Post by roseabelle viola amherst on Aug 21, 2009 17:23:08 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] nineteen . july fifteenth
height ,[/color] 5'7"
body type ,[/color] slim
sexuality ,[/color] straight
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] sophia bush
group ,[/color] university student[/ul]
good weather, music, the beach, going to movies, when her siblings aren't around, living in the past, performing, late night swims, flowers, photography, dancing, parties, coffee, clothes, shoes, ice cream, silent movies, lightning in the summer, fireworks, sports, volleyball, billiards, painting, drawing .
dislikes ,[/color]
moving on, leaving, directions, waking up early, being told what to do, storms, 9/11, suspense movies, road trips [long car rides], smoking, drugs, cancer, h1n1 flu, death, funerals, nursing homes, deserted areas
fears ,[/color]
death, bees, clowns, graveyards, diseases, heights
habits ,[/color]
speak her mind, laughing randomly, talking at the wrong time, day dreamer, hitting people, sarcasm
flaws ,[/color]
falls in love too fast, stubborn, rage blackouts
personality ,[/color]
No matter what, Belle will always respect myself. This goes along with her strength in being confident. You'll never see her hating who she is because how she looks. So the option of drugs is not open to her. The same thing goes for a guy. If he wants her to be something different just for him, she'll happily dump him. juliet's happy the way she is and she lets everybody around her know that.
Sarcasm is known to be her second to main - language. It's actually quite natural that she uses it. Practically all of her conversations contain some type of sarcasm. Belle sometimes uses sarcasm to cover up how she really feels. Like if she's afraid to say something, she'll use sarcasm to cover it up. Another reason she uses sarcasm is to joke around with her friends. Sometimes her sarcasm is a bad thing, though. The thing is, juliet's not the best at controlling sarcasm. If she's somewhere formal Belle might blurt out something sarcastic and get glared at by her self-conscious mother. Until today, she is still learning to control her sarcastic mouth.
She is really a loyal friend. When you ask for something she would try to make it better than the original request you had made. Belle likes making her friends smile and laugh. She always tries to be a true friend and tries her hardest to be there for her friends no matter what. She knows that her friends are more important than a silly crush. When you're in trouble or in pain, she would stay by your side just to help you out because she cares about you so much, she would do anything, even risk her own life for you. She is a great friend you just can't miss out.
There is one thing that Belle is known for when it comes to personality and that is her bluntness when speaking. When she doesn't like something, she'll say it without hesitation. She will laugh at something that isn't funny and she'll lift your spirits up if you're feeling down. Other than sweetness, Belle is very confident with who she is. You can try to bring her down, but she wouldn't bother listening to what you'd have to say. The girl is also very strong willed and determined. If she can see that something is possible, she'll fight her way to making it real.[/ul]
siblings ,[/color] michael amherst (deceased), bethany amherst
other family ,[/color] grandma rae
history ,[/color]
Roseabelle Viola Amherst was born on July 15th and is the middle child out of her brother and sister. Her dad is the well known businessman, Jasper Amherst. And her mother is Desirae Amherst, a high end fashion designer who has made outfits for the best of the best. Their wealth reached its highest because of their buisness and that is how they met each other. Pretty soon Belle's parents got to know each other a lot better as they started dating and soon they were engaged. It wasn't always a perfect road for their marriage. Before Desirae started dating Juliet's father, Jasper, he had to break off an engagement with a terrible slime of a woman, because he loved Desirae enough to end their relationship and start a new one with her. Belle could never get enough of her parent's wedding day story. It was in Hilo, Hawaii and all of their troubles just seem to fly away. The sand, the flowers, the ocean - it was all perfect and peaceful. There was that feeling that nothing could ever go wrong.
Soon after getting married Belle's parents had their first child, Michael Amherst. Jasper was extremely greatful for their first child. But after five years Belle was born. Her bright, shining blue eyes had the family fall in love with her. She had her grandmother's shiny brown hair and her mother's smile. However, Belle was definitely the trouble maker out of her and her brother. She would draw on the walls, break expensive gifts and spill her drinks all over the carpet - just like any two year old girl would be. Surprisingly, eleven years later the shock of the family was that Desirae was pregnant once again. This time Belle was excited to be the older sister. She helped her mom get the baby's room all fixed up and went with her during her doctor's appointments. When Bethany was born Belle was excited to have a little sister. From the moment her parents came home from the hospital, Belle kept her eye on her and took care of her as much as she could. As years went by, she would still do the same. If her little sister was doing something wrong, Belle would show her the right way to do it. So all her life, Belle and Beth were been close. That didn't stop her brother's attempt to teach Belle how to play sports. Because of how close the two were, Michael was a bit jealous. So everyday after school he would try and get Belle to play a sport or something with him. One day he got her to play some volleyball with him. And until today, it is Belle's favourite sport of all time. In her high school years Belle won three beach volleyball tournaments with her team and seven trophies.
Growing up in New York made Belle' life way easier. The city was definitely where she belonged. No where else. Belle wouldn't be able to survive living in a small town because that would just make her go crazy. All her life she always wanted attention and you can never get attention if you're in the middle of nowhere. That's the reason why she loved New York. All of her high school years were filled with excitement and drama because she was with one of her closest friends, Marissa Livingston. They decided that a break from the city was exactly what they needed. Belle agreed with her 100%, so they decided to go to a summer camp that was located in los angeles, california. It wasn't exactly far from the city, but they were a few miles away from where all the flashing lights were. The summer camp lasted for two months - basically the entire summer vacation. Both Marissa and Belle were able to grow closer and closer to other people. Especially one in particular for Belle. She fell in love that summer. With a boy she barely knew about. That was entirely true. Belle knew his first name, and his entire personality. The two fooled around in their cabins - them being the teenagers that they were. They were carefree, nothing was on Belle's mind except him. Belle's trip ended quickly because she had to leave the camp due to a family emergency: the death of her grandma, her favorite person in the entire world.
Two months after the vacation, school was starting up again. But something wasn't right. She talked to Marissa about it and mentioned her hook ups at the camp. Obviously all this was because of that one screw up. Belle Amherst dreaded what she had to do next. Take a pregnancy test. That was it. Everything would change after that one pregnancy test told her. The first test she took scared the living daylight out of her. It was positive, however Belle decided to take another one and sure enough it said it was negative. To clear everything up, Belle decided to go to the clinic and see what the doctors said. The brunette didn't tell anybody about that appointment - because of what happened afterward. Her appointment took place late in the evening, so she didn't have anybody to drive her home. The only person she could confide in at the moment was her brother, Michael Amherst. And the very minute she told him about the pregnancy scare he freaked, lost concentration and missed a red light. Well, that red light cost him his life and Belle would never see the day where she didn't look at a stoplight and feel guilt flood her system. Her result was positive. She in fact was pregnant, with the child of her summer lover. Everything went downhill after that. The girl felt as if there was no other option but to have an abortion. She didn't know where she could find the father of her baby and she wasn't fit to be a mom.
Now it has been two years after her brother's death and her abortion. She took up many interests after her brother's sudden death. Since he was around to play volleyball with her anymore, she took up writing and music. There were many songs inspired by her life that she wrote about, one of which involved losing her close family mother. Each step of the way, her other grandma was there for her. They talked about everything together, in fact she saw her grandmother more than her parents most of the the year. For the summer Belle decided to start fresh and start all over. She would stop living in the past and would erase everything that came before her. Roseabelle was a different girl back then and changed who she was for the best. She didn't fall too hard for a guy, she is much stronger than that now. Her first step was to move from New York to Hilo, Hawaii. New York was a great city but Belle wanted to stay away from there for a bit. She decided to go back to where everything was peaceful and perfect. Hilo, Hawaii. The place of her parents wedding. The place where she dreamed she would also get married. Her little fairy tale ending was right on the sandy beaches and the sunset over the horizon. Now it is all right in front of her. All she has to do is complete her fairy tale.
age ,[/color] sixteen
years of experience ,[/color] two years
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] beautiful site. (:
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today was another normal day for michelle carlson. it was now friday, so she didn't exactly know what to expect because most of the time, her friday's ended up as a terrible disaster. why? well, she didn't know, but they did. and it sucked because usually every other day of the week ended up in a disaster anyway, so it didn't really matter - today was no different. she expected something really bad to happen and even though it was friday the 13th, michelle already knew that today was going to be sucky. like last friday when she slipped in the school cafeteria. she got a spaghetti sauce stain on her sweater that would never come off. it was funny because no matter how hard she tried to wash it off, the stain just stayed there as if it was reminding her of how much of a clutz she really was. that was the truth though, she was a clutz. one quite often actually - not only on friday but for as long as she could remember. you could ask anyone she knew and they would answer yes. yes to the fact that michelle was crazy and clumsy in her own way. clumsy + crazy = clutzy. this, however, was what made michelle. her over the top laugh and the way she could stay quiet but still say so much, somehow completed her. unfortunately for her, she couldn't change that. michelle would always be the girl that laughed the loudest at jokes that didn't even make sense. but as the brunette stepped out of her car and into the school parking lot, none of that seemed to matter. because at this school anything could happen.
she had seen it before, but mainly at her old school back home. when cliques ended up clashing and mixing up, everything turned out messy - especially if it involved the royalty of the school. there was a system in every high school in the continent and michelle had noticed that the minute she started freshman year. usually a student had a reputation from the beginning or eventually gained one in the future, and these reputations.. well, they were crucial. they were crucial if you cared, that is, and michelle was one of those students who didn't mind where they were in the so called 'social food chain'. in a way she was proud of this because it took a lot of nerve to stay out of peer pressure - michelle knew that. however, every now and then a day would come where she would be completely paranoid and sadly, today was one of those days. this made sense to her though because today was friday and fridays never really worked out too well for her. after she had walked through the front doors of hemery high school, michelle made her way to her locker and picked up her books. a chill ran up her spine as more and more people walked past her, smirking and shoving into her. this was normal, but somehow it was bugging her today. she didn't know why and she didn't like it. most of the time, if not always, mich didn't mind being treated this way because she had gotten used to it over the years. that was why this friday was unlike all the other fridays..
five minutes before the bell to first period started, michelle was already on her way to homeroom. she wanted to get as far away as she could from all those annoying jerk faces. a couple of times the brunette dropped her pile of notebooks and textbooks as she walked. those occasional trips and shoves were obviously not caused by her, but they were constantly happening to her. at that moment she felt hated. hated in a way that disgusted her about the school she was in. a majority of the people who attended this high school were either they were terribly rude, or extremely uncoordinated - well the ones who bumped into her anyway. seconds after picking up her pile once more was when it all came to her. dylan had mentioned to her ages ago about the whole 'floor-section' memo. michelle had no idea and it had never clicked in her brain that her locker was currently on the first floor, not the second. a few years back (when they were starting to get to know each other) he had casually mentioned the way things worked at hemery high. the brunette turned her head side to side, only to notice that she was on the wrong floor. most of the time michelle walked to her classes using the second floor as her escape, but unfortunately she had forgotten about that today.
from left to right, there were sophomores and juniors staring her down - obviously they weren't a huge fan of seniors or her. either way, that wasn't a very good combination. michelle cleared her throat as she walked past the students, toward the stairs, hoping that by the time she got to the second floor she wouldn't be trampled. the brunette pushed through the crowd of people and flipped open her cell phone after realizing that she had just received a text message. hearing the ringtone made michelle automatically recognize who had sent her the text message. dylan martin. that curly haired brunette always had a way of changing her plans - in a good way. this time he was suggesting that they skip class, which wasn't really out of the blue. michelle was usually his skipping buddy because elle wasn't a huge fan of that sort of stuff. usually it took her a few minutes to decide whether or not she should skip class, but today she wanted to stay as far away from learning as possible. in a matter of minutes the girl was already just meters away from the left wing and leaning against the wall dylan was sitting at. the brunette let out a sigh and looked over at dylan, "Hey Dyl! Wow, this morning has been really crappy already." She said, not wanting to get into much detail about it. "Long story.." from what michelle could tell, her relationship with dylan martin was quite complicated. she wasn't sure if it was just her or if there was something more to their friendship. he was so much different than all of her other guy friends and for some reason, he looked at her differently. not as a friend but almost as if it were something more, but obviously michelle was over looking this. he was her best friend's boyfriend and to even think that he would feel about her that way was impossible. the girl looked over at dylan, wondering how his day was going so far. whenever she mentioned how terrible her day went he would usually laugh and mention how well his was going, just so that her mind would be messed up. "So what's your excuse? Why'd you want to skip?" the brunette questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit.
she had seen it before, but mainly at her old school back home. when cliques ended up clashing and mixing up, everything turned out messy - especially if it involved the royalty of the school. there was a system in every high school in the continent and michelle had noticed that the minute she started freshman year. usually a student had a reputation from the beginning or eventually gained one in the future, and these reputations.. well, they were crucial. they were crucial if you cared, that is, and michelle was one of those students who didn't mind where they were in the so called 'social food chain'. in a way she was proud of this because it took a lot of nerve to stay out of peer pressure - michelle knew that. however, every now and then a day would come where she would be completely paranoid and sadly, today was one of those days. this made sense to her though because today was friday and fridays never really worked out too well for her. after she had walked through the front doors of hemery high school, michelle made her way to her locker and picked up her books. a chill ran up her spine as more and more people walked past her, smirking and shoving into her. this was normal, but somehow it was bugging her today. she didn't know why and she didn't like it. most of the time, if not always, mich didn't mind being treated this way because she had gotten used to it over the years. that was why this friday was unlike all the other fridays..
five minutes before the bell to first period started, michelle was already on her way to homeroom. she wanted to get as far away as she could from all those annoying jerk faces. a couple of times the brunette dropped her pile of notebooks and textbooks as she walked. those occasional trips and shoves were obviously not caused by her, but they were constantly happening to her. at that moment she felt hated. hated in a way that disgusted her about the school she was in. a majority of the people who attended this high school were either they were terribly rude, or extremely uncoordinated - well the ones who bumped into her anyway. seconds after picking up her pile once more was when it all came to her. dylan had mentioned to her ages ago about the whole 'floor-section' memo. michelle had no idea and it had never clicked in her brain that her locker was currently on the first floor, not the second. a few years back (when they were starting to get to know each other) he had casually mentioned the way things worked at hemery high. the brunette turned her head side to side, only to notice that she was on the wrong floor. most of the time michelle walked to her classes using the second floor as her escape, but unfortunately she had forgotten about that today.
from left to right, there were sophomores and juniors staring her down - obviously they weren't a huge fan of seniors or her. either way, that wasn't a very good combination. michelle cleared her throat as she walked past the students, toward the stairs, hoping that by the time she got to the second floor she wouldn't be trampled. the brunette pushed through the crowd of people and flipped open her cell phone after realizing that she had just received a text message. hearing the ringtone made michelle automatically recognize who had sent her the text message. dylan martin. that curly haired brunette always had a way of changing her plans - in a good way. this time he was suggesting that they skip class, which wasn't really out of the blue. michelle was usually his skipping buddy because elle wasn't a huge fan of that sort of stuff. usually it took her a few minutes to decide whether or not she should skip class, but today she wanted to stay as far away from learning as possible. in a matter of minutes the girl was already just meters away from the left wing and leaning against the wall dylan was sitting at. the brunette let out a sigh and looked over at dylan, "Hey Dyl! Wow, this morning has been really crappy already." She said, not wanting to get into much detail about it. "Long story.." from what michelle could tell, her relationship with dylan martin was quite complicated. she wasn't sure if it was just her or if there was something more to their friendship. he was so much different than all of her other guy friends and for some reason, he looked at her differently. not as a friend but almost as if it were something more, but obviously michelle was over looking this. he was her best friend's boyfriend and to even think that he would feel about her that way was impossible. the girl looked over at dylan, wondering how his day was going so far. whenever she mentioned how terrible her day went he would usually laugh and mention how well his was going, just so that her mind would be messed up. "So what's your excuse? Why'd you want to skip?" the brunette questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit.
