Tory came to Moove in May 2006 as an orphan.
With no friends or family in Moove, Tory
was a fashion nightmare and a little wild. It was obvious she needed help, and Giggsy
and Desire stepped up and began to teach
the little rag-a-muffin how to be a lady
and how to dress in a way that did not scream...NEWBIE!. After a automobile crash in real, Tory was
absent from Moove from July to mid September.
Upon her return, she became an Angel and
was adopted by PlayingwithBeads and Jargon
Black.. Tory is quick to point out that without her
friends and family in Moove, who were there
to support her during her recovery (both
physical and mental), she would not be where
she is today. And where is that? Tory lives at the top
of Mount Torrence in a wonderful 10 room
cabin overlooking the Rocky Mountains. The
interior of her home is quietly elegant with
an abundance of leather, numerous decks and
a wonderful back 40 pasture, corral and barn. Fond of motorcycles, she can often be seen
zooming around Moove on one of her three
custom motorcycles with her biker Aunt, Wood
Nymph or jumping snow hills on her snowmobile
in the Wintry Forest. Often, Tory has the need to get tiny, which
she says is simply a way to go unnoticed.
Her friends in Moove have accepted this and
have placed tiny chairs in clubs so she does
not get squished. Friendly and polite, Tory always has time
to chat with a newbie or help someone out
if she is asked. She is currently building
a Ski Area, a Ladies Day Spa and is the Co-Owner
/ Publisher of the Crystal Angel With the death of co-founder Angeleyezs and
the loss of inspiration, Tory was ready to
shut down the Crystal Angel. With the help
of Mela, the Designers in Moove and the formation
of TorLa Industries, the Crystal Angel was
reborn......stronger and better than ever.
JustCallMe^^Mela (Mela)
How many times did I lie on my mother's porch
in the sultry Louisiana heat dreaming of
a time like this...a time when my blessings
outweighed my burdens. I would sit and stare into the murky waters
of Bayou LaFouche trying not to hear my mother
protest the repeated requests of my Uncle
Bodie by phone..he always had a plan to take
me in and care for me. "The swamp is
no place for a young lady",he would
remind ,y Mom almost daily. One January day..while the icy wind skipped
across the chilled surface of that black
water, I held the phone pressed roughly to
my cheek..wishing upon wish that the wind
would freeze time, allowing me to catch my
breath and slow my galloping heart. My mother
had been killed. Her young body was dashed upon the frozen
ground as she lept to her death from the
overpass over Hwy 311. I would never be the
same. Only two days passed before i saw that
long, sleek, blue sedan stream into the bumpy,
dirt driveway that I loved so. Uncle Bodie stepped out, placing his shined
leather Oxfords firmly onto the dusty ground
where I sat. He stood for a moment gazing
down at me. Then with a sigh he plopped down
beside me, taking me by surprise. "Mela",
he said with resignation,
"please hear me". There is something
I have to tell you now. It's not going to
be easy for me or you..Hunny, I'm not your
Uncle....... I'm your father". My eyes snapped upward to his reddened face.
My tears escaping my bloodshot eyes at last.
I did not know what to feel. I was shocked.
I was angry that he didnt tell me before.
I was 18 years old! My whole life with no
father, and I had one all along!! But mostly I was relieved. The thought of
being all alone in the world was more than
I could take. Being an only child, my mother
was my world. Thank you God, I silently prayed.
Thank you for bridging my solitude...He threw
his arms around me, pulling me to my feet.
"I know that we have alot to get past,
hun, but I want to take care of you. Please
let me.." he pleaded. I could see the pain and sincerity in his
eyes. I numbly agreed to go with him.
This day would begin a new volume in my life.
I arrived into this world of opulence on
a Sunday. Which to me seemed ironically fitting..to
be so blessed on the Sabbath. His generousity and kindness would know no
end. I grew to love him dearly and forgave
my mother for keeping from me this loving
father, who I could no longer imagine a world
without. As I grew into a tough-minded woman, my father
saw potential in me that i couldnt yet see.
He opened a trust fund in my name for investments
and business ventures. I was eager to begin
to devolop what was soon to be an empire
of venture capitalism. I opened the doors
to my first company "Obliette Technologies
Inc." which birthed many inventions
and harbored the young geniuses that were
overlooked by "big business". From this success, I planned strategic investments
and partnerships with certain computer and
software companies. This all seemed too easy...success after
success...all prodded along, no doubt, by
my overprotective father. I grew increasingly
bored. I left my business responsibilities
in the capable hands of designated CEO's,
and began to wander the world in search of
something that would fill my heart. One day, while easy riding on my Gunmetal
Grey Harley Fatboy, I stumbled across something
peculiar..down a side street I saw a small
community. Its houses were colorful and alive.
The citizens were hugging and talking like
family. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
I took a slow turn into what would soon become
my second home. There I would meet the best
friends I have ever known..the love that
my heart always longed for..and for the first
time in my life, my investment would be made
for a business that I truly loved and could
make a life out of. Thank you Moove for opening
your arms to me=) I love you all!!
AngelEyezs (Angel)
Angel's background is somewhat of a mystery.
Introduced to Tory by Giggsy in October of
2006, the two formed a close relationship
which still puzzles some Moove residents. Angel's list of friends and Team Members
is highly impressive, ranging from followers
of Gor to artists to fashion designers to
true angels. Angel is not prejudice and is
open to new ideas and lifestyles. This security
in herself can be seen in her fashion designs
which are quickly becoming the "must-have"
fashion wear for spring and summer. Angel is the quiet one of the two and often
loses herself in deep thought as she creates
stunning fashions in her always creating
mind. Angel seems to live at her boutique (Angels Boutique) which is connected to her spacious home
called Angel's Hideaway. Her Hideaway is
an exclusive compound which few have seen
and Angel likes it that way. Bordering on
reclusive, Angel enjoys the simpler things
in life as a way to relax. She can often be seen taking walks among
the Aspens or sitting by a stream deep in
thought. Angel began creating designs for ladies apparel
in November and has since opened Angel's
Boutique, one of the most popular custom
design studios in Moove. Angel who travels extensively in search of
new trends and the latest fabrics is also
the Co-owner and fashion editor of the Crystal
Angel. Angeleyezs passed away on July 3rd, 2007.
We will miss you dear friend.
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Tory came to Moove in May 2006 as an orphan.
With no friends or family in Moove, Tory
was a fashion nightmare and a little wild.
