Post by courtney on Nov 28, 2009 13:40:33 GMT -5
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I THINK I'M LOST IN THE LETTERS.[/font]
[/blockquote][/ul][/b], but you can call me court. my birthday's November 12th, 1989, so if you're too lazy to do the math, that means i'm nineteen years old right now. currently, i work as model. i'm also a female, in case you couldn't tell. oh! and i'm also bisexual, and if you can live with that, i'm sure we'll be great friends."[/size][/center][/blockquote][/ul]
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WHEN HER REPLY MEANT EVERYTHING.[/font] [/blockquote][/ul][/center]
"You look really familiar! Have I seen you before?"[/font][/color]
"Hah, well I probably seem familiar because I've been in a few magazines here and there, and well most people know me from that. I have no markings on my body, due to being a model I'm not really allowed to get tattoos or get pierced. Some people tend to say that I look like Mischa Barton I don't really think I'm that cute though! "[/font]
"So, what do you like?"[/font][/color]
"Hm... what do I like... well, if you want to include modeling, sex, parties, the average teen things, you can. I like girls, boys, I also happen to like being outdoors! Nature is a real soft spot of mine, though other then that there isn't much else. I'm not really like my friends, not too caring about much."[/font]
"And the things you could live without? What about them?"[/font][/color]
"Haha! This list would be really really long, but one thing I can live without is pervy men, I kinda had enough of them. I hate being used just because I'm pretty, and I'm not a big drug person, no matter what those tabloids say. I hate paparazzi, and if I'm not working, I hate cameras in general. Hm, there wasn't as many as I thought there would be, but I guess you can really say I'm not a people person. "[/font]
"And what are the things you just can't stand?"[/font][/color]
"BAHA! Things I can't stand, lets see... well, I can't stand being lied to and I can't stand being wrong and not getting what I want. I'm kinda a spoiled person, but that's okay."[/font]
"Do you have any bad habits? What about good ones?"[/font][/color]
"I have a habit for laughing a lot, as well as talking, not sure if those are bad or good things. I tend to drink a lot, I get really bad when I drink, in more then a few ways. I'm horrible with relationships, though I try so hard to keep them, it's usually the other person who gets annoyed with me. "[/font]
"Oh, really? Well, how about the secrets?"[/font][/color]
"Secrets, I don't really have any but I guess you can say I'm still in love with my ex-girlfriend is really a secret. I'm not a virgin, nor am I secretly anything. All my stuff is really put out into the open."[/font]
"And the fears?"[/font][/color]
"Oh god, well... I'm scared of being left alone, I hate not having someone next to me and having no one there for me. It's a big fear, and it tends to overtake my personality a lot, guess you can say I'm scared of becoming too desperate. "[/font]
"Do you have any special talents?"[/font][/color]
"Hm, I have a talent for modeling, though I can't really say I have much else. I'm a very good manipulator. :] "[/font]
"And last but not least, what's your relationship status/history?"[/font][/color]
"Well, this was actually the whole point as to why I am in Newport, I came here chasing after a ex-girlfriend. Emma Lewis, was my girlfriend for nearly a year, and she dumped me when she came to America. As of right now I am single, I'm not a virgin like stated before and I guess I'm not really looking that hard either. I rather just have close friends, then another lover who is just going to use me."[/font]
call me up to confess
THAT IT'S ME YOU THINK ABOUT.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]"Where were you born?"[/font][/color]
"I was actually born in England, in which I spent most of my life. Most of my family lives in the states though, where I gained a lot of childhood friends. I tended to go over to Hollywood a few times in the year, just to visit a friend and that was about it. I do have a accent, and I do happen to enjoy my home town better then this place. But at least now, I'm close to the only family I have left."[/font]
"And what's up with your family?"[/font][/color]
"Okay so, I'm a only child and I'm pretty happy about that, since I was the one who got all the attention. Though, that wasn't as good as it sounds when I lost my parents at age fifteen, since everyone looked at me and tears weren't really staining my face. My family began to resent me, said that it was all my fault that my parents died, even if well... I didn't make the car accident happen. The whole reason I also came to Newport was becaues I needed support, I was sick of my aunts and uncles taking the modeling money that I made and saying it was to be used for all the money spent on the funeral. Yeah, my family was pretty sick and they still are, now you can tell why I cling to people who I'm not related to so much."[/font]
"Now, tell me your story."[/font][/color]
"So, it all started when I was born, since I was born to a pretty wealthy family, I was one of those babies who had everything handed to her. I had maids taking care of me most of my life, my parents were always out and about doing "stuff" I guess. I grew up without parents really being there, the only time they were ever there for me was when I was being dragged to a modeling gig. Yeah, I started really young on those beauty contests, my moms was one of those crazy moms that yelled at their kids for everything. Other then that though, I never really saw my mom or dad, either they were away on work or out, the nanny and maids always took care of me until I came into my teen years. They started neglecting me, and I became more sour towards them. Maybe the whole reason I turned sour was because I never had anyone there to tell me other wise.
This all kept going until I was the age of fifteen, my mom and dad were taking me to a dance competition, that's another talent of mine but I quit after this. It so happens that we were driving to the place and a drunk driver blew a light, and hit the passenger's side of the car. My mother was not wearing a seatbelt, and I guess you know what happened in that case. My father was trapped inside the car, and a piece of metal happened to strike him in the stomach. Me... well, I was in the backseat, I had hit my head on the top of the car and passed out, unsure of everything that had happened. My world was black for a good few minutes, until I had regained consciousness to see the destruction laid out before me. I had no idea where my mother was, there was just a hole in the windshield. Blood had dripped down from my forehead, and I called out my father's name again and again. That was all I remembered, blood on my hands, legs, face, caked in my hair and the sight of my father dying. I know, it's a pretty gruesome picture, but after that I had woken up in a hospital with a bandages around my head, arms, and legs.
Well, that's enough about the gross depressing stuff. I moved on from my mother and father's death, though since I wasn't the age of eighteen yet, I didn't inherit very much. Though, my aunt and uncle took care of me, well... they sorta blamed me for my mother and father's death. It was a abusive relationship, somehow I kept my modeling career up, though I made no money from it. My aunt and uncle took the money from which I would make, and say it was for my mother and father's death, it was what I owed for their life. But my modeling career, that's how I met my first love. Emma Nicole Lewis, she was the only one who really understood me, even after my stories about my nightmares and about my dreadful past, she stood by me. Before Emma, there was Gabrielle Cooper, who I didn't date but she was a close family friend who I only got closer to after the funeral. She was a year older then me, and I sorta just connected with her. Problem was, she lived in Hollywood in the states, so I tended to cling to my new girlfriend, Emma. We lasted for quite a while, she was really the best thing that ever happened to me, and my guard was put down around her. I just wish it would never end, until she told me she was moving to California. It hurt, being dumped for that reason, but I guess it was my fault as well. I was a bit of a bitch, and I was surprised that she had stayed with me for even that long.
So, that brings us here, I had come to Newport to try and get her back, though failed miserably. I wasn't going to stay, actually I was going to retreat back to England, into that empty house with no one around. I couldn't though, I just couldn't go back there, then again I didn't really see myself living in a hotel. By this time, I'm the age of nineteen, and I inherited my family's fortune, and I needed to get away from family anyway. So, here I am in Newport, living with a close family friend discussed before, Gabrielle Cooper. This is what I need, someone to support me. Even if my reason for coming here had been getting back a ex, maybe... I can just rebuild the friendship that I used to have with her. I just need someone, anyone to cry to. "[/font]
I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]
"So, here's the deal. My name is
soma and
I've been role playing for 9 years. Plus, I'm eighteen
years young, and I found you guys
from i don't remember. XD oh, and the secret code is Mediocre"
Seriously... go view my many rps. XD
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