Post by Lynette Carteret on Nov 11, 2006 23:46:19 GMT -5
About You//
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Your Character//
Name: Lynette Carteret
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Look-a-Like: Lara Jade
Personality:
Well, several things that should be known by all about Lynette.
She doesn't care what you think of her.
She's very down to earth.
and
She has an opinion.
Lynette used to really care about what people thought of her up until her junior year of high school, she finally stopped caring though after she moved from Paris to smack-dab in the middle to Atlanta, Georgia.
Not exactly your ideal place in her situation. She made the best of it and really grew up a lot in those two years.
Lynette also used to be a very up-tight person. But once she realized she couldn't change everything to mold it the way she wanted it to be exactly except for in her paintings she finally let go of that and smoked a joint and relaxed.
She's not a druggie mind you. But she does smoke, and not just maryjane but cigarettes as well.
She doesn't smoke often, normally when she's just really upset about something.
And lastly how opinionated. Lynette is a vegetarian and she often enjoys a good debate or silent, anonymous protest.
It doesn't matter what the debates about, it could be anything from politics to why she thought vegan-ism was silly, and vegetarian-ism was more understandable.
The silent, anonymous protests normally are flyers or posters put up on top of other ones saying something along the lines of
Go Veg.
Or
How would you feel if that chicken was chowing down on your chest?
Appearance:
Lynette has long very dark brown hair to the point where it looks black at times.
Her eyes are a startling icy blue which sometimes have the slightest hint of green to them.
Black khol normally rings the female's eyes. This black eyeliner and mascara's the only make-up she ever wears.
She never wears foundation because it clogs your pours, and she doesn't need it. Her skin is smooth with no blemishes due to the fact that she washes her face every morning and night and sometimes even in the middle of the day if she thinks it's necessary.
She's on the thin side, and reaches a small height of 5'4. At least she considers that pretty short in comparison to most of her friends and it really does make her feel like a little kid.
Background:
Lynette has two parents who love each other more then any two other people she's ever seen in her life.
She's never seen them have one argument which doesn't end in the both of them apologizing and kissing and what not. Dysfunctional relationships is all the girl has ever known though. She's finally decided that she's swearing off boys. Yeah, guy friends are great...little to no drama with them most of the time, but no more boyfriends for the next year.
Back in Paris, Lynette was attending a boarding school for the arts, she was there for painting and photography.
She went there starting in sixth grade, which was the entering grade level, though soon the school was shut down because the headmaster had been taking their money and spending it on saving the whales and helping little children in Africa.
The whole saving the whales thing really won Lynette's respect for the old man, though that wasn't the same feeling her parents had. They were outraged that so much of their money was wasted.
So Lynette was pulled out of the school along with almost everyone else and there were so little students left that it had to be shut down.
The building has since been turned into a studio for some designers.
Well, Lynette's parents of course had to find another good school for their daughter and only child to go to, and finally decided that they wanted to move back to Atlanta, where her mother's family lived.
Yes, her father was a full blooded French man, and her mother an American from Georgia.
So there Lynette was, in a new country and attending a lame private school inside the city where she actually had to live with her parents now.
She was all too ready to get out of there as soon as she could and applied for all the top art colleges she knew of.
Finally deciding on NYU she packed up and left her parents in Atlanta, moving into her own loft apartment in the city that never sleeps.
And she's found it to be true bliss thus far.
Sample of Role Playing
((high school roleplay...and a guy.))
'I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
We walked around the lake
And woke up in the rain
And everyone turned over
Troubled in their dreams again
Visiting time is over
And so we walk away
And both play dead then cry out loud
Why we always cry this way?'
It began to blast from the speaker next to his bed -c-
which sat on the wooden table. He rolled over in his bed so that he faced it and opening his eyes he looked at the wall straight ahead of him. The color was white. Though there were pictures on it, so that you couldn't see the white of the wall in this spot. He planned on making his whole room like that sometime soon.
Surrounded by photos he had taken himself, in the middle was a picture -c-
of Marie Antoinette in all her glory, a copy of a painting of her when she was still young. A small smile formed on the male's lips as his hand moved up and The Cure's The Walk shut off. Pulling the white sheets off of his 6'1 form he moved so that he was sitting up on his bed, and a small yawn escaped from his lips. After waking up a little more he moved from where he sat making his way toward -c-
the bathroom door, the bathroom which was connected to his room. After he'd finished showering he stepped out exiting the bathroom once more. One of the white towels that had been stacked on the shelves in the bathroom was now wrapped around his waist as he searched for something to wear. Grabbing a pair of jeans he dropped them on his bed, and moved to look for a shirt. A black and gray -c-
stripped shirt was soon picked out. Minutes later Louis was clothed, pausing as he buttoned three of the four buttons on his shirt. Socks...socks was all he needed now, grabbing a pair he slipped them on his feet before he moved back into the bathroom brushing his teeth and hair. As it dried it became wavy and he brushed it to the right some, just so it was above his eyebrows. He was downstairs -c-
within minutes looking through the refrigerator for something to eat for breakfast. He soon pulled out a box of poptarts and took a pack before he replaced it on the shelf, and opening the pastry put them into the toaster. As he waited, he moved pulling a glass bottle of raspberry iced tea from the refrigerator. And then noticed the note from his mom.
His mom was the only person he lived -c-
with. He didn't even know who his father was. His mother was a bit of a drifter in the 80's to day the least, up until she got pregnant with him, and then she picked out this house, and started to write.
Yes, his mother was a published author, and quite a popular one. She wrote this whole Fantasy series about these people living in the 1700's while Marie Antoinette was in rule. That and they -c-
were filled with lots of romance. She was a great mother, and the two were pretty good friends. They was only eighteen years apart, which wasn't very much. She'd left to meet with her publisher, for she'd been at home working for the past several months, and another one of her books had finally been finished.
The note pretty much said she'd be home with dinner so not to worry. Louis grabbed both -c-
his pop tart and his tea and exited the house and started over to his car. He drove a black Mercedes turbo diesel. It wasn't anything fancy, it was pretty old actually...from the 90's.
After he started it The Smiths began to play and he made his way to school breaking off pieces of his pop tart and eating it now and then as he drove.
Parking in his normal spot he turned his car off and -c-
shouldering his plain, black messenger bag and grabbing what remained of his pop tart in the napkin and the tea he made his way up to the school slowly. -f-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
How many hours do you spend online daily?
Your Character//
Name: Lynette Carteret
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Look-a-Like: Lara Jade
Personality:
Well, several things that should be known by all about Lynette.
She doesn't care what you think of her.
She's very down to earth.
and
She has an opinion.
Lynette used to really care about what people thought of her up until her junior year of high school, she finally stopped caring though after she moved from Paris to smack-dab in the middle to Atlanta, Georgia.
Not exactly your ideal place in her situation. She made the best of it and really grew up a lot in those two years.
Lynette also used to be a very up-tight person. But once she realized she couldn't change everything to mold it the way she wanted it to be exactly except for in her paintings she finally let go of that and smoked a joint and relaxed.
She's not a druggie mind you. But she does smoke, and not just maryjane but cigarettes as well.
She doesn't smoke often, normally when she's just really upset about something.
And lastly how opinionated. Lynette is a vegetarian and she often enjoys a good debate or silent, anonymous protest.
It doesn't matter what the debates about, it could be anything from politics to why she thought vegan-ism was silly, and vegetarian-ism was more understandable.
The silent, anonymous protests normally are flyers or posters put up on top of other ones saying something along the lines of
Go Veg.
Or
How would you feel if that chicken was chowing down on your chest?
Appearance:
Lynette has long very dark brown hair to the point where it looks black at times.
Her eyes are a startling icy blue which sometimes have the slightest hint of green to them.
Black khol normally rings the female's eyes. This black eyeliner and mascara's the only make-up she ever wears.
She never wears foundation because it clogs your pours, and she doesn't need it. Her skin is smooth with no blemishes due to the fact that she washes her face every morning and night and sometimes even in the middle of the day if she thinks it's necessary.
She's on the thin side, and reaches a small height of 5'4. At least she considers that pretty short in comparison to most of her friends and it really does make her feel like a little kid.
Background:
Lynette has two parents who love each other more then any two other people she's ever seen in her life.
She's never seen them have one argument which doesn't end in the both of them apologizing and kissing and what not. Dysfunctional relationships is all the girl has ever known though. She's finally decided that she's swearing off boys. Yeah, guy friends are great...little to no drama with them most of the time, but no more boyfriends for the next year.
Back in Paris, Lynette was attending a boarding school for the arts, she was there for painting and photography.
She went there starting in sixth grade, which was the entering grade level, though soon the school was shut down because the headmaster had been taking their money and spending it on saving the whales and helping little children in Africa.
The whole saving the whales thing really won Lynette's respect for the old man, though that wasn't the same feeling her parents had. They were outraged that so much of their money was wasted.
So Lynette was pulled out of the school along with almost everyone else and there were so little students left that it had to be shut down.
The building has since been turned into a studio for some designers.
Well, Lynette's parents of course had to find another good school for their daughter and only child to go to, and finally decided that they wanted to move back to Atlanta, where her mother's family lived.
Yes, her father was a full blooded French man, and her mother an American from Georgia.
So there Lynette was, in a new country and attending a lame private school inside the city where she actually had to live with her parents now.
She was all too ready to get out of there as soon as she could and applied for all the top art colleges she knew of.
Finally deciding on NYU she packed up and left her parents in Atlanta, moving into her own loft apartment in the city that never sleeps.
And she's found it to be true bliss thus far.
Sample of Role Playing
((high school roleplay...and a guy.))
'I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
We walked around the lake
And woke up in the rain
And everyone turned over
Troubled in their dreams again
Visiting time is over
And so we walk away
And both play dead then cry out loud
Why we always cry this way?'
It began to blast from the speaker next to his bed -c-
which sat on the wooden table. He rolled over in his bed so that he faced it and opening his eyes he looked at the wall straight ahead of him. The color was white. Though there were pictures on it, so that you couldn't see the white of the wall in this spot. He planned on making his whole room like that sometime soon.
Surrounded by photos he had taken himself, in the middle was a picture -c-
of Marie Antoinette in all her glory, a copy of a painting of her when she was still young. A small smile formed on the male's lips as his hand moved up and The Cure's The Walk shut off. Pulling the white sheets off of his 6'1 form he moved so that he was sitting up on his bed, and a small yawn escaped from his lips. After waking up a little more he moved from where he sat making his way toward -c-
the bathroom door, the bathroom which was connected to his room. After he'd finished showering he stepped out exiting the bathroom once more. One of the white towels that had been stacked on the shelves in the bathroom was now wrapped around his waist as he searched for something to wear. Grabbing a pair of jeans he dropped them on his bed, and moved to look for a shirt. A black and gray -c-
stripped shirt was soon picked out. Minutes later Louis was clothed, pausing as he buttoned three of the four buttons on his shirt. Socks...socks was all he needed now, grabbing a pair he slipped them on his feet before he moved back into the bathroom brushing his teeth and hair. As it dried it became wavy and he brushed it to the right some, just so it was above his eyebrows. He was downstairs -c-
within minutes looking through the refrigerator for something to eat for breakfast. He soon pulled out a box of poptarts and took a pack before he replaced it on the shelf, and opening the pastry put them into the toaster. As he waited, he moved pulling a glass bottle of raspberry iced tea from the refrigerator. And then noticed the note from his mom.
His mom was the only person he lived -c-
with. He didn't even know who his father was. His mother was a bit of a drifter in the 80's to day the least, up until she got pregnant with him, and then she picked out this house, and started to write.
Yes, his mother was a published author, and quite a popular one. She wrote this whole Fantasy series about these people living in the 1700's while Marie Antoinette was in rule. That and they -c-
were filled with lots of romance. She was a great mother, and the two were pretty good friends. They was only eighteen years apart, which wasn't very much. She'd left to meet with her publisher, for she'd been at home working for the past several months, and another one of her books had finally been finished.
The note pretty much said she'd be home with dinner so not to worry. Louis grabbed both -c-
his pop tart and his tea and exited the house and started over to his car. He drove a black Mercedes turbo diesel. It wasn't anything fancy, it was pretty old actually...from the 90's.
After he started it The Smiths began to play and he made his way to school breaking off pieces of his pop tart and eating it now and then as he drove.
Parking in his normal spot he turned his car off and -c-
shouldering his plain, black messenger bag and grabbing what remained of his pop tart in the napkin and the tea he made his way up to the school slowly. -f-
