Post by Viola George on May 25, 2006 15:07:18 GMT -5
- General
Full Name: Viola George
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Clique: Popular Girl
- Appearance
Summary:
Viola has long, wavy, blonde hair like her father. Viola is usually known to have her hair loose but in balls, parties, etc, it is tied back or put into an interesting, yet nice style. Funny to notice, but her mother had black hair and instead of inheriting that from her mother, she inherited blonde hair from her father. She has crystal blue (black eye-shadowed) eyes which are pretty close to her father's cold, grey eyes. If you look into her eyes, you only see deep pools of water on a cold, fall morning.
She might be beautiful, and to herself she is and to her parents, she also is. Her head is round with and small, round-ended, pointed nose, he skin is smooth and feels clean as it is. Her skin looks a bit golden from being in the sun a little too much with all the outdoor activities, she likes to do. She has rosy lips and her eyes have black eye-liner around them, not too much but enough to make her eyes stand out. Viola is a tall person from her father and mother's sides of the family, she being, 17, looks pretty much done with growing.
Picture: ....[x]....
- Background
Personal History:
As young child, Viola had been spoilt with all the money her parents had and all the things that they would buy her anything that she requested. As the years passed, Viola would be interviewed, asked to model for a Photoshoot or star in a small film or chick flick. Sometimes, if the media was lucky, Viola would have a temper tantrum on camera to be on the tabloid.
Viola, once 13, was showing a terrible way of growing up for a young girl. She was acting like she was 17 and she wasn't listening to her parents who said: "We tried all we could do but it's hard to tell our daughter what to do. All we can do now is try and pull her into the right direction." Quoted from an interview of Viola's mother.
Although at age 15, Viola had given up her acting, she had found it out of fashion and moved on elsewhere. Now, she's just a girl who was a small-time actor.
Family:
Outlook on Life:
At school, Viola is a hard girl- she doesn't care what you say or do as long as it has nothing to do with her sinking into the dirt. She is a snob, bitch, and overly-critical person to know. To be friends with her would be trying to get a lion to do tricks. So, that's the basics. Viola is a cold-hearted, young girl.
Viola has nothing inner about herself, she lets everyone know how she feels no matter what although jealousy does get to her alot and that is the only emotion that she seems to hide. Viola thinks that everyone should do as she wants and that results to why she hangs around the Pink Cats and the Queen Bee. Maybe one day... Viola might settle down... maybe...
- Sample Roleplaying Post
Full Name: Viola George
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Clique: Popular Girl
- Appearance
Summary:
Viola has long, wavy, blonde hair like her father. Viola is usually known to have her hair loose but in balls, parties, etc, it is tied back or put into an interesting, yet nice style. Funny to notice, but her mother had black hair and instead of inheriting that from her mother, she inherited blonde hair from her father. She has crystal blue (black eye-shadowed) eyes which are pretty close to her father's cold, grey eyes. If you look into her eyes, you only see deep pools of water on a cold, fall morning.
She might be beautiful, and to herself she is and to her parents, she also is. Her head is round with and small, round-ended, pointed nose, he skin is smooth and feels clean as it is. Her skin looks a bit golden from being in the sun a little too much with all the outdoor activities, she likes to do. She has rosy lips and her eyes have black eye-liner around them, not too much but enough to make her eyes stand out. Viola is a tall person from her father and mother's sides of the family, she being, 17, looks pretty much done with growing.
Picture: ....[x]....
- Background
Personal History:
As young child, Viola had been spoilt with all the money her parents had and all the things that they would buy her anything that she requested. As the years passed, Viola would be interviewed, asked to model for a Photoshoot or star in a small film or chick flick. Sometimes, if the media was lucky, Viola would have a temper tantrum on camera to be on the tabloid.
Viola, once 13, was showing a terrible way of growing up for a young girl. She was acting like she was 17 and she wasn't listening to her parents who said: "We tried all we could do but it's hard to tell our daughter what to do. All we can do now is try and pull her into the right direction." Quoted from an interview of Viola's mother.
Although at age 15, Viola had given up her acting, she had found it out of fashion and moved on elsewhere. Now, she's just a girl who was a small-time actor.
Family:
Outlook on Life:
At school, Viola is a hard girl- she doesn't care what you say or do as long as it has nothing to do with her sinking into the dirt. She is a snob, bitch, and overly-critical person to know. To be friends with her would be trying to get a lion to do tricks. So, that's the basics. Viola is a cold-hearted, young girl.
Viola has nothing inner about herself, she lets everyone know how she feels no matter what although jealousy does get to her alot and that is the only emotion that she seems to hide. Viola thinks that everyone should do as she wants and that results to why she hangs around the Pink Cats and the Queen Bee. Maybe one day... Viola might settle down... maybe...
- Sample Roleplaying Post
The most popular place for girls to go... the Mall! Can't think of anywhere to go, go to.... the Mall! That's where Viola went.
At eleven o'clock, She was walking down the place like she owned it. She didn't, of course, but she seemed to, the way she was marching and looking at the people who she found that they didn't deserve to be there. By One, Viola was carrying five bags of clothing and that was the result of her going into over twenth-five stores on the floor and only being successful with five.
When the Shopping Spree Spirit in Viola died down. She made her way down to the first floor and into one of the nice cafes where some people were sitting and talking. God, she should have called someone to come and meet her! She should have asked a friend of hers. Loneliness wasn't good for Viola. She was sitting down with the sunlight streaming on her bond hair. Finally, she decided to pull out her cellphone and text people. She was typing away to her friends and... to her parents, not that she wanted to, the texted her first. Viola let her bags sit on the seat next to her as she got up to get a nice, scoop of Vanilla ice cream. With light steps, Viola reached the line for the cute guy behind the counter, it was so long that Viola was close to choosing the one with the gawky nerd. Yet, she didn't. Pushing past many young children and other people, Viola reached the counter and smiled at the cute guy.
Viola look at his shirt. Ah! was the word that came across her mind when she looked his chocolate-covered uniform. She frowned and said, "Vanilla." Not even saying the word 'please' was her kind of thing. The boy came back with the Vanilla in a cup, "What? That's not want I wanted it in! I wanted it in a cup!"
The boy looked at the cup of ice cream and back at her, "This is a cup."
"But not the one I wanted!" Viola pointed at the one with orange, pink and yellow strips and looked at the red one in the boy's hand with disgust, "Get me that one!" The boy retreated and came back with the one she had requested. She gave him the money and marched off after she gave him an angry look and sat back down. And began to eat her ice cream, slowly, looking around to see if anyone she knew were in the mall.
The ice cream didn't taste too good as it did weeks and weeks before, without hesitation, Viola tossed it onto the table and made sure that she hadn't made a mess. The table looked neat. Good Viola thought as a girl's voice spoke,
"There's no good help nowadays, is there?"
Viola could have sworn that she had heard someone's voice that she knew, she looked up and saw April. Smiling, Viola replied, "No. I'd have expected it from that geek over there." She pointed out the nerd at the counter that no one was going to, "Instead I get a lousy cup of ice covered in vanilla essence." She made a 'it was so disgusting' face.
Viola tossed hair out of her face, "Did you come here to get an ice cream? I'd suggest it that you don't. It's gross here." She made sure that her voice was loud enough for people to her, "Let's go and do something." She stood up in a graceful manner with a small sigh. Picking up her bags, Viola strutted out of the cafe, making sure that April was able to catch up with her.
She hadn't stopped to check but instead looked over a brief moment and continued walking. The cold air was gone, Viola tightened up her high ponytail let it swing down when she let go of it. She was wearing a light blue knotted Chain Link Halter top and black ruffled Mini Skirt.
Once Viola did stop, she turned to look at April and said kindly for once after being bitter about the ice cream, "What'd you do today?" She gave a smile and then took a seat on the bench. She watched people pass by and glance at her then make face ofsuprise and run off- after all, she was a celeb. She just looked at them with blank face as if hiding her annoyance but not pretending to be happy.
She let her bags fall to the ground and nestle next to her, she kept watching people look and walk. Look and walk, look, walk, walk, look. Gasp, whisper, walk and talk. Viola felt like saying, 'That's right, keep your eyes on me!' She loved and hated attention, and if you're wondering 'how can that be possible?' Don't ask, it's Viola.
"Me? No, no ice cream for me. I was just bored out of my mind- I swear I would've settled for 'Kidnapped Princess' if I didn't have a car."
Viola giggled a little and replied, "I did the same when I was young, as well." It was good to think about the past. So many, many years ago. When she was so young. Not so young but you know for a 17 year old girl, it seemed to be the past. Well, let's she what Viola thinks in 30 years, "My brother and I did the same but we were only 5. Well, he was 4, so I sort of bossed him around a bit."
"Gosh, I never knew you could move so quickly... except for when they have those sales at the Coach store."
Viola laughed, remembering the event, she had really wanted that bag with the lemon design. It was so cute. She looked at April with a startled face, "Where were you? We were split up!" Split up wasn't the right word, it was more like: Viola had walked off on them. She had a mission and it was to get that bag, it was on a discount, too! She tackled a woman who was rushing for it as well. It wasn't worth it because Viola got fed up with the bag about 2 days later and bought another one.
"How doyou get used to that?"
Viola laughed in a chuckle-like manner and said, "How can you get used to the fact that some people ask you about your mother because she is a singer? And maybe, sometimes... yourself?" Viola said in questioning way rather than what she would have said to a drama geek. She would have snapped and made a fit about it then make it go global- so everyone would know.
"Nothing- the day has barely even started."
Viola nodded in an 'I know'-ish way, for Viola after 1 o'clock was close to the day getting over with. She hated that feeling, but still she went out at night to party with her friends.
"Me and Nathalee were thinking about a big party this weekend, though. An 'end of the summer' type of thing."
Just what she had been thinking about! A party! Viola jumped a bit at the idea and she said with excitement, "Oh... My... God! A party! I love parties!" It was true but everyone knew that she liked parties, "I think we should buy clothes for it. We should get nice skirts, different colors and styles and the tops for it as well. I know the best store! Do you girls need any help?" She asked. It was so close to Viola's screaming fiasco, that she always had about parties, like the last scene she had a while ago in the mall, too.
At eleven o'clock, She was walking down the place like she owned it. She didn't, of course, but she seemed to, the way she was marching and looking at the people who she found that they didn't deserve to be there. By One, Viola was carrying five bags of clothing and that was the result of her going into over twenth-five stores on the floor and only being successful with five.
When the Shopping Spree Spirit in Viola died down. She made her way down to the first floor and into one of the nice cafes where some people were sitting and talking. God, she should have called someone to come and meet her! She should have asked a friend of hers. Loneliness wasn't good for Viola. She was sitting down with the sunlight streaming on her bond hair. Finally, she decided to pull out her cellphone and text people. She was typing away to her friends and... to her parents, not that she wanted to, the texted her first. Viola let her bags sit on the seat next to her as she got up to get a nice, scoop of Vanilla ice cream. With light steps, Viola reached the line for the cute guy behind the counter, it was so long that Viola was close to choosing the one with the gawky nerd. Yet, she didn't. Pushing past many young children and other people, Viola reached the counter and smiled at the cute guy.
Viola look at his shirt. Ah! was the word that came across her mind when she looked his chocolate-covered uniform. She frowned and said, "Vanilla." Not even saying the word 'please' was her kind of thing. The boy came back with the Vanilla in a cup, "What? That's not want I wanted it in! I wanted it in a cup!"
The boy looked at the cup of ice cream and back at her, "This is a cup."
"But not the one I wanted!" Viola pointed at the one with orange, pink and yellow strips and looked at the red one in the boy's hand with disgust, "Get me that one!" The boy retreated and came back with the one she had requested. She gave him the money and marched off after she gave him an angry look and sat back down. And began to eat her ice cream, slowly, looking around to see if anyone she knew were in the mall.
The ice cream didn't taste too good as it did weeks and weeks before, without hesitation, Viola tossed it onto the table and made sure that she hadn't made a mess. The table looked neat. Good Viola thought as a girl's voice spoke,
"There's no good help nowadays, is there?"
Viola could have sworn that she had heard someone's voice that she knew, she looked up and saw April. Smiling, Viola replied, "No. I'd have expected it from that geek over there." She pointed out the nerd at the counter that no one was going to, "Instead I get a lousy cup of ice covered in vanilla essence." She made a 'it was so disgusting' face.
Viola tossed hair out of her face, "Did you come here to get an ice cream? I'd suggest it that you don't. It's gross here." She made sure that her voice was loud enough for people to her, "Let's go and do something." She stood up in a graceful manner with a small sigh. Picking up her bags, Viola strutted out of the cafe, making sure that April was able to catch up with her.
She hadn't stopped to check but instead looked over a brief moment and continued walking. The cold air was gone, Viola tightened up her high ponytail let it swing down when she let go of it. She was wearing a light blue knotted Chain Link Halter top and black ruffled Mini Skirt.
Once Viola did stop, she turned to look at April and said kindly for once after being bitter about the ice cream, "What'd you do today?" She gave a smile and then took a seat on the bench. She watched people pass by and glance at her then make face ofsuprise and run off- after all, she was a celeb. She just looked at them with blank face as if hiding her annoyance but not pretending to be happy.
She let her bags fall to the ground and nestle next to her, she kept watching people look and walk. Look and walk, look, walk, walk, look. Gasp, whisper, walk and talk. Viola felt like saying, 'That's right, keep your eyes on me!' She loved and hated attention, and if you're wondering 'how can that be possible?' Don't ask, it's Viola.
"Me? No, no ice cream for me. I was just bored out of my mind- I swear I would've settled for 'Kidnapped Princess' if I didn't have a car."
Viola giggled a little and replied, "I did the same when I was young, as well." It was good to think about the past. So many, many years ago. When she was so young. Not so young but you know for a 17 year old girl, it seemed to be the past. Well, let's she what Viola thinks in 30 years, "My brother and I did the same but we were only 5. Well, he was 4, so I sort of bossed him around a bit."
"Gosh, I never knew you could move so quickly... except for when they have those sales at the Coach store."
Viola laughed, remembering the event, she had really wanted that bag with the lemon design. It was so cute. She looked at April with a startled face, "Where were you? We were split up!" Split up wasn't the right word, it was more like: Viola had walked off on them. She had a mission and it was to get that bag, it was on a discount, too! She tackled a woman who was rushing for it as well. It wasn't worth it because Viola got fed up with the bag about 2 days later and bought another one.
"How doyou get used to that?"
Viola laughed in a chuckle-like manner and said, "How can you get used to the fact that some people ask you about your mother because she is a singer? And maybe, sometimes... yourself?" Viola said in questioning way rather than what she would have said to a drama geek. She would have snapped and made a fit about it then make it go global- so everyone would know.
"Nothing- the day has barely even started."
Viola nodded in an 'I know'-ish way, for Viola after 1 o'clock was close to the day getting over with. She hated that feeling, but still she went out at night to party with her friends.
"Me and Nathalee were thinking about a big party this weekend, though. An 'end of the summer' type of thing."
Just what she had been thinking about! A party! Viola jumped a bit at the idea and she said with excitement, "Oh... My... God! A party! I love parties!" It was true but everyone knew that she liked parties, "I think we should buy clothes for it. We should get nice skirts, different colors and styles and the tops for it as well. I know the best store! Do you girls need any help?" She asked. It was so close to Viola's screaming fiasco, that she always had about parties, like the last scene she had a while ago in the mall, too.
Okay, I'll fix that for ya...