Post by carolina violet summers on Apr 1, 2009 7:26:00 GMT -7
`carolinaVIOLETsummers*
he had it all figured out when he left me with a broken heart
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. KAYLA
OTHER CHARACTERS. just carolina here...for now. >.>
RP EXPERIENCE.about four years topss.
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME. carolina violet summers
NICKNAME(S). carol for making fun of, lina said lee-na for some odd reason.
AGE. seventeen
GENDER. female
ORIENTATION. straight
PLAY BY. ZOE KIMBALL
MEMBER GROUP. junior
APPEARANCE. carolina has blonde hair and bright blue eyes, people say that her eyes are the most noticeable thing about her. next would probably be her electric smile as well. she's fairly skinny but healthy, she has no eating problem. no matter how many people say she does, bah. carolina's really tiny, only coming in at about 5'2. sometimes she hates her height, seeing as she can get stumbled upon when in huge crowds or lost in them as well. and other times, she loves her height. like to all of those tall girls who are taller then the guys, because everyone knows that girls that are taller then guys never get dates. mainly because guys are intimidating by their size. duh.
carolina has more of a laid-back, i where what i wan when i want kind of style. she likes to wear t-shirts with funny sayings, because those make her giggle insanely. she also owns bunch's of skinny jeans, because they make her legs look long. because she had saw in a magazine that skinny jeans make your legs look longer and lean. and everyone knows that guys like long legs. ANYWAYS, she owns billions pairs of shoes. from flats, converse, van's, nikes, flip-flops, wedges, and heels. she owns them all, and if you ever say the word 'shoes' in her hearing rage. she will instantly want to go shopping. so if you don't like shopping, i warn you to stay away. carolina wears the minimum amounts of bracelets on both of her arms. she likes to make her own little bracelets, like yarns ones. she also has this slight obsession with bangles, no one knows why and everyone doesnt want to ask. carolina has her own little type of style, sometimes she'll come to school in a dress, sometimes something way from the ordinary. that's how carolina rocks it. (:
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY. carolina is a very natural, bubbly energetic person. she likes to do everything now, whether it go to to a amusement park, or to the grocery store. she likes to get things done now so she has more free time to do random crap. or maybe go shoe shopping. carolina has this aurora about her that she puts off, like saying 'HEY. i'm the shit. come over.'. usually when she goes to any new schools, she already makes about half of the school her friend. maybes it's just because she's amazing and has amazing super powers? haha.
it doesn't take much to make little carolina here sad and depressed. it really doesn't. just tell her she;s ugly, stupid, or worthless, and she'll bawl her eyes out. she's very sensitive to these kind of things and would appreciate half of the time if people that didn't like her, tried to be nice. carolina is more of a pacifist then anything, since her past is so jumbled up she doesn't really like yelling, hitting or anything else that is..fighting. pretty much. carolina doesn't have a short temper, unless you take something that she loves dearly. like maybe her stuffed panda bear she sleeps with every night. i mean, if you take that from her. trust me, it won't be really pretty.
LIKES. panda bears, ice-cream, midnight walks, sunlight, lizards, chocolate milk, stuffed animals, doctors, sponge-bob, dancing, talking, cheering people up, techno, rapping sometimes, pixie sticks
DISLIKES. the dark, mean people, water, yogurt, screamo, self-absorbed people, perverts, stalkers, violence, yelling, having her hair up for more then three hours, dogs, rip-off artisits, pranks.
FEARS. getting hit, not making any friends, growing up alone for the rest of her life, dying youngg.
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY. donavan marco summers -- 43 -- in jail
lillian maria summers -- 40 -- deceased
hayden marco summers -- 19 -- college student
FRIENDS. from the constant moving, carolina hasn't really made alot of close friends.
HISTORY. carolina was born in july, a hot day it was. really hot. since they lived in florida, it got pretty humid. well, no dip. anyways, carolina was donavan and Lillian's second child. everything was fine, and perfect. hayden at the time was around the age of two, everyone was happy. everything was going great, they seemed like that picture perfect kind of family. the kind you'd love to be. but that wasn't the whole picture, no not at all. behind closed doors everything was the total opposite. it seemed like carolina's mother and father had no chemistry what so ever. over the years of her growing up, she had lived through all of the yelling they dd. whether it be about the bills, their children, money, whatever. they fought about everything, and it drove carolina crazy. she had learned that whenever the yelling started, it was best to stay clear away from the house until they stopped. which meant carolina had tons of time to play outside with her older from Hayden. who also hated their parents fighting. they both wished they could really just get along, that would be just perfect.
it was odd how they put on this whole charade when they left the house. carolina's mother would spend hours in the bathroom applying make-up. regularly, it didn't take that long for her to apply make-up like she had before. they moved alot as well, seeing as her father was some business mogel. the moved all over the united states, and sometimes out of it. like france is one of the places they used to live. only for about a year, but that was long enough for carolina to learn the native tongue. after awhile, her father moved up and so they stayed where they were. which was in south california. way down south, but that was fine for her. all this constant moving made it hard for carolina to even start making a best friend like so many teenagers her age had.
carolina nor hayden knew what was also going on when heir parents fought. one day carolina had walked into it, her father was hitting her mother repeatedly while her mother stood layed there, lifeless. which led to carolina screaming and running to hayden. hayden who in turn called the police. which came and took their Father away. for their mother, they took her away in a body bag. carolina is still haunted with that image in her mind. she was about sixteen then.
so they either had the choice of adoptive parents, or staying on their own. since hayden was eighteen, almost nineteen. that meant hayden could live by himself, and being the good brother he was, he let carolina stay with him. they were off to a rocky start, however the town they lied them supported them. raised money for them to go on their way. after enough money was raised, they had moved far far away from the city that had so many constant reminders. they landed in a place called suburbia, california. where they now resided. carolina enrolled into their local highschool and hayden into their college.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST.
i'm feeling alright tonight !
---------Peyton skipped quickly down the stairs, her curly hair bouncing with each step she descended. Where exactly was she going? To get coffee of course, ever since she had made it to New York she had been obsessed with their coffee. Tennessee didn't exactly have any Starbucks near her, and if she wanted coffee she was going to get Folgers or some cheap crap like that. It was so different here, in a good way of course. Of course, in the beginning she had gotten lost constantly, and thankfully, one time she had landed infront of Starbucks. Then, days after that she was addicted to their coffee. The tea, the lattes, everything they had on their menu. She was ranting on and on about it to her little brother and he said that she was weird. Of course that was going to be Dylan's answer, he was only a little kid. Still in elementary school, and would never get the importance of coffee. He probably never would.
She had overheard someone talking about some coffee shop around town, about antiques or something of the sort. She had looked it up in the phone book, and found the address. It seemed kind of old school for her to be looking in a phone book for a address when she could surely look it up on the computer. Quicker and more easier then flipping through countless pages and most likely to get paper cuts when you got frustrated for not finding what you wanted. It always happened to Peyton, and she had little cuts on her finger tips. Then she would curse under her breathe and glare at her finger tips with the angry red cuts. She always felt like these little red cuts made her stand out and made people look at her finger tips then at her face to pay attention to her. Which always seemed to annoy her at the wrong times and usually got her in a bad mood. Which was rare to happen, since Peyton was usually one of the most happiest people you'll ever meet.
Peyton was meeting up with Nico at this new found place, since she didn't want to be there by herself. Then drink coffee by herself, when she could bring her bes test friend with her to drink coffee with her. Since he was now as obsessed with it as she was. She was hoping the direction she had given Nico were right, because she wasn't that good with directions to be truthful. She always messed up and told someone to go left for about ten miles instead of going right for one mile. Leaving them somewhere, completely lost. Then she would feel horrible afterwords. Peyton had probably changed her outfit at least six times before she decided on something simple, and it was all because of Nico. She was worried if Nico would like this, or this. Which was completely idiotic to her, since she usually just threw something on and never gave a thought to what boys thought. Peyton hardly ever did anything with her hair, it was mostly down, actually, always down. Because well, Peyton loved her hair no matter how self-centered it sounds, she did. But, on some days, she would wear her hair up. In a low bun or a pony tail.
Finally, after millions of twists and turns she made it to a old looking place, it was made of brick and had just a tad bit of rust in some places where metal was. Either it was n the door or on the window, either way it gave the place tons of character. Peyton swung open the door and heard the light 'ring' of the bell, which most stores or places had to signal that there was a customer. For a odd reason, Peyton loved them and when she was little always used to go back and forth through the door just to hear it. Which resulted into her mother or father scolding her about the annoyance of the bell going off every five seconds. She walked to a small table by the window and sat down, she couldn't help the smile that was now tugging at the corners of her lips. She was excited, but to be honest, she was always excited, by the Tiniest things as well. In front of her, laid out on the table was a pretty piece of paper which was the menu. Which was odd, because Peyton always thought of menu's being bigger and having more pages than that. She gave the menu a one through before already setting her mind on two cups of coffee. Peyton hoped Nico wouldn't mind her ordering for him with his consent. She felt like if she had coffee and he didn't, then she would feel bad for not getting him one too.
Peyton sat Indian style in her chair, which was something she did everywhere. Ever since she was little she used to, only because she thought she was a Indian. She used to wear little head bands and would search places for a feather. Which she would paint until it looks colorful with hues of pink, purple, yellow, and blue. Just a few of her favorite colors. Peyton thought it would be completely awkward between Nico and her when they had finally admitted liking each other. But everything seemed fine, as if nothing had happened. Which Peyton was glad for.
notes;; SO. HAI. this is bad because..because. xD
what she is wearinggg:;outfittt!
words;; IDKK.
music- tons and tons and tons.
