Post by keatie deville on Jun 29, 2008 22:24:19 GMT -5
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KEATIE DEVILLE
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: Keatie DeVille
NICKNAMES?: Kate
AGE: twenty one
GRADE: sophomore
GENDER: female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: waitress, but her father also pays for a lot
SOCIAL STATUS: first class
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HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 120lbs
HAIR: Keatie's hair is just above her chest and she is a natural blond. Although usually worn down, it is sometimes put into extravagant hairstyles. Her hair is naturally straight, but will wave a little in when it is moisture outside. People usually compliment her for having such a beautiful shade of blond. Usually always accompanied with a hat or a bow, Lia decorates her hair like she does her wardrobe.
EYES: Dark blue eyes, that are usually full of happiness. Some people have mistaken her for having some Asian heritage due to her beautiful almond eyes. Her eyes are intense, making it look like she can see right through you.
BODY TYPE: Keatie has a great hourglass figure, usually making other women jealous. She has nice sized bust; not big or small, and she is skinny. Keatie is very petite and short though, which gets on her nerves at times.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Keatie has her ears pierced twice, the first piercing always has a small pink earring her mother gave too her. She also has her belly button pierced, and a tattoo on her lower back. The tattoo is small - just a little heart.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Keatie's high school closet was preppy and girly, now it is all about fashion. T Shirts with lips on them and some great jeans, and then the next she'll be wearing some kind of dress no one has even seen in their life. Keatie lovesanything fashionable.
OVERALL: Over all, Keatie is preally beautiful. Girls want her natural blond hair, her great shape, her beautiful smile. Boys go crazy for her, wanting to get in it any way they can. She has beautiful skin, a great smile, and a warm personality to go with it all. The only thing Keatie hates is her height.
FACE CLAIM: Gemma Ward
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PERSONALITY:
- Sweet as sugar some would call her. Always thinking about other people, and putting their needs ahead of her own. She basically would do anything for the people she loves, even if it means she gets hurt as the end result. She tries not to pry in peoples lives, and help them when they do need to talk. But again, she won't pry as she is scared they will back off and take if offensively.
- The party girl was the rep she had in high school, known for her outrageous parties that went on until early hours of the morning. She still is a partier, someone who loves the party scene, drinking until she doesn't even know who she is. Although that can get her into trouble a lot of the time, she won't stop, feeling like if she will she will just be boring and will lose friends.
- Enemy of the weak hearted was a name an old friend gave her. Keatie tells it how it is, and won't hold back for anything. If you ask her something, and you really want an honest opinion, ask Keatie. But if you're going to get offended by the truth then ask somebody else because she won't care if you find what she says offensive. You asked, you don't get lies.
- Loving her is easy, her loving back is harder. She doesn't throw the word "i love you' around easy. She feels that it is over used, and the only boy she ever did love, broke her heart. Now she is wary of those words, as well as "I promise" and other things that could very well be lies. She is very skeptical of promises and loving people. It's just not who she is as a person to fall in love like that and assume everything is going to be hunky dory.
- A lean mean bitching machine, is what some enemies would call her. Not that she has many at all. But the people who she doesn't get along with really do hate her guts. She will stay stuff that will tear you down - if you killed yourself over what she said, she would probably just smile. Some called her the angel with the cold heart. Just don't get on her bad side, and everything will be ok.
LOVES: Keatie loves running, boys, drinking, hekping, old people, dancing, laughing, ice cream, swimming, animals, water., dolphins, clubbing, her parents, friends, new people, aim, drawing, her violin, tv, music, books
HATES: Keatie hates disrespect, meat, seafood, high cal foods like doughnuts, her leg falling asleep, laziness, surgery, her cousin Gabby, red lipstick, not having any clothes to wear, buying cheap stuff, when people don't like her
FEARS:
- owls
- fat people
- failure
HABITS:
- Sighing loudly
- Biting her lip
- Chewing nails
- Tapping foot
- Glaring at people she doesn't like
- Saying "fer real"
FLAW:
- Commitment issues
- Snobbish at times
- Cares too much
- Can't stick with one thing too long
- Hates work
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FAMILY:
- Father: Jake DeVille/56/Owns Resturant
- Mother: Helen DeVille/45/Housewife
- Sister: Kassie DeVille/6/Kid
HOMETOWN: Paris, France
HISTORY:
Keatie was only seventeen when she moved to America, as her father promised a better life in New York. They had heard about it in the movies - the opportunities and greatness of the city but they really knew nothing until they arrived. Having moved from an amazing home in Paris to an even better one in America, Keatie's life was pretty well set. She made friends quickly, a French girl with a rich father usually grabbed the attention of people who heard about the new girl.
Keatie had always had a pretty good life; growing up in Paris where she would meet new people from all over the world everyday. Her parents were a loving couple, people who actually stayed married and still had an amazing love that never died out. They owned a large house, with a maid that Keatie was fond of from Germany. They could never communicate until Keatie decided to take German in school to try and learn what Harriot was actually saying.
After learning pretty good German, Keatie became extremely interested in English. Her parents were very good English speakers, but never taught her. She decided to devote a lot of time to learning English and all about the American world, and Fashion. When her sister, Kassie was born, it was decided she would not learn French, but only English so she did not confused when they made the journey to America.
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YOUR NAME; Meimo
YEARS RPING;4-5
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: [at least three paragraphs]
I don't owe you any ice cream! she had protested. Jayson was just a whore for sweet stuff. She rolled her eyes and laughed at his goofiness. She laughed when the water dripped down his chin too. Yeah. I think it's funny now. I could never be with you now Jay - it would be complete incest. She laughed and made kissy faced at him. Oh big brother, kiss your little sister. She smothered him with Ashie kisses which were really nothing. She smothered everyone with Ashie kisses half the time anyway.
EW JAYSON! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE! She said exclaimed rather loudly. I'm sure you two had fun, and touched each other and explored parts of the body you never knew existed - but I don't want to know about it. She smiled and gave him a mischievous grin and tried to do a fake "sexy voice". I mean... Do you wanna know what me and Maverick do and how great it is. Like this one time, we were having sex and I was ontop of him and... She stopped and smiled at him. See! Siblings don't tell each others sex lives!
When he gave her one last kiss on her forehead she smiled and watched him leave. This was it. This was what he had been wanting for so long and he finally got it. Ashie had remembered a time when Jayson had just started playing the guitar. He was absolutely horrible, but she still would holler and clap like a squirrel on crack. Jayson was a lot better now though; and people didn't cover their ears when they heard him playing his guitar but would stop and listen. Jayson's music had relaxed her when she was stressed.
Like when her first ever boyfriend in 2nd grade broke up with her. She had told Jayson that she could never love again - that Peter Dickard was the only one she could ever be with. How one day she wanted to be Ashley Dickard, which was funny too her now, but very serious business back in grade school. She remembered running up to Jayson and after she had stopped crying he had played her one of his songs which made her see a new light. She had realized that Peter Dickard who sat behind her in English was not the one she had loved, it was Andrew Adams, who sat IN FRONT of her. How could she have been so stupid? She had then tried to pursue Andrew, who told her to go away and that she was ugly.
She had gone to Jayson's after school that day, with bright red hooker lipstick smothered across her face and bright blue eyeshadow. Jayson's mom had given her and her mother she weirdest stare. She had run into Jaysons room and he had screamed like a little girl. WHAT HAPPENED? He had asked so many years a go. I'm pretty now! See! Andrew said I was ugly, and all these pretty girls on TV wear make up so I wanted too as well. And my mommy is pretty, and she wears lipstick. She had made a little pose. You like? Jayson had shook his head. I like you just the way you are. And they both went in the bathroom and rubbed all that crap off her face - after taking a picture of course.
Andrew never said anything to Ashie besides sorry the next day during recess. She had thought nothing of it until she was older. The figured Jayson must have said something. He had always taken care of her. Always. Him and Zuly both. She really wasn't very good at standing up for herself - so who did it? Those two. Like the time Billy Gunther stole her juice box, Zuly kicked his ass. And when Billy went to take Ashies cookies, Jayson gave him hell to pay. In her own opinion - Ashley owed him her life.
Seeing him up on stage made her bite her lip with excitement, and she waved a little as he looked around trying to find her. She could feel the anticipation in her gut as he announced the title of the song. She already wanted to cry, and he hadn't even played anything yet. Then the words came out, like some harmonic angels singing; she could see the people enjoying the tune. She loved it herself. As he sang the first line, she was already in tears. He wrote this for me... She had thought to herself. I'm so lucky. She swayed right and left slowly to the guitar, enjoying every moment of it. Tears were falling from her eyes when he finished up the song; a lump in her throat the size of Jupiter.
Then the claps began, and she was right there with the crowd standing up and clapping so hard it was stinging her hands. She didn't care though, she just kept on clapping like it would win her a million bucks if she was the loudest. She brought her fingers up to her lips making a whistling sound a long with a "WOOOO!!!" noise. She just wanted to hug him and tell him how god damn amazing he was.
She could tell he was happy, happy that she loved his song, everyone else loved it. She could see his face glowing like a pregnant women when they first find out. She could feel her heart racing and pounding, and when the clapping finally died down a little she ran up to the stage area and hugged him as tight as she could whispered a thank you in his ear. She held him as close as she could, pressing him up to her like a child when it's with its mother - or holding a doll. She didn't want to let him go. She just wanted to hug him until he broke into little pieces. This was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for her. This was the best present ever. It beat Maves valentines gifts, Zulys birthday parties she would throw for her, Eliza and Ophelias gifts they would buy - and all the money her parents have her. She was content with this one song and would hold onto it for as long as she lived...
WORD COUNT: 1049
EW JAYSON! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE! She said exclaimed rather loudly. I'm sure you two had fun, and touched each other and explored parts of the body you never knew existed - but I don't want to know about it. She smiled and gave him a mischievous grin and tried to do a fake "sexy voice". I mean... Do you wanna know what me and Maverick do and how great it is. Like this one time, we were having sex and I was ontop of him and... She stopped and smiled at him. See! Siblings don't tell each others sex lives!
When he gave her one last kiss on her forehead she smiled and watched him leave. This was it. This was what he had been wanting for so long and he finally got it. Ashie had remembered a time when Jayson had just started playing the guitar. He was absolutely horrible, but she still would holler and clap like a squirrel on crack. Jayson was a lot better now though; and people didn't cover their ears when they heard him playing his guitar but would stop and listen. Jayson's music had relaxed her when she was stressed.
Like when her first ever boyfriend in 2nd grade broke up with her. She had told Jayson that she could never love again - that Peter Dickard was the only one she could ever be with. How one day she wanted to be Ashley Dickard, which was funny too her now, but very serious business back in grade school. She remembered running up to Jayson and after she had stopped crying he had played her one of his songs which made her see a new light. She had realized that Peter Dickard who sat behind her in English was not the one she had loved, it was Andrew Adams, who sat IN FRONT of her. How could she have been so stupid? She had then tried to pursue Andrew, who told her to go away and that she was ugly.
She had gone to Jayson's after school that day, with bright red hooker lipstick smothered across her face and bright blue eyeshadow. Jayson's mom had given her and her mother she weirdest stare. She had run into Jaysons room and he had screamed like a little girl. WHAT HAPPENED? He had asked so many years a go. I'm pretty now! See! Andrew said I was ugly, and all these pretty girls on TV wear make up so I wanted too as well. And my mommy is pretty, and she wears lipstick. She had made a little pose. You like? Jayson had shook his head. I like you just the way you are. And they both went in the bathroom and rubbed all that crap off her face - after taking a picture of course.
Andrew never said anything to Ashie besides sorry the next day during recess. She had thought nothing of it until she was older. The figured Jayson must have said something. He had always taken care of her. Always. Him and Zuly both. She really wasn't very good at standing up for herself - so who did it? Those two. Like the time Billy Gunther stole her juice box, Zuly kicked his ass. And when Billy went to take Ashies cookies, Jayson gave him hell to pay. In her own opinion - Ashley owed him her life.
Seeing him up on stage made her bite her lip with excitement, and she waved a little as he looked around trying to find her. She could feel the anticipation in her gut as he announced the title of the song. She already wanted to cry, and he hadn't even played anything yet. Then the words came out, like some harmonic angels singing; she could see the people enjoying the tune. She loved it herself. As he sang the first line, she was already in tears. He wrote this for me... She had thought to herself. I'm so lucky. She swayed right and left slowly to the guitar, enjoying every moment of it. Tears were falling from her eyes when he finished up the song; a lump in her throat the size of Jupiter.
Then the claps began, and she was right there with the crowd standing up and clapping so hard it was stinging her hands. She didn't care though, she just kept on clapping like it would win her a million bucks if she was the loudest. She brought her fingers up to her lips making a whistling sound a long with a "WOOOO!!!" noise. She just wanted to hug him and tell him how god damn amazing he was.
She could tell he was happy, happy that she loved his song, everyone else loved it. She could see his face glowing like a pregnant women when they first find out. She could feel her heart racing and pounding, and when the clapping finally died down a little she ran up to the stage area and hugged him as tight as she could whispered a thank you in his ear. She held him as close as she could, pressing him up to her like a child when it's with its mother - or holding a doll. She didn't want to let him go. She just wanted to hug him until he broke into little pieces. This was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for her. This was the best present ever. It beat Maves valentines gifts, Zulys birthday parties she would throw for her, Eliza and Ophelias gifts they would buy - and all the money her parents have her. She was content with this one song and would hold onto it for as long as she lived...
WORD COUNT: 1049
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