Post by camiℓℓa*amore on Jan 12, 2007 22:58:26 GMT
YOU;;
OOC name; ivory
CHARACTER;;
Full Name; Camilla Amore
Age; 17 years
APPEARANCE;;
Build; Slender and fairly thin body, she is fairly athletic when she has the time. Slender waist and mid-sized hips, they under line a medium sized bust upon her chest. Her rear is curvaceous and it has been many a man’s fascination. Though not one to show it off, she doesn't hide it either. Her skin is and of a pure ivory coating. Almost luminescent in the evening, she enjoys wandering about in the shadows at night.
Hair; Her tresses are tainted mainly in a brunette color. Some vague traces of natural blond streaks/highlights can be detected in the right light, but usually they are unnoticeable. She always lets it grow long, but it isn't that noticeable as she usually has it worn up in either a bun or a barrette.
Eyes; Her pools are pure brown with soft ebony rims surrounding her pure coal pupils. Perceiving and always watching, her stare gives others a certain awkward chill.
Nose; Small, slender nose, it is place in the center of her face. Coated in the pure alabaster skin, it is always frozen in the same place.
Lips; Medium sized lips, they compliment her small nose and orb features. They are painted a deep red which really stands out against her pale skin. Thick because of their color, they are naturally thin and usually cracking a small smile to passersby.
Tattoos; She has no tattoos and never wishes for any. Though not completely adverse to the idea, she shall never be inclined to get one.
Scars; No scars whatsoever, her skin is fairly pure and even in tone and color.
Flaws; She has always been ashamed by a small beauty mark on her right cheek. Located near the edge of her lips, the small black dot is quite noticeable. Though some consider it a complimenting feature, she disregards it with reproof and disdain.
Piercings; She absolutely detests piercings of any kind, and she hopes to never get one herself.
PERSONALITY;;
Personality; Kind hearted and gentle, she is an easy going person in general. But if she is angry, she remains so for at least a twenty-four hour period. Despite her anger management problems, she isn’t usually a shy girl. She is quick to make friends, but to anyone else she remains a complete stranger. She enjoys being with those who she isn't too familiar with just because it is a place to get to know others.
She used to be in love with another guy, but they were never too serious. When she left Norway, she was forced to leave him as well. Saddened by the departure from only her parents but her friends as well, she was quite depressed about the whole moving away trip. Though she always has friends who are girls, she sometimes longs for a guy in her life, but she makes sure not to show her desires. Also, she makes it a point to keep a mask of perfection over her. Though her life is miserable, she tries to make the best of it. Enjoying trips in the night, she finds it as a time to release her sadness and show her hidden emotions. Wandering in the moonlight, she wishes nothing more than to be loved by her family and friends back at home. But knowing that that will never happen, she relies on her private nights to console her.
Likes;
Guys who are protective
Her dear horse Sparrow
Her parents, to some extent
Music
Dislikes;
Drugs
Disrespect
Rude men
People who can't hold their tongue
PAST;;
Family; Mother: Jessica Hunter-
Father: Daniel Amore-
History; She is born in Tromsø, Norway. Her father has lived here all his life. He grew up there and has never planned to live his hometown. Her mother was originally from France, living on the southern coast of the country. Having relations in the Scandinavian regions, she was sent to Norway for a few years for an academic education and a closer relation with her family in the north. Upon meeting Camilla's father, she refused to leave the country and the two settled down together in his hometown.
Other than that, she was born to an average family, and up till high school she led a normal life. Taking pleasure in riding, she never owned a horse of her own but she enjoys riding those at the local stables. Taking French in school, she is now near trilingual as English was a mandatory class. Having a fairly nice boyfriend, he was always there for her and there to support her. But when she entered her junior year, her fabulous grades took a toll on her life. As her parents searched out schools around the globe, they decided that the U.S. was the best place for her. Leaving everyone behind she began her goodbyes. Now she is being shipped off to America, with no hopes of ever living the life she once lived.
PRESENT;;
Pets; Horse: Sparrow-
Siblings; She has none unfortunately...
Children; None, and she really isn't planning on having any soon
Education; Educated in her hometown in Norway most of her life. But as she grew up, her parents sent her away to go have a better education in the U.S. Hoping to attend UCLA, she tries to keep her grades high and make the best of her life her in LA.
Job; Assistant at Gucci
CITY OF ANGELS;;
Celebrity; Natalie Portman
Sample Post; Sighing from my window, I gazed downward from the high altitude which I now sat. My hazel occuli caught sight of not one being present below. Depressed once again, I knew that we were still too high to even be noticed by those comfortably living down upon the earth. Patiently I had been waiting for this flight to arrive, and yet the time for estimated hour had yet to be announced. So far, approximately seven hours had gone by, too long in my opinion. It just simply wasn’t worth it.
Thankful for having a window seat, I quickly sat back down as I was apparently annoying the other passengers on this flight. Cabin lights turned off for the overnight travel, some self-centered people sitting but two rows ahead were giggling and laughing about something that required a lighting implement. And although the lights above the seats were meant to be personal, they always seemed to outstretch their beams in a surrounding two meter circle. Crouching down as low as possible, I tried to keep my pools shielded from the infernal light. Having sat in the same place the entire time, the people ahead had adamantly refused to turn off the bright bulbs. Not being able to close my orbs for but a moment, I had now been awake for over twenty four hours. Attempting once more, I lay my head against the shoddy pillow provided with these international flights. My mind beginning to drift, I began reflecting on all the reasons which eventually ended up with me bored to death on a plane.
It had all began when my parents saw that my grades were just astounding. To them, I was their own little prodigy. It was true, I shall not deny it, I wasn’t completely failing like some of the other students at my school. It was all in one’s mindset, I suppose. As my secondary schooling came to an end, I was beginning to look to where I would go for my high school teachings. There were many wonderful public schools in my town in Tromsø, yet none of them seemed good enough for my parents. Begging them desperately to let me attend one, their reasons were plainly stated, the school wasn’t good enough for me. They themselves had found many other wonderful boarding schools in France that they absolutely adored. I myself had taken French in my beginning years, and was quite fluent. But despite their pleadings, I adamantly refused any place so far away. The tuition was a fortune for one, but it didn’t bother my parents. They always assumed that I would receive a scholarship, no problem. I always doubted their assumptions, and had good reason to as well. They were not the richest of folk, but they weren’t poor either. So on for me, I didn’t want to waste their time and money.
As the school year came to a close and the summer months began, I was getting a bit worried that I hadn’t applied anywhere yet. If I were to go anywhere, it would have to be around home, no where else would do. Yet that fact remained unattained to by my parents. As the month of June started to drift by, I was shocked by their conversation with me. Apparently, they withdrew their arguments and agreed to let me attend the school of my choice. Ecstatic, I quickly took them up on their offer and set about applying to the high school for academics down town. Receiving a late application, their response was quick. Fortunately, for my “astounding” grades, they even would give me a two year scholarship. Receiving the news, my parents both acknowledged it plainly in a nonchalant attitude. They seemed willing to let me go, just not where I wanted to. As the summer ended, I began my first year at the local high school.
It began fine. I made some new friends, and met up with a couple of the old. I wasn’t much into having a boyfriend at the time, but I was good friends with one of the boys in my class. He and I went out together and quite enjoyed each other’s company, but we never really were going out. Year one came to a close, more quickly then I had imagined. And summer passed as well. Receiving my grades, I had managed to score well in all of my classes. My parents rejoiced at this, and set about on some mysterious project that would end up with my demise. I of course was oblivious at the time, just going along like a simpleton in their master plan. That second year was my last at that high school, something that I swore I would regret for all and eternity. Of course it was not by my own choosing, it had begun that summer, the year I refused to attend that wonderful seeming school in France. Now I was going all the way to America, and my parents refused to hear a single declaration of opposition.
We are now beginning our descent; please fasten your seat belts.
The loud, booming voice of the captain over the loudspeaker startled me from my slumber. I exhaled in a depressed manner as the person spoke with clear English. Just the thought boiled in my mind, yet I would be forced to put up with it for the next two years, or more, of my life. Checking my watch, I saw that about an hour had passed. Amazed at my ability to sleep, I was glad for it. My optics strained at first, they soon came to accept the coming light. Forgetting to shut my window, it was now near morning outside. The lights inside the cabin remained off; it made no difference now that sunlight flooded through the glass. Drifting from sleep, I quickly stuffed the pillow away and sat a bit more comfortably. The short nap definitely helped recover some energy, which I would need in my struggle in this new country.
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