Post by Amber von Tussle on Dec 8, 2007 21:36:56 GMT -5
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The Roleplayer
name:
Kay
age:
Sixteen
experience:
Between 4 - 5 years
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Devon woke up at 1 in the afternoon with a headache. Pulling her hair out of her face, and into a loose side pony, she got up out of her bed, and threw on her white silk robe, and a pair of pink ugg slippers. Shuffling around her room, she found her glasses, and put them on. She figured, why not wear them for a little bit, if anything, they would help her vison. It wasen't that she needed glasses, it was just she didn't need them all the time, she usally just carried them on her, or had contacts in.
Before leaving her room, she took some Tynol, and then headed downstairs to see if anyone was around. "Mom. Dad." She said, walking down the staircase in the front hall, and making her way to the kitchen. There she found her mother infront of a bowl of fruit. "Good morning Mommy." She said, smiling, and taking a grape. "Where's Dad?"
"He's down at the resturant today," Her mother said, getting up, and taking the bowl, just when Devon was trying to get more food. "He wants you to go down there today for a while. Learn some work experiance for Collage, and stuff." Devon nodded, "I'm off to the spa today with Mrs.Mathew's." And with that said, her mother left the kitchen, and to who knows where.
This was predictiable from the Pemino's. Devon's father was all about the work, where her mother did nothing but lounge around. It got very annoying, expically when they would take off to like, France, or Italy, with no mention of it to Devon until she gets some collect phone call from them. Sometimes, she wished that her parents we're normal, and that she actully had a family, but other times, she was glad that she had this much free space to roam around in.
Walking back up stairs, and to her room, Devon decied that it would be best just to go and get it over with. She put on a pair of skinny jeans, a burgendy colored top, and a pair of Steve Madden's. Her straightened her hair just a bit, and putting on some make-up, she took her glasses, put them in her case, and carried them down stairs, and threw them in her Coach bag, put on her grey pea coat and ran outside, down the front steps, and into her car. She picked up her phone quickly, and left Drew a message "Hey loser. So I don't know if your at work or not, and even if you are, I don't know if you had this thing on you or not. Well, I'm on my way in, and was wondering if you wanted me to sneak you in a coffee or something. I'll just get a second one incase, and even if your not there, someone will take it. See ya, Bye."
Quickly running into a Starbucks, Devon grabbed two regular grande coffees, and headed over to the Orino. Pulling up the parking, a valet, took her keys, and parked her car. She walked into the resturant, and looked for her dad, or Drew, neither of them were visable. She went up to the hostess, "Hi, excuse me, can you find me Mr.Pemino, or Drew Jacobs. Please.", she said, smiling. The girl quickly went off, to find one of the two people. Devon stood there, looking around at the place, it was very elegant inside. She became fixated on the painting next to the front door, she walked up to it and decided to look at it while waiting.
Before leaving her room, she took some Tynol, and then headed downstairs to see if anyone was around. "Mom. Dad." She said, walking down the staircase in the front hall, and making her way to the kitchen. There she found her mother infront of a bowl of fruit. "Good morning Mommy." She said, smiling, and taking a grape. "Where's Dad?"
"He's down at the resturant today," Her mother said, getting up, and taking the bowl, just when Devon was trying to get more food. "He wants you to go down there today for a while. Learn some work experiance for Collage, and stuff." Devon nodded, "I'm off to the spa today with Mrs.Mathew's." And with that said, her mother left the kitchen, and to who knows where.
This was predictiable from the Pemino's. Devon's father was all about the work, where her mother did nothing but lounge around. It got very annoying, expically when they would take off to like, France, or Italy, with no mention of it to Devon until she gets some collect phone call from them. Sometimes, she wished that her parents we're normal, and that she actully had a family, but other times, she was glad that she had this much free space to roam around in.
Walking back up stairs, and to her room, Devon decied that it would be best just to go and get it over with. She put on a pair of skinny jeans, a burgendy colored top, and a pair of Steve Madden's. Her straightened her hair just a bit, and putting on some make-up, she took her glasses, put them in her case, and carried them down stairs, and threw them in her Coach bag, put on her grey pea coat and ran outside, down the front steps, and into her car. She picked up her phone quickly, and left Drew a message "Hey loser. So I don't know if your at work or not, and even if you are, I don't know if you had this thing on you or not. Well, I'm on my way in, and was wondering if you wanted me to sneak you in a coffee or something. I'll just get a second one incase, and even if your not there, someone will take it. See ya, Bye."
Quickly running into a Starbucks, Devon grabbed two regular grande coffees, and headed over to the Orino. Pulling up the parking, a valet, took her keys, and parked her car. She walked into the resturant, and looked for her dad, or Drew, neither of them were visable. She went up to the hostess, "Hi, excuse me, can you find me Mr.Pemino, or Drew Jacobs. Please.", she said, smiling. The girl quickly went off, to find one of the two people. Devon stood there, looking around at the place, it was very elegant inside. She became fixated on the painting next to the front door, she walked up to it and decided to look at it while waiting.
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name:
Amber Von Tussle
age:
Seventeen
birthday:
Febuary 13th
family:
Mom; Velma Von Tussle
ethnic background:
Caucasian
history:
On febuary 13th, Amber von Tussle was born to Mr. & Mrs. von Tussle, a wealthy couple in Baltimore, Maryland. Amber lived a very normal, and sheltered childhood, as did all children. When Amber was only 5, her father 'accadently' suffocated, and died. Her father's death didn't mean much to her, as does it now. She never really grew close to her father in her first five years of her life, so his death didn't bother her.
When Amber turned fourteen, she won herself a spot on "The Corny Collins Show", well, her Mom, Velma, had got her the spot at WYZTV, where she was the station manager of. Thanks to this oppertunity, Amber met the love of her life, Link Larkin. The two became unsepperable, until June 1962. After her and Link had given her his ring, the whale of a girl, Tracy Turnblad, had somehow got a spot on the show. Not only did Amber start losing the spotlight, she had also began to lose Link. In the end, she did lose the guy, and the 'Miss Hairspray' contest to some, little black girl.
Now Amber finds herself in the midst of a new story. Her dancing show has just been intergraded, and deep down inside, Amber feels like changing for the better, but will her mother allow it? Amber also is fighting back for her guy, Link. Will she win him back ?
The Inner and Outer Self
general appearence:
Amber has medium length blonde hair which she usally back combs, and covers in hairspary, after all, she dose have to look her best. If her hair isn't up like that, it would usaly be up, in some sort of do, or will be found in pig tails. Amber's eyes are light blue. The rims of her eyes are darker than the rest, almost navy sometimes. The middle a very pretty light blue, and than going outwards, turning into an ice blue.
Amber's face is rather oval-shaped, and it spans down her neck, which is slim and just the right length. Her nose a bit long, with nostrils that sometimes seem to turn up, giving her the appearance of being snobby. Her lips have a natural pink tint to them, accesorising them with a gloss and playful smile or smirk. Amber is very slim, thanks to very high metabolism – she could eat fatty foods all day and gain all but a pound. Her legs are just a bit longer than average, and her arms and upper body are at a normal length. Amber is quite short, and she stands at the height of 5’3, or so. Her small stance and petite figure would give the impression of a girl on the quiet side, that is really oppsite of her. In other words Amber is a total spitfire. She has a pale complexion, almost an ivory color, sprinkled with freckles, mainly around her nose. In the sun, she tans but not much, but more prone to burns.
hair color:
Blonde
height
5'3ish
weight:
110 pounds.
eye color:
Blue
clothing style:
Trendy
general personality:
You know that one girl, no matter where you go, who is comfy in her shoes, and likes being a natural leader? Well thats Amber. Naturally charismatic, enthusiastic, and outgoing, Amber loves being herself, and the center of attention. Although she may seem like a control freak, and likes to know whats going on, she usaly won't mouth off to her elders, thanks to having to take orders while filming.
To be honest,she can be a bit vain and selfish when she wants to be. Most of the time, Amber likes to think of herself before others, and when she's in a bad mood, won't give a hoot about her elders. When she is in a bad mood, Amber adores being the center of attention and has the tendency to get very annoyed when she's not. To be quite frank, the way Amber is today is mostly because of her mother.
Yes, I guess you could describe Amber as the pregnant dog, but over all, she can be described as easy going. She'll stick around to the end, whether it's with people who've hurt her or those she loves.
the likes:
+ Boys
+ Link Larkin
+ Hanging out in her free time
+ Being the center of attention
+ Getting exactly what she wants
+ Singing & dancing
+ Segrigation [mainly because of her mother]
the dislikes:
- Girls who steal the spotlight
- When she isn’t the one talked about
- Being pushed around
- Intergration [mainly because of her mother]
- Those, wierd blacks
For the Admin
will you be active:
Oh yeah.
Hairspray is my love. [/size][/blockquote] [/left]
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