Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 10, 2006 18:44:02 GMT -5
About You// ….
Name: Louise
Age: 15
Gender: Male with a Fe at the beginning, you know like FE to the Male.
How many hours do you spend online daily?: I don’t know? But it doesn’t really make a difference you know I’m always as active as hell. Well unless I am on someone family trip.
Your Character//
Name: Olivia Rachel Rodriguez
Age: turning eighteen on December 11th
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian, but her father is mainly from the Caribbean Islands
Look-a-Like: she looks a lot like Ana Beatriz Barros, but not exactly.
Personality: Well, you would probably describe Olivia as lively yet a bit high strung. She will put herself out there when she doesn’t really mean to. It’s not that she means to act cocky she just is used to be rich and powerful.
Olivia doesn’t understand anything, sure she is book smart, but she is so stubborn. She would probably come out with something like “ Are you gay?” to a President. She never forces smiles or fakes laughs, she is who she is and she says exactly what comes to mind first. And doesn’t put much thought into what she says or does really. If Olivia speaks highly of you, she is not putting on an act and if she is trashing about you. Yeah you will probably never become friends.
Appearance: Her face is angular but with tiny delicate features. Her eyes almost look to big for her face when her long, dark lashes are brushed over with black mascara. Her nose is small and pointed a tiny bit up at the end. Soft, bouncy, banana curls frame her small face. They are a golden brown color but get darker in the winter. Her arms are long and she has tiny hands but with short and stubby fingers. Hah good look playing instruments.
Olivia’s skin is like maple syrup. It’s even and dark, becoming more golden like when its nearing summer. Her skin is silky an soft to touch. I would say “ like a baby’s bottom” but that would just scare you all half to death. According to her mother her eyebrows must be waxed every three weeks to keep them in shape. Her uneven and slightly bushy eyebrows are just too much fro her to handle.
Barbie would be jealous of her cheekbones. They are prominent and they don’t need embellishment from any blush. With that she has plump, pouting lips that give her a little charm.
When Olivia was little, her mother fussed over her eating habits over obsessively that she got addicted. It is kind of hard to say and it sounds stupid, like how do you get addicted to food? Pressure. Olivia lived in pressure. Pressure to be gorgeous. Pressure to be skinny just like dear old mom. That’s why she was so chubby. And everyone called her pig face. Lovely thought isn’t it. But with all her moms dieting plans and exercise coaches she was bent back in shape. The horror of her younger years makes her almost scared of food. Now I wouldn’t say she is anorexic or anything but eating good food is definitely not a pleasure for her.
Background: You probably wouldn’t be surprised about her background. It seems as though it all fits into place. Olivia’s father is too rich for his own good and his daily procedure is figuring out more ways to spend his cash. Her mom works in financial business, but that’s only so she can prove to people that she isn’t dumb and works for a living. um yeah right.. Her boobs are fake, her smile is fake, her teeth are fake you could probably see enough to get an up close and personal glance at her mother’s priority by looking down her low cut shirts. Not to mention her style is too tacky to handle.
Before New York Olivia lived in Brazil. That’s her mother’s heritage. Everyone always asked her if she saw monkeys or lions? Which kind of pissed her off. She spoke the truth and gave everyone the whole sob story of Brazil. That really wasn’t that exciting. Yeah sure there are some rainforests and what not but Brazil isn’t some exotic jungle.
She moved when she was fourteen years old. It was hard to make friends. When you are a young teenager everyone just sneers at you and giggles at you in their little cliques. But after time she connected at hip with some people who fell in love with her exuberant personality. Some people however fell in short because Olivia never let go of things and she always said everything she was thinking.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)): Ok before you read this. I know I did this like today on Cali but I couldn’t find anything else and I didn’t have a lot more time to type up a sample. So read it up bitches and love it. Well Madz you have probably already read it..but you know.
This is what they have all been waiting for, the moment in girls’ lives that they are meant to cherish forever. Then why did Lauren feel like crap? Today, her heart was supposed to race, her hands were supposed to shake with fear and excitement. Right now she should have anticipating the moment when Matt walks up to her, but wait. Was Matt here? No. Of course he didn’t bother to show up, he hadn’t called her in weeks and he was probably off in Tokyo or something. But was that really the reason Lauren was upset? This was supposed to be when Rachel and her were laughing and joking about how much fun the after party was going to be and all the drama that was going to start.
Lauren stood by the two doors waiting for the moment her name was called. This wasn’t a big deal. She had already asked her brother to be her date, probably no one but Noelle and Rachel would realize that the hot guy dancing with her was her brother in college. He could definitely pass as her boyfriend. Not that she wanted him to…
“Lauren Cooper.” Her name was called out in that booming, monotone voice. This was it. The doors reopened for her entry and as soon as an aurora of light cast upon her she gave off a huge toothy smile. Not that it was genuine of course; she didn’t feel like smiling right now.
Her white dress clung to every curve in her body. The crystal accents on the beaded Chantilly lace sheath of her dress caught the aurora of light that shone down on her. The dress was a satin, white strapless dress. But wasn’t everyone’s? Lauren was the only one to seem to think it was boring. Probably because of her mood, to Lauren’s despite that the dress really was gorgeous. The beading and lace entwined in the dress was a key embellishment. It had a dropped waist and reached down in the back, and was shorter in the front.
All eyes were on her, well and of course. Half of Lauren’s hair was pulled back in the front, not tightly though, and the rest was hanging in loose curls that ran down her bare back. Her blue-green eyes were lined with an edgy black eyeliner and a pearly white shimmer over her eyelids.
Her long, dark eyelashes blinked a couple times before actually realizing she was supposed to meet her dad. Oh, right, forgot about that part. She took a step forward and met her dad at the top of the stair case. His dark hair (or what was left of it) was brushed back neatly and he looked crisp and clean in his black tux. Lauren and her mom were the only blondes in her family.
She met her brother right in front of the staircase. His dark brown hair fell over one green eye. He grinned and she mouthed a quick thank you. Her brother, Kelan, had always been there for her. She took his tanned hand in a firm grip as he lead her to the dance floor--but to Lauren right now the waltz with her hot brother was the not the biggest thing on her mind.
and if I get in avatar:
She looks like person on left. nd she looks more like her in Avatar then picture
[/font][/size]Name: Louise
Age: 15
Gender: Male with a Fe at the beginning, you know like FE to the Male.
How many hours do you spend online daily?: I don’t know? But it doesn’t really make a difference you know I’m always as active as hell. Well unless I am on someone family trip.
Your Character//
Name: Olivia Rachel Rodriguez
Age: turning eighteen on December 11th
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian, but her father is mainly from the Caribbean Islands
Look-a-Like: she looks a lot like Ana Beatriz Barros, but not exactly.
Personality: Well, you would probably describe Olivia as lively yet a bit high strung. She will put herself out there when she doesn’t really mean to. It’s not that she means to act cocky she just is used to be rich and powerful.
Olivia doesn’t understand anything, sure she is book smart, but she is so stubborn. She would probably come out with something like “ Are you gay?” to a President. She never forces smiles or fakes laughs, she is who she is and she says exactly what comes to mind first. And doesn’t put much thought into what she says or does really. If Olivia speaks highly of you, she is not putting on an act and if she is trashing about you. Yeah you will probably never become friends.
Appearance: Her face is angular but with tiny delicate features. Her eyes almost look to big for her face when her long, dark lashes are brushed over with black mascara. Her nose is small and pointed a tiny bit up at the end. Soft, bouncy, banana curls frame her small face. They are a golden brown color but get darker in the winter. Her arms are long and she has tiny hands but with short and stubby fingers. Hah good look playing instruments.
Olivia’s skin is like maple syrup. It’s even and dark, becoming more golden like when its nearing summer. Her skin is silky an soft to touch. I would say “ like a baby’s bottom” but that would just scare you all half to death. According to her mother her eyebrows must be waxed every three weeks to keep them in shape. Her uneven and slightly bushy eyebrows are just too much fro her to handle.
Barbie would be jealous of her cheekbones. They are prominent and they don’t need embellishment from any blush. With that she has plump, pouting lips that give her a little charm.
When Olivia was little, her mother fussed over her eating habits over obsessively that she got addicted. It is kind of hard to say and it sounds stupid, like how do you get addicted to food? Pressure. Olivia lived in pressure. Pressure to be gorgeous. Pressure to be skinny just like dear old mom. That’s why she was so chubby. And everyone called her pig face. Lovely thought isn’t it. But with all her moms dieting plans and exercise coaches she was bent back in shape. The horror of her younger years makes her almost scared of food. Now I wouldn’t say she is anorexic or anything but eating good food is definitely not a pleasure for her.
Background: You probably wouldn’t be surprised about her background. It seems as though it all fits into place. Olivia’s father is too rich for his own good and his daily procedure is figuring out more ways to spend his cash. Her mom works in financial business, but that’s only so she can prove to people that she isn’t dumb and works for a living. um yeah right.. Her boobs are fake, her smile is fake, her teeth are fake you could probably see enough to get an up close and personal glance at her mother’s priority by looking down her low cut shirts. Not to mention her style is too tacky to handle.
Before New York Olivia lived in Brazil. That’s her mother’s heritage. Everyone always asked her if she saw monkeys or lions? Which kind of pissed her off. She spoke the truth and gave everyone the whole sob story of Brazil. That really wasn’t that exciting. Yeah sure there are some rainforests and what not but Brazil isn’t some exotic jungle.
She moved when she was fourteen years old. It was hard to make friends. When you are a young teenager everyone just sneers at you and giggles at you in their little cliques. But after time she connected at hip with some people who fell in love with her exuberant personality. Some people however fell in short because Olivia never let go of things and she always said everything she was thinking.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)): Ok before you read this. I know I did this like today on Cali but I couldn’t find anything else and I didn’t have a lot more time to type up a sample. So read it up bitches and love it. Well Madz you have probably already read it..but you know.
This is what they have all been waiting for, the moment in girls’ lives that they are meant to cherish forever. Then why did Lauren feel like crap? Today, her heart was supposed to race, her hands were supposed to shake with fear and excitement. Right now she should have anticipating the moment when Matt walks up to her, but wait. Was Matt here? No. Of course he didn’t bother to show up, he hadn’t called her in weeks and he was probably off in Tokyo or something. But was that really the reason Lauren was upset? This was supposed to be when Rachel and her were laughing and joking about how much fun the after party was going to be and all the drama that was going to start.
Lauren stood by the two doors waiting for the moment her name was called. This wasn’t a big deal. She had already asked her brother to be her date, probably no one but Noelle and Rachel would realize that the hot guy dancing with her was her brother in college. He could definitely pass as her boyfriend. Not that she wanted him to…
“Lauren Cooper.” Her name was called out in that booming, monotone voice. This was it. The doors reopened for her entry and as soon as an aurora of light cast upon her she gave off a huge toothy smile. Not that it was genuine of course; she didn’t feel like smiling right now.
Her white dress clung to every curve in her body. The crystal accents on the beaded Chantilly lace sheath of her dress caught the aurora of light that shone down on her. The dress was a satin, white strapless dress. But wasn’t everyone’s? Lauren was the only one to seem to think it was boring. Probably because of her mood, to Lauren’s despite that the dress really was gorgeous. The beading and lace entwined in the dress was a key embellishment. It had a dropped waist and reached down in the back, and was shorter in the front.
All eyes were on her, well and of course. Half of Lauren’s hair was pulled back in the front, not tightly though, and the rest was hanging in loose curls that ran down her bare back. Her blue-green eyes were lined with an edgy black eyeliner and a pearly white shimmer over her eyelids.
Her long, dark eyelashes blinked a couple times before actually realizing she was supposed to meet her dad. Oh, right, forgot about that part. She took a step forward and met her dad at the top of the stair case. His dark hair (or what was left of it) was brushed back neatly and he looked crisp and clean in his black tux. Lauren and her mom were the only blondes in her family.
She met her brother right in front of the staircase. His dark brown hair fell over one green eye. He grinned and she mouthed a quick thank you. Her brother, Kelan, had always been there for her. She took his tanned hand in a firm grip as he lead her to the dance floor--but to Lauren right now the waltz with her hot brother was the not the biggest thing on her mind.
and if I get in avatar:
She looks like person on left. nd she looks more like her in Avatar then picture
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