Post by Emily Valentine on Nov 6, 2009 10:33:08 GMT
(Emily Marissa Valentine)
'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
[/colour][/center]'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
NAME: Emily Marissa Valentine
NICKNAMES: Em
AGE: seventeen
SEXUALITY: Hetrosexual
SPECIES: Human
AFFILIATION:
DIET:
POWER:
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAP
AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
[/colour][/center]AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
PLAY-BY: Demi Lovato
HAIR AND EYES: Long curly black hair with caramel brown eyes
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 100.5
BODY TYPE: petite
I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
[/colour][/center]AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
LIKES:
Parties
Singing
Music
Guitar
Piano
Cooking
Science
Forensics
Reading
Poetry
Boys that can sing
Pizza
DISLIKES:
Spiders
Bugs
The Dark
Bears
Skittles
Starburst
Being talked down to
Math
Homework
Black Coffee
STRENGTHS:
Singing
Guitar
Science
WEAKNESSES:
Math
Boys
Parties
HABITS:
Tapping her fingers
playing with her hair
SECRETS:
Lives by drugs drinking and parties a little more then she should
Wears a happy mask around everyone.
PERSONALITY: Emily is a ball of different emotions. Half of her can be happy and ecstatic about everything and another half of her can be shy and pessimistic as well. She loves to party, that is one thing that you will notice right off the bat is that she is a wild child that loves to hang around other people. Nothing can stop her from having a good time, unless you’re a cop…that will do the trick. She has had some trouble with the law before, DUI, underage drinking, curfew breaking. She’s supposed to be on probation a little bit but she doesn’t really follow that. Especially now that she’s in the small town of Forks. She has some bite to her as in she doesn’t put up with crap from any one. She has spent most of her life alone so she has learned to stand up for her self. She enjoys performing more then anything in the world it’s her life and she loves it.
Now to a more serious side of her personality. She doesn’t tell anyone that she’s sick, she puts on a total mask to cover it because she hates sympathy and doesn’t want any one to feel bad for her. One of the reasons why she’s such a party girl is because she wants to live her life to the fullest so if she does wind up dying she will be able to die happy and have no regrets. She calms her sickness with some random drugs from time to time and numbs a great amount of pain with alcohol when she’s alone. She wants someone that she can just break down on, someone that she can tell everything to but she is a little scared to open her self up and let any one in.
I NEED A CREDIT CARD THAT'S GOT NO LIMIT
A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
[/colour][/center]A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
MOTHER: Madison Valentine, Photographer
FATHER: Leo Valentine, Singer
SIBLINGS:
OTHER FAMILY: Uncle Vinny
PETS: 4 dogs and a cat
HISTORY: Emily Marissa Valentine was born in Dallas Texas on October 31. Her parents Leo and Marissa were hardly ever home to take care of the young child so she grew up mostly with the maids and butlers helping her out. Her parents were insanely rich but at least this way she grew up with a pretty level head. Her father was a singer and her mom was a famous photographer. They were almost always gone so she learned how to stand up for her self, especially since she was an only child and didn’t have any siblings to help her. She did love it when her parents were home though because they did everything from horseback ridding to sitting around a camp fire and singing songs. Whatever they did when they actually were together was amazing.
She grew up in private schools which she didn’t mind when she was young but as she hit her teenage years she could not stand it. She wound up doing everything she could to get kicked out and when she ditched almost every day of school it happened. She finally got to go to public school for her freshman year of high school but she found that she had bigger things to worry about. Her father wanted her to start a singing career just like him and she was not going to object. She thought that it would be all fun and games, recording and performing around the world but it wound up being a lot harder then she thought. At first they didn’t really like her but after some training she wound up being a lot better and by her sophomore year she landed her self a record deal. She was ecstatic and nervous at the same time.
In the course of a year she did home schooling and worked fast so she could get her first album complete with 2 music video’s out. She wanted everything to be perfect and by the time she hit her junior year she was starting to rise up with her fame. But when she got bad news she wasn’t sure how she wanted to go on with her career. She got really sick before her first tour and wound up having to cancel. She thought it was just the flu but when it got worse and when she started getting sicker she went to the hospital and was diagnosed with leukemia. She’s taking a break from doing her music thing to try and live her life up. She is perfectly ok with being a two hit wonder for the time being. She wanted to go some where that would be nice and quiet so she could be away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. She moved to Forks Washington to live with her uncle Vinny who wrote books. Now she’s living her life day by day and trying not to think about what could happen.
IT'S LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH AND I'M NEVER GONNA WIN
LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
[/colour][/center]LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
ALIAS: ARi
HOW YOU FOUND US: Random site
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: 5 years
ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:
Aedee had yet another sleepless night by her self in the large mansion on the edge of the forest in Forks Washington. Aedee usually never slept because of the nightmares that would occupy her dreams, she could never get away from them no matter how hard she tried so she just didn't sleep, she got enough sleep when she went to the hospital every day anyways. She had chemo at the forks hospital which she had started a few days ago. Today was going to be her first day as a sophomore at forks high school. She was nervous and she didn't even know why. She knew no one would like her, she was the depressed new girl, that didn't really stick her in with the popular people so she didn't even try, she dressed how she normally would every day because she didn't need to impress any one. She was figuring she would screw up and get sent away again, she was so used to no one wanting her that it hardly phased her.
She tugged on a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray and white stripped long sleeved shirt that hid the multiple scars up and down her arms. It was a frequent thing she did, it made her feel better. She tried to stop but that didn't really work well for her because she just relapsed twice as hard. Self mutilation was her biggest problem and her biggest flaw. She almost never wore short sleeved shirts because she didn't want any one to see the scars that laced her arms. Some old and fading, some still new and tender to touch. It was a daily thing for her, along with the many suicide attempts that ran threw her head on a constant bases. She couldn't help it, she was depressed all the time and the chemo just mad it worse. She hated her life and she wanted to end it more then anything but something or some one always stopped her and it sucked. She was so pathetic that she couldn't even kill her self right.
Walking out the door she pulled her black hoodie on and flipped the hood up over her dark brown straight hair. She didn't like all the rain that poured down non stop in Forks. Climbing into the drivers side of her black Lexus. She didn't like the car and she didn't have her license yet her new parents insisted that she drove it. They weren't even ever home, her new dad was always in Hollywood and her new mom was in Paris so it was like she was living alone. She was always alone, she liked it better then having to move to a different foster home every few months. That was one of the reasons she was starting as a 16 year old sophomore, she missed to much school switching and not really caring. When she parked she noticed that classes had all ready started and she really didn't want to go to Math. So she decided to side track into the empty music room.
She had her jacket pulled tight around her and she set her back pack down next to the piano bench. Music was the one thing that made her feel better, the one thing she could use to express her self no matter what. It was always there for her. She tugged off her jacket and rolled her sleeves up. She ran a finger over some of the newer cuts and winced a little with a sigh. She was surprised she wasn't put in a mental hospital yet, she was to self destructive. She placed her hands on the piano key's and started to sing. The door was cracked and she sort of hoped that no one walked by because by the time she was done, warm salty tears were rolling down her delicate pale cheeks. She hated her life. She wanted to be happy, she just wasn't sure how.
She tugged on a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray and white stripped long sleeved shirt that hid the multiple scars up and down her arms. It was a frequent thing she did, it made her feel better. She tried to stop but that didn't really work well for her because she just relapsed twice as hard. Self mutilation was her biggest problem and her biggest flaw. She almost never wore short sleeved shirts because she didn't want any one to see the scars that laced her arms. Some old and fading, some still new and tender to touch. It was a daily thing for her, along with the many suicide attempts that ran threw her head on a constant bases. She couldn't help it, she was depressed all the time and the chemo just mad it worse. She hated her life and she wanted to end it more then anything but something or some one always stopped her and it sucked. She was so pathetic that she couldn't even kill her self right.
Walking out the door she pulled her black hoodie on and flipped the hood up over her dark brown straight hair. She didn't like all the rain that poured down non stop in Forks. Climbing into the drivers side of her black Lexus. She didn't like the car and she didn't have her license yet her new parents insisted that she drove it. They weren't even ever home, her new dad was always in Hollywood and her new mom was in Paris so it was like she was living alone. She was always alone, she liked it better then having to move to a different foster home every few months. That was one of the reasons she was starting as a 16 year old sophomore, she missed to much school switching and not really caring. When she parked she noticed that classes had all ready started and she really didn't want to go to Math. So she decided to side track into the empty music room.
She had her jacket pulled tight around her and she set her back pack down next to the piano bench. Music was the one thing that made her feel better, the one thing she could use to express her self no matter what. It was always there for her. She tugged off her jacket and rolled her sleeves up. She ran a finger over some of the newer cuts and winced a little with a sigh. She was surprised she wasn't put in a mental hospital yet, she was to self destructive. She placed her hands on the piano key's and started to sing. The door was cracked and she sort of hoped that no one walked by because by the time she was done, warm salty tears were rolling down her delicate pale cheeks. She hated her life. She wanted to be happy, she just wasn't sure how.
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