Post by violet joyce owens on Jun 25, 2010 17:19:39 GMT -7
VIOLET JOYCE OWENS ,
Outgoing, Creative, Perfectionist, Passive, Kind
[/font][/center]Outgoing, Creative, Perfectionist, Passive, Kind
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Violet Joyce Owens
NICKNAMES: Vi, just because it's short for Violet, and Pockets, because she carries things in her bra. (She hates being called Pockets, but some of her friends do it anyways)
AGE&GRADE: 17, senior
BIRTHDAY: December 9th
GENDER: Female
CLIQUE: Preppy
PLAY-BY: Michelle Trachtenberg
PERSONALITY
LIKES: Shopping, money, texting, drawing, painting, writing, looking nice, her car.
DISLIKES: Being grounded, oversleeping, failing, messing up, sour candy, nightmares.
HOPES: Graduate high school, go to college, get over what she has done, become a fashion designer.
FEARS: Widespread knowledge of her secret, drowning, enclosed spaces, death.
SECRET: "I killed someone"
PERSONALITY:
Outgoing- Nothing will stop Violet from at least trying to talk to someone, not even clique boundaries. She enjoys to socialize and meet people.
Creative- Violet loves art, especially drawing and has a way with it. She is also good at writing independently, just not essays.
Perfectionist- Nothing Violet does is ever good enough for her standards. She won't settle for being "okay," she has to be great.
Passive- Violet is easily overpowered, she would much rather go with the group to make everyone happy, even if it means making herself miserable.
Kind- Violet tries her best to be nice to everyone, she believes all persons were created equal; regardless of race, gender, appearance, beliefs, or sexual preferences. However, she will only be kind to those that are kind to her, she can be quite a bitch if you're rude to her.
APPEARANCE
EYES: Her eyes are a light blue-ish gray, and rather round. They make her emotions obvious, which is why she is such a terrible liar.
HAIR: Violet has hair that can be described as light brown. She keeps it shoulder length and it is semi-wavy. She loves her hair, and often spends most of her time getting ready on it.
PIERCING/S: Violet has her ears double-pierced on the lobes, nothing else.
TATTOO/S: A rose on her lower back.
OVERALL: Violet is pretty in the classic sort of way, her features are soft, and she has a defined hourglass shape with a narrow waist, broad hips, and larger-than-average bust. She is a bit shorter than most, coming in at 5'1", but this doesn't bother her any, with heels she stands at 5'4". Violet is rather dainty.
BIOGRAPHY
MOTHER: Patricia Owens, 43, Housewife
FATHER: Charles Owens, 47, Politician
SIBLING/S: ___ Owens, sophomore
OTHER/S: none
OVERALL: The Owens family has had a long line of inherited money, each generation contributing more to the funds, rather than squandering it. The pairing of Patricia and Charles Owens was no exception to this. From a young age, Charles raked in cash through his work in politics. Violet was their firstborn child, and all she has known her entire life is luxury. They lived in a posh, expensive home, had butlers, maids, cooks, and even a chauffeur. She got only the best of the best, but at the same time was raised by a somewhat strict mother. Patricia was born into a poor family, and raised her children to be respectful of the things they had, aware that others weren't as fortunate as they were.
Violet tried her best to be different from the others labeled as preps, but could not change where her peers had shoved her in the social standings. By high school she became the average student, getting B's in most subjects, spare for the two A's she got every semester in art and English. For her sixteenth birthday she got her dream car, a brand new Porsche, canary yellow exterior, black leather interior. Midway through junior year, things started to change.
It was February 20th, Violet had been out shopping by herself (an odd occurrence for her, she usually went with friends), when things took a terrible turn. She had been just about to go home, and was crossing the dark parking lot, when she was approached by a drunken, half-crazed man wielding a knife. Before she could even think, Violet had wrestled the weapon from the man and stabbed him fatally. Not just once, but eleven times. The police said that it was self-defense, but Violet still feels horrible about it, to this day it haunts her in her nightmares...
CREATOR
NAME/ALIAS: Jaqi
EXPERIENCE: Four years
FOUND US: Here
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Charlotte let herself into her office with the solitary key on her lanyard. She never wore it around her neck, she considered that to be a bit too tacky, but it was usually kept in the pocket of whatever jacket she had decided to wear that day. Humming as she set down her stack of papers at the edge of the edge of her desk, then reached over and turned on her computer. It made its usual sound of protest at being turned on, it was bursting at the seams with too many files, but today she had brought a terabite drive, so that she could put all the ones she didn't need immediate access to. Charlotte also figured that she would delete all the Word documents that just contained notes to herself, or shopping lists, she didn't need those anymore.
As she sat down in her office chair, Charlotte looked over at the wall where she had neatly hung all three of her college diplomas. Her bachelors, her master's, and finally her PhD. She adjusted the papers around the stand-up plaque that had her name on it, so the DR. C HAWTHORNE could be seen more clearly upon entering. for once, her office wasn't a complete mess, it was just her desk that was very disorganized. She loved the room very much, it was handsome, and big enough for a couple armchairs. Charlotte felt holding sessions over her desk was a bit impersonal, she liked the closeness of the armchairs arranged in a circular fashion around a coffee table. She had her own coffee maker, it had cost her fifty bucks at Target. And she even had her own special water dispenser with the canister of paper cups.
Charlotte continued to hum as she reached over and flipped on the coffee maker, accidentally knocking her stack of papers over in the process. "Shit," Charlotte said quietly, getting out of her chair and kneeling on the floor to collect them again. It only took her a few minutes to get the stack back together, and placed it in a safer location on her desk. Once more back in her chair, Charlotte began to open up varying Microsoft Word documents, to see what was in them. She began the tedious task of moving them all to the recycle bin on her desktop, all while bouncing her left leg up and down beneath her desk. Charlotte paused when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Charlotte, knowing she had left the door unlocked. She knew for a fact that she did not have any appointments today, especially this early, but nevertheless, she was awake and ready to help.
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