Post by tathelia ashers on Dec 30, 2007 10:31:03 GMT -5
the real you;
name;
jenny
age;
sixteen
role-play example;
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Blake was pissed. Blake was beyond pissed. He wrung the steering wheel in his hands and tapped his foot as he waited for the lights. The collar of his close fitting lemon yellow polo shirt rubbed against his neck and irritated him. He took his hands from the wheel and rested them behind his head. The lights changed and Blake drove on. The reason for his foul mood? The coffee machine. The god-damned coffee machine had broken. Broken! Blake's breakfast consisted of two ciggerettes and a cup of black coffee. But not today. He'd already smoked six Malbroughs and he was gagging for another.
Blake pulled the black Range Rover into the parking spot and walked hastily into the small coffee shop. It wasn't Starbucks but it would have to do. He dug his fists into his grey cord trousers and stood inline, staring up at the chalkboards hanging from the wall. Subconciously, he checked out the girl infront of him. She was about five foot five with a slim and slender body. She had long blonde and curly hair that settled neatly past her shoulders. Dressed in a blue striped fitted shirt, a black waistcoat and tight dark blue skinny jeans she was defintely Blake's type. His friends would have questioned this thought. Blake didn't really have a type, they would say, they just have to be female and have a pulse. Then Owen would chip in with something like 'and the pulse is optional'. Not the guys were bothered. They liked Blake's playboy ways. Blake was about to tap the girl's shoulder and introduce himself when his iPhone buzzed in his pocket. Soulja Boy began playing and the older visitors of the coffee shop turned to look at him.
Blake read the message smiling slightly. He ran his fingers over the screen and replied quickly, Give me fifteen? X. He stepped forward in the line and up to the counter. The barrister was a young boy, aged about sixteen Blake guessed, and was dressed in a dark green apron over a black tee shirt and trousers. He was rather tall and lanky for his age and seemed to be at the worst point of puberty considering the acne on his face. Pinned to his apron was a name tag; Michael. Michael raised his eyebrows at Blake and asked with a sigh, "Can I help you?". "Hey. A black coffee and a white hot chocolate."Michael's eyebrows raised higher before Blake added "Please.
Blake moved out of the line to allow the elderly couple behind him to order and pondered on the reason that Kat had text him. She had plently of friends, mostly the weird musician and emo types, but still plenty of friends. As his order was called Blake let the thoughts leave his head and he collected the drinks.
Blake left the coffee shop and ambled down the promeade, a hot cup in each hand. As he neared Main Street he spotted Kat. Quietly he tiptoed behind her before quickly kissing her cheek. When she turned he gave her a cheeky smile. "I come bearing gifts" he said, handing her the white hot chocolate."
your character;
full name;
tathelia lily-rose ashers
age;
seventeen
grade;
senior
desired clique;
preps
physical description;
tathelia has a soft and pretty face complete with big doe eyes, long fluttering lashes, plump rosy lips and a small, slightly upturned nose. her eyes are green with small brown blotches and amber flecks, very unusual and a trait she recieved from her maternal grandmother. tathelia has glossy blonde hair which she plays with constantly; whether she irons it straight or curls it with tongs.
tathelia is a standard five foot six in height, tall enough to be tall but short enough for any boyfriend, and boy there sure enough are a few of them, to tower over her. she's slim and toned from multiple tennis and water polo training sessions and yoga classes she takes with her friends. her skin is tanned thanks to many a holiday in st.barts and the bahamas.
style-wise tathelia would be labeled prep meets european chic; long cardigans, well ironed shirts, head bands, heels, smart jeans, long pendant necklaces, diamonds. tathelia has her ear lobs pierced twice in each ear and also her belly button pierced. she has a small tatoo on her leftside of her hip that she received on holiday in spain that her parents are yet to know about; the shadow of a black cat with the words "viva la tathelia" written underneath in loopy writing.
you would never guess tathelia's ethnicity from her appearance unless you looked very closely and even then you may need some help. tathelia inherited her paternal grandfather's english surname and charm and her paternal grandmother's italian eyes and love for dancing. her maternal grandfather armed her with her swedish blonde hair and from her french maternal grandmother tathelia was equipped with pure and clear skin.
history;
tathelia's history is mysterious to pretty much everyone she meets. she doesn't give away anything more than she has to. but i'll give you the full version, cause i'm nice like that...
henry james ashers met saskia erin selventon on holiday with his parents in paris when they were aged twenty one and nineteen respectively. henry's father was foriegn secretary for the english government and was visiting paris on a business and henry had come along to spend time with his parents as he had just graduated from oxford with a degree in politics. however this plan was twarted when he met saskia. saskia's mother owned the fashion label 'descartes' and was shooting a promotional campaign in a local park by the eiffel tower. henry and saskia's paths crossed at a small but quaint restuarant just round the corner. with both their parent's busy with their careers the pair sat, talked and instantly became attracted to eachother. when henry returned to england two weeks later saskia came with him.
the couple married, bought a large country house in hertfordshire and three years later had their first child, a boy who they named leon phoenix. two years later tathelia was born. at this point henry was a member of parlement and saskia was an editor at vogue. the family had a good and comfortable life and although their parents may not have always been at home leon and tathelia had a happy childhood. when tathelia was five saskia was offered the job of editor in cheif for vogue us. the family jumped at the chance and packed up and moved to new york city. henry got a job working for the government and four years later he was state senator.
tathelia enjoys new york city immensly. however she was often dragged along to functions, balls and dinner parties. luckily her brother, boyfriend of the time, or friends were normally dragged along too so they would escape with a bottle or two of moet to a suite at the plaza. with her parents being in the spotlight meant leon and tathelia were shoved into it too. the press adore reporting on her mysterious look and party girl days.
aged fifteen tathelia disapeared for a summer. reports of drug abuse, teenage pregnancy and alcholism arose but all of these weren't true. tathelia was quite simply travelling europe visiting her grandparents. tathelia didn't acknowledge or deny the reports, adding only more to her mystery.
personality;
somehow, even through her luxerious and very expensive upbringing tathelia still manages to be you're average girl; just prettier with better clothes and more party memories than the entire population of germany. okay she's not that average. not every girl in the city is normally greeted in the morning by a photographer or two and is interuppted at starbucks to be asked about vogue or whether her father is resigning.
like i mentioned before tathelia is a notioious party girl with a mysterious background. everyone knows of her although to say tathelia knows them back would be wrong. tathelia is the most forgetful girl ever but her poise and her smile seems to get her out of most sticky situtations.
tathelia constant strive for success means that she has high expectations and standards for others and herself. she is not one to see why anyone would settle for second place. at school she's an a student and tries to get involved in as many extra curricular activities as possible to boost her chances of getting into an ivy league university.
tathelia can be child like at times which can sometimes lead to temper tantrums. this is not often but if she's been badly hurt she has been known to throw things and scream. her child like behaviour often draws people to her though. she giggles alot and isn't afraid to break out from the crowd. this kid persona leaves her very open to be hurt by people though, which she has been in the past.
loyalty is paramount with tathelia; being friends with her means she'll be with you to the very end. she would honestly go to the ends of the earth for those closest to her. however, if you are bitchy or two-faced be prepared for her to backhand you back down the social ladder and in to hell. yhis will happen often with tathelia because she thinks as everyone she meets as her new best friend. therefore she is often taken for granted or disapointed when people don't keep their promises.
other; admin edit.
picture;
name;
jenny
age;
sixteen
role-play example;
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Blake was pissed. Blake was beyond pissed. He wrung the steering wheel in his hands and tapped his foot as he waited for the lights. The collar of his close fitting lemon yellow polo shirt rubbed against his neck and irritated him. He took his hands from the wheel and rested them behind his head. The lights changed and Blake drove on. The reason for his foul mood? The coffee machine. The god-damned coffee machine had broken. Broken! Blake's breakfast consisted of two ciggerettes and a cup of black coffee. But not today. He'd already smoked six Malbroughs and he was gagging for another.
Blake pulled the black Range Rover into the parking spot and walked hastily into the small coffee shop. It wasn't Starbucks but it would have to do. He dug his fists into his grey cord trousers and stood inline, staring up at the chalkboards hanging from the wall. Subconciously, he checked out the girl infront of him. She was about five foot five with a slim and slender body. She had long blonde and curly hair that settled neatly past her shoulders. Dressed in a blue striped fitted shirt, a black waistcoat and tight dark blue skinny jeans she was defintely Blake's type. His friends would have questioned this thought. Blake didn't really have a type, they would say, they just have to be female and have a pulse. Then Owen would chip in with something like 'and the pulse is optional'. Not the guys were bothered. They liked Blake's playboy ways. Blake was about to tap the girl's shoulder and introduce himself when his iPhone buzzed in his pocket. Soulja Boy began playing and the older visitors of the coffee shop turned to look at him.
Blake read the message smiling slightly. He ran his fingers over the screen and replied quickly, Give me fifteen? X. He stepped forward in the line and up to the counter. The barrister was a young boy, aged about sixteen Blake guessed, and was dressed in a dark green apron over a black tee shirt and trousers. He was rather tall and lanky for his age and seemed to be at the worst point of puberty considering the acne on his face. Pinned to his apron was a name tag; Michael. Michael raised his eyebrows at Blake and asked with a sigh, "Can I help you?". "Hey. A black coffee and a white hot chocolate."Michael's eyebrows raised higher before Blake added "Please.
Blake moved out of the line to allow the elderly couple behind him to order and pondered on the reason that Kat had text him. She had plently of friends, mostly the weird musician and emo types, but still plenty of friends. As his order was called Blake let the thoughts leave his head and he collected the drinks.
Blake left the coffee shop and ambled down the promeade, a hot cup in each hand. As he neared Main Street he spotted Kat. Quietly he tiptoed behind her before quickly kissing her cheek. When she turned he gave her a cheeky smile. "I come bearing gifts" he said, handing her the white hot chocolate."
your character;
full name;
tathelia lily-rose ashers
age;
seventeen
grade;
senior
desired clique;
preps
physical description;
tathelia has a soft and pretty face complete with big doe eyes, long fluttering lashes, plump rosy lips and a small, slightly upturned nose. her eyes are green with small brown blotches and amber flecks, very unusual and a trait she recieved from her maternal grandmother. tathelia has glossy blonde hair which she plays with constantly; whether she irons it straight or curls it with tongs.
tathelia is a standard five foot six in height, tall enough to be tall but short enough for any boyfriend, and boy there sure enough are a few of them, to tower over her. she's slim and toned from multiple tennis and water polo training sessions and yoga classes she takes with her friends. her skin is tanned thanks to many a holiday in st.barts and the bahamas.
style-wise tathelia would be labeled prep meets european chic; long cardigans, well ironed shirts, head bands, heels, smart jeans, long pendant necklaces, diamonds. tathelia has her ear lobs pierced twice in each ear and also her belly button pierced. she has a small tatoo on her leftside of her hip that she received on holiday in spain that her parents are yet to know about; the shadow of a black cat with the words "viva la tathelia" written underneath in loopy writing.
you would never guess tathelia's ethnicity from her appearance unless you looked very closely and even then you may need some help. tathelia inherited her paternal grandfather's english surname and charm and her paternal grandmother's italian eyes and love for dancing. her maternal grandfather armed her with her swedish blonde hair and from her french maternal grandmother tathelia was equipped with pure and clear skin.
history;
tathelia's history is mysterious to pretty much everyone she meets. she doesn't give away anything more than she has to. but i'll give you the full version, cause i'm nice like that...
henry james ashers met saskia erin selventon on holiday with his parents in paris when they were aged twenty one and nineteen respectively. henry's father was foriegn secretary for the english government and was visiting paris on a business and henry had come along to spend time with his parents as he had just graduated from oxford with a degree in politics. however this plan was twarted when he met saskia. saskia's mother owned the fashion label 'descartes' and was shooting a promotional campaign in a local park by the eiffel tower. henry and saskia's paths crossed at a small but quaint restuarant just round the corner. with both their parent's busy with their careers the pair sat, talked and instantly became attracted to eachother. when henry returned to england two weeks later saskia came with him.
the couple married, bought a large country house in hertfordshire and three years later had their first child, a boy who they named leon phoenix. two years later tathelia was born. at this point henry was a member of parlement and saskia was an editor at vogue. the family had a good and comfortable life and although their parents may not have always been at home leon and tathelia had a happy childhood. when tathelia was five saskia was offered the job of editor in cheif for vogue us. the family jumped at the chance and packed up and moved to new york city. henry got a job working for the government and four years later he was state senator.
tathelia enjoys new york city immensly. however she was often dragged along to functions, balls and dinner parties. luckily her brother, boyfriend of the time, or friends were normally dragged along too so they would escape with a bottle or two of moet to a suite at the plaza. with her parents being in the spotlight meant leon and tathelia were shoved into it too. the press adore reporting on her mysterious look and party girl days.
aged fifteen tathelia disapeared for a summer. reports of drug abuse, teenage pregnancy and alcholism arose but all of these weren't true. tathelia was quite simply travelling europe visiting her grandparents. tathelia didn't acknowledge or deny the reports, adding only more to her mystery.
personality;
somehow, even through her luxerious and very expensive upbringing tathelia still manages to be you're average girl; just prettier with better clothes and more party memories than the entire population of germany. okay she's not that average. not every girl in the city is normally greeted in the morning by a photographer or two and is interuppted at starbucks to be asked about vogue or whether her father is resigning.
like i mentioned before tathelia is a notioious party girl with a mysterious background. everyone knows of her although to say tathelia knows them back would be wrong. tathelia is the most forgetful girl ever but her poise and her smile seems to get her out of most sticky situtations.
tathelia constant strive for success means that she has high expectations and standards for others and herself. she is not one to see why anyone would settle for second place. at school she's an a student and tries to get involved in as many extra curricular activities as possible to boost her chances of getting into an ivy league university.
tathelia can be child like at times which can sometimes lead to temper tantrums. this is not often but if she's been badly hurt she has been known to throw things and scream. her child like behaviour often draws people to her though. she giggles alot and isn't afraid to break out from the crowd. this kid persona leaves her very open to be hurt by people though, which she has been in the past.
loyalty is paramount with tathelia; being friends with her means she'll be with you to the very end. she would honestly go to the ends of the earth for those closest to her. however, if you are bitchy or two-faced be prepared for her to backhand you back down the social ladder and in to hell. yhis will happen often with tathelia because she thinks as everyone she meets as her new best friend. therefore she is often taken for granted or disapointed when people don't keep their promises.
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