Post by Pandora Lafayette on Feb 10, 2009 22:06:23 GMT -5
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"Put a little sour in your sweet
You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek"[/b][/font]
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with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): Panda, anything else you can think of (except Dora, in which case you will be hurt).
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: March 19
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Her parents are wealthy breeders; she grew up around the stable workers and later worked her way up to a job training the horses at one of her family's stables.
SEXUALITY: She doesn't prefer one over the other.
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and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 121
BUILD: Slender, though athletic.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Ears pierced
A crescent moon with a small circle on her inner right wrist
“Buona notte Italia” written in script across her back
FACE CLAIM: Allegra Carpenter
GENERAL:
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LIKES:
DISLIKES:
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thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Marcello Lafayette (Father)
SIBLINGS:
OTHER:
HISTORY:
i've got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Jengo
BREED: Andalusian
DISCIPLINE: English
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i've got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 15, about to be sixteen.
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM or email!
Other characters: None.
Fun fact: I almost lost this app about 500 billion times and did lose it twice. Gotta love Internet Explorer.
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and I've got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Christine felt completely, absolutely awful. She hadn't spoken to any of the Players very much since the first doctor's visit, and now she was preparing the second one without having told them anything. This was supposed to be her family; she didn't feel right keeping this type of secret from them, but she was equally afraid of what Simon would do to her if he found out. She wouldn't put him past kicking her out, and that was the very thing that terrified her the most.
And now Simon was planning his seventeenth birthday party, and it went without saying that she would be expected to show up. What would she say for herself if he offered her a drink, and she refused? She was sure it would be the easiest way for him to tell, and then what would she do if he found out without her telling him? She expected it would only make things that much worse for everyone.
She wasn't quite sure what found her down in the basement; she could only guess that it was because that was where she had first met Nikki, though the true reason was unknown to her if it even existed in the first place. But she was there nevertheless, completely alone and wandering aimlessly down the hall. She was almost never alone; she hated the feeling of having no one around, and yet lately she seemed to find herself without company more and more often. The dinner with The Bangles had been the last gathering she could remember going to, and even that was something she was unsure she wanted to repeat. It hurt her to see a faculty that was so close when hers was by nature so distant.
The sight of Jagger stumbling through the hallways shook he out of her thoughts fairly sufficiently, and any musings she may have had been lost in were replaced with wondering what he was doing down there. When he disappeared into the bathrooms she felt compelled to follow him, not worried about the fact that it was the bathroom since, well, no one really went down here anyway and she doubted he actually needed to use it, or he wouldn't have specifically come down here. With that in mind, she followed down the path he had taken into the tiled room to find him collapsed against the wall in apparent pain. "Jagger," she called softly to him, green eyes widening as she knelt down next to him.
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, PANDORANATALIYALAFAYETTE !
[/size]"Put a little sour in your sweet
You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek"[/b][/font]
[/right]
, this is my face covered in freckles !
[/color][/font]with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): Panda, anything else you can think of (except Dora, in which case you will be hurt).
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: March 19
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Her parents are wealthy breeders; she grew up around the stable workers and later worked her way up to a job training the horses at one of her family's stables.
SEXUALITY: She doesn't prefer one over the other.
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, this is my body covered in skin !
[/color]and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 121
BUILD: Slender, though athletic.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Ears pierced
A crescent moon with a small circle on her inner right wrist
“Buona notte Italia” written in script across her back
FACE CLAIM: Allegra Carpenter
GENERAL:
Pandora can certainly be considered a rather classically pretty young woman. Her hair is soft, flowing and golden in colour, and worn at a length that reaches just past her shoulder blades. Her eyes are wide and deep blue, often with a bit of a mischievous expression in them that serves to betray a part of her true nature. She has soft, rather fair-toned skin that is peppered with freckles here and there, with no real apparent blemishes aside from calluses on her hands. She stands at a rather average five foot seven, a height with which she is more or less perfectly comfortable, though she’s never afraid to sport a pair of heels when she’s out away from the stables.[/ul]
Clothing wise her style is rather bohemian; she likes earthy tones with subtle hints of colour and flowing, soft materials, though she has a tendency to deviate and pick out more unusual things. More than anything she likes to look good; she’s not afraid to show skin as long as it’s more tasteful that trashy, and it’s rare that you’ll see her going anywhere without a carefully planned outfit and her hair and makeup done. During her younger years, she liked going to her parents’ events simply because they gave her an excuse to get dressed up and parade around in elaborate outfits, and to this day she is still quite fond of shopping and putting together outfits.
She is poised and graceful in her manner of walking; with her head held up proudly and her back straight, she steps silently, and if one were not to see her coming first there is a great possibility that they would not know she was there.
, and this is my mind it goes !
[/color]over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Clever, pessimistic and just a bit status-minded, Pandora is not usually someone that goes unnoticed by others. She’s impish and sweet if she decides she likes you, always flirty and willing to do just about anything to try to cheer you up (though not particularly good at it), though this side of her is only visible to those who have gotten to know her and who she considers good friends. To others, she can come off as cold, hostile, distrusting and ready to tear you apart (mentally, usually, as physically she’s not particularly intimidating). She isn’t one to socialize; she views people as mean-spirited and prefers to spend most of her time with the horses, when she’s not helping a student or attending to other school business matters that may concern her.
Pandora has a rather wry, sharp-witted sense of humor that comes as a nice juxtaposition to her slightly quirky brand of pessimism. When not in the stables (or even when she is), she has a rather odd tendency to play tricks on people; not particularly big or cruel ones, but simple, subtle ones simply in an attempt to brighten her day. Those that happen to pass by when she’s around can always expect a snarky, intelligent joke, even if it isn’t always intended to make those around her laugh. If for some reason an egg is dropped she’s the first to be there with a pun about things ‘not going over easy,’ and the fact that people might not always understand the jokes only serves to amuse her that much more.
Growing up in high society, she has been taught continuously from a very young age to be quiet and respectful, a lesson which she never seems to take heed of no matter how many times someone tries to teach it to her. She is terrible at listening to warnings and directions unless they come from someone she happens to respect immensely, and even then she will refuse to admit having learned something if she discovers that teaching her a lesson had been their intention. She is fiercely independent even if it means doing harm to herself by not asking for help.
LIKES:
( At least 5 )
• Classical sports (Archery, etc.)
• Parties
• Animals
• Shopping
• Horror movies
• Swimming
• Riding
• Thunderstorms
• Grapefruit
DISLIKES:
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• Peanut butter
• Cold days
• Being inside
• Being told to stop or be quiet
• Peppers
• Being interrupted
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, and this is my brain it's tortures analytcal !
[/color]thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Marcello Lafayette (Father)
SIBLINGS:
OTHER:
HISTORY:
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Pandora Nataliya Lafayette was born in the city of Tuscany, Italy, into a very wealthy and powerful family who was rather well known for breeding and training racing and show horses. The estate in which she and her parents lived was just a short walk away from one of the farms, and growing up one of Pandora’s favorite things to do was talk her nanny into bringing her down to see the horses and the workers go through their daily routines. Most of the workers were fond of her; she knew enough not to bother the horses and when she was old enough (and with a lot of convincing on her part) actually helped with the work. She quickly fell in love with the horses and the idea of one day training and riding them, though it went without saying that Amelie and Marcello were not happy with their only daughter spending so much time with the hired workers; she was supposed to be learning how to handle them and make sure they didn’t get out of hand, but instead she was learning how to be one of them?
She was scolded heartily and constantly advised that she should be spending time with people from their own class – friends from school, maybe? – But Pandora wouldn’t hear any of it. She continued sneaking off to see the horses regardless of how much trouble it got her in - and it did, as confident as she was that she was able to talk her way out of the situation. Eventually she simply stopped caring about attempting to cover her tracks and let her parents find her; after all, it was just going to happen eventually, right? She had lost any fear of their wrath, particularly because, well, they were hardly around to enforce it.
Around the time she was thirteen her mother began making her attend the parties and events that her family hosted and got invited to, a task that included dressing up and going out to socialize with the friends of her parents and their children, as well as other people she could barely stand being in the same room with. She didn’t mind all that much; she liked the clothes, and she usually managed to slip away and spend most of the evening by herself. However, as soon as the event was over it was hardly unusual to see her running back to the stables to check on the horses once again. She longed to work at the farm as well instead of being locked up in her family’s house.
These parties and events, all desperate attempts made by Amelie and Marcello to get their daughter away from the stables, lasted until she was fifteen years old, and one of the trainers caught her with the horses. He finally helped her convince her parents to let her work in the stables if she agreed to certain conditions. She, of course, complied enthusiastically and quickly began her work as a stable hand. She worked her way up in positions until she was nineteen years old and was finally beginning to help train the horses, exactly what she had always wanted to do.
The more she worked with the animals, the more she grew to love the job, much to the dismay of her parents, who had assumed it was simply a phase that she would quickly outgrow once it was no longer forbidden. Rumors of their daughter started to creep their way into their inner circle, which only served to outrage the two even more. They sent her off to Kentucky to work in the stables at the school shortly after she turned twenty, and it has been her home ever since.
, and i use mouthwash and sometimes i floss !
[/color][/font]i've got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Jengo
BREED: Andalusian
DISCIPLINE: English
[/ul]
, i've got nastalgic pavements !
[/color][/font]i've got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 15, about to be sixteen.
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM or email!
Other characters: None.
Fun fact: I almost lost this app about 500 billion times and did lose it twice. Gotta love Internet Explorer.
[/size][/ul]
, i've got mixed-up memories !
[/color][/font]and I've got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Christine felt completely, absolutely awful. She hadn't spoken to any of the Players very much since the first doctor's visit, and now she was preparing the second one without having told them anything. This was supposed to be her family; she didn't feel right keeping this type of secret from them, but she was equally afraid of what Simon would do to her if he found out. She wouldn't put him past kicking her out, and that was the very thing that terrified her the most.
And now Simon was planning his seventeenth birthday party, and it went without saying that she would be expected to show up. What would she say for herself if he offered her a drink, and she refused? She was sure it would be the easiest way for him to tell, and then what would she do if he found out without her telling him? She expected it would only make things that much worse for everyone.
She wasn't quite sure what found her down in the basement; she could only guess that it was because that was where she had first met Nikki, though the true reason was unknown to her if it even existed in the first place. But she was there nevertheless, completely alone and wandering aimlessly down the hall. She was almost never alone; she hated the feeling of having no one around, and yet lately she seemed to find herself without company more and more often. The dinner with The Bangles had been the last gathering she could remember going to, and even that was something she was unsure she wanted to repeat. It hurt her to see a faculty that was so close when hers was by nature so distant.
The sight of Jagger stumbling through the hallways shook he out of her thoughts fairly sufficiently, and any musings she may have had been lost in were replaced with wondering what he was doing down there. When he disappeared into the bathrooms she felt compelled to follow him, not worried about the fact that it was the bathroom since, well, no one really went down here anyway and she doubted he actually needed to use it, or he wouldn't have specifically come down here. With that in mind, she followed down the path he had taken into the tiled room to find him collapsed against the wall in apparent pain. "Jagger," she called softly to him, green eyes widening as she knelt down next to him.
