Post by eisleymonroe on Apr 15, 2008 17:41:56 GMT -5
about you.
name: Gabriella
age: I'm 16 years YOUNG...
years roleplaying: about seven
password: fate elevator
basics.
character's full name: Eisley Corinne Monroe
birthday/age: August seventh. 17.
gender: total chick
hair color: brown
eye color: hazel
height: 5'7"
weight: 116 lbs.
in depth.
appearance: Blessed with her mother's bone structure and her father's eyes she's quite a beauty. Her body is slim, athletic, and lean. Her belly button is pierced, but she wishes she never got it done. Her eye color tends to change on her mood and outfit so it's kind of hard to really explain them, but her eyes are oval. Her hair is wavy and falls down her back like a chocolate waterfall. She had a little girl charm to her, and she's always smiling. On her cheek she was a rather large freckle. She's normally wearing skinny jeans and some floral top, or dress or something on top. She never wears too much makeup, just enough to accent the good on her.
personality: She's a 'glass half full' kind of girl. Always looking for the bright side, always smiling, good at covering up her bad emotions. She's kind of person who will put all her trouble aside to help you. But if you really do her wrong, or one of her loved ones she will be a cut throat bitch for lack of a better word. She's incredibly ambitious and bubbly, always joking around and making people laugh. She's also rather flirty even if she tries not to be.
likes: starbucks, ipod, boys, the sun, sour patch kids, ice cream, late nights, hot tubs, kissing
dislikes: fakes, meat, television, money, government
history.
parents: Kayla Lamore and Jeffory Monroe
siblings [if any]: only child
other relatives [if any]: A cousin who she keeps in touch with, Marny, but that's about it.
history: She was born and raised in manhattan. New York is and always will be her life. She was home schooled her entire life and shipped from house to house. She wasn't exactly a planned child. Her mom had had too many rum and cokes and ended up going to Jeffory Monroe's pent house where they did the deed and nine months later Eisley popped out. Her parents are still great and wonderful friends, but she was always shipped back and forth. It never phazed her though, only made her stronger. When she was nine her father's pent house caught on fire and he lost everything so he had to live with her mother until he could get back on his feet, which wouldn't take him too long. But for those few brief days it was the first time her family kept together. As she got older her mother, who was a struggling artist, sent her to live permanently with Jeffory. See he's a rather rich stock broker.
Her got tired of his job and decided it was time to move. Eisley had never been passes Staten Island her entire life, let alone California. She was ready for the culture shock of her life. Though she missed the dirty water dogs and homeless men begging for change she learned to love the town rather quickly. It was her knew home. Nothing really bad had ever happened to her, so had no pets to lose, no school chums to fight with, she lived a rather happy life. As much as she loved california, it didn't mean she didn't feel like she was being thrown to the sharks.
roleplay sample.
It’s funny how it was raining all day. She lifted another box from the back of her dad’s pick up truck. She hated this place, it was so dreary. Her green eyes flew up towards the gray sky, “Rain, rain, go away…” She sang softly under her breath before sloshing through the muddy grass to go back into their new house. “..come again some other day.” She continued to mutter as she set the box down on the kitchen counter. Her eyes glanced out the window. Her dad was yapping on his cell phone. Gee, dad, thanks for the help. She thought before returning to unpacking dishes into the cupboards. Most likely she’d be spending more time in here than him. He could hardly boil water without burning the house down. Her mother did most of the cooking with an ample amount of help form her seventeen year old daughter. As she lifted a stack of dishes into the cabinet she heard the door close.
“Dad, there’s still some boxes out there,” Her honey voice said as she turned to him.
“Let’s take a break, Colbie,” A boyish grin hit his aged face. It made her wonder what he looked like when he was her age. “We’ve been working all day.” His eyes glanced over the piles of boxes. “You work too hard, cupcake.” He took long strides to her, pushing his lips into the back of her damp dark head. His hair matched hers at the shade of dark brown. There was no doubting they were father and daughter. “Besides, you need to get your school things ready for tomorrow. Clover High is very excited to have you.”
She happily obliged to the mention of a break. She turned and leaned her back against the counter. “I work too hard because you don’t work enough.” Her playful smile returned and quickly diminished at the mention of school. “I miss my old school. But I guess I’ll make the best of it. It is my senior year after all.” She pouted, not being exactly excited about starting a new school her senior year.
“Exactly. Have fun with it.” He grinned and ruffled up her hair, “Hey Colbie… there’s something I have to tell you…” His grin was wiped off his face and replaced with a somber look.
Colbie’s bright eyes looked him over eagerly, waiting to hear it.
“I’m uh…” He cleared his throat, “I’m excited to start over.” It couldn’t be more obvious that that wasn’t what he wanted to say, but she was used to it. He often chickened out.
“Yeah, dad, me too.” She nodded and forced a smile, though she was disappointed. “I’m gonna go start unpacking my room,” she replied before standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make dinner soon.”
“Don’t bother. We’ll get some Chinese!” He grinned and left her as she climbed up the stairs.
Pushing open the old door and pushing it shut behind her, trying to latch it. It didn’t latch. Great…. She rolled her eyes and started to unload clothes into the ugly old dresser that looked lopsided that sat in the corner.
Her walls were a pale blue, which wasn’t too bad. It brightened the room a little despite the gray sky that she could see from out her window. This place was so depressing. A sad sigh left her lips. She missed Chicago. She missed going into the city on the weekends with her friends to go shopping. She missed the sun. She missed everything.
Silently she made her bed and laid down on it, grabbing her laptop and opening it. There were several unread emails from her friends.
From: letsboogie@aol.com
To:colbiebby@hotmail.com
Subject: MISS YOU!!!
Colbzzzz,
We mis you so much!!!!!!1! the lunch table just aint the samme. have fun @ ur new school. call me n tell me bout the boiz.
love,
chloe xox
Colbie grinned and hit reply and began to type eagerly back to her best friend.
Send to: letsboogie@aol.com
Subject: re:MISS YOU!!!
Hey Chloe! I miss you too. This place is a total bore and it’s so rainy. I think the weather can tell how I feel. My first day is tomorrow, I’m so nervous. And don’t worry, if there are any cute ones I’ll give them you’re number. Lol. I miss you! Don’t replace me.
-Colbieeeeee
She clicked on send and shut her laptop. Her smile had quickly faded as fast as the bolt of lightning and thunder that made had upset her. “I hate it hereeeee.” She groaned and turned on her side and closing her eyes. Without noticing she fell asleep.
She jolted awake and looked to the clock. It was 7:30. School started in ten minutes. “FUDGE!” She shouted and scrambled out of bed, digging through boxes for a pair of flattering jeans. Quickly she tore off her jeans from the night before and threw on the pair. Colbie was never good at choosing something to wear. She dug threw more boxes, throwing her clothes around her before she found a black sweater. Good enough. She quickly tossed off her first shirt and threw on the sweater.
Being very good at multitasking she brushed her hair and teeth at the same time. Then, when finished, she threw her hair back into a plain ponytail, her dark bangs framing her face. No time for makeup.
She grabbed her back pack and rushed out the door but not without noticing her dad sprawled on the couch with Chinese food packages surrounding him on the floor.
Her ivory hand grabbed the truck keys when she realized all the boxes were out of the back. Once she had turned on the ignition she peeled out of the driveway and sped towards the school which was only a few blocks away. Colbie’s green eyes glanced at the sky. It was gray. No surprise there.
Finding a parking spot was difficult but she eventually succeeded and ran into the school, digging frantically through her bag for her schedule.
period one: AP Math rm.112
She searched through the halls, trying not to think about her dream, or rather nightmare.
“Are you lost?” She heard a husky voice from behind her which made her yelp.
“No.” She muttered glancing over the boy. He was tall and muscular. Must be a jock… He had short brown hair to match his dark eyes. He wore a letterman’s jacket. Definitely a jock.
“You sure? You look lost. You’re the new girl, right? Colbie Noel?” He jogged a little to meet up with her.
“Uhm… yeah…” She nodded tucking hair behind her ear. It didn’t surprise her too much to know that he knew her name. It was a small town after all. She had been told there were only three hundred students at the school, which was about half the size of her senior class back in Chicago. “And I guess I am a little lost. I’m looking for room one-twelve.”
“My name’s Connor, and I’m headed that direction. I’ll help a damsel in distress when I see one.” He must have thought he was witty because he smiled at his pick up line.
Colbie forced a laugh and nodded, “Thank you.”
He started talking all about the school, his friends, and everything until they got to the class room. He seemed disappointed to stop. “Hey, you can sit with me at lunch.” He grinned and started to walk away.
She waved goodbye before taking a breath and stepping into her first class.
The whole day she was getting interrogated about her life, about Chicago, and getting asked to hang out. People looked at her like an alien, a very very interesting alien. The first person to really befriend her was Madison, a pretty blonde Junior girl.
She walked with Madison to lunch from their Spanish class before sitting down at a table with Connor.
“I didn’t know you two were friends.” Colbie smiled politely, choosing not to eat.
Madison smiled dreamily at Connor who was too busy smiling at Colbie. No one seemed to notice which comforted the new girl.
Colbie scanned the cafeteria recognizing a few people from other classes but she couldn’t remember names. Her eyes fell on a table of an absolutely stunning group of people. She hadn’t seen them yet.
There he was! The guy from her nightmare! Maybe it was just a coincidence. He was stunning. Her eyes couldn’t peel from him.
“Madison, whose that?” Her honey voice asked.
Madison laughed, “They’re the Ladimores. No one knows much about them. And apparently they’re too good to be friends with anyone here.” The last sentence had a bit of resentment in it.
Colbie wondered what had happened with the Ladimores and Madison.
Still, she couldn’t take her eyes from them.
Suddenly this school seemed to get a whole lot better.
[This is from an RP like the Twilight Series I used to do.]
how did you discover the site? northern downpour.
name: Gabriella
age: I'm 16 years YOUNG...
years roleplaying: about seven
password: fate elevator
basics.
character's full name: Eisley Corinne Monroe
birthday/age: August seventh. 17.
gender: total chick
hair color: brown
eye color: hazel
height: 5'7"
weight: 116 lbs.
in depth.
appearance: Blessed with her mother's bone structure and her father's eyes she's quite a beauty. Her body is slim, athletic, and lean. Her belly button is pierced, but she wishes she never got it done. Her eye color tends to change on her mood and outfit so it's kind of hard to really explain them, but her eyes are oval. Her hair is wavy and falls down her back like a chocolate waterfall. She had a little girl charm to her, and she's always smiling. On her cheek she was a rather large freckle. She's normally wearing skinny jeans and some floral top, or dress or something on top. She never wears too much makeup, just enough to accent the good on her.
personality: She's a 'glass half full' kind of girl. Always looking for the bright side, always smiling, good at covering up her bad emotions. She's kind of person who will put all her trouble aside to help you. But if you really do her wrong, or one of her loved ones she will be a cut throat bitch for lack of a better word. She's incredibly ambitious and bubbly, always joking around and making people laugh. She's also rather flirty even if she tries not to be.
likes: starbucks, ipod, boys, the sun, sour patch kids, ice cream, late nights, hot tubs, kissing
dislikes: fakes, meat, television, money, government
history.
parents: Kayla Lamore and Jeffory Monroe
siblings [if any]: only child
other relatives [if any]: A cousin who she keeps in touch with, Marny, but that's about it.
history: She was born and raised in manhattan. New York is and always will be her life. She was home schooled her entire life and shipped from house to house. She wasn't exactly a planned child. Her mom had had too many rum and cokes and ended up going to Jeffory Monroe's pent house where they did the deed and nine months later Eisley popped out. Her parents are still great and wonderful friends, but she was always shipped back and forth. It never phazed her though, only made her stronger. When she was nine her father's pent house caught on fire and he lost everything so he had to live with her mother until he could get back on his feet, which wouldn't take him too long. But for those few brief days it was the first time her family kept together. As she got older her mother, who was a struggling artist, sent her to live permanently with Jeffory. See he's a rather rich stock broker.
Her got tired of his job and decided it was time to move. Eisley had never been passes Staten Island her entire life, let alone California. She was ready for the culture shock of her life. Though she missed the dirty water dogs and homeless men begging for change she learned to love the town rather quickly. It was her knew home. Nothing really bad had ever happened to her, so had no pets to lose, no school chums to fight with, she lived a rather happy life. As much as she loved california, it didn't mean she didn't feel like she was being thrown to the sharks.
roleplay sample.
It’s funny how it was raining all day. She lifted another box from the back of her dad’s pick up truck. She hated this place, it was so dreary. Her green eyes flew up towards the gray sky, “Rain, rain, go away…” She sang softly under her breath before sloshing through the muddy grass to go back into their new house. “..come again some other day.” She continued to mutter as she set the box down on the kitchen counter. Her eyes glanced out the window. Her dad was yapping on his cell phone. Gee, dad, thanks for the help. She thought before returning to unpacking dishes into the cupboards. Most likely she’d be spending more time in here than him. He could hardly boil water without burning the house down. Her mother did most of the cooking with an ample amount of help form her seventeen year old daughter. As she lifted a stack of dishes into the cabinet she heard the door close.
“Dad, there’s still some boxes out there,” Her honey voice said as she turned to him.
“Let’s take a break, Colbie,” A boyish grin hit his aged face. It made her wonder what he looked like when he was her age. “We’ve been working all day.” His eyes glanced over the piles of boxes. “You work too hard, cupcake.” He took long strides to her, pushing his lips into the back of her damp dark head. His hair matched hers at the shade of dark brown. There was no doubting they were father and daughter. “Besides, you need to get your school things ready for tomorrow. Clover High is very excited to have you.”
She happily obliged to the mention of a break. She turned and leaned her back against the counter. “I work too hard because you don’t work enough.” Her playful smile returned and quickly diminished at the mention of school. “I miss my old school. But I guess I’ll make the best of it. It is my senior year after all.” She pouted, not being exactly excited about starting a new school her senior year.
“Exactly. Have fun with it.” He grinned and ruffled up her hair, “Hey Colbie… there’s something I have to tell you…” His grin was wiped off his face and replaced with a somber look.
Colbie’s bright eyes looked him over eagerly, waiting to hear it.
“I’m uh…” He cleared his throat, “I’m excited to start over.” It couldn’t be more obvious that that wasn’t what he wanted to say, but she was used to it. He often chickened out.
“Yeah, dad, me too.” She nodded and forced a smile, though she was disappointed. “I’m gonna go start unpacking my room,” she replied before standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make dinner soon.”
“Don’t bother. We’ll get some Chinese!” He grinned and left her as she climbed up the stairs.
Pushing open the old door and pushing it shut behind her, trying to latch it. It didn’t latch. Great…. She rolled her eyes and started to unload clothes into the ugly old dresser that looked lopsided that sat in the corner.
Her walls were a pale blue, which wasn’t too bad. It brightened the room a little despite the gray sky that she could see from out her window. This place was so depressing. A sad sigh left her lips. She missed Chicago. She missed going into the city on the weekends with her friends to go shopping. She missed the sun. She missed everything.
Silently she made her bed and laid down on it, grabbing her laptop and opening it. There were several unread emails from her friends.
From: letsboogie@aol.com
To:colbiebby@hotmail.com
Subject: MISS YOU!!!
Colbzzzz,
We mis you so much!!!!!!1! the lunch table just aint the samme. have fun @ ur new school. call me n tell me bout the boiz.
love,
chloe xox
Colbie grinned and hit reply and began to type eagerly back to her best friend.
Send to: letsboogie@aol.com
Subject: re:MISS YOU!!!
Hey Chloe! I miss you too. This place is a total bore and it’s so rainy. I think the weather can tell how I feel. My first day is tomorrow, I’m so nervous. And don’t worry, if there are any cute ones I’ll give them you’re number. Lol. I miss you! Don’t replace me.
-Colbieeeeee
She clicked on send and shut her laptop. Her smile had quickly faded as fast as the bolt of lightning and thunder that made had upset her. “I hate it hereeeee.” She groaned and turned on her side and closing her eyes. Without noticing she fell asleep.
She jolted awake and looked to the clock. It was 7:30. School started in ten minutes. “FUDGE!” She shouted and scrambled out of bed, digging through boxes for a pair of flattering jeans. Quickly she tore off her jeans from the night before and threw on the pair. Colbie was never good at choosing something to wear. She dug threw more boxes, throwing her clothes around her before she found a black sweater. Good enough. She quickly tossed off her first shirt and threw on the sweater.
Being very good at multitasking she brushed her hair and teeth at the same time. Then, when finished, she threw her hair back into a plain ponytail, her dark bangs framing her face. No time for makeup.
She grabbed her back pack and rushed out the door but not without noticing her dad sprawled on the couch with Chinese food packages surrounding him on the floor.
Her ivory hand grabbed the truck keys when she realized all the boxes were out of the back. Once she had turned on the ignition she peeled out of the driveway and sped towards the school which was only a few blocks away. Colbie’s green eyes glanced at the sky. It was gray. No surprise there.
Finding a parking spot was difficult but she eventually succeeded and ran into the school, digging frantically through her bag for her schedule.
period one: AP Math rm.112
She searched through the halls, trying not to think about her dream, or rather nightmare.
“Are you lost?” She heard a husky voice from behind her which made her yelp.
“No.” She muttered glancing over the boy. He was tall and muscular. Must be a jock… He had short brown hair to match his dark eyes. He wore a letterman’s jacket. Definitely a jock.
“You sure? You look lost. You’re the new girl, right? Colbie Noel?” He jogged a little to meet up with her.
“Uhm… yeah…” She nodded tucking hair behind her ear. It didn’t surprise her too much to know that he knew her name. It was a small town after all. She had been told there were only three hundred students at the school, which was about half the size of her senior class back in Chicago. “And I guess I am a little lost. I’m looking for room one-twelve.”
“My name’s Connor, and I’m headed that direction. I’ll help a damsel in distress when I see one.” He must have thought he was witty because he smiled at his pick up line.
Colbie forced a laugh and nodded, “Thank you.”
He started talking all about the school, his friends, and everything until they got to the class room. He seemed disappointed to stop. “Hey, you can sit with me at lunch.” He grinned and started to walk away.
She waved goodbye before taking a breath and stepping into her first class.
The whole day she was getting interrogated about her life, about Chicago, and getting asked to hang out. People looked at her like an alien, a very very interesting alien. The first person to really befriend her was Madison, a pretty blonde Junior girl.
She walked with Madison to lunch from their Spanish class before sitting down at a table with Connor.
“I didn’t know you two were friends.” Colbie smiled politely, choosing not to eat.
Madison smiled dreamily at Connor who was too busy smiling at Colbie. No one seemed to notice which comforted the new girl.
Colbie scanned the cafeteria recognizing a few people from other classes but she couldn’t remember names. Her eyes fell on a table of an absolutely stunning group of people. She hadn’t seen them yet.
There he was! The guy from her nightmare! Maybe it was just a coincidence. He was stunning. Her eyes couldn’t peel from him.
“Madison, whose that?” Her honey voice asked.
Madison laughed, “They’re the Ladimores. No one knows much about them. And apparently they’re too good to be friends with anyone here.” The last sentence had a bit of resentment in it.
Colbie wondered what had happened with the Ladimores and Madison.
Still, she couldn’t take her eyes from them.
Suddenly this school seemed to get a whole lot better.
[This is from an RP like the Twilight Series I used to do.
]how did you discover the site? northern downpour.
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