Post by shailene elizabeth daghar on Jan 18, 2009 13:17:03 GMT -5
*get over it,
shailene ELIZABETH daghar
hey bitches, Toxxic here.
i found get over it on Westwood
and i joined because I've wanted to for a while
i've been living for about 14 years and about 2 years of my life has been spent role playing
if you ever need me you can holla my name by PM
shailene ELIZABETH daghar
hey bitches, Toxxic here.
i found get over it on Westwood
and i joined because I've wanted to for a while
i've been living for about 14 years and about 2 years of my life has been spent role playing
if you ever need me you can holla my name by PM
*simple and sweet,
birth name, Shailene Elizabeth Daghar.
nicknames, Shai, Haile, Liz, Beth.
age && date of birth, 17, May 16th, 1992.
gender, female.
sexuality, heterosexual.
professor, or student?, student.
*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, black.
eye colour, dark chocolate.
height, 5 foot 8 inches.
weight, 134 pounds.
physical flaws, scars on her arms.
general appearance,
EYES - Her eyes are, strangely, a dark brown color. She was never sure where she got her eyes from, as her mother had green eyes. A darker green, actually. She supposed her brown eyes came from her father, which was her only other guess. They have a darker brown ring around the outside of the iris. The main color is a dark brown with medium brown flecks throughout it, and a brown ring around the pupil. Her eyes appear to be a dark chocolate color, nearly brown. But if you were to come up close, you'd see the wonderful detail.
HAIR - Yes, her hair. Her natural hair color isn't black. It's a medium brown, consisting of a few browns in one. Though she didn't much like it. They resembled her eyes a lot.. And she wanted to be different. To do something unexpected. So she'd bleached her hair. The bleach turned out to make her hair a wonderful whitish color, and she'd dyed it again to make the pitch black. Her hair is usually parted down the middle, bangs going straight across her forehead. Her hair is naturally straight, and goes down to just below her shoulders.
BODY - For all you guys out there - and bisexuals and lesbians - here's her body description. Go ahead and perv on it all you want. She stands 5 foot 8 inches, and weighs in at only 134 pounds. Before you get all worked up and say she's fat, hold on. Keep in mind that most of her weight is from her height and her chest. Yes, her chest. Her chest is, well, slightly large. She wears a size A, but could use a B. Apparently, guys love it. But she hates it sometimes. It's like that's all guys want from her. It's disgusting. Really, she'd rather prefer to have a smaller chest. But it's not like she hates her body, or anything. Her chest just tends to get in the way. She's also got a nose piercing and lip piercing though she doesn't always wear them.
play by, Mollyanne Andrea.
*this is me,
likes,
+ Perfume.
+ Makeup.
+ Food.
+ Music.
+ Singing.
+ Painting.
+ Writing.
+ Shopping.
+ Alcohol.
+ Caffeine.
dislikes,
- Drugs.
- Smoking.
- Rejection.
- School.
- Heart Break.
- Peppers.
- Bugs.
- Thunder.
- Lightning.
- Crying.
habits,
+ Twirls her hair.
+ Taps her fingers against hard surfaces.
+ Crosses her legs.
+ Bites her lip.
+ Organizes things when nervous.
weakness'
- Chocolate.
- Temptation.
- Alcohol.
- Boys.
- Crying.
strengths,
+ Singing.
+ Running(though she hates it).
+ Painting.
+ Making friends.
+ Hiding her emotions.
goals,
+ Become a singer or a writer.
+ Find the one.
+ Graduate.
secrets,
- She had an eating disorder.
- Used to cut herself.
- She's still a virgin.
overall personality, You'd think with a past like hers, she wouldn't be too.. welcoming. Though, in all honesty, she really is. She's one of those girls who doesn't care about who you are. Age doesn't matter to her, nor do looks, weight, height, etc. It shouldn't matter. Yeah, some people are turned away by it.. But Shai isn't. It's not like she's one of those girls who only hangs out with the prettiest, skinniest people in the school. No, she's got a wide variety of friends. And if she didn't have them.. She honestly doesn't know where she'd be today. Shai doesn't care about your past, either. It doesn't matter what you've done in the past. If she talks to you, and you seem like a decent person, she'll keep talking to you. But if you seem like someone she doesn't want to associate with.. She'll either tell you, or drop you.
It sounds kind of harsh, doesn't it? Well.. Sometimes she tells it how it is. She's not always afraid to hurt people's feelings if it's something they should really know. She has a problem with things like that. She can keep secrets, but if that particular secret is going to hurt someone else, she has to tell them. She tends to hear a lot of rumors around this place.. And if they're not good, she'll tell the person that the rumor is directed at. Though this makes her seem like a tattle tale or something. She could honestly care less. People shouldn't get hurt to amuse others. But.. Other times, she has a problem telling the person if something looks bad or is a bad idea, or whatever it is. I mean, she can't always tell things how it is. She has to lie sometimes. And come on. It's not like she's the only one who lies around here, right?
But on the other hand.. Shai can be a bitch. If someone pisses her off.. You don't want to be around her. Half the time she'll isolate herself from everyone and snap at anyone who tries to come near her. And in this state, she'll say things she doesn't mean. Things that she'll regret. But also in this state, she's not thinking of others' feelings. No, she's thinking of herself. And whatever it is that made her mad. Which then makes her selfish. Maybe she is. Maybe she's not. Once she calms down, though, she will apologize. She's not totally heartless, after all. Shai has been the cause of some fights, as well. Sometimes she'll be in a bad mood and want to see how long it'll take to piss someone off. She doesn't really get mad much when she fights.. It's amusing to her how the littlest things can make someone mad.
Shai doesn't think people should let things get to them. It only wastes their time and makes their mood worse, ruining their day. Granted, she can be a hypocrite, seeing as she's one to get mad easily as well. But everyone's a hypocrite in some way, just like everyone can be a critic. And of course, people have their off days. You know, the ones where they don't want to get out of bed, feel like shit, depressed, etc? Yeah.. She has days like that. She'll cry, though she'll lock herself in the bathroom at this because she thinks crying shows weakness. It shows you're vulnerable. And then people get the idea that they can take advantage of you. And she doesn't want that. She can stick up for herself. It's not like she's powerless. She can do things for herself. Just like the fact she can hide her emotions well when she's depressed. She'll put on a fake smile. Something people don't notice is actually fake.
*my life story,
hometown, Akron, Ohio.
current town, Los Angeles.
parents,Rebbecca - 37 - Lawyer.
Evan - 42 - Telemarketer.
siblings, Kyleigh - 17 - Twin - Freshman In College.
other relatives, N/A.
history,
Up until the age of fifteen, Shailene thought she was an only child, her parents divorced, and had a good life in Ohio. She didn't have many friends, but the ones she did have, she was glad she had. She was rich, for her mother was a lawyer, and her father who lived in Florida was paying for child support. But at fifteen, she went to Florida for some class field trip. And she met a girl there who looked just like her. Same last name. Now, at first she thought it was just a coincidence.. But she asked her mom, and her mother told her the whole story. Apparently when her mother gave birth, she'd had twins. Kyleigh and Shailene. But her father didn't want twins. Some father, huh? So they got a divorce, and their mother took one of the twins and moved to Ohio, the father staying in Florida with the other. They never thought that the two would meet. And they were never informed that they had a twin.
You can guess that the twins would be rather mad that they didn't know they even had a twin. Shailene had always wanted a sister, and her mother had kept it from her. It made sense, though. Now she knew why she was never allowed to visit her father. But now.. Now Shailene is living with her father and sister, for she found that she liked Florida much more than Ohio. And plus, she wanted to spend time with her father. Fifteen years without him was too much. And the past two years with him have been amazing. Shai's made friends, too. More friends than she had back in Ohio. And her and her sister? They get along great. And hey, Shai even had her first boyfriend. Though he wasn't one she liked that much. She doesn't consider him her first boyfriend because of what he did.. Though she knows he was a boyfriend. He didn't stop her from being with other guys, though. She had one or two after him.
Only her sister knows what the boy, Shaun, did to her. He never raped her or anything like that. In fact, she's still a virgin. But he did hit her. It was hard enough to make her bruise, but never bleed. Of course, hitting back probably only made him more mad. Hey, she wasn't going to stand around and let herself get hit. She had to fight back. She didn't deserve what he did to her. But he did deserve it when she hit back. Her sister was proud of her for fighting back, though what Kyleigh really wanted was for Shailene to dump the boy. Luckily, though, she had. The bruises and way he treated her were getting to be too much. And with her sister there to help her, she broke up with Shaun. She would have told her father.. But her father would have freaked and probably wouldn't even let her go anywhere near boys again. And, well, she liked boys. She couldn't stay away. Which is why she got another boyfriend, Jayson, when she got over Shaun.
Of course, that didn't work out either. It turned out that they were only interested in each other because of lust. Purely lust and nothing more. So when he wanted to have sex, she broke up with him. She wasn't ready to have it yet, nor was she ready to take the risks of losing her virginity through rape. She's not a stupid girl. And she knows how to stick up for herself. How to make things better for herself. And most of all, how to protect herself. She doesn't keep herself in the past. She comes to terms with things and moves on. She's also helped her sister through things, and knows when to ask for help for herself. Like when she began cuttting. She still does it, but only when she feels like she's close to breaking. she knows she shouldn't do it, which is why she always feels horrible after she does it, and tells her sister. She also had an eating disorder for a while where she barely ate, and what she did eat, she made herself throw up.
That's why she's so skinny now. It's not just because she's tall. It's because of her past eating disorder. Really.. She's a happy girl. Don't let her past tell you different. She's got friends now, and even got into college. She starts this year, obviously as a freshman, with her sister alongside her. Though she doesn't know if she wants to find a boy just yet.. She'd rather focus on her work. After all, it is her first year. And she doesn't want to mess it up. So far it's been going good. Passing her classes. Meeting new people. It's harder to get sleep because of the parties, though she doesn't let that get to her. Thankfully, her classes don't start until noon. So she can sleep for a while before she's got to get up. Now, no one here knows about her past. People don't ask how her and her sister met, since they are twins after all. No one suspects anything from their pasts. No one asks anything. No one knows. And she intends to keep it that way.
*how we do,
rp sample,
Demetri left his apartment. God, he felt like shit. It had been a few weeks since he'd lost Dannie and Jakob. The only thing that would make it worse would be for Dannie to be dead, too. He'd been thinking about suicide all week, again. First it was because he'd broken up with her, regretted it, and attempted suicide. Now he'd lost another child, and Dannie was going out with Edward. How much more could he take? If he hadn't made such a big deal about her liking Edward.. If he hadn't broken up with her.. If he hadn't yelled at her.. He might still have her. It's his fault he lost her. His second fiancé. His second child. If he lost another one.. He'd lose it. He was already on the edge. One little thing could push him off..
Demetri began his way to the park. It was his safe haven. A place where he could think. Granted, Jakob had died around there.. Maybe that was why he wanted to go there. The park held so many memories. Meeting Dannie, confronting her father.. Finding out things about her.. Jakob dying.. So many things had happened here. Most of them bad.. But in a way, he was glad they happened. It gave his life some entertainment, despite the fact he was depressed as hell now. He just needed someone to talk to before he had a huge breakdown. Thing was.. He didn't know when he'd break down. It could be any time. Any day. It could even be in a few seconds. He sighed and veered off the park's path and went over to a tree, sitting down and leaning against it.
One leg was bent, the other lay straight, his arm resting across his stomach, the other on his knee. One look at him and you could tell Demetri was depressed. His face showed it.. The way his head hung ever so slightly.. It was beginning to get dark.. And yet he sat under a tree where even more shade was. Now, if that didn't make you seem upset.. He wasn't sure what did. He could put on an act. He could act happy. Like nothing was wrong. But it would all be fake. And you could probably tell that it was fake happiness as well. His eyes would reveal everything. He closed his eyes for a moment, refusing to let any tears come. He'd cried enough over this. He should have stayed home. He should have gotten drunk, high, and forgotten about this, if only for a night.
How nice it would be for Demetri to get drunk right now. But he had no alcohol. Oh, he'd have to buy some. Maybe he'd go to the club later. Alcohol was cheaper there if you got a tab. And he wasn't old enough to buy it from the store. At the club, no one asked your age. No one cared. Money was money. He did have his cigarettes though. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pack and his lighter. But did he want one? Maybe.. He froze, though, when he heard the faint thud of footsteps coming toward him. He held his cigarettes and lighter in his hand. He'd light the cigarette once whoever was here left. But.. it was Carrie. And she was over by him now, a hand on his shoulder, and she spoke.
Demetri shook his head softly and sighed. I'm fine. he said, though it was a lie. His voice was soft and full of sorrow. Something he didn't want Carrie to see. He doubted they'd date. Especially with the condition he was in. And their age difference. But she made an amazing friend. And he didn't want her to see him upset. Though, it didn't look like he'd be preventing it. He kept his gaze on his lighter, flicking the flame on and off a few times before exhaling and looking up at her. It's just.. Things have been happening lately.. And I'm tired of it all. he said, biting his lip and turning on the lighter again. He felt like burning something.. Grass maybe? No. The fire could get bigger than he could handle. Maybe he'd get some old papers and burn them. Ooh, a bonfire would be nice..
Demetri began his way to the park. It was his safe haven. A place where he could think. Granted, Jakob had died around there.. Maybe that was why he wanted to go there. The park held so many memories. Meeting Dannie, confronting her father.. Finding out things about her.. Jakob dying.. So many things had happened here. Most of them bad.. But in a way, he was glad they happened. It gave his life some entertainment, despite the fact he was depressed as hell now. He just needed someone to talk to before he had a huge breakdown. Thing was.. He didn't know when he'd break down. It could be any time. Any day. It could even be in a few seconds. He sighed and veered off the park's path and went over to a tree, sitting down and leaning against it.
One leg was bent, the other lay straight, his arm resting across his stomach, the other on his knee. One look at him and you could tell Demetri was depressed. His face showed it.. The way his head hung ever so slightly.. It was beginning to get dark.. And yet he sat under a tree where even more shade was. Now, if that didn't make you seem upset.. He wasn't sure what did. He could put on an act. He could act happy. Like nothing was wrong. But it would all be fake. And you could probably tell that it was fake happiness as well. His eyes would reveal everything. He closed his eyes for a moment, refusing to let any tears come. He'd cried enough over this. He should have stayed home. He should have gotten drunk, high, and forgotten about this, if only for a night.
How nice it would be for Demetri to get drunk right now. But he had no alcohol. Oh, he'd have to buy some. Maybe he'd go to the club later. Alcohol was cheaper there if you got a tab. And he wasn't old enough to buy it from the store. At the club, no one asked your age. No one cared. Money was money. He did have his cigarettes though. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pack and his lighter. But did he want one? Maybe.. He froze, though, when he heard the faint thud of footsteps coming toward him. He held his cigarettes and lighter in his hand. He'd light the cigarette once whoever was here left. But.. it was Carrie. And she was over by him now, a hand on his shoulder, and she spoke.
Demetri shook his head softly and sighed. I'm fine. he said, though it was a lie. His voice was soft and full of sorrow. Something he didn't want Carrie to see. He doubted they'd date. Especially with the condition he was in. And their age difference. But she made an amazing friend. And he didn't want her to see him upset. Though, it didn't look like he'd be preventing it. He kept his gaze on his lighter, flicking the flame on and off a few times before exhaling and looking up at her. It's just.. Things have been happening lately.. And I'm tired of it all. he said, biting his lip and turning on the lighter again. He felt like burning something.. Grass maybe? No. The fire could get bigger than he could handle. Maybe he'd get some old papers and burn them. Ooh, a bonfire would be nice..
anything else, Nope.
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