Post by nu on Sept 4, 2009 5:48:40 GMT -5
Character Name: Sloane Taylor
Nickname: None
Age: 17
Birthday: 24th September
Place of birth: Holland
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Hair: thick wavy dark auburn
Eyes: ice blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: Undisclosed
Clothing style: Definitely not conservative. Low-cut dresses, over the knee skirts, tank tops, halter tops, skinny jeans.
Personality: Flirtatious, practically unforgiving, not too smart but not an airhead. She maybe aloof but she's quite observant. Multi-faceted at the best of times. She proudly calls herself an onion; she has many layers to her that will make someone cry as they try to dig deeper into her.
Town Area: Venice Beach
Job: Unemployed for now
Transportation: Beat up passed down grey Lincoln '69
Family Background and History: Mom is socialite Anna Russo (read: gossipmonger)
Father is banker Mitchell Taylor
Brothers are: Davey (25), Kiev (20), Lochlyn (19)
Live-in Aunt and Uncle Jenna and Remy Taylor, dad's siblings.
Sloane had a relatively easy life growing up with a well-to do father and a mother who constantly showers her with attention since she's the only girl of three boys. Her father dotes on her but even though she acts like a spoiled brat, she's pretty grounded.
She constantly looks up to her three elder brothers and pretty much picked up on their behavior as players and she has adopted most of their ways on dealing with the opposite sex. She discovered her bisexuality quite early in her teen years and doesn't seem bothered that not a lot of people feel comfortable with her around.
Her family members don't know about it yet but she has a feeling that one of her brothers have picked up on it. Again, she still isn't bothered.
Class Schedule: Drama, English, French, Calculus, Creative Writing, Chemistry
Attendance Length: Since sophomore year
After School Activities: Track and Field, Cinema Club.
Likes: Baking, boys, babes, beaches.
Dislikes: Anything that requires too much thinking. Posers, wannabes, people who are only popular because of their looks.
Other Information: She has a thing for innocent girls
Face Claim: Rachel Hurd-Wood
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: "I think I'm in love with her." The flushed look on his face told me everything without him even saying it. I was doomed. The boy I have been pining for was in love with my sworn enemy.
"Who?" intelligent me feigned ignorance, hoping he would catch the hint that I was not in the mood to talk. Thick-headed him continued. "Leia. I'm in love with Leia. Help me, girl!"
She has a name and I'm...girl?
"What do you want?" I'm quite surprised and very proud of the fact that despite everything that was happening, I was still under control; cool and calm.
"Talk to her for me. I mean you're girls...you talk don't you?" he asked. Thickheaded idiot.
If by talk you mean gouging each other's eyes out and ripping each other's hair and clothes apart then yeah sure we talk...a LOT.
"Yeah we talk." I answer simply. And then the puppy dog eyes come out; those light blue irises surrounded by intense black, hands up in a clasped manner, full lips pouting.
Uh oh. No...don't succumb to his every whim like you always do whenever that look surfaces. Oh girl, give yourself some respect. Where is your dignity and pride? Don't say yes...girl don't...say...
"Sure, I'll talk to her."
No...
His whole body visibly lights up; his eyes shine, his smile widens, the hands come up to my head and ruffle my hair, just like petting a puppy. My God. I am his bitch.
I single-handedly brought the term puppy love to a whole new level.
Great.
Nickname: None
Age: 17
Birthday: 24th September
Place of birth: Holland
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Hair: thick wavy dark auburn
Eyes: ice blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: Undisclosed
Clothing style: Definitely not conservative. Low-cut dresses, over the knee skirts, tank tops, halter tops, skinny jeans.
Personality: Flirtatious, practically unforgiving, not too smart but not an airhead. She maybe aloof but she's quite observant. Multi-faceted at the best of times. She proudly calls herself an onion; she has many layers to her that will make someone cry as they try to dig deeper into her.
Town Area: Venice Beach
Job: Unemployed for now
Transportation: Beat up passed down grey Lincoln '69
Family Background and History: Mom is socialite Anna Russo (read: gossipmonger)
Father is banker Mitchell Taylor
Brothers are: Davey (25), Kiev (20), Lochlyn (19)
Live-in Aunt and Uncle Jenna and Remy Taylor, dad's siblings.
Sloane had a relatively easy life growing up with a well-to do father and a mother who constantly showers her with attention since she's the only girl of three boys. Her father dotes on her but even though she acts like a spoiled brat, she's pretty grounded.
She constantly looks up to her three elder brothers and pretty much picked up on their behavior as players and she has adopted most of their ways on dealing with the opposite sex. She discovered her bisexuality quite early in her teen years and doesn't seem bothered that not a lot of people feel comfortable with her around.
Her family members don't know about it yet but she has a feeling that one of her brothers have picked up on it. Again, she still isn't bothered.
Class Schedule: Drama, English, French, Calculus, Creative Writing, Chemistry
Attendance Length: Since sophomore year
After School Activities: Track and Field, Cinema Club.
Likes: Baking, boys, babes, beaches.
Dislikes: Anything that requires too much thinking. Posers, wannabes, people who are only popular because of their looks.
Other Information: She has a thing for innocent girls
Face Claim: Rachel Hurd-Wood
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: "I think I'm in love with her." The flushed look on his face told me everything without him even saying it. I was doomed. The boy I have been pining for was in love with my sworn enemy.
"Who?" intelligent me feigned ignorance, hoping he would catch the hint that I was not in the mood to talk. Thick-headed him continued. "Leia. I'm in love with Leia. Help me, girl!"
She has a name and I'm...girl?
"What do you want?" I'm quite surprised and very proud of the fact that despite everything that was happening, I was still under control; cool and calm.
"Talk to her for me. I mean you're girls...you talk don't you?" he asked. Thickheaded idiot.
If by talk you mean gouging each other's eyes out and ripping each other's hair and clothes apart then yeah sure we talk...a LOT.
"Yeah we talk." I answer simply. And then the puppy dog eyes come out; those light blue irises surrounded by intense black, hands up in a clasped manner, full lips pouting.
Uh oh. No...don't succumb to his every whim like you always do whenever that look surfaces. Oh girl, give yourself some respect. Where is your dignity and pride? Don't say yes...girl don't...say...
"Sure, I'll talk to her."
No...
His whole body visibly lights up; his eyes shine, his smile widens, the hands come up to my head and ruffle my hair, just like petting a puppy. My God. I am his bitch.
I single-handedly brought the term puppy love to a whole new level.
Great.
