application . « Result #2 on Jun 25, 2009, 8:33pm »
-- * a quote or lyric about your character, here .
welcome to the city, darling. tell me, how long have you lived here- what's your favorite part, and that name, god- it's gorgeous. surely you're just dying to tell me the story behind that little number.
-- * put a little spiel here about the city- the fabulous new york, and just what your character thinks of it. and then their name- how it was given to them, and other additional information .
well, that sounds interesting enough. quite clearly you carry on your family name, and i daresay that it sounds familiar enough. refresh me on the concept, however- just who are your parents, and where do i recognize them from?
-- * consider this a basic form of your family history. it doesn't have to be elaborate as hell, but it does need to be decent. if they're high in society, make sure to list why .
enough about your family- now i want to know about you. that's why you're here, after all- what do you do in your spare time, what makes your heart sing- and of coarse, tell me about all the little things that just grind your gears.
-- * pretty straight forward, likes and dislikes can go here- also, what your character likes to do in his or her free time. pet peeves, and other personality traits can go here as well .
i'm dying to know all the gritty details on your life- what was the most dramatic thing that ever happened to you, and how's it changed you, for the better or worse- don't feel obligated to swing either way. the people want to know the truth.
-- * basically , a little bit on your character's history. no one is perfect, and everyone has their little problems- list them here. are mom and dad divorced, do they have a drug problem ? anything will suffice, one or two paragraphs, please .
so are you gay or straight- really ! i want to know, and do you have a girl or boy in your life at the moment ? if so, tell me about them. if not, are you single, darling.
-- * homosexual, heterosexual- or somewhere in between, sexuality is one of the most challenging things in this day and age- not to mention, if they have a boyfriend or girlfriend in their life at the moment. at least a small paragraph can go here .
what's your position when it comes to you in this city. are you a socialite, are you a student- what are you doing with your life right now that's brought you here?
-- * again, pretty self-explanatory. what their status in the city, and what they're doing in their lives currently .
-- * name , your name here . -- * age , your age here . -- * other characters , other characters here -- *how you found us , how you found us here .
, missing pieces . « Result #3 on Dec 15, 2008, 10:19pm »
monte carlo has been named the playground of the rich and famous, and for good reason. the summer days here are scorching, but the nights are even hotter. truly, referring to monte carlo as paradise is an understatement. the ocean is a stunning azure and the sun is perpetually beaming. and let's not forget about the brilliant white sand beaches filled daily by half-naked, inhumanly tan, incontrovertibly glamorous bodies. most that reside here were, at one point, mere travelers, led astray by monte carlo's pristine landscapes and its promise of a new start. but the city's current population is dominated by the richest of the rich, the most influential, infamous, or successful faces of the modern world. money is not something these people worry about; in fact, it's merely an object with which they can achieve whatever their hearts desire.
there is no respite from the dramatics here, no matter how hard one tries to remain under the radar. some only pretend to live the life of the glamorous, but the truly glamorous know exactly how to live life - endlessly pleasurable nights and days spent accumulating vicious secrets. while many come here to spend their summers, the only ones who truly know the city's secrets are those who remain here year round. the peaceful community of monte carlo isn't all too quiet, though, and misplaced trust could land you in much, much deeper than you bargained for. here in monte carlo, you only know you've truly established yourself when you hear your name escaping everyone's lips. remember, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.
♥ im not the way you think i am « Result #5 on Dec 2, 2008, 10:40pm »
I GO AROUND JUST A TIME OR TWO JUST TO WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU . , SAM DARCY MCNEIL. .
FULL NAME , sam darcy mcneil NICKNAMES , sammii, samster, or sams.
AGE , nineteen BIRTHDAY , december fourth SEXUALITY , straight
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , citizen
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , Sammiis hair is a deep black. Sometimes when shes in the sun it looks a little blue and it shines radiantly. It drapes over her shoulders and is usally in a mess of tangles, but it still looks styleish. EYES , Sammiis eyes are a tantilizing blue. There sure to catch someones attention. She also wears green, butterscotch, or gray contacts sometimes just for fun. FACE , Her face is delicately shaped. All her features would bring someone to believe she had a great deal of innocence but she doesnt so yeah its just a cover up. Her face is very pale which brings her to look almost like a punked out snow white. BUILD , Sammiis build is very delicate. Her torsoa doesnt stick out like most women and there boobs, it lies flat mostly. She is very skinny with a weight of only a hundred pounds. her legs are slender but not stick slender they are just normal but a good normal i suppose. CLOTHING STYLE , Sammiis style i suppose is what you would call scene. She always straightens her hair and wears flashy jejwlry. She never wears anything normal or dull. Skinny jeans and eyeliner are the most worn thing she ever has on and her shoes vary from prada to just plain out walmart teneshoes. She uses alot of variety in her dressing methods. EX.1,EX.2,EX.3,EX.4 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , Her eyes and hair. HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , height:: 5 feet 3 inches weight::100lbs. PLAY BY , brookelle bones
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES , cats, the dark, the light, water, beaches, some people, secrets, drugs, alchahol, home, thunder, lightning, shoes, fashion, coffee, stuffed animals, screamo music, music peiriod, boys, malls. DISLIKES , dogs, forceful people, authority, death, her father, alot of attention, liars, snobs, rude people. STRENGTHS , +intelligent +optimistic +reliable +conscientious WEAKNESSES , -lies -drama -attention -death SECRETS , she cuts herself. does drugs. HABITS , drugs, alchahol, biteing her nails OVERALL PERSONALITY , Sammi is a rebellious little bitch. Shes not your typical girl. She absolutely hates attention and wishes the world would vanish from her sight as if it had been a figment of her demented yet complex mind. She prefers to yell over talking and she whispers to herself a lot. She doesn't hang out with a lot of people for her fear of being declined at asking for their friendship. This leads people to think of her as weird. People that have known since kindergarten are probably the only ones that get her. But most of them moved or went to a different school so yeah. Sammi always seems to have a smile on her face. It seems inviting but it isn't she smiles for the fact that it makes her feel good. Her attitude towered people is really really mean. She has no desire what so ever to go talk to the hottie in her class or to go over to the teacher and hand In a assignment that she has to read in class, well this time its at her job and handing papers considering she isn't school anymore. Sammi loves cats, thats one of her weaknesses. If you were holding cat she would probably walk over to you and start talking up a storm just so she could or at least pet the little fur ball. She tends to start fights a lot. If there was a blond bitch walking down the street sammi would find a way to mess with her till she wanted to hit Sammi and then sammi would let loose and attack her. Sammi also has a love for drugs, especially cocaine. She does it daily and half her paycheck is usually spent on it. It keeps her from going completely insane another one of her interests is blood, she cuts herself constantly to see the red liquid seep from the crevices she makes, she does this while smoking most of the time but she can do it other times to. This tops her personality.
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , Mother-dead
FATHER , Father-unknown SIBLINGS , N/A
FAMILY PERCEPTION ,
OVERALL HISTORY , Sammi has a small black kitten thats with her at all times. His names skate History;;This little girl was born on december fourth, the days was like any other day except for the fact that Sammi was being brought to this evil and demented world, i guess it didn't help that she was gonna be raised a by a single mother that had some serious issues and was crackhead. Oh well i guess you cant help but to be raised by the women that brings you into the world. Jamie came out of her mama screaming bloody murder, like she had just broken a bone. I suppose this is where she got her, love of screaming from. She quieted down a couple hours later as she was put into her mothers arms. Sammi looked stunned and frightened like she had never wanted to come into the world.
Her life passed on, when she was three her mother started to sell drugs, so she could support her and Sammi. This turned out well. Sammi got everything she anted for minute and they were living quite happily. sammi was so social and happy at that age, i wonder what happened to her. Well anyway, one day a weird man knocked on the front door. Sam started to scream and her mother ran to her and scooped her up. her mouth dropped as her mother saw the mans face, it was sammis father. They fought over if he could stay or not. He ended up leaving in a blur causing sammi to cry again.
After that her father never came back and life was good again. When sammi went into kindergarten she was still a happy little camper that loved people and to make a scene. She had many friends and all the teachers loved her. She was famous for her good behavior, she was the perfect child of a druggy, which is an odd match. Sammi loved her mother even though she sold and did drugs in fact her mother was really good, she taught sammi morals and how to tie her shoelaces, she was like any other mother that walked around the corner.
Sammi continued on in life. When she made it to fifth grade, bullies began to bother her. They would trip her and knock her books from her and sometimes they would even beat her up. This is when sammi started to cut herself from depression. She also started to skip school as she went into sixth grade. This started to set a bad reputation for her. Other kids would make fun of her since they knew she was an outcast and that she was bullied, this only mad her cut deeper into her skin cause more of the vibrant liquid to come from her.
Teachers started to dislike her and other parents despised her. Sammis life had fallen to pieces in a matter of years. She had become a mistake, a smudge in life. Her mother still loved her though and her mother was the only thing that made her happy. On sammis fourteenth birthday her mother got her a fluffy white kitten. Sammi loved an cherished it. She also named him master fluffykens. He was her best friend for a long time till high school, where she met a couple people she got along with and enjoyed being around. She had some fiends but she had become a very quiet person so she was still an outcast towered the other teenagers.
Her life stayed the same all through high school. When she turned eighteen she became associated with drugs and drinking. She had become a remake of her mother. Well she was a druggy like her mother but she was depressed unlike her mother, she was lower then the one who carried her in her womb for eight months. Sammi got a job at a coffee shop so she could raise enough money for college and she lived life, until her mother over dosed. Sammi was devastated but not sad. She knew the day would come and she knew her mother went to a good place. Sammi continued her life. A normal life mixed with drugs and secrets.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , tye AGE , thirteen CONTACT , PM or Email RP SAMPLE ,
Quote:
Please just don't play with me my paper heart will bleed this wait for destiny wont do be with me please, i beseech you '♥'
well isn't this just great sammi thought to herself as she pulled a white napkin form a dispenser while holding the ice cream she had been enjoying in her right hand. It dripped across her hand and onto her black t-shirt which clung to her well shaped figure so tightly that you could see the outlines of her bra. The corners of her mouth tugged down into a small frown as she wiped the ice cream from her shirt. You could still barely see it didn't please her at all . It wasn't all that noticeable but it seemed like a big deal to her, like most things in her fucked up life.
Sammii sighed and dropped the hand with the napkin to her side. She looked up a half smile on her face as she took a deep breath and headed out of the little restaurant shed been in, on her way out she dropped the napkin into the trash. Sammii looked around for a nice place to hang out where there wouldn't be to many pupils to watch her. She noticed the beach not to far off. She could hear the silent crashing of waves and it seemed to please her. She walked towered the crystal waters at an average pace letting one foot follow the other. Sammii looked down franticly as she felt something sticky on her hand she then remembered she had been snacking on an ice cream, she sighed again and licked it a couple of times before tossing it into a trashcan that was along the sidewalk she was walking on.
Sammi was in a fairly good mood at that moment,it was kinda freaking her out, she hadn't been this happy in over a month. It was also much more relaxing then her normal moods though and she was kinda enjoying it. Sammiis orbs searched the Beach for a nice place to sit and relax where no one would bother to ask how she was doing. She settled on by down the shore next to the waves who were eating bits of the sand as it roared onto the beach. She smiled and skipped to the little spot in the sand where it looked the driest.
Despite the cold the day seemed to be perfect, it was mostly sunny with bits of clouds. It was only cold enough for a light hoodie though it wasn't like freezing. Sammii styled some white skinny jeans which made her black clingy t-shirt stand out. She also had on a light black hoodie. Her hair straight and messy as usual along with a head band around the top. The headband was a highlighter yellow. She had put it on to stand out instead of looking dull and normal. She also wore a silver heart shaped locket around her neck which had a picture of her mother in it. She had on some checkered bans and a studded black belt just to even out the normal and the weird so that it didn't look dumb.
Sammii sat down in the sand and stuck her feet out in front of her and her hands behind her holding her up. She looked out over the crystal waves as if expecting to see somebody familiar but she saw no one. She sighed thinking of her mother then she smiled.. She remembered she had brought her cigarettes. This delighted her. It would calm her down a little considering she was about to think about her mother. She pulled one of the orange and white sticks from the pack and brought it to her mouth where she cupped her hands and lit it with a black lighter. She brought one hand down and propped her self up again. She took a long drag and withdrew the cigarette from her lips. She let the smoke flow from her mouth for a second before exhaling most of it out.
simple things that make you run away catch you if i can '♥' -By The All American Rejects
./ * uneasy hearts weigh the most {w.i.p. « Result #6 on Dec 2, 2008, 5:35pm »
THIS IS ALL MY FAULT, BUT IF I'M WITHOUT YOU THEN I WILL FEEL SO SMALL. , LEIGHTON ELLE KAI. .
FULL NAME , Leighton Elle Kai
NICKNAMES , Just Leighton
AGE , Twenty
BIRTHDAY , November twenty-ninth
SEXUALITY , Whatever, love is love.
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , Leighton is a struggling musician. Until she gets her big break, she works for who ever will hire.
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , Leighton has hair down to her shoulders, but will sometimes put in hair extensions to make it appear longer. Usually though, she's too lazy to put them in. Her hair is naturally blond, but Leighton is a rock star, and blond isn't too rock, so she is constantly dying her hair shades of red and orange. She has to dye it at least once a month to keep the color looking nice. Her hair has taken must abuse from all the coloring, and is now fairly thin.
EYES , Leighton's eyes are green, but some times appear to be brown and blue.
FACE , Her face has the very common shape of being quite round, but narrows at her chin. Most of her facial features are quite small, just as she is.
BUILD , Leighton is a very small built. She's quite thin, not tall at all, over all very small.
CLOTHING STYLE , Her clothing style can only be describe as very Leighton. She is herself. She really only wears what she wants too, and what she likes. On any normal day, Leighton will just wear jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers. When she dresses up though, she'll wear dresses, but still adds something very 'her' into the outfit. 12345
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , Leighton doesn't have very many distinguishing features asides from the gap she has between her front two teeth which is quite noticeable by anyone. She also has a septum ring which she wears sometimes, not too often though.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , She stands at five foot nothing and weighs only ninety-two pounds.
PLAY BY , Hayley Williams
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES ,
music parties movies
DISLIKES ,
annoying disney kids working cleaning anything
STRENGTHS ,
good singer/song writer good at making friends
WEAKNESSES ,
auditions she loves to smoke cigarettes falls in love with anyone easily
SECRETS ,
she's terrified of actually making it big
HABITS ,
talks a lot bites her nails
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , Joyse Kai is fifty seven years old and an elementary school teacher.
FATHER , Joshua Kai is sixty years old and works as a used car sales man.
SIBLINGS , Leighton is an only child.
FAMILY PERCEPTION , Back in her home town of Chicago, the Kai family isn't known well at all. Those who know them, know them as your average family. They are middle class family, happy as any other three person family, but not very close. It's safe to say that the Kai name is not a well known one, at least for now.
OVERALL HISTORY , Leighton was born to Joshua and Joyse Kai on November twenty-ninth, nineteen-eighty-eight. She grew up in down town Chicago, just herself and her parents. Her parents were never rich, but always managed to pay the rent on the house monthly. Joshua and Joyse put Leighton in singing lessons at the age of three when she had started to show her love of singing. Her parents would always tell people that Leighton would never talk, but always sing. Being slightly insane, Joshua and Joyse would tell everyone Leighton would be the next Madonna but the age of ten. Obviously that never did happen, and when Leighton was seven and still unknown, they pushed her even harder. Sent her to the best vocal lessons they could afford. Leighton would always feel awkward around her parents, because they insisted she called them Joyse and Joshua, not mom and dad. As she got older, Leighton continued singing and joined her first band at fourteen. The band was actually pretty good, they won several battle of the bands, but broke up when Leighton turned sixteen and moved to New York City to become a famous musician. Sence then, she's been in a few bands that have not lasted. Now she's a solo act, trying to make it onto any record label that will take her.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , meggie AGE , fifteen CONTACT , pm
RP SAMPLE ,
Quote:
Gabriel could get bored very easily on any given day, you would too if you lived his life style. A different party every couple of hours, a different girl every hour. It was late in the afternoon when he got a text that there was a party up somewhere in the trails. Gabriel didn't like to hike up to a party normally, but he was so bored it really didn't matter today. He decided to pick up some girl who he had met a few nights ago at a party, he gave her his phone number and she hadn't stop bothering him ever since. Biggest mistake of his life. Gabriel didn't even know her name, nor did he want to know it. She just could fulfill his needs, and that was good enough for him. That chick couldn't of been happier to see him when he picked her up, and she didn't shut up at all for the thirty minutes it took to get to the party. How the hell could he have forgotten how annoying she was? He must of been pretty fucking drunk to ever even talk to her.
As soon as they got to the party, Gabriel told her he was going to get some drinks, but really he just needed to get away from that crazy girl. He found a cooler and grabbed two beers, both for him. A bunch of people were dancing, but Gabriel was never much of a dancer, and he didn't enjoy it at all. He spotted a few people he knew dancing, but it was not worth it to go and talk to any of them. He walked over to the forest. It was completely empty, for now at least. He opened one of the beers and took a gulp. Gabriel reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette. Just then, he spotted a girl, one that he'd never met before. He sat up and walked over to her, "Got a light?" he asked, being very charming as usual. She shook her head no. "Well, that's too bad, want to have a drink with me?" Gabriel pointed over to the other beer. She shook her head yes this time. Fuck, this girl was possibly even more strange then the one that never shut up. They walked back over to the boulder together, and only a few minutes later they were making out.
A little while later, he stopped and took a big gulp of his beer, and smiled at the girl. Just then he heard a familiar voice, Kennedy. That voice brought back some good memories. He looked up at her as she sat on his lap, and kissed him. Most girls wouldn't just go up to someone like Gabriel and kiss him. Kennedy was one of the only girls Gabriel could stand to be with, without being drunk or stoned. "Oh yes, so much fun Kennedy." Gabriel said as he winked at her. Just then she started to yell at someone else and embraced that dude in a kiss while she was still sitting on his lap, which was to be honest, a bit awkward. Gabriel was used to being the one making out with more then one person at once. "I think you're the cheater here babe, two guys at once that's pretty low darling." He said with heavy sarcasm and a grin. Gabriel smiled at the other girl and shooed her off. He could swear he saw a tear. Poor girl.
* the sound of white ` « Result #7 on Dec 2, 2008, 12:04am »
IT'S MY LIFE AND I'M NOT SITTING ON THE SIDELINES WATCHING IT PASS ME BY , HARLOW MARIE QUINN .
FULL NAME , harlow marie quinn
NICKNAMES , harley, harley quinn (due to her fathers obsession with comic books)
AGE , twenty
BIRTHDAY , december third 1989
SEXUALITY , straight
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , student
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR ,
most would say that Harley was just another “California blonde”, which always annoyed her because she’s not even from California, not that she has anything against California she visited once and enjoyed her time there. Just everyone always say “Oh you must be from California” like it’s a bad thing. She just happens to have what most people think of as a girl from California, long, thick blonde hair with subtle highlights as if it were kissed by the sun, even though her living in New York it rarely does. Harley has always been pretective of her hair, she likes it long because it leaves her to do what ever her little heart desires with it and she’s hasn’t changed her shampoo too much over the years because she trust what she uses to keep her hair gorgeous and shiny. Harley was blessed with natraully wavy hair that most straight haired beauties wished they had, although she does enhance the natraul wave sometimes with an iron others with gels, whatever she does to it, it seems she rarely has a bad hair day.
EYES ,
yet another thing that contributes to her “Califonia girl” image are her gorgeous blue-green doe eyes. As much as she seems like a happy girl, her eyes seem to give away how she’s really feeling, she can be smiling but have her eyes screaming about how unhappy she is. she’s lucky enough to have gorgeous thick black lashes which she coats in jet black mascara ninety nine point nine percent of the time. she got the almond shape from her mother, most people say she looks like her mother did, she takes it as a complement since she thought her mother was beautiful. Her mother always taught her one thing, never over pluck or wax your eyebrows, so Harley has groomed, but full eye brows.
FACE ,
Harley knows she’s not the most striking or exotic; a few people have actually told her she’s too ordinary looking. It’s been mentioned several times most people say she looks like she just stepped off Malibu beach. She has a nice strong shaped face, it’s not incredibly angular nor incredibly round. Her lips are thick and pink and she keeps them protected and baby soft with chaptstick, she started wearing chapstick because her lips were getting burned when she started spending more time out side. Harley has a significant sized nose, which sounds like a “nice” way to say it’s big, but it’s not huge it’s just not petite and small like most people seem to enjoy, she doesn’t love it but she doesn’t hate it enough to do anything about it. Adorning her nose are freckles from the sun, they’re very faint, also surounding her nose are beauty marks and a little mole a few inches from her nose.
BUILD ,
Harlow Marie Quinn has never worried about her figure, really she doesn’t need to anyway, she’s thin due to eating fairly well and lost of exercise after all the girl is a force to be reckoned with. Most people would probably notice that she’s a tall girl, she used to be self conscious about her height when she was younger; she ran around in flats till her second year of junior high when she decided to embrace her height, she’s still tall and when she wears heals which is almost all the time she is of course even taller than her normal five foot nine frame. She’s got a chest and a butt, she’s never been told that she was lacking in anything if she was she probably just punch them in the gut.
CLOTHING STYLE ,
Harley’s style is fairly simple to explain, she’s a pretty laid back girl who likes her expensive classic pieces, she doesn’t spend a whole bunch of cash on trend items although she does wear them. She likes what she likes and will wear whatever she’s in the mood to wear. Like most girls she’s in love with shoes and also loves layering, after all she lives in a place that’s cold most of the time.
her nose is pretty true to her and the mole that’s inches away from it and her eyes I would say.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT ,
she stands at five foot nine inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty five pounds.
PLAY BY , blake lively
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES ,
pie, playing video games such as guitar hero and resident evil, movies mostly off beat, horror and thrillers, movie theaters (who doesn’t), children, swing sets, parties, drinking, comic books, reading, running, dresses, skinny jeans, hoodies, rain, autumn, snow, sleeping, curling up in her bed, drawing, bubble gum [well gum in general], jelly beans, the smell of gasoline, animals, her dog, starbucks!, photography, classic cars, her 1969 Mustang, television
DISLIKES ,
pretentious people, arrogance, when people smack their food, teeth scraping against silverware, sun burns, people who act like they started trends, people who act like they discovered bands, if you found them on myspace that doesn’t count, hangovers, hypocrites, like seriously dumb people who don’t use common sense, really sensitive people, tylenol, pimples, doing her own nails, breaking up, crying.
STRENGTHS ,
loyalty, kindness, fashion, acting, energy, getting people to play around with her, she comes from a classy family with old money. People know her name.
WEAKNESSES ,
coffee, guys, kit-kat’s, video games, fashion, forgetfullness
SECRETS ,
she’s likes comic books (not too much of a secret but she knows when not to tell people) she’s actually a little self conscious she’s terrified of turning out like her mom she’s afraid everyone will leave her sooner or later
HABITS ,
she bites her lips and fidgets a lot. she tucks her hair behind her ears a lot. She giggles a lot when she’s nervous or uncomfortable She brakes out into dance when there isn’t any music
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,
Harlow Quinn is extremely nice and would rarely do anything to knowingly hurt someone. She grew up knowing the value of friendship, especially after her mom died and her friends were pretty much all she had, besides her lovely father. She’s a very loyal person, used to be if she decided you were her friend she’d pretty much go to the ends of the earth for you, which inevitably led to her being hurt a lot. The sad reality is not many people will do the same, she knows that now and continues to be a loyal friend, but she draws a line now, she won’t do anything her gut tells her not to and she’s definitely not a push-over. She doesn’t take crap from anyone unless she knows they’re playing with her, she doesn’t mind being teased as long as it doesn’t turn malicious. Something about her just screams friendly so people have no problem talking to her, unless they’re intimidated by the fact that she’s rich and gorgeous.
She’s a bubbly girl and loves to make people smile, she’ll dance in the middle of the park like a mad woman if she think it will make you smile and then she’ll have you do it with her. She’s a ball of energy that hardly ever seems to stop, she’s impulsive which can get her into quite a bit of trouble. You would think with as much moving as she does that she can’t just stop and talk and to a point that’s true, but there are time where she’ll sit with you and actually listen, in fact she’s actually really good at listening more than talking, so she tends to have a lot of friends who like to talk and she listens. If you’re down she’ll try and make you laugh and if you can’t, if it just hurts to bad she’ll sit with you and wait for it to pass. The Girl loves laughing what can I say, she feels as long as she’s laughing she’s not sad. Though almost everyone knows that’s not really true, you can laugh when you’re sad, but whatever it’s they way she thinks. She’s fearless and rarely thinks about her actions a head of time
Harley doesn’t need to be around people who are wild and crazy because she’s that way all on her own, she just needs people who can handle her. Now we’ve talked about her bubbly and energetic side, but there is more to her than that, she’s actually pretty smart even though her sudden bouts of ditziness can make people think other wise. I’m not saying she’s a straight A student, that’s her brother, she was more of the sporty one growing up. She holds her own in a classroom. Like it was stated earlier she can sit down and have a serious conversation, I mean at the end of the day if you are her friend she’d gonna be there for you. Most people find Harley’s energetic personality to be enthralling and captivating, but usually people like her more when they find out that she has a mellow laid-back side as well. She can be mellow and she is when she feels she needs a break, but she gets itchy if she sits still for far too long and if she hasn’t done anything to get her energy out in a few days.
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER ,
Jaclyn Ann Jameson-Quinn – the fair haired beauty worked as a CEO of her fathers fortune five hundred company from the age of twenty-three when her father tragically passed away. Unfortunately through out Jaclyn’s thirty-five years she’d been battling with severe depression, she lost that battle at the age of thirty-five when she took her life.
FATHER ,
Brian Kellen Quinn – the father of two grew up in Maryland and found a love of comic books at an early age. he works as a graphic novel illustrator, so naturally he named his daughter after a comic book character. His wife reluctantly agreed as long as she could name the next one. After his wife’s death he took over the company, after realizing that he hated the business world he elected someone else to run it the forty-two year old now works as a well-known and celebrated graphic novelist again, he donates a large amount of his income to charities which has made him somewhat of a public figure in the New York community.
SIBLINGS ,
Henry James Quinn – the boy of the family is just two years younger than his older sister. He is currently attending SoCal University and majoring in literature. His dream is to become the next great American author of the next great amarican novel.
FAMILY PERCEPTION ,
“the Quinn family is a gorgeous family, they all share blonde hair and toned modelesque figures. They seemed to have a fairly normal life, until Jac killed herself, everyone knew she got a little down, but no one knew it was that bad. Anyway after Jac’s death their family dynamic definitely changed, Brian seemed a bit more distant when he took over the company and seemed to lose any parental hold over his children. Things seemed to regulate after a few years and now they are just as charming as they once were, Harley their daughter turned out to be a lovely young lady and their son Henry is going to school to become a writer. They are lovely strong people.”
OVERALL HISTORY ,
It was the mid eighties, perms, leg warmers and tights were all the rage and miss Jaclyn Jameson was no exception she teased her blond locks within an inch of it’s life. The nineteen year old beauty was attending school in New York she came from a wealthy family, he father owning a company that was quickly growing into a multimillion dollar company. She had anything she wanted but she often had extreme highs or extreme lows. A twenty year old Brian Quinn was the poor sap that would fall in love with the tragic blond, but that wouldn’t be for another year, in the mean time Brian worked his ass off; coming from a family that ran on welfare he worked as a grosser and helped out around the house, in his free time he drew comic book characters and one day a man from DC comics asked him to come by his office because he liked his work, Brian was nearly floored what he saw as doodles a business man from his favorite comic company saw it as work. His mother told him to stick to the store that working with comic books was boys job not a mans, Brian went anyway it was his dream to work in comic books and a year later he was an illustrator. That same year Jac was working as a model hitting the runway for world re-known designers, she refused payment and insisted she was doing it for fun, she never thought of modeling as a job. So how would these two gorgeous people meet you ask; at a coffee shop of course Jac grabbed Brian’s coffee by mistake and as she turned to return it to the counter spilt it all over him. Right then and there chemistry sparked and their lives would never be the same.
The two lovers dated for three weeks before Brian knew he wanted to marry her and it took three more to finally get the courage to ask her, they married the next year. It was a lavish wedding with socialites, actresses, businessmen and their mistresses. Wealthy people terrified poor Brian, he could handle anything, he was fearless until it came to people who blew four thousand dollars on a cocktail dress. After the wedding they started their life, bought an pent house in New York, went to lavish events with each other; Brian always staying close to Jaclyn for comfort, after time Brian would get comfortable enough around the intimidating rich and famous, but it took some time. two months into their marriage they got their first big gift a baby after several ultrasounds they found it was a girl. Almost instantly Brian begged his wife if they could name their daughter Harley, he’d heard about a character in the works for an animated Batman series with the name Harley Quinn who played the jokers girlfriend and like most Brian’s favorite comic book character was The Joker.
She reluctantly agreed and they compromised and came up with Harlow Marie Quinn, a month after she was born her mother Jaclyn decided she didn’t want to raise children in the city so they moved away to Maryland; Brian’s home state. They moved to a town somewhere around Ocean City and settled into a white house on a lake that looked like it was right out of a movie, there was tons of room for Harley to run around as she grew up, when Harley was two her parents sat her down and told her she was going to have a brother, of course Brian had plenty of ideas, but Jaclyn said that if he got to name her daughter, she got to name his son. He agreed after all it was only fair. Through out their marriage it didn’t take to long to figure out that Jaclyn had only two moods very high and very low. When she was high she was undeniable, but when she was low she was unbearable for those who loved her, she’d stay in bed for days refusing to get up, of course her husband and family tried to get her help her parents had been trying since this developed, but she would just get furious. In their first few years she had less lows than highs.
Sometime after Henry was born Jaclyn’s father died and left her to run his company, she was in bed for six weeks before she could get out of bed and run the company after that, the bad spells came more often. However the little blond Harley proved true to her namesake, as the character who didn’t show up until she was four turned out to be a blond, blue-eyed ball of energy. Harley was just that as she grew older her eyes fluctuated between blue and green. Little Harley was always energetic she constantly ran around out side and got her pretty little dresses dirty. As Harley grew up she had a fairly normal life when her mother was having a good spell and she learned fairly quickly how to deal with her mother during her bad spells. Harley father was glad that neither Harley nor Henry seemed to have their mother’s sickness; Of course they were still young. Harley made two really good friends through her mothers new friends who had children, Harley always made friends quickly just like her dear old mom.
Harley and her friends became the three musketeers and continued to be friends even as they grew up and into their own very different personalities. Harley joined the gymnastics team and the pee-wee soccer team when she six, the three girls were very different from each other Harley was out going and energetic, Jamie was really shy and Ainsley was very abrasive and out spoken. Ains was the type that if you didn’t agree with her opinion you were the anti-Christ, but the other two put up with it because they were friends and could always calm her from her tantrums. As Harley grew up she made friends naturally, but none of them were as close to her as Ainsley and Jamie, in sixth grade her nickname from her less friendly friends was Malibu Barbie she hated it because it implied she was dumb which she didn’t feel she was. Unfortunately it stuck until junior high, most likely because she moved away after her last year of junior high.
The year she was supposed to enter high school her mother committed suicide in the summer, at the funeral her friends tried there best to comfort her, but nothing really could. After the funeral Harley decided that she wasn’t going to be sad about it, because being so sad scared her, she was afraid that she’d do the same as her mother. Shortly after her mother’s death Brian inherited the company, he decided he couldn’t do what his wife did and work from Maryland that they would have to move to New York again, but everyone knew it’s because he couldn’t be in the house that his wife killed herself in. They moved to New York and Harley was of course mad at him for taking her from her best friends. Harley’s first day of school was spent like most kids spend their first day at a new school, frantically looking for classrooms, trying to keep up with their curriculum, the only thing she wasn’t afraid of that most kids are terrified by was lunch, she knew she could find someone who’d sit with her. She met up with some people that she knew from trips to New York with her mother and summers that she’d spent there.
Slowly she grew into her new life and became quite the party girl, after all her family was rich, her father had become the people he feared by giving large chunks of change to charities, the city labeled him a humanitarian. Harley Got into trouble with all the partying, she was drinking far to much, waking up in place and not remembering how she got there, when he father found out what she was doing, he decided he was spending far too much time away from home and truthfully he hadn’t been happy since he stopped drawing, so he handed the company over to his best friend who manages the Jameson’s company and went back to drawing for graphic novels he became very famous in his field and is known as one of the best illustrators in the business. In her senior years Harley decided she wanted to clean up her act and she was going to use college to do it.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
Chuck was still in her class room, almost all the other teachers had returned home and the only ones left in the school were janitors sweeping the halls. Chuck decided she’d rather be at home curled up on her chair or sitting at her desk that was somehow much more comfortable than the one she had at school. she sighed as she threw the papers in to her caramel colored bag and stood up to her normal five foot six frame and turned the small desk lamp off before making her way to the doorway where she turned off the over head lights, she said a mental goodnight to her classroom and left. Chuck waved at the janitor, he was an old man named jasper and Chuck got a warm and fuzzy feeling from him like the kind you get after visiting you grandfather “have a nice night jasper” she said with a dimpled smile, Jasper returned the favor and told her to take care in his thick French accent, Chuck tipped her head to Jasper. She left through the large heavy wooden doors of Paris Prep, she was within walking distance to her home, which she loved because she didn’t have to drive an hour to go to work like some people in Paris.
The only thing that was a little bit uncomfortable for her was walking alone at night, but she took some boxing so she was pretty sure she could take care of herself, then again punching a little foam mitt that wasn’t fighting back wasn’t hard-core experience. Chuck smiled to herself as she though of some one jumping out behind a corner with big foam circles on their hands. Chuck knew she had a bunch of papers to grade and she knew she was going to be up all night anyway, so when she strolled past faure café, she decided it couldn’t hurt to get a Mocha frappichino, Chuck was this type of girl when it was cold she still ordered things like ice cream and in the summer sometimes she would drink hot chocolate, she knew most people found it weird, but she really didn’t see anything wrong with it she just ate whatever she wanted and didn’t really take the weather into consideration which sometimes she regretted, but whatever everyone has a few regrets in their life even stupid silly ones like eating ice cream on the coldest day of the winter.
Chuck strolled into the café, she knew it was late, but she was just planning on getting a mocha frappe and get out of there, she made a bee line to the counter without taking in her surroundings “hi sorry to bother you so late, but can I get a Mocha Frappichino please?” she said flashing a smile, the barista nodded, as Chuck waited for her Frappichino she looked around and notice I man who looked far too familiar, she smiled “ed?” she asked across the room, she knew after a second that she hadn’t gotten it wrong; it was definitely Ed the barista gave her the frappichino she ordered she thanked the barista and paid for her iced beverage. She made her way threw the tables and threw her arms around his shoulders giving him a brief hug, if there was one thing that Chuck could not live without it would probably be hugs “how are you?” she asked with a smiled releasing his shoulders. Some people got annoyed with Chuck always hugging people, but she’s just that type of person she’ll hug you when she first meets you in stead of a hand shake you get a hug, she had gotten that from her father. He would shake hands and then pull you into a hug, Chuck loved that about her father, he was always so affectionate and she was glad that she had gotten that trait from him.
Chuck sat down across from Ed and took a sip of her coffee, she was waiting for him to answer her about how he was doing. Chuck hoped that she wasn’t spooking Ed to much with how forward she was being she knew he was an awkward guy. Well he was awkward since she’d met him, he may have been different in his earlier years she couldn’t really tell you, they’d never talked in depth about their childhoods they’d never really talked about anything personal to tell you the truth. One thing Chuck always wondered about was why he always smelled sweet like vanilla and cinnamon, she liked that about him because he still had that guy musk with it, it made for a very nice combo. She hated when guys smelled like they bathed in clone, she couldn’t stand most clone it always made her feel like she was choking. She’d take all-natural over clone doused dudes any day, she would take un-showered guys over clone. of course she would never tell a guy that she wouldn’t want them to feel like they didn’t have to shower anymore. She smiled her dimpled smile at Ed awaiting his answer patently, she felt as if she’d been waiting forever, but that was only because of her rapid raising thoughts, only milliseconds had passed by.
` DRIVING ALL THE BOYS WILD « Result #8 on Dec 1, 2008, 4:57pm »
BECAUSE INNER BEAUTY DOESN'T GET YOU LAID . , ARIEANNE CASPER POET QUENTIN-RHYS . .
FULL NAME , arieanne casper poet quentin-rhys
NICKNAMES , arie, the friendly ghost, queenie
AGE , twenty
BIRTHDAY , february fourteenth
SEXUALITY , straight
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , model ; famous
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , arieanne is as blonde as the night is dark. most of it is naturally, but not all. in this day and age models are expected to have amazing hair, so arie's is bleached lighter to suit her complextion. she attends the hairdressers regularly to keep it in high-class editoral condition. its parted and styled differently everyday because, as the cliché goes, variety is the spice of life. modelling takes its toll on arieanne's hair - backcombing, hairspray, teasing, hair dye...it's all pesticides to arie's poor hair.
EYES , when arie was born her eyes were a bright blue with a sharp yellow rim around the outside of the iris. as the years past her eyes developed along with everything else. the blue slowly changed to green and the yellow to amber. these days slight patches of grey can be seen in the emerald if one looks carefully. arieanne's eyes are very large and round in shape - rather than the typical 'almond shape' - and due to this she is often referred to as bambi. they are rimmed with sets of strong, long black lashes that arie keeps healthy with a touch of vaseline everynight.
FACE , arieanne has a very very lightly tanned complextion. it is not pale or washed out but there is very little colour in it. she's got a small nose, but full pale pink lips.
BUILD , arieanne is slim and slender like most runway and editoral models are. her limbs and stomach are toned through various cardio workouts plus yoga.
CLOTHING STYLE , jetting to shoots cocktails turned shots with the girls clubbing downtown
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , arieanne has each ear pierced in the lobe twice, as well as her belly-button. she has three tattoos which are covered by make-up or retouched in her shoots. she has the words 'memento mori' in swirly script on her wrist, which translates to 'remember you are mortal' in latin. in rememberence of her father she has the black mickey mouse outline on her foot- as her earliest memories involve him taking her to disneyworld on day trips. her final tattoo is that of a pair of angel wings which are tattooed onto her hips.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , arieanne is five foot twelve, 110lbs.
PLAY BY , alexandra tretter.
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES , crazy rooftop parties, tattoos, remembering her night from the polaroid photos on the wall, raybans, cute and rugged guys, cigarettes, smokey clubs, regular english tea, manicures, bad gal eyeliner, fendoras, clumpy mascara, making an entrance, comedy, wandering the streets with no plans, holidays.
DISLIKES , early mornings, being bored, rules, overexageration, really long queues, people who don't make a difference, stubborness, self-help books, gossip.
STRENGTHS , warming your day with a smile, sarcasm, throwing the best parties, cooking.
WEAKNESSES , lying - she can't tell a lie for all the money in the world, forgetfulness, cleaning and organinzing, sticking to a budget.
SECRETS , she had an abortion at sixteen, though not of her own choice.
HABITS , telling pretty much everything to strangers, striking up a conversation from nowhere, being hostile when she believes people have alterior motives.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , unbelieveable. arieanne's childhood next door neighbour. 'when i met arieanne we were four. we were next door neighbours, and i was sent to arie's for the day because my mother said my au pair had to 'go home'. in reality she'd been caught sleeping with my father. yeah. so, anyway, i went to aries. we spent the afternoon drawing on the walls in crayons, pictures of our marriages and our limos and our butlers. i said to arie that we'd get in trouble but she told me to shut it and flounced off. the rest of the afternoon we made cakes, with various ingriedients - including large quantities of gin. i heard that she's an alcoholic know, you know what i bet it all started from a young age. well, arie really is unbelievable. that's all i have to say about her. when i told my mother about that day i was banned from talking to her again.' sweet-talker. arieanne's highschool headteacher. 'arieanne always found a way to get us round her perfectly polished pinky finger. although she attended one of the best schools in the country arie always found the need to bend the rules. we were leniant after her fathers death sometimes she went that little bit too far. there were various counts of smoking, alcohol consumption and drug taking on campus. in addition, arieanne and another male student broke into the swimming pool in the early hours of the morning for 'a late night swim', although the amount of swimming that occured is unknown. there were times when we debated where arieanne would graduate but we pride ourselves on providing brilliant teaching to all students regardless of their behaviour. plus, her mother gave us a stackload of money to build a new gym centre. fecking ridiculous. arieanne's brother. 'fecking ridiculous, that sums up arieanne. now fuck off i'm trying to sleep.'
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , bridget alanna marie quentin, fifty-two, interior designer
FATHER , oscar reginald jonas rhys, deceased
SIBLINGS , oscar blake keegan quentin-rhys II, twenty-seven, actor nathaniel chace jonas quentin-rhys, twenty-four, party-boy and part time architect intern
FAMILY PERCEPTION , bridget quentin. mother. 'arieanne seems to be misguided in her life right now. if only she could harness her creative soul and send it in the correct direction then she could be on the pathway to happiness.' oscar quentin-rhys II. brother. 'queenie is such a dork it's quite ridiculous. i love her with all my heart, and she is a brilliant aunt to my children but sometimes i wish she though before she acted.' nathaniel quentin-rhys. brother. 'arie and i live together and it really works. we're both pigs and totally lazy so she doesn't nag me like our mother or oscar would. meh, she's a cool kid, but she's had to grow up pretty fast'.
OVERALL HISTORY , BABY. bridget and oscar never married. they just weren't that type - much to the disgust of their parent's and their social circle. to have two children out of wedlock was bad enough but when little arieanne was born the world seemed to scream 'three's a crowd'. arieanne was born in a hospital in southern italy - where bridget believe no-one could find them. how wrong she was. when the proud parents left the hospital the next day they were surronded by photographers shoving their cameras into their sleeping baby's face. for most parents this would be most unusual. but oscar rhys was one of the fineist directors of his time. he'd worked with everyone, and his gorgeous, daughter-of-a-oil-billionaire wife was always central to media attention. TODDLER. arieanne grew up with her two brothers in california, along with whichever various nanny or au pair their mother had hired that week. arieanne's parents were hard workers, but while bridget let her work consume her, oscar was always careful to spend time with his family. bridget was spend time in the city as a stockbroker in precisley pressed black pinstriped suits, carried a gold embossed leather briefcase. her father was completely different. even when he was working on a film he'd wear worn-in cords, a fading polo shirt and a soft leather and suede jacket that smelt of herbal cigarettes and whisky. CHILD. arieanne grew into her own as a child. she began to boss others around and find her feet as a childstar for doing absolutely nothing. her face would be in every magazine as the future icons of the western world. TEENAGER. arieanne's world took off in a spin when she turned thirteen. suddenly she was getting into clubs by using her lastname and the help of her gorgeous, up-and-coming brothers. but aged fifteen it all seemed to come tumbling down around her. her father was attacked coming out of a restaurant. the attackers mugged him, and smashed his head with an iron crow bar - leaving him with serious fractures to the brain and severe blood loss. the paramedics annouced him dead when they arrived. the attackers are due in court soon, but no punishment could make up for how hard this hit arieanne. ADULTHOOD. apparently, when you reach eighteen you are an adult. this is when, in the eyes of the law, you can fend for yourself and make the right decisions. this all seemed too much bother for arieanne. she has just carried on how she did before; partying as much as possible while still posing for the odd photograph.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , isadora AGE , seventeen CONTACT , pm or email
RP SAMPLE ,
Quote:
the way i'm living,
Aleydis rolled onto her stomach, her feet twisted and tangled in the sheets of her large four poster bed. The bed was made of deep brown wood, with chocolate coloured pillars surronded by cream tulle, each tied with a single piece of pink ribbon. Aleydis had had the bed since she was young, and she would spend afternoon playing princess with her best friend. Nothing much had changed, she was still a princess now - just bigger. When she moved to New York Aledyis had demanded that the bed was shipped over, although the cost of insurance and transport was probably worth more than the antique bed itself. The light pink sheets weaved around Aleydis' body, and cream and pink pillows laid scattered across the room. Aleydis moved in her sleep, turning this way and that. Since moving to the city Aleydis had been finding it harder to sleep. It was not the noise. She was used to the hustle and bustle of the city. In fact, it comforted her. It was not home sickness, the only member of her family that Aleydis was close to was currently on the other side of the grand appartment, probably snoring softly, his arm around a Brazillian model.
Aleydis peeked her eyes open. Her curtains were drawn, sheilding the murky room from the bright light that was waiting to escape through the large windows. In the haze, she was able to make out the time on the small clock on her right-hand bedside table; 12.44 PM. It was a Sunday and the weekend was drawing to a close. Tomorrow would be Aleydis' first day at NY High. She squeezed her eyes tight again, thinking that perhaps, if she fell asleep again she'd wake up and it would be yesterday and her ordeal of being 'the new girl' would be delayed further. No such luck. She sighed and hauled herself out of bed. For some reason, once Aleydis had woken she could no longer fall back to sleep, unlike her brother who could sleep through a hurricane. She padded along the wood flooring in her bare feet, stopping to look in the full length mirror that was by her closet door. Her navy blue boxer shorts were hanging procariously off one hip and sagging in the ass. Her white camisole was held on by just one strap, the other falling off the shoulder. Her long blonde hair was sticking up at odd angles and a sweep of black mascara residue led from her left eye to her hairline. But, of course, she still looked hot. She grabbed a black headband from her dresser and used it to pull back her hair, before rubbing a face cleansing wipe at her face to remove the makeup she'd missed the night before. She chucked the cloth into the bin and left her bedroom, closing the white and gold gilt door behind her.
Aleydis walked down the corridor and then down the flight of stairs to the large open plan kitchen. She opened the fridge before slamming it shut again. Although it was filled to the brim with various delieghts nothing took her fancy. Right now she was craving some pan-Asian take-out. She could easily ask Dora to make something but nothing tasted as good as food out of a cardboard box. She pulled the list of numbers off the fridge and picked up the phone, she was about to dial the number when he brother walked in. He was wearing a pair of grey cashmere sweatpants and nothing else, carrying their newest dog Monty under one arm. "Who you calling?" Troy asked, placing the Jack Russell puppy onto the kitchen island counter and sitting on a high stool. Troy was a twenty year old actor, and Aleydis' only real sibling. The pair were close, and he was the reason she'd moved to New York City in the first place. "The Golden Wok," she replied, waving the list of important numbers the pair had complied when they first arrived. It contained every style of takeout imaginable, their parents and friends contact numbers, Troy's agent, Aleydis' school and other things which one wouldn't expect to be necessary but would find themselves calling regularly, such as a manicurist and a plumber. Troy cocked one eyebrow and smirked. "Mmm," he said licking his lips, "Get me the usual." As he poured two glasses of orange juice Aleydis phoned the number.
"Hello? Yes I'd like a delivery order please. A chicken katsu curry, a teriyaki salmon soba, two portions of duck gyoza and a white chocolate cheesecake." The order was long and filling but as Troy and Aleydis had discovered when they first arrived, The Golden Wok was the best take-out in the entire city. Aleydis gave the man at the phone her address and hung up. "Twenty minutes" she told Troy. She drank her orange juice and the pair talked and played with Monty. Midway through their conversation, a tall and leggy girl appeared from upstairs wearing a red lace underwear set and a white blouse with only three buttons done up. Classy. "Troy, I woke up and you were gone," she said, her voice thick with a French accent. She nuzzled her head into his neck and whispered something in his ear before wandering off in search of the bathroom. "I lose." Troy stared at Aleydis. "I guess she'd be Brazillian. French, eh? Nice," she explained. Troy through a green apple at Aleydis and she just rolled her eyes. Their friendly battle was interrupted by the buzzer of the intercom. Aleydis buzzed back, unlocking the door before descending down another flight of stairs where she opened the door to her delivery. "Hey," she smiled. "How much?
Re: `DRIVING ALL THE BOYS WILD « Result #9 on Dec 1, 2008, 4:56pm »
bugger, to the extreme
my account has decided to block me - so i'm now on this one. this is still isadora but i will copy and paste this into a new application under this username. stupid to the extreme but what you gonna do?
dodging glances on the train ` « Result #10 on Nov 30, 2008, 10:39pm »
"I know I'm messed up, and I know I should die, but I'm still here." , adam ezekiel blank. .
FULL NAME , adam ezekiel blank
NICKNAMES , zeke, but only by close friends.
AGE , twenty-three
BIRTHDAY , november 16
SEXUALITY , sex is sex and love is love, he'll go for anything.
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , as far as his occupation goes, adam is the type of guy that works a million random jobs based on what people need him for. first and foremost he spends his nights sitting in the back of clubs with pockets full of pills of all kinds, though no matter what all are illegal. he's a destiute and rather willing to admit it as long as he doesn't believe you'll go running to the cops or are one.
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , Adam is a boy with brown hair. Its not too dark, but he wouldn't consider it to be light brown even though compared to most it is rather light. when it grows it becomes rather floppy and he really doesn't do anything about it. The top is always longer than the sides and it straight most of the time. If it gets too long a bit of a wave appears, but the moment its that long he's usually planning on getting it cut. Really he doesn't take care of his hair, he just wakes up and allows it to look however its going to look. One thing for certain about his hair is that it will never grow longer than his chin on its sides and he'll never shave his head bald, though a buzz isn't out of the question in the summertime.
EYES , Adam's eyes aren't anything amazing. They're not tiny, but they're not so big that they stand out predominantly on his face. The coloring is rather interesting. Some days they're a rather brilliant blue and other days they're much more of a green color. It changes with each day so he really doesn't ever know what color they are, but he doesn't really care either.
FACE , Adam has a strong face in shape at least. His features in themselves are all pretty rounded, but not too much. He has a pretty face really. Everything is rather well proportioned and he has a generally rather masculine appearance without being too manly.
BUILD , Standing at only about six foot, Adam is still rather well built. He's not some skinny kid, in fact, he's in excellent shape. His muscles are all rather well toned and he's proud to show that. He's never been one to allow himself to gain weight unless in muscle. When it comes to his body he likes the idea of being in top shape, especially for his profession.
CLOTHING STYLE , Depending on the day you could meet many different Adam's as far as his dress goes. He's not one to leave the house looking like a mess as far as clothes go and that's really all that can be counted on. He rather enjoys wearing t-shirts and jeans, but other days he's much more interested in a much more tailored look. His general look is a shirt and jeans, but other days he has something else including a jacket or a pair of nice pants. Really though, Adam is the type to just keep comfortable. onetwo[url] [url=http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z39/cullenblack13/Jake%20Gyllenhaal/5bddf2bc.jpg]three
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , Honestly, there isn't anything that is too noticable on Adam. for anybody to know its him for sure they usually just need to see a good part of his face. Sometimes his hair when the top is extra crazy one day can be noticable, but Adam isn't the type to really stand out completely in the world.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , Adam stands at about six foot and depending on who he's around that's all the height he needs or way too short for his liking. Either way, he has learned to just accept it when he's annoyed about being the shortest guy in a group. Weight wise, he's somewhere around one hundred and sixty pounds or so, though he doesn't weigh himself too much since he bases it more size than weight since he knows muscle ways mroe than fat.
PLAY BY , jake gyllenhaal
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES , cocaine, night clubs, fights, traveling, motorcycles, waking up alone, adrenaline rushes, mexican food, rain, girls that stand out, boys that blend in, sharing a smoke, stealing, nice shoes, whiskey, starbucks coffee, being cooked for, losing track of time.
DISLIKES , cops, drag queens, kids, losing boxers, dealing with other dealers, movie theaters, clingy girls, being cheated on, losing money, cats, rockstars, funerals, going home, video games, cuddlers, too many piercings, lipstick, fish, animal products.
STRENGTHS , Adam can spot a lie almost a mile away if its somebody he doesn't fully trust he's talking to, he's great with money and math, he's always faithful, he usually won't screw a friend over.
WEAKNESSES , He's paranoid beyond belief, its hard for him to trust, he runs from love, the idea of being cared for pisses him off.
SECRETS , he has been in love once and never told the girl, he won't deal a drug he uses, he believes that he might as well just kill himself but doesn't have the guts to.
HABITS , being late, looking over his shoulder and around in general, tapping his toe.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , Paraniod Anybody that plans on trying to get to know Adam at all needs to know that he's probably one of the most paranoid people that you'll ever meet. He realizes exactly how much of a risk he's put himself in by chosing the profession that he chose and he really isn't comfortable with it. Of course he's always been this way. Whenever he's out and about, especially at night, he's always worried about something or another. When he's not worried about the general surroundings, he worries that something is going to happen with his apartment or that somebody will be there when he gets back. He's never really sure who he can and can't trust and he's always accusing people of the most insane acts.
Smart Despite his current lifestyle, Adam really is a smart guy. In school he got amazing grades and he was accepted to Columbia and though he didn't graduate, he was doing perfectly well at the school. He can do rather advanced mathmatics in his head and can usually figure out how much change he needs before the register making him able to make giving change easier on the cashier by making there be less coins or bills to give him. He understands a lot about the world and can name lots of random information about history or science. He's also pretty street smart and can read people rather well making it easy for him to realize when somebody is lying or having a problem or really anything about people in general.
Alone No matter how many people are around him, Adam never feels like there's anybody else in the world like him. He's honestly unable to connect with other humans all that well therefore he doesn't really have that many friends, but at the same time people he doesn't want to be close to always talk to him because he never tells them to go away, but still there are only a few people in the world that can make him feel like he's not alone.
Passive Now, if he's ever assulted or pushed to a point where he can't take it, Adam will do something about it, but for the most part he doesn't seem to care. When there's somebody around him he doesn't care for that much or he's being forced to do something he'd rather not do he really won't speak up. He doesn't like the idea of ruffling feathers if he doesn't have to. Really he allows people to walk over him a bit because he really just doesn't seem to care. He's soft spoken when he doesn't feel a need to raise his voice.
Aggressive Now, when it comes time that he really can't deal with things anymore his long fuse shortens a tremendous amount. Its almost insane how quick Adam can go from calm to ready to pull a gun out on a person. The moment his fuse has come to an end things get a bit crazy. He'll pull out insults from nowhere and really takes things further than they need to be taken. Its probably all his built up paranoia, but the moment he snaps he does so really well, meaning that he has a lot to work through in his mind and somebody might really get hurt.
Clear Headed It takes a lot to get in the way of anything Adam has put his mind to. He's not that easily distracted by anything except maybe cocaine, which is the only drug he's addicted to. Basically he doesn't let dreams or people get in his way because he has an insane trip on reality and to get in the way of his plans you have to be somebody rather special.
Overall Good Guy Despite his job and his ability to knock teeth clear out of a mouth, Adam is a good guy. He doesn't like to get in other people's ways and he doesn't like to complain. He's willing to talk to anybody and give anybody the chance to become something more than a face to him, of course that takes a while for them to achieve. He's just a really guarded sort of person who isn't willing to go out and shake hands with everybody he meets and bring them back to his place for coffee, but he'll give everybody a chance. He's a nice guy, but he won't let himself get walked over more than just a step on the toe or two.
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , Sandra Marie Blank - 51 - journalist
FATHER , Sal Jacob Blank - deceased - computer technician
SIBLINGS , none
FAMILY PERCEPTION , "That poor Blank family. The father died when the boy was only three years old leaving that poor mother to do nothing. She's seemed to have had a lot of men in there over the years, but they never seem to stick around all that long, its a shame. That boy really does need a good role model. He always seemed to be sneaking out of the house and being brought home early in the morning by cops. Its a surprise he ended up in such a good school, but not so much that he threw it all away because of that girl. I knew she'd be trouble, even when she was just in highschool. Well, now without him around the mom's a wreck, but I guess he doen't really care."
OVERALL HISTORY , "She always used to talk about how in love they were. That they'd planned their lives together after dating for only a year back in high school. Little had she known that a year later when they were both in college and still in love that he would ask her to be his. They were engaged for a really long time. Something about wanting to get out of college first and than focus on a family. Either way, the moment they were both free from education and had a place to live the knot was tied. I was born four months later. Well, looks like they weren't really into that whole saving themselves for marriage thing. Though I don't realy believe all of it completely. I'm sure it was more difficult than she made it out to be, but I never questioned. I'd rather just keep her hapy thiking I believed her to have lived a fairtytale."
"Honestly, from all of the stories that I've heard, it really was a fairytale for the first couple of years. It all had to crash down though. I can remember the day, but only a bit. I'd woken up and crawled from my bed to go to the bathroom. When I went to find mom to get something to eat since dad would have already gone off to work. I looked around for what felt to be too long to try to find where mom was, and finally I found her. She was in her bed laying on top of all of the sheets crying her eyes out. I didn't know what to do so I crawled up next to her and gave her a hug hoping that would help, she ended up still crying, but it seemed to help a bit. Later on that day all my grandparents arrived and I was thrilled, but everybody was sad, I really didn't know what happened. Finally, it was dinner time and I asked where daddy was. Grandma Sylvia asked mom if she'd told me and they argued for a bit. Finally mom sat me down and told me that my dad had gotten into a car crash and he wasn't going to be coming home. I don't think I fully understood exactly what had happened and by time I realized exactly what she'd meant it had been years and I still didn't cry about it. I was upset, yes, but I don't think I ever really cried because I didn't really know what was happening."
"For a few months different relatives would come and stay. It was always fun because they would bring me different presents and stuff like that. I was having a great time, but mom was always sad. I did what I could to help, but it didnt' work. I think it took about a year until she was finally seeming happy again. It took about six months after that for her to come home with her first boyfriend. I really didn't know what to make of the guy. Well, for one thing he was pretty damn ugly, but he was nice, or seemed like he wanted to be, but he didn't last long. I heard one of the neighbors saying that nobody would want to date her with such a young kid running around like I was."
"Elementary school was fun, but I hated going over to other kid's houses because they all had dads. I couldn't help but feel I was missing out on everything a dad had to offer. Mom always had new guys around and sure they would play with me and take me places, but I knew it wasn't the same. They were just trying to impress mommy and I knew the days it worked because I would be told to go over to Jimmy's house to spend the night. Jimmy, well he was my best friend and he would be for years and years we don't really talk anymore though."
"School was okay. I never really tried too hard, but I always seemed to be doing better than the rest of the kids in class, well some of them anyway. Really though, all I wanted was for it to be time for recess, well until middle school at least. In middle school things were a bit different. Things weren't as much fun, but I did get to meet a lot of new people. We lived in a town a few hours north of new york city too so we used to go down to the city on the weekends someIt wtimes and look around, well when mom was dating John at least. I liked John. If I had to chose somebody for her to marry it would have been him, but when he asked her, she said no. They dated for three years and once she told him no, he just stopped calling, but I understood it. I'd had a few girlfriends now and I knew what it was like to just be told it wasn't going anywhere."
"Highschool came really fast and with it came my realization that the idea of sleeping with a boy wasn't the worst thing around. I lost my virginity at a party when I was a freshman and really there isn't much else to the story. I started to snort crack as a junior and my grades still stayed the same as they'd ever been. I was at the top of the class, and I was having the time of my life."
"Really, everything was going perfectly fine in my life until Madeline waltzed her way in. She was a new girl when I was a sophomore, but it wasn't long until she'd completely melted into my crowd. I fell for her hard and fast. I didn't ask her out until we were juniors, but she accepted and things were amazing. We spent most of our time together laughing about sillly things and snorting cocaine together. It was lovely and I knew we would be together for ever, or so that was how things looked than. In our senior year I applied to Columbia and she applied at the new school for design and we were accepted. Both of us would be living in the city having the times of our lives together and I couldn't wait. We bid our parents farewell and hopped into my beaten up sudan to drive down together."
"Freshman year went well, but near the end of it things were on the rocks with us. Near the end of the summer we decided we needed a break, time to see other people and see if things would be okay with the two of us. It was hard on me, but I agreed with it and took the time to explore the other side of my sexuality a bit more since I never really had. Sophomore year flew by and by the end of it she was seeing somebody rather steadily. That summer I ended up getting the worst call of my life. I was living in the city, but had taken a weekend to visit mom at home and make sure she hadn't drown herself in vodka. It was Maddie. She called to tell me that the boy she'd been seeing, Russell, had proposed to her the night before and that she agreed. She told me that she loved me so much and that she felt so much more for Russell than me, making her sure that he was the one since she thought it would be impossible to feel anything even close to what she felt for me. I told her congratulations and that was it. After that everything went downhill."
"I dropped out of college not really seeing a reason to go anymore since I spent most of the time skipping classes and getting high. Somehow or another I ended up selling ecstasy to earn a bit of extra cash so I could do something more than just pay the money I needed to get by and live. Without her I was basically a ghost. I got the wedding invitation about a year ago, I burnt it. I hope that they'd divorced by now and she realizes she never should have tried to replace me. Since I started selling ecstasy I've moved on to harder drugs. I sell most any sort of pill and codine if I can get my hands on it. Really it's a great business. Sometimes I end up working at bars for the night and if a friend ever needs somebody to do something at their job I'm a great fill in. That's all I'm good for these days, filling in the cracks."
"I'm not happy with my life. I"m twenty-three years old and I'm going nowhere. I'm sure I"m going to end up shot and the only person I think I'll ever love married and has probably decided to write me off completely since we haven't spoken since I didn't show up for the wedding. I can't belive she even invited me in the first place some days. I'm a fuck up and I know it. I never visit home because my mom is a raging alcoholic since she knows she'll never marry again and gave up her last chance when she decided that marrying wasn't the thing for her because she was so caught up in Sal. Really, I'm a waste of space, but I don't plan on doing anything about it. I can't do anything about it."
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , sam AGE ,sixteen CONTACT , pm or aim= happyfreak811
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When it came to other people's problems Nik never ran away. He could be counted on like that. The only thing he ever ran from was his own problems really and even that was becoming harder and harder for him to deal with. No, he wasn't strong enough in his own mind to ever really help somebody in a time of need or be their rock, but he liked to help when he could because he wasn't a jerk. Instead he was just a guy that was worried about the world around him. He'd always been nervous about everything and as he got older the nerves never seemed to calm down. When it was time to get into college he was freaking out sure he wasn't even going to get into any of his safety schools and when it came to ever really doing anything he just didn't know what to do. Still, he hid it rather well. Nobody would know that beneath his goofy exterior he was worried about what his next step might possibly bring. He wouldn't let on though, especially around Bambi, especially knowing that he would have to be strong for her. Okay, so there was no clause anywhere that really bonded them with anything except for friendship, but that didn't mean Nik didn't care. No, he cared a lot. If it had been Ariel to tell him that she was going to die in three years he wouldn't have had the same reaction. Sure it would suck ass, but it wouldn't devestate him as much because Ariel was just different than Bambi was. When it came to people he would be keeping in touch with once this was over, Bambi was at the top of the list. There were other people as well, but he couldn't think of who they were right now. Instead he was just going to make Bambi feel better and probably bring her to eat ice cream because well, ice cream made the world a better place.
Growing up Nik never really had to deal with anything bad in his life. Of course he would often complain about not getting the things that he wanted and stamp around demanding attention when he was sick, but nothing horrible happened that he could easily recall. Life was great really until he met Aurora and even that was nothing compared to what Bambi was living through this moment in time. Nik had never known anybody that he was really close with to die and he'd never had lingering thoughts about dying in years to come haunting him. Sure he obviously thought about dying, but that was a more spur of the moment thing. He hadnt had time to think about the fact that he would never have kids and that he'd never know what it was like to not remember that you'd put your glasses on your head. Instead he thought about how much mental pain he was in and how in that immediate moment nothing was ever going to be the same again, and so he chose a path that looked so much better. Now that he was looking at somebody that had no choice he was reminded once more how stupid he'd been. Sure if he were dead he'd never be learning this lesson, but he wasnt and he was looking at somebody that would probably kill (well probably not considering it was Bambi) for the chance to outlive her experation date. Biting his lower lip a bit he looked at the girl nodding and soon grinning at the thought of her throwing a fit in her grave because he'd called somebody else Fawn. Nope, nobody would ever recieve that nickname except for her because Nik loved the way she grinned when he used it and really anybody else smiling about it would probably just send him into some sort of inexplicable fit of rage. Really though the thought of Bambi in the grave sort of dampened the entire thought of being angry and he sighed shaking his head and smiling down at her a bit glad that he was able to help out.
Nik was almost a bit surprised at his reaction. He usually would have been awkward about it and made some reason to leave. Of course he'd still be friends with the person, but he would have been weird about it at first. He might have still been acting a bit strange, but it was passing rather quickly and he was just easing himself into the thought so that things would be easier on Bambi. "I would never disown because that would mean somebody else could steal you away," he said with a pout as he looked down at her. It was true if he saw her walking around buddy buddy with anybody else he'd murder them. It really was all starting to come to him just how much he really did care for Bambi. It was different than how he had felt the last time he'd wanted to be with somebody, but enitrely the same all at once. Nodding a bit he finally stepped back from the girl and looked at the guitar he'd been tuning. "Here, give me a minute to finish up with that guitar and we can go find something to eat or go find a list of things to do so that we don't need to waste the time trying to make one." As he spoke he lifted the guitar up and sat down placing it on his leg. It really only took about ten seconds to finish up with the strings. He was soon putting the guitar into its case and putting the cases back where they belonged. Sure he'd have to come back before the show to tune again after sound checks and warm ups, but at least things were all set for the first time. After all, if the band sounded out of tune warming up they always feared they'd have some sort of a shitty show.
"When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend." , alec madi. .
FULL NAME , Alec Seth Madi
NICKNAMES , Alec
AGE , Twenty-two
BIRTHDAY , March 28
SEXUALITY , Straight
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , Signed folk singer; Musician
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , His hair is thick and dark, and cut with the bang pushed to the side of his face, trailing down just below his eyes but miraciously, thanks to good stylists, remains out of them most of the time.
EYES , Hazel/gray
FACE , Quite a few years ago, his hazel eyes were darkened from hidden secrets and depression - and although those have never quite completely left them, they are a considerable shade lighter. Perfectly shaped, they sit below his eyelashes which are full and thick in a slightly feminish way, but it suits him and balances out his defined face. Below his optics is a nose that isn't too big nor too small, and underneath that are his lips, which instead of full and red, are thin and a soft pink. One could call them "cocaine" lips, and although he is constantly applying chapstick they still end up being cracked and peeling. When he's happy, they pull up into a kind-of half smile, which turns into a full one after a moment or two. He never did get the hang of the smiling thing.
BUILD , He's impossibly skinny, and his ribs jut out unattractively from his skin, as if they want to slice through the thin cage that holds them inside his body. He's short for his gender. His feet are proportioned well to his body and no longer look awkward as they once had, but the curiosity of his hands still hasn't changed. Upon the end of each are five fingers, unnaturally long, and have been mistaken for spiders legs quite a few times before. Though he never complains: this is the secret to why he excels so much in his art.
CLOTHING STYLE , His closet is full of jeans, all of them not too tight but still fitting to his slender frame and attractively hugging his legs and his butt. His shirts range from regular logo tees to long sleeved button ups, all variety of colors spread in his drawers like some clothing rainbow. He is rather fond of sweaters, and likes dark blue ones the best, so accordingly he has many of those. He loves hoodies, and for that reason has about twenty different ones: black zip ups, blue and black striped, purple and plain, you name it, he probably has it. Even in the heat of summer, one will rarely see him without one of his beloved sweatshirts, the hood never pulled up but hanging limply against his back. He is less fond of shoes, and it shows, for he only owns one pair. Black converse hightops are always seen clad upon his feet, and although they are worn down, not yet ripped and dirty. here
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , His unnaturally long fingers, which splay out upon his remarkably normal hands like the legs of some pale, thick spider.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , 5'7;110 pounds
PLAY BY , Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes AND Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
WEAKNESSES , -Alcohol -The lure of girls -Commitments and promises SECRETS , -He's afraid of being alone
HABITS , He tends to bite the ends of his unnaturally long fingers, which if his fingernails end up too short they can seriously hinder his guitar playing abilities.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , To explain Alec's personality, one would have to start with, what he believes, is the essence of his soul. Music. Aided by his unnaturally long fingers, at the age of eight he began taking guitar lessons and immediately excelled at it, gaining the approval from his guitar teacher and his parents, who were thrilled their son had such an amazing talent. But the thing that made him would eventually break him, for he spent all of his time practicing, loving the sound of the chords and loving the feel of the strings under his fingers. He quickly became an outcast and no one even seemed to notice him anymore. He was too shy to approach anybody, and he became the only kid in the eighth grade not to have any friends. This made him retreat inside of himself and he became deppressed, lonely, and he smoked pot every night to escape his own horribly reality. But once he played his first live show, a change came over him, and a huge personality shift occurred.
He was always shy and still is, though much less now then he used to be. He's quiet and not always too talkative, but that doesn't mean hes not thinking of anything - there's always a scatter of ideas playing out in his mind, usually not having any sense of order but making perfect sense to him. The only time he really ever is truly happy is when the guitar is in his hands and the music is flowing out of his fingertips and into the instrument, causing it to produce the beautiful music that had touched people everywhere. He's an incredible writer and lyricist, and accordingly is extremely smart. He can talk about anything from the cells on a leaf to politics to disease, which makes conversation easy to start up with him. He is much older beyond his years and has often been told so. Though when he was younger in his teens he used to believe in crazy concepts such as the Lockness monster, he has grown up much since then and now just shakes his head at those silly ideas.
For a while during his sixteen to late seventeen years he gave up his use of drugs, but has begun to use them again. The tour could be blamed on this, for there are many parties to attend and much booze, plus illegal things that go on. He has picked up his old habits of smoking cigerattes and weed again, though he doesn't really do anything worse beyond that. One thing that has persisted through his life is his love of coffee, and often can be seen at a Starbucks or a Dunkin' Donoughts early in the morning before heading off to various activities.
Being a professional musician and an attractive one at that, he's had multiple experiences with girls and even lost his virginity to one, and though that used to bother him greatly he has accepted it and moved on without looking back. Sometimes he has been known to slip up and hook up with a random girl who absolutely adores him and his music, but it is not a nightly thing. He had one taste of love that caused him two heartbreaks, the second of which proved to be too unbearable for him to handle. Since then, he's been afraid to try and love again.
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , Kiki Madi - a tall, graceful woman with dyed red hair and kind hazel eyes that can twinkle in the right light. She's cheery and a house wife, taking care of laundry and cooking and such.
FATHER , Joe Madi - short and skinny with a head full of blonde hair and soft hazel eyes. He works all day but is always home by six.
SIBLINGS , Bonnie Madi - 16. She's a geek, and disproves of Alec's profession as well as his lifestyle. She has blonde hair and blue eyes.
Lily Madi - 16. She's a brat, and hangs around with the popular group of her school. She loves Alec, but also loves the fame that he brings her, for many of the kids in her school know that she has a famous brother.
FAMILY PERCEPTION , "My family is very supportive," Alec told the interviewer, a glazed, forced smile causing his desperately chapped lips to crack, a line of blood seeping through his mouth. The interviewer turned away, and Alec rubbed his mouth absentmindedly, thinking about how he always lied when it came to this question; because he didn't want everyone thinking he was a heartless asshole who didn't apprieciate the only people that had ever stuck with him through his twenty two years. But in reality, the thought of his parents with their always nagging voices and his little sisters, one of whom was ashamed of him and the other whom just used him to spurt her popularity, he couldn't help but think all the miles he put between himself and his family couldn't ever be far away enough...
OVERALL HISTORY , Once upon a time, he was a completely unhappy, completely solitary kid with no friends and only his guitar to keep him company. At the age of eight he picked up the stringed insturment and began to play the harmony to the song that was playing on the radio at the time. Astonished, his parents looked up from their different activities and rushed him off to a guitar lesson, certain that he had a talent. The teacher was just as surprised, for the little boy with the long dark hair and hazel eyes seemed to already know where to place his fingers, how to strum and run his fingertips through the frets. With a little coaching, he quickly played himself through four beginner songs, knowing them all by heart after the hour lesson ended and his parents came to pick him up. The rest was history: he continued the lessons, and soon reached the level of difficult songs that only the people who had been playing for months and months had reached. The teacher was baffled and amazed - he had never seen such a young talent. The years passed by and as Alec grew, so did his love for the guitar and his ability to play it.
But though his guitar life prospered, his social life fell. It was soon clear in middle school that he was an outcast - no one seemed to have time for him, much less the popular kids. He was shy, and for that reason didn't make any friends. He ended up eating alone during lunch, the only boy without a friend. He didn't talk to anybody an they didn't bother to talk to him. Soon enough he walked through the halls unnoticed, seemingly forgotten by the student body. He didn't raise his hand in class and the teachers were always forgetting his name, always surprised to see him sitting in their class, as if he was a new student that had joined the day before. While the other kids had best buddies and did sports and hung out with their friends, he sat at home alone and pulled the shades shut, not wanting to listen to their jovial cries on the afternoon air. To drown out the noise, he would play his guitar for hours straight until his fingers were ready to fall off, exhausted from the constant plucking. He soon took up writing and constructed his own songs, which spoke of his sadness and lonliness. His parents were rapidly becoming concerned, and they many-a-time tried to get him to go out and find people his own age. He always refused and locked himself away in his room, where they could hear the chords late into the night.
When he was fourteen, he found a new way to find peace. He took up smoking pot in his room, stuffing a towel under the door to hide any unsatisfactory smells from penetrating the rest of the house. He would sit on his bed for hours and rock back and forth, the guitar always poised in his hands, the long fingers always tapping out a tune. Although he was horribly depressed, although he was lonely, in those long nights he found happiness, costing him only a mere ten bucks. But as the months wore on and he asked more and more for money, his parents became suspicious, for Alec had never desired the green paper before. They raided his room eventually, coming up with a single baggy filled with smelly green leaves and a pipe filled with ash. Furious, crying, they told him he was being sent to rehab where he would stay for a few days, to sort out "your little problem" as his father said. Horrified, but having no choice, he packed up his guitar and went.
There were no windows and the inhabits were forced to wear plain white dressing gowns, where they were locked up in their rooms or sent to sit in the game room, where a TV always blared some kind of airplane worthy movie. It was horrible, and as he waited out his stay he lost himself in his guitar, always refusing politely to leave his room. One day, while passing his door, a nurse heard him playing and was brought to tears by the beautifulness of it. She told her husband, who owned a small record company, about him and he arranged for them to meet when his rehab time was over. It ended and he happily went home, glad to be back in his own room and bed and house. The day later the nurse's husband knocked on the door, asking to speak with Alec and his parents. They talked for a long time, got a lawyer to look over the contract that he had produced, and finally struck a deal. Alec was finally about to be paid for what he loved to do: he was going to be a professional musician with a record deal.
Since it was a small place, his first album went quite unknown but by the second the word had spread and they started to sell. Although he wasn't a radio hit, the underground music scene had begun to love him. He was making money, and soon enough he went on his first tour. It wasn't a big thing, just the equipment set up in small community centers and the tickets costing only eight dollars at the door. But still, he had to face his worse fear: socializing. The first date he was terrified. There were only about fifty people crammed into the room, but his hands were shaking so bad he was doubtful he could play, which of course only made him more nervous. And yet, when he stepped up to the mike a roar went up in that little crowd, and a sound like an explosion sounded. He almost jumped back before he realized it was simply people clapping. People clapping for him. They actually liked his music, and they were happy he was there. Alec was astonished, and he proceeded to play the best he ever had, encouraged by fifty screaming throats, who shouted his lyrics and danced around excitedly. This changed the shy, lonely fourteen-year-old boy with no friends: he suddenly felt accepted. And from there, he was able to reconstruct his social life, no longer becoming an outcast but the cute kid with the kind smile and a few good friends. Oh, and of course a record deal.
As he turned fifteen, the CDs were selling better than ever, and the shows were much the same, though he had begun to enjoy himself much more. During this time was when the pressure of lust and love had really begun to take its toll on him, and many times he would be seen talking backstage to a couple of girls who absolutely adored him. The random hook ups were plentiful here, and though it was widely known throughout the tour what he was doing, the guys in the opening bands simply encouraged him, laughing about it. Others disapproved, but they simply shook their heads, not wishing to start a fight that might send the boy over the edge. As these acts persisted, it was clear that Alec had begun slacking in his playing, so it was decided among all someone needed to have a talk with him. But just as they were preparing to do so, salvation came to him quite suddenly.
Though he would never tell anyone, he had lost his virginity in the heat of passion, to someone much older than him. This took a great toll on him and he suddenly looked at the flirting girls with disgust, not wanting their dirty bodies strewn across his. His playing improved dramatically and he was actually partying with the guys instead of locked in a room with a girl, which confused many. They knew better to keep their mouths shut about it, however, and the whole world found out soon enough anyway, through a song he had written, singing about how the woman had called him a little kid and walked away. He held his head up high when he sang it, a furious glint in his hazel eyes, and everyone started to laugh, though there wasn't anything remotely funny about the situation.
And so fifteen turned in to sixteen, and he found himself aboard a long cruise, expected to play quite a few times in various different resturants along the bow. It was here that he met the girl and found his first taste of love. Her name was April, and her face was beautiful, her eyes always twinkling, her personality being just as attractive. He knew from the start that she was engaged and pregnant, though she was the same age as him. She was ridiculously in love, and Alec resented it. He wanted her so bad that he had never felt any emotion so powerful in his life. It was different from lust, it was different from loving his family. It blinded him and caused him to do something that would just end up as an embarrassment, though he never regretted it.
He invited her to one of his shows, which was to take place at a fancy restaurant. Though she had no idea, he had composed a song about her, and he entered the stage, seeing her twinkling eyes just below him. "This is for you, April," He had said, and continued to play the song. At the end her face had betrayed shock and anger, and they had gotten in to a horrid fight, as well as almost getting beat up by April’s fiancée. His heart was broken, and the pain he felt he thought would surely kill him. But he loved her enough to accept her choice and tried to keep touch with her after the cruise ended, though eventually they stopped talking. The pain had disappeared and now he only felt a dull pang when thinking about her, which had begun to fade, too. Despite this, however, many talked about how he had never been the same, and his outlook on life had darkened considerably.
He had decided to move and he obtained his own apartment, for he was hoping that the memory of April would completely fade if he got a change of scenery. However, while out one night he saw her – changed, sad, but still his beautiful April. And such a feeling of love rose up in him that he knew he had never gotten over her, he had just been fooling himself that he had. And she came with the news that her babies had died and her fiancée had left. Although these facts should have made him feel bad for her, he couldn’t seem to get the glee out of his eyes. He finally had a chance with her.
A few weeks later he had been feeling slightly down and hoping to up his mood, he went to her dorm, and entered without knocking, figuring that since the door was open it was okay to intrude. He was wrong. Sprawled upon her bed was April and her new boyfriend, a burly boy named Damon who looked almost exactly like her ex, Jacob. Alec felt as though his heart had simply died; he couldn’t recall ever feeling such agony. In a raging storm he ran up to the pair and pulled April to the ground, the result being that she began to cry and Damon kicked his ass for his foolishness.
It seemed that Alec’s depression would finally break him down. He wrote a song and sent the lyrics to April, and although she didn’t realize it the lyrics were actually a suicide note. He positioned himself comfortably on her floor with his guitar and downed a bottle of little pills, waiting for death to come and take him away.
He woke up in a hospital bed, groggy and confused. April had found him before he was too far gone, and the doctors had pumped his stomach, saving his life. Although at first he felt resentment, considering he had wanted very much to die, he began to see the beauty of the world and his love for April diminished dramatically. He was finally getting over her, and his depression seemed to lessen considerably. Life seemed to be getting better for him.
And for awhile, things seemed to be great – his career was finally taking off, and his music was getting more publicity then ever. He began to receive fans from all around, and the tours became more demanding, more time consuming. He didn’t mind, however; he was doing the one thing that he loved to do. And so he obliged and met these standards, happily producing more music and growing more into himself as he did so. He felt that he was finally leaving behind his boyish attitude and really turning into an adult.
These realizations should have brought more responsibility, but not for a twenty-something folk singer. He was free to do whatever he pleased, as long as he kept writing the songs that were bringing the record company so much money. As long as he still played for audiences like he always had, what did they care if he indulged in drugs and alcohol a bit too much? It wasn’t their job to interfere with his life. But as he grew older, he grew bitterer, more resentful towards the world and more of a substance abuser. He wanted to stop questioning things, but he couldn’t seem to get it in his head that some things were best left alone.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , Bella AGE , Fifteen CONTACT , aim; tessulamoo
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Another night, another show. He hadn't even produced his next record yet, and still he was expected to preform every weekend at the same venue. It wasn't like being on tour, where there were new places and new faces to be seen, and the constant that was this place was really getting to him. He was bored with the same kids that showed up here every day - sick of hearing their drama shouted across rooms, sick of his name being called in the same voices. Well, that last statement wasn't exactly true; he was flattered by their obvious love for his music, but still, the girls' tended to add a shrill tone to his dubbance that didn't belong there. But as it was, he was a man, after all, and all the feminine attention had been getting to him lately. He noticed it only when he was drunk, for his self esteem seemed to rise like a hot air balloon when he started to feel a little tipsy. It was an awful trait, and he wondered now how many hearts he had broken while messed up. But there was nothing he could do about it now, and he threw the rest of the drink down his throat, where it slid gradually into his stomach. He grabbed his guitar and headed for the stage, ready to do the job he had so wanted when he was younger. But now, it seemed like an annoyance.
There was nothing he'd rather do, though, thought Alec, as he strummed his guitar lightly for the faces that showed up here devoutly every Saturday. It was slightly sickening, the way they never wavered in their routine. He would have thought that they would have somewhere else to go, but then again, he wouldn't know much about the normal lives of teenagers and kids. He hadn't even left his house unless forced to from the age's ten to thirteen, Alec sternly reminded himself, so at least these people were doing something if not productive, it helped them socially. He had no right to stand here and judge them, and yet their wails and cries of delight seemed to sting his ears rather then please them tonight. Maybe he just hadn't drank enough.
"If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that, and the truth is that I can't hardly wait, and I don't care if we stay up too late."
At the end of his set he waved to the crowd a final time, happy to get away from the loud noise that they were making. The backstage was no more quiet, but it was easier to breathe here then where all those expectant people were staring at him. He heaved a huge sigh, which he seemed to do quite a lot these days, and picked up another bottle. It was good that he had an endless supply of them stored away in some distant refrigerator on the other side of the room, for he went through them at an alarming rate. But the routine was so common that no one spared him a glance as they passed by. A different seventeen-year-old might have been snapped at for underage drinking, but not the famous musician who was making his record deal quite a bit of money. But that was how it was; as long as he was playing like he always did and not hurt or dead, they didn't care about his mental well-being at all. Maybe that's why I'm so bitter, he pondered, as he downed another bottle, the warmness beginning to travel to the very tips of his toes.
He looked up to see a gaggle of girls heading his way, no doubt aiming straight for his short, yet slightly lanky frame. With a groan that went unnoticed by the gang, they rushed up to him, their faces alight with some kind of sexual wanting. He knew that look very well: he had seen it on many before, including himself, that one time he had looked in the mirror while drunk. He looked them over, appraising them, and saw that they weren't that good-looking, despite that they had poured on the makeup and pretty clothes, perhaps to impress him. He never understood why women did this, for he sure as hell hadn't tried to dress in a special way for his show. In fact, he was wearing a rather bland outfit: a pair of black jeans with a gray long-sleeved T-shirt. But this wasn't unusual for his style. He hardly bothered with what he wore, and he never had.
Alec smiled and nodded at the girls mechanically, and spared a glance towards the place where the bottles were stored. Although he was slowly beginning to feel free, the sensation hadn't spread all through his limbs yet, which was his angle while drinking. He wanted to be completely gone, so much that the girls in front of him maybe wouldn't look so undesirable anymore. He felt a stab of warmness near his pelvis area, for it had been a long time since he had gone a Saturday without a hook up. He remembered being sixteen and being detoxed off of girls' fake love, but he couldn't ever imagine himself going to the place again. It was safer, it made him a better person, but in all truth he really just didn't want to give up that one small comfort. The booze wouldn't let him.
He wondered if excusing himself from the girls' presences would be rude, and just as he was best deciding how to go about it, he caught sight of a burst of bright orange hair. At first he had thought that he had imagined it, for so quick did he avert his eyes that it appeared as a blurred face and something like fire. But as he glanced back he saw that he wasn't mistaken; a girl stood there, looking a bit annoyed and as bored as he felt. He stared at her openly, amazed that he hadn't taken notice to her before. She was so much prettier then her friends that the comparison was laughable, and he suddenly felt obliged to keep the girls' that were so interested in him talking. He wanted to sidle up to the orange-haired woman and embrace her in his arms, for so great was his sudden desire that he had to mentally shake himself and push it back down. It would have to wait.
"Can I offer you ladies a drink?" He said attractively, smiling crookedly and invitingly as he strode over to the fridge, opening it and revealing the liquor inside. He grabbed a bottle labeled Vodka and a few glasses, bringing them back over to where the girls' were standing. With quick, swift hands he poured the liquid into the glasses and handed them to the women one by one, until only the orange-haired girl remained. His hand remained outstretched, the cup slid inbetween his unnaturally long, pale fingers. "For you?" He asked her, a bit of a sexual smirk playing around the edges of his lips.
`DRIVING ALL THE BOYS WILD « Result #13 on Nov 30, 2008, 4:42pm »
BECAUSE INNER BEAUTY DOESN'T GET YOU LAID . , ARIEANNE CASPER POET QUENTIN-RHYS . .
FULL NAME , arieanne casper poet quentin-rhys
NICKNAMES , arie, the friendly ghost, queenie
AGE , twenty
BIRTHDAY , february fourteenth
SEXUALITY , straight
OCCUPATION / MEMBER GROUP , model ; famous
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR , arieanne is as blonde as the night is dark. most of it is naturally, but not all. in this day and age models are expected to have amazing hair, so arie's is bleached lighter to suit her complextion. she attends the hairdressers regularly to keep it in high-class editoral condition. its parted and styled differently everyday because, as the cliché goes, variety is the spice of life. modelling takes its toll on arieanne's hair - backcombing, hairspray, teasing, hair dye...it's all pesticides to arie's poor hair.
EYES , when arie was born her eyes were a bright blue with a sharp yellow rim around the outside of the iris. as the years past her eyes developed along with everything else. the blue slowly changed to green and the yellow to amber. these days slight patches of grey can be seen in the emerald if one looks carefully. arieanne's eyes are very large and round in shape - rather than the typical 'almond shape' - and due to this she is often referred to as bambi. they are rimmed with sets of strong, long black lashes that arie keeps healthy with a touch of vaseline everynight.
FACE , arieanne has a very very lightly tanned complextion. it is not pale or washed out but there is very little colour in it. she's got a small nose, but full pale pink lips.
BUILD , arieanne is slim and slender like most runway and editoral models are. her limbs and stomach are toned through various cardio workouts plus yoga.
CLOTHING STYLE , jetting to shoots cocktails turned shots with the girls clubbing downtown
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , arieanne has each ear pierced in the lobe twice, as well as her belly-button. she has three tattoos which are covered by make-up or retouched in her shoots. she has the words 'memento mori' in swirly script on her wrist, which translates to 'remember you are mortal' in latin. in rememberence of her father she has the black mickey mouse outline on her foot- as her earliest memories involve him taking her to disneyworld on day trips. her final tattoo is that of a pair of angel wings which are tattooed onto her hips.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , arieanne is five foot twelve, 110lbs.
PLAY BY , alexandra tretter.
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES , crazy rooftop parties, tattoos, remembering her night from the polaroid photos on the wall, raybans, cute and rugged guys, cigarettes, smokey clubs, regular english tea, manicures, bad gal eyeliner, fendoras, clumpy mascara, making an entrance, comedy, wandering the streets with no plans, holidays.
DISLIKES , early mornings, being bored, rules, overexageration, really long queues, people who don't make a difference, stubborness, self-help books, gossip.
STRENGTHS , warming your day with a smile, sarcasm, throwing the best parties, cooking.
WEAKNESSES , lying - she can't tell a lie for all the money in the world, forgetfulness, cleaning and organinzing, sticking to a budget.
SECRETS , she had an abortion at sixteen, though not of her own choice.
HABITS , telling pretty much everything to strangers, striking up a conversation from nowhere, being hostile when she believes people have alterior motives.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , unbelieveable. arieanne's childhood next door neighbour. 'when i met arieanne we were four. we were next door neighbours, and i was sent to arie's for the day because my mother said my au pair had to 'go home'. in reality she'd been caught sleeping with my father. yeah. so, anyway, i went to aries. we spent the afternoon drawing on the walls in crayons, pictures of our marriages and our limos and our butlers. i said to arie that we'd get in trouble but she told me to shut it and flounced off. the rest of the afternoon we made cakes, with various ingriedients - including large quantities of gin. i heard that she's an alcoholic know, you know what i bet it all started from a young age. well, arie really is unbelievable. that's all i have to say about her. when i told my mother about that day i was banned from talking to her again.' sweet-talker. arieanne's highschool headteacher. 'arieanne always found a way to get us round her perfectly polished pinky finger. although she attended one of the best schools in the country arie always found the need to bend the rules. we were leniant after her fathers death sometimes she went that little bit too far. there were various counts of smoking, alcohol consumption and drug taking on campus. in addition, arieanne and another male student broke into the swimming pool in the early hours of the morning for 'a late night swim', although the amount of swimming that occured is unknown. there were times when we debated where arieanne would graduate but we pride ourselves on providing brilliant teaching to all students regardless of their behaviour. plus, her mother gave us a stackload of money to build a new gym centre. fecking ridiculous. arieanne's brother. 'fecking ridiculous, that sums up arieanne. now fuck off i'm trying to sleep.'
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , bridget alanna marie quentin, fifty-two, interior designer
FATHER , oscar reginald jonas rhys, deceased
SIBLINGS , oscar blake keegan quentin-rhys II, twenty-seven, actor nathaniel chace jonas quentin-rhys, twenty-four, party-boy and part time architect intern
FAMILY PERCEPTION , bridget quentin. mother. 'arieanne seems to be misguided in her life right now. if only she could harness her creative soul and send it in the correct direction then she could be on the pathway to happiness.' oscar quentin-rhys II. brother. 'queenie is such a dork it's quite ridiculous. i love her with all my heart, and she is a brilliant aunt to my children but sometimes i wish she though before she acted.' nathaniel quentin-rhys. brother. 'arie and i live together and it really works. we're both pigs and totally lazy so she doesn't nag me like our mother or oscar would. meh, she's a cool kid, but she's had to grow up pretty fast'.
OVERALL HISTORY ,
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME , BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND .
HAIR, nat's hair has always been her favorite thing about herself besides her bod that is. she has never died it any weird colors or anything she has always kept it the same old color being brunette with her natural blonde highlights. she has never really cut her hair really short so its always been just about the same length. she usually just cuts off the dead ends. her hair has a natural shine to it most of the time.
EYES , intense pale blue. not everything is what it seems when you look into her eyes. there is much more to them then just plain color. they look so intense and out of this world. they are something you have defiantly never seen in your life. they are full of so much life and beauty. you wouldn't know what to think. it is hard to read her feelings by the looks in her eyes because she hides it with the intensity.
FACE, many of times has this young lady been told she looks just like her mother. truth be told she didn't look like either of them. she has never looked like either of them. she oddly looked like her mailman rather than any of her parents.
BUILD , natalie does not have a very big build to her bod. she actually has a partially slender bod. she has never really been very big in size. some people call her anorexic but she just shuns them. she isn't very strong looking by the looks of it, but underneath her skinny build she does have some muscle. natalie's half father (the mailman) was a rather strong man but his strength didn't really wear off on her during the process.
CLOTHING STYLE , if you dress like natalie then you have got some style! she always shops at american eagle, hollister, forever 21, pac sun, wet seal, and other really popular stores.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES , she is always wearing her hair down and she has the most intense pale blue eyes.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT , height; 5'6" weight; 123 lbs.
PLAY BY , alexis bledel
YOUR HEAD WILL COLLAPSE WITH NOTHING IN IT , AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF "WHERE IS MY MIND" .
LIKES , shopping, guys, flirting, drinking, dancing, writing, drawing, photography, rain, chocolate, sprite, sitrusie drinks, smilie faces, playing her acoustic gutair, blue berries, flowers, sex, kissing, bare feet, the beach, being an actress, sleeping beneath the stars, star gazing, stars, nighttime, meeting new people, compliments, humor, being entertained, music, taking a nap in a hammock on a sunny day, being calm, true blood, the idea of vampires.
DISLIKES , boredum, snow, cold weather, cigarettes, smoke, being seduced, balloons, loud noises, cavities, complication, heartbreak, lizzards, loud music, anger, people that bash on her, abusers, rape, snakes, reading, sarcasm, poison, being punished, those that try and make her angry, abusive relationships, liars, heavy metal.
STRENGTHS , she is sweet, shes always calm, easy to become friends with, she can make you laugh when you don't feel like laughing, she usually makes people smile, handling hard or tough situations.
WEAKNESSES , she sometimes judges people by what they look like, she often falls asleep if she isn't constantly being entertained, she wouldn't know how to handle a fight to save her life.
SECRETS , her mother slept with the mailman and got pregnant with natalie but told her dad that the baby was his even though her mother knew that it was actually the mailman's baby. she has a really wild side that takes allot to get out of hiding unless shes partying. sometimes is teased by her name.
HABITS , she is always looking for someone to flirt with, is rarely ever wearing shoes, likes to play with her hair, randomly breaks out into dance alot.
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,
Now to introduce the personal stylings that is natalie. Her personality is something else. . . lets begin shall we:
sweetheart;; What a sweetheart natalie can choose to be when she wants to. She doesn't always force a smile but shes one of those people that you see and your just like 'wow, she must really be a nice girl' or 'that natalie is something else isn't she?'. Back at home she was called the town sweetheart. She was kind loving and caring. She thought about others more then she did herself. Until one day she couldn't help but bad mouth someone and then her sweetheart reputation went right down the drain. But she was having trouble keeping up with the whole routine anyways. But don't get me wrong she is still very sweet and will always greet others with a smile. She is always open to making new friends and doesn't much care for her enemies though if she wasn't an athiest they'd still be in her prayers and you know it.
music;; Music is a passion of natalie's always has been ever since she started listening to music. Even those little kid songs that she used to listen to she loved them. After she got passed that little kid music she got into country then her love for music started to evolve even more. Growing with the years as she grew older and wiser. She has always loved music and has always wanted to become a singer/song writer ever since she was five years old. She still wants to live the dream of a real country star someday and wont give up until she gets exactly what she wants.
photography and drawing;; Another big thing in natalie's life that she always loved was photography. Her mother was an amazing photography and still is, and she has taught natalie everything there is to being an amazing photography. Like mother like daughter so they say. She has always loved taking pictures. She saved up money one year and waited until she got enough to buy the camera of her dreams. It was called Fujiflim Z5fd. She spent all her time learning how to work it before she even opened it. On the whole ride back home from buying the camera she read everything so all she had to do was charge the battery and BAM she'd be ready to take photographs with her new camera. Drawing is something else that has always inspired miss natalie. She always thought it was a way to let your dreams soar and let your wildest imaginations come to life in your drawing. She has a ton of journals that she has brought with her filled with drawings that she just doodled when she had nothing better to do. And she brought along some empty ones so she can doodle in her spare time.
fighting;; Fighting is something that natalie always got into. And most of the time she started the fight. She used to get into so many bar fights and get her ass kicked out of the bar. She has gotten into some pretty sticky situations too. Her fighting skills were pretty good but once she got pounded by some chick whose boyfriend natalie had been flirting with all night long. Natalie could barely see straight let alone put up a fair fight. So the girl won because nat was totaly drunk out of her mind. Drinking if another thing that Natalie enjoys but thats another story. She likes to start fights because she loves the feel of pain. They always say 'what can't bring you down can only make your stronger' or something along those lines. She starts fights between other people by saying the other person bad mouthed them or she caught so and so checking out your gf/bf.
trouble maker;; Nat is known for her trouble making. She'll cause some havock then run like hell making someone else get caught. But shes not always so sucessful. But she would even ditch her friends when she got them into trouble. She isn't all that mean to her friends though, just if trouble strikes shes first to hit and run. She just loves the feel of getting into trouble though and every so often she will do it just for the hell of it and let herself get caught just for the rush. She does some pretty bad things when it comes to trouble making. Her trouble making has gotten better over the years but between you and me I say worse. ;] She is getting even more brave and getting herself into alot of trouble. Studies don't matter to nat all that much if she gets herself into trouble she doesn't think before she takes avasive action.
guys;; What girl in there right mind doesn't want a guy. Natalie has always wanted a guy but never really cared all that much all she was to them was a friend. Because all the good guys are either gay or taken. She is such a flirt and she has so many things that she likes in guys. She thinks that they are awesome and she treats them like she one of them most of the time. She just goes up to them and says "hey dewd. whats up?" Yeah thats pretty much how she does things. But she'll know when the right guy comes along because the two will have some things in common that nat has always wanted in a guy. She loves to flirt with them even if she isn't drunk. It doesn't matter she loves flirting with guys and she isn't afraid to admit it.
writing;; Writing is another thing that inspires natalie to do all the wonderful things that she does. When she gets into her writing there is no telling when she is going to stop. She has kept around so many journals since she was five about her life and all its changes it would be interesting for her just to look back on half of them and see how much her writing skills have evolved. So she is pretty much a good writer now. She'd been doing it for years and still loves it so it must be doing something right for her or else she would have gave up a long time ago.
funny;; Oh man natalie is halarious. You could be so mad at her then she could crack a joke and the two of you could forget what even happened sometimes. But sometimes she can tend to get so mad that she wont even try and crack her jokes to try and make the situation better. She just somehow comes up with her jokes wether they be dirty sex jokes or funny not dirty jokes still she is funny. She can be a rather funny smart ass half the time though too. Like cracking jokes that weren't meant for public.
mean;; Yeah so natalie tends to be mean sometimes. Who isn't. Sometimes she just rather say something mean even though she knows you should say something nice or say nothing at all. She just despises that saying. Hates it with everything. The only reason that natalie will be mean to you is if she either doesn't liek you or like the thought of you even being near her. She has some enemies that she will never forgive because they had done some pretty bad things to eachother in the past. She is always seaking revenge on someone. She wont usually liek you at first therefor she tends to be a bit rude and she can be rude as hell and she wot even care about your ass.
wild and crazy;; nat is wild and crazy no doubt baby. Partying and getting drunk and waking up the next morning in a strangers bed. Thats what natalie lives for. She just loves it. She thinks it so funny to just up and leave the next morning before the other person has a chance to wake up but yeah she does leave a little mark on them saying call me sexy and leaving her number or something only sometimes though. She doesn't like to be tied down for this reason so she doesn't get her ass chewed for "cheating" when she was very well drunk. Crazy being she will do anything no matter what it is no excuses she is always up for a challange of any kind no matter what she will not refuse even the most rediclious request. Can't help herself. Its just her.
WILL YOU JUST LOOK INTO MY EYES , AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE .
MOTHER , annie leigh james, 40, pro surfer.
FATHER , jonas nova james, 45, ex pro skateboarder. (not her birth father but he was what she thought was her father)
james miles jamison, 39, mailman. (birth father)
SIBLINGS , jake james, 19, out of work courtnie james, 18, out of work kaitlyn james, 20, an aspiring model.
FAMILY PERCEPTION ,
OVERALL HISTORY ,
So. . . Miss Natalie how does it feel to have everything served to you on a silver platter? Yes nat was a very spoiled rotten child. Always getting what she wanted but only from her mother. Her father despised her mother you spoiling her so badly but she kept on doing it. Wait wait wait. You need to know the whole story not just how spoiled this little teenage brat was. Born on, July 18th in davee florida. She wasn't the first child out of her parents to be exact she was the middle child. She had two other sisters growing up and a loving supportive brother something every sister wishes for. And yep she got that. Her father wasn't the only one who hated the spoiled miss natalie one of her sisters didn't like her all that much either. And natalie and her other sister courtnie were always trying to get katelyn into trouble whenever they could and boy were they good at it. hell they even had Jimmy on there side so things were always so hectic but her father always sided with his precious little katie. In his eyes katie could never do any bad but in natalie's mothers eyes katie was the worst out of all of her children. Her mother and father were both ones that did play favorites. Katie was her dads favorite while Jake, natalie and Courtnie were there moms favorites. The three always got what they wanted from there mother although there father could care less.
When natalie was about 10 years old her parents got into a huge fight and ended up getting a divorce which was fine with natalie because Katie and James went with her dad while Courtnie and nat were sent to live with there mom and the four children wouldn't see much of eachother only the two that lived with eachother. They would breifly see eachother every week which was sad for courtnie jake and natalie because they were always so close. So they would talk to eachother over IM'S. And they would sneak out and go see movies together. Courtnie was too busy hanging with her friends she didn't have the courage to fess up to her father about where jake was off to. So he made up an excuse and said that he was spending alot of time with his new girlfriend. Which was understandable. Natalie was so happy to be able to see her brother more often then she was supposed to. But she'll never forget when she got caught sleeping with her brothers best friend. She blamed it all on him but it was her idea. She was just attracted to the guy. By this time Natalie was about 17. The two still ended up sneaking out seeing eachother until Natalie finally cut it off. She felt it was wrong to go behind her brothers back in such a way.
So the two stopped talking and she hasn't seen him since. Well things got better for the young lady named Natalie. She fell in love with what seemed like the man of her dreams but he didn't even know she exsisted. He in her eyes was a mirical sent from up above. She was so madly in love with him. So she became friends with another guy and all of a sudden this guy that she loved so much started paying nat more attention. Spending more time with her. But he already had a girlfriend little did natalie know. So the two started "going out" or so natalie seemed to think and they got real "close". Her best friend kept warning her about him but she didn't even listen to what he had to say putting it off. Until one night after a movie the "two" (and by two in this way I mean just him) decided to take things to the next level. So he kind of got her all drunk then he brought her back to his apartment and he raped her then and there. She had no idea where she was but oh boy did she remember the next morning when she woke up next to him. oh jeeze. That stupid pig. She thought as she got herself dressed. She got herself dressed back in the clothes she'd worn the night before then she crawled on top of him like she was gonna kiss him then just started beating the nuts out of the poor fellow. When she was done he was all bruised up and she just laughed.
She went home and got changed before going to her friends house and apologizing for what she had done and how she was so sorry she hadn't believed him and him being a sweet guy he forgave her and she was thankful. Well it wasn't before long that her mom made her cut off all ties with that stupid rapist then she decided all by herself to come here. and that is all you need to know about natalie.
WHEN EVERYTHING'S MADE TO BE BROKEN , I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM .
NAME , just call me faerie AGE , 17 CONTACT , email, aim, yim, or msn.
RP SAMPLE ,
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shay jones
Damn was tonight a great night or what? First she had just become the luckiest girl in the world. Second she had came to this awesome dance club that played only the hottest music. And third there were tons of hot people there. She couldn't believe her luck tonight. It was like a night to remember. It was awesome. Dancing the night away from some stranger that was nameless. She didn't like to get to know her party friends at all. So they were just kind of being used so she could get drunk and get a ride back to her place. So much fun being a hardcore partier. Her dancing started to get a little too physical for her liking though she ignored her thoughts. The person went too far when they grabbed her ass. She clenched her hand up into a fist and growled. She leaned in and obviously the guy thought she was gonna let him kiss her. So he kissed her. He grabbed onto her petite and very fragile body and held onto her not allowing her to release. She finally got let go of. Though it took some squirming.
Then when she was let go of she punched him square between the eyes. An innocent look came across her face. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I guess I don't know my own strength babe." Her words came out just above a whisper. She walked back to the bar and sat down on a bar stool. She spun herself around a couple times almost causing her to fall off the bar stool. She giggled and stumbled back to the middle of her seat. By that time her innocent look was gone. She took a drink of her sex on the beach. She could never go without drinking alot. It wasn't long before she had drank a couple drinks that a ton of alcohol in them. She was pretty much drunk at this point. She got off her bar stool and stumbled back to the dance floor. She collapsed a couple times though she didn't feel much of the pain. The only pain she felt was when her heart got broken. She looked down to her skin tight light blue jeans with rips all in them then up to her white skin tight tshirt and sighed. She needed to get some new clothes. She was getting so bored of the clothes she had.
shay stumbled to her feet and almost fell right back down. She stumbled over to the bar and leaned in and asked the female bar tender who looked quite hot at that and whispered. "Do you guys have any knifes back there by chance sweety?" An innocent smile came across her face. The girl smirked at the girls words but nodded and got one for her. She grabbed the knife from the bar tender and said "Thanks." in an innocent and sweet sounding voice. She stabbed the knife into her shirt lightly and cut it. She pulled the part she cut and pulled it up to the beggining of the small in her back on the backside of her tshirt. She gave back the knife back to the bar tender and smiled. "Thanks again." She whispered to the bar tender. The girl nodded and said "Might i say that you look quite stunning?" shay wasn't paying much attention. She looked around the bar as if she was looking for someone. The girl tapped her on the shoulder shay turned to her immeadiatly and said "Oh. uhhhh.... yeah... uhhhh... thanks."
shay walked away and stumbled her way back to the dance floor where she started dancing with some stranger again. Going nowhere close to the guy who kissed her. She didn't much care for that dude anymore. She didn't much enjoy feeling his lips against hers. They were just party buddies nothing more. Now she hated him. Even though she loved kissing and making out she didn't like that guy enough to do either with him...
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