Post by amelia on Mar 20, 2009 5:21:11 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
AMELIAMARIEBLAKE[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is ADRIAN
been breathing air for SIXTEEN years now
but only been living for TWO YEARS
you can drop me a line at PM
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: ame, lia
age: nineteen
birthday: september third
gender: female
orientation: heterosexual
school year: senior
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: five foot six inches
weight: one hundred and twent-four pounds
build slim
eyes: green and brown, round-shaped eyes.
hair: long and dark brown
distinguishing features:
tattoos and piercings: only her ears are pierced
personal style: jeans and a t-shirt, mostly.
appearance: how they look and hold themselves
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: snobs, onions, staying in one place too long, boredom, skiing, arguing, yelling, radio, lying, being fake
strengths: stratagies, exploring to find things, listening to people,
weaknesses: a mystery, flirting, a good book, walking around, something new, watching the sun come up.
greatest fear: loosing/breaking the necklace her brother gave her when they were little.
greatest desire: to fall in unconditional love
habits and quirks: talking to posters/pictures/inadament objects, ramdomly walking away when she's bored.
overall personality: Amelia isn't the sweetest girl alive but she doesn't live to hurt people either. If you ask for her honest about something you better be ready to hear it. She doesn't walk on egg shells, but if you're not close to her she will sugar coat things a bit. Lying is a complete waste of time to her. It takes far too much time and energy when she'd rather be using that engery to do other things that actually get her out and doing things.
Some times when she's in one of her moods she can seem scatter-brained, though she's very organized mentally. She keeps everything in other in her mind, but on the outside every thing looks a mess. Boredom strikes everyone in different ways, and for Amelia it comes from a lot of things. When some thing can't hold her attention long she will walk away from them or whatever it is. Common sense does play in her mind, so obviously walking out of a classroom hardly ever happens which makes her writing enter into the equation.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: James Blake, 42, lawyer
siblings: Jason Blake, 7, deceased
extended family: names, relations
pets: jix, pitbull, 7 weeks.
nationality: Caucasian
birthplace: San Jose, CA
history: Amelia was born on September third, but not alone. Her twin brother popped out just a two minutes after she did. Renee, for a lack of better words, shocked. The doctor had said that it was only one baby coming, that's all they planned for. James was ecstatic about it, though. He wanted a boy, though he loved his daughter very much he didn't know what all he would be able to give to her. They took two kids home instead of one and they were very happy with their new family.
A few years later they out playing by the beach while they're parents were enjoying their party. A lot of kids were playing in the sand before, but only three of them were on top of the hill. Amelia, Jason and their cousin Michael were wrestling around, pretending to be the power rangers when Michael and Jason started saying that she was a girl and that she wasn't that good. Amelia didn't really care what Michael said, but Jason was her own brother and his words stung like no other. She braced her elbows and pushed him rather hard, sending him down on his butt. Michael started laughing and she smacked, clearly still heated from what her brother had. Soon they were all rolling around and hitting each other.
Once they hit the bank the only thing they could do was roll down the hill. Michael and Amelia were the only two laughing when they reached the bottom and they walked over to Jason. He was lying on his stomach, not breathing.
They moved shortly after that. Amelia couldn't stop looking at the hill in her backyard and her mom got sick of it and moved. Amelia still wears that plastic necklace that he made her from their ninth birthday. It's childish, and not the most prettiest thing you've ever seen, but there isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't wear it. Even now, nine years later, stuck on island.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: F R E E as a C A G E D bird
roleplay sample:
It wasn't very professional to tell a student that they were, in fact, your favorite. It was almost like picking a favorite kid that you had-- it just wasn't right. But even if it wasn't she doubted that she would tell him that he was. She never told anyone how they meant to her, or how much she appreciated them when she was younger and now it just happened out of habit. In high school she had come off as fake, or cold, because she wasn't very open with herself or her emotions, but it wasn't because she didn't like anybody, quite the opposite. It was actually because so many people came in and out of her life that she just gave up on it. Now that her life was stable, sometimes she just couldn't shake the old feelings.
"Nah, I can't really either. But you on the other hand? I don't know, you have a bit of a cat burglar look." Her face sobered up a bit at the comment. She leaned back in her chair with slight tisk, "Damn, I guess I can take out my Catwoman outfit now. What tipped you off anyway?" Analeigh's face was free of any smile, but the humor that lit her eyes gave her away. She was by no means a cat burglar, or criminal for that matter, but she would have to be one boring person not have favorite villain or superhero when she was growing up. Her favorite villain was obviously Catwoman and Wonderwoman for her superhero. She hadn't watched them in such a long time. They such a nice way to step out of reality for her when she was younger, too bad she didn't have that now. Although most women start to think about a family sooner or later, but she doubted she would stepping into that pool any time soon.
Analeigh smiled a little at how persistent he was about her helping him. To her she was just doing her job, but she knew how great it could be to have to that one person who was willing to listen to you. That someone had been a professor for Ana and she doubted she would ever forget him. He helped her so much that she still felt she owed him her life, basically. A small smile graced her lips when she remembered how she had just crumbled and spilled everything she had been holding back. Surprisingly to her, she had a lot of built up anger that came out in a not-so-pleasant way for Mr. Greene to see, but he didn't stop her. He just sat back and listened to her, though she couldn't see how he had heard through her sobs. It was absolutely the most embarrassing thing she could ever remember doing, well second embarrassing thing. "Well, then I'm glad that I was able to be that person for you." She reassured him, though she knew he still hadn't told her everything about him. But what he had told her so far was better than nothing and she figured he would tell her in his own time, or find someone else he could talk to. Either way she honestly wished the best for him.
The quick grimace on Jayden's face didn't go ignored by Analeigh. She had been watching people's faces too long to miss something as blatant as that, but he covered it up before she could ask him about, like with some other stuff about him, but she knew it was basically about. This time anyway. She nodded in agreement to what he was saying. She knew he was doing alright with all of his classes. Usually when a student's grades dipped they were assigned to see her. Usually because it's outside occurrences that mess with school or something, so she knew he didn't need a tutor. "I wasn't saying you needed one, just that if you did have one it could help with the, um, late nights," she said gently with a look around the restaurant. Analeigh felt herself smiling to match his own grin. "You are, by no means, at the bottom of my list." She said with the paper cup hoovering by her lips. She took a drink and immediately pulled it away from her mouth. The ice had melted and made the drink watery.
"Nah, I can't really either. But you on the other hand? I don't know, you have a bit of a cat burglar look." Her face sobered up a bit at the comment. She leaned back in her chair with slight tisk, "Damn, I guess I can take out my Catwoman outfit now. What tipped you off anyway?" Analeigh's face was free of any smile, but the humor that lit her eyes gave her away. She was by no means a cat burglar, or criminal for that matter, but she would have to be one boring person not have favorite villain or superhero when she was growing up. Her favorite villain was obviously Catwoman and Wonderwoman for her superhero. She hadn't watched them in such a long time. They such a nice way to step out of reality for her when she was younger, too bad she didn't have that now. Although most women start to think about a family sooner or later, but she doubted she would stepping into that pool any time soon.
Analeigh smiled a little at how persistent he was about her helping him. To her she was just doing her job, but she knew how great it could be to have to that one person who was willing to listen to you. That someone had been a professor for Ana and she doubted she would ever forget him. He helped her so much that she still felt she owed him her life, basically. A small smile graced her lips when she remembered how she had just crumbled and spilled everything she had been holding back. Surprisingly to her, she had a lot of built up anger that came out in a not-so-pleasant way for Mr. Greene to see, but he didn't stop her. He just sat back and listened to her, though she couldn't see how he had heard through her sobs. It was absolutely the most embarrassing thing she could ever remember doing, well second embarrassing thing. "Well, then I'm glad that I was able to be that person for you." She reassured him, though she knew he still hadn't told her everything about him. But what he had told her so far was better than nothing and she figured he would tell her in his own time, or find someone else he could talk to. Either way she honestly wished the best for him.
The quick grimace on Jayden's face didn't go ignored by Analeigh. She had been watching people's faces too long to miss something as blatant as that, but he covered it up before she could ask him about, like with some other stuff about him, but she knew it was basically about. This time anyway. She nodded in agreement to what he was saying. She knew he was doing alright with all of his classes. Usually when a student's grades dipped they were assigned to see her. Usually because it's outside occurrences that mess with school or something, so she knew he didn't need a tutor. "I wasn't saying you needed one, just that if you did have one it could help with the, um, late nights," she said gently with a look around the restaurant. Analeigh felt herself smiling to match his own grin. "You are, by no means, at the bottom of my list." She said with the paper cup hoovering by her lips. She took a drink and immediately pulled it away from her mouth. The ice had melted and made the drink watery.
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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