Post by xx CariDee on Mar 18, 2007 12:37:17 GMT -5
Character Name: CariDee Rose McGowan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Grey/Blue
Build: Slim and strong
Clothing Style: Caridee has a mix of fashion styles. Mostly she has appropriate dancing clothes on her although in her spare time jeans and a t-shirt do quite nicely.
Personality: Cari has been known to be a lucky person. She's not easy to get along with at the best of times and doesn't let anyone into her life. Her main goal is a simplistic dancing career and she is well focused toward it. Being a slight perfectionist at her dancing makes her a little competitive and sometimes a good sport.
Yet when Cari is hurt, badly, her life is turned upside down. She drowns herself in her craze to become anorexic again and refused to eat. Her rebellious attitude is actually hidden between individuals damage to her. So being the perky looking girl she is it's all just a clowns mask covering the damage she has inside.
History: Growing up in Dendrum wasn't the easiest life, none of it is. Living alone with her mum after her father was shot has had a big strain on their relationship from day one. CariDee's father was the one that supported her on her first dance lesson. He was there laughing and encouraging her. Yet her mother thought it was a waist of time. After their large row whilst CariDee was sleeping her father walked out for some air to clear the atmosphere, stepped into a crowd of thugs and was shot.
Yet still following with her dreams CariDee found help in dancing. It sort of released her stress and anger. So when she was 14 she was awarded a scholarship at Rothud. Being a shy girl at that age Cari found it difficult to make friends and usually kept herself to herself before slipping into the magical dancing room and releasing herself. She always tried to put in 110% into her dancing, same couldn't be said for her classes. Although managing to get the odd A and mainly B's or C's Cari carried on impressing the schools main interests and became a valued pupil at the school.
The same couldn't have been said at home and so usually taking extra classes after to delay returning were cutting into her deep. The stress of her first relationship with singer Malcolm wasn't supported by anyone and was secret. She became conscious of her own body, stopped ballet and eating. After being rushed to hospital from starvation - dramatically underweight from dancing with no energy from food.She recovered slowly into her 16's although Malcolm had gone off with another and her eating became habit. Allowing herself less and less everyday as a result of depression and anger. Yet after being caught counting she was put on a strict diet and has since recovered from this not letting anyone in or out to cause her damage again.
School: Rothud
First Class: Mathematics
Second Class: English
Third Class: History
Fourth Class: Free 2 hour dance session
Fifth Class: Dance class
Sample RP:
If you've ever been told that Shyness wasn't going to get you far in life you'll know how you felt afterwards. Yet for someone who told herself that and made it her motto it was an easy entrance for the slim blond. Loosely made curls wee bundled into a tight tail with wisps near her ears. In those ears were medium sized hoops that swung against her cheeks as she sat at the bar. Semi-sparkled lips pressed together slightly in a pout as she thought about what drink she proffered tonight. After all she hadn't been out for a long time and it was a lonesome occasion. The club had just opened and yet still was jammed, music blaring and stuffy.
Smokey eye shadowed flickered as spotlights fell over the room. The seats weren't really in the perfect place directly in the way of the beams although it added more interest to get up and dance. This was the time to have fun and dancing was fun for many but to CariDee it was practice, showing off. Fresh ice blue eyes looked over the crowds as she slid off the seat revealing her height once more. Dressed in the normal jeans and t-shirt with black high-heeled sandals it was a good time to practice. Usually not many who went to Rothud actually came here by choice but it was interesting to see those who were missing out. A lot of those here were amazing at break dancing, something that she had never been able to master; just ballet until the age of 15 and a bit of everything now and then.
Looking back at the bar she sighed and walked forward leaning against the wall. The dance floor was overcrowded and full of couples trying to beat their friends and see how long they could dance before falling over, drunk. It was something very common to here but she couldn't complain. Most of the time her t-shirts and trousers were too big for her after suffering from anorexia for a few years. Although recovered CariDee still watched her weight dramatically and counted each thing she put past her lips. Yet everyone had their own problems, whether it is drugs - once tried by her, or abuse. No one was perfect as she found out the hard way.
Being labelled a dumb blond was the least of her worries, many had actually tried to hide this by darkening their shades but being completely natural; in regards to the few streaks done at the hairdressers, gave her the advantage of looking normal. In a way everyone had their secrets even those who said they didn't they kept things away from each other. Just like herself, CariDee had never told anyone her own secrets, why trust something with something important? Yet right now she looked around looking for a chance to dance.
Yet when one of those songs that you can't resist dancing to came on she pushed off the wall and found a nice space. She'd already made a routine to this exact song and what was the point of just shaking your hips. Clicking on each beat while her right hip was pushing her leg out and bent she turned around and stopped as she saw someone come through the door. Her first reaction:
"Oh Shit!"
Falling back from view she began to come closer to the DJ and had to keep putting her thin black polished flinger's to her ears to mute it slightly for only a while. This wasn't something she needed right now. Sometimes when someone you despise walks in, knowing that you’re in there, you run. You have a sixth sense that tells you that they are looking for you, their body language is obviously stalking prey and being one who knows them your instinct screams you.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Grey/Blue
Build: Slim and strong
Clothing Style: Caridee has a mix of fashion styles. Mostly she has appropriate dancing clothes on her although in her spare time jeans and a t-shirt do quite nicely.
Personality: Cari has been known to be a lucky person. She's not easy to get along with at the best of times and doesn't let anyone into her life. Her main goal is a simplistic dancing career and she is well focused toward it. Being a slight perfectionist at her dancing makes her a little competitive and sometimes a good sport.
Yet when Cari is hurt, badly, her life is turned upside down. She drowns herself in her craze to become anorexic again and refused to eat. Her rebellious attitude is actually hidden between individuals damage to her. So being the perky looking girl she is it's all just a clowns mask covering the damage she has inside.
History: Growing up in Dendrum wasn't the easiest life, none of it is. Living alone with her mum after her father was shot has had a big strain on their relationship from day one. CariDee's father was the one that supported her on her first dance lesson. He was there laughing and encouraging her. Yet her mother thought it was a waist of time. After their large row whilst CariDee was sleeping her father walked out for some air to clear the atmosphere, stepped into a crowd of thugs and was shot.
Yet still following with her dreams CariDee found help in dancing. It sort of released her stress and anger. So when she was 14 she was awarded a scholarship at Rothud. Being a shy girl at that age Cari found it difficult to make friends and usually kept herself to herself before slipping into the magical dancing room and releasing herself. She always tried to put in 110% into her dancing, same couldn't be said for her classes. Although managing to get the odd A and mainly B's or C's Cari carried on impressing the schools main interests and became a valued pupil at the school.
The same couldn't have been said at home and so usually taking extra classes after to delay returning were cutting into her deep. The stress of her first relationship with singer Malcolm wasn't supported by anyone and was secret. She became conscious of her own body, stopped ballet and eating. After being rushed to hospital from starvation - dramatically underweight from dancing with no energy from food.She recovered slowly into her 16's although Malcolm had gone off with another and her eating became habit. Allowing herself less and less everyday as a result of depression and anger. Yet after being caught counting she was put on a strict diet and has since recovered from this not letting anyone in or out to cause her damage again.
School: Rothud
First Class: Mathematics
Second Class: English
Third Class: History
Fourth Class: Free 2 hour dance session
Fifth Class: Dance class
Sample RP:
If you've ever been told that Shyness wasn't going to get you far in life you'll know how you felt afterwards. Yet for someone who told herself that and made it her motto it was an easy entrance for the slim blond. Loosely made curls wee bundled into a tight tail with wisps near her ears. In those ears were medium sized hoops that swung against her cheeks as she sat at the bar. Semi-sparkled lips pressed together slightly in a pout as she thought about what drink she proffered tonight. After all she hadn't been out for a long time and it was a lonesome occasion. The club had just opened and yet still was jammed, music blaring and stuffy.
Smokey eye shadowed flickered as spotlights fell over the room. The seats weren't really in the perfect place directly in the way of the beams although it added more interest to get up and dance. This was the time to have fun and dancing was fun for many but to CariDee it was practice, showing off. Fresh ice blue eyes looked over the crowds as she slid off the seat revealing her height once more. Dressed in the normal jeans and t-shirt with black high-heeled sandals it was a good time to practice. Usually not many who went to Rothud actually came here by choice but it was interesting to see those who were missing out. A lot of those here were amazing at break dancing, something that she had never been able to master; just ballet until the age of 15 and a bit of everything now and then.
Looking back at the bar she sighed and walked forward leaning against the wall. The dance floor was overcrowded and full of couples trying to beat their friends and see how long they could dance before falling over, drunk. It was something very common to here but she couldn't complain. Most of the time her t-shirts and trousers were too big for her after suffering from anorexia for a few years. Although recovered CariDee still watched her weight dramatically and counted each thing she put past her lips. Yet everyone had their own problems, whether it is drugs - once tried by her, or abuse. No one was perfect as she found out the hard way.
Being labelled a dumb blond was the least of her worries, many had actually tried to hide this by darkening their shades but being completely natural; in regards to the few streaks done at the hairdressers, gave her the advantage of looking normal. In a way everyone had their secrets even those who said they didn't they kept things away from each other. Just like herself, CariDee had never told anyone her own secrets, why trust something with something important? Yet right now she looked around looking for a chance to dance.
Yet when one of those songs that you can't resist dancing to came on she pushed off the wall and found a nice space. She'd already made a routine to this exact song and what was the point of just shaking your hips. Clicking on each beat while her right hip was pushing her leg out and bent she turned around and stopped as she saw someone come through the door. Her first reaction:
"Oh Shit!"
Falling back from view she began to come closer to the DJ and had to keep putting her thin black polished flinger's to her ears to mute it slightly for only a while. This wasn't something she needed right now. Sometimes when someone you despise walks in, knowing that you’re in there, you run. You have a sixth sense that tells you that they are looking for you, their body language is obviously stalking prey and being one who knows them your instinct screams you.
