Post by Gabriella Tamara Preston on Jun 4, 2011 11:31:02 GMT 10
idon'tcareaboutclever,idon'tcareaboutfunny
GabriellaTamaraPreston
bonjour, my name is Kathleen (Kater). i've got Fourteen
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for three years and i live in the Eastern standard timezone.
[/font][/size][/center]
iwantloadsofclothesandfuckloadsofdiamonds
name , Gabriella Tamara Preston
nicknames , Gabby, Gab, Gabster, Gabbelicious
age & date of birth , Fifteen, July 21st, 1995
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
played by , Sai Bennett
[/size]
ihearpeoplediewhiletryingtofindthem
height , 5 ft 4 inches
weight , Ninety pounds
tattoos and piercings , Her ears are pierced twice at the bottom and once in the cartilage. She had her belly button pierced at one time, but her parents made her take it out.
distinguishing features , She's fairly skinny and bony, a classic dancer's body.
physical flaws , Much too skinny, even for a dancer; ghostly pale skin; dark circles under her eyes
personal style , Gabby isn't one to wear outlandish clothing. she is a conformist, because she doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary. Even so, her lack of weight and sunken face are prominent no matter what she wears. The only colors she doesn't wear are pink and gray. The most interesting thing she does is paint her pinky nail a different color from the rest of her nails.
[/size]
life'saboutfilmstarsandlessaboutmothers
likes , dance, classic music, animals except for spiders, spending time outside, being alone, texting her old friends.
dislikes , spiders, that she is forced to dance all day every day, being away from her younger sister, occasionally her brother annoying her at school(he is a music student), eating, being pressured to do things, rap music, reading (not that she would have the time for it anyway)
strengths , very articulate and graceful, witty and clever, sneaky
weaknesses , weak, has an eating disorder, very self conscious
fears , spiders, death,
overall personality , "Gabriella Preston? That quiet girl? Yes I know her, she's in my dance class. She's extremely quiet and reserved. I don't remember her ever talking to any of us unless she needed to. All she does is dance her little heart out, and stop for a drink of water occasionally. It doesn't look like she's enjoying it like the rest of us, though. I just don't know what's up with that girl.
At lunch she eats alone and gives people a disapproving look if they sit near her. My friend told me she has this amazing accent, not that anyone would be able to admire it. It's not at all that Gabriella's mean, she just looks so tired and worn down most of the time. She's just about the skinniest person I ever did see. I don't know her very well, but I'm still concerned. Her roommate, my best friend, said she hasn't seen Gabriella eat any snacks in her dorm, and she tends to spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Suspicious much?
She needs a friend. She could get one if she tried, she just usually looks to busy or tired to do anything. Everyone's curious about her, but no one has done anything yet. We're hoping that will change for her, because I'm definitely not going up to her. I have a reputation to uphold."
[/size]
it'sallaboutfastcarsandcussingeachother
hometown , taeto, schwerinborg
father , 52, entrepreneur
mother , 40, dance instructor
siblings , Vincent, half brother, 18 years old
Molly, sister, 2 years old
pets , N/A
history , "I was born in one of those small countries that no one can even point out on a map, let alone write the name of the country inside the country. My home country was Schwerinborg, near Germany. In fact my first language was German, so excuse the accent. I lived there until I turned ten, but then my mom fell in love with the United States, grew weary of Schwerinborg, and decided to move. I was very upset because all of my friends we in Europe. Moving to the Americas seemed so exotic.
I was very happy that I took English in school since kindergarten, or I would have had much confusion. My mom was very careful to find a school where I could continue dance classes. I had taken dance in Schwerinborg, intense long classes. My ma had to find something equally challenging and decided Knox was perfect. My love for dance started to die after all the blood, sweat and tears I shed on it. I was jealous of my brother Vincent since his music at the school seemed much easier, and his love for it was still as prominent as ever. Thank goodness Molly's only 2, but she herself had already been in three commercials. Our whole family is some foreign freak show.
I danced and did homework and danced some more at Knox. There wasn't much else to that school for me. My ma wanted me to get straight As and be one of the best dancers in the school at the same time. I barely sleep at night. I barely eat, but yet I'm still so fat. All the American scales I step on tell me I am ninety pounds, but surely they are wrong! No one really knows this, but I throw up after I eat. It doesn't seem to help at all. I don't know what I'm going to do."
[/size]
itdoesn'tmatter'cuzi'mpackingplastic
[/size]password , Bezoar
roleplay sample ,
clara's mind was racing as she sat in the last period of school. conditions in that period, american history, were the worst of all of her classes. not only was it her hardest subject, but it also had a beautiful teasing view of the ocean from the windows. a thousand thoughts flipped through her mind. whether she was going to take the bus home or walk, whether she'd be the first one out of class or the last, if she would be able to draw something today. there wouldn't be anything drawn in the next few days at the rate that her teachers have been giving her homework. junior year is always the most hectic, and since it is the end of the year, all she's spent her time doing was college applications and SAT practice. it's been chipping away at her soul for weeks, if not months. clara-drew needed to be set free, and that day was today. the bell rang and inside of coming straight home like her mother had told her to, she raced out of the classroom and onto the sandy beach outside.
she soon learned that the beach was just going to fry her brain with so much blinding sunlight. good light was one thing, blinding was another. clara needed another place to paint, but needed just as much inspiration. she figured the fisherman's dwarf was a fine place. she could find shade somewhere and get a good painting out of it. maybe even a few fine good snapshots too. clara strutted her way down to the fisherman's dwarf, lost in the mess of men getting their daily meal and monthly sell of fish. but in the midst of chaos was a beautiful view of the ocean, with the sun hitting it just right there were two children, about five and seven years old sitting at the end of one dock, smiling with their little fishing rods. their feet swung violently and their mouths smiled obnoxiously. who knew fishing could be so fun, especially for little children? clara then noticed that they were smiling because a man was walking over to them with ice pops. she laughed out loud to herself and pulled out her camera and snapped a few quick pictures of the kids leaping up from the dock and grabbing the ice pops joyously. clara could understand why, it was freaking hot and she could use an ice pop herself.
clara-drew wiped her sweat-covered brow and set herself up in a place with some shade, but enough sunlight to see what she was drawing. paint, she figured, wouldn't be a good idea since the paint had a good chance of being melted or ruined in this weather. you could never fail with your classic pencil and notebook. it only took her a few seconds to find a good area to focus on and she started drawing her piece to life. rough sketching to get the shapes and then harder drawing to really get it to stay. perfect shading here,m perfect shading there, a little extra touch and boom, you had yourself a decent sketch, or at least, that's how easy it came to her. clara-drew didn't now how people couldn't draw that easily.
her cell phone buzzed and beeped with missed calls and text messages, but she ignored it all. clara thought her mother was being weird and overprotective, and it wasn't like she hitched a ride to Las Vegas or something. she couldn't, that would be a recipe for disaster and she would miss one of her appointments, a deadly thing to do. clara couldn't go anywhere, her whole family had to suffer because she couldn't be far away from kingsley because of her treatments. they always told her it was okay, and that they didn't mind, but she knew they were truly agitated. clara would tell them to go without her, but they wouldn't do that either. her family were making things more difficult then they needed to be, and the rest of the family needed a break for sure. she had seen her parents fighting that last night and it looked pretty heated. they had never fought before her incident.
her thoughts were rudely interrupted when her notebook was knocked off her small portable stand and into the wetness of the ground. first, she was confused. then, when she finally realized what happened, her face got hot. "my drawing!" she said in an exasperated sigh. she was looking down, ashamed, and noticed two feet right by her. perhaps that someone had knocked it down. don't freak out on them, clara-drew. don't freak out. she looked up to see who the culprit was.
she soon learned that the beach was just going to fry her brain with so much blinding sunlight. good light was one thing, blinding was another. clara needed another place to paint, but needed just as much inspiration. she figured the fisherman's dwarf was a fine place. she could find shade somewhere and get a good painting out of it. maybe even a few fine good snapshots too. clara strutted her way down to the fisherman's dwarf, lost in the mess of men getting their daily meal and monthly sell of fish. but in the midst of chaos was a beautiful view of the ocean, with the sun hitting it just right there were two children, about five and seven years old sitting at the end of one dock, smiling with their little fishing rods. their feet swung violently and their mouths smiled obnoxiously. who knew fishing could be so fun, especially for little children? clara then noticed that they were smiling because a man was walking over to them with ice pops. she laughed out loud to herself and pulled out her camera and snapped a few quick pictures of the kids leaping up from the dock and grabbing the ice pops joyously. clara could understand why, it was freaking hot and she could use an ice pop herself.
clara-drew wiped her sweat-covered brow and set herself up in a place with some shade, but enough sunlight to see what she was drawing. paint, she figured, wouldn't be a good idea since the paint had a good chance of being melted or ruined in this weather. you could never fail with your classic pencil and notebook. it only took her a few seconds to find a good area to focus on and she started drawing her piece to life. rough sketching to get the shapes and then harder drawing to really get it to stay. perfect shading here,m perfect shading there, a little extra touch and boom, you had yourself a decent sketch, or at least, that's how easy it came to her. clara-drew didn't now how people couldn't draw that easily.
her cell phone buzzed and beeped with missed calls and text messages, but she ignored it all. clara thought her mother was being weird and overprotective, and it wasn't like she hitched a ride to Las Vegas or something. she couldn't, that would be a recipe for disaster and she would miss one of her appointments, a deadly thing to do. clara couldn't go anywhere, her whole family had to suffer because she couldn't be far away from kingsley because of her treatments. they always told her it was okay, and that they didn't mind, but she knew they were truly agitated. clara would tell them to go without her, but they wouldn't do that either. her family were making things more difficult then they needed to be, and the rest of the family needed a break for sure. she had seen her parents fighting that last night and it looked pretty heated. they had never fought before her incident.
her thoughts were rudely interrupted when her notebook was knocked off her small portable stand and into the wetness of the ground. first, she was confused. then, when she finally realized what happened, her face got hot. "my drawing!" she said in an exasperated sigh. she was looking down, ashamed, and noticed two feet right by her. perhaps that someone had knocked it down. don't freak out on them, clara-drew. don't freak out. she looked up to see who the culprit was.
[/size]
andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic
[/size][/size][/center][/blockquote]
mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
