Post by tori . on Mar 11, 2009 13:04:36 GMT -6
OOC Info
My name is Victoria, but i'm also known as Tori.
carlislemunster@googlemail.com
you want me to break it down?
my name is isabella marie clarke
i am eighteen years old
i think i'm a girl
student
i'm as straight as a ruler.
i was born in oxford, england.
Appearance:
So Isabella right? She's just a bog standard looking girl if i'm completely honest with you. Brown hair, blue eyes, you know? I suppose from someone like you she would just look like that, but you really don't look past face value do you?
Bella has very delicate features. A pale almost ghost like complexion is stretched across her slender frame meeting lighter colours and shades where her clothes cover from the much awaited sunlight. Slight spots of brown fleck over her cheekbones to create clusters of freckles, often giving the impression of an English schoolgirl. Centrally positioned on her face is a rounded nose the protudes slightly at the centre, noticably her nostrils slightly flair when she is laughing. Her lips are full and soft, uttering tender words every so often, yet spitting harsh explicit sounds that others dare not. Many items and words have passed these soft tones and you should think that it would have corroded them. Her eyes are a deep blue colour, looking into them is like looking into the deepest part of the ocean. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but Isabella's are constantly locked, the key nowhere to be seen.
Her dark cookie brown locks reached to just above her mid chest region. A natural wave works it's way into each strand of hair as it falls gently, succumbing to gravity.
Isabella is one on her own for her clothing. She rarely cares for fashion, she creates her own cat walk. You will often find her wearing pearls and beads all over her body, around her neck and wrists and all are different shapes and sizes. Stereotypes were never made for her, she would always squirm her way out of any bracket, but if I had too, she's be an indie girl.
Personality:
Isabella is not right in the mind. No, she's not a schizo and she's certainly not a freak. She's just completely different from anyone you've ever met. She often comes out with completely different sentences in relation to the subject you're talking about, often giving the impression that she's extremely ignorant, or really doesn't give a damn about what you're rambling about, she does, but it's kind of going in one ear and out of the other.
Bels absolutelyu adores being outside and nature. She sort of thinks she's a horse whisperer, but lets be honest, she isn't. Try not to tell her otherwise, she's really quite sensitive about that subject. She isn't a sensitive person either, she will say harsh things in order to make herself feel better about herself and she certainly isn't open about her life to just anyone. In fact, I don't think she has ever told anyone information past her hometown before. She isn't nasty, she's just sort of, rude. Familiarisation is a wonderful thing and she is at home when she's with someone she clicks with and that's rare too.
Her regular greeting often include "bitch" and "chuck" but to those she doesn't know she'd rather call them a dick. Why does she need to be all pally with people she doesn't know? There's no point in being fake, really? There isn't.
She's a bit of a heartbreaker. For example, every boy she's ever "been with" she's often left crying on her doorstep. Why? she simply got bored. She gets bored way too easily, she needs to be constantly entertained and she's never happy if her feet are touching the ground. Alright, she acts as if she's high all the while, but she's not. She can be completely genuine, but you have to really try and find it inside of her.
History
Cue credits.
Isabella is the daughter of Miles Thompson and Jennifer Scoresby aka Miles "dole" Thompson and Jennifer "Stupid" Scoresby. How they both met, god only knows, Cupid must have been drunk or something. Anyway, Miles grew up on a council estate in the rough end of Brixton, London and Jennifer, a middleclass business woman grew up in the classy area of Oxford, England. They never were together relationship wise, all that happened was when Jennifer decided to be a little, let say, spontaneous and venture into London for clubs at the age of 18, she bumped into wonderful little Miles, who, that day had just recieved his £200 dole money and was ready to throw it down the drain by buying in his drinks. I don;t want to go into details, but as the story goes, he knocked Jennifer up, he proclaimed to be an accomplished student attending the London Academy of Arts, was he heck.
9 months later, little Isabella arrived and was immediately put up for adoption. What was Jennifer going to do with a baby at the age of 18? It would kill her mentally and emotionally. Eventually, Isabella was adopted by a family who lived in Sheffield, England. Lorraine and James Clarke were genuine people who cared for Bellas every whim. They were probably middle to lower class,, but what does it matter? They worshipped the ground this girl lay and walked on.
At the age of 13, Bella began to develop some sort of personality. She attended middle school and became friends with Kieren Maydew, a ginger little child who needed a good hiding. Kierens family were not easily the best type of people. His mother was seemingly heroin dependant and his father was a chain smoker. This really isn't a good environment for her, right?
Nothing happened about that friendship really until the age of 15 when Kieren started to smoke. His father had seemingly given him cigarette buts and Kieren had a go, which he thenn gave to Bella and Bella smoked. She'd hang on the streets at night, watch people vandalise properties and just laugh, she was sort of a tearaway.
Eventually, she left that area and moved to Rotherham to a youth hostel at 17. She tried to give up the addiction and eventually did yet in stressful times she lights one up. I don;t know if the smoking at a young age really did anythign to her brain, I mean she's really clever and majors in Journalism, but you just don't know.
How the hell did she get to America? Turns out that when she was 18 she was entitled to all the grant money her biological parents by law had to fund her for education and livelihood. The dear old adoptive parents had kept it in a freezer account, aw. So she decided to get away from it, everthind and see the world a bit you know?
Samples:
BTW I haven't got a recent sample, this was about 3 years ago.
Since he'd been here, Chase had had a few ups and downs, but at the moment, life was treating him with stability and love. This, nontheless was pretty unusual for him, ever so used to being the one on the left side of trouble, may it be bailing out a friend, a relationship or some other worry, fingers crossed it hadn't yet crossed his pathway. He really didn't want to come to a fork in the road at the moment, but knowing life, it would probably do that, and too soon. He'd been thinking alot lately, work, friends, family and ...Iris. How could he forget her? It was rather impossible to say it hazily, sharing intimacies and love for around 8 months, and well, then frazzled out didnt't it? He was convinced he'd done something to upset her, and never spoke to her for near on a month in fear of hurting her feelings, I mean, he hadn't really done anything to make her feel sad, I suppose it was just in his subconcious.
Deep down, he still had the same feelings for her, he just suppressed them, but, half of them had moved on, urging the others to be a pack member and follow, but something was holding them back, and it was starting to get irritating. A few feelings had took the option to leave Iris behind when he started speaking with her again via AIM, at first it was slightly awkward, a few ums and ahhs which Chase hated, but he dealt with it perfectly fine, things come in time, as his brother used to say. It gradually god better and the lust returned, couldn't have come at a worst time really, what with Cynthia and Felicity. He couldn't make his mind up with everything, and Chase wasn't the sort of boy who was a man sleeper and slept with every girl at first glance.
He'd organised via messenger a meeting with Iris, just to see what was going on and how they were going to play their friendship. Movie night. He hadn't had one of those for what seemed like forever, and plus, he needed a good laugh. Slipping on his new "rock scene" [click] shirt, which he'd brought the day before, it's caught his eye and well, he brought it. Putting his dark jeans on and grabbing the first coat [click] that he saw, he walked out and headed off to Iris'. After around a 5 minute walk he reached the girls dorms. All the way he'd been contemplating what he was going to say, do and what was gonna be said in return. Well, whatever it was, he wa slate. Jogging up the stairs 2 at a time he reached Irs' dorm and actually wondered if her flatmate would be there, which could get, weird. Knocking on the door, he waited.
My name is Victoria, but i'm also known as Tori.
carlislemunster@googlemail.com
you want me to break it down?
my name is isabella marie clarke
i am eighteen years old
i think i'm a girl
student
i'm as straight as a ruler.
i was born in oxford, england.
Appearance:
So Isabella right? She's just a bog standard looking girl if i'm completely honest with you. Brown hair, blue eyes, you know? I suppose from someone like you she would just look like that, but you really don't look past face value do you?
Bella has very delicate features. A pale almost ghost like complexion is stretched across her slender frame meeting lighter colours and shades where her clothes cover from the much awaited sunlight. Slight spots of brown fleck over her cheekbones to create clusters of freckles, often giving the impression of an English schoolgirl. Centrally positioned on her face is a rounded nose the protudes slightly at the centre, noticably her nostrils slightly flair when she is laughing. Her lips are full and soft, uttering tender words every so often, yet spitting harsh explicit sounds that others dare not. Many items and words have passed these soft tones and you should think that it would have corroded them. Her eyes are a deep blue colour, looking into them is like looking into the deepest part of the ocean. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but Isabella's are constantly locked, the key nowhere to be seen.
Her dark cookie brown locks reached to just above her mid chest region. A natural wave works it's way into each strand of hair as it falls gently, succumbing to gravity.
Isabella is one on her own for her clothing. She rarely cares for fashion, she creates her own cat walk. You will often find her wearing pearls and beads all over her body, around her neck and wrists and all are different shapes and sizes. Stereotypes were never made for her, she would always squirm her way out of any bracket, but if I had too, she's be an indie girl.
Personality:
Isabella is not right in the mind. No, she's not a schizo and she's certainly not a freak. She's just completely different from anyone you've ever met. She often comes out with completely different sentences in relation to the subject you're talking about, often giving the impression that she's extremely ignorant, or really doesn't give a damn about what you're rambling about, she does, but it's kind of going in one ear and out of the other.
Bels absolutelyu adores being outside and nature. She sort of thinks she's a horse whisperer, but lets be honest, she isn't. Try not to tell her otherwise, she's really quite sensitive about that subject. She isn't a sensitive person either, she will say harsh things in order to make herself feel better about herself and she certainly isn't open about her life to just anyone. In fact, I don't think she has ever told anyone information past her hometown before. She isn't nasty, she's just sort of, rude. Familiarisation is a wonderful thing and she is at home when she's with someone she clicks with and that's rare too.
Her regular greeting often include "bitch" and "chuck" but to those she doesn't know she'd rather call them a dick. Why does she need to be all pally with people she doesn't know? There's no point in being fake, really? There isn't.
She's a bit of a heartbreaker. For example, every boy she's ever "been with" she's often left crying on her doorstep. Why? she simply got bored. She gets bored way too easily, she needs to be constantly entertained and she's never happy if her feet are touching the ground. Alright, she acts as if she's high all the while, but she's not. She can be completely genuine, but you have to really try and find it inside of her.
History
Cue credits.
Isabella is the daughter of Miles Thompson and Jennifer Scoresby aka Miles "dole" Thompson and Jennifer "Stupid" Scoresby. How they both met, god only knows, Cupid must have been drunk or something. Anyway, Miles grew up on a council estate in the rough end of Brixton, London and Jennifer, a middleclass business woman grew up in the classy area of Oxford, England. They never were together relationship wise, all that happened was when Jennifer decided to be a little, let say, spontaneous and venture into London for clubs at the age of 18, she bumped into wonderful little Miles, who, that day had just recieved his £200 dole money and was ready to throw it down the drain by buying in his drinks. I don;t want to go into details, but as the story goes, he knocked Jennifer up, he proclaimed to be an accomplished student attending the London Academy of Arts, was he heck.
9 months later, little Isabella arrived and was immediately put up for adoption. What was Jennifer going to do with a baby at the age of 18? It would kill her mentally and emotionally. Eventually, Isabella was adopted by a family who lived in Sheffield, England. Lorraine and James Clarke were genuine people who cared for Bellas every whim. They were probably middle to lower class,, but what does it matter? They worshipped the ground this girl lay and walked on.
At the age of 13, Bella began to develop some sort of personality. She attended middle school and became friends with Kieren Maydew, a ginger little child who needed a good hiding. Kierens family were not easily the best type of people. His mother was seemingly heroin dependant and his father was a chain smoker. This really isn't a good environment for her, right?
Nothing happened about that friendship really until the age of 15 when Kieren started to smoke. His father had seemingly given him cigarette buts and Kieren had a go, which he thenn gave to Bella and Bella smoked. She'd hang on the streets at night, watch people vandalise properties and just laugh, she was sort of a tearaway.
Eventually, she left that area and moved to Rotherham to a youth hostel at 17. She tried to give up the addiction and eventually did yet in stressful times she lights one up. I don;t know if the smoking at a young age really did anythign to her brain, I mean she's really clever and majors in Journalism, but you just don't know.
How the hell did she get to America? Turns out that when she was 18 she was entitled to all the grant money her biological parents by law had to fund her for education and livelihood. The dear old adoptive parents had kept it in a freezer account, aw. So she decided to get away from it, everthind and see the world a bit you know?
Samples:
BTW I haven't got a recent sample, this was about 3 years ago.
Since he'd been here, Chase had had a few ups and downs, but at the moment, life was treating him with stability and love. This, nontheless was pretty unusual for him, ever so used to being the one on the left side of trouble, may it be bailing out a friend, a relationship or some other worry, fingers crossed it hadn't yet crossed his pathway. He really didn't want to come to a fork in the road at the moment, but knowing life, it would probably do that, and too soon. He'd been thinking alot lately, work, friends, family and ...Iris. How could he forget her? It was rather impossible to say it hazily, sharing intimacies and love for around 8 months, and well, then frazzled out didnt't it? He was convinced he'd done something to upset her, and never spoke to her for near on a month in fear of hurting her feelings, I mean, he hadn't really done anything to make her feel sad, I suppose it was just in his subconcious.
Deep down, he still had the same feelings for her, he just suppressed them, but, half of them had moved on, urging the others to be a pack member and follow, but something was holding them back, and it was starting to get irritating. A few feelings had took the option to leave Iris behind when he started speaking with her again via AIM, at first it was slightly awkward, a few ums and ahhs which Chase hated, but he dealt with it perfectly fine, things come in time, as his brother used to say. It gradually god better and the lust returned, couldn't have come at a worst time really, what with Cynthia and Felicity. He couldn't make his mind up with everything, and Chase wasn't the sort of boy who was a man sleeper and slept with every girl at first glance.
He'd organised via messenger a meeting with Iris, just to see what was going on and how they were going to play their friendship. Movie night. He hadn't had one of those for what seemed like forever, and plus, he needed a good laugh. Slipping on his new "rock scene" [click] shirt, which he'd brought the day before, it's caught his eye and well, he brought it. Putting his dark jeans on and grabbing the first coat [click] that he saw, he walked out and headed off to Iris'. After around a 5 minute walk he reached the girls dorms. All the way he'd been contemplating what he was going to say, do and what was gonna be said in return. Well, whatever it was, he wa slate. Jogging up the stairs 2 at a time he reached Irs' dorm and actually wondered if her flatmate would be there, which could get, weird. Knocking on the door, he waited.
