Post by star on Nov 2, 2007 20:46:07 GMT -6
Full Name;; Star Capricorn Lennon Yates.
Username;; star.
Age;; Sixteen.
Personality;;
You couldn't really say Star is an um people person. Not at all. Actually, she'd rather not talk to or see people in general. She likes her peace and quiet. It's not that she doesn't like to talk or anything. She doesn't have anything against talking; she has just never been able to get along with very many people. So you can see why she usually keeps to herself, right? Since she isn't exactly a social person, Star doesn't have very many friends at all if any. She's got a decent head between her shoulders, so she's pretty good in most things academic. Most being key word here. In muggle primary and secondary, she always had trouble with Science, when she went to Hogwarts, Potions.
Like most teenagers, Star is a recovering music junkie. Star has a very serious case of OCD. So stepping into her bedroom is kind of shocking. Okay so say you were doing this for the first time, okay? This is probably what you would see: A bookshelf with all the books neat and tidy, complete with book ends, a perfectly made bed, no dirty clothes on the floor, a neat dirty clothes hamper in the corner.
Spicandspan. Weird, huh. Star got billions of hobbies. And when i say billions, i seriously mean it. When she has free time [if ever], she always has something to keep herself entertained. The most odd thing about Star though, is that she doesn't date period. It's not her thing, so she says. Believes it's totally overrated.
Appearance;;
Weather Star likes it or not, she really is a very pretty girl. She was born with a headful of thick [for a newborn anyway] chestnut brown hair. Dark brown eyes, the kind that make her always look serious, even if she's trying to be the exact opposite. Very pale skin, so pale they wondered if she was stillborn for a moment until she started bawling. Clear skin other than a cute freckle on her right cheek. Always a very thin child.
As Star started growing older, her was was becoming clouded with blemishes. Her hair grew longer, a bit past her shoulders, kind of shaggy. Her chestnut brown hair changes as well, she dyed it to black, and when she got bored with that, she bleached the top of her head blonde. As she got a little bit older still, she decided that she was pretty phucking sick of her blemishes, so she kind of attacked her face with any and every treatments she could and eventually, her face was clear again. Star was still as thin as she had always been. Usually seen in 'hippie' clothes. Peace signs, tie die tees, rainbows, suns with golden beams attached to it, bell bottoms, and Converse.
Picture of character;; signature.
Who is your celeb?;; um, i don't really have one...
History [at least two paragraphs];;
Star was born in a great city of San Fransisco. At Haight-Ashbury to be exact. In her parent's apartment. At the realization of being pregnant, Star's parents, let's just say got a little less "glassy-eyed". If it isn't obvious by Star's name, I'll just tell you her parent's were total hippies. All for peace in the world. Though, they weren't the type that were against every war that came up. If their country was going to war for a good thing they would totally support it. If their country wasn't though, the Yateses' would be the first you'd see at a protest.
So naturally, Star's mother, Capricorn, wanted her birth natural. No hospitals, no drugs. Just her mid-wife and husband. Even after her pain was becoming really intense never did the word 'drugs' escape her mouth. Au naturale all the way, baby.
Star grew up a vegetarian, though her mother didn't do anything stupid and give her soy milk when she was supposed to be breast-feeding. But otherwise, the family was totally vegetarian. Her parents always taught her to make her mistakes, learn from them, don't judge a book by its cover, and any path you take we'll still love you. As a child, Star was pretty happy. Until two things happened in her life: She met a girl named Stevie. Fourteen she already knew she liked little girls more than boys. So she meets this girl and she falls heels over head for her. Actually, you could probably say the two of them were pretty in love. Which was totally great for little Star, right? Well, that was until her parents had announced they were moving. To England, of all places. Hell, she probably would have been more happy with Bumfuk, Egypt. Anyway, moving to England, living with Granny Gloria until her parents found a place, and sending her to some godforsaken place called Hogwarts. I mean come on, the girl was homeschooled. What were they thinking?
Star, like any other normal girl would do, threatens to run away, begs to stay, all that jazz. But either way, if her parents have to duct tape her and throw her onto the plane, or she comes voluntarily, she is going. So, Star spends all of her time with Stevie before she leaves, gives her Star's grandmother's telephone number and address so they can keep in contact. They leave. Guess what poor Star gets to hear when she gets to her granny's? 'Oh by the way, Capricorn, someone called and said a little boy, i think name Stevie died yesterday.' Yeah. Star never really got over it. She didn't grieve properly. She didn't even cry actually. The way i see it she'll probably never get over it. Instead of grieving, Star turned herself into a workaholic, shutting herself up in a shell.
Likes;;
[x] Girls
[x] Reading
[x] School
[x] Jigsaw puzzles
[x] Girls
[x] Clothes
[x] Jewelry
[x] Candy
[x] Sex
[x] Girls
[x] Haight-Ashbury
Dislikes;;
[x] Homophobes
[x] Boredom
[x] Exhaustion
[x] Homophobes
[x] Pickles
[x] Dresses
[x] England
[x] Winter
Sample RP;;
From another site yehh.
Username;; star.
Age;; Sixteen.
Personality;;
You couldn't really say Star is an um people person. Not at all. Actually, she'd rather not talk to or see people in general. She likes her peace and quiet. It's not that she doesn't like to talk or anything. She doesn't have anything against talking; she has just never been able to get along with very many people. So you can see why she usually keeps to herself, right? Since she isn't exactly a social person, Star doesn't have very many friends at all if any. She's got a decent head between her shoulders, so she's pretty good in most things academic. Most being key word here. In muggle primary and secondary, she always had trouble with Science, when she went to Hogwarts, Potions.
Like most teenagers, Star is a recovering music junkie. Star has a very serious case of OCD. So stepping into her bedroom is kind of shocking. Okay so say you were doing this for the first time, okay? This is probably what you would see: A bookshelf with all the books neat and tidy, complete with book ends, a perfectly made bed, no dirty clothes on the floor, a neat dirty clothes hamper in the corner.
Spicandspan. Weird, huh. Star got billions of hobbies. And when i say billions, i seriously mean it. When she has free time [if ever], she always has something to keep herself entertained. The most odd thing about Star though, is that she doesn't date period. It's not her thing, so she says. Believes it's totally overrated.
Appearance;;
Weather Star likes it or not, she really is a very pretty girl. She was born with a headful of thick [for a newborn anyway] chestnut brown hair. Dark brown eyes, the kind that make her always look serious, even if she's trying to be the exact opposite. Very pale skin, so pale they wondered if she was stillborn for a moment until she started bawling. Clear skin other than a cute freckle on her right cheek. Always a very thin child.
As Star started growing older, her was was becoming clouded with blemishes. Her hair grew longer, a bit past her shoulders, kind of shaggy. Her chestnut brown hair changes as well, she dyed it to black, and when she got bored with that, she bleached the top of her head blonde. As she got a little bit older still, she decided that she was pretty phucking sick of her blemishes, so she kind of attacked her face with any and every treatments she could and eventually, her face was clear again. Star was still as thin as she had always been. Usually seen in 'hippie' clothes. Peace signs, tie die tees, rainbows, suns with golden beams attached to it, bell bottoms, and Converse.
Picture of character;; signature.
Who is your celeb?;; um, i don't really have one...
History [at least two paragraphs];;
Star was born in a great city of San Fransisco. At Haight-Ashbury to be exact. In her parent's apartment. At the realization of being pregnant, Star's parents, let's just say got a little less "glassy-eyed". If it isn't obvious by Star's name, I'll just tell you her parent's were total hippies. All for peace in the world. Though, they weren't the type that were against every war that came up. If their country was going to war for a good thing they would totally support it. If their country wasn't though, the Yateses' would be the first you'd see at a protest.
So naturally, Star's mother, Capricorn, wanted her birth natural. No hospitals, no drugs. Just her mid-wife and husband. Even after her pain was becoming really intense never did the word 'drugs' escape her mouth. Au naturale all the way, baby.
Star grew up a vegetarian, though her mother didn't do anything stupid and give her soy milk when she was supposed to be breast-feeding. But otherwise, the family was totally vegetarian. Her parents always taught her to make her mistakes, learn from them, don't judge a book by its cover, and any path you take we'll still love you. As a child, Star was pretty happy. Until two things happened in her life: She met a girl named Stevie. Fourteen she already knew she liked little girls more than boys. So she meets this girl and she falls heels over head for her. Actually, you could probably say the two of them were pretty in love. Which was totally great for little Star, right? Well, that was until her parents had announced they were moving. To England, of all places. Hell, she probably would have been more happy with Bumfuk, Egypt. Anyway, moving to England, living with Granny Gloria until her parents found a place, and sending her to some godforsaken place called Hogwarts. I mean come on, the girl was homeschooled. What were they thinking?
Star, like any other normal girl would do, threatens to run away, begs to stay, all that jazz. But either way, if her parents have to duct tape her and throw her onto the plane, or she comes voluntarily, she is going. So, Star spends all of her time with Stevie before she leaves, gives her Star's grandmother's telephone number and address so they can keep in contact. They leave. Guess what poor Star gets to hear when she gets to her granny's? 'Oh by the way, Capricorn, someone called and said a little boy, i think name Stevie died yesterday.' Yeah. Star never really got over it. She didn't grieve properly. She didn't even cry actually. The way i see it she'll probably never get over it. Instead of grieving, Star turned herself into a workaholic, shutting herself up in a shell.
Likes;;
[x] Girls
[x] Reading
[x] School
[x] Jigsaw puzzles
[x] Girls
[x] Clothes
[x] Jewelry
[x] Candy
[x] Sex
[x] Girls
[x] Haight-Ashbury
Dislikes;;
[x] Homophobes
[x] Boredom
[x] Exhaustion
[x] Homophobes
[x] Pickles
[x] Dresses
[x] England
[x] Winter
Sample RP;;
From another site yehh.
Okay, so Little Miss Sunshine had been kind of anti-social. But it was all good now, she was bouncing back awfully quickly :]. Although, poor Roxxi still seemed not to know anyone. Damien had disappeared off of the face of the earth as well as Rachelle. It was depressing really. It was a wonder the girl had managed to pull herself out of the depression she had been in. I mean, come on, she had moved form San Fransisco to Paris, her dad was marrying some deranged physco woman that was her mother; that was blow to any teenage girl, she still didn't seem to have any friends she could go to and just bitch until her heart was content, and her girlfriend seemed to be like. Gone-ish. So, yeah, all in all stuff seemed to be pretty much terrible for Roxanne. The only way she could manage not to get depressed. Again; was to keep herself occupied.
BOOM!
"Holy shit," Roxanne woke up with a start. Wtf? Roxxi looked at the girl next to her as if she had lost her mind. " Sorry Roxxi," mumbled a groggy room mate, turning off an alarm clock that had made a sound equivalent to hearing a bomb going off. "What the hell was that?" Roxxi asked frowned at the dark haired girl in the bed next to hers. "My new alarm clock," the girl grinned. "My mum sent it to me for my birthday," she explained. "If you hit the snooze button so many times it explodes." Roxxi's dark eyes widened the size of saucers. It exploded? Yeah, it was pretty freaking amazing to Roxanne. I mean, it was a clock, that exploded and put itself back together. Then again, she was a muggle-born so pretty much anything and eveything that had to do with the magical world amazed her.
"Uh huh," Roxxi murmured, throwing her blanket off of herself, and practically skipping over to her wardrobe. "What time is it?" she called, not bothering to look away from her wardrobe, trying to pick out something to wear. "Three thirty." Came her reply. Fxck. Three thirty? Roxxi shook her head, gawd she needed to get on a regular schedule again. She had been practically nocturnal for the past month. "What to wear, what to wear," Roxxi murmured to herself.
Aha! She found it :]. Oh my, she had almost forgotten she had that. Mmmhm. It had been her favorite outfit for quite a while, it was pretty obvious from the fuchsia patches on her blue jeans. Tossing her thoughts aside, Roxxi quickly sheded her pajamas, and slipped her new outfit on in their place. She rested her hands on her hips, her lips pursed looking at her reflection in the mirror. A few things seemed to be missing... but what? As if the girl had received an electric shock, she darted over to her jewelry box, and pulled out a necklace, quickly putting it on herself. She frowned again, staring at her feet which were bare of everything except for socks.
Yeah. She probably didn't need to forget shoes, so with that, she bounded back to her wardrobe and slipped on a pair of hot pink shoes. Then quickly put on some eyeliner. Yeah. Getting ready for miss Delaney was one big fxcking job :].
With that, she left the room and soon found herself in the enchanted woods. "You are my sunnnshiiiine, my only sunnnnshiiiiine, you make me happpyyyy, when skies a graaaay, you'll never know deaaar, how much I loveee youu, please don't take my sunshine awaaay." She blinked, looking slightly confused. Did her ears decieve her? Or had she really gotten a text message? She took her phone out of her pocket and gasped. She had! No one had texted her in ages. The grin that had curved onto her lips was probably the most genuine smile anyone was bound to see that day.
Staring down at her phone as she walked, she began texting away. Aaand since she wasn't looking at anything but the screen on her cell phone, she wasn't paying to anything that was going on around her. If she had she would have noticed the big tree root sticking out of the ground. Naturally, she tripped over it and grabbed the first thing she could, which just so happened to belong to someone. Imagine that.
Of course, Roxxi wasn't nearly as strong as she would have liked to have been, so the shirt, whoever it belonged to, slipped from her grip, and she fell to the ground. She cursed under her breath, staring at the ground before looking up, a nervous grin on her face. "Sorry 'bout that, man."
BOOM!
"Holy shit," Roxanne woke up with a start. Wtf? Roxxi looked at the girl next to her as if she had lost her mind. " Sorry Roxxi," mumbled a groggy room mate, turning off an alarm clock that had made a sound equivalent to hearing a bomb going off. "What the hell was that?" Roxxi asked frowned at the dark haired girl in the bed next to hers. "My new alarm clock," the girl grinned. "My mum sent it to me for my birthday," she explained. "If you hit the snooze button so many times it explodes." Roxxi's dark eyes widened the size of saucers. It exploded? Yeah, it was pretty freaking amazing to Roxanne. I mean, it was a clock, that exploded and put itself back together. Then again, she was a muggle-born so pretty much anything and eveything that had to do with the magical world amazed her.
"Uh huh," Roxxi murmured, throwing her blanket off of herself, and practically skipping over to her wardrobe. "What time is it?" she called, not bothering to look away from her wardrobe, trying to pick out something to wear. "Three thirty." Came her reply. Fxck. Three thirty? Roxxi shook her head, gawd she needed to get on a regular schedule again. She had been practically nocturnal for the past month. "What to wear, what to wear," Roxxi murmured to herself.
Aha! She found it :]. Oh my, she had almost forgotten she had that. Mmmhm. It had been her favorite outfit for quite a while, it was pretty obvious from the fuchsia patches on her blue jeans. Tossing her thoughts aside, Roxxi quickly sheded her pajamas, and slipped her new outfit on in their place. She rested her hands on her hips, her lips pursed looking at her reflection in the mirror. A few things seemed to be missing... but what? As if the girl had received an electric shock, she darted over to her jewelry box, and pulled out a necklace, quickly putting it on herself. She frowned again, staring at her feet which were bare of everything except for socks.
Yeah. She probably didn't need to forget shoes, so with that, she bounded back to her wardrobe and slipped on a pair of hot pink shoes. Then quickly put on some eyeliner. Yeah. Getting ready for miss Delaney was one big fxcking job :].
With that, she left the room and soon found herself in the enchanted woods. "You are my sunnnshiiiine, my only sunnnnshiiiiine, you make me happpyyyy, when skies a graaaay, you'll never know deaaar, how much I loveee youu, please don't take my sunshine awaaay." She blinked, looking slightly confused. Did her ears decieve her? Or had she really gotten a text message? She took her phone out of her pocket and gasped. She had! No one had texted her in ages. The grin that had curved onto her lips was probably the most genuine smile anyone was bound to see that day.
Staring down at her phone as she walked, she began texting away. Aaand since she wasn't looking at anything but the screen on her cell phone, she wasn't paying to anything that was going on around her. If she had she would have noticed the big tree root sticking out of the ground. Naturally, she tripped over it and grabbed the first thing she could, which just so happened to belong to someone. Imagine that.
Of course, Roxxi wasn't nearly as strong as she would have liked to have been, so the shirt, whoever it belonged to, slipped from her grip, and she fell to the ground. She cursed under her breath, staring at the ground before looking up, a nervous grin on her face. "Sorry 'bout that, man."
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