presley illiana rhodes

[affy]

-- PRESLEY ILLIANA RHODES !

-- Name: Presley Illiana Rhodes
-- Nicknames: Pres, Elvis
-- Age & Birthday: 27, Forth February
-- Birth Place: Tennessee
-- Orientation: Hetro
-- Occupation : Kindergarten Teacher
-- Played By: Rosie Huntington-Whitely

-- PERSONALITY !

-- RANDOM: While easily the most entertaining, Presley is also the most embarrassing friend to have. She is always doing something to draw attention to herself. Whether its dancing in the supermarket, or skipping down the street in fairy wings pretending to be Tinkerbelle there's rarely a time where at least one person is looking at her funny. It’s lucky she’s got some semblance of musical ability, because she loves to sing whatever random song that comes into her head, and sing it at the top of her lungs. Regardless of where she is, or who she is with. She’s the girl that always picked dare when it came to truth or dare. There's almost nothing she’s not willing to try at least once. Pres is the kind of girl who’d rock up to your house in the middle of the night and serenade you through the window, or drag all her bedding into the lounge room and make a tent out of it. She’s always quoting lines from various movies or trying to pull off some ridiculous accent. Most of the time it’s purely for her own amusement, though she does get a kick out of making other people laugh.
-- AFFECTIONATE: Presley is certainly not shy when it comes to expressing herself. She will not hesitate fly tackle welcome someone whether she saw them last year or last week. Hugs are pretty much her favorite things in the world, and she gives them out quite liberally. Presley is a little oblivious when it comes to personal space, she will literally to just plant herself on people, whether its in their lap or otherwise. At home she rarely sleeps in her own bed in favor of someone else’s, which her male roommates girlfriends obviously don’t like so much. However it’s not remotely sexual, she just likes to be close to people. As flirty as she comes across, she has no game at all when it comes to guys that shes legit interested in. Actually, its the only time you'll ever see a hint of shyness in her otherwise exuberant personality, though even then its still only a hint.
-- MOTHERLY: Pres has always had a strong maternal side. Even as a little girl she was always the mother hen of the family, and with four younger brothers she had plenty of siblings to fuss over. With parents who were both successful, and thus, busy, she took it upon herself to make sure her brothers didnt get into too much trouble. However her mothering is not confined to her brothers, or the five year olds she teaches everyday, everyone else in her life gets a taste of it too. With her huge heart and love of kids Presley would have been quite content with marrying young, pumping out a bunch of kids, and be a stay at mom. However her mother, whose advice she treats like gospel, was the one who persuaded her to go into teaching. And shes grateful for that.

-- LOVES: mexican, strawberries and cream, the beach, boys, blue eyes, afros, kids, swings, climbing things, dancing in public, pranks, throwing popcorn at the movies, hugs, kisses, sleepovers, piggy back rides, arts and crafts, ferry boats, go karts, horses, snowfights, foodfights, waterfights, rugby, fireworks, dancing in the rain, monster trucks.
-- HATES: smokers, animal cruelty, sexism, lavender, tomatoes, canned fish, sitting around, being alone, scary movies, people who are too serious, people being angry at her, arguments, liars, cheaters, negativity.

-- HISTORY !

Presley had pretty cruisy childhood, born first child, and first grandchild, into a wealthy family meant she was very spoiled, getting everything a little child could ever want or desire. Not that she needed the ridiculous amount of toys and pets that her parents lavished her with, from an early age she had a vibrant imagination, and her talent for creating adventure out of the most ordinary situations made her popular with the rest of the kids. When she was five however, her mom, who couldn’t handle the constant criticism from her mother in law, finally persuaded her husband to move to somewhere further from his parents. Being old fashioned they didn’t agree with her wanting to work and raise Presley, instead of being solely a housewife. It would take two more moves, and two more school, before they finally settled at Capeside.

Presley did fairly well in school, but with a short attention span and a penchant for daydreaming in class she didn’t get the grades that she could have, She did, however, excel at sports, becoming a integral part of both the soccer and basketball teams during her time at grade school. Things picked up academically for her in high school with the hiring of a tutor, and by the time she graduated she was at the top of most of her classes. After that she took a year off and went traveling, backpacking through Europe before crossing the equator to visit Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Hawaii, Tonga and Samoa. With that amazing twelve months behind her she returned to America to study teaching at UCLA, which she had chosen because it was the same place her mother had gone to. College life treated her well, her infectious personality soon made her lots of friends, and while she wasn’t a big drinker she attended her fair share of parties. By graduation she was feeling pretty homesick and moved back to Capeside, and got herself a job teaching at the local primary school.

-- SAMPLE !

He’d known it was a stupid idea to come here, known it before he stepped off the plane, known it before he’d even arranged the flight out, but he’d come anyway. He had a whole wide world, enough money to go off the map indefinitely, by no exaggeration, and yet, like any good masochist, he’d ended up in exactly the worst possible place for him to be right now. Because by being here, sooner or later it was going to bring him face to face with the girl who was at the heart of all his problems. Quinn Rockefeller was like a beautiful, malicious drug, an addiction he just couldn’t seem to break, and he hated her for it. Maybe hate was too strong a word, frustration was probably closer to it, she annoyed the fuck out of him a lot of the time, brought him to a point where he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more, rip her clothes off, or put his fist through a wall. More often then not, he opted for the first of these, angry sex with Quinn was always especially good. In the beginning he’d gotten her all riled up on purpose like that, and it hadn’t been hard, he knew all the right buttons to push, knew just how far to push things. But then it all got out of hand, the fights getting worse and worse, and ending with slammed doors instead of lying in each others arms. And Rafe, being Rafe, aka a bloody idiot, had replaced these lapses with other women, a lot of other women. Cheating seemed to only get easier the more he did it, his conscience didn’t even bother trying to make him feel guilty for it anymore, he’d become immune to it. The first time had been the worst, he’d felt so disgusted with himself, wondering how he was going to own up to it, how on earth he could make things right, if he actually could. But then she had found out, and to his surprise, had decided to retaliate. No matter how hypocritical it was, that had pissed him off, he couldn’t stand the thought of her being with some other guy, so of course, being the prick that he was, instead of trying to work things out he’d just cheated right back. They’d probably still be doing it, if she hadnt crossed that line, the one unbearable, intolerable line.

His best friend.

Draining his glass, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Further and further back, until he felt pleasantly detached enough to turn to the girl who’d just said down beside him and offer her an almost heartfelt smile. He opened his mouth to ask her name, but his eyes landed on a familiar fall of blonde hair and the words died on his tongue. Pushing himself up, he took a few steps, out of the lights at the bar and into the shadows, his gaze not leaving those of his ex. He felt anger flash through him, hotter, as the guy she was dancing with lowered his mouth to her neck. All he could think about was his best friend holding her like that, his best friend kissing her like that, and in that moment all his hate and frustration and torment had been transferred to this poor unsuspecting guy who had know idea what he’d gotten himself into. It took every lick of self control he had not to cross the room and knock the guy clean out, but somehow he managed it. He was relieved however, and low key smug when Quinn, unnerved by his unwavering gaze, pulled out of the boys arms and retreated towards the door. He wasn’t sure how much longer his tolerance would have held. Glancing across the room again he rolled his eyes to find the guy with his arms already around another girl, and hesitating fractionally, he turned towards the door. “quinn..” he murmured, his voice low, husky. And for a split second there was softness in his dark brown eyes, before they hardened again, and he snickered, “whats the rush cinderella, midnight already?”

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: affy
-- AGE: oldddd
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: indecisive, creative, sarcastic
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: link on another site

[jesse]

I have to ask you to run this through a case converter. We won't read it until it has proper capitalization. Also, at the top, I need you to write out all of the playbys name and what kind of teacher she is.

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[affy]

Sorry about that, but I thinkkkk its all fixed now. Hopefully.

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[ashley]

Hey there! Just a couple of things. Your application is good, although I would suggest that you go through and proof read it. There are a good amount of things that read a bit awkwardly, as well as minor mistakes (such as places where you should have an apostrophe, your/you're mistake i saw at one point, etc). They're relatively small issues, although they happen frequently enough to where I feel like you may want to go through it again.

Also, please expand on some of the personality traits. We ask that you have a couple hundred words for each trait, at the very least.

Your application title is formatted incorrectly as well. It should be 'first middle last'.

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[affy]

i swear i read over it before i posted, but not closely enough it seems. i can totally see where your coming from on some of the sentencing. fixed up everything i could see that was wrong and lengthened the traits, so if it isnt alright this time then i give up -___-

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[jesse]

-- ACCEPTED !

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