Post by elouise cicely fournier on Nov 20, 2008 11:58:40 GMT -5
elouisecicelyfournier
you could either be successful or be us
with our catchy tunes and us now we're photogenic
you could either be successful or be us
with our catchy tunes and us now we're photogenic
we got a new star!
full name elouise cicely fournier
nicks ellie
age nineteen
birthday 12th December
group model and socialite
sexual orientationstraight but experimental
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes men; mirrors; ciggarettes; lipgloss; expensive lingerie; champagne; rose-scented handcream; jaw-dropping stilettos; romance; laughter; good memories; smoky nighclubs; cocaine; sex; pills
dislikes the morning after the night before; broken nails; the word no; frumpy clothes; beards; cheap perfume; paparazzi; lies; back-stabbers; being second best; bad hair days; scornful glances; hangovers; heavy make-up
hobbies shopping; partying; modelling; swimming; dancing...does singing in the shower count?
habits drums her fingernails on surfaces; applies lip balm and handcream constantly; smokes
quirks bites her lower lip when she is thinking hard; sleeps with a light on
fears falling over in front of lots of people; having her heart broken; getting old
secrets has had trouble with eating disorders in the past but is so over it now; lost her virginity aged fourteen; likes to snort a line every now and then
strong points attractive; stylish; sociable; independent; determined; will try anything once; life and soul of a party; fluent in french
weaknesses not very intelligent but not completely dumb either; possibly not the loyalest person; doesn't say no to drugs and alcohol; sometimes worries about her weight; can be bitchy; throws her money around a lot; stubborn
so skinny that makes you puke!
build skinny
hair color&&style glossy brown, wavy and reaches just below her shoulder blades
eye color brown
heritage french/english
height 5'10
clothing style eclectic mix of classic, modern and vintage
flaws scar on her abdomen where she had her appendix removed; weak nails; her height and build make her look lanky
strong points breasts, flat stomach, long legs
celebrity claim alessandra ambrosio
private lives aren't for sale!
parents lucien fournier, 51, business man, alive; noemie fournier, 42, former glamour model, alive
siblings celeste lillibeth fournier, 10
other important family n/a
birthplace marseilles, france
nationality french/english
anything else optional
but then their mask fell!
alias grai
age sixteen
years of roleplaying four
how did you find the site can't remember
contact pm
rp sampleFriday night was shopping night, every single week. So when everyone else was out partying, falling backwards off barstools, just having a wild time at Phoenix Flame you’d find Emily King humming quietly to herself as she weaved in and out of the aisles of the store under the clinical glow of the fluorescent lighting strips at the General Store. It was usually fairly quiet but on this particular Friday it seemed that everyone was downtown because as far as Em could tell the store was practically deserted apart from the cashiers. Maybe the funfair was in town or something, she wondered. It wasn’t a bad thing, it meant that she wouldn’t have to queue up at the checkout but there was something a little creepy about it. As she was reaching into the chilly depths of the freezer for a sack of frozen peas the nineteen year old caught her reflection on the door and gave an exasperated sigh. No matter how long she spent trying to tame her thick, bouncy dark blonde hair with the hairdryer and straighteners it never behaved itself. Right now she looked like a poodle on a bad day. At least that’s what she thought, but it wasn’t really that bad. She smoothed her hand over her unruly locks and tucked a few strands behind her ear before claiming the peas and continuing on her way, the wheels of the trolley squeaking on the tiled floor. Never one to be seen in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, even when she was food shopping, on that particular night Em was turned out in a pair of fitted indigo jeans and a delicate ivory camisole.
The trolley was almost full, her shopping was nearly complete. All she needed now was coffee beans and a box of Frosties cereal and she would be good to go and run everything through the checkout and pay. The store was emptier than usual; perhaps the funfair was in town, Em wasn’t really sure. It wasn’t totally deserted though, that would have been plain creepy and of course there was a few employees floating around. She took a large jar of coffee beans off the shelf, she was obviously the type of person to grind her own instead of using instant. Yuck, it just didn’t taste right and besides, there’s nothing like a big ole steamin’ mug of freshly ground coffee to kick-start you on those stale mornings when you’d just rather hibernate under your duvet. Emmy never used a shopping list, she bought the exact same thing week in week out and so she practically had a list etched on her mind. Without having to think she headed instinctively towards the cereal aisle trying to block out the irksome electric buzzingof the refrigerators.
