Post by annabel clarisse murphy on Jan 21, 2010 20:34:27 GMT -5
ANNABEL CLARISSE MURPHY
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full name Annabel Clarisse Murphy
nicknames Anna, Claire, Belle, Anna Bear, Little Miss Annabel
age sixteen.
grade sophomore.
sex female.
full time student or live-in? live-in.
playby Ashley Greene
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color] French
heritage
height[/color] 5”1’
weight[/color] 104 pounds
eyes[/color] Anna’s eyes are always showing her feelings, and she can’t mask them well. Her eyes are a slate gray, and they lighten or darken depending on the weather and her mood. The irises are outlined in a darker gray, with almost sparkle-like flicks and specks intermixed. They’re surrounded by thick lashes, and are a general shape, but slightly thinner than the normal eye. This flaw isn’t distracting be any means, and it isn’t even really a flaw. It fits her other features to perfection.
hair[/color] Anna’s hair is currently longer. She’s tried out shorter hair and really loved it, but decided to grow it out. It’s dark in color, a rich deep chocolate brown, and all natural. The soft curls cascade down her back, to about the middle of her shoulder blades. She often straightens it, especially when she wears it up. She had bangs that surround her face.
dressing style[/color] Anna has always loved to look her best. Maybe it stems from her mothers’ taste and what she wanted Anna to dress like, or just her interest in style and clothing. She dresses with the trends, with her own little twist. She loves keys and the Eiffel Tower on necklaces, and adores anchors at the moment. She wears lots of dresses, tunics, skinny jeans and leggings, often paired with heels. Anna normally sticks with designer and more expensive brands, but doesn’t look down on those who don’t. She loved knit hats, scarves, North Face fleeces, sweaters and Uggs back in New York – but this is Santa Monica, so her style has changed slightly. It’s more dresses and skirts paired with a fashionable tee or blouse. She loves her look.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
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Sensitive; Annabel is simply sensitive. She takes comments to heart, and often believes what she is told, good or bad. It comes with the moodiness as her sensitivity is often the cause of the mood change. She cries easily, but still tries to be strong.
Bubbly; Anna is almost always in a good mood, and happy to see you. She’s energetic, and gets your spirits up. She’ll normally greet you with a grin and a tight hug. Her eyes light up in excitement often, and she’s just a happy girl. Well, most of the time that is.
Fun; Anna tends to keep a fun and entertaining presence around her. She always loves to try new things to keep the party going, and will often give up suggestions for a good time.
Caring; Anna is one of those people who can’t help but want to do what they can for someone else. Make the other person feel better, make the rest of the world happy. She helps people out of tough situations and normally always gives good advice.
Argumentative; Anna will argue a point to no end. She loves drama, to an extent, and often wants to argue with someone because she’s bored. Even if she doesn’t really believe what she’s arguing about, she’ll be defiant and continue on just so she can win.
Bitchy; On those off days, Anna can be a complete bitch. Even on the good days, really. It’s not something that she hates about herself, and it’s another one of those things that doesn’t show its head very often. She insults directly, even if she says that she’s kidding, it will normally hurt anyways.
Manipulative; Anna loves to get her way. Who doesn’t, really? But it’s a talent of hers. She can get almost anyone to do anything and everything for her with the proper smile and wording choice.
Slow; Sometimes Anna doesn’t process things as quickly as others. She can be confused at times; in the middle of a conversation she won’t get something and won’t hesitate to ask for clarification.
Hidden Intelligence; Anna may seem like an idiot due to her being slower and confused on occasion, but she really is smart. She gets good grades, and working her way out of situations always requires good planning. Proper insults and comebacks take thought too, so she obviously isn’t an idiot.
Sarcastic; Anna likes to be sarcastic. It isn’t really too common for her, but it happens. The comments are normally driven from some remark someone makes or just because she wants to.
Committed; Anna loves being in a relationship, as odd as it seems. She likes the idea of belonging to someone, belonging someplace, and once she’s there she won’t cheat. She may flirt, but that’s just who she is.
Flirty; Anna’s always liked boys a lot. A lot, a lot. More than she should, probably. She always flirts with them, seeing how they react to her and just being playful. It’s a part of her, and it’s probably not going away anytime soon.
Secret Keeper; If you tell Anna your secrets, which you undoubtedly will, she won’t tell anyone. She may take a few actions into her own hands, or push you in the right direction and tell you what you need to do to get out of whatever mess, but she won’t tell anyone you don’t want her to.
Confident; Anna knows how she looks. She’s definitely not ugly, and not just pretty either. She’s had people tell her how beautiful she is, being a model for most of her lifetime. She’ll play off of her looks, and she knows how to accentuate her prize winning features and how to mask those she doesn’t like too much. Even on her bad days when she feels as if she’s the worst person in the world, she’s still confident in her looks.
Dirty Minded; Anna’s mind is in the gutter, simple as that. No description necessary.
Independent; Anna has practically raised herself, and had made her own decisions. She liked it that way. She doesn’t like depending on people for things, but will if she must.
Prideful; This goes along with the independence. She doesn’t like accepting help, as she often feels like it’s a sign of weakness. She can do it herself. Unless she gets stuck and wants help, of course.
Sense of Humor; Anna loves to laugh, and she’ll laugh at a lot of things. She’s pretty carefree and light, and often makes people laugh. She loves it.
Backbone; Anna will stick up for herself and others. She doesn’t like people bullying others, and will normally get in the way of that. She’ll back her friends up in an argument.
Procrastinator; Anna likes having things done, yes. But she can never seem to get started early. She hates this trait of hers, but oh well. She’s learned to live with it.
Paranoid; She assumes this is because of what had happened, but she's always worrying about someone slipping her some drugs in her food or in a drink, and she just thinks of the most wild of possibilities. Anna is easily put on edge, and it isn't something that she likes about herself. Davis showing up here in Santa Monica definitely isn’t helping matters, and she’s finding herself looking out for herself more then she previously was.
Outgoing; Anna’s always been out there, loving for the world to see her. Well, her minus her secrets. She’ll go up to people on the streets and make conversation with them, but it’s just a normal thing for her.
Persistent; When Anna has something in her line of sight that she wants, she’s determined to get it. No matter what. So, get used to it. Be prepared to be manipulated and annoyed till giving in.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
[/color] Madeleina Vallerie Chevalier-Murphy, 34
mom
dad[/color] Elliot James Murphy, 39
siblings[/color] None,
pets/other[/color] No pets.
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the parents’ tale;
Elliot Murphy, at the age of twenty three, visited France for a vacation with a few close friends. It was a “Bachelor Party” made into a last vacation before family life. Madeleina, fresh faced and eager to face the world on her own at the age of eighteen had grown up there – it was home. The two met in a local bar, and went back to her apartment. He ended up taking her back to America with him, before either even knew that Anna had been conceived. The pair were in love – and there was no doubting that fact. Elliot was laying down the plans for his own law firm, having just a few months until graduating law school early. Madeleina always had her hand at fashion and started her own line when they first arrived back in New York. Then, she learned that she was pregnant. Elliot, being the honest man he is, asked her to marry him and the rest was history. Well, except for the point where they were planning on aborting the pregnancy – but Madeleina backed out last minute, not wanting it to get out into their new place in society and affect their reputation. So, on January 7th, 1994, Annabel Clarisse Murphy was born, whether Elliot and Madeleina were ready and wanting or no.
the early years;
Annabel was taken care of by a nanny most of the time – and she was nice enough. But a nanny couldn’t provide the kind of love that Anna desired as a young girl. She hardly saw Elliot and Madeleina, but their marriage was still going strong. Anna was told whenever she asked where the pair were that they were “busy working” and “would see her later”. She accepted it, not knowing what else she could do. Her five year old brain couldn’t comprehend the idea that her biological parents weren’t large fixtures in her life. Her nanny was enough for her, but when that’s all you’ve known for your entire life, wouldn’t you believe it was too? Anna was always falling and tripping, and had many scars in proof of the incidents. She often played alone in her large room, or one of her mother’s friend’s daughters and their nanny came over to keep her company. Anna was given all that she wanted, even things she didn’t. It came with the wealth and high society of her family name. The Murphy’s. One of the best lawyers in the country, matched with the famous designer of the LeBlanc name, and the most adorable and well-mannered young girl the city had seen in years. The perfect picture, and that’s all they were. Anna only saw her parents for the parties and the family portraits. The public life. Her mother started putting her into fashion shoots, now becoming mom-ager extraordinaire. It’s what Anna grew up with, private schools, model shoots, and high fashion in a fast paced city.
before Mr. Davis;
At the age of ten, Anna’s nanny wasn’t needed anymore so she was, much to Anna’s dismay and protesting, then let go. “She wasn’t a necessity when you can stay home by yourself,” her mother had explained, sounding very flippant, short, and slightly annoyed. “Plus, you’ll be so busy with shoots and fittings, your friends, and school you won’t even notice her missing!” Not notice? Anna found it doubtful, but knew that arguing was no use. And she did miss her nanny much. Her nanny had always helped her with her homework, and friend issues, and if she needed someone to talk to about the life of a young model. Her dreams, deep thoughts, all of her desires were now unheard. But, Anna being her, got over it. Her mother wouldn’t listen to her, she knew. Anna wasn’t close enough with any friends, even if she was considered the ‘most popular’. Not that it mattered to Anna – all it was were bonfires, stupid jokes, cocky boys who were just starting to make those dirty references and bitchy girls that were always down each others’ throats. So, Anna grew up. She dealt with these friends of hers, got all A’s, was the perfect student. She kept modeling vigorously, and at thirteen she started walking the catwalk for the junior’s line of some big brand. Her mother kept her in the modeling business, setting her up for shoots and commercials. That was all her mother did, though, and she still never saw Elliot. He was always either in his home office working, out with clients, at the office, or out of town.
When Anna reached fourteen, the summer before she started high school, things changed for her. She was sick of her classmates’ immature antics, so she set out for new friends. She became closer with other models in the area, majority of them older then she, and they all turned to be tighter then Anna could believe. She was now in an entertaining group of “Populars”, all of them rich and gorgeous, outgoing and ready for a good time. She entered the parties flawlessly, and fit right it with the scene. The drinking made her feel alive and like she fit it, and all of her friends were doing it, so she felt it was right. And it was, really. She fit in there – she was older and more mature then her classmates as is, so it just made sense for her to do these kinds of things before any of them. Therefore, practically every night of the summer she spent in a club, obviously snuck by without ID, or in someone’s house drinking away her troubles. She was taken with open arms; grinding up against guys like the pros, taking back shots like the seniors, and having a different hookup almost every night.
Later in the summer, nearing the end, something had happened. The night had started out normal enough. Enter venue of party with friends, take a drink, and another, dance, drink, have fun, hookup, drink, chill out, and stay the night and wait for the hangover the next day. Press repeat. But this night was different – after dancing a little bit, she had taken a drink from some guy, Anna couldn’t remember who, and little did she know it contained GHB. Her hookup ended up being hazy, but she clearly remembered struggling to get away and saying “Stop,” before passing out. Her attempts were futile, and she wasn’t completely sure of what had happened. But thanks to the flashbacks in her nightmares, she had enough of the scene to figure it out, plus the soreness and bruising along her body. Her assumptions were only proven correct when she found out she was pregnant. Anna didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know who the father could be, couldn’t remember the face and never caught the name. Her friends couldn’t recall either, only that he had been some graduates friend from college. She was only fourteen, and would have no clue how to raise a child. How would her mother react? Horribly, that’s how. Her life wouldn’t be as it is. No one knew that she was raped or that she was pregnant and really didn’t want them to figure out either of those minor details. So, she got an abortion. It seemed like the best option, the ONLY option. Anna feels horrible about it, and often wonders what life would be like if she hadn’t aborted the child.
Mr. Davis;
When Anna entered high school, she was vastly different. She practically just hung out with the older students, and her name was well known. Everyone knew who she was, and everyone either loved her or was too jealous to see past it. For Homecoming she was the Freshman Representative, and had gone with friends. Mr. Davis was in the same grade as her, and he apparently had his eye on her. The pair spent most of the dance together, and went to the same after party. By the end of the night, they were known as a couple to the student body. She liked him a lot, sure, and he was fun to be around. He liked the same things she did, and Anna thought he was extremely hot. After just a month of dating, they had sex. He kept her in the party scene, and kept that part of her that lusted after him extremely satisfied, no matter how weird that seems. They had so much “Interesting Experiences” to last a lifetime, and then some. If anyone had heard her stories they would probably call her a slut, because yeah, it sounded really bad. Anna was content with him, and couldn’t see a single reason for them to break up. Everyone loved the two together, anyhow.
It was the end of freshman year that Anna then decided that she wanted out of New York and that life. Her parents were becoming too distant for her liking, and she felt like too much was the same as always. She needed change, so she asked her parents if she could go to Concord Private Boarding School for her sophomore through senior year. They had agreed without hesitation, signing her up and getting her set. As the end of summer neared, Anna decided that she had to break it off with Mr. Davis. She was still heavily into the drinking, and was almost afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stop. Anna felt like she was losing touch with who she was, who she wanted to be. So she broke it off before moving away. She had made her goodbyes, and was ready for a new start. Anna needed to put her past away, including Davis.
Santa Monica;
Anna immediately loved Santa Monica. She made friends quickly enough, and was accepted. She became more of who she wanted to be, and her past was just that. Her past, and that’s where she planned on it staying. Anna was moving away from the drinking, but still enjoyed a good party. Anna kept modeling, but had transferred to Los Angeles. She was really happy here, and finally felt like she was her own person. No one here knew what had happened either, and she felt like she would finally be able to move past the rape and abortion, and forget about her life in New York. Too bad Davis had other ideas. Anna soon finds out that he had followed her to California, and was now trying his hardest to get her back. She hadn’t noticed how manipulative, controlling and possessive he was until he showed up in Santa Monica. And this new side of Davis truly scared the living shit out of her, but she’s trying to just live past it. It’s not that big of a deal. What can he do, anyhow?
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
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[/color] Court
name/alias
age[/color] Fourteen
gender[/color] Female
experience[/color] Less than one year, around five months I believe.
where'd you find us?[/color] Technically Jordan – but I’m an admin, yo.
other charcters?[/color] No, siree!
rp example[/color]
Do I have to?
No, I don’t think I do. But I will. What a good little admin I am…
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Anna had been laying at the beach all day long - alone. Well, she wasn't alone, per say, as there were many people about the beach. But she herself was alone. Had been for hours. At least she got a tan, thank you California and your 360 days of sun. Anna's head lifted up, so that she was looking straight up. The sun had repositioned itself, as it always does. It was now about three-quaters of the way through the sky. After being alone for so long, Anna had sent Brandon Boyle a text, telling him to 'get his ass to the beach, pronto'. It probably sounded like something had happened, but she had chucked her phone back in her bag before she had read any reply. So, yes, he was probably worried or some shit. Whatever. He could deal with it, as long as it got him to the beach.
Anna then plopped back down on the towel with a heavy sigh. The towel rippled in the sudden flow of air, then settled back down onto the soft, white sand. She had sunglasses over her eyes at the moment, and was still looking overhead. She had forgotten her iPod and it was making her edgy. All she could hear was laughter and childish giggles and flirty tones and the ocean. It pissed her off. Why? Who knew. She just wanted her music. Today was a shit day, Anna was sure of that.
So, this morning, when she rolled out of bed at nine, she stumbled into her closet and threw on a cute little Ralph Lauren bikini, and a summery dress over top of it. She wasn't even really paying any attention to what she was throwing on, but the suit was a plain navy blue, and the dress was just a simple soft gray. Her hair was quickly straightened and thrown up, and she had headed out the door with a see-through bag, showing her phone, wallet, tanning oil and a towel.
She had been here since. And it was now reaching three. So, around five hours of being alone in public. It's alarming how many men had tried to flirt with her. But, Anna just ignored all of them. She already had someone in her line of site, and it wasn't any of them. At one point, she had played Frisbee with a little girl, probably around the age of five, and then her parents dragged the little girl away after sending Anna a heart-warming smile in thanks for entertaining their child. So, now she was just waiting for Brandon - hell, he might never show up. Whatever.
No, I don’t think I do. But I will. What a good little admin I am…
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Anna had been laying at the beach all day long - alone. Well, she wasn't alone, per say, as there were many people about the beach. But she herself was alone. Had been for hours. At least she got a tan, thank you California and your 360 days of sun. Anna's head lifted up, so that she was looking straight up. The sun had repositioned itself, as it always does. It was now about three-quaters of the way through the sky. After being alone for so long, Anna had sent Brandon Boyle a text, telling him to 'get his ass to the beach, pronto'. It probably sounded like something had happened, but she had chucked her phone back in her bag before she had read any reply. So, yes, he was probably worried or some shit. Whatever. He could deal with it, as long as it got him to the beach.
Anna then plopped back down on the towel with a heavy sigh. The towel rippled in the sudden flow of air, then settled back down onto the soft, white sand. She had sunglasses over her eyes at the moment, and was still looking overhead. She had forgotten her iPod and it was making her edgy. All she could hear was laughter and childish giggles and flirty tones and the ocean. It pissed her off. Why? Who knew. She just wanted her music. Today was a shit day, Anna was sure of that.
So, this morning, when she rolled out of bed at nine, she stumbled into her closet and threw on a cute little Ralph Lauren bikini, and a summery dress over top of it. She wasn't even really paying any attention to what she was throwing on, but the suit was a plain navy blue, and the dress was just a simple soft gray. Her hair was quickly straightened and thrown up, and she had headed out the door with a see-through bag, showing her phone, wallet, tanning oil and a towel.
She had been here since. And it was now reaching three. So, around five hours of being alone in public. It's alarming how many men had tried to flirt with her. But, Anna just ignored all of them. She already had someone in her line of site, and it wasn't any of them. At one point, she had played Frisbee with a little girl, probably around the age of five, and then her parents dragged the little girl away after sending Anna a heart-warming smile in thanks for entertaining their child. So, now she was just waiting for Brandon - hell, he might never show up. Whatever.
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