Post by Aftonie Altoft on Jul 28, 2009 18:34:10 GMT -5
The Beautiful You.OOC
Name: jemma :]
Age: fourteen
Canon/Original: original
Experience: 1 year :]
Characters: n/a.
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: aftonie victoria altoft
Age: sixteen
Profession{Category placement}: prima
Nicknames: afton or tony
Superficial View
Celebrity: freida rose
Physical Appearance:
Bodily Markings: none.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Likes: the sun, beaches, her hair, dresses, skirts, boys, kissing, not eating for days on end, le ballet d'or, tutu's, male dancers, feeling special, her father, dancing, authority, getting decent parts.
Dislikes: academic subjects, rain, snow, bad weather, frumpy clothing, vegetarians, gernerally evil people, eating, her mother, too much studying, failing, injuries.
Strengths: dancing, fashion, starving herself.
Weaknesses: school, naivity, easily lead.
Quirks: wrinkles her nose when she laughs, looks down when shes crushing on someone, laughs when shes dancing for no reason.
History:
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RP Example
wet. one word to describe the weather in forks on the fourth of february two thousand and six. it was absolutely slinging it down to be perfectly honest. the droplets being the size of small stationary erasers soaked anyone coming into contact as soon as they stepped into the wild outside. it was one of those days that a lot of girls hated because "their hair will get wet" . it was true. their curls would drop or their perfectly straightened hair would become frizzy. not so great to the other people who had to listen to the whining all day. but whatever, it was another day at forks high school.
fleur woke quite normally that morning. her eyelids slid open over her deep gray, almost brown eyes. she grumbled groggily and sat up slowly. "great ... school." she muttered to herself and swung her bare feet out of her bed and push herself up. still half asleep, she threw herself into the shower. she always needed a shower in a morning to wake her up. there was frankly no other way. what? she was a teenagers. everyone knows teenagers need a lot of sleep right? and getting up for school wasnt the greatest way to get it. todays shower was particulally cold. the heater had been cut off. being at the edge of town the erins residence was getting its energy cut off all the time, so really it wasnt anything new to fleur and she thought nothing of it.
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her she moved back into her bedroom and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes randomly. after drying off and pulling some underwear on she slid the abercrombie and fitch, sunny yellow polo shirt over her wet hair and slid into some faded blue skinny jeans. checking herself briefly in the full-length mirror she shrugged and moved over to her dressing table and picked up her hair dryer. flicking the switch expectantly and pointing it at her head she heard no noise and no warm air blowing on her scalp. "urgh." the electricity had been cut off all together ... great, just great. rolling her eyes, fleur decided that it didnt matter anyway, because it would simply get wet again. so, giving up, she pulled some socks on and skipped down the stairs without applying any make-up.
moving on into the kitchen she saw her mother already eating some cereal. "hola madre." fleur greeted brightly and kiss her mother on the cheek. "hola querido" she returned and went back to her cereal and reading a large paper in front of her. following her lead, fleur grabbed a bowl and spoon then strolled to the table and poured some frosties and milk and began to munch. the paper wasn't exactly exciting. but fleur wasn't interested in the happenings of the world. it wasn't her thing.
finally finishing she picked up her dirty pots and placed them gently into the sink. "hasta luego!" she called to her mother back in the kitchen as she grabbed a leather bomber jacket with a hood and pulled it around herself and fitted some high-ankled trainers, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the house, shutting the door behind her.
the cold hit her at once. a shiver ran down her spine and she pulled her hood up over her deep brown hair and slid her hand into the shallow pockects of her coat. it helped a little. but it was still pretty chilly. she had a long walk to school aswell. but she took it at a pretty quick power-walk.
the wind whooshed around her ears as she arrived in the school's carpark. it was picking up rough. she was sure she hadn't heard it on the weather. not that fleur was really listening last night when it was on. she was texting jacob. and that pretty much took up her mind. fleur jogged across the carpark and into the main entrance. not acknowledging the office staff she wandered straight through to the locker hallway and opened her locker with her usual code.
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Name: jemma :]
Age: fourteen
Canon/Original: original
Experience: 1 year :]
Characters: n/a.
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: aftonie victoria altoft
Age: sixteen
Profession{Category placement}: prima
Nicknames: afton or tony
Superficial View
Celebrity: freida rose
Physical Appearance:
well, to put it straight, tony is actually ... well ... beautiful. theres no other way of putting it. and its all natural. her looks have a tendancy to attract the rougher sex into embarassment. but she tries not to think about it. she'd hate it to put her off her dancing.
tony has quite an elongated face with very prominant features. her eyes are prefectly ovaled and a deep, warm brown which are rather inviting. her nose is alien-like as it has no imperfections or bumps, she sometimes wishes she did have a bump to make it look like there was actually some cartillage in there. next, her lips. they are probably her most noticable feature. they are very rounded and thicker than would be expected. they also tend to be lightly covered in a pale-pink lipgloss or on special occasions, bright red lipstick. then surrounding her face is long, flowing golden hair that she has inherited from her veela mother.
she stands at five foot five inches, so has to look up at most people her age, only by an inch or so. she's rather thin but her bones don't jut out at odd angles so she doesn't look unhealthy. tony wears whatever she feels like so it really depends on the weather or who she's going to see. though many-a-day you'll see her in a small summer dress that reflects her personality.
Bodily Markings: none.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
loyal,
once you've befriended this girl, shes your for life until you do something terrible. she'll stand up for you no matter what the situation. problem is, you probably dont want her on your side in a pub fight, shes not that strong having not eaten for days on end.
witty,
tony comes out with some awesome stuff, even if she doesn't understand how clever or funny it was. she still manages to produce it. tony will probably be half-way through a dance when she'll say something and the whole room will smile at her. even though she doesnt understand.
shy,
tony is extremely shy and you wouldnt catch her talking to strangers. she waits for them to talk to her which sometimes is a bad thing. but she manages to get along fine the way she's living her life so she carries on that way.
fiery,
woah, if you do something wrong, your dead meat. bad times and burns is what follows for anyone doing anything wrong. she's quick to react and you wont stand a chance to be honest.
sporty,
no only does she love dancing, but also every other sport she comes across. whether it be hockey and whacking people around the shins or netball where there's no contacts allowed at all. you'll always find this girl exercising in some kind of way.
misunderstanding,
she never understands anything. and she had absolutely no sympathy or empathy. so dont come to tony if you need a shoulder to cry on. she just wouldnt know what to say and you'd probably be more upset afterwards.
dumb,
one for for it, she's thick. thick as two short planks. she manages decent grades at school. but in normal life, her common sense is lacking and everything thats said needs about half an hour to sink in. you get my drift.
short-tempered,
once you've said the remotest thing to her that upsets her in the slightest. shes gone. she'll have a go at you until the sun sets or even rises again. and she also knows how to hold a grudge so, annoying her isnt the best thing to do.
emotional,
tony can cry very easily, but this is after you get her past her angry marker. youve got to be really nasty to make her cry or show weakness.
Likes: the sun, beaches, her hair, dresses, skirts, boys, kissing, not eating for days on end, le ballet d'or, tutu's, male dancers, feeling special, her father, dancing, authority, getting decent parts.
Dislikes: academic subjects, rain, snow, bad weather, frumpy clothing, vegetarians, gernerally evil people, eating, her mother, too much studying, failing, injuries.
Strengths: dancing, fashion, starving herself.
Weaknesses: school, naivity, easily lead.
Quirks: wrinkles her nose when she laughs, looks down when shes crushing on someone, laughs when shes dancing for no reason.
History:
aftonie was born into an extremely loving family. however, there has only ever been aftonie as a child, how she longed for a brother or sister. but that treat never became. as a young child aftonie's father and mother both had decent jobs and the money was rolling in. and they decided to start funding aftonie some dancing lessons. she immediatly became in love with ballet and new it was what she wanted to do in the future, but she also knew it wouldn't come easy and she'd have to work extremely hard to get where she wanted to be.
however, when aftonie was eleven and had just started to enter competitions and getting placed and winning a lot of the time. her father lost his job and her mother got demoted. the money income of the household was cut severly. and aftonie's dance lessons had to stop. distraught, aftonie carried on dancing by herself in her bedroom, videoing herself and making sure everything was perfect. she didnt eat for days on end trying to become like all the professional ballerinas. her mother and father were broken hearted to see her like this, they knew she had no chance whatsoever now they had stopped funding her lessons.
one day, aftonie decided to give it a shot at pleading with her parents. she pleaded and begged for them to allow her to go for one last compotition. they counted their money and nodded, but explained to her she mustn't be disappointed if she didn't get placed as she hadn't been dancing for a year with a teacher. however, that one competition, she didn't win. but a scout saw her perform and believed she had the capability to become a prima ballerina, and offered her a bursary and decided to play for all her dance lessons.
over the moon she has been having top class lessons ever since and hasn't looked back. she still hasnt left school as sixteen but she doesn't care about her academic grades. its dancing she wants to do and full steam ahead.
Password: Yay!! You've Read the rules
RP Example
wet. one word to describe the weather in forks on the fourth of february two thousand and six. it was absolutely slinging it down to be perfectly honest. the droplets being the size of small stationary erasers soaked anyone coming into contact as soon as they stepped into the wild outside. it was one of those days that a lot of girls hated because "their hair will get wet" . it was true. their curls would drop or their perfectly straightened hair would become frizzy. not so great to the other people who had to listen to the whining all day. but whatever, it was another day at forks high school.
fleur woke quite normally that morning. her eyelids slid open over her deep gray, almost brown eyes. she grumbled groggily and sat up slowly. "great ... school." she muttered to herself and swung her bare feet out of her bed and push herself up. still half asleep, she threw herself into the shower. she always needed a shower in a morning to wake her up. there was frankly no other way. what? she was a teenagers. everyone knows teenagers need a lot of sleep right? and getting up for school wasnt the greatest way to get it. todays shower was particulally cold. the heater had been cut off. being at the edge of town the erins residence was getting its energy cut off all the time, so really it wasnt anything new to fleur and she thought nothing of it.
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her she moved back into her bedroom and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes randomly. after drying off and pulling some underwear on she slid the abercrombie and fitch, sunny yellow polo shirt over her wet hair and slid into some faded blue skinny jeans. checking herself briefly in the full-length mirror she shrugged and moved over to her dressing table and picked up her hair dryer. flicking the switch expectantly and pointing it at her head she heard no noise and no warm air blowing on her scalp. "urgh." the electricity had been cut off all together ... great, just great. rolling her eyes, fleur decided that it didnt matter anyway, because it would simply get wet again. so, giving up, she pulled some socks on and skipped down the stairs without applying any make-up.
moving on into the kitchen she saw her mother already eating some cereal. "hola madre." fleur greeted brightly and kiss her mother on the cheek. "hola querido" she returned and went back to her cereal and reading a large paper in front of her. following her lead, fleur grabbed a bowl and spoon then strolled to the table and poured some frosties and milk and began to munch. the paper wasn't exactly exciting. but fleur wasn't interested in the happenings of the world. it wasn't her thing.
finally finishing she picked up her dirty pots and placed them gently into the sink. "hasta luego!" she called to her mother back in the kitchen as she grabbed a leather bomber jacket with a hood and pulled it around herself and fitted some high-ankled trainers, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the house, shutting the door behind her.
the cold hit her at once. a shiver ran down her spine and she pulled her hood up over her deep brown hair and slid her hand into the shallow pockects of her coat. it helped a little. but it was still pretty chilly. she had a long walk to school aswell. but she took it at a pretty quick power-walk.
the wind whooshed around her ears as she arrived in the school's carpark. it was picking up rough. she was sure she hadn't heard it on the weather. not that fleur was really listening last night when it was on. she was texting jacob. and that pretty much took up her mind. fleur jogged across the carpark and into the main entrance. not acknowledging the office staff she wandered straight through to the locker hallway and opened her locker with her usual code.
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