Post by diana on Nov 22, 2007 21:48:17 GMT -5
Hello! My name is { .Diana [Di or Didi]. ![/b] she asked as she closed the door behind her. She walked around, hearing shouts like 'mommy's home! mommy's home!'. The source of the noise came from her two year old daughter, Blake. Her blond hair and blue eyes reminded her of Teddy, she didn't know why; well, the eyes she could understand, but the hair was just random. Jaclyn bent down and picked up her little girl, who was giggling and smiling with pure joy. She kissed the girl's chubby cheek and smiled back at her daughter, the small infant always having that affect on her. Blake looked at her mommy and kissed her nose, like what her mom did to her before she went to bed, "Hi mommy!" she said in her young, two year old voice, "Hey Baby, did you have fun with grandma?" she asked and smiled. Blake nodded and turned her head towards the older woman who was walking towards them, "I am so sorry mom, we have this replacement manager and she made me stay late." Jaclyn said, lookign at her mother with worry, "It's okay Jaclyn, but I do need to go right away. I'll see you tomorrow." she said and gave her daughter a kiss on a cheek before saying good bye to her grand daughter and kissing her cheek as well.
I am { .Fifteen years old.
I have been roleplaying for { .Three years. , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample:
The young mother looked at her daughter and smiled sweetly, "You want to watch some 'tree house?'" Jaclyn asked her duaghter, reffuring to the TV Channel. Blake nodded and clapped her hands, loving the idea of watching her favourite shows. Jaclyn placed her daughter on the couch and turned on teh TV to the channel before she looekd at her, "Mommy's just going to go get changed. Then I'll come and watch tree house with you, okay?" Jaclyn explained and smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead before she ran upstairs so she could get changed into a pair of regular clothes. Once Blake saw that her mom wasn't around anymore, she got off the couch and walked over to Teddy's guitar, which was in the corner of the living room. He had left it there when he was practising and tuning it; Blake grabbed it and it toppled over, thank goodness it was in the case. She opened the guitar case and looked at her father's favourite object in this house. She started plucking the strings and giggling as she did so, loving the way it sounded when daddy plucked and played with it.
Jaclyn had ifnished getting changed into a white tank top and pajama bottoms before she walked downstairs and heard guitar plucking. She turned the corner and saw Blake playing with Teddy's favourite guitar, "Blake Julie Winborne! What are you doing with you father's guitar?" she asked and walked over to her daughter, who was now looking at her with wide eyes full of fear. Jaclyn picked Blake up and looked at her, "You know better than to play with daddy's guitar." she explained. Blake pouted and looked at her mommy, "You can play with one of mommy's guitars." she stated and smiled. Blake shook her head, "I want Daddy guitar!" she stated and pointed towards the guitar on the floor. Jaclyn shook her head, "No Blake." Jaclyn explained. Tears started to well up in the little girls eyes when her mommy said no to playing with Daddy's guitar, "But I want to." Blake pouted and let a few sobs escape.
Jaclyn kissed her daughter's nose and wiped her tears, "No crying or else you won't get any ice cream." Oh yes, Jaclyn was a quick thinker. Blake's eyes glistened as her frown turned to a smile, "Ice cream!" Blake shouted and clapped her hands. Jaclyn set Blake in a seat and got her some chocolate ice cream, handing her the bowl and a sthingy before Blake dove into it. Just like every other two year old, she got more on her, than in her. Jaclyn giggled as the sight of her daughter as she finished and raised her hands up, "All gone!" she exclaimed. Jaclyn shook her head and laughed, "Look at you, messy girl." she stated and started wiping the little girl's face and hands with a wet cloth, "Okay missy, bed time." the mother said to her daughter as she picked the little girl on and carried her upstairs. Jaclyn changed her little girl out of her little pink dress and into a set of 'whinnie the pooh' pajamas and play her in her bed, "Goodnight little girl..." she whispered and kissed her little girl's nose before tucking her in and walking out of the room.
Jaclyn sighed softly and walked downstairs, seeing the guitar still opened. She placed it into the guitar case and closed it before setting it up and waiting for Teddy to get home.[/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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{ .desiree davenport.
Name: Desiree October Davenport
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heteorsexual [Straight]
Social Standing: Collage Sophomore
Physical Appearance:
Standing at 5'7" and weighing in at about 119 pounds, Desiree is a pretty sexy thing. Her long, red, wavy hair falls past her chest and almost to her mid back, good thing it is always done up right. Her face is heart-shaped and baby faced, inhareting that from her father, actually getting lots of her looks form her father's side. Her eyes are a deep emerald green that can seem to look into your soul or peirce you like ice daggers if she isn't too fond of you. Her nose she got from her mother, whom she hates quite a bit, its a cute shape and is a perfect blanace to her face shape and proportion. Her chin is triangular and her jaw is deep, making her chin a very, very nice shape thaty goes well with the rest of her face.
Her torso is curvy, making her breasts and hips a bit on the big side, not that she's complaining, at all; she also inherited this from her mother. Her skin in a very nice, even pale colour, making the boys want to see more of her. Her neck is long and slender, usually having a little gold or silver necklace around it, leading boys eyes to the real prize. Desiree's waist is very thin and her stomach back some abs, making it easy for her to play basketball, volley ball or any other type of sport that involves contact. Her shoulders are slender and slope down very nicley, leading to her feminine, yet muscular, arms.
Desiree's hips are a bit on the big side, which makes her tushy a bit on the big side as well, but not too big that it makes it gross, just big enough for her to look absolutley irresistable. Her legs are long and slender, also having the even tanned skin that makes the guys scream for more. Right above her butt, is a tattoo, a heart with her sister's name and the year she died. Her feet are a general size eight and are usually covered by a pair of converse, boots or highheels. Her style is deffinatly tomboy chick,; owning mostly vintage clothing, jean jackets and ripped jeans. Although, she has a few scene clothes and a couple of preppy shirts. Her make up in the usual; eyeliner, smokey eye eyeshadow, mascara and some lip gloss to make her, already kissable, lips a bit bigger.
Personality:
If you take a first look at this young lady, you would guess that he was a bad ass girl with a huge personality, and you would be mostly correct. Ever since she had moved to seattle, she had been nicer to people and has been talking a bit more. However, on the other side is a quite girl that hardley has anything to say, if you take a first look at her. Once you get to know Desiree, she is laid back and loves to talk about anyting that has to do with anything, although fashion and boys is her favourite topic. She is also as loyal as a dog, staying by her boy and doing anything to make him and her friends happy.
Another thing about Desiree, is that she is very blunt and straight forward, if you are pissing her off, she'll tell you to fuck off and not feel sorry about it. She is not shy and loves to attract an audience, whether it's public speaking or modeling in front of million on live television. She has no problem with telling you how she's feeling and is very open with people, telling them anything to make them feel better. Desiree is a party animal, she will get on top of a table and start dancing. She is also a goof ball.
If you get on her nerves, however, she is not as talkative and not as laid back, she won't talk to you at all and she'll get all tense around you. She'll tell you to piss off if you do piss her off, she is not afraid of hurting your feelings if you are getting on her nerves, unless you are one of her friends. She has no sympathy for people who treat other people badly just because of their looks or what they do for hobbies. She will take you down and give you a lesson or two about respect, hoping that it will get through you thick head.
Desiree is very self concious about verious parts of her body; let's start from the top. Harley absolutley hates her nose, she wished that it was smaller and wasn't as 'bulb-like' as she would say. Lucky her, she inhareted it from her mother. She also hates her neck, it's too broad and too short for her liking, so she tries to hide it with plenty of necklaces. Desiree hates her body, she wishes that she could be like other girl's in the school, flat stomached and a bit more flat chested. She is curvy and has a bit of a big chest, this irritates her. The nineteen year old loves her legs, there are long and sexy, not to mention toned.
History:
Screams could be heard the St. Allen's hospital as Carol Davenport squeezed on her husbands hand. The doctor telling her to push as hard as she can, moments later, telling her that he could see a head. Martin Davenport smiled at his wife as the pain in his hand was clouded by the giddiness he was getting. Apparently they were going to give birth to their first baby girl, Martin's pride an joy. After a few more screams and pushes, high pitched whailing of a baby could be heard. Carol smiles and leans back in the best, tired and bursting with happiness; Martin watched as the nurse hands the baby to her mother. Desiree October Davenport was born, 7 pounds, 3 ounces and a healthy 57 centemeters.
At a young age, Desiree was into horses. Her grandparents owned a ranch and whenever Desiree went, she would only want to see the horses. This time was about the time that she also started to get into fashion. She love it and designed it, badly but still for a five year old it was good, but she would use her art to make fashion. Whenever there was company over ,she would dress up in her pink, frilly dress, and put on a fashion show, saying she design the dress. Although, her room, at the time, was covered in horse things; plushies, posters, books, trinkets just everything. Desiree absolutely loved them.
By the time Desiree was eight, she had been entered into rodeos all over the province. Of course they were pee-wee events, but it was still something for her to do before she could actually compete. She was rather good ,scoring in the top of all of her competitions, not always first but somewhere around the top five. The reason her grandparents suspect her talent was because she was so passionate about it. She loved to ride horses, her life revolved around it, other than her fashion and school work.
Now, since he parents were quite rich, Desiree got to buy her own horse. She looked for ages, not finding one that she found intrest in, they were either too small, too shy, too boring. Until, one day, she saw him, her dream horse. He was out in the feild, jumping around and bucking, playing around and whinnying. Desiree ran to the feild, walked up to the buckskin and watched as he walked up to her. He sniffed her hand and stayed close to her; she started walking, he followed. She knew that this was the horse she wanted, and guess what, she got him. She named him Nosedive, seeing as it just suited his personality so well. He was hard to break, seeing as Desiree was twelve and a trainer had to teacher her how.
Once Desiree turned fifteen, she started to move a bit away form horses. She got boyfriends, a big social circle and that meant parties, lots of parties. Oh, and drinks. This is where the fun comes in. the girl absolutely loved to drink, she loved it so much that she would drink whenever she could. She even came to school drunk. That was the last straw, she was immediatly sent to rehab and away from horses for three months. Desiree nearly died, not being able to see her poor baby Nosedive, not being able to ride him. Once the treatment was over, she vowed to never drink again and has been clean and sober since. Even though every once in a blue moon she'll have a sip of wine or something.
Now the girl is going to collage living life to the best of it, she is studying fashion design and is great at it. Also she is growing very much, and is becoming a better person. Even though she's got a lot ahead of her.
Family Details:
Martin Davenport » Dad [Lawyer]
Carol Davenport » Mom [Electrical Engineer]
Ryley Davenport » Older Brother [Collage Senior]
Nikolas Davenport » Older Brother [High School Drop Out]
Other: If y'all need any staff I'm you girl
Also my spell check isn't working, sorry if words are spelled wrong
For my application to be approved, I know that: { .living is easy with eyes closed.