Post by Heather DeMarco on Nov 28, 2008 17:10:40 GMT -5
HEATHERLIADEMARCO
if I could fall into the sky
do you think time would pass me by?
if I could fall into the sky
do you think time would pass me by?
we got a new star!
full name heather lia demarco
nicks titch, thea, feather
age nineteen
birthday august 21st, 1989
group model
sexual orientation straight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes
birdsong in the summer, listening to music, modelling, partying with strangers, silk, vintage clothes, finding bargains, polaroid cameras, drinking martinis, feather boas, lakes and oceans, dancing all night, summer flings, winter flings, any time flings…
dislikes
people who take themselves too seriously, morning people, bananas, anything lycra, that colour you get when you mix all the paints together, being stuck inside, stubble, back stabbers, tangerine fake tans, getting in taxis alone, bad hair days, flip-flops.
hobbies
posing for the cameras, partying till she drops, dancing for no apparent reason, swimming, singing absentmindedly.
habits
spacing out during important converations, smoking when stressed, having to always be right, flirting shamelessly.
quirks
biting her lip constantly, hiccuping unexpectedly, smiling at nothing in particular.
fears
being embarrased in front of a crowd, falling over on a catwalk, growing old, losing her friends.
secrets
lost her virginity at fourteen, to someone who wasn’t her boyfriend. lies sometimes to cover the uncomfortable truth. she is overly promiscuous, due to the fact that she hates monogamy.
strong points
being the life and soul of the party, making people laugh, smiling on cue, vaguely attractive, determined, loyal to her friends, very confident, makes a mean pomegranate fruit cocktail.
weaknesses
over confident at times, has a very short attention span, has a tendency to under-react, can be unhelpful in situations, very stubborn, can be annoying at times, also has quite a short temper, can snap at people easily.
so skinny that makes you puke!
build rather slim, toned body, but a bit on the skinny side. she finds it hard to gain weight, her metabolism is extremeley fast.
hair color&&style blonde, naturally wavy, curled, falls long past her shoulders, down to just below her shoulder blades. darker in the winter, highlights become more prominent in summer.
eye color brown
heritage american/irish
height around 5”8 – 5”9
clothing style she often wears stylish clothes, often quirky or vintage, always making the clothes her own. she accessorises everything, using pins, brooches, material flowers, anything.
flaws she can sometimes look a bit ill, perhaps too skinny. her eyes are very susceptible to dark circles, and her smile sometimes looks fake.
strong points
her hair is always very soft, her eyes are deep and always seem like they’re trying to tell you something, she also gets a lot of compliments about her build and her looks.
celebrity claim hannah murray
private lives aren't for sale!
parents
mother; jeanie demarco; 41; retail buyer; alive
father; completley unknown
siblings
brother; frankie demarco; 10; school boy; alive
other important family
aunt; anna flynn; 38; magazine writer
uncle; christopher flynn; 40; office worker
cousin; jennifer flynn; 18; studying psychology
birthplace chicago, illinois
nationality american
anything else her skin burns extremely easily, so she cakes on suncream. and the fact that this application is quite awful, conisdering I should be doing homework.
but then their mask fell!
alias jaye louise
age 16
years of roleplaying a fair few, on and off.
how did you find the site rpg directory
rp sampleThe seagulls flapped overhead, calling angrily to each other, no doubt fighting over an insignificant piece of bread, or something of the like. The sun was shining bright in the sky, making Danika squint as she gazed at the deep blue waves slowly lapping at the sides of the docks. Having arrived this on San Juan that very morning, she had ditched any sign of common sense as soon as she stepped off the boat. There would be no unpacking for her, certainly not, no actual finding where she would be staying… It was ice cream time. Chocolate swirl time, to be precise. After contemplating for some time, she had ended the fierce mental struggle and had gone for chocolate, instead of raspberry ripple. The server cetainly had seemed relieved once she had made her choice, her varnished fingers drumming on the counter as Danika faced the impossible dilemma of choosing a flavour. An impossible dilemma indeed.
Danika went over the past few days in her mind as she leant against the gellateria wall, cone in hand. After packing her suitcases and waving goodbye to her extremely anxious mother, she had set off into the real world, away from her childhood home and the life she had become so accustomed to. It had been her own idea, of course, to head for San Juan, having heard about it from her cousins friend. She had prepared for months, securing a place at Madrona Heights, booking the ferry tickets, and now she was finally here, not actually doing anything constructive, but instead enjoying the scenery.
Shoot! Thanks to her haphazard tendency to daydream, a cold trail of melted chocolate ice cream had begun to make its way down her hand and around her wrist, leaving a distasteful brown smear. Danika licked it off absent mindedly, hoping that no one had seen her. Not that she actually knew anyone, but first impressions were extremely important, in her opinion. She didn’t want to be known as ‘the arm licker’ for the rest of her time on the island. She sighed contentedly, gazing out into the sky again, admiring the brilliant shade of azure it had become, as opposed to the considerably duller skies that usually inhabited her town back in Illinois.
She brushed the hair away from her face, its auburn tints standing out against the mahogany shades in the sunlight. There was a slight breeze beginning to tug at the still air, the ocean scent wafting in with the tide. She breathed in, taking in the smell, as her eyes scanned the area, looking for a sign of life aside from herself and the seagulls. The ice cream again began to trickle down her arm annoyingly, as if daring Danika to lick her wrist again, further earning her self-given title of ‘The Great Arm Licker.’
She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice the man standing by the docks, looking in her direction. His face, partially obscured by a well worn hat, seemed rather angular, with high set cheekbones and full lips, yet he gave the impression of someone who didn’t care about looks. Danika smiled at him, in a slightly fliratious manner, admittedly, but only in jest. Her eyes opened in surprise as he smiled back, and began to walk over, his lilting smile not relenting as he sauntered over nonchalantly, jacket in hand. She caught his gaze again, and as she opened her mouth to greet him, a large dollop of ice cream dripped vengefully onto her sneaker. Oh crap…
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Notes: Pretty awful, just made it up now.
