Post by Amelia Rose Clarke on Mar 13, 2013 14:36:23 GMT -5
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Name: amelia rose clarke
Nicknames: millie
Age: twenty two
Gender: female
Membergroup: local
Occupation: fashion
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]hair & eye color: blonde&blue
height: 5'8
weight: 8st8
tattoos & piercings: ears pierced twice and top left ear. no tattoos
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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: friends, surfing, the beach, aussie, english american accent, dancing, having fun, shopping, vogue, fashion, clothes, sleepovers
Dislikes: horror movies, geeks, people who think she is stupid, bitches, junk food, fast food.
Traits: fun, sweet, outgoing, girlie and cute.
Overview: millie is the typical popular cheerleader (at least she was at school, and she still likes to do it sometimes) , she is sweet and kind of innocent though she is kinda boy crazy.
She loves her friends more than anything, unfortunately she only has a few at the prep school, most of her friends go to the high school which is where she would rather be, only because of her friends though, she can be a bit of a snob. when she was at school she nearly got kicked for fooling around with a guy on the school field, but managed to get out of it because of her family, that was one awkward conversation as you could imagine!
Millie is also a typical blonde, she doesn't really get things easily, she doesn't think before she speaks and she doesn't think things through, she often says really dumb things and kinda gets bullied about it a little, she lives with it but doesn't like it. She is sweet so never really says anything about it.
Even though she is beautiful she is very insecure and not very confident, but she comes across as though she is. It's just an act and she kind of hates the person she is, she hates that she has to pretend. She also doesn't really eat properly, she is a health freak and won't go near any kind of fast food or junk food.
She can sometimes be a little stuck up and snobby when it comes to a few things, if a geek comes up to her and tries to ask her out she may laugh but it isn't cos she's mean, she is just being her typically girlie self.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size] Overview: amelia rose clarke was born on twenty second june 1990 to joeseph frederick clarke and georgina helena clarke. it was a cool summer breeze, she weighed just over 7lbs which was a healthy weight.
she is the youngest born out of her siblings and she loves that. she often gets away with a lot more because of it. she loves her siblings though and doesn't complain about them a lot of the time, only the fact that they are very protective of her, she hates that because she feels like she is being reined in sometimes. she wants to be independent.
she grew up in Melbourne, Australia and her best friend lived a couple of doors down. he was a bit older than her but it really did not matter, she would tell him everything and vice versa. she was deverstated when he moved to america, they kept in touch for a while but eventually the contact stopped and she doesn't know why.
millie was very popular in school, she was the queen bee you could say, but didn't quite take the role of most queen bees. she wasn't really a bitch at all, sometimes she would say things without thinking but she never meant any harm. people liked her for her honesty and they found her funny. which was why she was so popular.
she got into a good college and studied fashion design. she is now working for a prestigious designer fashion line. she recently got a job here which is what brought her here. she's managed to get settled quite well and of course she loves to surf.
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[/size]Name: kayla
Roleplay Sample:
Summer could feel the daylight streaming through her curtains and onto her face. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wriggled beneath her covers, wrapping herself up in them tightly in an attempt to bundle herself up and back to sleep. It seemed impossible however as that irritating ray of sun light continued to glare down on, almost mocking her. ”No, no, no” she groaned to herself. All too son it hit her like a big yellow school bus. The afternoon warmth was the least of her worries right now. Instead all she could focus on was the pounding of her head, the dryness that was her mouth and a very blurry recollection of what had happened the night before. She knew this feeling al too well. It happened on most mornings actually. The all too familiar hangover that Summer Blair spent most of her teen years battling. Finally letting a dark brown eye open, she took in her surroundings, still remaining snug in her spot.
A small wave of relief rushed over her as she recognised the room. Clothes everywhere, family pictures on the wall and a few empty bottles. Her own rom. Thank god. Finally sitting up, she stretched her arms above her head, already wishing she hadn’t made the sudden movement as her stomach churned. Eyes darted around her room, landing on three familiar figures. The mop of blonde hair beside her could only be Millie’s and she could only just tell the two brunette’s apart thanks to Cara’s tiny little body. She smiled to herself at the three other girls crammed into her king size bed. In their college years, even though Summer was the only one who hadn’t actually gone to college, and they still managed to all fall asleep together like little kids. Snuggling into Millie, she tried to wake the girl up with no luck. What the hell had they done last night?
Judging by the hangover she was now experiencing she guessed the girls night in they had planned hadn’t happened. Then again, things never did with Summer. It was coming back to her now in a whirl wind of booze, boys and giggles. As usual, she’d convinced them to trade in the lame movies and popcorn for a night out clubbing. She was sure she’d promised them she’d just have a few drinks and they could leave but they should have known better. Summer had got herself smashed, downing shots left right and centre all while trying to make the others have a killer night. Luckily for her her friends must have obliged and one of them, or al of them had some how talked her home. Spotting her dress from the night before on the floor across from her, she checked under the covers to see one of them had changed her into something more comfortable. Probably Cara, her own little mommy. God, she loved them.
She may have loved then but she always loved to annoy them. They probably needed the sleep and she probably owed it to them but Summer was hungry and she was lonely. Part of the reason her and Millie had got this apartment together was so they could have the girls over. Now that she was awake, she was determined to get everyone else up. It killed her in every sense of the word, but she wriggled her way out of her covers and managed to balance herself upright. Suddenly she started to bounce up and down as hard as she could on her bed, sending her friends bodies all over the place, ”Wake up girls!” she called out. Even the sound of her own voice was making her feel shit. ”I’m starving. And I feel like crap. Someone make coffee. Please!” she continued to bounce until she had each and every one of them up and a volunteer to dose her with some much needed caffine.
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