Post by melissa on Jul 25, 2009 13:45:16 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name •
melissa rose scott. call her melissa and she might just attack. there are very few people who get away with calling her by her full firstname. even then she doesn't like it.
nick names •
lissa. liss. lissy. mel. mellie. eliss. anything other than melissa. don't ask why. she just hates her name.
age •
twenty years old. she's rather depressed about the fact that she can't call herself a teenager any more..young adult just sounds so weird.
grade •
college freshman, though she's majoring in psychology with a minor in philosophy - lissa is only at college to pass the time, she had no idea what she wants to do with her life. who needs a job when you have money?
hometown •
new york city, born and bred.
sexuality •
sorry ladies, she has eyes for guys only.
member group •
college.
character looks !
[/color][/center]height •
five foot eight inches. she doesn't class herself as short but everyone she knows seems to be so much taller..life isn't fair really.
hair •
lissa is actually a brunette. though some would argue her hair is black, it's not. seriously. look close enough and you'll know i'm right.
eyes •
usually they're green, but if she's over emotional, like really excited or majorly depressed then they go a strange blue-green colour. pretty either way, really.
play by •
miss jessica stunning szhor
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes •
lissa can pretend all she likes that she isn't a girlie girl, but even she can't deny that she loves flashing that credit card and going crazy when shopping. yes. it's official. lissa is a shopaholic. and she doesn't intend on quitting anytime soon. the key to her heart is hot chocolate. but it must be from starbucks and be topped off with the infamous cream and chocolate, else she could care less. picky, isn't she? if lissa gets her own way, then she's on seventh heaven, without a doubt. just the fact that she's calling the shots makes her happy. so would you be if you had a father like hers. hugs. she's a child at heart who lives by the saying that hugs make everything better. she has her moments where she will hug if she feels the need, mainly because she's a hugging person. being in a good mood. it's so depressing and irritating when everyone around you is grumpy and pissed off, so more often that not - lissa tends to act rather cheerful, just to please herself. los angeles. after spending the summer with her father there, lissa kind of wishes she could go back, but she loves new york too much too leave it. coffee.coffee.coffee.coffee. she lives on the stuff, and without it she'd be like a drained battery - absolutely no use.
dislikes •
melissa. it's such a stupid name. until the age of seven years old, her great grandfather called her his little meliiephant. it only stopped because he died, and she wasn't happy to see him go, she was just happy that she'd never have to hear it again. if you call her melissa, then prepare for major freakout. don't try and tell her what to do if you have no right,she'll just ignore you and more often than not do the opposite of what you told her to do. clingy people irritate her to no end and that's why she tends not to date often, it's a big turn off to be dating someone who latches onto you like some kind of leech. her mother's "new family". after yet another divorce, it only took her mom five months before she'd found another husband to sink her claws into. this one coming with two obscene little spoiled brats who she despised greatly. and that's putting it nicely. hangovers, because, to be honest - who does? she really hates driving in the city, she'd much rather get a cab or the subway, lissa just gets stressed and comes down with a violent case of road rage. it's not pretty.
habits/quirks •
she bites her bottom lip, a lot. it's amazing how her teeth haven't permanently left some kind of imprint there the amount of times she's done it. her nails are pretty much non-existant. just little stubs of color, because she paints them in an attempt to make them look like nails. she get stressed and starts chewing, she just can't help it. does shopping count? she can't go longer than three days without buying anything, even if it's just paying for a cab - it'll do. she just has this need to spend money.
fears •
lissa is scared that because she has issues when it comes to getting close to people, she'll end up pushing them away and never having a real chance at settling down.
she knows it will never happen, but she's afraid of becoming poor. it's such a vain and sadistic fear, but she just can't help it.
her mother will get bored with her and send her to live with her father, permanently. being alone at night.
dreams •
lissa wants to be known for something she's achieved, not for her social status or her father's business.
she's never told anyone, but she wants a big family. yes, little miss spoiled and commitaphobe wants to have that beautiful white wedding in the biggest church she can find, invite hundreds of guests, find that one guy to be with the rest of her life and have pretty babies with. but if you were to even ask her about it, she'd deny it.
secrets •
she's only at college for something to do, she has no idea what she wants to do with her life career wise. big family ftw. when she was in los angeles, she was attacked on her way home from a nightclub and now she can't go out late at night on her own without having a major panic attack, but she didn't tell anyone because she was too embarassed.
overall •
vain,,impatient,,stubborn,,cheerful,,indecisive,,confusing,,intelligent
character history !
[/size][/color]mother •
ashleigh rhianne avery-mason; forty-three; socialite.
father •
christian james scott; fifty-two; founder & owner of scott records.
siblings •
jemma haley ryan; nineteen; model (half-sister, unknown)
felicity clarisse mason; twenty; college student (step-sister)
thomas samuel mason; twenty-three; unemployed (step-brother)
pets •
none
other family •
julian richard avery; seventy-nine; retired entrepreneur; grandfather
marielle anettee avery; seventy-two; former journalist, current editor of a women's magazine; grandmother
tristian harvey mason; fifty-one; laywer; step-father numero dos
monica elle scott; twenty-four; actress; step-mother
overall •
It's not a love story, baby just say no..
You don't hear people say that very often, do you? Well perhaps if someone had told Miss Ashleigh Mason, she wouldn't be on her third husband by now, Christian might not have created another child and kept her secret from everyone and Melissa wouldn't want to kill her step-sister... Start from the beginning? I think so..
She was in Los Angeles for the weekend, her girlfiriends had dragged her out on a mad road trip from New York all the way down to LA, just to celebrate her twenty-first birthday a fortnight early. Mostly because Marielle had spent four months planning a party that was pretty much the talk of her social circle. But Ashleigh could care less, she just wanted to get out and have a bloody good time, not waste her life away trying on dresses her mother deemed appropriate and fixing her up with young men who her father thought had great potential. a.k.a They were going to be rich men someday and Ashleigh had better sink her claws in while she still had good looks. Ashleigh didn't want a husband. She didn't want a family. She wanted to be young and free forever..in her world there was no such thing as growing up and facing reality. She was going to be Peter Pan and run away to Neverland. Alright, maybe that wasn't going to work, but she planned on having fun at least. Then she met Chris.
She was at a bar and typically enough, her friends had all sauntered off back to the hotel with whatever man they'd managed to grab, but Ash hadn't found one she wanted yet and it was two in morning, she doubted she was going to find someone who wasn't about to throw up or who hadn't already passed out. Christian Scott was having the exact same problem, rich boy living off his fathers money and one of the biggest whores in tinseltown. He'd been with the ones that had interested him, intruiged him, looked at hm..but he wanted someone new..someone fun. No-strings attached sex that he could think about the next night alone in his apartment, not having to worry about whether or not she'd remember where he lived or left her number only for him to run into her while with his parents....been there. Done that. So when he saw Ashleigh sitting alone at the bar and heard her damand in the most amusing accent another shot from the bartender, he wanted her and he was going to have her.
Rest assured, after three drinks and the promise of a good time, Ash was practically dragging him out of the bar. They went back to his apartment and Chris did what he did best, shagged her and he usually manages to get women out before they make themselves comfortable. Ashleigh stayed for a week. She only left because she knew her mother was going to absolutely freak out if Ashleigh missed her own party. Thing is, Christopher..didn't mind Ashleigh staying. He found her so interesting that when she said she had to go, he was genuinely upset. Some girl he'd known and fucked for a week was on his mind and now she was going to vanish..But he let her go, knowing that nothing would have come out of it anyway.
Or so he thought. Six months later, he was lying in bed, nursing the mother of all hangovers, trying to workout why his head was pounding so much. Then he realised, the banging was not him..he stumbled to the front door to see a very pissed off fat man who was an ugly shade of purple and a heavily pregnant brunette. Only. It wasn't any brunette. It was his brunette. Ashleigh. It didn't take him long to work it out, the angry father and the fact that she was at his place was enough to realise that, it was all his fault. That is how Ashleigh broke her neverland dream and ended up being forced into marrying Chris. He wanted to do the right thing and..well..Julian Avery is a scary man.. Ashleigh refused to leave New York. It was her home. So Chris rented out his apartment and moved in to the Avery home. So they had a small wedding, a few weeks before Meliisa was born and it went downhill from there
So we can skip ahead..two years. As that is when the not so happy couple finally ended things. Chris was far from faithful and while he loved Melissa, a lot, he'd moved from lust to distaste to hatred of Ashleigh and with a quick and easy divorce he went back to Los Angeles and Ashleigh was alone and depressed with a baby she hadn't wanted in the first place. After Melissa was born she developed a mild case of depression, she loved her daughter in the way that a mother does - but at the same time she hated being stuck with a child while her friends were still off having their parties and messing around and having fun. So by the time Melissa was in elementary school, Ashleigh was back out enjoying her life and having fun, so it wasn't long before husband two came along. He was an egocentric, spoiled, arrogant, tosser. Why did Ash want to be with him? He had money and was great in bed. Simple. She put her needs first and Melissa's second. Melissa was either at school or with a nanny. What did she need her mother for? That's how Ash thought of it anyway and her marriage to mister egocentric only lasted a few years, she got bored of him and sent him on his way. Not before taking a hell of a lot of money from him first of course. That's how it was, as Melissa grew up there were numerous guys her mother dated, all of them the same - none of them caring much for her mother, just the benefits that came with dating Ashleigh Avery - money, acknowledgement, insight into the elite social circles of the city. Oh yes, dating miss Avery had many uses. But as soon as things got too serious, they'd be off. Latching onto one of her other girlfriends just to stay in the social eye.
Melissa wasn't a lonely child. She grew up surrounded by people, so whenever she got the chance she'd be with her friends as often as possible just to get away from home. Melissa just hated being around her mom when she was acting like some sadistic whore twenty-four seven. It's not fun growing up and have your mom bring home random men or hear her crying about how fucked up her life is when yet another relationship goes wrong. So whenever she could, Melissa would phone her father and tell him everything. He'd listen. Tell her not to worry. Promise to send her something and then with the usual I love you, Daddy's busy and he'll talk to you soon, the line would go dead and Melissa would just accept that her father was busy with his business. He worked a lot when he didn't need to and she respected that, plus she loved him a lot - considering she rarely saw him, it was easier to love him, he couldn't piss her off.
Lissa really started to live her life when she got to high school. She'd already knew about alcohol and sex and drugs, but she'd never experienced it obviously. That all went right out of the window the minute her sophomore year started. There were parties she wouldn't have, in a million years went to had her mother known what was going on, there were boys, there was alcohol that was so much more thrilling than the pishy table wine her mother allowed her to drink with meals. It was new and exciting and she loved it all. It was like Ashleigh Avery version 2.0. And Ashleigh didn't even realise it until it was too late. At her graduation party, she drank so much that she had to go and get her stomach pumped, to which after thinking she was dying because she felt so bloody rough after it, ending up admitting everything to her mother. It all came out in one big teary rush. Every boy she'd been with, every party she'd lied about going to, evey time she'd stolen and ruined her mothers shoes or a dress..everything.
Naturally, Ashleigh freaked out. She was having all sorts of images of her daughter becoming just like her, pregnant, alone and being forced to marry some vile man who wasn't all that good in bed to be perfectly honest. So, she, being the ditzy moron that she was, decided Melissa needed..a break from new york city. There was only one other place to send her, and that was Los Angeles to live with her father and new step mother. Who, was four years older than Melissa..which was really quite creepy. But Monica was fun, she was like an older sister..who just happened to be married to her father. Which was..strange, but she had someone young to go shopping with and talk to..which was nice considering her mother was pretty much, difficult to talk to about anything.
So after..an eventful eight months in Los Angeles, Lissa returned to find her mother's boyfriend and his brats had moved in while she was away. Nobody even told her until she got home to find them all waiting in the dining room for her welcome home dinner. When she and Thomas first met, it was before their parents even knew each other - he had tried to get with her and was overly touchy, it wasn't until she poured her drink over his head that he got the idea she wasn't interested, but even after their parents were together he still attempted to flirt with her whenever he could. Creepy step-incest much? Then there was blonde bimbo mega bitch. Felicity. Fliss was a stuck up, slut who thought the world revolved around her. Rest assured, they hated one another and rarely spent long in the same room unless they absolutely had to. It was that awkward, that Ashleigh had started nagging them both to try and get along more. It didn't work at all.
Melissa hadn't went straight to college after graduation having spent so long in LA with her father, so on return to NYC she found a lot had changed and she didn't fit in as she used to with the people she'd been around, yet it didn't take too long before things were kind of back to normal. Kind of. Because. Just as she was settling in, her mother drops the marriage bombshell. So one wedding later and her mother simply hyphoning hers and Tristain's surnames, Lissa was ready to get on the next flight to LA and leave her mother to her antics. But it didn't quite turn out that way. she ended up staying in NYC, enrolling in college just to prove she was every bit as intelligent as Fliss was, and for something to do really. Yet she's still wishing she'd just gone back to LA and stayed wtih her father, it might have been easier that way.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name •
jade
your age •
sixteen
roleplaying experience •
a while
how you found us •
colleeen <3
roleplay sample •
Jun 22, 2009 16:12:53 GMT -5 @jade2 said:
B E C A U S E O F Y O U* I A M A F R A I D
i'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh, everyday of my life.
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Teagan Faile was many things. She was so childish that people rarely believed she was twenty years old. She could be so grumpy that it earned her a nickname of grouch amongst some of her lesser known acquaintances. Teagan also had a previous reputation as a..well, slut seems so cruel that I think we could go with something a tad more polite. She liked to get to know other people very well, very quickly. She wasn’t one for the traditional way of doing things, because why get to know someone in their bed when you can do it on a trampoline? Anyway. Point being, that though Teagan had been described as and called so many things in her life, that she’d pretty much lost count. One thing anyone was yet to accuse her of was being an alcoholic. It was no secret that Teagan loved her vodka – but the more time she spent with Bandit, the less time she spent drinking and it was starting to take it’s toll.
She had never bothered getting into the drugs when she was young, she didn’t see the need and her eldest brother, Andrew threatened to slice every one of her fingers and toes off if she even dared try anything stronger than a joint. And that was when she was eight years old. So safe to say, the message stuck and the odd joint never hurt anybody anyway – so she was perfectly happy in what she had for now. It was the vodka that was her only drug. The sweet burn travelling down her throat and releasing those amazing little happy chemicals all through her body, keeping her content and relaxed until the next mouthful and the next, and the next until she was so smashed that well..it just became a fun time for everyone around her really to see how far they could push her into doing things she probably would do when sober anyway. But that was Teagan for you. And thanks to lack of Bandit time – which though had left her feeling horrible clingy and unsatisfied – she had been spending a lot more hours in the tavern, rather than pulling her finger out and getting her work done like she’d promised her twin, Chris, that she was going to do.
Lucky for her, the apartment she lived in was a mere ten minute walk from the oh so quaint little pub she had come to love in the past few weeks. The food, in her opinion, wasn’t exactly five star amazing quality – but it was food and saved her from cooking and therefore potentially burning down the apartment along with whatever she’d tried to make. With a cigarette held in one slender hand, she clutched her cellphone tightly in the other, like the naïve little girl she was acting like and waiting for him to call. Though to be fair, she’d went out to New York and got wasted while meant to be at some crappy baby shower. And somehow she managed both, but it wasn’t easy and she was very nearly not allowed onto the plane when she tried to leave as security thought she was acting odd. Until of course Teagan tried to explain, without slurring her words, that she couldn’t help it if she was a little bit retarded at times and they didn’t have to be so judgemental. Though, she suspected that maybe they let her on through just to shut her up and cure their, would she could only image to be, splitting headaches.
Lost in her own little world as usual, Teagan was in the process of taking a long drag from her cigarette as she pushed the doors to the tavern open, staring around disdainfully at the company it had to offer her. Mostly old men or families. Great. She didn’t see the fascination with purple sneakers, it smelled like sweat, whenever you tried to dance you were groped and touched and there was never an escape from people. It’s why she loved the somewhat serene atmosphere of the well known little establishment because it was very unlikely that she’d be bothered, unless it was by the creepy guy who was in every single Sunday without fail, just waiting for her. Or. She thought he waited for her, why else would he be in the same place, at the same time, watching her every single time? She couldn’t help but shudder visibly as she tottered over to the bar, taking her place on one of the many unoccupied bar stools, yet sitting close to one of the younger bar inhabitants. Or rather, he looked young from behind – either way Teagan was going to force him into conversing with her, because she was just that good. Smirking lightly, she ordered herself a dry martini and turned to face him, “A guy like you all alone at the bar? Either you're gay or nobody but me has seen you yet.” And before you ask, no. That was not Teagan’s some lame attempt at a pick-up line, but it was how she always started conversations with people. By being upfront and personal. Got to love a girls attitude though, right?
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STATUS // finished
TAGS // johnny
WORDS // eight six four
NOTES // cheat o: ahaha, i rambled >.> but LOL she doesn't even realise who he is. yet. haaah
LYRICS // because of you - kelly clarkson
CREDIT // this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !
OUTFIT // in the picture <33
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