Post by Olivia Walters on Feb 3, 2008 22:34:23 GMT -5
[The Real You]
Alias: Ivy
Contact Information: pm, or msn if you ask
[Character Information]
Name: Olivia Walters
Nicknames: Olive
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Clique: Preps // Jocks
School: High
Financial Status: Middle Class
Original or Canon: Original
which Job or guest? Jobless.
[She's Got Beauty From the Inside Out]
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5"5'
Weight: 105 lbs
Skin Tone: Pale
Overall Appearance:
Olivia, overall is a very cutesy girl with fine facial features and a winning smile. Her hair is a platinum blonde that cascades down to below her shoulder blades, and her eyes a plain indigo. She is rather small for her age at 5"5', however maintains this innocent guise quite well with this. She has high cheek bones and thin, fair skin that is quite pale and tends to burn before it tans. Her legs, however, are very long and slender, just like the rest of her body. Olivia generally wears minimal make up. Her eyes, are most often dusted with blue or purple eye shadow and rarely lined with eyeliner. Her lips, are either glossed with a sheer pink or dark red. She never wears her hair in a pony tail or bun, only on special occasions.
Olivia loves to dress in mini dresses, and tight jeans to show off her figure. She likes shades that generally compliment her eyes, such as cream, gold, browns, and lavenders. Often, she wears T-shirts with old band names over her chest and puffy jackets with argyle mittens, during fall. During Summer, her visage consists of dresses, t-shirts and mini skirts. However, she is not girly, nor tom boyish. She is somewhat considered vain due to her refined appearance. However, this is entirely not so.
Portrayal: Taylor Momsen[ in av and coming siggerz ]
[And He's Just The Famous Class Clown]
Likes:
- boys
- flirting
- sex
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- clothes
- dating
- shoes
- animals [ especially cats and fox ]
- shopping
- reading
- writing
- swimming
- the beach
- the sun
- snow
- rain
- music
Dislikes:
- mean girls
- fighting
Weaknesses:
- boys, in general
- animal abuse
- blood
- people flirting and/or calling her pretty, 'tis melts her 'lil heart
Strengths:
- standing up for herself
- responsible
Fears:
- rejection
- death
Wishes:
- to be happy (:
Favorite Childhood Memory:
'one summer, out on the lake when I was thirteen, I remember sitting in our family hammock outside of our cottage and looked out at the sunset with this guy I had a crush on next to me. It was my last day there before going back to school, and I remember how I totally didn't wanna go back. My crush abruptly turned to me, and started smiling, I was like 'what?' and he was like, 'I think I love you'.
That was the first time I'd fallen in love, however the last time I'd ever seen that boy. I'll never forget the amazing summer we had together <33'
Favorite Possession: her cat
Quirks and Habits: She often twirls her hair when flirting.
Top Two or Three Biggest Secrets:
- when she was 16 she snuck out at 2am to meet a guy she had never met in Central park
- she's only had one boyfriend before
Overall Personality:
Olivia is the type whom would allow things to unfold before her without inserting her opinion until needed. She is not shy, rather laid back and calm, and rarely gets angry and/or jealous. She, at some points, seems very emotionless, and stares into space, deep in thought. She lives by the philosophy, 'if you haven't got anything to say, don't say it at all'. By this, she may seem arrogant to wards others at first. However, when getting to know her, you'll soon find she's unbelievably warm and quite flirty. Olivia never shows her angry, bi*tchy side to others regularly. She often plans every move before she makes them, giving her tons of self control which, for her, is hard to loose.
Around guys, Olivia naturally goes into her romantic/flirty mode. She is not quite vocal about her feelings, rather physical. She'll do little things with her hips or lips as means of flirting with guys. She's not quite the person to be obvious about crushes or people she like, which is probably the biggest flaw in her personality. She tends to make people play the "guessing game" when they've first met her, however is quite different with friends. With friends, she tends to shout out her thoughts, but sticks to her same philosophy. With a crowd she is comfortable with, she is a tad more outgoing, however all the more warm and kind.
[Family]
Mom: Marianne - [ 55 ]
Dad: Justyn - [ 50 ]
Brothers: Rylinn [ 19 ]
Sisters: n.a
Any Other Important Relatives: n.a
Pets: Cranberry - cat
Cranberry is Olivia's favorite pet. Not only because she IS a cat person, but she insisted on adopting cranberry from the local pound one day before Cranberry's set death date. Cranberry has a long haired dusty grey coat which is often clumpy and matted, and gorgeous blue eyes. She's rather old, however maintains the activity of a young kitten. She's a loving member of the family, and gets along swimmingly with the family dog, Aspen.
Aspen - dog
Aspen is a purebred Springer Spaniel, with a big attitude. Because she is so often pampered by the family, she often gets what she wants and goes out of her way to make things so. She has beautiful long black ears, which are curled to perfection.
[We've All Got a Story Behind That Pretty Smile]
Hometown: Quebec, Canada
Overall History: [four ten sentence paragraphs minimum please]
Interesting Facts:
- she likes to pout because she thinks its sexy (;
[ShakeTramp]
Other: SHAKALAKA BOOM! D< i'm sorry for the shortness, I often don't like making bios x.x
Read the Rules: Yeah... o_x
Rp Sample: MY ROYAL CLAIMING POST ON SUBLIME, A SITE I AM MODERATOR ON
Nothing even a thought brought up by the greatest of philosophers could have materialized a scene such as this. For the harlequin colors of fall were all about the place, decorating it, using only the most exquisite of flowerets and verdure. Weeping willows swayed with the subtle rhythm of nature’s steadily beating heart. A trickle of dew was dissemated over the transmuting leaves, and abyss scattered with marble patches of sightless rays. There was a harsh contortion in the land, on the upper half of the ridge, a forest curved in a c-like shape, protecting and hiding the lands from all of those wishing to bring harm to them. The forest broke out into winsome moorland, with rows-upon-rows of nectar smelling wild flora.
If one was to cross the moorland of this exquisite terra, like this handsome mount, they would find a littoral of where sand meets “Adam’s ale”, with a mirrored surface that reflected the wide firmament and beyond that would keep us all connected, and allow us to forever remain equals. This waterfront shaped the land’s edge, keeping its security and remaining anonymous forever. Or not for long.
A fracture in the secret that was the terra became deeper as the gelding promenaded into the acreage. His ebony fleece became conspicuous against the vivid natural shades that could be found all around him. A crest in the semblance of a bijou was imprinted onto his broad brow, glinted against the final dawn of being solitaire. His colossal pillars, moving with poise as he advanced through the forested area. Pausing ever so often to take in the scents and attempting to detect the presence of another. For all scents here were masked by the savory aroma of berries, and blossoms.
His agog orbs enlarged as the forestland suddenly was put to rest, and before him lay the moors. It was as if they had been pulled from a picture of one’s greatest fantasy. The cascade of variegated floret was dazzling with contrast to the iridescent turf. The bubble of far-off water struck at his ears, as he raised his confident crown to the milky azure. None other could have wished for a land as grand as this. A small dimple was imprinted on his grinning maw, for his title would be nothing less then the best. Lord. However, this was not even enough for the stag, his title would be, and remain the Lord of the Light lands. Forever, and always.
Sepia blinkers softened with calm pleasure, as Eclipse brought himself up onto his haunches and allowed a stentorian call to emerge from his open jaws, his front pistons kicking at the blue ether forcefully, pushing darkness that would ever come to these lands forever. These were his lands now, and forever he would step into his role as King of the lands of light.
”I Eclipse, son of Thunder and Serenity claim these lands Imperial Ridge and take the role Lord of lands whom host bright souls”
With a thud that shook the grounds under his hooves as he fell onto his four pistons once more, the power from his lyrics still rumbling inside his chest. A glint of satisfaction flashed like a bullet across his striking visage, as his think box dreamed of the coming dawns he would share with other beings in these lands; his lands. For under the watchful eye of this handsome steed, femmes and stags alike would be safe from threats of all kinds during his powerful rule.
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