Post by kori michelle rowe on Dec 2, 2008 16:45:19 GMT -5
KORIMICHELLEROWE
this is our decision to live fast and die young
we've got the vision now let's have some fun
this is our decision to live fast and die young
we've got the vision now let's have some fun
we got a new star!
full name harper michelle laurel rowe
nicks care bear, micky
age twenty
birthday november 12
group model
sexual orientationstraight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes men, runway shows, after parties, red carpet, getting hair and make up done, goofing off, trying on things and taking pictures at stores, originality, colors, award shows, hanging with her brothers, people similiar to herself, restaurants, messing with paparazzi, the holidays, snow, hard core individuals, dancing
dislikes conservatives, ice coffee, jealousy, egotistical stars, the fifties, girls who say chat speak, drama, bland clothing, controlling photographers, keeping her mouth shut, drunk people, getting drunk, annoying fans, movies that butcher the books, posers, players
hobbies partying, reading, seeking adventure, drinking games, flirting, people watching, taking pictures, modeling
habits running fingers though hair constantly, forgetting to breath, swearing excessively, making faces, taping fingers, taping heel on the floor, being overly truthful
quirks hard core personality, never takes things too seriously, cares more about her family than anyone else, doesn't believe she'll find love, hasn't cried in four years
fears die alone, develop eating disorder, never see her brothers again
secrets she dropped out of high school her sophomore year, her mother died giving birth to her, has been in therapy
strong points her runway walk, speaking, grabbing attention, holding her breath, fake smiling, is courageous, reading(despite the fact she's a drop out)
weaknesses saying no to guys(yes in that way), dorky guys(think they're cute), vulnerable when drunk, using eloquence, lying to not hurt someone's feelings, her brothers, really super close friends, blood
so skinny that makes you puke!
build Long legs, tall, skinny but still rather muscular
hair color&&style Hay-Blonde with brunette roots. She usually wears it natural and wavy or curls it a bit.
eye color Blue
heritage Norweigan/German on mother's side, French/German/Polish on father's
height 5'7
clothing style She's into fashion and everything but she likes to mismatch and mix in vintage and salvation army clothes with her designer clothes. Urban style and sort of indie.
flaws Her skin is very dry, making her have constant visits with her dermatologist. She has to wear a retainer at night, although she may skip every now and again. Her hair is an absolute mess if she doesn't use product and take care of it.
strong points high cheek bones, sexy legs, natural sun kissed, decent figure
celebrity claim lindsay ellingson
private lives aren't for sale!
parents Lauren Rowe - Photographer - Deceased
Christopher Rowe - Soccer coach/teacher - 49
siblings Samuel Rowe - 22 - Musician
Lukas Rowe - 25 - Psychiatrist
Martin Rowe - 25 - Unemployed
other important family n/a
birthplace Denver, Colorado
nationality American
anything else --
but then their mask fell!
alias morgan
age --
years of roleplaying five
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contact email/pm
rp sampleEverything was going smoothly. Vanessa's bangs were pinned back so you could see her lovely eyes, and her attire seemed to be artistic yet professional. And not only did she look good she felt good. Very confident. Her head was held high and the young woman smiled at most people who passed her. The aroma of musk and wine filled the air, it smelled how most art shows were supposed to smell.
Pure talent filled the room tonight, and Vanessa knew it, resulting in the fluttery feeling she got every time she looked at the large stage in front of her. It was so gorgeous with it’s Victorian aged style that she wanted to cry, but refrained. Her mind was focused on art and only art. Auctions like these meant more publicity and more publicity meant more money. And more money meant more help for her family. They were doing fine on their own, yes, but her mother was retiring soon and her brother could use a little pick me up every now and then. Being generous never hurt a soul.
Finally everyone took their seats. It had been what felt like days since Vanessa entered the large showing room for the first time since she was three. The smile across Vanessa's face made her mother's eyes well up with tears. Of joy, of course. Time seemed to slow down right before her art was about to go on, and they would start the bidding. She pressed her lips together in nervousness and sat up eagerly in her seat. Right when they announced her name... her phone buzzed.-----
Vanessa ran out of the front doors, not bothering to wait for the door man to open it for her. She quickly jogged down the stairs forgetting about the fact they were covered in ice. She almost stumbled a few times but did make it to the street. Her sweaty hand shot up searching for a taxi. Vanessa eventually walked out in front of one to stop it herself, the indian man driving it cursing at her. The text message was embedded in her brain, most likely going to scar her for life. The words didn't exactly make sense which meant the person who sent it was way out of it. Her probably didn't even know that he was pressing buttons, but she knew that she had to go. Tudo stoned was not a good thing by any means. She hadn't been with him when he was like that, but she had talked to him and it wasn't pretty. Vanessa had also experienced this with other people, taken many first aide courses and knew exactly what to do for hang overs and what not. Besides, Tudo was one of her really good friends and who knew what kind of shit he could get himself into in that state.
Tears were welling up in Vanessa's eyes. She was not an easy crier by any means. And she was not going to let anything drip from her face unless it got that serious. Vanessa had very thick skin, but people like Tudo and druggies and other dying things just got to her. She almost forgot to pay the cab driver, shooting out of the taxi so fast. Vanessa wasn't sprinting, but she was walking pretty fast towards the boy's dorms. The dorm police weren't there, they probably really didn't care what you did on your saturday nights anymore. Drugs included. She rushed down the what seemed to be like a never ending hall, searching for the number 200. "200,200, 200, 200..." She repeated to herself searching for it. She eventually came to the room, the door open and the inside trashed. Shit.
Vanessa hesitated for a moment, but after a millisecond barge into the room "Tudo?!" She called. She blinked back that tears, searching for the room for any sign of him "Tudo?!" Her voice was slightly softer with exhaustion. She was partially paranoid, and walking slowly and shakily through the room. Either Tudo had gone ballistic or there was a wild house party. Vanessa was praying that it was the second one.
