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Post by C.e.r.i.s.e [WHITLEY]♥ on Apr 12, 2007 12:08:30 GMT -5
The Form:
name Cerise Whitley
nickname Ceri
age 17
year Senior
gender Female
clique Realists
stereotypeEmo, Slut, Rocker, Punk, Bitch, Slut, Loner, Popular, Writer, Artist, Writer, Drama Freak
personality Cerise, how to describe the complete awesome girlie who we all know we love. Well, for one she is very level headed. Just because she likes to have fun and is very quirky and independent doesn’t mean she can’t be serious and collected at times. The opposite of her collected times as she calls them is the spazzy wild times when she is a complete wikd child. She lives in the moment and doesn’t care what other people think or say about her as long as she is happy. Ceri has the ability to make the downiest person smiled and she is a very caring person towards her friends. Sometimes her caring is almost to the point where it could suffocate anyone that happenes to fall upon its path. Although some people might thing she is a bitch, Ceri is a really nice girl with a outlandish and wild way of life. She is one of the more serious people in her group of friends though, and she looks at the world different from most.
likes
Photography
Hello Kitty
Invader Zim
Care Bears
Lucid dreaming
Quantem physics
Stickers
Fake Tattos
Dress Up
Creating her Reality
Writing
Drawing
Dancing
Singing
Being Spazz-tastical!
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Snuffleapagus
Having Butterflies
Partying
Not Lying
Sugar Free Monsters
Keyboards
Mannequins
Being in Love
Lattés
Sugar Free Anything
The Beach
Proving People Wrong
Grey
Vintage
Being Weird
Friends
Meaningful Words
Thr things you throw at the window and they stick
Jelly Beans
Song Lyrics
Pugs
Pretty Things
Gory Movies
Roller Coaster
Gloomy Bear
Rain
Frogs
dislikes ]
Being alone
Friends being hurt
The dark
Coo-Coo Clocks
Death
Rude people
Stereotypes
Depression
Missing those you love
Horses
Crabs
Being Confused
Ignorance
People who talk shit
Back stabbers
Obsessive people
hobbies Writing, Reading, Camping, Drawing, Dancing Singing, Polo, Fencing, Surfing, Water Skiing, Swimming, Painting, Calligraphy, Scrap booking, Quilts, Collecting Bottles, Collecting Fountain Pens, Collecting Key chains, Manga, Teddy Bears, Stickers and stamps, Baking, Blogging, Playing Violin, Guitar, and Piano, Running, Snowboarding, Ice Skating, Rock Climbing, Volleyball, Basketball, Horse riding, Ice Skating, Amateur Theater, Paintball, Journaling,
talents Photographing, Drawing, Dancing, Writing, Lyrics, Fencing, Acting, Violin, Piano, and Guitar
daily life[one paragraph]
good memory Ceri wakes up in the morning because her evil alarm clock goes off then she sleepily goes downstairs for either orange juice or cappuccino. Next she jumps in the shower, gets dressed, does her hair, and puts on a little make-up. Then it is time for school. Usually she stays after school because she is in a lot of after school things, but when the clubs are over she usually hangs out with her friends. Sometimes she goes out to party, and other times she stays home to study and catch up on homework. She goes to bed when she drops and it starts all over.
bad memory Getting heartbroken by the people she loved most, and sinking in between the cracks of depression.
normal habits Being Random
Smiling
Being Hyper
Being overly nice
bad habits
Biting her nails
Cracking her knuckles
Partying
Stalking people
Not knowing when to shut-up
general appearance[one paragraph]
Cerise has a more normal style then some of her friends, but that is only on some days. Thr girl likes to play dress up and would literally have the courage to wear her most sexy underwear out in public to go shopping. Ceri likes to wear colorful things a lot and she also likes to dress in a punk rock way on occasion. Whatever she wears thought it is sure to be trendy and beautiful.
clothing style[one paragraph]
Ceri has a random type of style. She would wear pretty much anything if it wasn’t granny style. She has a punk rock style at time, but otherwise she wears anything that is bright happy colors. She likes boots, shoes and dresses, but mostly she wears comfortable jeans a shirt and hoodie of some sort. She can sometimes be found dressed as a fairy, pirate, or something else in public. A lot of skirts and tank tops are in her closet
hair Blonde
eyes Brown
height 5’4”
weight 103
piercings/tatoos Butterfly on lower back. And ears pierced.
scars/anything abnormal Birth mark on upper left arm.
picture
celebrity
Jac Vanek
history[three paragraphs]
Where to start, there were these two kids in high school who had somehow meant there freshman in biology class. From the start they seemed to be attracted to each other. Throughout out their freshman and sophomores years in high school they were best friends and nothing more. When they reached Junior year their feeling sky rocketed and the respectable Mr. Whitley asked Rosey out. Now the both went to the same boarding school in New Jersey and came from wealthy backgrounds. Almost every person is Rosemary’s immediate family was a doctor or a lawyer, and she had always aspired to follow in her families footsteps. Brayden’s family owned different companies around the world of traveling and publication. In their senior year the Ceri’s parent’s got married by the consent of their parents and they moved into a small apartment. Going to college Brayden got his degree so he could take over his dad’s business and Rosey got her degree to be a neurosurgeon.
When the two had come into a lot of money they bought a bigger house in New Jersey and had their only child Cerise. They cared a lot for their daughter almost to the point where it would annoy you to your death. However, Ceri’s parents were always working and usually left Cerise with a nanny. They sent her to the best boarding schools around and even sent her to one in London to get her schooling. Not that Ceri didn’t like traveling. Over summer and Spring Break she would travel to somewhere new each time and by the time she was 11 had been to many countries that a lot of people would never get the chance to go to.
Something bad happened, well not bad just shocking, when Cerise was 14 during the summer of her coming freshman year. Mr. Whitley informed his wife that he had growing feelings for men, and that he could no longer find love in his wife’s arms. It crushed Cerise and she didn’t know how to react. All she knew is that her mother had already been cheating on her dad with their pool cleaner. Ceri would never tell her dad that though. So it went, Ceri was moved to California withing two weeks and her mom got them a new estate with new maids and staff. She would get a lor of money from Mr. Whitley because he still felt bad. Life went on for Ceri and her dad married a Mr. Gregory Montgomery and from the conversations she had with her dad Ceri knew he loved him a lot. Sadly, she wished she could be with her dad and not her mom because her mom was a bitch of sorts and seemed to loose all her respect for her daughter. In Cerise’s junior year when her mother married Christian Blanc, a French photographer and model. That helped Ceri’s photographying, but she hated the man because he hated kids an was extremely conceited and perverted in a way. He didn’t even try to be nice to Ceri and would talk trash and make fun of her with insults when her mom wasn’t around. He would even hit her sometimes. Not that her mother would care, she had changed a lot, and Cerise thought her to be the biggest whore ever. That is just how Cerise life was up tell Senior year. She doesn’t know if she wants to see what will happen next. Sometimes she wishes she could be with her dad and his husband, but then she would be leaving all her friends behind in California.
ancestry Family member of hers come from…basically…everywhere
wealth Her daddy owns companies around the world and her mother is a neurosurgeon. Yes, she has a lot of money.
family Rosemary Whitley (Maja)
Brayden Whitley (Faja)
pets Pug - Mr. Sniffles.
Macaw - Nana.
Kitten - Lucky.
Australian Shepard - Jasper.
one person you want to meet My one true love
one person you wish you never met All of the hypocrites in the world
role play example[four paragraphs]
Charlie winced a little seeing as her arm still stung from the big gash that was going up it. Well, not that big just kind of big. The tree had attacked her when she had jumped out of it awhile ago and it wouldn't let her forget that it had also eaten her shoes. Eating her shoes was of course it's way to get revenge on Charlie, but she wished she hadn't been wearing her favorite flats at the time, it really was a shame. Rubbing the spot where the cut was still slightly visible she jumped a little at the coldness and the pain her touch brought to her arm. She hoped that she hadn't hurt Bryan, and that he hadn't even noticed. She really hoped, even though it was kind of obvious that she had moved from her complete stillness. Charlie didn't get why a cut hurt that much, maybe she had sprained her wrist or something when she had hit the ground. If Bryan had noticed though she knew he would care, and he would probably start preeching her about the dangerous of jumping out of trees in the woods. Charlie of course jumped out of trees all of the time. None of the other tress had been that big though and she had gone quite far up into it before jumping. It had built her up just to watch her fall, how rude. She had felt on top of the world and then it "pushed" her off of its precious branch. She had even named the branch Juniper. Maybe Juniper had been in a rotten mood at the moment and hadn't wanted a hug.....how depressing. As a last though, maybe he doesn't like his name-Juniper. Poor Juniper was a sensitive lad.
Putting her thoughts about getting hurt aside she went back to reality and listen to Bryan rant about the iguana. She quite enjoyed to listen to him rant about odd things. It was prime entertainment for her. "Oh my god! I always get screwed up when people use that phrase! I mean, seriously! I totally agree, they probably have never danced in the rain...Poor souls...Of course, the iguana will be dancing too, then...Because since we're dancing he'll, or she'll, get the idea and dance with us." Charlie totally agreed with it, and somewhere in her imaginatine knew that it would really happen. Somewhere, that seemed far away, but was one of her best friends. Like Bryan was one of her best freinds....just best friends. Gah, she hated that it seemed, and she had just realized that she hated it. Charlie felt stupid to do anything about it though and afraid their friendship would slip through the cracks if she did. Anyway, it would be acting on first thought and feeling. After the long pause of realization she coughed slightly and decided to respond so it didn't seem like she had fallen asleep, "Yes it will. It will get it right after we break out are smexi dance moves on it. Those smexi dance moves are made better by dancing in the rain fer sure." she said, with a light giggle. It distracted her to talk, but it was hard not to think when she was by who she was thinking about. Everything just seemed like it was mushy or something and all pretzelish.
"I've, fortunately, noticed. You've given me basically a word a week to try to say like, five times a day." Charlie giggled at this and her mind was filled with the many words. The two should make an actual dictionary of them. If they got rid off all their laziness and actually bothered to do so anyway. It probably would never happen. Sighing Charlie said, "Making words up is uber funneh and special Sethy-Poo. It is creative and fun to count how many times you actually say them. I challeneg you to say the word.... déjà foo 10 times in the next 72 hours." she stated, in all seriousness. She was quite serious in word making and she found it amusing and important. Wondering though if Bryan could actually do it, it was quite a hard wordto incorporate into everyday, someaht anyway. Charlie just giggled and closed her eyes for a moment before opening her brown orbs once more and rubbing her arm again as it started to get goosebumps.
Charlie paused for a moment before talking about Hansen but when she had finshed Bryan started to laugh rather hard and she sat up straight until he got over his fits of giggleing. After that she waited for a second to make sure he was done laughing. Pulling her hair back into a not she then let it fall down her back and smiled at him. She was glad she had made him laugh. Charlie loved to see other laugh. It was heart warming. Laughter was the medicine of life. As she placed her head gently back on his chest she sighed in Not that the fact means anything other then he could sleep with anyone he wanted. He was such a man whore."
[/b] she said not really wanting to talk about it. It was odd for her, and she didn't like talking about the past. Even if it made you who you were. name Cerise Whitley
nickname Ceri
age 17
year Senior
gender Female
clique Realists
stereotypeEmo, Slut, Rocker, Punk, Bitch, Slut, Loner, Popular, Writer, Artist, Writer, Drama Freak
personality Cerise, how to describe the complete awesome girlie who we all know we love. Well, for one she is very level headed. Just because she likes to have fun and is very quirky and independent doesn’t mean she can’t be serious and collected at times. The opposite of her collected times as she calls them is the spazzy wild times when she is a complete wikd child. She lives in the moment and doesn’t care what other people think or say about her as long as she is happy. Ceri has the ability to make the downiest person smiled and she is a very caring person towards her friends. Sometimes her caring is almost to the point where it could suffocate anyone that happenes to fall upon its path. Although some people might thing she is a bitch, Ceri is a really nice girl with a outlandish and wild way of life. She is one of the more serious people in her group of friends though, and she looks at the world different from most.
likes
Photography
Hello Kitty
Invader Zim
Care Bears
Lucid dreaming
Quantem physics
Stickers
Fake Tattos
Dress Up
Creating her Reality
Writing
Drawing
Dancing
Singing
Being Spazz-tastical!
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Snuffleapagus
Having Butterflies
Partying
Not Lying
Sugar Free Monsters
Keyboards
Mannequins
Being in Love
Lattés
Sugar Free Anything
The Beach
Proving People Wrong
Grey
Vintage
Being Weird
Friends
Meaningful Words
Thr things you throw at the window and they stick
Jelly Beans
Song Lyrics
Pugs
Pretty Things
Gory Movies
Roller Coaster
Gloomy Bear
Rain
Frogs
dislikes ]
Being alone
Friends being hurt
The dark
Coo-Coo Clocks
Death
Rude people
Stereotypes
Depression
Missing those you love
Horses
Crabs
Being Confused
Ignorance
People who talk shit
Back stabbers
Obsessive people
hobbies Writing, Reading, Camping, Drawing, Dancing Singing, Polo, Fencing, Surfing, Water Skiing, Swimming, Painting, Calligraphy, Scrap booking, Quilts, Collecting Bottles, Collecting Fountain Pens, Collecting Key chains, Manga, Teddy Bears, Stickers and stamps, Baking, Blogging, Playing Violin, Guitar, and Piano, Running, Snowboarding, Ice Skating, Rock Climbing, Volleyball, Basketball, Horse riding, Ice Skating, Amateur Theater, Paintball, Journaling,
talents Photographing, Drawing, Dancing, Writing, Lyrics, Fencing, Acting, Violin, Piano, and Guitar
daily life[one paragraph]
good memory Ceri wakes up in the morning because her evil alarm clock goes off then she sleepily goes downstairs for either orange juice or cappuccino. Next she jumps in the shower, gets dressed, does her hair, and puts on a little make-up. Then it is time for school. Usually she stays after school because she is in a lot of after school things, but when the clubs are over she usually hangs out with her friends. Sometimes she goes out to party, and other times she stays home to study and catch up on homework. She goes to bed when she drops and it starts all over.
bad memory Getting heartbroken by the people she loved most, and sinking in between the cracks of depression.
normal habits Being Random
Smiling
Being Hyper
Being overly nice
bad habits
Biting her nails
Cracking her knuckles
Partying
Stalking people
Not knowing when to shut-up
general appearance[one paragraph]
Cerise has a more normal style then some of her friends, but that is only on some days. Thr girl likes to play dress up and would literally have the courage to wear her most sexy underwear out in public to go shopping. Ceri likes to wear colorful things a lot and she also likes to dress in a punk rock way on occasion. Whatever she wears thought it is sure to be trendy and beautiful.
clothing style[one paragraph]
Ceri has a random type of style. She would wear pretty much anything if it wasn’t granny style. She has a punk rock style at time, but otherwise she wears anything that is bright happy colors. She likes boots, shoes and dresses, but mostly she wears comfortable jeans a shirt and hoodie of some sort. She can sometimes be found dressed as a fairy, pirate, or something else in public. A lot of skirts and tank tops are in her closet
hair Blonde
eyes Brown
height 5’4”
weight 103
piercings/tatoos Butterfly on lower back. And ears pierced.
scars/anything abnormal Birth mark on upper left arm.
picture
celebrity
Jac Vanek
history[three paragraphs]
Where to start, there were these two kids in high school who had somehow meant there freshman in biology class. From the start they seemed to be attracted to each other. Throughout out their freshman and sophomores years in high school they were best friends and nothing more. When they reached Junior year their feeling sky rocketed and the respectable Mr. Whitley asked Rosey out. Now the both went to the same boarding school in New Jersey and came from wealthy backgrounds. Almost every person is Rosemary’s immediate family was a doctor or a lawyer, and she had always aspired to follow in her families footsteps. Brayden’s family owned different companies around the world of traveling and publication. In their senior year the Ceri’s parent’s got married by the consent of their parents and they moved into a small apartment. Going to college Brayden got his degree so he could take over his dad’s business and Rosey got her degree to be a neurosurgeon.
When the two had come into a lot of money they bought a bigger house in New Jersey and had their only child Cerise. They cared a lot for their daughter almost to the point where it would annoy you to your death. However, Ceri’s parents were always working and usually left Cerise with a nanny. They sent her to the best boarding schools around and even sent her to one in London to get her schooling. Not that Ceri didn’t like traveling. Over summer and Spring Break she would travel to somewhere new each time and by the time she was 11 had been to many countries that a lot of people would never get the chance to go to.
Something bad happened, well not bad just shocking, when Cerise was 14 during the summer of her coming freshman year. Mr. Whitley informed his wife that he had growing feelings for men, and that he could no longer find love in his wife’s arms. It crushed Cerise and she didn’t know how to react. All she knew is that her mother had already been cheating on her dad with their pool cleaner. Ceri would never tell her dad that though. So it went, Ceri was moved to California withing two weeks and her mom got them a new estate with new maids and staff. She would get a lor of money from Mr. Whitley because he still felt bad. Life went on for Ceri and her dad married a Mr. Gregory Montgomery and from the conversations she had with her dad Ceri knew he loved him a lot. Sadly, she wished she could be with her dad and not her mom because her mom was a bitch of sorts and seemed to loose all her respect for her daughter. In Cerise’s junior year when her mother married Christian Blanc, a French photographer and model. That helped Ceri’s photographying, but she hated the man because he hated kids an was extremely conceited and perverted in a way. He didn’t even try to be nice to Ceri and would talk trash and make fun of her with insults when her mom wasn’t around. He would even hit her sometimes. Not that her mother would care, she had changed a lot, and Cerise thought her to be the biggest whore ever. That is just how Cerise life was up tell Senior year. She doesn’t know if she wants to see what will happen next. Sometimes she wishes she could be with her dad and his husband, but then she would be leaving all her friends behind in California.
ancestry Family member of hers come from…basically…everywhere
wealth Her daddy owns companies around the world and her mother is a neurosurgeon. Yes, she has a lot of money.
family Rosemary Whitley (Maja)
Brayden Whitley (Faja)
pets Pug - Mr. Sniffles.
Macaw - Nana.
Kitten - Lucky.
Australian Shepard - Jasper.
one person you want to meet My one true love
one person you wish you never met All of the hypocrites in the world
role play example[four paragraphs]
Charlie winced a little seeing as her arm still stung from the big gash that was going up it. Well, not that big just kind of big. The tree had attacked her when she had jumped out of it awhile ago and it wouldn't let her forget that it had also eaten her shoes. Eating her shoes was of course it's way to get revenge on Charlie, but she wished she hadn't been wearing her favorite flats at the time, it really was a shame. Rubbing the spot where the cut was still slightly visible she jumped a little at the coldness and the pain her touch brought to her arm. She hoped that she hadn't hurt Bryan, and that he hadn't even noticed. She really hoped, even though it was kind of obvious that she had moved from her complete stillness. Charlie didn't get why a cut hurt that much, maybe she had sprained her wrist or something when she had hit the ground. If Bryan had noticed though she knew he would care, and he would probably start preeching her about the dangerous of jumping out of trees in the woods. Charlie of course jumped out of trees all of the time. None of the other tress had been that big though and she had gone quite far up into it before jumping. It had built her up just to watch her fall, how rude. She had felt on top of the world and then it "pushed" her off of its precious branch. She had even named the branch Juniper. Maybe Juniper had been in a rotten mood at the moment and hadn't wanted a hug.....how depressing. As a last though, maybe he doesn't like his name-Juniper. Poor Juniper was a sensitive lad.
Putting her thoughts about getting hurt aside she went back to reality and listen to Bryan rant about the iguana. She quite enjoyed to listen to him rant about odd things. It was prime entertainment for her. "Oh my god! I always get screwed up when people use that phrase! I mean, seriously! I totally agree, they probably have never danced in the rain...Poor souls...Of course, the iguana will be dancing too, then...Because since we're dancing he'll, or she'll, get the idea and dance with us." Charlie totally agreed with it, and somewhere in her imaginatine knew that it would really happen. Somewhere, that seemed far away, but was one of her best friends. Like Bryan was one of her best freinds....just best friends. Gah, she hated that it seemed, and she had just realized that she hated it. Charlie felt stupid to do anything about it though and afraid their friendship would slip through the cracks if she did. Anyway, it would be acting on first thought and feeling. After the long pause of realization she coughed slightly and decided to respond so it didn't seem like she had fallen asleep, "Yes it will. It will get it right after we break out are smexi dance moves on it. Those smexi dance moves are made better by dancing in the rain fer sure." she said, with a light giggle. It distracted her to talk, but it was hard not to think when she was by who she was thinking about. Everything just seemed like it was mushy or something and all pretzelish.
"I've, fortunately, noticed. You've given me basically a word a week to try to say like, five times a day." Charlie giggled at this and her mind was filled with the many words. The two should make an actual dictionary of them. If they got rid off all their laziness and actually bothered to do so anyway. It probably would never happen. Sighing Charlie said, "Making words up is uber funneh and special Sethy-Poo. It is creative and fun to count how many times you actually say them. I challeneg you to say the word.... déjà foo 10 times in the next 72 hours." she stated, in all seriousness. She was quite serious in word making and she found it amusing and important. Wondering though if Bryan could actually do it, it was quite a hard wordto incorporate into everyday, someaht anyway. Charlie just giggled and closed her eyes for a moment before opening her brown orbs once more and rubbing her arm again as it started to get goosebumps.
Charlie paused for a moment before talking about Hansen but when she had finshed Bryan started to laugh rather hard and she sat up straight until he got over his fits of giggleing. After that she waited for a second to make sure he was done laughing. Pulling her hair back into a not she then let it fall down her back and smiled at him. She was glad she had made him laugh. Charlie loved to see other laugh. It was heart warming. Laughter was the medicine of life. As she placed her head gently back on his chest she sighed in Not that the fact means anything other then he could sleep with anyone he wanted. He was such a man whore."
Charlie liked being with Bryan and all. She just had trouble talking about things to some of the people she was closest to, just like anybody. Her heart was well guarded and she wanted to block out her feelings for Bryan, but she just couldn't and he mind was wondering to those feelings again. It was all confusing to her. Bryan was the one person that seemed to get her 1oo percent and he always had. She didn't want that to change. It was enough to make her burst out in tears. She felt like she was in jail, and she shouldn't feel that around Bryan. How was that even possible. She loved the boy. In what way she wasn't sure. Confusion had overtaken her. All she could muster to say to, "Full on sluts, huh? Guys need to find another way to scratch the itch..." was a yeah in a quiet voice. As for the girlfirend count and Lucy in kindergarten she said, "Well, Miss Lucy was a very lucky girl indeed to have kissed Mister Miller over here. Same for the other two lucky contestants and girlfriends."
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