Post by charlotte amelia lamont on Aug 30, 2011 22:49:58 GMT -5
charlotte amelia lamont
character basics
FULL NAME , charlotte amelia lamont
NICKNAMES , char, charlie
AGE , nineteen
BIRTHDAY , april fifteenth
SEXUALITY , straight
SCHOOL , college
GRADE , sophomore
OCCUPATION , part time job waitressing
MEMBER GROUP , university
hello, my name is JESSIE. i am SIXTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through ADMIN, BITCH. so, here's an example of my average post:
A couple of weeks ago, Aubrey had made sure that her two friends-Victoria and Madison-were free for a full day of shopping, and today was the day. She needed a day with her gal pals, that much was certain. They had made plans to meet at Winchester Heights around one, leaving Aubrey to get her beauty sleep after her long night. After all, being a fashion photographer meant that she spent her nights taking pictures for magazines and runway shows. It was her passion; Aubrey loved her job, and there was no way that that simple fact would ever change. Well...there was a way, but she forbid her mind to think that far into the future. What was happening in her personal life was something that she really didn't want to think about. Biting her lip, she kept herself in bed for a couple more minutes, not truly wanting to get up and start her day. Yeah, she got to see her friends, but she had a photoshoot later today that she really didn't want to do-even if she liked her job, everyone had their off days-and, well, other stuff. It was too late to go back on her plans, though. Aubrey never cancelled her plans. Cancelling her plans sucked, and always made the other person or people get pissed and hate each other.
At this point in time, all the brunette had to do was go out with her very caring friends to purchase many outfits that would show off her slim figure. She got off her bed and glanced in her closet. She didn’t want to dress overnice, but at the same time, she didn’t want to dress like she was from the middle class. It had been awhile since her and some of her friends had done something together; her last memory of the two of them was when they had surprised each other with ice cream after Aubrey's last tennis match. After that, the only time she had seen him was at school or when she went to some parties in town. There was no ‘friend and me’ time. Everything had gotten so busy that all she really did was call them up. That wasn’t what they had done in the past. So she was excited when they had decided to shop together. Girls loved shopping, Aubrey was no exception, and now she was able to shop with her best friends...or so she thought.
Finally picking an outfit, she fixed her hair and makeup before grabbing her purse and heading to the car where her brand new car was. One of her few neighbors, Arthur waved at her and for a few minutes, she found herself in a conversation. He had pretty much been one of her her only stable figures in life besides her brothers and father, and yet Arthur was always ready to pick her up when she was drunk or had to take care of one of her friends when they were drunk. It had always been like that, and she wondered if he knew just how grateful she was for his help. They had small talk before Aubrey started on the way to Winchester Heights- he asking how job was, she asking how his family was-and Aubrey was glad she had some normality. Normality was something that she craved; if only her life could be normal. Her phone rang just as she got in her car car and she quickly said goodbye before answering her phone. It was one of her friends and quickly, her smile turned into a small frown. ”What do you mean you can't come? We've been planning-” she said into the phone before getting cut of and not noticing a familiar figure coming over to her. ”Look, Victoria, I have to call you back.” and with that, Aubrey ended the conversation. So now she was stuck here, with her debit card, and no friends. Victoria, of course, had to call and cancel her plans once again; it was hard to make your friends reliable. Her eyes scanned the area around her, hoping for someone familiar, but once again, she was let down. Whatever, something good would happen to the brunette.
At this point in time, all the brunette had to do was go out with her very caring friends to purchase many outfits that would show off her slim figure. She got off her bed and glanced in her closet. She didn’t want to dress overnice, but at the same time, she didn’t want to dress like she was from the middle class. It had been awhile since her and some of her friends had done something together; her last memory of the two of them was when they had surprised each other with ice cream after Aubrey's last tennis match. After that, the only time she had seen him was at school or when she went to some parties in town. There was no ‘friend and me’ time. Everything had gotten so busy that all she really did was call them up. That wasn’t what they had done in the past. So she was excited when they had decided to shop together. Girls loved shopping, Aubrey was no exception, and now she was able to shop with her best friends...or so she thought.
Finally picking an outfit, she fixed her hair and makeup before grabbing her purse and heading to the car where her brand new car was. One of her few neighbors, Arthur waved at her and for a few minutes, she found herself in a conversation. He had pretty much been one of her her only stable figures in life besides her brothers and father, and yet Arthur was always ready to pick her up when she was drunk or had to take care of one of her friends when they were drunk. It had always been like that, and she wondered if he knew just how grateful she was for his help. They had small talk before Aubrey started on the way to Winchester Heights- he asking how job was, she asking how his family was-and Aubrey was glad she had some normality. Normality was something that she craved; if only her life could be normal. Her phone rang just as she got in her car car and she quickly said goodbye before answering her phone. It was one of her friends and quickly, her smile turned into a small frown. ”What do you mean you can't come? We've been planning-” she said into the phone before getting cut of and not noticing a familiar figure coming over to her. ”Look, Victoria, I have to call you back.” and with that, Aubrey ended the conversation. So now she was stuck here, with her debit card, and no friends. Victoria, of course, had to call and cancel her plans once again; it was hard to make your friends reliable. Her eyes scanned the area around her, hoping for someone familiar, but once again, she was let down. Whatever, something good would happen to the brunette.
