Post by daisy arielle ortega on Jan 29, 2010 21:25:33 GMT -5
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AGE ,[/color] seventeen
CONTACT ,[/color] pm only please
PLAY-BY ,[/color] v. hudg!
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NAME ,[/color] daisy arielle ortega.
NICK NAMES ,[/color] dais, daisy.
BIRTH DATE ,[/color] nineteen & may seventeenth.
EDUCATION ,[/color] high school and in college.
HOMETOWN ,[/color] las vegas, nevada.
SEXUALITY ,[/color] heterosexual.
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] briggs university.
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FAVORITE FOOD ,[/color] mac and cheese.
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ,[/color] my friends, my drinks, and oxygen.
FAVORITE SONG ,[/color] bust your windows, glee cast.
FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING ,[/color] green peppers.
LAST TEXT FROM ,[/color] my bestie.
RANDOM THOUGHT ,[/color] that my dog is a psycho.
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HISTORY,
"i don't like talking about this. but, i guess i have to, you know? well, i don't necessarily tell people this, but i'm one of those kids that was forgotten by the system. my mother got drunk and high, had a one night stand, and by the time she woke up, the guy was gone. two months later, she finds out about me. instead of getting an abortion, which is what i would have liked her to do in that situation, she had me. but, during the whole pregnancy, she got drunk. after i was born, i would have liked her to put me up for adoption. give me a better life, you know? instead, she kept me. know know that matilda movie? that was very similar to my life. my mother acted like i was the scum under her feet. that i was beneath her. i was basically her love slave. she'd tell me she loved me when i was being 'good', but as soon as i did something 'bad' she would slap me and tell me how no one wanted me. her 'boyfriends' (aka drug dealers) would try and get in my room at night. i basically lived in fear of going home. i would go to school, then after school i'd go to the local library. i never wanted to go home. and yet, most of my teachers tried to ignore it. that is, until one teacher finally called child services. the courts said that i was to stay with my mother, with mandatory visits from a social worker. my mom would treat me even worse after that. the social worker came ever six months instead of every three weeks. things got very bad until i finally filed for a restraining order and an emancipation of a minor order. both were granted and i left the house as soon as i could grab my belongings and race out the door. and, i started school in a new state, as a homeless kid. eventually, a family took me in until i could get a job. so, i was in a new town and this family took me in. i know this sounds corny, but they helped me get in to a great school. but i never got along with the 'queen bee'. my high school social life was living hell. no one wanted to be my friend because the queen bee hated me and associating with me meant being hated by the queen bee. "
PERSONALITY,[/color]
"hiii. i'm daisy. but that's a blah name. my mom named me like a guy because she thought it was hip at the time, but it really isn't. anyway, my full name is daisy corinne ortega. but all my real friends call me daisy. uhm, what else can i say about myself...? i'm pretty loud and opinionated. if i don't like someone i tell them. if something makes you look fat, i'll let you know. it doesn't mean i'm rude or anything, but i just tell it like it is. i don't want people to lie to me, so i don't lie to anyone. what else? oh, well, i'm 100% mexican. no joke. and i was born in mexico city and grew up there until i was eleven. then i moved to ontarie. sometimes my accent still comes out, but usually i sound regular. and sometimes i start talking in spanish without even noticing, so you have to let me know if that happens. 'cause i won't know. i'm also pretty hilarious, if i do say so myself. i make jokes and do dumb things that make people laugh. if i had another life, i would definitely be a comedian or something because everyone laughs when i'm around. and i can't help it! i want people to be happy when they are around me. oh, and trust me, not all my jokes are appropriate. i can definitely joke around with the guys, too. i'm actually more friendly with guys than i am girls. although, i am pretty girly. you could say i'm a wild child. i go out with the girls. i party. i have a good time. but i almost never drink. i'm sorry, but that's just wrong. and my mom was an alcoholic, so i know that i can get addicted easily. so i'd rather not take the chance, you know? ...i'm smart. i got accepted full ride to berkeley. but, i just wanted to think about it instead of diving in head first. i take a lot of chances. i don't know what i want to do with my life. but i have joined the peace corps. so, they'll be getting back to me in a year or something. i definitely want to help people. i want every one to know that i care. oh! by the way, i'm not lesbian or anything. sometimes people ask. i'm definitely not. just because i can get down and dirty, doesn't mean i'm gay. however, i respect the gay community. uhm, other than that. i'm really a happy person. every one i meet seems to love me. and i love life and everyone i meet! "
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,
Teresa was definitely a snow bunny. Honestly, she pretty much grew up here in Colorado. The first thing you thought of when you here Colorado is snow. However, after living and going to school in California, Resa had gotten used to being in the warm weather. So, the first night she was back, she wanted to get out and hang around her quote unquote "old haunts". It was fun going around because as she went around to the skating rink and the outlet mall, she saw people she knew and people she hadn't seen since she left for college. It was nice, but in a way, she felt older than she should because she hadn't come home in almost nine months and she felt a lot of guilt for not checking in with her dad and brother. Resa knew that going off to college almost two and a half hours away and not coming home for annual visits was taking advantage of her brother and dad. But she knew that coming home now was making her dad especially happy, so she wasn't going to worry.
So, after a day packed full of hanging around town and skiing, Resa decided to take a quick shower and go to a little party they were having at the restaurant. Resa was definitely happy to be hanging around with old friends and she knew that practically the whole town would be there. All the locals in Braighton would know of the party and all the people that liked to hang around would be dressed up and having a good time. Since resa wanted people to know she was back, she was adamant about going to the bar. So, Teresa got out of the shower and quickly wiped the steam off the mirror. She wanted to look good for the party, but she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Decidedly, Teresa ran a brush through her hair and left it to curl naturally. Then, Teresa walked down the hall towards her own little bedroom and looked through her closet before picking some cute outfit she hadn't worn lately. Throwing it on, Resa applied the tiniest bit of makeup and walked out of the house.
Pulling up to the restaurant, Teresa noticed that she was probably one of the last people to arrive. It was nice to know that some things didn't change. Teresa walked quickly into the building, pulling her coat tighter over herself to shield from the wind. Pulling open the heavy doors and walking inside to the bar, Teresa was pleasantly surprised by a chorus of hellos directed toward her. She smiled happily and walked around mingling with many old friends. Finally, after a round of necessary greetings, Resa finally relaxed enough to let loose and dance around with her girlfriends and guy-friends. she was having a really good time and loved that no one seemed to have changed since she last saw them. After laughing and dancing with her friends, Teresa needed to take a quick breather and get a drink. Shoving her way towards the bar, Resa practically threw herself into the counter just to get herself out of the massive crowd. Stopping only inches away from landing on someone's lap, Teresa laughed nervously and tried not to turn too red. But, she couldn't help it.
Turning away, Teresa tried not to be too embarrassing, but she couldn't help but turn beet red. Quickly, she walked around him and leaned on the bar, asking for a water bottle. While the bartender was getting her water bottle, Teresa looked at the guy she practically landed on out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't really impressed, but then again, she wasn't disappointed. But he didn't look like he was at the party. Nevertheless, she tried to figure out if she knew him. Seeing that she didn't, Teresa wanted to introduce herself, but when she saw that he had an alcoholic drink, she automatically said, "you know, alcohol is bad for you."
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