(Behind) The Scenes;;Name: Kate Age (optional): 14 Gender: Female Experience: 3 years How'd you find us?: Oh, somewhere.... RP Sample:
Code:Wandering the halls late at night was not exactly a notable pastime, although at this point in time that was exactly what Alexis found herself doing. Struck hard by a case of insomnia, she had been playing around in her new sketchbook when her bedside lamp had flickered out. Annoyed, she furrowed her brows and hit the top lightly, hoping to get a response, and cursing out loud when there was none. Sighing, she got out from under the warmth of her covers. This proved not to be the brightest idea, for the second her bare skin hit the cold air from under her thin pajamas, bumps began to rise on her skin and she began to shiver. She had forgotten for a brief moment how cold it got during the nights. Alex rushed over to her closet and pulled on the warmest sweatshirt she could possibly find, a thick pair of socks, and flats. She then proceeded to make her way out of her room as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb anyone that might get her in trouble. She crept slowly down the halls, hoping a walk could possibly cure her insomnia so she could return to the warmth of her bed. Nearing the end of the Everette dorms and coming closer and closer to Cassidy, she folded her arms over her chest protectively, mostly out of habit. To her relief, there seemed to be nobody around, although she stayed alert, considering the facts that she wasn't entirely sure that that would remain the case. She took a deep breath of frigid air and kept walking. She suddenly heard what sounded like footsteps trailing behind her, although it was only for a second. She inhaled sharply once again and gathered up the courage to look behind her, beginning to panic when she noted that no one was there. "Hello?" She whispered, although it was too quiet for anyone but her to hear. She turned around once again, just in time to witness a light in the bathroom flicker out. Her heart started beating faster and her eyes widened, although she felt compelled to see what was happening. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Eitan sitting on the ground wrapped in a thick duvet, a panicked expression on his face. "Oh," she breathed. "It's you. God, Eitan, you scared me half to death." |
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Who Are You?;;Full Name: Victoria Andromeda Queene Nicknames: Vick, Ana, Tor, Victory, French Fry. Call her Vicky or Tori, though, and you're dead (unless she knows you really well). Age/Grade: Seventeen/Junior Studying: She does pretty much anything, but her main focus is painting. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Smile Like You Mean It;;
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Piercings: Ears, three times. Tattoos: 'Vivez admirablement' (live beautifully in French) tattooed in small print across the back of her neck, as well as a silhouette of three flying birds on her outer right wrist. Height: 5'8" Weight: 125 Hair Colour: It can range from a dark brown, to a light auburn. Eye Colour: Hazel/Green Style: Growing up in an artsy town around her parents and their friends, she's definitely developed a bit of a vintage style. She often looks like something out of the sixties or a British hipster magazine. It's not unlikely to see her walking around wearing some kind of glasses. PB: Valentine Fillol-Cordier Other: A small birthmark on her left cheek, right below her eye.
Can You Read My Mind?;;
Likes -The ocean -Rain -Poetry -Art -Painting -Music -France -England -Indie movies -Vintage -Sleep -Dreaming -Reading -Anything obscure -Manga (sometimes) -Parties -Alcohol -Old, foreign language martial arts movies (dubbed over in English) -Pocky!
Dislikes -Arrogance -Blackberries -American fashion -Bad artists -Gold jewelry -Cats -Womanizers -Sports -White chocolate -Preps -Waking up -Therapists
Overall Personality -Confident -Artistic -Romantic -Outrageous -Loyal -Opinionated -Hot-tempered -Cunning -Dramatic -Smart -Clever -Imaginative -Argumentative -Sensual -Sarcastic -In some sense, quite possibly crazy
Secrets: -She had a one night stand with one of the guys in the school once -Said one night stand led to a brief pregnancy scare -She's still trying to decide if she really believes in love Other
All These Things That I've Done;;
Mother: Juliette Renior (Actress and Model) Father: Edward Queene (Musician, painter and photographer) Siblings: None Other: Pets: Heritage: British/French Hometown: Rye, East Sussex, United Kingdom
History: Victoria was born in the tiny, very artistic town of Rye in England, to Juliette Renior and Edward Queene, a very famous couple comparable to Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick. Having a child was not exactly on either of their to-do lists, but then again, neither was giving one up, so they both decided to keep her and raise her as well as they could. Victoria was raised her parents' scenes, learning more about art by the time she was six years old than many people do in a lifetime. They took her to concerts, gallery openings, premieres, recording sessions, and anywhere else they had to be. She was spoiled rotten by any and all of their friends, as well as the people they worked with. Unfortunately, with all this luxury came an unfortunate price.
From the moment she was born, Victoria was followed shamelessly by the press. They took every chance they could get to snap pictures of her, and soon it was hard to open a magazine without finding a picture of baby Victoria in it. This was how she grew up, dodging cameras and following her parents from gig to gig when she wasn't at home in Rye. She never once considered what it would be like to have a normal life because for her, this was normal. It had quite a few down sides, but she loved her parents and their hectic lives. That is, until she reached her teen years.
Once you've been the center of attention for a long time, it starts to get just a little bit old. She still loved hanging out with the music producers and band members, but Victoria was beginning to get tired of the life of celebrities. She still tolerated it, but it was only a matter of time before she would want a way out of her spotlight. The time came when she was thirrteen years old, and she heard about a small arts school in New England called Davenport Academy. It had a lot of kids just like her and, as a result, it was closed off to anyone working for the press. She begged her parents to let her go, but for a long time they refused, not wanted to send their only daughter off to boarding school (especially not in America). But she kept trying, and eventually, by the time she was fourteen, they gave in and put her in the school. She's been going there ever since, but when she came for her junior year she found out something had changed; the school was now accepting other kids, kids who hadn't come from famous families. She was less than thrilled, but she decided to stay regardless, simply because she wanted to become a better artist and avoid the press.
Fin;;
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