of continuing her military schooling, she rebelled against her parents and ran away, cursing the life she'd been born into. She didn't want to be like her father. She always had dreamed of being a doctor, and that's all she ever wanted to be. To help people and not join in a battlefield.

Luckily, her aunt, who was a doctor herself, took her in and helped her take nursing classes. Soon, Naomi got a doctor's degree and was set out for work in her aunt's hospital. Everything was going well, until she fell in love with the right person, who made the whole picture go wrong.

Phillip was his name. He was kind, smart, charming, and. . . . perfect. They both wanted to make each other happy, and that's what they did - not wasting moments whenever they're together or not. Phillip did his best to have her trust him, and Naomi made sure he was really the one. After five and a half months, they planned their wedding. But Phillip had a secret that he knew would destroy his relationship with her, so he decided to keep it to himself and live a new life. But Naomi accidentally found out.

Phillip had been running away from his old life, and was then determined to change. But he met Naomi too suddenly, yet he didn't want to let her go. He was once part of a ruthless mafia, and had spilled blood on his own hands. He didn't find it wonderful to do, so as years passed, he thought hard about leaving. And when he did, he found happiness. Now, not telling Naomi seemed like the worst idea he'd ever came up with. Like he expected would have if she ever found out, she threw a fit of screaming and crying.

Naomi loved Phillip, but him hiding his past and what his past was - that she couldn't take. And he was still someone wanted by the police! She called off the wedding and decided not to see him for as long as she could recover. But she still loved him. Confused, she, one night, went with some friends who said they knew what was best for her. They said having so much fun could make her forget. Naomi haven't experienced this type of 'fun' of theirs, so she came with them.

Night clubs were too muc noisy and irritating for someone who preferred feeling the cold breeze of the night and gazing at the stars. But the drinks were good, no doubt. After some drinks which she ought not to have in order to avoid getting drunk, her friends gave way to a complete stranger to have him meet Naomi. With giggles, they left their place and watched from another table as the impossibly handsome man sat beside their friend.

They started with a little talk, introductions and perks, then having more drinks together. The man, Elliot, found Naomi interesting, whilst she found him astounding. She wasn't in her normal state, and she didn't exactly know what she was doing after then. The world was spinning around her, smiles and hard dancing and loud music and shouts blurring together. She didn't remember anything that night, but the next morning, she found herself in her own home, in her room, bare under her think blanket, and the vacant space beside her was warm, as if someone had recently lain down there.

Phillip visited her the next day, and she shut him out. This continued on for a few months, Naomi blindly refusing to accept his apologies, until she learned she had a baby in her womb. It was ridiculous, she never slept with anyone. She couldn't remember anything that would have conceived the child. But suddenly she saw a dazzling smile in the back of her mind, a melodic laugh that she'd never heard any laugh like it. It wasn't Phillip. ''What was his name, then? El. . . Elliot, right! ''In that short moment of memories, she burst into tears.

In the next months, she didn't show herself to anyone. She'd rarely go outside, and stayed in her house even though her friends or Phillip was waiting for her to come out. Her hand maid was the only one with her.

Images: