Post by Chelsea Hope Lee on Mar 14, 2013 18:52:17 GMT -5
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Name: Chelsea Hope-Artemis Lee
Nicknames: Chels
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Membergroup: Local
Occupation: Artist
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]hair & eye color: Dark brown hair, hazel eyes
height: 5’2
weight: 115 lb
tattoos & piercings: tattoos on her feet, back, neck, legs, and wrists; ears pierced 3 times,
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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: guitar, batman, painting, baking, singing, drawing, sharpies, converse, reading, boys, red, coffee, nights, rainy days, Hello Kitty, movies, animals, helping people
Dislikes: early mornings, cold, being quiet, Justin Bieber and his repetitive lyrics, oversleeping, being insomniac, snakes, spiders
Traits: hyperactive, distracted, friendly, insecure, curious
Overview: Chelsea is not your typical "Southern Belle," if you could even call her that. She loves getting dirty and hanging out with the guys. She is always roughhousing or horse playing. She has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), so she zones out constantly. She will be the first person to tell you that she is not a proper young lady. She, in her family's opinion, is too much of a tomboy to even care. She actually likes wearing dresses though, but you're more likely to see her in jeans. Chelsea has a habit of being random around friends, whether it's shouting out something that makes no sense, or bursting into laughter at nothing. She always has drawings that she used a sharpie to make on her arms and/or legs. She likes adventuring and exploring until her curiosity needs are fulfilled. She listens to people though whenever they are depressed. She loves to help people who are in need, so she volunteers whenever she can. She is very protective of her friends and will back them in anything that they need her to. She hates it when people are fake, or try to stereotype her. She is always in motion, whether it's playing soccer, running to class, or dancing. She can't sit still!
Chelsea came from a family that was always fighting, which in turn has made her a little rough around the edges; she's blunt with most everyone she meets. Her bluntness has created some enemies; but Chelsea doesn't care if she makes friends since she believe people need to love themselves before they make any friends. She easily snaps when people accuse her of something, no matter how minuscule it might be. Chelsea is extremely hard on herself and take others' opinions harshly. When she's around fighting, she will speak her mind by yelling at who've is fighting.
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[/size]Overview: Chelsea was born in Savannah, Georgia on October 26. She was born to Janet and Frankie Lee, a flight attendant and a company CEO. Ever since Chelsea was born, she was a trouble maker. She was the main reason for the tension in her house.
Her parents blamed Chelsea's aunt, who was actually Chelsea's main caretaker since her mother was rarely home and her father was an alcoholic. In fact, Chelsea's aunt was the one who got Chelsea hooked on The Rocky Horror Picture Show and influenced her art. Fighting between her parents and her aunt ensued, causing Chelsea to become even worse.
To escape her family, she went to the local theater to act, her sister's dance studio to dance, or hid in her school's music portable, where she befriend the teacher. One night after getting in late from assisting at the theater, a twelve year old Chelsea was met by her father who was drunk and furious about her grades. He yelled at the girl before slapping her across the face, telling her to get her grades back up.
Her aunt learned of this and, in fear of the safety of her niece, fought for custody of Chelsea. Chelsea was 14 when her aunt won full custody of her in trial, after a 2 year custody battle between her aunt and parents. Frankie and Janet weren't happy about this, considering they didn't blame themselves but rather Chelsea and her mistakes, and fought to stay in the girl's life.
Her sophomore year of high school, she moved to Coral Ridge with her aunt. Her aunt thought maybe it would do her some good if she was out of the same humdrum routine of her hometown. Her junior year she met a boy, and befriended him not long after. They started dating and she fell in love with him.
Unfortunately, he cheated on her not long after taking her virginity. Heartbroken and frustrated, she started cutting herself. Now her head is a bit clearer, but the habit has yet to have been kicked.
After graduation, Chelsea went to college as an art major. She dropped out thought to pursue a profession as a professional artist. And the rest, as she would say, is completely irrelevant.
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[/size]Name: Creed
Roleplay Sample: “Hey,” she greeted, stepping inside as he pulled her in. The bus was warm; at least it was to someone who was dripping wet. Hearing him sigh, she looked down at herself. She was soaking wet, she knew that, but for some reason she felt… guilty. Like she should have been more sensible, grabbed an umbrella on her way out. But she hadn’t. Chelsea just wanted to get over there, and that was her driving force. “Sorry,” she mumbled, looking at her feet. “Just give me a shirt and I’ll-“
He already beat her to it, pulling off her hoodie and shirt himself, leaving the brunette a blushing mess. “Jeez, warn a girl, Lucas!” she hissed, pulling the shirt he had place over her head the rest of the way on. The red was still on her cheeks as she glared at him. He couldn’t do that, he was her ex for god’s sake. Yet there he was, looking as unphased as ever. And that annoyed her to a point, not that she’d tell him. “Thanks,” she mumbled, staring at her feet.
Chelsea shrugged, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes. “I needed to get off of the bus,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side. Which was more than true; Jacob and Quin watched her like a hawk. Here, she wasn’t being watched, and she didn’t have to watch herself. With Luke, she was simply Chelsea. Not the little sister or the youngest in the band. Just Chelsea. And she liked it that way.
Hearing him explain why everyone was missing from his bus, she nodded. “They’d flip a shit, you know. Smart move on your part,” she told him, smiling softly. She followed his eyes to her pants, she blushed again. “You’re probably right…” she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck and sighing. “Well, this shirt is long enough to pretty much be a dress, but… If it’d make you feel better, I can wear a pair of those,” she shrugged, looking around the bus and avoiding eye contact. Still though, she uneasily watched him get up and pour out his cup as she pulled off the sweat pants she was wearing. She relaxed as he told her it was just water and she crawled into his bunk. “Okay, good,” she smiled, crossing her legs and watching him.
The girl shrugged, clasping her hands in her lap. “Yeah… I’m okay, I guess,” she sighed, looking up at him. “Jacob’s been drinking again… And he and Quin are being way too overbearing and…” She looked down at her lap and took a deep breath. “I really just needed to get of there…”
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