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Starting my character's history for my female. I have to go soon though. Want me to show you what I have so far? I'll PM her to you.
Gah! I can't message her to you ; A ;I'll just post it when I'm finished then :P
Probably because of my settings D==P Okay then, I'll have to wait as patiently as possible to see her
Meanwhile I'll try to finish up my characters >-<;
{Name} Violette Élisabeth Bureau
{Nicknames} Sometimes she will go by Vi, but a lot of people normally call her by her middle name, Élisabeth.
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Unknown - Violette is not sure what she is, still figuring it out. She is attracted to guys and girls, but is finding herself more fond of girls than guys.
{Age} Sixteen
{Date of Birth} September 7, 1997
{Appearance} Violette stands proudly at about 6'4" and wieghs approximately 111 lbs. She is terribly underweight, but Vi doesn't do anything to change it. She worked hard to be skinny, and continues to lose weight even if it isn't the best thing for her. No one is really stopping her, in fact her mother encourages her to lose more weight. There's always a reason to keep at the crazy dieting: her cheeks are still too chubby, her stomach isn't flat enough - and the reasons never end. Though there is little to no doubt that she is rather beautiful, but she would be even more so if there was a little more meat to her bones. As of now she is nothing more than a bag of bones, and soon she won't even be that.
Violette was born with a head full of lucious brown hair. The doctor who helped deliver her even exclaimed he has never before seen a baby with so much hair before. It was in that moment Vi's mother knew her daughter would turn out to become a beautiful young woman, as strange as that was. And Violette did turn out to be beautiful with her sparkling green eyes, thick brown hair that falls well past her shoulders, naturally tanned skin, and tall figure. Yet because she is underweight, her breasts aren't exactly noticeable but they are considered "perky", which is laughable because she is practically flat chest. Or at least was. Her mother is paying for her to get fake ones, along with a nose job and whatever else her mother thought needed to be fixed about Violette's appearance. It wasn't a great life, being led to believe she was beautiful, but never good enough no matter what she tried.
{History} Violette actually lived a rather privileged life - the life of the rich and famous. Her father was a famous director and her mother an actress. The girl was expected to go into acting, which she did as a child and then into her adolesence, but it screwed her up even though not many people saw it at first. First there was her eating disorder; with everyone watching her every move since she was young, she was never free to eat whatever she wanted. Vi was always very careful to stay thin and fit to keep everyone else happy. Then she began to consume diet pills as if they were candy, always trying to find the best one that would help her stay thin.
To the young girl there was no such thing as being too skinny.
This attitude was severely messing her up, and it was drawing a lot of unwanted attention to her health. Anyone who watched anything she was in - whether it was a music video, tv show, or even a movie - they would be able to see just how sickly skinny she was rapidly becoming. Though her family could only keep it all hidden from the press for so long. Eventually, Violette was taken to the hospital and then into rehab, but she managed to escape from there, running away from home because suddenly everyone wanted to help her. She didn't want to be helped because it was too late for anyone to help her. Vi was too far gone to be saved anymore.
{Personality} To the public, Violette was seen as a sweet, innocent girl; she was that little girl with the beautiful smile, and the dimpled cheeks. People all around the world knew her name by the time she was seven; everything looked perfect. Every child wanted to be her, Vi knew it, but she never could understand why. After all, she smiled for the cameras, but off screen her life wasn't perfect or wonderful at all. She wasn't happy. She was never happy. Being told what to wear, what to eat, who to play with on a daily basis... that wasn't a childhood. She was hardly given the chance to be a child. Why would other people want to be unhappy like her?
No one ever saw it was her parents forcing her to act like this. She was their puppet, she couldn't say no to anything they told her to do because if she said no... Well you don't really want to know. Vi had to do whatever they told her, no room for free will. Though, at home, they loosened their grip, but this doesn't give her the freedom to do much because it was a matter of time before they controlled what she would do away from the eye of the public. Vi hated it, she wanted to get away from it but it wasn't a life she could run away from. She was in too deep and her name was still known everywhere, how could she ever run away and live a life free of cameras and beautiful, rich people?
{Addiction} Loosing weight. Vi will do whatever possible to keep the weight off. She takes numerous different kinds of diet pills, most of them illegal in the country, but she eats them like candy. She also takes showers in ice cold water, smokes cigarettes, and goes to the gym whenever possible. Violette hardly ever eats anymore. Maybe a bite here and there, but whenever someone forces her to eat any more than that, she will slip away to the bathroom to vomit it all back up.
{Relations}
∆ Mother: Marie Bureau (view spoiler)
∆ Father: Thomas Bureau (view spoiler)
∆ Best Friend: Victoria Hart Buchanan (view spoiler)
∆ Ex-Boyfriend: Louis Reid Buchanan (view spoiler)
∆ Neighbor's Daughter: Adriana Williams (view spoiler)
{Other}
Tattoos:
On her back right shoulder:
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On her arms:
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{Name} Justine Timothée Gagnier
{Nicknames} He goes by Tim, too embarrassed to let people know his real name
{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} Seventeen
{Date of Birth} January 19, 1998
{Appearance} Tim has fiery red hair that is easy to spot even in a crowded area. It normally sticks up at the front even when he brushes it, though many like to think that he uses hair gel, but Tim isn't the type to use product for anything. His hair sticks up of its own will, probably because he always takes a shower right before going to sleep, so it dries like that, or maybe his hair has a mind of its own. Whatever it is, it is the way it is. Naturally, Tim gets a lot of comments for his red hair, kids have always taunted him, and everyone for some reason think he's Irish. He's not. Irish that is. Both his parents are from Britian, and their parents, and their parents' parents - and so on.
Like many redheads (and many Brits), Tim is pasty-white pale, which only makes his hair look even more red; fire engine red, that's definitely one way to describe just how red it is, much to his disdain. Unfortunately, he also has green eyes, which makes a few girls he's gone to school with think of Christmas - red and green, you know? He hates it, but Tim accepts it on a level. It's strange, and difficult to explain, but that's sort of how Tim is. On top of being sickly pale with red hair and bright green eyes, Tim was cursed with freckles. EVERYWHERE. Some of the younger kids on his block never miss a chance to crack a joke about 'connecting the dots' because his face is covered in them. You can just imagine that being pale doesn't help out, since it only makes the freckles even more noticeable.
{History} Growing up for a kid like Tim was hard. It was not a picnic what with his mother dying after giving birth to him and his father blaming him his entire life for that and every other little bad thing that happened. Tim was a rich kid with problems; his father was a big time lawyer that represented various celebrities for whatever they needed him for, and most of the time it was for really stupid things that could have been easily avoided. However, if Tim's father lost a case, Tim was blamed for it as if he was at fault. If his father got sick, Tim was blamed and then forced to take care of him until he got better. The young man was always blamed for everything, and not just blamed, but punished for it too. And so, he turned to alcohol, which he found made him feel...better. It made most of the pain go away. For a little while at least. For about four-five years, Tim had been able to hide his drinking problem from everyone, but his nosy aunt found out about it, but she never cared to learn why. No one care about the why, just that he needed to be fixed. Not helped, fixed, but there was no way to fix him.
{Personality} There is nothing really special about Tim. For the most part, he looks like your average clean cut guy. He is sweet, listens to people, and never gets into fights. So then, what is wrong with this seemingly all around perfect guy? Well, he is an alcoholic. Normally, he has one or two drinks a day, which makes it hardly seem noticeable, but lately, he has been getting drunk much more often than ever before. He sneaks a drink in the morning, more when he is at school, and keeps an entire bottle-or two-for himself at night. Although, even though he gets wasted every night, by the morning, he is practically completely fine and does not show any signs he ever was drunk in the first place. He was...a quite drunk; the kind of guy who locks himself in his room to drink in peace, drowning his sorrows in the sinful liquid.
{Addiction} Alcohol. Tim loves a good drink. Whiskey, vodka - whatever it is, he will drink it. It's all he needs to get through life, which he knows can be a complete pain in the rear. A drink helps him forget about the pain for a little while, even though he knows it's not good for him. And even though his aunt is trying to get him to stop, Tim just finds other ways to get his hands on the liquid that makes all the painful memories go away even if it's just for the night.
{Relations}
∆ Mother: Rose Hallaway Gagnier [deceased] (view spoiler)
∆ Father: Geremiah Williams Gagnier (view spoiler)
∆ Aunt: Miranda Grey (view spoiler)
∆ Cousin: Hawthorne Orion Grey (view spoiler)
∆ Grandma: Anne Marie Gagnier (view spoiler)
∆ Best Friend: Juniper Smith (view spoiler)
{Other}
**to be edited
I love them so far! Justine and my character, Ashton, are both gingers! ( Well she not really a ginger, but close :P )Don't worry, it happens to me all the time since my Microsoft doesn't work anymore. So when my laptop unplugs, I lsoe everything instead of getting it recovered > - >
Thanks! Lol close enough I guess? XDI'm finishing them now since I am done with classes for the day. C=
I'm doing math homework. I'll continue after I finished and returned from the post office. It'll be really quick though. LAter possibly? I don't know what my mother's plans are xD
(✿◠‿◠) Finish them when you can. I'm in no hurry
C= I finally finished my girl, I'm almost done with my guy.
I saw her this morning! She's perfect!I'm mentally debating for the appearance of my male. I'm always so picky when it comes to this. :P
Sorry i might be a bit slow, sinceI have testing this week. I need to focus a bit more on that. Sorry TT A TT
C= Thanks!It's okay, school comes first! Take your time with them
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There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just that way because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes, it's impossible to fix them.
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Ashton Swartz (view spoiler)
◊ [ Nickname (s) ] Ash
• Ashton, of Old English origin, and the meaning of Ashton is "from the ash tree". Surname used as a given name. Occurs occasionally as a boys' name in England from the 1600s, but now it is used mainly for girls, perhaps due to the vogue for Ashley.
• Recorded in many forms, this surname is of early German and Dutch origins. Like many names of pre-medieval origins, it is a form of descriptive nickname. It derives from the pre 8th century word 'swarz' meaning 'black' and as such was given to a person of dark or swarthy appearance. The Angles and Saxons were fair, and this suggests that the 'swarz' as applied to people may have been nationalistic, and given to the Gauls, however this is conjecture. These surnames are 'ornamental' with no literal meaning.
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❝ Love? Love, love, love. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. ❞
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[ Age ] Seventeen [ 17 ]
◊ [ Birth Date: ] November 12th, 1997
• [ Astrological Symbol: ] ♏ ➟ Scorpio
[ Place of Origin ] Manchester, England
◊ [ Ethnical Background ] British, Scottish & Australian descent.
[ Gender ] ♀ Feminine
◊ [ Sexual Attraction ] Heterosexual
[ Addiction ] Depicted to have issues such as a smoking addiction as well as addictions to constant partying and sometimes drinking and drug use. It is apparent that she enjoys going out at night since she's often seen wearing skimpy outfits.
[ Physical Apparition ] Her hair composes of minimal amounts of eumelanin, causing it to appear of long harp string - gold locks that surge over her shoulders and fall a bit past her waist. It’s shorter in the front - containing more wispy short bangs, but it cascades in waves and the ends are a restoration of curls once more. Ash has her mother’s hair, both in texture and pigmentation. With her father however, there is a stark contrast between her blonde and his short, mouse brown hair. When roaming among the living, it’s always tied up; whether it be into a ponytail, or into a scruffy knot atop her head. There are some moments however, when Ashton chops her thick copper tinted curls to shoulder - length to have managing effortless.
She definitely has a feminine build, thanks to good genes. Due to her previous love of sports, Ashton has a bit of athletic and quite lengthy limbs. She does have broad shoulders, to a certain degree; though not as broad as some - possibly quite narrow. When it comes to height and stature - she is slightly on the average side - standing at only five feet and six inches, and possessing more of an underly expressed hourglass physique.
As far as complexion reaches, slightly past the paler side. Not a chalky or pasty pale, though a creamy, light olive toning. Her jaw line smooth, whilst her cheekbones high slashing, thus sculpting a smooth oval shaped face. Many of her features are more on the smaller side, such as her ears, hands, and nose. The skin of her hands are supple, and soft with nimble fingers; those around her would stare amazed at how small and long her fingers are compared to theirs, as well as how long her nails are ( “All the better to claw you face out with” ).
Some of Ash’s most defining traits would be her eyes. Her eyes are an alluring jade glasz, framed by rather long curled up lashes. they shift from their normal jade green, to the palest of blues and greys depending on the lighting. As for her eyebrows, Ash would say for herself they are darker than her natural hair; although she would prefer it darker than lighter. She has good control over them, whilst engaging in conversations. She has full lips, but not overly so, and her smile is one of her most stunning features. If you look closely, the top lip is a bit smaller than the bottom. ‘Twas a shame what had happened to her, now she feels as if she can’t smile anymore. But it was a wonderful sight, lighting up her entire face and and reached all the way towards her eyes.
[ Disposition ]
Manipulative → Charming → Stubborn → Influential
Ashton is so far gone from being abandoned she can’t decide the difference between what’s right or wrong. Underneath the sneer on her face in the presence of others, she just a broken person who pretends that everything is fine. If she has no heart, then she can’t be anymore broken then she already is. Upon first meeting, Ashton seems to situates herself where she is proud of herself and full aware of her current condition; that she rarely volunteers to offer a mere smile to comedians. Hence her history, Ash rarely smiles anymore, nevertheless an upturn of the mouth. The only thing closest to a smile is the sneer she uses to break others and turn them away from her direction.
Ashton is depicted as impulsive, often acting before she thinks, leaving her to more troubles to drown herself in. Though she survives them all. Whether it’s verbal or physical, if anyone gets in her way, or frequently annoys her, she would shred them to pieces. Ash would not normally shed a tear in public, but would most likely lie curled up in a recluse environment to indulge herself into the dark void of hatred and depression that fills the case of a human being.
Her behavior implies that she has difficulty expressing her emotions. As a result, Ashton has very few friends. Her mind frequently runs in terms with her mouth if she isn’t aware, often spilling blunt statement that offend the persons she is engaged with. Overall, Ashton is a convoluted human being that has lost her way, preferring to drown in her own wonderland than face the harshness of reality.
Whoever has come to save her is too late.
She is now believes she is to far away to be saved by anyone.
Though it’s what is in the inside that counts. Ashton is known to be mysteriously charming and has that uncanny ability and intuition to look through a person and decide whether a person is genuine or not. That is one reason why, she has few, close to none, very close friends. She doesn’t seem to trust anyone easily. In one way this is good, since only the deserving people actually make it to their closest circle. And once you have made it to their closest circle, you may find them to be your most loyal friend, unless you deliberately step on her toes. Naturally, Ash is a highly envious and obsessive being. The negative side of this is that she can become extremely addicted to harmful things and may end losing her health and happiness. When it comes to holding a grudge, this is one trait she is infamous for. She rarely forgives and seldom forgets. Among her negative traits, she is also known to be stubborn when it comes to her beliefs.
[ Antecedent ]
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❝ I pursue the words to tell you...but I am greated with this deafening silence.
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It was by fate YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
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❝ I must have said ‘I’m fine’ at least thirty seven times. And I didn’t even mean it once. ❞
Ashton Swartz was born to Darren Swartz and Elisa Harvey on November 12th, 1997. She did not resides in Bristol, until the age of thirteen to live with her older brother, Andrew Swartz, after the death of her father. Eventually, the absence of her mother. Money wasn’t easy to come by, both Andrew and Ashton holding several jobs in different areas. Andrew was a drug dealer, but was never solely into the actually drugs themselves. Seems fortunate, but everyday arriving at ‘work’ meant facing the imminent threat of his own death before his eyes. Ashton wanted him to quit, though where else would he end up? Every passing day was always a blur, Ashton was an intelligent kid, both in streets as well as book smart, but school didn’t interest her. In fact, she rarely showed up at school, preferring the parking lot to indulge herself in a cigarette or two. Before arriving at Bristol, her father held a job as a computer engineer, later revealed that he died of stomach cancer; instead of receiving treatment, he invested his remaining time into fixing a certain irus a hacker produced that threatened a very important company. That company, was willing to pay cash, thinking he could use that cash to support his family. Though Darren Swartz had died of illness, Ash remained heavily burdened with the belief that she indirectly caused her father's death. No one understood her, no one could help her. At least, that’s what she believed. Ash strongly believes that she has weighted her soul with too many of her actions - the drugs, the parties, the smoking, the various one - night stands she has with men she doesn’t really love. All in all, she's just lonely without showing it. because emotions seem to betray her so far.
And that’s when the struggle becomes to difficult to endure...when you just have to let go.
❝ It’s like you’re screaming, and no one can hear. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it’s over, and it’s gone. You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back. So that you could have the good. ❞
[ Relationships ]
♛❙ ( Darren Swartz: father )
♛❙ ( Elisa Harvey: mother )
♛❙ ( Andrew Swartz: older brother )
♛❙ ( Rachel Alexandre: former friend )
♛❙ ( Information not available: lover )
[ Details ]
• Generally has difficulty sleeping at night.
I'm glad you like her :'DI love your characters as well!
I'm working on my male now! :3
I was thinking....since we both have two characters each, would it be easier to do it in the first person? I usually write stories in first person, though roleplay in the third, though which ever one is easier for you
:3
I will be finishing my guy today :) sorry I couldn't get on because of homework. My finals are coming up so it will be rare for me to get on next week, but I am done with with finals on friday, after that I will be free to be on here more :)I don't think I have ever done something in first person before :o but I am willing to try it :) it sounds interesting. I also have noticed people on here do it, so yes! I am up for trying that :3
Alright! First person it is :3Majorly working on my character. I have a lot of characters to make @ - @
:) Take your timeI believe I am finally finished with my guy. I may add more to him later, but at least I am finally done with his appearance.
It took me so long to find an appearance :PBut I finally found the right picture.
With testing and all I egan to realize how online deprived I was. So I shortened my character a lot to make the process faster. Over time I will add on the information I was meaning to put. For now, I put the important information. sorry if it's too short, though I promise I'll be detailed in the roleplay D:
I think he's great! =D I understand about being busy, trust me, I completely understand. I was busy myself for a bit. =) Shall we start this now?
Yes of course! C: I don't really mind who starts.
C= I can start us off, but where should we start? Maybe the four of them are out in some party?
That would be perfect since all of them would be in one place. Alright! c:
We're still doing this in first person, right? C= Wanted to make sure before I post
VioletteEven in the kitchen I could feel the music vibrating through the walls and the floors, making me feel sick to my stomach. Don't get me wrong, I love to party, but not when I have a photoshoot the next day. I wasn't even sure how I ended up here in the first place, someone probably conned me into coming to Riley's house. It was more of a mansion than a house to be honest, which I didn't mind, but there was hardly a place in or out of this mansion that was safe from that blasted music. It was all euro trash, the sort of music that people have sex to in the backseat of their shitty cars.
With a bottle of cheep beer in my hand, I staggered over to the door that led me back to the "dance floor", searching for someone familiar in the sea of losers. There seemed to be more people now than there was when I ran off to the kitchen for a moment to myself. Shouldn't be a surprise, most of them were probably party crashers, then again Riley hardly had an exclusive guest list. Riley was this rich punk, who think he's so cool by throwing these wild parties every other weekend when his parents were away. I wasn't sure if his parents were ever home when I think about it, but it hardly mattered anyways. He was new money so it's no suprise he would be stupid enough to do this kind of thing, wasting away all his parents' money while he still could.
Maybe I should just leave. This was all getting to be too much for me. Plus, this alcohol was probably overflowing with calories. Just that thought alone was enought to make me want to puke.
I tossed by head back, downing the rest of my drink before chucking the bottle as far as possible onto the field. I heard it smash and let out a holler along with a few of the other guys, acting as if it was the greatest achievement in the world. I laughed along with them, not even caring that I hardly knew their names, not that I was going to remember it in the morning anyways. One of them handed me another bottle and a chorus of "chug chug chug" surrounded me as I popped open the cap. With a stupid big grin I did exactly that. Chugged it all down.
Some of the sinful liquid escaped my mouth, running down the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin and onto my shirt. I didn't care though. All that mattered was that I was having the time of my life. I loved coming to these parties. All the booze I could ever wish for was at my disposal and no one ever tried to stop me, telling me that I I should stop because I've had too much. As if there was such a thing as too much. Finishing off this bottle, I tossed it as far as I could, the sound of it breaking somewhere in the dark distance elicited more cheers from the guys. Another bottle came my way, which I gladly took, but my vision was starting to swim so I decided it was time to break free of this crowd and go back into the house.
I was stumbling all the way back to where the main party was being held, but stopped for a second because I felt like I was going to hurl. The feeling passed and I resumed my trek back inside, which was filled with bodies, loud music, and a lot of shit faced people. I was sure I didn't look any better myself.
Everett
I felt like a freeloader arriving at Riley's house just to get some free booze, but who cared? It was a party, and I was desperate to feel lost. Lately, my art teacher noted how depressing my drawings were and suggested I should take time off to "evaluate and discover". What the heck was that supposed to mean? I admit, my art was starting to concern the counselors in school, but it was an accurate demonstration of how I really felt. Instead of worrying abuot how great my art is, how about worrying about the actual person? Though it scares me when I think this, because it makes me sound selfish. I hate being selfish.
My fingers combed their way in my hair as I tirelessly stared at my empty cup. I need another beer.
Pushing my weight off of the wall I walked towards the kitchen to pour some beer. The beer seemed to be disappearing fast, which made me wonder what kind of person would love drinking that much alcohol. Whoever it was, they were sure to have a shit filled morning if they ever get home. The bottles of beer were piled on the table, and I scanned for which one I wanted. Riley always had so many. No doubt he either used a fake ID or stole it from his parents or something. Grunting, I put some ice in my cup and poured more beer. It has to be what? My third cup? And yet I was still functioning; maybe a it less decisive as usual, but a sign of purity compared to nearly everyone else at the party. It would have been nice to have a conversation with somoene aware of their surroundings. I admit, conversations weren't my strongest suit, though it still would be kinda nice to deal with someone who wouldn't puke all over me later on.
Ashton
The distant shout of drunken shouts and laughter was dulled from the windows of the mansion, though the bright lights that flashed were still visible. Possibly even a down the block you would be able to see the neon flashes waving in the air. Though instead of joining in all the fun, I decided to stay out on the porch. Indeed, the infamous Ashton didn't want to go to a party. I inhaled another draw of my cigarette and brushed a wisp of copper tinted hair from my field of vision. I did look ready for a party, in a tight black dress that barely covered my bum and tall heels, though I didn't need anyone to tell me I looked like shit.
Earlier, I had a little argument with my current "boyfriend" Jackson. Though Jackson was aalways an ass, and the fights happened often. Everyone at school thought that I would have broken up with him by now, though I couldn't find the courage to tell him yet. Yah, I was actually hesitating. Truth is, I didn't want to break up with him. Using the knuckle I wiped away another tear which caused more dried mascara to smear from under my eyelids. Hearing a few disoriented steps I turned my head to the right to meet a boy that I've seen around a few times. What was him name again? His sunfire hair and pasty skin called out to her, practically screaming his name. The alias his peers referred him to as started with a T. Tommy? Tom? Timmy? Tiny? Wait....Tim...Tim! That was his name. Although the fact that I managed to remember seemed irrelevent at the moment. This guy was seriously drunk. It wouldn't be surprised if he passed out on the porch.
( Sorry they're so short > - > My posts really suck at the moment )
