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Post by elsie on Sept 29, 2011 12:00:17 GMT 10
-- ELSIE JANE PORTER !
-- NAME: elsie jane porter -- NICKNAMES: els -- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 18 & May 6th -- BIRTH PLACE: Capeside -- ORIENTATION: straight -- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: diner waitress && grade 12 -- PLAYED BY: imogen poots
-- PERSONALITY !
-- TALKATIVE: She never shuts up. Some people find her annoying because of that but it’s hard to be annoyed by her when she’s so sickeningly sweet. Elsie just loves being around people and being involved in their lives. Truth be told, she’s a bit lost when she’s not around someone. Els hates being alone in the house and there’s nothing that drives her more insane than being ignored at school. She has abandonment issues, though not so badly that it’s crippling, and sometimes can be a bit clingy. Since her last boyfriend broke up with her because of that issue, she’s been trying her best to lay back a little and give people space. Unfortunately that’s rather difficult for her because of the anxiety she gets when she’s without company. In her mind, she imagines all the things that could possibly go wrong. It’s the ‘what if’ questions that eat her alive when she’s alone. -- DITZY: She’s a bit of an airhead but not in the way that girls who are legitimately unintelligent are. She’s just a tad too oblivious at times and lives in her own little bubble. She doesn’t mean to be this way, of course, it’s just sort of how she is. Because of this, people often wonder if she’s dumb-- scratch that, they make assumptions that she’s less intelligent than them because of the comments she makes. Elsie’s actually quite intelligent when it comes down to everything. Sure, her marks will never be at the top of the class but she’s never failed a test in her life. Her common sense is a bit altered just because of the way she was raised; she wouldn’t fare well in a rough and tough city, but for living in Capeside, she manages well enough. -- TRUSTING: This girl is almost too trusting. She likes to believe the best in people because she hates to just assume that someone is bad. She’s the type that will accept a ride from a stranger without a single hesitation, has no problems wandering down a dark alley, and would think nothing of someone trying to use her for this or that. In her mind, people are born good and stay good until they directly hurt someone. Then and only then do they carry around an aura of ugliness which she believes she can see. She’s quite naive, when all is said and done, but nothing too bad has happened due to her insane amount of trust. At least, nothing yet.
-- LOVES: people, daisies, fishing, second hand book stores, kids, puggle puppies, sewing, tea, baking, making jewelry -- HATES: the feeling of wet leaves, the smell of coconuts, the texture of calamari, shrimp, catty girls, people that won’t hold doors open, storms, being alone, the way worms wiggle before you try to put them on a fishing hook as if they know you’re about to murder them
-- HISTORY !
For the sake of shortness, let’s just begin with the fact that little Elsie has lived in Capeside her entire life. She’s fairly sheltered due to this; although, not all the people her age who live in town are sheltered, not by a long shot. That just happens to be one of Elsie’s little quirks. The family she was born to was quite the religious one. She had the typical upbringing: her parents [Paige Byron and Taylor Porter] were high school sweethearts, they went to college, got married, had a couple of kids, and raised them ‘right’. She had one brother, Charlie, who was two years older than her. He was always the protective older brother, though when it was just the two of them they’d get on each others’ nerves like any other brother and sister.
She was practically raised in a church. That’s not to say she’s actually crazy religious or anything, but she grew up with a set of morals that hasn’t changed. She believes that you must be kind to others, you must respect the necessity of life under any circumstance, and that there must be some sort of retribution for wrongfully committed acts. She was baptized as a Christian when she was a baby and has been a member of her congregation ever since. She joined the choir-- she loved to talk, and to her singing was just a louder version of this-- and played the Virgin Mary in the Christmas play every year since she was fourteen years old. She helped out with bake sales, yard sales, holiday gatherings; essentially any event that was going on, you could find Elsie there with a smile on her face and a story to tell. Everyone in town sort of grew to love her from the beginning.
True, though she may have been well liked, there were always the few people who would be adverse to her general state of happiness. She did get picked on at times for being the ‘church girl’ which, at the time, caused her to run home and cry. She grew out of that awkward stage of young adolescence and learned to ignore the negativity that other people would sometimes throw her way. Some of the more catty girls who were at her school often though Elsie was too much of a ‘goody-goody’ and therefore ignored her. She sort of took it with a grain of salt; they didn’t want to talk to her so she saw no reason to talk to them. When she was sixteen Elsie got a job as a waitress at a local diner; she enjoys working there, though of course she doesn’t want to do that for the rest of her life. As she’s currently in her last year of school, she’s in the process of trying to figure out just what it is she wants to do. Though she has a vague idea of a few career paths, nothing yet has really cemented in her head.
-- SAMPLE !
Gwendolyn fiddled with her feather earrings and suddenly felt very plain and unsightly in comparison to the Valley girls who were fluttering about backstage. The scene was nothing out of the ordinary: tan legs, short skirts, blonde hair, expensive clothing. In comparison, Gwen was fair skinned, red haired, wearing clothes for the average folk, and didn’t fancy showing her butt to every person she walked in front of. She had originally thought that she looked alright, at least alright enough to go to a concert, but now she just felt...small, insignificant. Not to mention cheap. She’d never been ashamed of her family’s living situation but being surrounded by these sorts of people just made her all the more aware of their differences.
Gwen nodded at his question, her eyes once more looking around the area to see if he’d arrived yet. No such luck, either that or he’d already been flocked by a group of females and would only come up for air once they had their way with him. ”That’s why I’m here,” she said, deciding that acting as shy as she felt wasn’t good and instead she would use her real words. Gwendolyn wasn’t one to let the presence of another person stop her from acting like she wanted to. She was calm and well composed, if not a little uptight and stubborn, but kind at heart. There was not a chance that she was going to pretend to be something else just to get this man to bend to her every will and fancy.
Since she had seen every single interview Azure Royalty had ever done, the fact that Oliver called Duke, Dougie, wasn’t too much of a shook to her. It had happened in exactly three out of 37 interviews and each time Oliver let the name slip, Duke was quick to distract the interviewer and move on to another question. Gwendolyn did find herself furrowing her brow slightly when the guitarist said his fellow band mate’s name with such distain. Why did he hate him so much? Gwen wanted to ask him but knew that if she did, the chances of him helping her meet Duke Douglas would be drastically lowered. Truth be told, she was quite surprised he hadn’t called security on her.
Rather than jumping at his suggestion like the average obsessed fan might, she had to take a minute to consider his offer. On the one hand, he was right: she wouldn’t be bothered if she stuck with him. There was the small part where she didn’t know how he expected her to save him from the crazy groupies, essentially since she technically was one of the crazy groupies. But the third thing was, how was she to trust that he would take her to see Duke Douglas? It was no secret that the two boys did not get along. Why would he let Duke do something like introduce himself to a fan when he knew that would inflate Duke’s ego and only add to Gwen’s love for the singer?
They were all very valid questions but in the end she kept them to herself. She much preferred to see how things were going to play out. ”Alright,” she said. Her hazel eyes peered at him for a moment. ”I know who you are,” she said. ”Why would I only know who one of the members of my favourite band is? That’s absurd.” She wasn’t stating that rudely, but she was not particularly emotive in her statement, either. No, she was trying to keep any extreme emotion at bay for the time being. In reality, she wanted to slap Oliver-- Ollie- for almost breaking up the band, but at the same time her knees were demanding that they be allowed to melt.
Right, her name. He’d asked for that. She guessed she ought to oblige. ”My name is Gwen,” she said, a bit formally, but it was better than the girls at the edge of the room that seemed like they’d spell out their names in cherry stems for him. Her arms hung limply at her sides yet she stood tall within herself, but couldn’t help but feel the stares of the girls around her. ”What exactly does this ‘protecting you’ duty entail? I don’t exactly deal with those sorts of girls on a daily basis,” she asked. Or ever, really. She tried to avoid the richies of Orange County as best as she could. It wasn’t as if they’d ever associate with her.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: beth -- AGE: 18 -- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: velociraptor, anxious, hungry -- HOW YOU FOUND US: through the lovely mel <3
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Post by * NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN on Sept 29, 2011 12:27:19 GMT 10
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