Post by juliet lorainne burr on Jul 16, 2008 16:53:42 GMT -5
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juliet lorainne burr
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as i write this letter,
FULL NAME: [juliet lorainne burr]
NICKNAMES?: [juliet, jules]
AGE: [twenty-one]
GRADE: [sophomore]
GENDER: [female]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [straight]
OCCUPATION: [student and broadway performer]
SOCIAL STATUS: [first class]
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HEIGHT: five feet, seven inches
WEIGHT: one hundred twenty pounds
HAIR: longer, blonde, and wavy
EYES: pale blue-green
BODY TYPE: thin and toned
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: ears pierced once, no tattoos. she had a small peace sign on her left collar bone, but had to have it removed for dance.
ANYTHING ELSE?: generally, juliet dresses simply, in jeans, t-shirts, or little sundresses. she doesn't like dressing up too much except for the stage.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Starting from the bottom and working up, Juliet has simple enough feet. Size eight-and-a-half feet are attached to a pair of well-worn ankles and long, thin legs, toned from years of dance. A decently-built torso is compiled of gently tanned skin, a complextion far from either "sun-kissed" or "porcelain". Long, strong arms and delicate shoulders build up to a mess of wavy, blondish hair that reaches just below Juliet's shoulders. The actual color of her hair ranges from light-brown to blonde, depending on how much sun Juliet has gotten recently. Her delicate heart-shaped face is that of someone who just looks...friendly. Wide, bluish-green eyes have that vague sort of color that changed slightly in different lighting. Nothing striking or breathtaking, just plain, light eyes. Light pink lips are almost curved into a smile, set directly under an average-sized nose. Eyelashes are almost always coated lightly in mascara, lids brushed over with a neutural color of shadow. Her cheek bones will be brushed over with a tint of bronzer, but that's about it as far as make-up goes. The most lip treatment Juliet uses is a bit of Burt's Bees balm. Juliet doesn't have bangs, just a simple middle part, partly hidden by her mass of uncontrollable, curly locks.
FACE CLAIM: evan rachel wood
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GENERAL TRAITS: Intelligent, insightful, artistic, whimsical.
PERSONALITY:
- Juliet can often be a bit of a recluse, spending more time dancing in her studio than she does at a club.
- She usually has her head in the clouds, not focusing enough time on reality.
- She can be incredibly observant, if she bothers to look around her every once in a while.
- Juliet is her happiest when she's dancing. It allows her to be free and clear her mind, thinking of nothing but the steps and counts, leaving her stress-free and relaxed.
- Although her grades are just average, Juliet is incredibly insightful and intelligent. She reads people well, and easily relates to people, able to give good advice and help for her friends.
- Due to her intense dislike of confrontation, Juliet can allow herself to be walked all over, which isn't a good quality in the rough environment of NYC.
- Juliet is a hopeless romantic, hence the name. A bundle of Gerber Daisies and a sunrise knock on her door will win her heart easy.
LOVES: Ballet, modern dance, music without lyrics, soft rock and newgrass/bluegrass, romance movies, Shakespeare, classic literature, the countryside, long grass, blue skies, the color yellow, rainy days, snow, tornadoes, rain boots, long walks, opening nights, late-night rehearsals, and boys just as romantic as she.
HATES: Greasy food, not being accepted by her peers, not being accepted by the dance community, dark allyways, too-loud music, horror movies, the idea of being used, not getting mail, drugs and alchohol, when the snow melts, red roses (if you give her roses, they better be yellow), and obnoxious/bad dancers.
FEARS: failing and big fish, to put it quite simply.
HABITS: Though she doesn't bite her fingernails, she cuts them incredibly short compulsively. She doesn't drink liquids she can't see through, with the exception of smoothies. She can't stand still for long. Her biggest pet-peeve is when people mouthe the words to songs. She plays with her hair when it's down.
FLAWS: Juliet's a recluse. She has trouble opening up to people. She, too often, has her head in the clouds. Her tastes rarely match up with those of other New Yorkers her age. She gets too caught up in the moment and can make silly mistakes. She has trouble getting over it when she's rejected by a dance company or performance.
STRENGTHS: She's got a brilliant mind and a kind heart. Juliet is an incredibly talented dancer and works harder at it than anything else.
WEAKNESSES: Her shyness, her meekness, and the fact that she gets so caught up in a failure, she has trouble moving on.
ANOTHER PERSON'S OPINION ON YOUR CHARACTER: Juliet? Well, she's a bit spacy, but sweet. I've never been very close to her, she's not a big one for making friends. But I guess she's a sweet kid. A little whimsical, but still nice. She's got a big heart, and dang, can that girl dance. She's already in a couple of dance companies, I know that, and supposedly she's in some kind of big ballet production of Romeo and Juliet. Ironic, eh? I've heard she's pretty bright, too. She's majoring in dance, so I don't see why she really needs it, but supposedly she reads the good stuff. Tolstoy, Shakespeare, the whole shebang. Pretty prestigious stuff. Overall, Juliet seems like a good person, shy as she is. I'd like to get to know her a little better, but she doesn't seem to interested in letting me in. Hard to get, that Burr girl.
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FAMILY: Mother, Claudia Anette Burr, 45, columnist
Father, Jonathan Paul Burr, 46, oil guru
HOMETOWN: Tulsa, Oklahoma
HISTORY: She was a beautiful French heartbreaker. He was an honest farmboy with an education. He knew he would have just one chance to impress her. Armed with his Sunday best and a feeble grasp on the French language, Paul Burr strode right on up to Claudia Bedeaux and introduced himself. The bold farm boy took Claudia by surprise, she was shocked and rather offended by the simpleton's bold move. She ignored him, and took an instant dislike to Paul.
But he wasn't stinted by that fact. Insisting on winning her heart, Paul kept on Claudia's trail until she realized that this man happened to be exactly what she was looking for. They dated, became engaged, and then Claudia found she was pregnant. The wedding was held about a year after the two started dating. Claudia was a month pregnant. Eight more of those, and she gave birth to their first child, Stanford Paul Burr. Then, their second and final child, Juliet Lorianne, was born two years later. Since Claudia had quit her job and taken one at the Tulsa World in Oklahoma, and Paul needed to stay in the South for his brooding job in the oil business, the children grew up in Tulsa, attending the prestigious Tulsa Arts Academy. Once Stanford graduated, he moved to Washington, DC to major in History. Juliet followed, after two years, and, due to her rigorous dance history, changed her major to Dance and Performing Arts her second semester, moving to New York to attend Waverly University. She auditioned for three prestigious dance companies her first six months in NYC, making it into two of them. Later, her sophomore year, she was still in the two companies when she was accepted as the role of Juliet (ironic, huh?) in the New York Ballet's production of Romeo and Juliet. The rest has yet to come.
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YOUR NAME: lauren
YEARS RPING: a lot. honestly, i can't say. i don't remember.
OTHER CHARACTERS: i'll probably play stanford and one other girl character later.
PHRASE: across the universe
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: Hahaha. I'm going to take one from Logan + Edward on Flashing Lights. (:
if i could tell you,
i'd tell you the truth.
Oh, god. Anything that started with "so, Logan" couldn't be good. Since it was very unlikely that Edward was about to give her the sex talk, Logan looked up to meet his gaze, which just so happened to be averted far from hers. She took a small sip of her tea, swallowing as he continued.
"Be honest. You hate me."
Logan raised an eyebrow, forcing herself not to smile as one side of his mouth raised in an irresistable, crooked grin. That wasn't exactly a question. How could she be honest about that? She was already coming up with excuses when she realized he was continuing.
"Or, at least, I think you do? Do you?"
Thank god she had swallowed that mouthful of tea, otherwise Edward would have been wearing it. Hear murky eyes wide, Logan gripped her mug tightly. How exactly was she supposed to respond to that? Hell yes, I do, but I also think I'm in love with you?
Well, that wouldn't exactly cut it. Biting her bottom lip instinctively, Logan dropped her gaze. What to say, what to say. Who did he think he was, asking a question like that in the first place? Do you hate me? That's ridiculous. Almost infantile, in fact. Racking her brain for possible excuses or answers, Logan looked up at Edward. Thankfully, he was looking back. Her eyes pleaded with him, a pathetic, begging look in both swamp-water-green pools. She sighed, looking down as she released her cup from the vicious grasp she had it in. Instead of releasing her lip, as well, she began rythmically chewing it, still thinking of something to say. Anything to say.
"What am I supposed to say to that, Edward Winters? You drive me crazy? That stupid little...little crooked smile you always give me makes me want to slap you in the face? And every witty remark you make, I have to use every ounce of strength I have not to run screaming in the opposite direction of you? And every...every time you accidentally graze against my shoulder when we walk, I want to punch you?"
Defeat filled her expression. Hell yeah, Logan. You're out of your mind. She continued, not allowing him to react. She had to get it all out first. What the hell? She'd already shown little parts of her crazy all through this hellacious trip to the cafe. Why not finish it off?
"But yet, every time you speak, I stop paying attention because I'm too busy listening to the way your voice gets raspy when you whisper? And how I also have to restrain myself every time you smile that idiotic little crooked smile, because I want to just reach up and kiss you? Is that what I'm supposed to say, Edward?"
Her gaze raised once more to meet his. Well, there you go. It was all out there. Every emotion she had pushed away for all those months was all out on the cool wood of the Starbucks table. Every little mistake she'd ever made inside her head was public. She had virtually just pulled her heart out of her chest and laid it out on the table for him to take. And the worst part? She had no idea what he was going to do with it.
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