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Post by ♥ dawn kisse on Jan 1, 2007 23:19:41 GMT
YOU;;
OOC name;
why, it's miss HOLLY!
CHARACTER;;
Full Name;
ANGELINA DAWN KISSE //. goes by dawn.
Age;
Twenty
APPEARANCE;;
Build;
Dawn is slim, with proper curves and muscle tone. She has rather nice legs, which are long and slender. Her midsection is flat, the skin on her stomache smooth. She stands at about 5'5, often times wearing heels, so she is bumped up to about 5'7 or 5'8. She weighs about 105 pounds on normal days, she eats very little to keep her weight down. Her arms are lean, and her breasts a nice size and shape. She walks with a certain confidence, that only comes with knowing that she can work it, and that she has a great body.
Hair;
Thick, shimmering, dark brunette hair falls past her shoulders. It is naturally curly, which she teases to make bigger, more wild. Sometimes though when she goes out in the day she straightens it. It is very rare that you see it up. She sometimes pulls a thick head beand around it, or a folded up bandana. Dawn keeps good care of her hair, washing it daily, giving it mositure treatments. It complements her tanned skin well, being the rich dark hue that it is.
Eyes;
Her eyes, her second favorite feature. They are a dark chocolate hue, with gold flecks around the pupil, giving the illusion that they are sparkling. The dark hue of them make it hard to see her pupils. Long, dark lashes frame them, and she adds eyeliner and mascara to make them pop. If you look deep into her eyes, which she never usually lets anyone do, you'll come to find that she sin't as stable and as pieced together as she seems, and that really, she is just the fragment of a girl.
Nose;
Her nose is somewhat cute, though she doesn't really worry about it, for it is her nose. She can smell fine, and when she was little she used to get alot of nose bleeds, though she doesn't any more. It blends in well with her face, and is in proportion with the rest of her features.
Lips;
Dawn's lips are beautiful, one of her favorite features. While most girls have pinker lips, she seems to have more crimson ones, making them a tad unique and more beautiful then the rest. They compliment her complextion well, which is on the tanner side, so it is a nice change that they don't blend into her face. She makes them stand out with a slightly redder shade of lip stick, which, makes them ultra sexy. She has a pouty smile, and a seductive one at that.
Tattoos;
Dawn has two tattoos. Two, black butterflies, one smaller then the other, on her hip bones. Only people who have been in her pants can really see them, and yeah, that's alot of people, considering what she does for work. She got them when she was sixteen. She loves them, and some point in life, yes, she will regret having them.
Scars;
Though, she has no scars, Dawn does have bruises. She's been beaten around many times before, more then she really should have been, she's never deserved any of it. She's had cuts and such, but they never have scared, maybe some day, but hopefully not.
Flaws;
Dawn has a few flaws, not many, and they aren't even that big. She has the odd freckle here and there, and a few red places if she sleeps the wrong way. Nothign really big, most people don't even notice it.
Piercings;
Dawn has a few piercings, only on her ears though, she could never really stand the needle anywhere else but her ears, the only place she couldn't see it going through with out a mirror. She has a double piercing on her earlobe, and one on her right ear through the top cartalige. She usually wears studs in the second earlobe piercing, and silver hoops in the first.
PERSONALITY;;
Personality;
You really wouldn't think Dawn would be a nice person, considering the way she carries herself, or the way she acts so confident. She knows what it's like to be down in the dirt, to be stuck in the gutter, so she never ever puts anyone down for any reason. Dawn is really a sweet girl, helping people that have it worse then or, or even people that have more then her. She hides behind how she looks and the confidence she has, hoping no body realises that she is just some hooker, just some chick that has sex with men for money. She will never truely trust anyone, she never really will. It takes a few months to actually win her heart as a friend. It just is that way with her, she can't run the risk of getting burned.
You either like Dawn or you don't that's just the way it is. She is incredibly seductive, always looking for new clinets, for yeah, the poor girl has to eat. She has a sexxy, playful manor, and a lesser, more adored one when she talks to females. It takes alot for her to really open up, because she is shy. On the outside, she seems so happy, like she has everyhting, but really, that is just a front, because she has never been so close to letting herself go before. On the inside, she is just a bunch of broken pieces, and she hasn't been able to put them together for a very long time.
Depression comands most of this girl's life. The other half being her occupation. She sits out alone on the balcony of her apartment and looks down at the cold, empty street. Dawn is constantly day dreaming, of better days, of a better life. She is always praying to the lord to give her strength to help save herself, cause god knows that she is so close to just letting go quick and painless. She is rather unsocail for a girl of her circumstance. She doesn't talk much, just lays herself out so that they can do what they need to do any pay her. She comes off emotionless, and that's why she gets so many clients, because they all want it, with no strings attatched.
She is a stubborn little bitch. Well, atleast she can be. Dawn is independant, and she's convinced she's right about most things, if not everything.
Likes;
[ alchohol
[ coffee
[ sex
[ high heels
[ good hair days
[ cigarettes
[ the wind
[ lingerie
[ smooth skin
Dislikes;
dry skin ]
rodents ]
allergies ]
strawberry ice cream ]
bugs ]
ponytails ]
dirty people //. dirty men ]
booty shorts ]
unexcitement ]
snobs ]
rich people]
PAST;;
Family;
eva kisse . thirty nine . mother
robbie kisse . fourty . uncle
History;
Eva Kisse has always dreamed of having the perfect family, she had her life planned from the moment she was fifteen. She had dreams of going to college and becoming a doctor, marrying a charming man that would give her healthy and well behaved children. She dreampt that she would have a perfect life, and retire slightly early, spending the rest of her days in the warm sunshine, knitting or discussing politics with the man she loved. She had that dream, for so many years, and yet, no matter how much she kept up her end of the bargin, fate never heald up it's end, and Eva was let down incredibly, never having the chance to do any of the things that she had wanted to.
It all started with losing the scholarship to the worlds biggest geek. Eva grew up with many, many sibilings, six sisters, one brother, and counting her added up to eight children. Money had been and always would be tight, so then, there you go, the hopes and dreams of becoming a doctor came crashing around her ankles. She never gave up hope though, that one day her prince would come, and that she would be saved from it, even if she had to work for many years to save up the money for university, true love could guide her through. She had been looking to hard however, and that too, turned out to be a big mistake.
Eva met him at a party. Yes, you guessed it folks, the future father of the depressed, broken girl of Dawn Kisse didn't have a name. Well, yeah, he did. But Eva never even remembered to find that out. It had been a late, July night, and the shy Eva was coaxed out of her depressing apartment by one of her closest friends, promised a night of fun, drinking, and maybe a little guy time. So, this sad, bitter woman, with high hopes of the future came along to the party, soon finding out it would be different then she expected. Eva had been a shy girl, always. In school she had a few boyfriends, never going farther then hardcore making out. It had been just that way. It was love at first site, atleast for Eva, but for him, well, all he saw was those long legs and breasts and he was hooked.
It hadn't taken him long to get Eva in the backseat of his car. Little Eva was a cheap drunk, a few shots and a beer and she was out cold, slurring words left right and center, rubbing her body against his, convinced in her sick, drunken mind and state that he was the one she was to spend the rest of her life with. Twenty minutes later, she found herself naked with him, giggling and touching him, letting him touch her back. It went just like that, and two hours later, she stumbled out of the car as he drove away, totally unaware of what happened, her clothes on backward or too many buttons done up. She stumbled back to the party, finding her friends, happy to recite the whole experience, and laughing and joking about it.
There was one question though, that one of her more careful friends asked, and as the words floated from her lips, her memories came rushing back, the question haunting her, shivers down her spine as she listened. "Did you guys use protection?" No, unlike most women, Eva wasn't on the pill, for she had never seen a reason to. She had met no one that would get her pregnant until tonight, and in her drunken state she didn't even stop to think of her body. The condom thing was out of the question, he hadn't used one. That night she went to bed, dreading the wake in the morning. The next day, Eva bought herself a pregnancy test, and let's guess the results, yep. Positive.
It was then, she had to face her parent's wrath. Eva had been brought up old fashioned, taught that abortions were bad, and that you were to be responsible for your own sins. So therefore she kept her child, caught up in the life changing part of it. She suffered alot of problems by the time her pregnancy was coming to an end. More emotional then physical. The day that Dawn was born she was welcomed with a large collection of family, all of whome supported her mother, whether or not this could bring the entire family down. But there, in that moment, after everyone left the room to let her sleep, Eva thought that maybe, everything after all would be okay. How wrong she really, truely was.
Eva brought her home, and within the first week, she had already grown tired of the newborn. She was sick of having to feed her, having to care for her in the proper manner. However, it only made it worse in the crying department, and Eva only paid attention to her when it got truely to horrible to bear and the neighbors complained. The young Dawn fell into a state of neglect, which only continued on for two more years.
As Dawn reached her third birthday, already armed with curious thoughts and feelings about the world, Eva took her out of the dingy apartment, sick of the child, though not entirely heartless enough to throw her out with the garbage. Eva loved her daughter, so very much, and she could see that the situation wasn't good for either of them, so she appeared on her brother's doorstep, one rainy and chilly night, explaining that she couldn't keep her any more, and left her daughter, shuddering in his arms, and she disappeared from the walk, and she hasn't been seen since. Since that day, her uncle Robbie became her father.
As Dawn grew, she became more independant and rebellious, and by the age of thirteen, she was already suited with a handful of flings, all of whome never lasted more then a few weeks, and she had already gone father with those few guys then most girls would in ten more years. She hadn't yet experienced sex, no, that would come at the age of fourteen, but she had done everything but. She earned herself the kind of reputation that could never really be forgotten, like a dark coffee stain on her uncle's best stationary set, a mark of anger that would surely not be forgiven yet alone forgotten anytime soon.
On her fourteen birthday, she didn't have a gathering of family, no, she had a gathering of friends, and unknown people at the local club, not really a planned event, but she just told them to show up there so they could dance and have fun and what not. It was then that she met Jake, also realising that the club was not an ordinary one, but infact, it used to be a strip, therefore, the rooms and poles were still there, making it incredibly easy to blackmail the bar man into opening one of them up, and letting the pair in. It was that night that Dawn lost her virginity, and any speck of innocence that she might have ever had. It was that night that she fell in love. Not with Jake, but with the thought that selling yourself for money might actually be a good idea.
At the age of sixteen, when Dawn got her licence, she was in the backseat of every guy's car. She had slept with three quarters of the football team, and any other random guy that was looking for a one night stand with no strings attatched, which was pretty much every guy that wasn't afraid to loose it, or do it again. Her uncle somehow found out about this, and was enraged, saying that if she could do this to her body, then she could make it on her own. He paid her 2 thousand dollars, and she moved away, on mutual agreement that she just couldn't live with him anymore. She found herself a cheap apartment, and began living there, becoming a highschool drop out. She wandered the streets by day, and at night, she was looking for work. Let's guess what as. Yep. A hooker.
At first, because she was new, she was something different, definatly the youngest and the most wild around. She gave the men a taste of what they had longed for before, what their graing wives couldn't give them, even the frat boys came to her, unsatisfied with their petty girl friends. She made incredible money however, but she was always careful, never buying anything but the cheapest things. She was smart that way, and she didn't get greedy, unlike most women who hit a hot streak. Sex still appealed to her, though not as much as before. Dawn became flaunty, show offy, and worked a few clubs, but hated it because you had to give most of your earnings to be bar. She stopped with that and went back to the regular, independant stuff.
By the time she was eighteen, she was old news. Not many men came back after two years, and yet she still had some worthy cilents, who came back week after week, their price always climbing, she supposed they were the reason she was still living. Funds were cheaper, but she still made enough to keep up with rent and buying condoms. It was around that time she wished she could stop the cycle. She became depressed, realising the harsh, cold truth of what she had did to her body and what she had become. But still, she had barely any education and she was broke, no job to get and with no job she had no way of getting pay. So hooking it was, and it would continue that way.
It had taken a long time to go through those four years, and sadly, to this day Dawn is still doing what she always did. It had taken alot to keep going, and with funds still tight, she still didn't have the oppertunity to break it. Though, she still enjoys herself when she does. It is only when she is alone in her apartment that she starts to doubt herself. Sex still gives her pleasure, and she probably won't learn until it is too late. Nothing could ever change this girl. Nothing but a kick in the ass and a huge reality check.
PRESENT;;
Pets;
none.
Siblings;
none.
Children;
none.
Education;
miss Dawn is a highschool drop out, she didn't even graduate, but that doesn't mean she's stupid.
Job;
little Dawn is a hooker, yes, a hooker.
CITY OF ANGELS;;
Celebrity;
Kirsten Kreuk
Sample Post;
Dark green book sat clutched in a girl's feminine fingers, softly curled golden tresses falling down over her shoulders. Over -sized dark glasses perched a top her blonde crown, and her hazel gaze was able to read the lines of fine print. English, what a bore, Philosophy was much worse, but yeah, she wasn't going to bother with even trying to understand the books on that subject, let alone trying to lift them. Eyes wandered lightly across the page, not really taking in anything from the text. What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon, studying in a stuffy library, trying to understand why sentences needed a subject and a predicate. She could live with out both of them. The truth was, she really had nothing else to do. She was just another face at Sarachez, but that would soon change.
Madison wasn't used to being just another pretty face, well, she was more then that, and she knew it. But the way this school worked, the way everything ran, it wasn't much different, girls ran this school, the stylish, his gossip ones of course. Girls ran the world, we only let men think they do. The normal things went on here, sex, drugs, rock and roll, it was all apart of the major picture that the teenagers made up. She silently wondered why so many parents thought it was a good idea to send your precious child to boarding school, with a bunch of horny and hung over teenagers under one roof, it couldn't be good. Emotions and such ran high, and to keep them under pressure, under wraps, wasn't quiet a good thing.
The silence of the library was pressing in on her ears, the ringing sound blaring through her mind. Her weight shifted on the chair lightly, her feet scuffing the floor. Dark wrap sweater clung to her curvy frame, and light washed jeans encased slim, tanned legs. She was dressed more casually today, being one of her lazy, and unwilling to be inspired enough to go over the top. But Madison looked good none the less, she always did. She was proud to be a woman, carrying such nice curves and flawless skin. She had never felt the desire to give up her body, or to change it in anyway. Madison enjoyed the stares, she enjoyed the attention.
Dark purple painted fingers closed the book, the pages ruffling as she shut them closed. Petite frame stood, her onyx scarf falling to the floor as she did so. Graceful strides broke toward the bookshelf, returning the book to where she figured it should go. Hands placed on womanly hips as she look up at the top shelf, her full pink lips twisting downward into a frown. In the movies, there would be a male pass by, and she would bat her long dark eye lashes, asking the tall, charming stranger to get it down for her, but of course, this wasn't a movie, it was reality, and there was no tall, charming stranger there to help. A sigh escaped her, and she reached up on tippy toes, her fingers grazing the spine. Curse Miss Mariah Ferra on being so short, that's where she got her height, that fabulous mother of hers.
Hazel gaze moved over the navy carpeted floor, then spotting a stool on the other end of the isle. She contemplated on whether she really wanted that book, or if she was just to lazy to get it and climb on the stool like come sort of book nerd. Nope, she wasn't that interested in it, if it wasn't in her reach, then too bad, this is how hard she was working to get it. She felt no desire for working hard for something she didn't care about, so she just walked away, not even give the stool or the self a second look. Madison was just liked that, she either took it or left it, depending on the interest she had in it. She had interest in many things. But books, was not one of them.
What was a normal thing seventeen year old females were interested in? Fashion, their friends, possibly boy friends, that's what the innocent side of this female looked like, but the inside, sex was something she enjoyed, as was alcohol, too bad her loving mother and her step-daddy didn't know at all what went on in this girl's blonde head. They were too busy making her happy and content with everything she wanted. They were too busy with their little perfect princess. But somehow, along the way, she was pushed ever so slightly aside, but something new, a baby, and the couple shared their love, now not with her, but with a child of there own. It really didn't bother the dramatic princess though, as long as they called every so often, and paid her cell phone bill and gave her anything else she asked for, Madison couldn't really care less.
Petite frame returned to where her purse and such were. A copy of Seventeen magazine lay across the table, and a thin hand reached over grabbing it lightly. She leaned back, removing the glasses from her head and placing them on the table. Madison had to admit, she was addicted to that magazine, Cosmopolitan as well. It was a normal thing to read, the only thing she actually did read, and actually enjoyed. She flipped through the glossy pages, reading the stories on the latest celebrities and such. Come to think of it, the world was so lush, obsessing over these beautiful airbrushed people. But then, this school, was filled with girls just like the ones in the real world, all eyes on them, their names on everyones lips. Even the school journalist spilled and talked about them. It was a simple fact of life, to be thought of beautiful, you had to be in the lime light, but to be in the lime light, you have and want everything. You sucked and sucked and took until there was nothing left from the people around you. That is when, you truly had it all.
Other;
*EDITED BY ADMINS* |
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