Post by Muffy Winchester VI on Sept 20, 2008 22:55:50 GMT -5
About Y.O.U. I'm awesome.
What do you go by: Lucy
Age: 17
Character Basics:
Name: Muffy Winchester VI
Age: 16
Sex: female
Year junior
School Attending: Middlesex School
Day Student or Boarder? boarder
Clique you want to be in: popular girls
Famous/ well known/ wealthy? How?: {Was your father president? Are you royalty? Perhaps your parents were the famous ones.... Details!} My father is the president of Harvard University and my mother is a Brazilian supermodel. We're one of the 100 wealthiest families in America and we came over on the Mayflower.
Appearance:
Avatar: {Which Celeb/model/person will you be using?} Blake Lively
Height: 5'8''
Hair Color: blonde and long and straight and luscious
Eye Color: bright blue
Build: super skinny and athletic, tall
Clothing Style: very preppy: JCrew, Polo, Lacoste, The Cashmere Oyster, Vineyard Vines, Jack Rogers, Bean boots, cardigans and headbands with a side ponytail, cashmere sweaters
Other: I'm really hot and I get all the boys at Middlesex.
Possessions: {Anything special your character owns?} Just my good looks and winning peronality.
Personality: {Make it a good 2-4 paragraphs please}
So basically, I'm awesome, and I know it. At school, all my friends are really pretty but not as pretty as me. We basically talk about each other behind their backs but it doesn't matter because I know I'm the one all the boys really want. I hook up with boys at every dance, and sometimes more than that. I don't have boyfriends because I get bored easily, and my dream man is Harrison Ford.
I'm pretty smart. I only get decent grades, mostly because I spend my study hours in the woods and not doing my work, but it doesn't matter because my teachers love me. I do community service for the old people because my parents want me to go to Harvard. I don't think it matters since my dad is the president but whatever. I play varsity field hockey, squash, and lacrosse. Lacrosse is awesome. I love laxers. I'm really good at everything I do. I'm perfect, almost.
My older brother Chip is an abercrombie and fitch model. I want to be an abercrombie model, but I don't have time at boarding school. I'm totally a party girl, and I party with my brother at his college, Yale. His friends are really hot so its fun. I summer at the Vineyard where my parents own a fourth house. The VIneyard is totally awesome and I sail there every weekend when I'm not being a lifeguard on the beach. I also ski in Aspen during the winter at my parent's chalet. I'm a really good skiier, I've won the national skiing competition- but i don't really like it as much as squash.
I'm a closet alcoholic, and I've had an abortion before, but I try not to talk about it. My alcoholism sometimes causes problems for me, seeing as how I got kicked out of my last boarding school, Groton for passing out on the fields late at night. So I'm not perfect, but I'm pretty damn close, at least on the outside. xoxo
History: {Make it a good 2-4 paragraphs please. Details are awesome!}
I was born on Nantucket on a sailboat out on the Atlantic. My father delievered me with my brother's help. My brother still says that helping to birth me made him want to become a doctor (though i think that he just wants to make a lot of money and get a hot, blonde wife). Throughout my childhood, I played many sports and that is why I'm so amazing at all the sports I play. When I was 5 I started competitive horseback riding with my horse Pumpkin. It was a good life. I was a Ralph Lauren kids model, so I got a lot of free clothes.
When I was 12, I almost drowned. I was drinking at my best friend's batmitzvah and some friends and I decided to go in the pool after taking a couple pills of e. Needless to say, it wasn't the best idea i've ever had in my life and five minutes later, I was passed out facedown in the pool, choking in my own vomit. My parents never found out, luckily. This really hot boy i was dating gave me cpr, and that was also the night i lost my virginity.
But now that I'm at middlesex, i am away from all the rules and my parents and i'm going to have some fun...
Sample RP:
Sascha glanced down at her watch and ruffled halfheartedly through her Hermes bag for a piece of gum. Tristan was late. Again. She didn't understand how he could manage to "accidently" be twenty minutes late every single time they had a date. Unless he was with her. She shook her head, trying to push thoughts of Charlotte out of her mind, but it was no use. Sascha couldn't help picturing the supermodel-tall girl with the wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. She knew she couldn't compete with Charlotte, but at the same time she couldn't let herself let go of Tristan. So she kept agreeing to these dates, which usually left her feeling more upset than anything when they were over.
Shaking out her long auburn hair from its messy ponytail, Sascha reached for the compact in her case and anxiously applied a fresh coat of lipgloss. As the minutes on her Chopard watch slowly ticked by, she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to show up. He was almost a half hour late at this point. Setting her bag back onto the sticky plastic of the cafe table, Sascha leaned back in her chair with crossed arms. Five more minutes, she promised herself. Five more minutes and she would leave the cafe and never take any more crap from Tristan again.
But then the chime above the door to the coffee shop tinkled, and the impossibly gorgeous soccer star with the curly blonde hair walked in, and there was nothing she could do.
"Over here!" she cried, waving to him as he looked around the cramped shop. Their eyes locked and he smiled, displaying a gleaming row of perfect white teeth, and he began weaving his way through the cluttered group of mismatched tables and chairs.
He greeted her and plopped into the chair opposite her. Looking into his eyes, Sascha found she suddenly didn't care about Charlotte anymore. It didn't matter.
What do you go by: Lucy
Age: 17
Character Basics:
Name: Muffy Winchester VI
Age: 16
Sex: female
Year junior
School Attending: Middlesex School
Day Student or Boarder? boarder
Clique you want to be in: popular girls
Famous/ well known/ wealthy? How?: {Was your father president? Are you royalty? Perhaps your parents were the famous ones.... Details!} My father is the president of Harvard University and my mother is a Brazilian supermodel. We're one of the 100 wealthiest families in America and we came over on the Mayflower.
Appearance:
Avatar: {Which Celeb/model/person will you be using?} Blake Lively
Height: 5'8''
Hair Color: blonde and long and straight and luscious
Eye Color: bright blue
Build: super skinny and athletic, tall
Clothing Style: very preppy: JCrew, Polo, Lacoste, The Cashmere Oyster, Vineyard Vines, Jack Rogers, Bean boots, cardigans and headbands with a side ponytail, cashmere sweaters
Other: I'm really hot and I get all the boys at Middlesex.
Possessions: {Anything special your character owns?} Just my good looks and winning peronality.
Personality: {Make it a good 2-4 paragraphs please}
So basically, I'm awesome, and I know it. At school, all my friends are really pretty but not as pretty as me. We basically talk about each other behind their backs but it doesn't matter because I know I'm the one all the boys really want. I hook up with boys at every dance, and sometimes more than that. I don't have boyfriends because I get bored easily, and my dream man is Harrison Ford.
I'm pretty smart. I only get decent grades, mostly because I spend my study hours in the woods and not doing my work, but it doesn't matter because my teachers love me. I do community service for the old people because my parents want me to go to Harvard. I don't think it matters since my dad is the president but whatever. I play varsity field hockey, squash, and lacrosse. Lacrosse is awesome. I love laxers. I'm really good at everything I do. I'm perfect, almost.
My older brother Chip is an abercrombie and fitch model. I want to be an abercrombie model, but I don't have time at boarding school. I'm totally a party girl, and I party with my brother at his college, Yale. His friends are really hot so its fun. I summer at the Vineyard where my parents own a fourth house. The VIneyard is totally awesome and I sail there every weekend when I'm not being a lifeguard on the beach. I also ski in Aspen during the winter at my parent's chalet. I'm a really good skiier, I've won the national skiing competition- but i don't really like it as much as squash.
I'm a closet alcoholic, and I've had an abortion before, but I try not to talk about it. My alcoholism sometimes causes problems for me, seeing as how I got kicked out of my last boarding school, Groton for passing out on the fields late at night. So I'm not perfect, but I'm pretty damn close, at least on the outside. xoxo
History: {Make it a good 2-4 paragraphs please. Details are awesome!}
I was born on Nantucket on a sailboat out on the Atlantic. My father delievered me with my brother's help. My brother still says that helping to birth me made him want to become a doctor (though i think that he just wants to make a lot of money and get a hot, blonde wife). Throughout my childhood, I played many sports and that is why I'm so amazing at all the sports I play. When I was 5 I started competitive horseback riding with my horse Pumpkin. It was a good life. I was a Ralph Lauren kids model, so I got a lot of free clothes.
When I was 12, I almost drowned. I was drinking at my best friend's batmitzvah and some friends and I decided to go in the pool after taking a couple pills of e. Needless to say, it wasn't the best idea i've ever had in my life and five minutes later, I was passed out facedown in the pool, choking in my own vomit. My parents never found out, luckily. This really hot boy i was dating gave me cpr, and that was also the night i lost my virginity.
But now that I'm at middlesex, i am away from all the rules and my parents and i'm going to have some fun...
Sample RP:
Sascha glanced down at her watch and ruffled halfheartedly through her Hermes bag for a piece of gum. Tristan was late. Again. She didn't understand how he could manage to "accidently" be twenty minutes late every single time they had a date. Unless he was with her. She shook her head, trying to push thoughts of Charlotte out of her mind, but it was no use. Sascha couldn't help picturing the supermodel-tall girl with the wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. She knew she couldn't compete with Charlotte, but at the same time she couldn't let herself let go of Tristan. So she kept agreeing to these dates, which usually left her feeling more upset than anything when they were over.
Shaking out her long auburn hair from its messy ponytail, Sascha reached for the compact in her case and anxiously applied a fresh coat of lipgloss. As the minutes on her Chopard watch slowly ticked by, she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to show up. He was almost a half hour late at this point. Setting her bag back onto the sticky plastic of the cafe table, Sascha leaned back in her chair with crossed arms. Five more minutes, she promised herself. Five more minutes and she would leave the cafe and never take any more crap from Tristan again.
But then the chime above the door to the coffee shop tinkled, and the impossibly gorgeous soccer star with the curly blonde hair walked in, and there was nothing she could do.
"Over here!" she cried, waving to him as he looked around the cramped shop. Their eyes locked and he smiled, displaying a gleaming row of perfect white teeth, and he began weaving his way through the cluttered group of mismatched tables and chairs.
He greeted her and plopped into the chair opposite her. Looking into his eyes, Sascha found she suddenly didn't care about Charlotte anymore. It didn't matter.