Post by Amelie Beauvais on Jul 20, 2009 2:26:25 GMT -5
The Beautiful You.OOC
Name: Annie
Age: 16
Canon/Original: Original
Experience: 4 years
Characters: So far, none but one. It's all the simpler.
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: Amelie Rhiannon Beauvais
Age: 17
Profession{Category placement}: A Prima
Nicknames: Simply- Amelie (Milly to those closer)
Superficial View
Celebrity: Alexis Bledel
Physical Appearance:
Bodily Markings: A small dove tattoo in the middle of her shoulder blades, holding a palm cross to represent her passed grandfather who had healed & kept doves all of his life.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Likes:
- dancing in an empty room
- singing in the rain
- the philosophy of dreams
- living simply
- minimal complaints
- tiramisu
- photography
- France
- to listen
- the rush of adrenaline
- to smile
Dislikes:
- stretching
- thinking too much
- waking up from sweet dreams
- tears
- false love
- dishonesty
- fast insects with more than 6 legs
- difficult decisions
Strengths:
- dancing from the inside
- singing without an accent (a slowly-mastered strength)
- staying strong emotionally
- listening
- knowing what to say
- taking criticism
Weaknesses:
- the pain of somebody else
- love
- stubborn
- dreamer
Quirks:
- she is a slight perfectionist
- when she's nervous, she clenches on her clothing
- cracking her fingers when bored
- surprising easily
History:
Password: Admin approved.
RP Example:
(* Now that I'm actually in my house, here's one from my history:)
Maddie stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. She definitely wasn't ready. Her reflexion was almost naked, and you couldn't go to a dance in a bra and underwear. She had prepared her outfit the night before, not really sure of her decision. Maddie looked down at the black satin dress she held in her arms. The fabric was soft, but cold to the touch. Her pale legs stepped into the material, as she pulled it up to fit. She really hoped that nobody would be looking up her dress today. She held out her arms and fell backwards onto her soft bed. She would see Trevor again tonight. She smiled, almost alone in her bedroom. Sneakers, her maine coon kitten, purred in her bed on the floor. "Do you think I look pretty so far, baby?" she cooed to her kitten, as she bounced and hopped off of her comfortable mattress. Meow, Sneakers responded blankly. Maddie giggled quietly and smoothed down her dress. She walked over to her closet, opening the door to the walk-in. It wasn't a very big one, but it kept all of her dresses, fancy tops, and shoes organized. Usually she just packed away all of her things in her chest of drawers. "Hm..." she thought out loud, deciding on which shoes to wear. She should probably wear flats if she wanted to be comfortable all night. She grabbed a pair of pretty red ones that she had gotten from her sister on Christmas, and slipped them on her tiny feet. She touched her collarbone to feel the gold Tiffany necklace she had had since she was a teen from her grandparents.
Maddie shut the door to her closet and waltzed out into the hallway, humming to herself. She entered the second floor bathroom, quickly flipping on the lights. Brightness filled the dark room as she smiled at her natural reflexion once more. She didn't like wearing too much makeup, so decided to go with just a little mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Her complexion was fine, so there was no need for foundation. She grabbed her mascara from the counter and quickly unscrewed the lid. She brushed it onto her eyelashes carefully, making sure not to get any anywhere else. She did the same with clear lip gloss from mac, then quickly swiped some blush onto her cheeks. She already didn't feel like herself even though she looked almost exactly the same. "Now what to do with my hair...?" she asked herself quietly, taking her hand and holding her hair up. Maybe she should leave it down. It looked fine. "Hmm.." Maddie thought to herself. She decided that she would leave it down and curly. It looked better natural, anyways. She quickly grabbed a thin read hair band from the selection her sister usually chose from, and put it in place.
Maddie happily skipped out of the washroom and down the stairs, where her dad was standing casually. Casually. Maddie thought, then smiled to herself. He probably just didn't want to let go of his little girl. "Hey dad." she said, walking carefully down the marble steps. Her flats clicked when she walked, amusing her the slightest bit. "Look at my darling..." he said, a smile coming to his lips. "What?" she asked, laughing slightly. "You're pretty." he said, handing her her clutch. "I love you, dad." she said, and opened her arms for a hug. She really did love her dad. She loved her mom just as much, but unfortunately mom wasn't back from work until 9. "Punk! Get over here." her dad shouted happily. Maddie smiled, and eyed the 7-month old Husky frolicking down the stairs. Punk was Cory's dog. "Is he here to scare my date?" she asked in a baby voice, not necessarily talking to her dad as she petted the soft dog. "Do you honestly think Punk could scare anyone?" Corinna said, speaking from the top of the staircase. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Who are you trying to impress anyways, Mads?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. "Who's your date?" she added. "Trevor," Maddie said simply, leaning against the elegant railing. Her house wasn't big, but it sure was pretty on the inside. Atleast to Maddie. "And don't worry dad, he isn't like the guys Cory brings home." she added, trying to loosen up her father's point of view. "Hm." Cory said, walking down the stairs. Cory was dressed in Victoria's Secret PINK sweatpants and a fitted grey t-shirt. She was barefoot and bored looking. Well Maddie would be the one having more fun tonight. "Are you ready to go?" her sister asked, forcing her feet into short grey Uggs. "Yeah." Maddie said, happy that she had her sister to drive her around anywhere. She pulled her chocolate out of her clutch, and texted Trevor.
She slid her phone shut, then tossed it into her Juicy clutch. She couldn't wait for her night to begin.
How did you find us?? - Through Google, looking for CC lyrics.
Name: Annie
Age: 16
Canon/Original: Original
Experience: 4 years
Characters: So far, none but one. It's all the simpler.
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: Amelie Rhiannon Beauvais
Age: 17
Profession{Category placement}: A Prima
Nicknames: Simply- Amelie (Milly to those closer)
Superficial View
Celebrity: Alexis Bledel
Physical Appearance:
Amelie is a generally beautiful girl with ice blue eyes that make you melt, & soft red lips that contrast against her fair skin. Soft brown curls frame her delicate face, & hang down to her chest. Her hair grows very slowly, but often stays in fabulous condition.
Amelie's body is petite but athletic, slightly curvy but thin. She has long legs in proportion to her torso, but short legs in comparison to the height of the other dancers. You see, Amelie is not the tallest girl you've ever seen but quite possibly very graceful. It must be because at just below 5'4 you're a lot more grounded.
Amelie's feet are small and flexible, size 5 & a half in your average shoe. She had inherited her mother's high arch and instep, rather than her dads unlucky bricks for feet. Fun.
Bodily Markings: A small dove tattoo in the middle of her shoulder blades, holding a palm cross to represent her passed grandfather who had healed & kept doves all of his life.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Amelie is a sophisticated girl, growing up in a rather classy family. She had always had great manners, and a smile that you couldn't resist. But away from important company & dinner guests she knows good humor when she hears it & isn't afraid to pop a witty joke or two.
Amelie is a girl who loves to have an amazing time. Excitement is something she yearns for, something she needs to get through the day. She doesn't enjoy sitting on the couch doing nothing, but this little Miss likes to get stuff done.
Love. Oh love. Amelie loves to be loved. This Beauvais is romantic, compassionate, & flirty with the ones she loves. Though she hasn't found real love yet she knows that it is somewhere out there for her & isn't afraid to take many risks.
Though sweet, you may find Amelie to be a bit stubborn at times- this being because she takes after her father's gene. If she strongly disagrees with you, or something is bothering her, she will not hesitate to tell you in a polite manner. Oh no. Well we all have those days, right?
In a nutshell -
Amelie is basically a sweetheart & a good listener. She is always there for all of her friends, the people she loves, & the people she can trust. She is honest with herself & with others, & is always looking for an adventure.
Likes:
- dancing in an empty room
- singing in the rain
- the philosophy of dreams
- living simply
- minimal complaints
- tiramisu
- photography
- France
- to listen
- the rush of adrenaline
- to smile
Dislikes:
- stretching
- thinking too much
- waking up from sweet dreams
- tears
- false love
- dishonesty
- fast insects with more than 6 legs
- difficult decisions
Strengths:
- dancing from the inside
- singing without an accent (a slowly-mastered strength)
- staying strong emotionally
- listening
- knowing what to say
- taking criticism
Weaknesses:
- the pain of somebody else
- love
- stubborn
- dreamer
Quirks:
- she is a slight perfectionist
- when she's nervous, she clenches on her clothing
- cracking her fingers when bored
- surprising easily
History:
On Decmeber 24th 1992 a blue-eyed, brown-haired baby girl was born to two of the most beautiful people in France; Audrey Vansette & Hansen Beauvais - the best plastic surgeons in Paris. It was a windy day, a snowy day. It was a cold day.
Audrey didn't know what to do. You see, Audrey is a married woman. A woman married to a man named Guy Vansette since she was eighteen years young. It was the biggest mistake of her life, marrying that man. He never showed her any affection- never any love or compassion. He was never there to hold her tight & tell her that he loved her. He was never there even when he could be. He wasn't even there that day, the day her first child was born. Her miracle... But this wasn't just any miracle. This miracle did not belong to her and Guy. This miracle belonged to her & a man named Henson, a man that Audrey had fallen in love with 3 years after she had married her current husband. The blue eyes? The brown hair? This was Henson's baby.
But how would she tell her husband about the affair? How would she explain to him how her green eyes and his brown made blue? How would she lie about how her blonde hair and his blonde hair made brown? What would she do? Who would she tell? She knew that her husband would kill her love if she told him. He would kill Henson. So she told him the truth - a part of the truth. She told him that she was leaving because he had no love to give the baby. She told him he would never let him see her. She packed up her bags and left.
Audrey turned to Henson, the man that had really loved her all of her life. They married 6 months later, signing documents but having no ceremony.
--
Amelie lived a happy childhood, & was raised strictly & to be very well mannered. Her parents gave her all of the love she needed, but always hid their past from her. Even up and till this day, she has absolutely no idea of her mothers past husband - & her supposed-to-be father.
Little Milly was introduced to ballet at the age of 5, her parents enrolling her in community center dancing because of her nonstop twirling and falling around the house. They brought her to a woman named Mrs. Aloue to teach her how to do interpretative & ballet dancing. Amelie loved it with a passion & didn't want to quit. Her parents assumed it would be good for her, but never realized how much talent their tiny girl held inside.
4 years later, at nine years old, Amelie was dancing with The National Ballet School of Europe in Paris, France. She even did some small professional roles like mice in The Nutcracker, & sleeping town's children in Romeo & Juliet. A year after that, the NBSF gave her a 5 year Junior contract to their professional division, allowing her to tour all throughout France in shows. On her last year of contract, she even managed to snag the role of Tinkerbell in Peter Pan the Ballet.
Sadly, after her contract ran out the ballet school offered her another one - asking her to come for 10 years. She couldn't accept it though. She didn't want to. She felt trapped & wanted a bit of freedom. So she turned the company down, & traveled to NYC for a summer dance program of Jazz, Contemporary, Hip Hop, & Broadway. (This being the place where she realized she loved to sing.)
Feeling free, Amelie came home to shocking news. LBD had offered her a spot in their program. Her mother gave her the news, & Amelie was ecstatic. Sure she had worked with a ballet school, but this was the ballet school. The ballet school of her dreams! She couldn't turn it down.
& here she is.
Password: Admin approved.
RP Example:
(* Now that I'm actually in my house, here's one from my history:)
Maddie stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. She definitely wasn't ready. Her reflexion was almost naked, and you couldn't go to a dance in a bra and underwear. She had prepared her outfit the night before, not really sure of her decision. Maddie looked down at the black satin dress she held in her arms. The fabric was soft, but cold to the touch. Her pale legs stepped into the material, as she pulled it up to fit. She really hoped that nobody would be looking up her dress today. She held out her arms and fell backwards onto her soft bed. She would see Trevor again tonight. She smiled, almost alone in her bedroom. Sneakers, her maine coon kitten, purred in her bed on the floor. "Do you think I look pretty so far, baby?" she cooed to her kitten, as she bounced and hopped off of her comfortable mattress. Meow, Sneakers responded blankly. Maddie giggled quietly and smoothed down her dress. She walked over to her closet, opening the door to the walk-in. It wasn't a very big one, but it kept all of her dresses, fancy tops, and shoes organized. Usually she just packed away all of her things in her chest of drawers. "Hm..." she thought out loud, deciding on which shoes to wear. She should probably wear flats if she wanted to be comfortable all night. She grabbed a pair of pretty red ones that she had gotten from her sister on Christmas, and slipped them on her tiny feet. She touched her collarbone to feel the gold Tiffany necklace she had had since she was a teen from her grandparents.
Maddie shut the door to her closet and waltzed out into the hallway, humming to herself. She entered the second floor bathroom, quickly flipping on the lights. Brightness filled the dark room as she smiled at her natural reflexion once more. She didn't like wearing too much makeup, so decided to go with just a little mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Her complexion was fine, so there was no need for foundation. She grabbed her mascara from the counter and quickly unscrewed the lid. She brushed it onto her eyelashes carefully, making sure not to get any anywhere else. She did the same with clear lip gloss from mac, then quickly swiped some blush onto her cheeks. She already didn't feel like herself even though she looked almost exactly the same. "Now what to do with my hair...?" she asked herself quietly, taking her hand and holding her hair up. Maybe she should leave it down. It looked fine. "Hmm.." Maddie thought to herself. She decided that she would leave it down and curly. It looked better natural, anyways. She quickly grabbed a thin read hair band from the selection her sister usually chose from, and put it in place.
Maddie happily skipped out of the washroom and down the stairs, where her dad was standing casually. Casually. Maddie thought, then smiled to herself. He probably just didn't want to let go of his little girl. "Hey dad." she said, walking carefully down the marble steps. Her flats clicked when she walked, amusing her the slightest bit. "Look at my darling..." he said, a smile coming to his lips. "What?" she asked, laughing slightly. "You're pretty." he said, handing her her clutch. "I love you, dad." she said, and opened her arms for a hug. She really did love her dad. She loved her mom just as much, but unfortunately mom wasn't back from work until 9. "Punk! Get over here." her dad shouted happily. Maddie smiled, and eyed the 7-month old Husky frolicking down the stairs. Punk was Cory's dog. "Is he here to scare my date?" she asked in a baby voice, not necessarily talking to her dad as she petted the soft dog. "Do you honestly think Punk could scare anyone?" Corinna said, speaking from the top of the staircase. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Who are you trying to impress anyways, Mads?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. "Who's your date?" she added. "Trevor," Maddie said simply, leaning against the elegant railing. Her house wasn't big, but it sure was pretty on the inside. Atleast to Maddie. "And don't worry dad, he isn't like the guys Cory brings home." she added, trying to loosen up her father's point of view. "Hm." Cory said, walking down the stairs. Cory was dressed in Victoria's Secret PINK sweatpants and a fitted grey t-shirt. She was barefoot and bored looking. Well Maddie would be the one having more fun tonight. "Are you ready to go?" her sister asked, forcing her feet into short grey Uggs. "Yeah." Maddie said, happy that she had her sister to drive her around anywhere. She pulled her chocolate out of her clutch, and texted Trevor.
She slid her phone shut, then tossed it into her Juicy clutch. She couldn't wait for her night to begin.
How did you find us?? - Through Google, looking for CC lyrics.
