Post by becky on May 9, 2009 10:11:21 GMT -5
DEMI KAYLOR VALENTINE!
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((Long live the car crash hearts!))
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[/color][/center]OOC Name: becky.
Age: fifteen.
Location: somewhere in the eastern part of the U.S.
Way of contact: ask for aim or msn, or just pm me.
RP experience: six years.
Where did you find us: advert. (:
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((I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me!))
[/color][/center]Full Name: Demi Kaylor Valentine.
Nickname: There's Dem, Danger Demi or Designated Demi, Dee, and Mimi, and Kay, and Lor, and Kaylor, and then there's Valentine and Cupid
Age: Eighteen.
Grade: Senior.
Birthdate: March 17th.
Clique: Punks.
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((It's true romance is dead- I shot it in the chest & in the head!))
[/color][/center]Play by : Jac Vanek.
Appearance Description: Demi's hair is a light blonde, it has been dyed lighter, though she did put some color in it a few diffrent times. Demi usually perfers to keep her hair the blonde color. It's usually down, and it falls past her shoulders slightly, though sometimes it is up. But she perfers to keep it down.
Demi's eyes are also much like her father's. They are big and wide, and are a dark color. They are brown, but they can become lighter or darker depending on her clothes. Demi dislikes her eyes at times, because her mother told her how they resemble her father's. She can use the eyes to her advantage. Though they are usually covered in make-up.
Finally, Demi stands at a whopping 5"5', inheriting her mother's shortness. She weighs around 120lbs, which is supposedly healthy for her height, but she isn't extremely sure. She she a piercing in each of her ears, and wants to get a nose or possibly belly button piercing when she turns eighteen. She has a tattoo of a shamrock of her shoulder which she got on her birthday, which happens to be St. Patricks Day.
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((I will never believe in anything again!))
[/color][/center]Likes:
+ music.
+ bright colors.
+ her friends.
+ cartoons.
+ IMing.
+ converse.
+ old school mp3 players.
+ sarcasm.
+ partying.
+ laughter.
Dislikes:
- Screaming.
- Ice.
- Her father.
- Classical music.
- Super clingy people.
- Drunk driving.
- Horror movies.
- Water.
- the sound of balloons popping.
- Science.
Habits:
* Bites her nails when she gets nervous.
* Tends to get quiet at the subject of drunk driving or death.
Quirks/Flaws:
^ Advertous
- Bitchy
Personality Description: Basically, starting off, Demi is a real bitch. She doesn't give a damn about you at first. She is really kinda cold if she obviously doesn't like you. A first impression is important to her. If you don't present yourself well, Demi is gunna get bad vibes from you, and then she just becomes her always sarcastic self. Sarcasm is Demi's best friend, if it was a person. She speaks using a sarcastic tone heavily, and sometimes it is hard to depict when she's being serious, and when she's being sarcastic. Though she is also very impatient, and hates to wait, and also has a short-fused temper, which tends to cause a lot of trouble.
A big piece of Demi's personality is that, though she never does show it, she's kinda scared. She's quite independant, so she basically is trying to take care of herself. She doesn't want to be seen as a vulnerable person. She doesn't want people to know what her "kryptonite" is. She doesn't want them to take advantage of her. She feels like people don't need her burdens on them, and instead keeps herself closed up, keeping her weaknesses shadowed from wandering eyes. Aswell as her feeling like no one could possibly understand her and her struggles, and the things she's going through.
Though, she has her good traits, scary enough. Demi is truly loyal. She almost resembles a dog in this way. She stays true to her friends, no matter what. That also shows how trustworthy she is. Demi is a secret keeper. She's also quite adverturous, and she says she's not afraid of almost anything. And to top it off, Demi's quite funny. She loves to crack jokes and make people smile, and feels great when she does.
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((I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me!))
[/color][/center]Father : [christain valentine ll not sure ll musician ll he was never around.]
Mother : [katerina starr ll forty ll grade school teacher ll never actually married.]
Siblings: n/a.
History: Katerina Starr, a French-American woman, and Christian Valentine, an Irish-English man, met in London, England. Katerina was there visiting family, and Christian was an on-the-rise rockstar. The two did date for a few months, but when Katerina gave Christian her word that she was pregnant, the man took off, not staying behind for his daughter's birth. Katerina named the baby Demi Kaylor, and gave her the father's last name. Katerina stayed in England for five years, until she decided to move back to America. She lived in Las Vegas and got a teaching degree, and began teaching in elementary schools.
Demi grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada, showing a love of music. That was something that she shared with her father, and it disgusted her. Demi had grown to dislike her father, even if she never knew him. Demi ended up falling into a new crowd. She was a rebellious child and drank and would do drugs on occasion. But usually she partied and stayed out late. However, she changed her ways soon renough.
Demi had a small group of friends. There was four of them. Her, Emily, Ashlee, and Melissa. They had known eachother a long time, but their nasty habits would lead to their fall. A few months ago, Emily was driving the girls home from a bar. She had a few drinks, they weren't sure how many. Demi didn't have more than three, but she couldn't drive. Mel and Ashlee were wasted in the back seat. Emily ended up swerving and hitting a few cars, and the airbags went off. Em hadn't worn her seatbelt, and she ended up dying. Demi suffered head injuries and a few scars, while her two friends in the back just had some bruises.
Demi blamed herself. If she had been the one that drove, the accident wouldn't have happened. If she stopped Emily, or didn't let her drive, and instead took a cab, they wouldn't have died. Demi blames herself, and has continuous nightmares about the accident. It still haunts her. After the accident, her mother didn't know what to do with her. So, it came down to the decision to send her to Barrington High. She hoped being away from the Vegas party scene would change Demi for the better.[/color]
((There's a light on in Chicago & I know I should be home!))
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RP Sample:
I feel like a hero, and you are my heroine... The small girl sat in the grass, well, laid in it. Practically making a grass angel. Hero Montague was POOPED. Tired. Exhausted. Suffering through three hours of dance. Tap, Ballet, Jazz, Acro. She took all those classes. Plus tap and jazz solos. So there she sat in black, strechy pants, and a blue shirt that said "Break Dance, Not Hearts", and a pair of addias flat sneakers. She loved the song, Hero/Heroine. Not just because her name was in it. But, that added to it. Because a SUPER SUPER SUPER cute boy thought her name rocked. And it wasn't like Hero didn't recieve attention from boys, but....he was cute. And he seemed nice, and funny. But that's just what she got from talking to him for a day. And already, they were gunna meet face to face. He wanted to hang out with the girl with the name Hero. And she agreed. Too bad it was right after dance, when she was all sweaty and tired. And not as pretty as she could've been. Her big, long Rapunzel hair was sticking out, held in place by a small, blue headband that wrapped around her hair.
She sat up, a small yawn slipping through her lips. She told Connor that she'd meet him at the park, and she had given him a specific time to meet her. But she grew nervous. What if...what if he blew her off? Or, he found out she was a sophomore and was totally like, "ick, sophomore." Hero became paniced slightly, and took a deep breath. "Maybe, uhm, well, let's see..." The small brunette twittered, trying to think of good what ifs. What if he liked her? What if he wasn't some creepy pervert? That would be fantastic. Hero rolled her shoulders, standing and sitting like a normal person on the bench, except sitting on it indian style, quite possibly like a small child. She looked down at her iPod, it switching to Heels Over Head. "I got your runaway smile in my piggybank, baby," she stopped, letting the lead singer's voice drown out hers. Was it obvious that she was nervous? She was biting down on her rosy pink lips, praying, wishing, hoping that Connor wouldn't blow her off.
She watched the people walk by, and she casually bobbed her body along to the beat. For a dancer, she had a good sense of rhythm. And she needed it sometimes. To count out beats. The brunette was trying not to think of Connor. He'd come when he came. No need for worry. But she was freaking out. She really didn't date often, but this wasn't a date. It was "hanging out". No like the two were much different. Well, in Hero's mind, it was confusing. Did people kiss on the first date, or what? And like, it was confusing. Hero's first dates ended badly sometimes. Boys trying to feel her up, whatever that meant, and it was scary. And now, she was worried Connor would end up being a perv. But he seemed nice, too nice to be a perv. But then again, sometimes nice ones were pervs. But whatever. Hero took a breath and watched the people passing by. Where was Connor?
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