Post by tallulah anne grace` on Jul 8, 2008 10:13:00 GMT -5
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tallulah anne grace`
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as i write this letter,
FULL NAME: tallulah anne grace
NICKNAMES?: lue, luey
AGE: 19
GRADE: freshmen
GENDER: female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: strait
OCCUPATION: works part-time at both pac-sun and inta juice.
SOCIAL STATUS: upper-middle class
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HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 119 lb.
HAIR: tallulah lives with short, brown hair. it isn't exactly dazzling, but it looks good to her. she likes to wear it pulled back, but it looks nice down, just as well. she can step out of the shower with strait hair, and often doesn't even blow dry it.
EYES: tallulah sees through chesnut eyes; lighter than her hair color, but not by much. she really doesn't mind them either, because every now and then you can catch a glint of green flecks along her pupil. it makes people look twice.
BODY TYPE: standing rather short, she is curse. small and short; usually called yoda or something. she doesn't really mind, and has gotten used to it over the years. she is very healthily skinny, and her height just makes her cuter.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: none, thanks.
ANYTHING ELSE?: tallulah likes to wear vintage; but she isn't some hard-rocker. her clothes fall under the category of simple and plain, with the occasional skinny jean and high-heel. otherwise it is mostly a tee, maybe a knit sweater or hoodie, plain jeans and a pair of old chucks.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: so this short, skinny little girl walks up to you, a strait face and glinting brown eyes. Her hair is parted on one side, with feathery bangs falling over her eyes. She doesn't look like she has much of a personality; until she starts talking. She wears casual, comfy clothes, except for special occasions where she wears something formal and nice; like a small black dress. she likes wearing tees and just a pair of jeans; be it skinny or boot cut or baggy. Nothing humonsterous. Her eyes are spunky and light, and her smile is electrifying, especially when she's speaking her favorite language-- sarcasm. She doesn't usually slump, but never sits up strait. She usually rests on one leg; with all of her wait on one, and the other cocked in and waiting.
FACE CLAIM: ellen page
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GENERAL TRAITS: sarcastic. cute. funny. scared.
PERSONALITY:
HATES: cats. to tallulah, they are the worst things to ever walk this earth. they bite, and she runs when they are near. Lue also hates taking taxis, riding in elevators, visiting old relatives, living with her parents, sluts & manwhores, and small towns.
FEARS: death, elevators, cheap food and gossip.
HABITS: she chews her fingernails to death, sadly, approaches something with too much confidence, argues, rolls her eyes and chuckles and shakes her head.
FLAWS: too confident, can be bluntly or sarcastically rude, doesn't get along with everyone, hates sluts; so tends to be rude and unkind to them.
STRENGTHS: being herself, writing, smarting off, english class, and playing video games.
WEAKNESSES: studying, even though she does a lot at it, she's horrible at it. there's also dancing, relationships, and gossip.
ANOTHER PERSON'S OPINION ON YOUR CHARACTER: wow, she's sort of stuck up, but she's not mean. i can't believe she can read that much in one night, and still have time to hang out with friends and play video games. she can be really funny though, i mean she's just so... sarcastic that it's hysterical!
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FAMILY:
mother - elizabeth - 43
father - george - 44
little sister - alicia - 12
dog - mole - 3
HOMETOWN: Staten Island, New York, New York
HISTORY: Lue was born on January 3rd in a Staten Island hospital. Her parent's named her Tallulah for no particular reason; she just says that they wanted to be creative because they had such boring names. Or maybe they were drunk, but she really didn't think that. She grew up in a suburban home in busy New York. She grew up singing and dancing, like almost every other child. She was witty and loved riding her bike with her neighbors. She had many good friends.
When she went to grade school, she met a new group of friends; tomboys just like her. They were all really tight as friends and really, she had a good time with them. So Lue really had a pretty normal life as a child.
Funny thing was, that in fourth, fifth and sixth grade, she flunked all of her English grades. But she was an extravagant writer, and wanted to be a journalist when she grew up. Though she was quiet through junior high, she made many friends, and a lot of them were boys. They were all just guy friends that she could really do things with, instead of her denying group of girl friends. They were all so backstabbing, defensive, and Tallulah wanted no part in that. She was still such a tomboy, but that's what she liked and she stuck with it.
High School was an adventure, especially since her freshmen year she moved to the big city, NYC. She still knew some people because she was close to home, but everyone was so... in. No one was tomboyish like Lue was, and that made her stand out as some sort of freaky chick. A lot of the guys fell for that, but she had no interest. She really just wanted to get through school like she easily did; gliding though all the courses like they were ice for her to skate on.
By senior year she had made some good friends, and friends she knew were going to the same college as she, so she was excited as hell. Her new goal was to become a teacher, and a writer. SHe wanted to be an elementary school teacher, for maybe fourth or fifth grade. If she got lucky it wouldn't kindergarten. Not that she didn't like the toddler kids, but she really couldn't handle them.
Happy to get out of her parent's house, she moved into the dorms. Didn't everyone? Of coarse she couldn't afford an apartment, but she was working two plus jobs just to pay for it when she had enough. But of coarse she had other living expenses, and that slowed her down. After beig in the dorm for a while, she began to miss home. She visits every weekend, going home with her family that she wanted to get away from so bad.
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YOUR NAME: floride!
YEARS RPING: 3 yrs.
OTHER CHARACTERS: alexander jay martin!
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse!
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
Alex smiled as he was forgiven. He nodded happily, her hand grasping his gently. He shivered as a shock ran up his spine. He was stiff. This wasn't supposed to be happening; I mean, he was supposed to like the emo-scene. He did. But why was Keatie so interested in him? It made him smile. But he looked down at his hand, clenched in hers. He sighed silently and fluently, building courage to go through with this. He walked on his heels as he was led into the club. It was much more elegant that he thought it would be. Much more. He was thinking, club. Dance-floor and whatnot. He liked this. It was a bit calmer.
Keatie still had a hold of his hand when he sat down. He slid his legs under the table, the electric-blue-washed denim clearly stood out in this place. He saw eyes. They all read the same thing; what the hell is that emo freak doing in here?
Kate then spoke, breaking his sound barrier. He smirked, placing an elbow on the table and daring to look at her. Well, in the last 24 hurs since I've seen you, all I've done is... eaten, slept, played guitar hero and... studies a bit. He said, smirking at her and then looking at the cocktail. Was he expected to drink it?
As he studied to drink, he spoke up. And you? How has your 24-hour part with me been? He chuckled, finally giving in and lifting the glass. He sipped out of it, rather enjoying the taste of it; but was careful not to gulp it down. He sipped it, set it down, and listened to the soft music playing. this song's in g minor... He thought, looking around at the chandeliers that towered above him. He never did like them. They towered there, all sparkly and whatnot. Teasing him. As a child he always wished he could reach them and take a sparkly from it and put it above his bed; as a night light. He was an odd child.
He mind returned to the present. He looked at Keatie once more, his electric blue eyes traced her body one more time, admiring how the small black dress fir her. He looked at himself once too, cursing at himself for not dressing more formal. But he was so sure that this was a club club. Dance and Rap. Which he hated. But it was with her, so he didn't care.[/size][/blockquote] [/quote]
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