Post by Lucy-Anne Smith on Feb 14, 2009 13:07:07 GMT -5
Lucy-Anne Smith !?
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THE BASICS !
ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to be here. i'm Lucy-Anne Smith, and you know that's the coolest name you've heard in a long time. i won't go into detail as to why i was named that, but i will let you know that i don't go by my full name at all times. Lucy, and Luce are way cuter, and tons more fun to go by. of course, here in this podunk small town of everence, even those embarrassing pet names get out. speaking of everence, you probably think i'm some small town, hill billy idiot. but hey, us everence citizens are pretty different from that! i'm actually loving life here as a(n) faerie. pretty rad, right? although, not as rad as my birthday, June 24th. you know, that day you give me presents? that aside- i'm seventeen years old, and ready to rock this town- or hey, even this state!
and enough of that boring stuff. i know what you want- my rockin bod. and by rocking, i mean drop dead gorgeous. let's just start from the top. my hair? well, i don't even know how to describe these blonde locks. but i guess i'd say that they are pretty straight. and as you can see by plainly looking at me and my parents- i'm a faery. but what you may not know is that my eyes are a mind blowing color. yeah, that's right, they are blue. that is just cool beyond belief. and now for those numbers i know you've all been waiting for. see, i'd consider myself slim/slender, and most would agree. i mean, i can prove it too. my scale reads 110, not that you should be asking. but i do tower over some things at a nice 5'5. sexy, aren't i? yeah, so i've been told. then again, i've also been told that i look a hell of a lot like Lauren Steil. but, that can't be a bad thing, right?
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likes ,dislikes ,
- Vintage clothes
- the night time.
- Old Tree's.
- Autumn.
- Pretty hair.
- Nice people.
- Her wings.
- Sparkly stuff.
- Dancing.
- Loud music.
- Children.
- Changing her hair color.
- Helping people.
strengths ,
- Rude people.
- Insults.
- Hiding her wings.
- Lycanthropes.
- Death.
- Overly big hair.
- Ugly people (although she does feel bad for them)
- Jeans.
- People who fish for compliments (Although she almost always gives them to them)
- Being lied to.
flaws ,
- Very honest.
- Can dance beautifully.
- Makes friends easily
- Healing things.
- Growing plants.
- She has no temper whatsoever.
secrets ,
- She's overly kind, to a fault.
- She can't lie to save her life.
- She takes rude comments lying down.
- She's not very good at knowing who her true friends are.
- She always see's the good in people...even when there is none.
fears ,
- She kind of wishes she could lie better.
- Sometimes she wishes she could be more...mean.
general personality ,
- Death of someone she knows.
- Something happening to her wings.
- Being hated.
- Falling in love with someone who doesn't love her back.
- Being ugly.
SILLY ME I DIDN'T EVEN ,
THE HIDDEN PAST ![/center]
parents ,siblings ,
children ,
significant others ,
history ,
READ THE FINE PRINT ,
THE ONE BEHIND IT ALL ![/center]
age , Fifteen. Sixteen in April.
contacts , PM/Email.
years of experience , A year last November.
how you found us , Adversts.
abilities ,
read the rules , sky eats airplane
sample post ,
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Cherry had been having a fairly horrible day. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. It hadn't been horrible, no, not really, it had just been horribly boring. When she woke up that morning the sky was gray...which was always a damper for Cherry. She loved blue skies, the kind with big fluffy white clouds, and the winter was just like one big season of let downs for her. With the cold weather, the chilly air, and the snow. Oh, how she hated the snow. It was beautiful, sure, she had to admit that. So white, and clear, and more perfect than most things on earth...until it got trampled all over. But it was also cold. Cherry liked cool weather, somewhere in the fifties, or sixties. Spring and Autumn were her favorite seasons because of that. She loved the rain, but only when the skies were blue. The sunshine-y rains that only happened once in a blue moon. Those were her favorites.
When she woke up that morning she prepared for her day as normal. It was, after all, just another day. She showered, threw her clothes on, hardly paying attention to what she was wearing, picked out her clothes, put on her make-up, then did her hair. All in all it only took about an hour, and the shoe thing probably took the longest. Either that or the make-up. She didn't care so much about her hair, or the actual clothes. Her hair was naturally straight, and she had been cutting it herself since she was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. As long as it was freshly cut, and not too messy, she didn't usually touch it. Unless, of course, she was in the mood for dying it. But for the time being she was content with her orange hair...not too bright of an orange, but not too dull, either.
She went about her day normally, just as usual. She only had a few classes, and then lunch, and then the rest of the day to do what she wanted to. The only problem was she didn't really know what she wanted to do. But she was a few minutes late for class, and didn't really want to get yelled at, so she figured she'd find something to do after she was done being tortured with lecture's, and such...if she didn't have too much home work to do. Which, she knew she probably would. Collage was a lot harder than she had been expecting it to be.
However, she was surprised by hardly having any homework, or anything to study for. Which was good in it's own way, but bad as well. Because it meant she wouldn't have anything to do. Just as she was pondering what she could do her stomach rumbled, and she knew before she got around to doing anything she'd need to find something to eat. Of course the first place that popped into her mind was McDonald's, her favorite restaurant. She could actually eat there without complaining about the calories as A) she only went there about once a month and B) she was fine with her body. She knew she didn't have many curves, but that was a good thing in it's own way, at least she wasn't fat.
She drove there in her old beat up red convertible she saved up for a year for back in High School. Only once she knew she had enough money for collage, of course. She didn't really care that it wasn't the best looking car ever, it drove, and she'd never had any troubles with it. She got out of it, patted the hood, dropped her keys in her pocket, and walked inside. Unlike most girls she didn't carry a purse around to keep her money in. Instead she kept it all in her pockets. Sometimes it fell out and she lost a few bucks, and sometimes she forgot it was in her pockets, and went around thinking she was poor until she found a hundred dollar bill in her jacket pocket. She liked never knowing exactly how much money she had.
She waited in line, glancing at the menu, despite the fact that she knew what she was getting. The same thing she always got every time she went there. Everything off the dollar menu, of course. It was cheaper, and it tasted just as good. Once the line had disappeared and she was next up she looked at the worker in a way which clearly stated she wasn't going to be polite. She never was, and yet she expected everyone to be polite to her... "Can I have a Mc chicken sandwich, root beer, and some fries?" There was no please, but the worker didn't think about it twice. He'd seen her there a few times before and knew she wasn't very polite.
Once her food arrived she took it, without a thank you, and sat down at a booth. The kind that were clearly meant for four people, not one, but she didn't care. It was far more comfortable than any chair. She unwrapped her sand which, took the top off, and stuffed a few fries in it, before putting the top back on. She took a small bite, then put it down and took a drink of her soda, looking around the place silently. She hated eating all alone, but she didn't really have anyone else to eat with. She felt so awkward.
When she woke up that morning she prepared for her day as normal. It was, after all, just another day. She showered, threw her clothes on, hardly paying attention to what she was wearing, picked out her clothes, put on her make-up, then did her hair. All in all it only took about an hour, and the shoe thing probably took the longest. Either that or the make-up. She didn't care so much about her hair, or the actual clothes. Her hair was naturally straight, and she had been cutting it herself since she was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. As long as it was freshly cut, and not too messy, she didn't usually touch it. Unless, of course, she was in the mood for dying it. But for the time being she was content with her orange hair...not too bright of an orange, but not too dull, either.
She went about her day normally, just as usual. She only had a few classes, and then lunch, and then the rest of the day to do what she wanted to. The only problem was she didn't really know what she wanted to do. But she was a few minutes late for class, and didn't really want to get yelled at, so she figured she'd find something to do after she was done being tortured with lecture's, and such...if she didn't have too much home work to do. Which, she knew she probably would. Collage was a lot harder than she had been expecting it to be.
However, she was surprised by hardly having any homework, or anything to study for. Which was good in it's own way, but bad as well. Because it meant she wouldn't have anything to do. Just as she was pondering what she could do her stomach rumbled, and she knew before she got around to doing anything she'd need to find something to eat. Of course the first place that popped into her mind was McDonald's, her favorite restaurant. She could actually eat there without complaining about the calories as A) she only went there about once a month and B) she was fine with her body. She knew she didn't have many curves, but that was a good thing in it's own way, at least she wasn't fat.
She drove there in her old beat up red convertible she saved up for a year for back in High School. Only once she knew she had enough money for collage, of course. She didn't really care that it wasn't the best looking car ever, it drove, and she'd never had any troubles with it. She got out of it, patted the hood, dropped her keys in her pocket, and walked inside. Unlike most girls she didn't carry a purse around to keep her money in. Instead she kept it all in her pockets. Sometimes it fell out and she lost a few bucks, and sometimes she forgot it was in her pockets, and went around thinking she was poor until she found a hundred dollar bill in her jacket pocket. She liked never knowing exactly how much money she had.
She waited in line, glancing at the menu, despite the fact that she knew what she was getting. The same thing she always got every time she went there. Everything off the dollar menu, of course. It was cheaper, and it tasted just as good. Once the line had disappeared and she was next up she looked at the worker in a way which clearly stated she wasn't going to be polite. She never was, and yet she expected everyone to be polite to her... "Can I have a Mc chicken sandwich, root beer, and some fries?" There was no please, but the worker didn't think about it twice. He'd seen her there a few times before and knew she wasn't very polite.
Once her food arrived she took it, without a thank you, and sat down at a booth. The kind that were clearly meant for four people, not one, but she didn't care. It was far more comfortable than any chair. She unwrapped her sand which, took the top off, and stuffed a few fries in it, before putting the top back on. She took a small bite, then put it down and took a drink of her soda, looking around the place silently. She hated eating all alone, but she didn't really have anyone else to eat with. She felt so awkward.
LET THE CURTAINS DROP ,
AND THE CREDITS ROLL !
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