Post by darrien sommer on Feb 4, 2008 7:45:15 GMT -5
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DARRIEN SOMMER
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NAME’
darrien cole sommer
AGE’
eighteen
GRADE’
freshman
MAJOR’
fashion design
MINOR’
photography
GENDER’
female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION’
straight
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OVERALL APPEARANCE’
Darrien has light blonde hair thats usually curly. You rarely see her with straight hair. Her hair goes down past her shoulders. Darrien, almost all the time has her hair down. Its straight at the top and than curls down past her shoulders. Her hairs is unusually soft and light.
Darrien stands at five foot four and is about one hundred and four pounds. People often say that she's anorexic or has some form of eating disorder but the truth is that she has a real fast metabolism. Darrien really likes her appearance and tries to stop the rumors about her anorexia. Her parents always worried about her and fast metabolism, thinking that she is gonna just not eat or something. But that is exactly the opposite of Darrien. She really likes to eat and can eat out a guy any day.
Darrien has these dark blue but bright eyes that stare right through you. Or so her ex-boyfriend said. Their not really big but show a lot of emotion. You can usually tell when she's sad because her eyes well up and the color turns from dark blue to light. When she's really happy, it seems like they got even darker. Her eyebrows have an almost perfect arch. Underneath her left eye is a very small mole that you could only see if you got really close to her. Most of the time, her dark blue eyes are surrounded by black or brown eyeliner that really makes her eyes pop. She wears mascara but only black because it contrasts with her bright blue eyes.
The girls lips are very kissable. Their really the full type. Her signature thing is her pout. Her bottom lips sticks out a bit and she slowly chews on it. Making it kind of hard to resist telling her no. She likes wearing lip gloss but not lipstick.
Darrien's clothes are unique and interesting. She likes to wear bold things, like rainboots with a dress and a t-shirt. Or striped stockings with polka dots. You can usually spot Darrien by her outfits. Another cool thing about her clothes is that she makes most of them. She'll take fabric and mix them together or take some old outfit and make it something new and unique. Her parents are always telling her to start her own boutique but Darrien always tells them no. I mean, whats the point of making and wearing your own clothes if everyone else will have them? No point at all.
Darrien doesn't like her nose. The way it curls up and it kind of embarrasses her. She really wants a nose job but then she would be kind of superficial and she is anything but that. She also wants to change her scrawny arms but I don't think there is much room for improvement there.
PORTRAYED BY’
taylor momsen
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LIKES’[/size][/font]
♥Singing
♥Dancing
♥Making her own clothes
♥Reading
♥Listening to music
♥Tennis
♥Fashion
♥Sex
♥Boys
♥Drugs
♥Liquor
♥Partying
DISLIKES’
♦Mean people
♦Basketball
♦Odd People
♦Really, really tall people
♦Arrogant guys
♦Snobby People
♦Any sport
♦Really, really loud people
♦Her parents
♦The police
HOBBIES’
sex, drugs, making clothes, singing, drinking, flirting, drawing
SECRETS’
slept with her boyfriend.
ended up pregnant but it mysteriously vanished
has tried every drug in the book
PERSONALITY’
Darrien is fun loving. In a nutshell she is the life and soul of the party, or maybe she is the one to bring it crashing down. Although she comes from a rich family she is not in anyway spoilt or bratty, her feet are firmly placed on the ground and she’s a very down to earth character, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to be treated every now and then. Fundamentally she is one of the most down to earth people you can meet, and in general she is as nice as pie and then some. It’s not that she doesn’t have a mean bone in her body, because she really does. If she doesn’t like someone or something everyone is bound to know, and she won’t take being insulted lightly. Darrien isn’t egotistical but she knows the obvious that she’s’ pretty, and wont stand for people calling her otherwise, because that makes them a liar, and there is nothing more so that she hates than a liar.
Darrien will talk to just about anyone and doesn’t really understand the whole segregation of different clique thing; she finds it all pointless. Why do people have to be separated into different groups because of the music they like? Or what clothes they were? It all seems pointless in her eyes but she can understand why some people conform the to the social groups such as preps and jocks, its nice to have someone with similar interests. She however tends to drift towards each and every group, being the socialite of the century and being an easy person to talk to makes her liked by mostly all social groups, with a few exceptions. Because she is such an easy person to talk to most people come to Darrien for advice if they have a problem, and while Darrien is all compassion she does get times when she doesn’t want to help, cant be asked to help, and really just wants the person to go away, and often she will make this known.
Beneath all the niceties and socialness of Darrien there is a deeper layer. Darrien isn’t a whore in anyway, in fact she has the strongest morals when it comes to sex and relationships, and will only give herself to someone if she knows he’s really the one, and this deters a lot of guys. After all they don’t want someone who’s ‘frigid’ in their opinion, this means that Darrien rarely has a boyfriend for more than a few weeks. Being sensitive Darrien gets hurt easily by this, and sometimes takes it out on herself by spending days on end in bed, feeling sorry for herself and watching old slides of her as a child, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. But just because she has these strong morals she still likes to flirt, and with her killer looks its pretty fun, and easy if you do it right, but at the end of the day she is strong with her morals and such, and knows where she stands and what she wants in life, and Darrien isn’t one to change that or anything else for anyone. But since junior year, this girl has been sleeping with any guy who walks her way. This girl just threw her morals out the window.
However even though Darrien is from an extremely well off family, and is extremely down to earth, she really isn’t one to get her hands dirty or study. First of all, she isn’t hard working, to her and in her eyes; life is one big party. Suffering from the nagging of her father makes her only more prone to rebel against him. Seeing life as one big party means that Darrien has a tough time focusing, and doesn’t complete one job before starting another, leaving things undone for a long time, never to return to them and expecting someone else to do it for her. In her studies, Darrien suffers, she lacks an ability to stay focused and to learn, which is partially the reason she gets held behind in classes, and its also the reason why she gets so many detentions. Even though Darrien suffers a lot with her focus and concentration, she still thinks life is all good, and lacks the ability to take responsibilities for her own actions. But she is still willing to go down with her friends and wont own up to anything, and if she does, she'll definitely make sure other people go down with her.
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PARENTS’
amelia sommer [forty one] MOMMA mia
jonathan sommer [forty two] DADDY dearest
SIBLINGS’
all dead
EXTENDED FAMILY’
none.
PETS’
none
HISTORY’
Twenty or so years ago two people met and they knew instantly that they would be married together. Who was this lucky little couple? Well Amelia Robins and Jonathan Sommer. Amelia and Jonathan were married a year after meeting each other, they had just bumped into each other in a simple bookstore in the shopping center. See how romantic this is? They had knocked each other’s books flying and had noticed they had similar tastes. They started talking, got coffee and went to the park for a very very long chat. It seemed like they were made for each other. In six months they had become the best of friends and both were madly in love still. She had ended up moving in with him, they knew every little detail about each other, when with each other everything just spilled and they could spend hours talking with out noticing the time, Amelia knew he had always wanted to become a doctor and save peoples lives, Jon learnt that Amelia was incredibly smart and was a great listener. Then six months after that Jon proposed at a posh Italian restaurant. She said yes and they were married three or four months after that. They had the fairytale wedding Amelia had always dreamed of with a huge church and a horse drawn carriage even up to the tiniest detail that they had made it perfect. Both are still madly in love and can't get enough of each other, when Jon was around of course, he now is normally at the hospital, but when they do spend time with each other, apparently, it's just like when they were nineteen. But after the honeymoon was over they wanted a child. You may say everything was moving too fast but they were so in love they didn't realize how fast the relationship was going, they didn't care from that point. Their first child they named Caleb Sommer and he was everything they had ever dreamed of. The paraded him around to the neighbors and they showed him off to family. He was the center of attention.
But then three years later another boy was born. Again him becoming the center of attention showed off to everyone. Of course everyone adored the two children because they were just the sweetest things on earth. But a month or so of showing Joshua off and strangely Amelia was pregnant again, again a lot of attention heading her way, she didn't mind, she was used to it by now. Then nine months later she gave birth to the first and last girl. The last of the Sommer children was born and now everyone could settle down. But attention was still there. Annoying wives wanted to see the baby and Amelia could never get a moments peace with them around, but after a couple of months everything died down and they moved onto the next new born, smothering them. Now the Sommer’s were left in peace to grow up. The first few years for Darrien were a little scary because she had been in a womb for nine months and now had to face the big bad scary world. She learnt how to walk and talk and everything was taught to her just as it was Joshua. When she got to about the age of five or six she decided to stop pestering her parents and go outside and make friends with the neighbors’ children and she did. Most of the time sticking to the youngest brother because they were rather similar, personality wise and age wise. It was him she stuck with through most of her life and she rarely left him alone. She was rather clingy as a child but now she's pretty independent and can do things without her brother, even if they are still very close. This was also the time that Darrien became not interested in make up and dresses and things like that as her mother expected her to like. It wasn't much good news to her mom so she tried very hard to change her daughter, and Darrien refusing to do anything, she liked how she was now. She had set herself for the rest of her life.
Then, upon starting elementary school, she grew more confident and made a ton more friends, she was rather popular in elementary but it all changed in middle school. In middle school she wasn't as well known, as she was in elementary, it didn't really bug her; she was still the same person. But upon entering the new school, she kept making more and more friends, getting used to what her life would be like there and start thinking about high school. As her high school days came slowly she got more and more nervous, something she hated. It wasn't much different from middle school, but from what she heard it was worse. They labeled you something and it stuck, for four years. The popular kids were worse than ever, making the other children’s lives worse. It was scary to her but as she got there it wasn't so bad. She had wanted to turn back time and go back to middle school where nothing was going to surprise her. She wanted to act like a child again but entering High school she'd have to be a completely new Darrien. Just a little more grown up. She hated the idea of growing up; she had always wanted to fly off to somewhere in never land and stay there until she wanted to grow up. Her life was moving by too quickly and she didn't like that fact. It was great where you were immature and no one cared they just thought it of a nice way of being but in high school, do something stupid and they labeled you idiot for four years and Darrien didn't want that to happen. She passed her freshman year pretty well. So on with the rest of her years. Darrien then, in junior year started mixing in with a bad crowd. They were into hard drugs, hard sex, hard parties. Everything a good parent would not want their child to get into.
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YOUR NAME / ALIAS’
ana!
AGE’
a billion and forty five
EXPERIENCE’
four to five to six years!
OTHER’
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RP SAMPLE’
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She stood on the stage. And biting her fingernails. Nervous, yeah. Anxious, yeah. Freakin' scared out of her god damn mind? Hell yeah. Those were just some of the emotions that were effecting this girl right now. It was her really huge recital in front of hundreds of people. The scary thing was that she was performing by herself. Her dance partner had quit and she didn't have enough time to find another one, so she was alone. Daisie wasn't really one to get nervous but this time she was. On her belt loop was a roll of tape. It was to mark down where she was supposed to dance and move to. She pulled it off her pants and than bent down to tape the floor. Daisie taped a small square off to the left and than off to the right again. She taped a circle in the center where she was supposed to start and than one off to the very front of the stage where she was supposed to end. Daisie started at the circle and moved her way over towards the squares, dancing by herself, her eyes closed, trying to memorize where she was supposed to go. After thirty seconds, the dance was over. Jesus, it was supposed to be that short. It was supposed to last at least a minute. Damnit, what was she missing? A certain step? Stopping or what? It would help if she had a dance partner to practice with.
Daisie opened her eyes and chewed her bottom lip. At the right of the stage, she had a boom box. She walked over towards it and pressed play. She tapped her foot to the beat of the tango music and gave a small smile as she gave a twirl and bent her head back as she stopped, her right leg kicking up in the air as blew a kiss towards the pretend audience. Okay that was a minute. Daisie turned the music off and walked towards the center of the stage once more. She sat down in the circle and put her elbow onto her knee and than put her head onto her palm. "This sucks. I'm gonna fail. This is going to be the worst performance in the history of Ashvale. Their going to hate me. I'm going to be kicked out and than have to live on the streets." Daisie picked up her head after her little crazy talk and than laid back onto the stage. God, she was sooo nervous.
Why Patrick? Why? You didn't have to quit. He could have stayed right there with her. But no. The only reason he quit was because she didn't want to sleep with him. Of course she flirted with him and he was handsome but that was about it. He was a great dancer, the best. Than he got the wrong idea and quit. Stupid boys. If you walked in and saw some girl lying on the stage, you might have thought that she was dead or something. But she wasn't. Daisie just had some serious thinking to do. Her recital was in three days. And she needed a dance partner as fast as she could. One that could dance. It didn't matter that he or she was good or bad. Daisie just needed one or else she would look like a complete and utter fool on stage, dancing by herself. But maybe she could use a blow up doll. Dress it in men's clothing and say that it's a real guy. Nah, that was utter stupidity. People would find out and mock her until she died of humiliation. "UGHHHH! This is pissing me off! I need someone!" She yelled, her loud and frustrated echo ringing through the amphitheater.
Daisie opened her eyes and chewed her bottom lip. At the right of the stage, she had a boom box. She walked over towards it and pressed play. She tapped her foot to the beat of the tango music and gave a small smile as she gave a twirl and bent her head back as she stopped, her right leg kicking up in the air as blew a kiss towards the pretend audience. Okay that was a minute. Daisie turned the music off and walked towards the center of the stage once more. She sat down in the circle and put her elbow onto her knee and than put her head onto her palm. "This sucks. I'm gonna fail. This is going to be the worst performance in the history of Ashvale. Their going to hate me. I'm going to be kicked out and than have to live on the streets." Daisie picked up her head after her little crazy talk and than laid back onto the stage. God, she was sooo nervous.
Why Patrick? Why? You didn't have to quit. He could have stayed right there with her. But no. The only reason he quit was because she didn't want to sleep with him. Of course she flirted with him and he was handsome but that was about it. He was a great dancer, the best. Than he got the wrong idea and quit. Stupid boys. If you walked in and saw some girl lying on the stage, you might have thought that she was dead or something. But she wasn't. Daisie just had some serious thinking to do. Her recital was in three days. And she needed a dance partner as fast as she could. One that could dance. It didn't matter that he or she was good or bad. Daisie just needed one or else she would look like a complete and utter fool on stage, dancing by herself. But maybe she could use a blow up doll. Dress it in men's clothing and say that it's a real guy. Nah, that was utter stupidity. People would find out and mock her until she died of humiliation. "UGHHHH! This is pissing me off! I need someone!" She yelled, her loud and frustrated echo ringing through the amphitheater.
