Post by vivianVO! on Dec 6, 2008 21:55:51 GMT -5
VIVIANVERONICAVO!
I just wanna grip your body over mine
So tell me why you think that's a crime
I just wanna grip your body over mine
So tell me why you think that's a crime
we got a new star!
full name Vivian Veronica Vo.
nicks Viv, V, Vo.
age 26
birthday april 11th.
group musician.
sexual orientation straight-- but is down to experiment ;].
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes
- preforming.
- dancing.
- the DRANK.
- music; especially techno.
- morning glorys.
- peppermint frappacino twists.
- sex addict!
- amphedimines.
- 40's and 50's makeup n' hair.
- spicy orange chicken [anything from panda express.]
dislikes
- sensitive men.
- disney channel.
- dark chocolate.
- crying, especially in public.
- dogs.
- mustard 0_o
- the morning aftersss.
- cheap perfume smell.
- preachers.
- being controlled.
hobbies
going out; partying, drinking, dancing.
practices yoga on a daily basis.
likes to plan road trips, never really ending up going through with.
habits
cracks her knuckles wayyyy to muchh.
taps her fingers a lot.
applies lipstick or chapstick CONSTANTLY.
quirks
bites her lips when nervous.
grinds her teeth too much.
fears
heights. crazy drivers. falling in love.
&&getting old.
secrets
experimented with drugs of all sorts.
still will take a few hits of bud, whenever around.
will snort a line every now and then, or quite frequently when out.
hasn't grown out of ecstacy yet..
lost her virginity at fifteen.
strong points
definately attractive.
the life of the party.
can pull herself together on her own.
she's down to try anything at least once.
shows the greatest love to her friends.
strong, beautiful voice.
lives to please herself.
weaknesses
denies the amount of drugs she uses, isn't a problem.
unforgiving.
refusal to open her heart to another.
extremely stubborn.
she has sex a little more than what people find appropriate.
short tempter.
the sight of blood.
so skinny that makes you puke!
build slim, but certainly does have a very curvy body.
hair color&&style blonde and usually down and waved.
eye color blue.
heritage caucasian and 1/4 vietnamese.
height 5' 6"
clothing style lives to dress in the 50's fashion. loves to rock the oldies look.
flaws scar on her upper fore-arm. a few hidden stretch marks on her upper thighs.
strong points her onstage preformances&&vocals.
celebrity claim christina aguilera.
private lives aren't for sale!
parents
Marcy Edith [robinson] Vo -- mother - 42 - sophmore world history teacher.
Orlando Eric Vo -- father - 48 - unaware of what her father does for a living.
siblings
Thomas Pete Vo -- brother - 31 - a writer.
other important family
Kris Angel Robinson -- cousin - 24 - hairstylist/Vivian's best friend since childhood.
birthplace San Fransisco, CA.
nationality American/Vietnamese
anything else
Orlando Vo, Vivian's father, mother was american and his father vietnamese.
but then their mask fell!
alias sunnie.
age 16.
years of roleplaying since 11.
how did you find the site through KJ.
contact sunniehhh; AIM.
rp sampleClad in a white flowing dress that could stain by just sitting on a different colored seat that swept down to her knees was Miss Pearly. Legs crossed, feet dangling and adored with white beaded sandals, head tilted up while her sunhat clung to her head as her bright green eyes stared up at the ceiling. She dangled a bottle of brand vodka she had requested of the bartender in hand, taking sips between drags of her cigarette she had in her other hand. Her fire engine-red lipstick clung perfectly to her toxic coated lips marked with the alcohol and cigarette she but between her lips. Alabaster skin shone where her dress didn't cover. You could've mistaken her for an angel. Replace the big star hat with a halo and it would have glowed like the rest of her.
Horns might as well have sprouted through her fiery auburn locks that trails down her shoulders and just past her breasts. People tried to ignore the girl who looked as if she had stumbled in from a cocktail party while she just turned back and forth in her stool, glaring up at the ceiling fan that followed her.
There had to be a cut-off limit after a whole bottle of pure vodka, not even mixed or thrown back with a shot glass. Unlike lots of other people the bartender was used to; heart broken kids drinking their weight in alcohol or suicidal cliches, she had no sad expression even hinted on her face, no tears streaming down her face and smearing her mascara. Nothing. Pearly just stared up, dull emotion on her pearly-white features. She could be hammered, she didn't exactly know. Pearly wasn't a person who threw up, she didn't have a weak stomach, at all. It was rediculously like every other part of her body; thick skinned and unpenatrable, there was nothing weak. She didn't demand a hand on her back or fingers pulling back her hair while she heaved. Her stomach clenched and shivered, she could imagine her own liver shriveling, but she grit her teeth behind those dried ruby red lips and just took another swip leaving only dropletts left. Pearly was seated so she didn't know how wobbly she was, it would be a horrid walk/stumble to her dorm. Her poor sandals were due to be dragged on the way home.
"Miss? Are you sure you'll be alright getting home?" the bartender actually leaned over to ask. Pearly just smirked and shrugged him off.
"I'll be just dandy, thanks" she replied curtly and turned her gaze back up toward the ceiling to watch it spin fascinated.
This wasn't something she loved nor hated. It was something to numb her for the time being because she doesn't want to feel anything else. Pearly leaned over to dab out her cigarette in the ash tray on the bar table only to pull out another from the only loose pocket her dress had on the skirt. Lighting up, avoiding burning her fingers by cupping the flame from the bar's fan's breeze and watching the end light up as she sucked in. Pocketing the lighter and the rest of the pack she was almost through from chain smoking the whole hour she'd had at the bar. The bottle clanged on the table as she placed it back on the counter, completely finished and now just wrapping her lips around the filter and sucking in the addicting nicotine that dirtied her lungs.
She was a demon dressed in white. Now matter how pretty she showed herself off.
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