Post by emily on Mar 23, 2011 16:12:47 GMT -5
emily amelia sinclair
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: em, emi, sin
sex: female
age: sixteen
birthday: april twenty second
grade: junior
orientation: bisexual
diagnosis: impulse-control disorders; level 2.
problem: nymphomania, kleptomania
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
eyes: blue
face: heart shaped
body: petite and curvy
fashion: artsy-hipster with various influences
playby: miranda kerr
overall: emily doesn't need to wear bright colors to be noticed. her stunning facial features make her stand out. she's tiny, but her curves more than make up for it. her friends could swear she could have been a model, and she was well on her way but due to certain events-- she became a patient here instead of following her dream.
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
dislikes: prudes, people that get in her way, morals, bible thumpers, her family, television evangelists, paranormal state, the seventies, the people who sold her out, fake people, bad fashion sense.
strengths: stubborn, quick-witted, impulsive, optimistic, positive
weaknesses: impulsive, hot-headed, brutally honest, foul-mouthed.
secrets: she slept with her principal on multiple occasions to make sure she wouldn't get kicked out of school, she slept with her father's secretary not only on his desk, but in his bed, and she let her very attractive english teacher take her virginity at thirteen.
worst memory: watching her mother and father divorce
best memory: manipulating her father's workers into keeping her and the secretary a secret.
desires: to get out of this school and become a fashion designer.
pet peeves: bigotry, slow walkers, slow talkers, prudes.
overall: emily is someone who has had her personality sculpted by those around her, those who fail to hold responsibility for what they made of her. sexual by nature she wants everyone and everything, she lives for lust and loves to have people want her all the time. she's a sweet girl with a lot of heart, but hell hath no fury if you get her angry. she's like a harpie, she will scratch and tear your eyes out. she's crafty by nature, and can work her way out of any situation. if you need something from the outside, let her know-- she'll make sure you get it.
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
father;
august jason sinclair
mistresses;
jennifer dailey
felicity laurence
genevieve dupont
mother;
maria delilah sinclair
siblings:
other relatives:
history:
august sinclair, of sinclair pharmaceuticals is probably the most powerful man in the world-- or at least he was. in a power marriage with maria deville of house of deville couture, they were the most sought after couple-- and when their daughter, emily was born? forget about it, they were revered, beloved. when it came to the public they were just under the first family. why? because sinclair pharmaceuticals was one of the biggest prescription medication companies alive. when emily turned five, her father's unknown private life had slowly found it's way out into the public it started with jennifer dailey, of the dailey grace salon.
it seemed that whenever he got his hair done he got a little more than bargained for. as it began to unravel, maria sinclair found out about the two others. the primary two being felicity laurence, and genevieve dupont. he ended up marrying felicity after a quick divorce with maria. genevieve and jennifer were still his lover, and felicity was more than okay with it. surprisingly, maria didn't bother with a custody war-- giving august full custody. this, some psychiatrists believe-- was what started into emily's sexual desires. up until she was fourteen nothing had changed, but at that point-- she was failing a class. english, actually. she was just bored. her teacher, miss delauros-- had approached her, and emily-- thinking there was nothing she could do-- agreed to let the woman take her viriginity. which set off a bomb. she began sleeping with her attractive teachers, and became quite the symbol of lust in her schools. when she hit high school she was out of control.
hooking up in bathrooms, she didn't give a damn. she just wanted it all. of course every good thing has to end, and it did when someone decided to alert her father, despite emily's threats-- that emily was sleeping with his secretary. he caught his daughter sitting in his chair in the office, writhing in pleasure-- and thats when he decided to send her here, buying off the press to keep this hush-hush
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: eighteen
time zone: est
other characters: none
rp sample:
had it not been for the music scene, cadence honestly didn't know where she would be today... probably on cocaine, following her brother's footsteps. the crimson haired girl sighed and looked out the window of the van as it drove to the venue. the driver to her left was their guitarist, a silly man who wore his heart on his sleeve. he thought too much about everything. granted, cadence was the same way, but she decided that he was worthy of being fun of because of it. the bloodhound gang played over the stereo, and she couldn't help but crack a soft smile at how rediculously stupid the lyrics were.
the venue came into the view of the emerald eyed girl, her french tipped nails tapped against her thigh. the pipsqueak grew more impatient with every minute that passed. the show tonight was on the bigger side, and she was playing with some friends' bands. "cady, chill!" one of the taller men in the backseat laughed as grabbed her shoulder and shaking her gently, "everything is gonna be fine, ya just gotta calm down." the band had a sixth sense when it came to their vocalist's uneasiness, and they were also aware that her brother lied to her. he said, he promised he'd be at the fucking show tonight. where was he now? fucking asher.
cadence wasn't going to lie, this asher girl? she was really fucking getting on the small girl's nerves. her own brother irritated her even more, the peachy skinned girl looked all around huntington to hang out with him today, and he didn't even bother calling. she had to hear from his fucking girlfriend online. had cadence not logged on at the right time, she would have waited outside all fucking night. she should have fucking left, nothing had fucking changed. he was still the self absorbed douche he had been since he started doing cocaine, sobriety didn't change shit.
speaking of which, her leg was still agitating her, although it was wrapped tight in an gauze bandage. pressure to the ache, at least it lessened the pain. the car was literally seconds from the venue, and people were all ready everywhere. as the van was parked, and everyone came out, cadence's small hands grabbed one of the merch bins, and the display. christmas lights still wrapped around the steel rack. the vocalist glanced around for a familiar face, one that she'd never find in a crowd like this. checking in, she watched as the person drew a large uppercase 'b' on the back of her hand. some of the bands smirked at her, she decided to set up their area a bit away from the rest of the groups. despite how happy she seemed, she was still bummed out. cracking her knuckles, she sat down as her bandmates came in one after the other with their merch.
once doors opened, the girl looked to their bassist who shrugged. there were so many little scenesters, it irritated cadence that most of these kids were in it because they wanted to look good. they weren't here for the music, they were here for a fucking hook up. it honestly made the four foot, nine inch girl angry beyond belief; ashamed to come to shows. to be associated with such vapid, shallow disgraces to the music scene. then she saw boys, large, tattooed, crazy ass dudes. cadence heart skipped a beat. she always loved dudes with tattoos, tough dudes with tattoos who threw down during a heavy band's set. they made her more happier then seeing xAFBx in boston. needless to say, it was a feat.
so the girl looked down at her phone, puma clad feat tapping the ground as she looked at the chat room, no one was responding. it was time for her to type random shit. she was just pissed, and frustrated, and bored... not a good combination, now cadence just needed a dude here. any guy to get her mind off this shit.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
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