BENNET, juliet savannah

[juliet savannah bennet]

*get over it,
juliet SAVANNAH bennet


hey bitches, SiN here.
i found car crashed hearts on my site, CHEMiCALASSiSTANCE
and i joined because this place has potential
i've been living for about sixteen years and about five of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by messanger or PM

*simple and sweet,
birth name, Juliet Savannah Bennet
nicknames, None
age && date of birth, She's twenty two and born on the third of April
gender, Female
sexuality, Hetrosexual
professor, or student?, Student, senior

*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, Black
eye colour, Green
height, 6'7''
weight, 139 lbs
physical flaws, None. Yet
general appearance, She is an odd one when it comes to how she looks. You see, she likes being different, so she will color her hair (which is naturally black) weird and wonderful colors so that she stands out in a crowd. Juliet may be a calm and collected person, but her hair is deffinately not. She loves it messy, big, she teases it and abuses it with hairspray so that it stands up like another limb. Of course that limits her ability to wear hats, so those are completely out of her fashion list. As are scarves, she absolouty hates them. Give Juliet a bandana or a pashmina and she'll be happy, but give her a scarf and she'll kindly accept it then throw it away. Anything made out of wool freaks her out to. She doesn't like the feeling on her skin.
She wears a lot of dark make up, for what reason she doesn't know. She remembers being told once that it bring out her beautiful blue eyes. With one thin layer of blue or pink on the top lid, she covers the rest of her eyes with black eyeshadow, topping it off with some liquid liner and mascara. She always believes that size does matter (when it comes to eyelashes!), so she loads on the mascara and makes them big and lushious. She's glad she was born with naturally long eyelashes, because she hates wearing things that are fake. Even her hair extentions bother her at times.
Her clothing style consists mainly of things that are tight fitting. She is proud of her body and the state that she has kept it in. She isn't afraid to show off what she has, though she'd never go over the top. Skinny jeans and rugby shorts litter her room, mostly in neutral colors, along with band T's, and normal plain shirts. She owns at least twelve bikini's, she claims they are so much easier to wear than bra's, so don't be surprised to notice that she's wearing a bikini when it's raining.
Black red white grey and yellow are mostly the colors that she picks. She leaves the bright colors for her hair. Never completely dying it, but mostly only in the length. She wears a lot of jewelry, mostly long necklaces with big pendants. Hello Kitty, Knuckle Dusters, anything really, usually dancing from the chain around her neck.
play by, Brittany Kramer

*this is me,
likes, Rain
Animals
Quiet
dislikes, Loud Noises
Wind
Chocolate
habits, Automatic Sympathy
Twirls her hair a lot
Fiddles with her lips
weakness' Too sensitive
Trusts too quickly
Is easily hurt / used
strengths, Is always calm, no matter what
goals, To become a better person
To do one good thing for the rest of the world
To change peoples lives in a better way
secrets, She had bad nightmares, almost every night
She never tells anyone about her mother
overall personality, Juliet is a calm person, but not at all held back, even though the two go hand in hand. She can always keep her cool in the worst situations, and she hardly ever raises her voice. Most of the times, she prefers being around her friends and just socialising, but there are those times when she needs to be on her own for a while and just soak up the silence. Too much noise messes with her mind and she gets headaches easily. The nice thing about her is that she is always in one mood, all the time. You never have to worry about Juliet having a mood swing and biting your head off. She is placid and kind at all times. She is the one to call at one O'clock in the morning because you've had a bad nightmare.
On that note, I might mention what an excellent friend Juliet is. She is trustworthy, and for neither love nor money, would she spill your secrets if you told her not to. She is conservative about her friends personal information, and won't even give out a phone number if she hasn't consulted that person yet. It's not that she is afraid of getting into trouble, it's just that she knows what its like to have your privacy violated, and she can't understand why people would willing do so. She is a shoulder to cry on at all times. She wouldn't get angry if you called her in the middle of diner, or her favortie TV show, she understands pain, and she knows that when you need someone to talk to, you need someone to talk to. She is always willing to be that person.
Because she is so kind, her trust is easy to gain. You can be a dirty drug dealer, but be nice to her, and she will think no different of you. She will believe everything you say, and go along with everything you do, to a certain point that is. Thanks to that, she gets hurt easily, and she never seems to learn her lesson about trusting strangers. However, once you have destroyed her trust for the first time, it is most likely that you'll never get it back. No matter how much you beg and plead. She doesn't make the same mistake twice, when it comes to the same person. You see, she believes that everyone is different, and she doesn't base her enemies on the flaws of other people.
Juliet is reasonable, and smart. She would never get herself into a situation that she can't get herself out of. When she says she's only have one drink, she means it. Juliet doesn't even like drinking, or parties for that matter. Smoking turns her off completely. In fact, so does fatty food. She just doesn't understand how people can o harm to their bodies while they are aware of it. Call her a health freak, she doesn't mind at all. You could call her anything really, she'll just smile and play along. This girl knows how to take a joke, even when it isn't really a joke. Juliet hates conflict, so she doesn't even whisper a bad word about another person, because she knows it will all blow up in her face, and there would be trouble of note.
Though most guys smoke and drink, there are those few that seem alright to her. It's not that she wouldn't be friends with anyone, but the thought of kissing a mouth that just had a cigarette in it really puts her off. Her friendships are not based on anything, but her romantic relationships are. She will not date a smoker, unless he actually does have an amazing personality. But hell, that personallity must be breath taking. Some people think she is stuck up because of this, but others know that she's just taking care of herself. She is entitled to her own opinion now isn't she?


*my life story,
hometown, New York
current town, Here !
parents, Jeff Bennet, Fourty Five, Lawyer
Sarah Bennet, Fourty Seven, Passed On
siblings, None
other relatives, Emily Harvey, Fourty Nine, Housewife
history, Of course, she doesn't remember much below the age of five. Thus the reason she hardly remembers her mother. The only memory she does have of dear Sarah Bennet is being tossed in the air by her father, and then passed gently down to her mother in her hospital bed. Juliet still can't help but blame herself for her mothers death, even though she knows that it was not her fault that she was concieved at the wrong time, and it wasn't her fault that her mother had cancer, or that she chose her daughter over radiation therapy. What kind of mother would not make the same decition? Sarah was no spring chicken, the moment she was given the choice, she knew her time was up, and she had no problem with that. After calming her husband, they both seemed at ease with what the future had in store for them. While they still had the time, they decorated the 'special room' for their child. They made arrangements with women that would help Jeff take care of the baby girl, and they opened her colledge fund. Though there was so much more Sarah would have loved to do for her one and only daughter, it was simply impossible.
The doctors had predicted that Mrs Bennet would be healthy enough to give birth, and if all whent as planned, they would put her into the radiation treatment as soon as possible, after the birth. Jeff was happy with this, and all the needed documents were signed in preperation for this. Now all there was left to do was wait. And to them it was the longest wait that they had ever endured. As the days slugged by, Sarah could feel herself getting worse, and slowly she began loosing hope that the radiation treatment would work at all. She didn't breathe a word to Jeff though, she knew he didn't need any more stress in his life. He was so worried about the birth, and what would happen afterwards. Of course, he knew there was the possibility that his wife and his child could die, but he refused to think of it.
Finally, the day arrived, and after a good nine hours of labour, their little girl was born and healthy. In the short five minutes that Sarah had for her, she picked out the perfect name. Juliet. Then the child was handed to Jeff, and she was wheeled away to be cleaned up, and on to the therapy. She hadn't expected it to be this soon, but apparently the cancer was vicious, and 'the sooner the better' was what the doctors had been saying. Poor Sarah had heard a lot of what they were saying about her condition, and it had only caused her to loose more and more hope in the matter. They all convinced her it would be fine, but that was what they were paid to do. She didn't fall for their fake smiles and pretty lies. All she wanted to do was spend her last days with her daughter.
Jeff and Juliet were almost always at the hospital, visting hours didn't seem to apply to them. Sarah tried her best to keep her happy face on for her small family, but sometimes she slipped up, and it hurt her to see it affecting Jeff. He seemed to loose all of his spark, all of the flare she had come to love. Soon, Sarah's sister arrived, she had been speaking with Mrs Bennet, and she knew what Sarah knew. She had come to help Jeff with Juliet when Sarah was gone. Having three children of her own, Emily knew exactly what to do, and there wasn't a favor in the world she wasn't willing to grant to her dear sister. Especially in times like these.
Sarah passed away two weeks after Juliet turned eight months old. Lucky for the child, she would never remember this. Jeff wasn't counting on her having any memory of her mother at all, but he was surprised to learn that she did, when she was old enough to tell him. Juliet was a very serious little baby. She didn't laugh, she hardly ever smiled, but she was good. She didn't wail and scream like the others did, when she wanted something she would usually point to it and make vigorous little arm movements. Emily was worried about the difference, but the specialists said there was nothing wrong with her.
In pre-school, teachers were astounded by the was in which the little girl would learn. She had a photographic memory, and you didn't need to tell her anything twice. She whent to grade one before any of the others did. Primary school was a breeze for her. She had a lot of friends, and the work was less than easy for her advanced mind. All she wanted to do was reach high school, and start more serious studies. You see, Juliet had a dream. One day she was sure she would be the one to find a fool proof cure for cancer. Though her father warned her not to bother about that, she didn't listen to him, which was rare. All she knew was that she could change the world, and she was going to. One day.
Freshman year was easier than she had expected, and so was sophomore year. She was well liked by many people, and in amoungst her studies she made time for the people that needed her. All she wanted to do was make a positive difference.


*how we do,
rp sample, He cracked a little laugh. At least she 'approved' of his car. His nervous state wasn't exactly helping him at all, and he was craving a cigarette. His sat carefully into the oddly warm seat and sighed softly. He needed to calm himself down, he was working himself up for nothing, it wasn't like she was going to rip out his eyes, enter him through his eye sockets and individually pulverize each and every one of his vital organs if he screwed up. And it was highly unlikely that he was going to kick another beer bottle at her; accidentally or not. The chances were like zero.

This turned out quite nice, you should be proud.
He slowly turned his head and looked over at the camera. It was a damn nice camera, he'd seen one in a TV ad somewhere before... Quite expensive too, which meant she had expensive taste, which further meant that he'd have to take her somewhere really mind blowing. And Marina wasn't known for it's great cuisine now was it?
The image on the camera almost made him laugh. He looked so pathetic, kneeling there in the dirt with his hands clasped together, this hopeful look strewn over his otherwise confused face. He grinned and shook his head in dismay that someone had captured his weak moment on camera. He felt his body ease though, she wasn't that intimidating anymore, and she had, thankfully, just made things a whole bunch easier for him, even though she probably didn't know it yet.

He put his foot down on the gas and started the age old car, she roared alive and he pulled away from the quickly darkening parking lot. Since the music wasn't suitable for her, they'd have silence, and since that made him feel extra awkward. So he decided that he'd better make her car experience worthwhile and start light conversation. That almost made him laugh though. About two years the phrase 'making her car experience worthwhile' meant in the backseat, and he was proud of himself for changing. At least a little proud.
"My name is Zander..." He looked over to her and smiled, hoping it would give her the clue that the last time he had asked her name, she had forgotten to give it to him, or maybe she just didn't want to... Perhaps he wasn't worthy.

The road blurred down the side windows and he squinted through the night to try to figure out where they were. For a brief two seconds he found himself lost, and the fear of having to tell her made him go cold. He shook his head again and took the turnoff towards the town. That would probably be the 'be all and end all' of the night. He could just imagine it. 'Uh, I'm lost'. She would probably get out of the car and walk away. Thank god he knew the way. He may have been the new guy in town, but he wasn't stupid. Ok maybe a little but not dumb enough to forget the way to town, don't all roads lead to town?

It wasn't a long drive, but it was a good ten minutes, and it was going to be a good ten minutes of solid ass silence if he didn't say something fast. He racked his brains for an interesting topic for her to enjoy, and finally he stumbled upon the obvious.
"So how long have you been a photographer? Are you in a magazine or something?" God he hoped not, otherwise he'd have to find a way of deleting that picture. He wasn't a houdini, or a camera person at that, if she gave him that monster of a camera he'd look at it once and be dumbfounded for the rest of his life. Perhaps he'd know how to take a picture, I mean how difficult can it be? Press the biggest button and make sure it makes a click noise. As for the other stuff, that would have to wait. Perhaps forever, he wasn't an image guy, he was a musician. He shot a look at his guitar bag in the back seat, lying carefully next to his amp and lead. He'd had that guitar for a good three years now, and it was still in tip top condition. She probably treated her camera the same way he treated his Jackson V electric. He loved that damn thing.

They were nearing their destination now, another five, maybe six minutes, and they'd be there. He thought about seating. He hoped that the resuraunt he planed to take her to had a table open for them. It was usually one of those 'no reservation, no table' kind of places, but he knew he'd be able to bargain his way into something. Listen to him, he'd been here like a month only and he was already thinking up ways to cheat the locals. Silly boy.
Mr Optimistic ran over the horrible possibility that all the places would be full. Then they'd have to get take outs, or worse, he'd have to cook for her. Not that he was a bad cook, he was a great cook, it was the state of his apartment that made him worry. She was a respectable young lady and his monstrosity of a home would probably disgust her. He would have to treat her with as much respect as he treated his mother when she was alive. That woman knew how to hit, and hell, once he found that out he was down to her every command. She never asked much of him, but she was in her own way demanding.

Oh gross. Had he just compared this beautiful girl to his mother? No no no. Not gonna happen. She was a woman in her own, and after tonight, he would have a pretty good idea of what she was like, other than angry and demanding. She was an amazing sight, and he was sure that she had a great personality too. She wasn't like those untouchables who were just pretty faces and nothing more. She just gave that kind of impression...

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