Post by NAUSICA MUSE MILTHORPE on Jun 30, 2013 21:41:04 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] NAUSICE M. MILTHORPE TWENTY FIVE | HETEROSEXUAL | PARAMEDIC | EMERGENCY CREW | IRINA SHAYK THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? My name is Nausica Muse Milthorpe but no one ever calls me by my full name. It's either Sica, Milthorpe, or Nmm (my abbreviations). My name Nausica is from the Odyssey. My mother was a huge fan of Homer's work so she named me in honor of him. My middle name, Muse, was passed down through generations on my mothers side. I hardly ever use it so I tend not tot dwell on its meaning. My last name is Milthorpe, which is obviously from my fathers side. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Since my father was in the military, my family did a lot of traveling around the world. While he was on the base leading P.T, my mother and I would explore the neighboring city. When I was just 12 years old I knew more about the world's diverse culture and traditions compared to the average adult. I was homeschooled for most of my life. It wasn't until I hit high school that my parents decided to enroll me in an actual school. Instead of enrolling me in a normal high school in America (where we are originally from), they decided to enroll me in the International Student Program at Woodstock academy. Guess where that is? Right by the Himayalas. I stayed there for three years and finished my senior year in Los Angeles, California. Why the sudden change? My parents wanted me to have a taste of the American life before I decided what I wanted to do with the rest of it. I graduated two years earlier than people age because of all the homeschooling I went through. I decided to enroll in UCLA for a few years while doing the ROTC program since I already knew I was going to join the military like my father. It all seemed natural when we were doing training exercises and eating MRE's. When I graduated UCLA at the age of 20, I became a 1st lieutenant in the Army. My unit was deployed to Afghanistan for 18 months before coming back to the U.S and then visiting Europe and other parts of Asia. I did see some nasty things in Afghanistan but joining the military was the best decision I ever made. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? I know being in the military may make me sound like some gun-loving, child-killing, war fanatic but I'm not. One of the reasons I joined the military was because I love helping others. During my off duty days, I would travel outside the base just so I could see what else the world needed help with. I like to think of myself as a humanitarian. The other reason why I joined the miltary was because of the "thrill". I know that makes me seem like an adrenaline junkie but let me explain. I love being outdoors and doing things. For example, anything heights related. I love rock climbing and skydiving. Whenever I am conquering an activity like that I get this great feeling of accomplishment and pride. likes: heights, cooking, swimming, helping others, traveling the world, having a sense of purpose, the color green, gardens, flowers, training, staying fit, bollywood, europe, people wearing bright colors, justin bieber, miley cyrus, daily show, colbert report, the newsroom, ellen, kings of leon dislikes: abuse, crying children, rap music, smoking, pollution, nicki minaj, fake body parts, gutters, smell of the gutters, being in war for no reason, afghanistan, bin laden, terrorist, racism, politics, disobediate soldiers, being old, dying, shooting people, gmo's, justin timberlake, WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Smart: I know calling myself smart makes me sound like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory but its the truth. One of the benefits of being homeschooled was that I learned at my own pace which was pretty fast. When I went to a real school, things got slowed down because the class had to wait for everyone else to learn the subject. I like to thing of myself as independently taught because I always went ahead because my brain was able to process things faster than most. Diligent: Kissing ass may work for other people but it's definitely not one of my methods. I believe in working hard and I do my best to follow that. Especially with being considered a leader in my unit, I don't want anyone else to think that you don't have to do anything if you know someone up high in that chain of commond. Straight-forward: Sugar coating is not my thing. I know I sound like a bitch for saying this but if you get hurt by what I say then you need to grow a vagina. Worrying about your feelings is not my top priority. There was a male sergeant in my unit that was screwing around with younger ranked soldiers and I told him if he didn't clean up his act, he would not be able to call himself a soldier. Caring: I know that this may seem like a total surprise but I am a different person when I'm dealing with soldiers and when I'm dealing with people that need help. If you are someone that I love then you know how much I care about the people around me. Kind: When I'm dealing with an orphan that hasn't eaten in three days, my heart instantly melts an I end up stuffing that child with whatever it can eat. Traveling the world, I've seen things. Things that shouldn't exist. When I'm confronted by one of those situations, like a group of homeless, starving orphans, I do what I can to help ease their problems. The same goes for my loved ones and the occasional soldier thats going through a rough patch. A COOL CAT LIKE YOU MUST HAVE A TON OF SUITORS FLOCKING TO YOU, HUH? I am a heterosexual female. If you are a male trying to get me to kiss another female for your own pleasure, I will punch you. I'm not into kinky, 50 shades of grey relationships. It actually scares me thinking that there are people in the world like that. I believe in the cliche "finding the right one". I want to get married and have kids with that special someone. I don't want to have five different baby daddys. I don't want to wake up in bed with a different man everyday. I am not a whore. I believe in commitment and communication are two key factors in a relationship. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? When I was younger, I had a hard time opening up to my father. I viewed him as this hard, strict military leader that wouldn't understand what came out of my toddler mouth. Mother was different. Just by listening to the sweet tone of her voice, one could tell how generous she is. It was always easy talking to her, words would seamlessly fly out of my mouth. When I was 7, things changed. I finally told my mother how I felt about my father and she told him. He had his first "heart to heart" conversation that day. From then on, it became easier for me to talk to my father. I was one of those lucky children to have parents I could easily communicate with. I'm not going to lie, my relationship with my parents have hit a few touch patches. Like when they decided to send me to a private school in India for three years. I refused to talk to them for a whole year because I felt like they were purposely taking me out of their lives. I eventually outgrew my raging, rebellious teenage years, and yet I still seem to find pointless things to argue about. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. On February 14, 1988, I was born. It was close to summertime in Camp Darby, Italy. Yes, I was born on a military base. Apparently there wasn't enough time for my mother to go to a hospital off base so she popped me out 3 hours later in the medical unit. Growing up, I was able to witness things that no normal toddler my age would see. I got to watch soldiers train. As I started getting older, I was allowed to participate in a few of their training exercises. When I wasn't watching them I was traveling through the town outside of the base. I was an adventurous kid growing up, nothing could keep me inside. That's probably why my mother resorted to have me homeschooled outdoors. I was a smart kid so my school sessions never lasted for more than three hours. Since my family traveled extensively all over Europe, occasionally through Asia, I became aware of all the worlds culture and religion. And as I continued to learn more about the world, I realized how much of it needed fixing. Kids were being abandoned and left on the streets to die. Women were being forced into prostitution. People all over the world were suffering because of ignorance and laziness. The more I saw the more it made me realize how much I wanted to help. By the time I was ready for high school, my parents decided to send me to a international boarding school in India. I wasn't to happy about this because I was so used to moving around. I didn't like staying in one place for long. For the first year I refused to talk to my parents. They would call and visit but I would never say a word. Our visits went by with them telling me about their travels through the world while I stayed mute. I eventually learned to forgive and once again started talking to my parents. I only stayed at Woodstock Academy for three years. My parents decided that I should finish off my senior year in the States because they knew I was itching for change. They picked a random high school in Los Angeles, California. Once I graduated, I immediately went to UC Santa Barbara majoring in Pre-Med. While I was in college, I joined the ROTC program. Right after I graduated high school I knew joining the military was in my future. I finished my pre-med before deploying to Afghanistan and seeing nasty shit. I don't really like talking about Afghanistan just because its not really a happy place to be for a US soldier. I was lucky and only stayed there for 18 months before coming back to the States and then deploying again. This time I went all over Europe and visited a few parts of Asia and Africa. When my four years on Army active duty was up, I was only 24. I decided to switch to the Reserves while finishing my medical career. The only problem was was that I had no idea where to go once I came back from the States. Most of my friends were abroad and in different countries. I lived in Los Angeles for a month before one of my close battle buddies was discharged from the Army. She originally came from Brunswick, Maine and invited me to live with her and that's how I ended up here. Since I needed another job to get me through medical school I decided to become a paramedic. While Brunswick is not as exciting as other cities I've been to, it has this appealing small town attitude that for some reason entices me. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. My first tour in Afghanistan was unique. It was a couple months in and my unit was used to the danger that Kabul brought us. A couple of soldiers, me included, went to help out the local clinic. When were got there, it was the usual stuff. Then this kid walked in. He was only six years old and had a broken rib, sprained wrist, a dislocated shoulder, and cuts and bruises covering his body. It took a few days for him to heal. Everyday I would visit and bring him gifts or read him books. When it was time for him to leave, he started sobbing uncontrollably. That's when the translator told me the whole story behind this boy. His father brutally beats him, his siblings, and their mother. After hearing this, I did the most irrational thing possible. I took the boy home. When I got to his house, his whole family was sitting inside. They all had swollen faces with bruises and cuts covering their bodies. I told the family to go hide in the other room while I waited for their father. Only a few minutes passed by before he finally walked through the doors. He only took a few steps before I shot him. I dragged the body outside and dug a small hole to toss his body in, gave the family some money, and headed back to the clinic. He was the first person I ever killed. The military doesn't know about the incident and if they found out, I would get dishonorably discharged. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! Growing up, I always dreamed of being a super hero. I wanted to be just like Superman. I wanted to fly, be superstring, and have a cape. It took me a few years to realize how unrealistic this goal was. After that, I modified my goal. I still wanted to be a "hero" so I decided to become a soldier. I know most kids don't dream of going into combat but since I grew up on military bases, I knew the military had more to offer then killing people. Which is why I wanted to become a doctor. since medical school would take me years to complete, I decided to first become a paramedic. It allowed me to do something I love while working for my dream. I had to halt my plans for being a doctor for a few years because the military deployed me abroad. But once I came back to the States and switched to the Reserves, I am now able to continue medical school. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. That's all I have to say. Thank you for your time. BEHIND THE MASK VERA | EIGHTEEN | PACIFIC | AD | NONE It had been a long day for Milo Nash-Decatur although it was nothing that a good dosage of alcohol couldn’t cure. He’d lost count of the number of times that he’d changed his mind or the number of paces that he’d taken around his bedroom. The big question circulating around the attractive male’s mind was whether he should attend his senior prom. It’s not what you’re thinking – Milo certainly wasn’t the type who feared proms because of the feeling of social rejection and no one could dare say that he was unpopular. It was because he was dateless for the first time in his life that made him question whether he should attend the event as well as the fact that some interesting (and true) rumours were circling around Windsor Academy. There was only one thing that the King of Windsor Academy had in common with one of the protagonists of William Shakespeare’s play, ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ and that was the fact that both of them had dumped their girlfriend just prior to the most important night of their life. Claudio of Florence had dumped Hero prior to their wedding day and Milo of Portlocke had dumped Angelina Aldridge just prior to their senior prom. The only major difference was that 16th Century Claudio didn’t ditch Hero for her younger brother... You can probably now see why Milo was contemplating not attending the dance of his life. It was because of one boy that he’d dumped his long time girlfriend and practically trashed his perfect reputation as King. Milo wasn’t gay though and he was completely sure of that. He still had a poster of a sandy Megan Fox tacked onto his luxurious bedroom wall and he still wolf whistled attractive girls at the beach. It was just that his relationship with Brayden Aldridge was something completely different to what he’d ever felt before. Was he bisexual? They say you can only play for one team and he certainly wasn’t ready to cut off his connections with Brayden to experience a ready supply of Californian chicks. Let’s just call our friend Milo confused; anything at all definite would cause him to either pass out or punch a wall. Running his fingers through his dirty blonde coloured hair he thought about Brayden and what had happened between the two of them. It had always been just a bromance with maybe watching a game on ESPN after practice or some small talk while Milo waited for Angie to get ready for a date. He certainly wasn’t expecting what was to come and he was surprised that he reacted so calmly when he first kissed the sports player. What was even more shocking was the fact that he kissed him back and after months of hiding in the closest, he’d dumped his picture perfect and extremely attractive girlfriend. Milo paced his room once again wearing only a pair of black Hugo Boss pants which exposed the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and no shirt as it was lying on his bed with the buttons un-done and a black bow-tie next to it. No one could deny that Milo was attractive what with his tanned Adonis like chest with its clearly defined muscles that could make any girl swoon. His strong jaw line and prominent chin gave him a modelesque pout worthy of Pierce Brosnan and his olive coloured skin that was so much like his mother’s seemed to colour coordinate well with the colour of his pale grey eyes and blondish brown hair. His bedroom had the aroma of Abercrombie & Fitch: Fierce and Milo paced to the other side of the room so that he can fasten a Cartier watch to his wrist. At that exact moment his iPhone 3Gs beeped and he gave a quick smile as he saw it from Brayden. It amused him that at that exact moment, his ex-girlfriend would be undoubtedly panicking about her dress (knowing Angie) in the same building as the guy who he was currently, well, in love with. He grabbed his skirt and quickly put it on before texting a reply to the sports player. He'd made the decision he'd been mulling over for the entire day. The message he was sent made his pulse rise and him gulp loudly. |
