Post by abigale charis williams on Jan 27, 2010 21:57:51 GMT -5
ABIGALE CHARIS WILLIAMS
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full name abigale charis williams
nicknames abby, to the familiar friends.
age sixteen.
grade junior.
sex female.
full time student or live-in? live-in.
playby amanda seyfried
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color] american.
heritage
height[/color] 5'9.
weight[/color] 125.
eyes[/color] a unique blue shot through with a slight tinge green, abigale's eyes seem more to express more confusion than they should, considering the unexpected turn her love life has taken lately. normally surrounded in a layer of makeup, abigale's eyes tend to stand out among her features as the most truly distinguishing.
hair[/color] abigale's long blonde waves are surprisingly completely natural; but it cannot be said that she takes wonderful care of it. among the split ends, however, abigale's hair seems to be winning the battle to stay as soft as it can--at least, until she begins to care about her appearance once again.
dressing style[/color] casual and classy, abigale's wardrobe is filled with comfortable pairs of jeans, classic blouses and flowing dresses. siding with solid colours and opting to wear clothing that has never been out of fashion. abigale is no trend setter, she prefers to blend in quietly with the rest of the crowd, letting the others do the work.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
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likes
rum and coke, good books, laughing, weed?, gossip, boys, dogs, history class, her eyes, alone time, pyjamas, popcorn, movies.
dislikes[/color]
her mother, feeling heartbroken, confusion & indecisiveness, awkward situations, being too active, dancing, settling down, people who are simply too happy, secrets.
fears[/color]
falling in love again, feeling more alone than before, feeling trapped, death.
goals[/color]
forgetting about the ex and moving on; if all goes well, with that good looking guy, bartlett.
dirty little secret[/color]
at fourteen, abigale was caught snorting crushed up prescription drugs by her parents. after a year of living in a rehab centre, abigale was deemed cured. too bad she's once again craving some drugs that will find her a better high.
overall personality[/color]
abigale likes to sit back and let the other kids do the work for her. she finds that life is so much easier when someone else feeds her the ideas and she can expand them minimally. she prefers to coast along, only involving herself in things that truly interest her, whether it be love life or schoolwork. abigale figures that life is so much easier when one goes with the flow, and it's exactly what she's been doing for her whole life; not quite out of laziness, but more because she can blame her life on fate.
it seems that abigale only wants to take the easy path, the shortcut; and she's willing to make almost any sacrifice to let that happen. abigale is so engrossed in herself and her own problems that she doesn't seem to be very aware of the love triangle that has been formed more than a year ago. with her head high up in the clouds, it's a wonder that abigale hasn't completely lost herself yet, but it's only a matter of time before she does. it won't be too long before abigale's world is rocked and she has to begin to take the reins on her own life. in the meantime, however, she'll stay lost in the confines of her own mind.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
[/color] gillian williams, 42.
mom
dad[/color] john williams, 46.
siblings[/color] daniel williams, 19.
pets[/color] fat cat & morris, the cats. einstein, the yellow lab.
the secret life[/color]
abigale has never had anything to complain about, considering her upper-middle class upbringing. the family had the average sized house in the suburbs, the two cars parked in the slightly messy garage, the two kids and the dog, complete the green grass lawn and the sprinkler that kept it from yellowing. it was always perfect, and it would likely stay like that.
but perfection has always had its limits. john and gillian, forced into marriage by their highly conservative parents not long after daniel was conceived, were never truly in love. still amiable to one another, abigale knew that there was something missing in her seemingly perfect life, and as a result, strove to fill the gap in her family life. at thirteen, abigale decided that falling in love herself would be the perfect solution. known to rush into relationships way too quickly, not once being able to grasp the true concept of love. as a result, abigale was taken advantage of more than once by her fellow male classmates; known as easy and loose. not that abigale minded--she believed she was along for the ride, that this was just fate.
just when abigale was convinced that love didn't actually exist, she met a boy. falsely believing that she was experiencing true love (when it was probably just hormones), after a relationship lasting the grand total of three months, abigale's breakup caused her to be convinced that she was experiencing the worst case of heartbreak in the history of the earth. it was then that the emotional teenager began to crush her mother's heartburn pills and her father's iron vitamins; mixing them together and getting high with her middle-school clique. not long after, abigale was caught snorting these pills by her parents, subsequently sent to a rehab centre. once deemed healed, it was recommended that the teenager was sent to the boarding school, concord, far away from the pill crushing girls of her hometown middle-school.
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
[/font][/color]THE END[/center]
[/color] cammie
name/alias
age[/color] seventeen.
gender[/color] female.
experience[/color] a few months?
where'd you find us?[/color] CAUTION!
other charcters?[/color] none.
rp example[/color]
The unspoken rule for high school was that school-sponsored functions were always boring. If attendees wanted to have fun, the after-parties were always at least ten times better. At Westwood Manor, this rule was also quite applicable. But at least at Westwood, drama was always likely to ensue at the function and at the after parties. This made both worth attending, especially for people like Bridgette, who survived on gossip and scandals--and particularly enjoyed participating in them.
Bridgette wore a Hollywood style BCBG Max Azria white tiered gown. It was empire waisted, highlighting her curves with the use of a black sash; exposing a good portion of her back, hopefully attracting boys like bees to honey. Bridgette hoped that her black mask, bordered by white frills would hide her identity as she caused little bits of mischief around the room. Bridgette's hair, now past shoulder length, waved its way a little ways down her back, serving to emphasize just how much of her flesh was being exposed. Bri hoped to cause a little bit of a riot with her appearance, but this early in the evening, only the couples were attending. Bri hoped that later in the night, something someone would do would make some gossip worthy news.
Masked balls always helped to speed up the action, which was why Bridgette was currently pretending to fiddle with her mask in a corner of the ballroom where the punch bowl lay unobserved and unattended. It was at that precise moment that Bridgette took a flask of rum from her cleavage and unceremoniously tipped it into the punch bowl. Whoops, did she just spike the punch? Tucking the flask, still a quarter of the way full, back into the folds of her dress, the young woman smiled to herself and hurried away. Given an hour tops, things would get a little more interesting; especially if people liked the rum.
Now that that little bit of mischief was over with, Bridgette made her way over to the tables surrounding the dance floor. It was time to feast on her actions. Provided that no one had seen her, and that no one had recognized her, Bridgette figured that she was safe. Even if someone had, Bridgette had a few tricks up her sleeve in order to keep them quiet. Especially if their identity was male.
But first, Bridgette planned to have some fun. Watching couples dancing--a flurry of colours and mistaken identities--a smile crept on her face as she watched a blonde girl in a marvellous teal couture dress being kissed passionately by a well-groomed brown haired boy, only for the couple to realize that they were not kissing the right partner. Both quickly broke apart, what could be seen of their faces embarassed, and they quickly disappeared into the crowd. This was Bri's domain, and Bri was well prepared to be unable to remember this night. Stealing boyfriends was on the agenda, as was ridding herself of this dress. But first, Bridgette was happy to watch the swirling colours and the stumbling figures of people who had come to the ball slightly tipsy, as well as those who were enjoying the new mixture added to the punch.
Yes, tonight would be a fun night, Bridgette decided, lounging back on her chair. Until she was surprised by a tap on her shoulder. So much for peace, Bridgette decided, rising to meet her caller, turning around to see if she could guess their identity behind the mask.
Bridgette wore a Hollywood style BCBG Max Azria white tiered gown. It was empire waisted, highlighting her curves with the use of a black sash; exposing a good portion of her back, hopefully attracting boys like bees to honey. Bridgette hoped that her black mask, bordered by white frills would hide her identity as she caused little bits of mischief around the room. Bridgette's hair, now past shoulder length, waved its way a little ways down her back, serving to emphasize just how much of her flesh was being exposed. Bri hoped to cause a little bit of a riot with her appearance, but this early in the evening, only the couples were attending. Bri hoped that later in the night, something someone would do would make some gossip worthy news.
Masked balls always helped to speed up the action, which was why Bridgette was currently pretending to fiddle with her mask in a corner of the ballroom where the punch bowl lay unobserved and unattended. It was at that precise moment that Bridgette took a flask of rum from her cleavage and unceremoniously tipped it into the punch bowl. Whoops, did she just spike the punch? Tucking the flask, still a quarter of the way full, back into the folds of her dress, the young woman smiled to herself and hurried away. Given an hour tops, things would get a little more interesting; especially if people liked the rum.
Now that that little bit of mischief was over with, Bridgette made her way over to the tables surrounding the dance floor. It was time to feast on her actions. Provided that no one had seen her, and that no one had recognized her, Bridgette figured that she was safe. Even if someone had, Bridgette had a few tricks up her sleeve in order to keep them quiet. Especially if their identity was male.
But first, Bridgette planned to have some fun. Watching couples dancing--a flurry of colours and mistaken identities--a smile crept on her face as she watched a blonde girl in a marvellous teal couture dress being kissed passionately by a well-groomed brown haired boy, only for the couple to realize that they were not kissing the right partner. Both quickly broke apart, what could be seen of their faces embarassed, and they quickly disappeared into the crowd. This was Bri's domain, and Bri was well prepared to be unable to remember this night. Stealing boyfriends was on the agenda, as was ridding herself of this dress. But first, Bridgette was happy to watch the swirling colours and the stumbling figures of people who had come to the ball slightly tipsy, as well as those who were enjoying the new mixture added to the punch.
Yes, tonight would be a fun night, Bridgette decided, lounging back on her chair. Until she was surprised by a tap on her shoulder. So much for peace, Bridgette decided, rising to meet her caller, turning around to see if she could guess their identity behind the mask.
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