robyn alyssa carter

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-- ROBYN ALYSSA CARTER !

-- NAME: Robyn Alyssa Carter
-- NICKNAMES: Flyer
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 21 years old, November 3rd
-- BIRTH PLACE: New York
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (When really drunk that tends to sway...)
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Artist, ballet dancer, and singer - Senior in college
-- SECRET: 048. You always cross your fingers when you make promises
-- PLAYED BY: Emmy Rossum

-- PERSONALITY !

-- FLIRTATIOUS: Robyn is perhaps one of the most flirty and outgoing girls there is out there. This is mainly just a show so people don't see how sad she really is on the inside, but that's not to say Robyn doesn't like flirting. In fact, it's one of her most favorite parties. She'll do almost anything at parties to get someone's attention, which can be good but can also lead to disaster. She's known to often wake up with people she never knew existed, and do things of the rather obscene and unspeakable, all to get attention. Now, Robyn's not obnoxious or mean to get attention - she just appears as the kind of person someone wants to be around. Which is weird, because when she attended the boarding schools, she was one of the most nerdy people alive.
-- GOSSIPMONSTER: Spreading rumors is one of Robyn's favorite pastimes, and she's also very, very good at it. So good, in fact, that people rarely know that she starts them. The girl seems to live off of gossip and going behind people's backs, not to say that she makes and loses friends left to right - the people who are her friends know and love her for what she is. And if what she is is a total rumor-starter, that's okay for them, because Robyn likes people for who they are. And chances are that if she gossips about you, she doesn't like you for who you are. The point in fact is this: Robyn spreads rumors and gossips about those she doesn't like. The people she loves, the girl protects at all costs.
-- CREATIVE: At Juilliard, Robyn is majoring in dance and also vocals. And out of school she is almost constantly drawing, doodling, or something else like it. Thus, she's deemed publicly and by her mom as "creative". Singing is second nature to her - she grew up with it, and sings all the time, often while she's drawing. Besides singing, since she was built well for it, Robyn practically dances through life. When she's with her friends, she'll leap down the sidewalk, swaying and dodging to the rhythm constantly in her head. She makes a spectacle of herself, but she's not afraid to showoff.

-- LOVES:
• To wear those sweatpants that say "juicy" on the butt
• Eating Chinese food
• Eating Mexican food
• To dance
• To drink
• To party
• To draw
• To write poems and stories
• The flute - she can't play it, but she wants to know how
• Violins. She totally geeks out about them.
• TO GOSSIP AND SPREAD RUMORS. <3
-- HATES:
• People who think they're better than everyone else
• People who were born with money in their hands (and brag about it)
• Brussel sprouts
• Academics
• Cold, wet weather
• Hangovers
• Haters
• Getting sick
• Politics - she avoids them as much as possible
• Writing her name in cursive. She can't do it.
• Getting on down escalators

-- HISTORY !

Robyn Alyssa Carter was born as an only child on November 3rd to a ridiculously rich family. They owned several townhouses in the city, and the best part was that Robyn got to attend boarding schools her entire life, and she never had to deal with the terror of public school. She did, however, get involved with drugs, smoking, and alcohol her senior year at an academy, and was sent to rehab the summer before she started college.

The drugs and everything was your typical story - peer pressure. Robyn went to a party, her first party in high school. (She had so few friends, she never went to any.) Since she was never thought of as "cool" by anyone, and she wanted to fit in so badly, she took the meth, she took the vodka, and she took her sweater off. It was the best night of her life, in her opinion. Robyn had finally let loose it seemed, but that wouldn't last for long. Two days after, she took meth again, and every day again after that. She'd do anything to stay buzzed, and eventually that meant wasting her money that she had saved so long to buy a car for college. Her mom found out, and sent her to a rehab facility in the hospital. Robyn realized her mistake, and made an effort to gain back those 3 months she had wasted to the monster, and escaped the hospital in 2 months. Luckily, she was a hard worker and turned in all her school work before the year ended, and Juilliard was still a possibility. This was the first big mistake in her life, and also the first time she had flirted with anyone, which started something bigger than Robyn herself.

When she applied to Juilliard, her dream school, her parents had tons of money and Alyssa had everything she could ever want. For the first two years of college, everything was fine - Alyssa was healthy mentally and physically again, her parents had money, and Alyssa was finding talents of hers she never knew existed. She made friends, went to parties, pulled all nighters to write papers, it was normal college life.

That was, until her father died. Her mom now had to fund a single child at Juilliard all alone, and that was quite a difficult thing for one person to do. In order to keep her daughter at the school, Diane Carter sold both of their town houses. Since Robyn was so upset about her father, Diane sent her daughter here - to Capeside - to get it off her mind as much as possible. Robyn came back to New York talking about how wonderful the place was, and convinced her mother to move out here.

Now Robyn spends her summers here, and comes back home as much as physically possible. And although she still mourns for her father and her previous father, she is much more appreciative of what she has now - and tries to hide the sadness within with her flirting.

-- SAMPLE !

Well, now he's done it. Kyle has officially fucked up. Like no other. He looked down at the bread in his hands and then back up to the girl. She looked angry. No, not just angry. Freaking pissed off. Her face flushed and Kyle winced at her expression as well as her tone of voice. This girl was freaking pissed off, and with good reason. Kyle realized what he had done was stupid, and probably confusing to look at. But had the girl been able to read thoughts she might understand what was going on. At least, Kyle hoped that was the truth. Grimacing, Kyle swallowed the rest of the bread and put the twisty tie back on her bag of bread. It was the least he could do.

But before he could hold it out to her, the girl stormed off. Into the sun. Crap. Sunlight. Darkness was better, but... Oh well. Kyle didn't need this girl. He could do fine on his own. Now he had food, so he would be able survive for about... Three more hours. Well, that was a very minor comfort. Kyle looked down at the bread in his hands, swearing silently to himself. Why did he have to be such a douche? I mean, what was a little hunger? Ah, what was he kidding? It wasn't just a little hunger. It was insane hunger. And, what did that mean? Kyle had no clue. No clue what had happened to him, no clue what he was doing. No clue what he could do. After all, he was completely alone.

Actually, that wasn't absolutely true. Kyle wasn't all alone, there was still that girl. But, after all, would she really help him? He had stolen her bread. However, it looked like that girl had money on her. She could buy more bread. At least, he hoped so. For if she did help him, that girl would need to buy him more food. A loaf of bread could on last so long. Like, about 5 hours.

So, it was decided. Kyle had come to a conclusion, and that was to go after this girl. Explain to her what happened, give her her bread back, and maybe she could help him figure out what the hell was happening to him. Except, that seemed a bit hopeful. Who knows if this girl would even look at him after what he did. But, that was a bit extreme. For God's sake, it was just a loaf of bread! They don't cost that much. Grimacing, Kyle shoved one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bread, and heaved a sigh. Time to chase after a girl.

As Kyle was starting to leave the alley, he looked down and realized the girl had dropped her sunglasses. Yet another reason to chase after her. He bent down to pick them up, realizing that he had forgotten his backpack farther back in the alley. Sighing with slight frustration, Kyle ran back to grab it after picking up the sunglasses. Then, when he was walking out of the alley, he picked up the bright green golfball that she had also dropped, and proceeded onto the sidewalk. Now, he hadn't been keeping track of how long it had been since the girl had left. But, looking back at it, it seemed like it had been over 5 minutes. That means she would've gotten herself a good distance away from him. With good reason, too. Who would stay around a kid like Kyle? Especially after what she had witnessed.

Gathering up as much courage as he could muster, Kyle started his way down the sidewalk at a walk. People were walking slow. Too slow. Several times, he got stuck behind a group of people who were just strolling along, and Kyle had the urge to kick him. Couldn't they realize he had to catch that girl? Kyle smirked. "That" girl. She hadn't even had the courtesy to give him her freaking name. Some lady, she was. Shaking distracting thoughts out of his head, Kyle realized he probably wasn't going to catch her unless he picked up his pace. Groaning lightly, Kyle started running.

The sun was beating down on him as he ran, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. Black skinny jeans, hot weather, and running were NOT a very good combination. But he didn't let that get to his head - this girl had to help him. Kyle didn't know why, or even how, but he was going to force this girl to help him. Great plan, Kyle. How was that going to work? After all, you were with her for not even 10 minutes and she already ran away from you.

The farther he got down the street, the more his panic grew. Kyle couldn't see the girl anywhere amongst the throngs of people. He knew what he had to do, but... Well, this was going to be awkward, and he was definitely going to get a few stares after this. "HEY!" Kyle shouted out, already gathering a few people's looks. "HEY. HEY YOU! BREAD GIRL! YOU FORGOT YOUR SUNGLASSES! AND YOUR... GOLFBALL!" He screamed, his voice shattering the normal-ness of the happenings on the street as he ran. Way to make a spectacle of yourself, Kyle.

At last, Kyle saw the girl up ahead. Breaking into a spring, her ran around to face her about 5 feet away, stopping in his tracks. "You forgot your bread and your sunglasses. Oh, and your golfball." He panted, holding out the items to the girl. Standing there, he rested a bit. That was the most he had run in... Well, he wasn't sure the last estastic time he had run. But, hey. Maybe he would get in shape now, because the running was fun. It had created a kind of rush that made Kyle... Happy. So, he stood there grinning stupidly, his hair whipped around his face, drips of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He knew he looked like an absolute tard - but he didn't care.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: momo! Or mo. Or moo.
-- AGE: 14
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: CREATIVE, OBNOXIOUS, AND HAPPY. (I am also a HUGE advocate for proper grammar.)
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support...

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- PENDING !

Whoops! Just a small bit of something. I understand being both troubled and hard working but I think it would really help your character if you explained to us how she got into drugs and how she worked her way out of that bad spot in her life and on the right path that led her to get into such a great school. You're almost there. Just explain it a little more to us in your history and I think you'll be alright.

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[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

Nikki here, as Jesse read your application the first time, it's hard for me to know if you made the changes she asked or not. So, sorry to be a pain, but I'm going to hold off on this application until Jesse can read it. She's usually on daily, so it shouldn't be too long. Sorry

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[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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I added my secret.... did I do it right?