Post by ame on Apr 9, 2011 23:06:06 GMT -5
amelie mika hastings
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]: Amelie Mika Hastings "Ame"
Age[/color]: 18
Grade[/color]: 1st Year
Gender[/color]: Female
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Face Claim[/color]: Seychelles - Hetalia
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color] 5'2
Weight:[/color] 120
Eyes:[/color] Brown; she's blind in her left one.
Hair:[/color] Long, curly and brown like her eyes.
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color] Scar on her foot from getting stepped on by a large draft horse when she was a child.
Summary: [/color]
Ame is a thin¸ pretty girl in most people’s eyes. Her features are rather plain, but they complement her nicely. She has long, curly dark hair and dark eyes to match. She has a thin torso¸ and legs, but her legs are well toned due to her years of being in the saddle. Her hair more often than not is kept up due to the fact it is so long. But if u ever don’t see it up, it can be a bit difficult to recognize her almost.
Her outfits usually give away how she is feeling about herself during the day. If she’s feeling happy like she normally is, a jean based outfit and a tee shirt are her favorites. If she’s a bit more in the mood to impress people, she shows off her legs, and if her clothes are baggy at all, it probably means she isn’t feeling well. Her clothes have always given away how she’s feeling at the moment.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
-Her friends
-Horses
-History
-Dancing
-Kittens
-Cake
Dislikes: [/color]
-Rude people
-Screaming children
-Being told she's dumb
-Running
-Pie
-Fish
Strengths:[/color]
-World history
-Social skills
Weaknesses:[/color]
-Math
-Kittens
Personality:[/color]
She is very spunky. She loves to get out and move around. She can’t just sit still and let things come to her. She is impatient and she knows it. She doesn’t care as long as she isn’t expected to do something opposed to what she wants to be doing. She can get a bit fidgety if left alone too long and she will just wiggle until she gets up or out and allowed to move around. If one notices her bouncing on the balls of her feet, messing with jewelry, swaying her hips back and forth, and the like, she’s probably bored and needs some form of entertainment.
With that being said, she is very easy to entertain. She enjoys playing some sports and she likes dancing. She wants to be doing something all the time. But, there are times when she gets burnt out really fast if she isn’t doing well at a certain thing, but she bounces back from her grumbling fairly fast.
On top of all that, on the rare occasion she does get mad, she gets livid. She has been known to pull hair, scratch and bite. All typical things found in an angry fighting female.
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University [atrb=style, background: #C0c0c0; width: 360px; border: 1px solid #000000, bTable] | |
 | Name: Amelie Hastings Age: 18 Grade Level: 1st Year Residence: |
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color] Jenny Hastings
Father:[/color] Tim Hastings
Siblings:[/color] -
History: [/color]
Amelie was born the only child of her young parents, the couple was unmarried and they weren’t ready for a child, but they had one, and they intended to keep her. She enjoyed running in the sands of the beach, though eventually she got tugged in by the rough surf, and she almost drowned. Since then, she’s stayed rather far away from the water; after the water incident, her parents decided it was time to move away from the island, or her dad did. He took her and he left. She hasn’t seen her mother since; nor the friends she made on the island.
Her father resettled her outside Radiant Garden, and she grew up slowly. Her mother tried to get custody of her, but she never was able to; the courts ruled her father to be more suitable as a guardian. She would have begged to differ, but she was too young to be able to speak on her own behalf as far as it was seen.
Soon after that, she started finding out the joys in being in the saddle, it kept her anger down, and she enjoyed the company of the horses. She was glad for the companion ship of a certain mare she started riding. She loved the mare, and her father decided it would be alright to offer to buy the mare, and she wanted to own her, but she didn’t want her father buying her things, she didn’t want to owe him that. He said she wouldn’t, but she knew he would demand it off her, but he bought her anyhow, and Ame kept her as hers, though when she left for college she didn’t bring her along yet, she wanted to pay for something on her own at least.
Gradually, she grew to hate her dad a little less. She didn’t understand why things turned out how they did, but she guessed it really didn’t matter. She was rather annoyed at home though, so she started to play the piano and realized she rather had a knack of it. She didn’t ever stop either riding or playing the piano. She eventually graduated middle of her class from school, applied to several colleges, and she chose KU, close enough to home to be good enough, though far enough away from her father to be pleasant.
Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color] Rory
How Did You Find Us?[/color] Jade!
Play Any Other Characters?[/color] Not yet!
Contact Info:[/color] Aim, pm
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
Being an insomniac was never a really a great thing. Milo'd been here long enough to know that he wouldn't be talked to for moving around. He couldn't really move around during the day anyhow, he would have burned up. Most wouldn't have believed him, but it was true. He was ill, he'd always been ill. He couldn't remember last time he'd seen the sun for real. He could walk outside at times, but he didn't. He carried an umbrella around school, he couldn't walk past some of the larger windows, and it got old really fast. On top of that, there were females everywhere. An all male school would have been better for him, but did he end up in one of those? Oh nooo! Not him, all he did was show his sister who was boss, and he ended up here? That's a shit.
He sighed, and he pulled himself out of bed. He was always one of the last to shower, he ran his fingers through his already greasy hair. He could never get it perfectly clean, he didn't understand what he did wrong, but whatever it was he didn't know how to stop it.. He cracked his back, pulled on his patchy pants, short shirt and his shoes. He tugged his studded belt into place, and he hoped no one saw him with that, granted he'd popped most of the studs off to stick into a certain pair of his chucks, but he didn't have another belt, so if they took his one, he'd be sorely put out. He looked himself over in a mirror and he almost felt because of how he was , he shouldn't have had a reflection.
"Hey! Vampire boy! Come to pick a fight with a girl?" His own brother would jeer. He couldn't do anything then. His brother and his goons with beat him senseless if he tried anything. Though, one day, his sister went too far. She told him he was a freak, that she hated him, mom hated him, dad too. He knew Danny hated him. She had it coming, and then, he snapped. He grabbed a kitchen board, and she slammed it across her face. As he did, the crack made him smile. He didn't know what really happened next, she was just screaming and he just kept hitting her, until she wasn't screaming anymore. He hadn't killed her, though she should have gone. She deserved it.
His movements were sluggish, and he heard something else about. He looked and he saw the old stairs to get up to the other part of the building. He thundered up the stairs, regretting it once he hit the top one. The air was thin up here, and he could hardly breath, but he got control eventually. He could hear something else around, and his interest was perked. Ghost, human or otherwise, he could have made them scared and regret coming out at night, or he could just pass them by. Which would he choose? He wasn't sure yet.
He moved in closer, and he could see something moving, he guessed it was the something he'd heard previously. As he got closer, he spied a girl. Not what he'd hoped to find, but he could deal. He watched where he stepped, kicking sticks out of his path. He cocked a hip to the side, and he leaned against a window, relishing the feeling of being as close to outside as he could get. He looked at the girl, and he knew if he'd cared for women, she'd be pretty, he guessed, but he wanted to curl his lips back and spit right this moment. He hopped into the window sill and drummed his legs against it. "It's against the rules to be up here, Cher." His voice was laced with a Creole accent some people had a hard time placing.
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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