Post by clea on Jun 28, 2008 17:33:08 GMT -5
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Clea Skye Bardot
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: Clea Skye Bardot
NICKNAMES?: Skye.
AGE: 20.
GRADE: Sophomore.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
OCCUPATION: Clea's just recently moved here, so she's still looking for a job. She bought her current apartment with money that her mom gave her.
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HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 110.
HAIR: Clea is naturally brunette, but she often changes up her natural hue with odd colors. For example, just recently Clea put in a purple shade to try and boost her creative originality. Clea usually wears her hair its natural way, which is mostly straight with a bit of volume towards the ends, and she doesn't usually style it any special way unless some big event is coming up. Clea lets her hair grow to a few inches below her chest before cutting it.
EYES: Clea, recieved her middle name specifically based upon the color of her eyes, which are a piercing blue; similar to that of that of the sky. Her eyes have always been her favorite feature, and ever since she was little she has been playing them up to her advantage. It wasn't until she vacationed in Japan though, that Clea began experimenting with funky makeup colors like she does now. On the daily her eyes can be seen decorated with many eccentric colors.
BODY TYPE: When she was little, Clea had a very small, stick-like figure and that didn't change until she was at least thirteen years old, when she finally began to grow bigger. At one point Clea got a bit chubby, but after she stopped drinking soda and began doing yoga, she became slender again. At this point in her life, Clea wears a size 0-2 depending on the style and wears a 34 C in bra size.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Although she's always wanted to get more, Clea only has two piercings at the moment (one in each ear). She's never been a big fan of tattoo's so she doesn't have any. If she did though, she'd get a small tattoo on her wrist.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Clea has what you would call a "Marilyn Monroe mole" directly above the left corner of her lip.
OVERALL: Clea has a milky-white complexion, which she inherited from her mother, and because of that she can't lay out in the sun for longer than about forty-five minutes without getting scorched. Aside from her style, which changes on a daily basis and has somewhat of a Japanese flair to it, Clea has a pinup look about her because of her pillowy lips and bedroom eyes.
FACE CLAIM: Skye Sweetnam.
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PERSONALITY:
- Original.
Clea has a personality that shows that she marches to her own beat and she honestly doesn't care what anyone thinks of her, as long as she's happy with the way she's living. Clea has been playing guitar, singing and writing her own songs ever since she was fourteen years old, and she temporarily played in her half sister's band for about six months, helping her write songs and such. - Headstrong.
Ever since she was a little girl, Clea's been incredibly passionate about following her dreams, which she guesses she inherited from her father who was an aspiring male model. She's always been very headstrong and will do whatever she can to get what she wants; which can sometimes be a bad trait as well if she doesn't end up getting what she wants. - Quirky.
When you first meet Clea, she comes off as being very kind, and incredibly easy to talk to. Clea's definitely one of the kindest people you could meet, she's very non-judgemental and accepting of people's flaws. (Actually, she's incredibly fascinated by the flaws of people, considering she's an extreme imperfectionist.) Clea is loyal to all of her friends and will be by their side no matter what, but if you betray her, she's likely to never forgive you. - Anxious.
Anyone who knows Clea, is likely to know that she's incredibly impatient. Clea blames this on her constant anxiety, stemming from the need to constantly be doing something. If Clea's ever sitting around with nothing to do, she's likely to be incredily frustrated and become angered easily. Her mom has tried to get Clea to take anxiety pills, but according to Clea all pills do is simply change a person from the way they were meant to be. - Guarded.
Clea used to have a fairy open heart when it came to love, but after her last relationship ended all of that changed because her heart completely changed. Her last relationship shattered her heart when it had to end, so now Clea is less likely to open up to a guy when things start to become serious. When she does open her heart though, it' sno doubt that Clea's love could change you forever.
LOVES: Music has always been the main love of Clea's life. Anytime Clea has a free moment, she's always writing music, playing guitar or singing. Another big love for Clea is fashion. Clea realized her love for fashion after visiting Japan for a couple of months on vacation one summer, and ever snce she's been putting a lot of effort in designing her own unique clothes.
HATES: The only thing Clea hates is the idea of friends with benefits. Clea's always been old fashioned in the sense that she believes that you should be with someone before you do anything with that person. According to Clea you should only give someone special the opportunity to be that personal.
FEARS: Losing people she cares about, and moths.
HABITS: Biting her nails, biting her lip, checking her phone, putting on chapstick, tapping her foot, and rambling.
FLAW: Dwells on the past, stubborn, outspoken, easily angered and impatent.
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FAMILY: Dakota Bardot [mother], Braiden Antony [father] and Lizzy Bardot [half-sister]
HOMETOWN: Santa Monica, California.
HISTORY: Clea Skye Bardot was born on the second of July to her mother, Dakota Bardot, who owned her own PR Firm in Los Angeles, and Braiden Antony, who was an aspiring male model. Soon after she was born, Clea's father, Braiden, broke up with Dakota, leaving her to raise Clea and Clea's half-sister, Lizzy, who was four years older, all by herself. At first Dakota had a play room set up at her PR firm but it was pretty obvious that that wasn't going to work, so Dakota hired her friend, Kaity, who was a stay-at-home mom, to watch after Clea and Lizzy during thedays.
Kaity had a son named Pete, who was just a year older than Clea, so that worked well. As Clea got older, she became more and more interested in music and when she was twelve, Pete taught her how to play the guitar. At about that time, Lizzy had started a band with her friends, and she decided to put Clea on guitar. The band, which was called 2 AM, based on the thought that that was the time in which you were most musically inspired, played in coffee shops in the local area.
Clea remained in her sister's band for two and a half years, until Lizzy went away to a college for the musically gifted. After her sister left, Clea started singing by herself, and writing her own music. The summer of Clea's seventeenth birthday, her mother took her to Japan for the summer, which changed Clea's entire mindset when it came to fashion and it even impacted her song-writing and everything.
When Clea returned from Japan, she grew close to Pete again, but this time something was different, they had some sort of chemistry betweem them; not that eitherof them would admit. A few months later, while Clea and Pete were in her bedoom, writing a song, the chemistry became so intense that neither one of them could deny it any longer. Clea and Pete began kissing passionately and soon enough one thing led to another and Clea lost her virginity to Pete.
Clea didn't reget it at all though, because that very day Pete confessed his love for Clea and their relationship began. For the next two and a half years Clea and Pete had a blissful relationsip, but when Clea decided to move to New York to go to Waverly Univeristy, and Pete decided to stay at the University of Southern California, they decided to break up, instead of straining themselves to keep a relationship going while being across the country from one another.
And that's her story so far...
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YOUR NAME; Alexandria B.
YEARS RPING; Four.
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
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The night had been terribly rough, Aubrey ran up to her room and plopped down on her bed. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Aubrey went straight for her comfort zone; her laptop. She began vigorously typing.
"So there's this guy...
I have this amazing boyfriend named Pete. He's everything I've ever wanted, except when it comes to one thing. Pete wants to join the air force. I really have no clue how I'll handle this. I need him with me. Life is going to be this hellish black abyss of pain and tears and misery when he's gone. I know how clingy that must sound, but really, I need him. I want to spend every minute of every day with him. I feel so much pain when I'm without him and I've been known to have panic attacks when I couldn't get in touch with him. He's my moon, my sky, my world. I make every decision based around him, and I couldn't be happier doing so; I only wish he would want to spend as much time with me. Now, don't get me wrong, I know going into the air force would be a good thing for him. I know it would provide so many opportunities, but I can't handle it. I guess that's just me being selfish again. I'm scared he'll change, and I'm scared we'll drift apart and I'm scared that I'll lose him.
Lately I've been trying so hard to just be happy, but it seems every minute we have together I can't stop thinking of losing him and how hurt I'll be. The other day he fell asleep in my arms while we were laying on the couch and I remember just bawling my eyes out wishing I could just hold him there forever. Wishing he would never leave, wishing he would just go to college, wishing that I wasn't going to lose him. I can't stand to be a minute without him now, all I can think about is losing him. My heart is falling to pieces and I'm barely able to ever keep composure anymore. I feel like the shell of a person, like I'm completely hollow inside. Unless I'm with him. I can't put my finger on exactly what I did wrong, what I did that was so wrong that I deserve to lose my other half. I would do anything to take it back if I knew what it was.
-God, why can't you just stay?!!!! I can't handle this, I can't go through all of this without you, please baby please, just stay with me, I'll do anything, anything I promise.
xoxo
Aubrey.
P.S. I hope none of you ever have to go through anything like this."
The night had been terribly rough, Aubrey ran up to her room and plopped down on her bed. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Aubrey went straight for her comfort zone; her laptop. She began vigorously typing.
"So there's this guy...
I have this amazing boyfriend named Pete. He's everything I've ever wanted, except when it comes to one thing. Pete wants to join the air force. I really have no clue how I'll handle this. I need him with me. Life is going to be this hellish black abyss of pain and tears and misery when he's gone. I know how clingy that must sound, but really, I need him. I want to spend every minute of every day with him. I feel so much pain when I'm without him and I've been known to have panic attacks when I couldn't get in touch with him. He's my moon, my sky, my world. I make every decision based around him, and I couldn't be happier doing so; I only wish he would want to spend as much time with me. Now, don't get me wrong, I know going into the air force would be a good thing for him. I know it would provide so many opportunities, but I can't handle it. I guess that's just me being selfish again. I'm scared he'll change, and I'm scared we'll drift apart and I'm scared that I'll lose him.
Lately I've been trying so hard to just be happy, but it seems every minute we have together I can't stop thinking of losing him and how hurt I'll be. The other day he fell asleep in my arms while we were laying on the couch and I remember just bawling my eyes out wishing I could just hold him there forever. Wishing he would never leave, wishing he would just go to college, wishing that I wasn't going to lose him. I can't stand to be a minute without him now, all I can think about is losing him. My heart is falling to pieces and I'm barely able to ever keep composure anymore. I feel like the shell of a person, like I'm completely hollow inside. Unless I'm with him. I can't put my finger on exactly what I did wrong, what I did that was so wrong that I deserve to lose my other half. I would do anything to take it back if I knew what it was.
-God, why can't you just stay?!!!! I can't handle this, I can't go through all of this without you, please baby please, just stay with me, I'll do anything, anything I promise.
xoxo
Aubrey.
P.S. I hope none of you ever have to go through anything like this."
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