Post by Kerstin Vought on Dec 23, 2006 16:40:51 GMT -5
About You//
Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Camilla ‘Cami’ Ferseth
Age: nineteen.
Gender: Female.
Race: white.
Look-a-Like: Eva Longoria
Personality:
Having not been brought up to well, in cause of living with her single-parent mother who was an alcoholic, Cami has, regretfully, taken up the habit as well. It is seen as her biggest flaw, to herself, though is viewed by others as something pretty normal. No, she doesn’t drink more than five drinks a day, but she still hates this ‘habit’ of hers and wishes more than anything to stop. She may come on strong to some people, having her temper go hey-wire for a moment, loosing all control of herself and acting much like a ‘bitch’ in some peoples eyes. She doesn’t exactly mean to, hell, she loves people dearly, always trying to put others before herself and thinking of things for the good of most. She’d love to get to know anyone, love to have people accept her for who she is, not they way she acts. Asking too much, eh? Most likely, considering most people turn away when she introduces herself after knowing and hearing what she is like. Fabulous.
Deep within, deep, deep within, there is that sentimental, laid back, and calm Cami, the one that has no worries or problems. Hakkunah Mattata. The temper can easily go away, setting her mind at ease when it wants to. If within a peaceful and quiet environment, Cami will respond as a peaceful and quiet person. Of all the really close friends Cami has, none of them regret ever getting to know her. They do admit she can be a real bitch, wanting her way most of the time, but she took good leadership, being kindhearted all at the same time.
Make her laugh; she’ll love you forever. It may seem so overrated, but that was just the typical Camilla. Laughing seemed to ease her spirits. Free her mind of whatever troubles she may be going through. ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed.’ That’s what the quote is, right?
Appearance:
Fair skinned, average height, brunette locks of hair, must I go on?
On the day Camilla was born, her mom held her within her hands, a smile plastering her face, and said ‘might as well name her Miss America now.’ It was obviously a joke, but of course her mom did believe she was beautiful.
And sure, there were the common comments she got from strangers and close friends. She knew it too, though she wouldn’t brag.
Having been blessed with her mother’s eyes, a soft brown color, Cami feels she is a beautiful young lady, knowing she will soon develop into a beautiful woman. Of course, these thought are not bragging rights, she just knows how much she resembles her mother, and it is therefore a compliment towards her mother more than herself.
Standing at a mere 5’3”, Eva was the short one of the family, though she considered herself of normal and average height. She didn’t really care what others though, but lived life to the fullest and accepting her as herself, in her eyes, no one else’s.
Background:
Camilla Ferseth was born on the 15th of March to a single mother, left to fend for herself and take care of the baby. No, Cami was not born to a woman who had gotten pregnant ‘accidentally’, her mother, Jenna Ferseth, was happily married to a man, Cami’s father. He died when Jenna was only 3 months pregnant, leaving his wife devastated and almost hopeless of raising the child on her own. Her mother fought through the pregnancy, delivering a healthy child around 5 months later.
After hearing the multiple stories about how her mother fought for herself and her only child, Cami has grown a great bond with her mother, proud of her for all she has done, and thankful to have such a person in her life. Ever since she was five, Cami considered her mother her best friend, tagging along her side for a majority of her life. All the way from kindergarten to third grade, Camilla had been home schooled, only strengthening their friendship. Jenna finally thought the time had come when Cami should go to a public school to make some other friends, not wanting her daughter, and only child, to be left out from the rest the world had to offer.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Camilla ‘Cami’ Ferseth
Age: nineteen.
Gender: Female.
Race: white.
Look-a-Like: Eva Longoria
Personality:
Having not been brought up to well, in cause of living with her single-parent mother who was an alcoholic, Cami has, regretfully, taken up the habit as well. It is seen as her biggest flaw, to herself, though is viewed by others as something pretty normal. No, she doesn’t drink more than five drinks a day, but she still hates this ‘habit’ of hers and wishes more than anything to stop. She may come on strong to some people, having her temper go hey-wire for a moment, loosing all control of herself and acting much like a ‘bitch’ in some peoples eyes. She doesn’t exactly mean to, hell, she loves people dearly, always trying to put others before herself and thinking of things for the good of most. She’d love to get to know anyone, love to have people accept her for who she is, not they way she acts. Asking too much, eh? Most likely, considering most people turn away when she introduces herself after knowing and hearing what she is like. Fabulous.
Deep within, deep, deep within, there is that sentimental, laid back, and calm Cami, the one that has no worries or problems. Hakkunah Mattata. The temper can easily go away, setting her mind at ease when it wants to. If within a peaceful and quiet environment, Cami will respond as a peaceful and quiet person. Of all the really close friends Cami has, none of them regret ever getting to know her. They do admit she can be a real bitch, wanting her way most of the time, but she took good leadership, being kindhearted all at the same time.
Make her laugh; she’ll love you forever. It may seem so overrated, but that was just the typical Camilla. Laughing seemed to ease her spirits. Free her mind of whatever troubles she may be going through. ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed.’ That’s what the quote is, right?
Appearance:
Fair skinned, average height, brunette locks of hair, must I go on?
On the day Camilla was born, her mom held her within her hands, a smile plastering her face, and said ‘might as well name her Miss America now.’ It was obviously a joke, but of course her mom did believe she was beautiful.
And sure, there were the common comments she got from strangers and close friends. She knew it too, though she wouldn’t brag.
Having been blessed with her mother’s eyes, a soft brown color, Cami feels she is a beautiful young lady, knowing she will soon develop into a beautiful woman. Of course, these thought are not bragging rights, she just knows how much she resembles her mother, and it is therefore a compliment towards her mother more than herself.
Standing at a mere 5’3”, Eva was the short one of the family, though she considered herself of normal and average height. She didn’t really care what others though, but lived life to the fullest and accepting her as herself, in her eyes, no one else’s.
Background:
Camilla Ferseth was born on the 15th of March to a single mother, left to fend for herself and take care of the baby. No, Cami was not born to a woman who had gotten pregnant ‘accidentally’, her mother, Jenna Ferseth, was happily married to a man, Cami’s father. He died when Jenna was only 3 months pregnant, leaving his wife devastated and almost hopeless of raising the child on her own. Her mother fought through the pregnancy, delivering a healthy child around 5 months later.
After hearing the multiple stories about how her mother fought for herself and her only child, Cami has grown a great bond with her mother, proud of her for all she has done, and thankful to have such a person in her life. Ever since she was five, Cami considered her mother her best friend, tagging along her side for a majority of her life. All the way from kindergarten to third grade, Camilla had been home schooled, only strengthening their friendship. Jenna finally thought the time had come when Cami should go to a public school to make some other friends, not wanting her daughter, and only child, to be left out from the rest the world had to offer.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
