Post by Emilee Evans on Apr 17, 2009 14:33:12 GMT -5
+General Information+
Name: Emilee Evans
Age: 16
Gender: Female
School: Breeze
Appearance:
+Background Information+
Personality: Emilee , when around her friends, can be a complete sweetheart. She’s loyal to them a would do anything for them when they are in need of a friend. She is quite loud, speaks what she thinks and that isn’t always a good thing because she tends to blurt it out. When her friends are in need of advice, they are able to come to Emilee for advice, although she doesn’t know that solution to every problem she would try as much as she can to help them out. Rather then lying to make someone feel better, she tells it like it really is. Emilee wouldn’t tell somebody that their dress looks nice if it doesn’t, she’d go and tell them to get changed.
Why? Because that’s the way she wants to be treated, the last thing she needs is to be wrapped in cotton, she knows how the real world is so much harsher than High School, so it’s better to be prepared.
Emilee isn’t one to get into a physical fight with someone, but is able to argue with someone using a harsh tone.
The only time she would actually hurt somebody is if she were provoked, for instance an insult about her family or friends.
At times you could find Emilee sitting alone, not saying much. Times like this are very rare, and would usually mean that something is wrong. She does not like to show her emotions on her face and tends to bottle them up, only meaning that one day she will most likely break. At times when things go wrong, Emilee tries to smile and act as if everything is alright, like she has it under control, wanting to be a good example.
Overall Emilee isn’t that bad of a person, but you wouldn’t really know that unless you take time to get to know her. Not many do considering she doesn’t trust people much, as she tends to think ‘People change & promises are broken.’ She only hopes that she would never change, for the moment she likes who she is.
History: Emilee was actually born in London, but after her parents had split up she had to move to go and live with her Mother. She misses her home a lot, but actually likes where she is at the moment.
+School Information+
Grade:Junior
Extracurricular Activities:None
+Rp Example+:
Sitting comfortably on her bed Emilee looked at the scattered papers in front of, all her work had been done, finally! Looking towards her wardrobe she glared at it, seeing as the dress she was planning on wearing was hanging there. It was a baby pink colour, with some form of frills, Emilee wondered why on earth she had even thought of buying something as revolting as it. Walking over to her closet she grabbed the dress, swung the closet doors open and flung the dress inside, there was absolutely no way in Hell, she was going to wear that. Peering through what else she had, she pulled out a little black and white striped dress, sure it was simple but in her opinion it was sophisticated. Even if it was slightly plain, she could always glam it up with jewellery. She pulled out from under her bed black stilettos, main reason she usually wore heels was because she was short and they matched the dress of course. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed in the mirror, straightening it would just have to do. It was only a dance after all, there would be many more to come.
Other: She has multiple pericings and a tattoo of a moon on her right wrist.
Name: Emilee Evans
Age: 16
Gender: Female
School: Breeze
Appearance:
+Background Information+
Personality: Emilee , when around her friends, can be a complete sweetheart. She’s loyal to them a would do anything for them when they are in need of a friend. She is quite loud, speaks what she thinks and that isn’t always a good thing because she tends to blurt it out. When her friends are in need of advice, they are able to come to Emilee for advice, although she doesn’t know that solution to every problem she would try as much as she can to help them out. Rather then lying to make someone feel better, she tells it like it really is. Emilee wouldn’t tell somebody that their dress looks nice if it doesn’t, she’d go and tell them to get changed.
Why? Because that’s the way she wants to be treated, the last thing she needs is to be wrapped in cotton, she knows how the real world is so much harsher than High School, so it’s better to be prepared.
Emilee isn’t one to get into a physical fight with someone, but is able to argue with someone using a harsh tone.
The only time she would actually hurt somebody is if she were provoked, for instance an insult about her family or friends.
At times you could find Emilee sitting alone, not saying much. Times like this are very rare, and would usually mean that something is wrong. She does not like to show her emotions on her face and tends to bottle them up, only meaning that one day she will most likely break. At times when things go wrong, Emilee tries to smile and act as if everything is alright, like she has it under control, wanting to be a good example.
Overall Emilee isn’t that bad of a person, but you wouldn’t really know that unless you take time to get to know her. Not many do considering she doesn’t trust people much, as she tends to think ‘People change & promises are broken.’ She only hopes that she would never change, for the moment she likes who she is.
History: Emilee was actually born in London, but after her parents had split up she had to move to go and live with her Mother. She misses her home a lot, but actually likes where she is at the moment.
+School Information+
Grade:Junior
Extracurricular Activities:None
+Rp Example+:
Sitting comfortably on her bed Emilee looked at the scattered papers in front of, all her work had been done, finally! Looking towards her wardrobe she glared at it, seeing as the dress she was planning on wearing was hanging there. It was a baby pink colour, with some form of frills, Emilee wondered why on earth she had even thought of buying something as revolting as it. Walking over to her closet she grabbed the dress, swung the closet doors open and flung the dress inside, there was absolutely no way in Hell, she was going to wear that. Peering through what else she had, she pulled out a little black and white striped dress, sure it was simple but in her opinion it was sophisticated. Even if it was slightly plain, she could always glam it up with jewellery. She pulled out from under her bed black stilettos, main reason she usually wore heels was because she was short and they matched the dress of course. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed in the mirror, straightening it would just have to do. It was only a dance after all, there would be many more to come.
Other: She has multiple pericings and a tattoo of a moon on her right wrist.
