Post by emily day campbell on Jan 31, 2010 17:41:36 GMT -5
EMILY DAY CAMPBELL
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full name emily day campbell
nicknames dee, emmy, emma, emme
age eighteen
grade senior
sex female
full time student or live-in? full time student
playby jessica stam
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color] canadian
heritage
height[/color] five feet six
weight[/color] 124 lbs
eyes[/color] light blue, long lashes, slightly almond shaped
hair[/color] medium length light blonde hair
dressing style[/color] preferably light coloured and made of light fabric, emily goes for the frail dressing style that so becomes her already shockingly frail self - enhancing it to absolutely irritating proportions. light tunics, flowery patterns, skirts, heels, feminine and soft curves… you name it. as long as it’s frilly, classical and female-ish, you’ll guess it’s stuck in her wardrobe somewhere. mostly, you’ll see her going about in pastel dresses or skirts, though ever so occasionally she’ll show up in - faded - jeans and the everlasting-nearly-transparent-tunics.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
[/color] clothes, shopping, feathery things, caramel sundays, chocolate, candles, shopping, the smell of lavender, perfumes, luggage, bouncy beds, shopping, boys, laughing, sunny days, fashion-in-general, boys and shopping, babies, mushy romantic novels or movies, poetry
likes
dislikes[/color] arguments, people who shout a lot, crying, rainy days, being broke, homework and school - in general, math - particularly, spelling mistakes, bullies, girls who snag boys and leave them all… ruined in the end
fears[/color] failure, being broke, that her parents find out just how much her shopping debts amount to, not being able to pursue a career in fashion, having her heart broken
goals[/color] fashion career; marrying the most perfectly perfect boy in the world - preferably someone rich, but if he isn’t it’s ok too; paying off all of her debts before getting into college; getting into college
dirty little secret[/color] do the shopping debts count…? no, seriously. she’d rather die than admit that she’s addicted to shopping and that about twenty per cent of her attention spam is diverted by it. like, making mental math for how much time it’ll take her to go to zara if she doesn’t have lunch that day during english class and stuff like that.
overall personality[/color]
goody-two-shoes - yanno the sort. the kind who everyone thinks won’t drink, won’t go out, won’t smoke, won’t have sex, won’t swear, won’t forget to brush her teeth, folds and irons her knickers into a neat pile and won’t ever, ever lie…? most of this is actually true. except she does drink, does go out, does forget to brush her teeth when it’s a life or death crisis, like that blue pashmina waiting for her in the dolce store and does lie ever so occasionally, when she needs more money… but otherwise, it’s the flaming truth. she doesn’t even swear!, except for the occasional “bother” and “crap”. which can’t even fucking be considered swearing… yes, she fails in life.
gullible - tell her you’re actually a secret agent who’s in california tending to a broken heart on account of your filthy model ex-person who left you in the dumps and that you’re the keeper of the real secret of life and death… and she’ll buy it. seriously. with people she already knows, she’ll learn to suspect. but if you’ve only spoken to her ever so often, she’ll be so stupidly open to you that she’ll candidly believe anything you say. in fact, she’s hanging on the border between trusting and plain stupid when it comes to people.
sweetheart - *see above* if you actually told her all that rubbish, not only would she believe you, but she’d instantly befriend you and make it her life task to help you. she’s nice like that. also, she can’t tolerate people being mean to others - the few times she’s ever shouted herself or become furious at someone it was because they had done it first, to someone else.
bulliable / needy - despite the fact that she defends other people, she can’t defend herself at all. she’s the frail, beauteous, incompetent sort that cries and sniffs instead of getting herself an attitude, who’ll blush and stutter and cry and sniff some more if you’re mean to her. the sort who boys who want to feel brave and manly are automatically drawn to. also, she needs constant assurance and sugar from everyone. like hugs, kisses and all that - she always seems to be touching people. too affectionate, right?, which doesn’t come off very good with some less physical blokes.
shopahollic - yeah. she spends, then spends more, then becomes broke, then begs her parents for more cash, then spends it again. then gets a job solely to raise those ten bucks missing then quits because, even if she loves her new job, she truly doesn’t need it anymore - and all those classes she’s skipped are not going to impress her parents much.
easily distracted - most thinks you tell her, she’ll forget. she’s got the attention spam of a silly butterfly, who keeps losing her things, losing other people’s things and losing herself. she forgets her schedules, she forgets essay dates, she forgets people’s birthdays - she forgets about everything except anything clothes or boys related, mostly because she ends up in such a nerve turmoil of obcessiveness that she won’t stop thinking about them. though i’ll guarantee that, if she sees a cute dog on her way to a veeeeery important date, she’ll forget all about it and stop to pet the dog, talk to its owner and tell him or her all about her life. which brings us to:
can’t-keep-a-secret, aka, she’s a flipping gossip mill. mostly, she’ll just forget it until someone brings up the topic and then forget it’s a secret and spill it all over the table for the world to see. even when she does remember it’s a secret, she’ll just be dying to tell.
boy crazy - you know the “girl meet boy and fall in love with him” plot…? in her case it’s more like “girl sees cute boy and falls in love with him for the next five minutes until a new one shows up or the mentioned boy goes away”. very easily diverted. even if she is madly in love with someone, her fluttering hormones will always convince her she’s in love with someone else in the meanwhile. meaning she’s in love with like ten boys every day though she really loves whoever-he-is. if whoever-he-is happens to show up in the middle of the hormonal pink hearts flying around routine, the hearts will vanish and suddenly the world will seem a bit clearer - and yeah, it’s tacky to say, but she’ll know it’s the “real deal”. thank god for that.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
[/color] emma campbell, 42
mom
dad[/color] jayson campbell, 45
siblings[/color] melissa campbell, 12
pets/other[/color] not really. she likes pets, but she knows she’s not half responsible enough to actually be trusted with a life. she can’t even keep her cactus alive. in fact, after what shall be forever named “the goldfish incident”, with capitals, she’s never quite recovered.
the secret life[/color]
it all started, pretty obviously, when dee was born. blonde frail canadian girl, living in a very, very cold world. she wasn’t the sort of kid who shouted and fumbled and made her parent’s life a living hell - the very opposite, actually. if it depended on her, she’d probably starve before whining a bit and demanding for attention. her whole early childhood was spend with her overzealous parents forcing food into her throat so as to keep her weight in check and prevent her from downright dying. and yes. she was always a skimpy brat, with very little fat to start with. she was never that small, but she seemed as if she might fall if you just blew at her or something and was every grown up’s pet because she was just so nice and pretty and adorable. you know the sort - the goodie-goodie who snagged away every single main role in school plays, not because she was good, but merely because teacher’s loved her. ninety-nice per cent of times, she’d forget her lines - but everyone would just laugh and be nice about it because damnit!, it was dee we were talking about here.
she was never very good at school to start with. she always had fairly decent grades in everything, except in math and sciences - in which she sucked, and very good ones in drawing and literature. literature more because teachers liked her than anything else. overall, she was the privileged little fucker who you hated when she wasn’t around because she just didn’t deserve to have everything crawl onto her lap and whom you couldn’t help loving because she was just so nice to you when she was around. in fact, she was nice to everyone, not just you.
when dee was eight, melissa was born. instantly all of her motherly instincts rose to surface and dee became a miniature mom in the household. she just ’dored her baby sister and spoiled her like hell. all those little things parents must do to educate you?, like telling you to eat all of your soup and share your toys with your sister…? nope. not melissa, the apple of everyone’s eye. she was, in fact, quite a lovable child. but as she grew, all those little pettish flaws that one has started to grow - and grew to enourmous proportions.
but back to dee. while all this was happening, dee was entering adolescence. puberty, one found, didn’t exactly agree with her. she was a walking, living, breathing hormonal mess. she cried, fumbled and crushed on people much to hard. and, while this was all happening, melissa became an honest to goodness bitch. who stomped on helpless dee every time she could. meaning the girl’s life was miserable for a long time as she wouldn’t even dream of complaining - until her not so very worried parents figured it out by themselves. and they decided dee was to be sent to her god-mother’s home in sunny california, seeing she was becoming very sickly and pale and needed good food and undivided attention from that manticore woman who was aunt julia - whom, pretty much like everyone, had a soft spot for her daughter-in-law and was thrilled to have her in her house during that summer.
long made short, dee loved it. and, even though she loved her parents very dearly, she was being taken care of. she felt loved and cushioned and all that - so she stayed. and, though aunt julia decided it was best for her to “stay in a dorm, along with all the other nice children”, every once in a while she would crash at her place.
and that’s how dee fell into this place, which she happens to love above all things. and in which, by the way, she intends to stay, live, marry the rich love of her life, have kids and die.
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
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[/color] a n n i e!!!
name/alias
age[/color] seventeen
gender[/color] female
experience[/color] tree…?
where'd you find us?[/color] the world wide web
other characters?[/color] none thus far
rp example[/color]
* - - - It was the morning of the day after Christmas - and Nora was happy. Her family, all gathered together was something that was rarely seen nowadays - what with her and Alex living at their own places now - and only entirely enjoyable for someone as homey as her. She’d gotten almost everything she wanted: her parents had been keen enough to offer her that diamond ring from Tiffany’s - undoubtedly because of her late triumphant grades; her grandparents, as usual, had only bothered to bribe her with enough money in hope that she’d forget that they hadn’t remembered or given themselves the inconvenience of buying her a proper gift - something that she dutifully did; her brother had somehow managed to find a full Wodehouse collection and neatly packaged it; whilst her sister had given her all the chocolate her sweet heart could wish for. She’d tried to be grievous and miss Saffron and Collins - but had quite forgotten them, as the excitement of seeing all her blood related ones had sunk in, drowning any unhappy thoughts she might have, for one. Like about what she hadn’t gotten. But those hardly signified, given the levels of bliss her little self had reached the previous day.
* - - - The Beatles’ song Love Me Do sounded on the third floor of the building the girl lived in, as Nora’s cheerful voice raised up to the ceiling, her merry chant reaching nearly stupefying volume - and often out of tune - levels as she happily dusted the living room of the apartment she shared with Saffron, half dancing half walking in snowman PJ’s through the place. The duster was a feathery pink thing - something one wouldn’t be surprised to picture in such a feminine environment as Saffron and her had envisioned for themselves, each adding their oh-so-different tastes to the frilly whereabouts they both called their “home”.
* - - - Saffron had gone out on some errand - that Nora suspected it had all to do with her evil nemesis and rival, aka Kris - and had left her all alone, to do whatever she pleased. She’d considered doing the most stupid things - from picking her chocolate, her books and stuffing herself into bed, the gigantic bathtub or just the living room couch; to watching a Rudolph the Reindeer marathon, drinking fizzy drinks until she was fairly wasted; to calling every single friend of hers wishing them a belated Merry Christmas - only to discard all of those options and do the first thing that crossed her path when she’d reached the kitchen half an hour before - namely the forsaken duster - and dusting every single inch of… well, dust that co-existed with them in the house. This, of course was more of a foolish and happy distraction than any work whatsoever, given the fact that Nora’s cleaning skills were null and that all she gave was a lick and a promise. Which she did in a very joyous condition, mind you.
* - - - She was happily tending to the books on the bookshelf when suddenly the door bell rang. Nora’s eyes fairly shined with content when she heard the blessed noise, foreseeing the arrival of Saffron. Or maybe Gabriel. Or even Collins. Whoever it was, she rushed to the door - her cheeks fairly pink with delight and her hair fairly… as messily uncombed as possible - to welcome the visitor. And it was so that she opened the door, greeting the person outside with a warm smile - only to see all traces of it suddenly vanishing as the girl understood who exactly it was that was standing there. Why, it was the evil nemesis!, out of all people. And her face fell, to a point where nothing but defensive and antagonizing awkwardness emanated from her as she stood by the door frame. “What are you doing here?!” she asked accusingly, the red tinge on her cheeks becoming slightly more pronounced as shebbecame fully conscious that she was receiving the guy she was pretty sure she’d been in love with for the past decade… in her pajamas. With bedhead and a pink duster on her hand. Oh the agony of it. Not that it mattered, of course. She hated him now. Right…?
NOTES && and we're off. btw, gabriel's the fiancée.
WORD COUNT && something on the seven hundred area.
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