Post by claire belle tompson on Mar 23, 2008 8:51:30 GMT -5
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{about you}[/font]
name: maya !
age: fourteen !
experience: five or six years
other characters here: none yet.
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CLAiRE BELLE TOMPSON
{character basics}[/font]
nickname(s): clairbell
age: seventeen
birthday: may 10th, 1991
grade: senior
gender: the femme
sexual orientation: straight / heterosexual
clique: "populars"
{appearance}
portrayed by: vanessa ann hudgens
height: five feet ; five inches
eye color: dark brown ; almost black ; long & wavy
hair color: deep brown with a bit of hazel and green
overall:
Oh, there is really no denying it. The girl knows she's got model looks and a bright personality. But let's focus on the looks.
That dark brown hair? It's from her father's side. Nobody knows how she got deep brown, though, since her mum is a redhead and her father is a brunette. But, she loves it the same.
People say she looks "girl-next-door-sy," but she knows how to make it the girl next door that you wish you could get with. That girl next door that's always out tanning by her pool? That's the girl-next-door that she is.
She loves to wear bright colors with a dark contrast. It brings out her hair and eyes. But in the formal category, she loves short v-neck dresses that show of her figure. She sometimes goes to the gym with her sisters or sometimes they just take walks.
Her eyes are a deep brown with a little bit of hazel and green. It really depends on the clothing she's wearing and eyeliner always brings out the green a little more. But she doesn't go full out skank on the eyeliner, just little goes a long way.
Some people have said she looks like a whore or maybe even a fake tanner. But no, that tan is one hundred percent real California tan, and as for the whole " whore " topic? Well, she owns up to it. If you've got the look, flaunt it. And if you've got the cash, flaunt that too.
{personality}
general:
Claire is a smart girl. No doubt about that. But from her looks and the way she acts around her friends and cute guys, she comes off as a stupid, rich whore. She's rich, and she is a bit of a whore...but she's not stupid. Most of the time.
She loves to joke and have a roaring good time. She has a good sense of humor and fast comebacks. She love, love, LOVES to party. She's a party girl, no doubt. She can liven up a room faster than you can say "Pass me another round, babe."
She isn't really all that harmful when she's angry. She doesn't throw mass fits or anything. She used to when she was younger, fourteen and fifteen, but she got over her "issues."
Claire has been diagnosed with A.D.D and Bipolar disorder, although nobody is really certain about it. Her attention is pretty short, though, unless you know how to keep her entertained. As for the bipolar? Well, she's pretty sure that the diagnosis was correct.
She loves attention. She will direct attention to herself in any way possible. Whether it's flashy clothes, sleeping with your boyfriend, or dancing around like a maniac, she knows how to draw you in and keep you in.
She really is a kind and giving girl. Thanks to her stunning looks, nobody will give her five minutes to talk about how global warming is bad for the earth, or how world peace is really the answer. She doesn't buy real fur, like some girls she knows. She's partially a vegetarian and gives to the homeless all the time. But nobody knows because nobody listens to any of that from her mouth.
likes:
+ big sunglasses
+ bright colors
+ boys !!!
+ fashion
+ shopping for anything
+ modeling
+ photography
+ dancing in her undies
+ partying
+ drinking
+ dying hair
+ painting nails
+ chocolate !!
+ iPods
+ cellphones
+ smart water
+ PHOTOSHOP !! <3
+ alternative music
+ being the whore that she is ! (:
& so much more...
dislikes:
- perverts
- carbs
- depression
- obsessions, though she gets them A LOT
- people who f*ck with her friends or family
- racism
- people who have no motivation
- liars
- cheaters
- people who can't stick up for themselves !
- hypocrites
- people who over-photoshop themselves
- myspace whores
- metal music
& so much more...
strengths:
+ positive influences
+ being around her best friends
+ her competitive-ness
+ her hero
+ her ambition
weaknesses:
- one-night stands
- being cheated on
- her loneliness
- talking about her family
- sex
- cute boys
- admitting she's wrong
- she can can be pretty naive
{history}
birthplace:
san clemente, california
family members:
PARENTS;
Regis Tompson - aged forty seven; lives in Santa Barbara; photographer
Janice Tompson (Maiden- Roberts)- aged forty five; lives in Santa Barbara; ex-talk show host; goes in and out of rehab
SIBLINGS;
Sammie Alexandra Tompson; aged fourteen; lives with Claire
Allison Taylor Tompson; aged sixteen; lives with Claire
PETS;
Lilly - cocker spaniel
Sophie - yorkie
history:
Uhm....I'm...R-..Regis.."
That was how this whole thing got started.
You know that kid in high school, the one who carries around a camera all the time and is always photoshopping them into beautiful pictures? The one that goes to the creative arts school on the west side of town? The one that is kind of quirky and cute in their own way with the black hair and the soulful eyes? Well, that was Regis Tompson.
And you know that chick who looked pretty, but tough and hardened on the outside? The one with the bad reputation for being a slut or a whore or a druggie or anything like that? The one who occasionally smiles, and rarely ever comes to class? The one that hangs out in the alleys with a badass look on her face? Well, that was Janice Roberts.
And one day, those two stereotypes collided. It was after school, when that creative guy had to take the back way home through the alley where he knew all the druggies hung out. Sure, he was nervous. But he needed to get home, right? Right. So he goes through the alley and- BAM! He sees a beautiful girl in the shadows with bright red hair and a cigarette between two of her lanky fingers. She pulls the joint from her mouth and looks at the creative kid with a hard stare.
You want somethin', kid?"
Those words are basically spat at the creative kid by the druggie girl. The creative kid stops and looks around the almost empty alleyway.
Who? Me?" He says in a dumbfounded sort of way. The druggie rolls her big green eyes.
No, Elvis Presley, fuckwad. Yes, you." She replies in an angry tone. She pushes herself off the wall and walks over to the shaking boy. What's your name, kid?" She asks with a skinny red eyebrow raised. He stammered as he blurted it out.
Uhm...I-I'm....R-...Regis..." He says in a hushed tone. The druggie chuckles as she puts a finger on his nose. Regis, eh? Well, nice to meet you kid. I'm Janice, and that's what you'll call me, understood?" The creative boy nodded his head, still shaking. There was something in her eyes that told him that she was trouble and above his league, but he just couldn't resist himself...
And somehow, the two most unlikely people ended up falling for each other. Strange enough, they lasted for a bit. Because on May 10th, 1991, their first born child was born, and they named her Claire Belle Tompson. They really hadn't expected much of the beautiful baby girl, considering she was being raised by a drug addict and a starving artist. But that changed after a while.
Her life seemed *almost* normal for a while. She went to school, like most kids. She wasn't a private school kid, like her parents. She wasn't really interested in most sports, like some other kids. She wasn't interested in the Arts, either. She was basically just a kid for a while. And then she picked up her father's camera and started toying with it...soon after, she became her father's inspiration to start working in the field of a professional photographer.
Her mother had been a model in years past, she had the looks to kill and the personality to impress. She was known worldwide for her performances on the runway and in ads. But her drug addiction got the most of her, and Claire had never really known her mother. The first time she was sent to rehab was when Claire was six, almost seven. She hadn't really understood what had happened to precious mommy, but she did know that she wouldn't come back the same as she had when she left.
After her mother got back from rehab, she distanced herself. It was more time with daddy and her sisters, when they were born, and nobody saw much of mommy. And then, one night, when Claire was fourteen, she found out the truth about everything and her life changed...drastically.
Her father sat her down, along with her two sisters, and began to tell them once more how he had met their mother. And then, he finally told them what was wrong with mommy. Girls, I..I don't know how to tell you this, but I know I have to. Girls, your mother is a hard drug addict, and she's been going in and out of rehab for a while now..." He had said. Those words were biting in Claire's ears, and unable to take it, she ran out of the house.
And then she found herself in a dark alley. She didn't know where she was, and she didn't really care. Rain was coming down in a soft drizzle over her head, and she was walking down the alley. Moments later, she was grabbed from behind. Her mouth was held shut with duct tape. She didn't know what the man looked like or his name, but she was scarred in more than one way that night. Ever since then, she became a sex addict.
When she turned sixteen and a half, she packed her and her sister's bags. Scars remained fresh in her mind, and her mother had come home 'permanently' after Claire had been attacked. Unable to bear, she moved her, her sisters, and their pets to Los Angeles, away from her parents.
EDIT;
She moved to Los Angeles and bought her own house. A grandmother who lived nearby decided to help her out after she told her what had happened, and pays all of their bills and whatnot. Her father also sends her and her sisters allowances from time to time.
{extras}
roleplay sample:
this was for another character of mine, Airen Levi Emery. enjoy (:
“So like I was saying, nobody cares.” He replied with a roll of his eyes. “Aw, shut up.” came from the back of the room, the kid holding the drumsticks in his hands and sitting at the drums. He had been messing around on them for the past hour, and nobody knew his name. Charlie turned his brown eyes to the kid holding the guitar. They called him Airhead, although his real name was Airen.
“Hey, Airhead,” Charlie said, and Airen lifted his head from whatever he had been playing. “Sing us a song.” Charlie commanded. The bassist and the kid with the drumsticks agreed and started urging him on. “Hey. I’m not all that good, guys. I’m serious.” He said, taking a few steps back towards the wall of the dirty garage. “Shut up, Airhead. You’re, like, some sort of rock god.” Charlie said, taking a step closer. “Seriously. Just play us a song, any song.” Airen sighed and sat down in his chair.
He pulled the guitar up and onto his lap. “Okay. Pick a song.” He said, looking at the three boys. They turned to each other and started to confer over what song. They turned around and looked at him. “You ever heard of You Know How I Do?” Charlie said, raising an eyebrow. Airen nodded. “The one by Taking Back Sunday?” He asked, and Charlie nodded. “Yeah. Play it, fool.” He said with a chuckle. Airen laughed and tuned his guitar. He coughed for a second, then began to strum the strings. He started to sing;
“So sick, so sick of being tired
And oh so tired of being sick
We're both such magnifacent liars
So crush me baby, I'm all ears
So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious
I'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all about it's basic
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
So sick, so sick of being tired
And oh so tired of being sick
Willing and ready to prove the worst of everything you said about
So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious
So good at setting bad examples
Listen Trick I've had all I can handle
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(Think of all the fun you had)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time)
We won't stand for
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(Think of all the days you spent alone with just your T.V. set and I)
We won't stand for
(I can barely smile)
(Think of all the fun you had)
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time)
We won't stand for
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore
(Think of all the days you spent alone with just your T.V. set and I)
We won't stand for
(I can barely smile)
Let's go
He's smoked out in the back of the van
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
Says he's fed up with holding on and on and on and on and on
He's smoked out in the back of the van
(We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore)
Says he's fed up with holding on and on and on and on and on”
Charlie was the first to put his hands together, and then smack them. In other words, he was clapping. The kid with the drumsticks smiled a bit, and then clapped too. The bassist was pretty out of it, he was smoking something. But he clapped like a maniac. Airen laughed a little. "Thank you, thank you." He said in a snobby voice.
Robbie was in the doorway and had heard the whole thing. "Dude, didn't know you knew TBS. Wickedd." He said with a satisfied smile. He was Airen's hero, and hearing positive feedback from him was like getting his face signed by Adam Lazzara: amazing.
previous RP roles: i've had soo many ^^;
anything else?: nopeee.
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