Post by arianna rose larabee on Jul 31, 2009 12:19:40 GMT -5
Arianna
Rose
Larabee !
[/color][/font]Rose
Larabee !
"Should've known better than trying to let you go."
[/center]Damn that girl is SCANDALOUS !
[/color][/font]The role player[/center]
x AGE: almost seventeen
x GENDER: chica for sure.
x ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE: almost five years
x OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope, none on here.[/size][/ul]
No good, you're up to NO GOOD !
[/color][/font]The character[/center]
x AGE: sixteen
x GENDER: female
x BIRTHDAY: September 21, 1992
x SEXUALITY: Straight
x CAMPER OR COUNSLER: Camper
x ACTIVITY YOU TEACH: THIS IS ONLY FOR COUNSLER
x RELATIONSHIPS: None yet.
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To tell the truth you're kind of HOT !
[/color][/font]The appearance[/center]
x EYE COLOR: Brown
x HEIGHT: 5' 5"
x WEIGHT: 125 lbs.
x STYLE: Dressy casual
x TATTOOS: None. Scared of needles.
x PIERCINGS: Ears, thinking about belly button.
x OTHER: Um, no? [/size][/ul]
When you open up to talk I can feel them going SOFT !
[/color][/font]The personality[/center]
singing, acting, popsicles, mountain dew, dr. pepper, rain, her iPod, texting, boys, puppies, Sharpies, flip flops, skater hair, flirting, the ocean, lakes, forests, bubbles, hotels, vacations, summer, air conditioner, musicals, Build-A-Bear.
x DISLIKES:
geese, thunderstorms at night, players, not being able to do what she wants, sweating, running, people trying to clap in unison (it usually doesn't end well), crying, snakes, large spiders, jeeps with no doors, very high places with no railing to keep her from falling off the edge.
x STRENGTHS: good at baking cookies, writing stories, singing, outfit coordination
x WEAKNESSES: skater hair, flirty texts, hugs.
x HABITS/QUIRKS: tilts head to the side when confused, her attention is instantly yours when you say something she cares about (Pittsburgh, friends, family, etc.)
x FEARS: drowning, falling off some high place and dying, losing a family member.
x GOALS: meet Prince Charming, have a family of her own one day, always be a kid at heart.
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You're the kind of person I'd take home to mom if my momma was DEAD !
[/color][/font]The history[/center]
x FATHER: Preston James Larabee, forty-seven, news anchor on local channel
x OTHERS: Jessica Samantha Larabee, twenty, college student, Arianna's favorite cousin
Rose Holly Sampson, forty-five, cheerleading coach, Arianna's godmother and Trina's college room mate/friend
x HOMETOWN: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
x GIVE US THE STORY:
Usually, at the stroke of midnight, you have to leave the ball before your coach turns back into a pumpkin and everything goes from riches to rags again. But for Trina Larabee, it was labor pains for the first and only time in her life. Her husband, Preston, hurried and flew into the car with his wife and drove to the hospital. After eight hours, Trina gave birth to their beautiful daughter, Arianna Rose Larabee.
Arianna grew up in a close family that always knew what everyone else was doing. She always got what she wanted, especially from one certain cousin. Jessica was four when Arianna was born, and the two have always been the sisters they always dreamed of. When Jessica graduated and went off to college, Arianna felt a bit alone, seeing as Jessica was all the way at Ohio State, which was quite far away for a fourteen year old girl who usually got what she wanted. But thanks to the amazing thing called text messaging, Arianna has been able to contact Jess in case of some sort of 'emergancy'. (AKA, boys.)
Arianna followed in Jessica's footsteps; high school musicals. Arianna had sang with the chorus from fifth grade until now, and tried out for musical freshman year. She was a munchkin in 'The Wizard of Oz' and was Ronette, one of the street urchins in 'Little Shop of Horrors' this past year. She found White Orchard online after feeling like it was about time she had a summer on her own away from her parents. After applying for the past two summers, Arianna was finally accepted and can't wait to get her life started away from her parents.[/size][/ul]
I dig your phanny-pack, riding low behind your BACK !
[/color][/font]The extras[/center]
x ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:[/size][/ul]
It was a bright, sunny Saturday morning in Hollywood, California. A sleepy Arianna Harrison rolled out of bed (much to her dismay), slipped her iPod Touch into the dock, put it on random, cranked up the volume and plodded to her bathroom. It was time to clean up from the day before and put her face on for the world. She slipped into the pink and mint green tiled step in shower and allowed the warm streams of water wash away her worries for the next half hour.
“I like, where we are, when we drive, in your car.” The sixteen year old brunette sang in her soprano voice, singing along to Hellogoodbye’s hit “Here in Your Arms” and washing her hair with coconut scented shampoo. She continued to perform for her shower head and shining silver faucets through the rest of the song and into “I Don’t Wanna Be in Love” by Good Charlotte as she massaged her hair with coconut conditioner. But as the song ended, she stepped out and onto a fluffy pink towel, waiting outside of the shower.
Arianna quickly wrapped a separate pink towel over her exposed body, praying to all things holy that there weren’t any paparazzi outside trying to get a shot of the rising starlet. At least that’s what they called her. The last magazine that she was in had a picture of her at the beach with a few other people from the cast of a show she had just guest starred in, and the waves nearly took her top off for her. Needless to say, Arianna was embarrassed, but that little blush became rosy cheeks covered in tears when the magazines blew it out of proportion. Apparently, a certain famous boy Arianna just adored was a few hundred yards down on the beach. The magazine just ate up this tidbit of a fact and said that Arianna was about to flash him when she saw the cameras. Meredith Harrison, Arianna’s mother and trust worthy agent, soon contacted the magazine, trying to straighten things out, but that call soon ended, and almost with a lawsuit.
Of course, she took far too much time getting ready this morning. She took her time doing her make up, drying her hair and picking her outfit. Eventually, Arianna needed a coffee break, so she decided to pull her wavy brown hair into a mess bun on the back of her hair and tied a bow around her head. She pulled a pair of skinny jeans with a hole ripped in the left knee over her legs and looked at her knee through the hole. Praying that she got every hair when she shaved that morning, Arianna did a quick inspection of her exposed skin. “Ugh,” she muttered. One soul survivor of her and her Venus razor was in the very middle of her bare knee. “Why couldn’t God have given girls hairless bodies, other than on their heads?”
Ignoring the hair, Arianna pulled a Tiffany’s Box colored tank top from her closest and pulled it over her head, messing up her bun in the process. Groaning, she wondered if this would be a sucky morning. She got her answer when she logged onto scandelz.org for a few minutes that morning. Yup, today was going to suck. Her picture was up next to her favorite actor’s; broadcasting the story that was in that magazine had broke a few days earlier. Scraping the idea of going out in a tank top, Arianna pulled on an off shoulder white long sleeved shirt, feeling more conservative today than usual. She slipped on her flip flops, grabbed Jasmine, let her out for a potty break, and put her tiny dog in the oversized tote bag. She was going to have to face the world sooner than later, even though she wished it was later. Arianna slipped her huge purple tinted sunglasses over her eyes and let out a huff as she walked down the sidewalk in town, being spotted by photogs.
“I like, where we are, when we drive, in your car.” The sixteen year old brunette sang in her soprano voice, singing along to Hellogoodbye’s hit “Here in Your Arms” and washing her hair with coconut scented shampoo. She continued to perform for her shower head and shining silver faucets through the rest of the song and into “I Don’t Wanna Be in Love” by Good Charlotte as she massaged her hair with coconut conditioner. But as the song ended, she stepped out and onto a fluffy pink towel, waiting outside of the shower.
Arianna quickly wrapped a separate pink towel over her exposed body, praying to all things holy that there weren’t any paparazzi outside trying to get a shot of the rising starlet. At least that’s what they called her. The last magazine that she was in had a picture of her at the beach with a few other people from the cast of a show she had just guest starred in, and the waves nearly took her top off for her. Needless to say, Arianna was embarrassed, but that little blush became rosy cheeks covered in tears when the magazines blew it out of proportion. Apparently, a certain famous boy Arianna just adored was a few hundred yards down on the beach. The magazine just ate up this tidbit of a fact and said that Arianna was about to flash him when she saw the cameras. Meredith Harrison, Arianna’s mother and trust worthy agent, soon contacted the magazine, trying to straighten things out, but that call soon ended, and almost with a lawsuit.
Of course, she took far too much time getting ready this morning. She took her time doing her make up, drying her hair and picking her outfit. Eventually, Arianna needed a coffee break, so she decided to pull her wavy brown hair into a mess bun on the back of her hair and tied a bow around her head. She pulled a pair of skinny jeans with a hole ripped in the left knee over her legs and looked at her knee through the hole. Praying that she got every hair when she shaved that morning, Arianna did a quick inspection of her exposed skin. “Ugh,” she muttered. One soul survivor of her and her Venus razor was in the very middle of her bare knee. “Why couldn’t God have given girls hairless bodies, other than on their heads?”
Ignoring the hair, Arianna pulled a Tiffany’s Box colored tank top from her closest and pulled it over her head, messing up her bun in the process. Groaning, she wondered if this would be a sucky morning. She got her answer when she logged onto scandelz.org for a few minutes that morning. Yup, today was going to suck. Her picture was up next to her favorite actor’s; broadcasting the story that was in that magazine had broke a few days earlier. Scraping the idea of going out in a tank top, Arianna pulled on an off shoulder white long sleeved shirt, feeling more conservative today than usual. She slipped on her flip flops, grabbed Jasmine, let her out for a potty break, and put her tiny dog in the oversized tote bag. She was going to have to face the world sooner than later, even though she wished it was later. Arianna slipped her huge purple tinted sunglasses over her eyes and let out a huff as she walked down the sidewalk in town, being spotted by photogs.
THE CREDITS !
[/color][/font][/center]'Sup skanks.
This application was made by koko! of CAUTION!.
So, don't steal it. Cause if you do, Koko is gonna getcha.
Oh, and the lyrics are so copywrite to Cobra Starship.[/size]
