Post by cassiedy on Jun 15, 2009 0:16:16 GMT -5
Cassiedy Taylor Ledel
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'Fall... Don't you really want to fall from a star?
You know that heaven is not that far from a star.
I've bet you fallen deeper in the dark.
Oh baby dream about it.'
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Collehh, AND I AM --.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT A Few Years & I'M A Intermediate AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE
None. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
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- - - - nicknames, cassie
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, seventeen
- - - - sexuality, bisexual
- - - - member group, Crew
- - - - band (if band or crew member), Paint Me Famous
- - - - play by, Brittany Kramer
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- - - - hair, black
- - - - built, skinny, very strong- but doesn't look the part, and good to move stuff
- - - - height, five foot four
- - - - fashion sense, 'scene'
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xx_ talking
xx_ reading books
xx_ kisses
xx_ glowsticks
xx_ poptarts
- - - - loathes,
_ lies
_ 'taking long walks on the beach' stupid quotes
_ cheating on anything
_ rap
_ whores
- - - - strengths,
_xx;; climbing things
_xx;; helping a friend
_xx;; giving good advice
- - - - weaknesses,
;;_ being alone
;;_ making the wrong choices
;;_ being talked down to
- - - - dreams,
<> finding her parents
<> to learn to make the right choices
<> being taught you don't have to act 'perfect'
- - - - fears,
__;; finding out lies that are true
__;; learning she's looking in the wrong place
- - - - overall personality, Cassie is a very bubbly person, she’s never stopped talking since she was little. When Cassie was little she’d always wanted to be a part of something in the world. So she became working for bands. Starting with her sister, but since her sister found someone else she’s moved on. She really hates her sister for choosing someone else, Cassie is always trying to be- and do the right thing for the band. Cassie does act like a five-year old with her friends. The girl doesn’t look like she would be afraid, but she doesn’t like the weed-ed-er, it pops at her. Screaming is something Cassie does when she’s excited about something. She doesn’t like that she listens to every conversation. When she knows, or finds something about her, she’s really quiet, and you can’t get to her. She really is different, she talks a lot but, when she’s busy, or tired, for once, of talking she’s quiet. Cassie always has a smile on her face. If she doesn’t she pushes her self to smile
Cassie might take things the wrong way, if she’s directly told. It’s weird for her to hear from the person who tells her, she’s always asking someone else what she should do. Not the direct person that told her. When Cassie was little, she had found that the world isn’t fair, so she never has a bad attitude when she’ doing something. The girl never knew she had a reason to do something, ‘cause she’s normally done when the person starts to tell her what to do. Cassie isn’t a perfectionist, she has to over look something for a while. She maybe slow, but Cassie gets through her work. She knows to do stuff she’s told, but when she doesn’t feel like it, or up to it she gives her load off for later. But overall Cassie is a nice person, who tries.
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- - - - family,
James Nickel Ledel, 45
Tira Dee Ledel, 45
- - - - pets, None.
- - - - overall history,Her family has a past of taking over stuff. Cassie doesn’t her mom and dad don’t enjoy not have a ‘perfect’ kid. When Cassie isn’t in the mood she normally blocks her parents, so her family isn’t close. Except for her sister, look where she is in her own band. All her money, and back-up came from Cassie’s parents, at least she was her sister’s helper- or not. Her mom didn’t like that Cassie took orders from her sister. Dad on the other hand didn’t really care, at least Cassie was getting out. Cassie’s mom was really the only one who thought that she could do better, but didn’t excel in anything. She only liked taking orders, because it normally kept her busy from doing something. Her sister wasn’t really like Cassie, her and Cassie only have the ‘act’ of each other. Cassie thinks she, her sister is her real sister. Just some child her mom and dad picked up.
Cassie’s other half is her friend Jenna. They are more like sisters than Cassie, and Sarah. Jenna really gets Cassie. Then again, they have been friends since kindergarten. Jenna, and Cassie had fights over things, but always belonged for each other. When Jenna was sad, she had Cassie. Then when Cassie was bored, she had Jenna. You never saw Cassie without Jenna. She was so close she knew where everything was in Jenna’s house.
Cassie’s past may seem good, but about a year ago. She thought her one date was the right one. They had sex, she didn’t seem they were good after that. Cassie never told her mom, or dad. That is what Jenna was for. So Cassie wasn’t ’perfect’ for her parents anymore. When her mom, and dad heard, it was ’Bye-bye Cassie.’ Her parents kicked her out, for something her sister did too, but you see her sister’s room, and it still has her stuff in it. It was her parents just didn’t like Cassie. When the girl had packed her stuff, she moved in with Jenna. Her past is now behind her, and she’s living with her best friend, and comes back on breaks when her band is off tour.
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Chris was waking up from drinking his wine. He rubbed his hair. Chris couldn’t feel his spikes that he had fixed earlier. The boy popped off his bed, then walked to his suit case, he pulled out all his hair supplies in a bag, his mom had gotten him. He then pulled out, a pair of skinny jeans, then a BMTH t-shirt. Chris walked to his bathroom he had. He closed the toilet lid down, and then sat his clothes on it. Chris pulled off the shirt he was already wearing. He got a hold of the back, and pulled it off, revealing his white back. If Chris tried to tan, it just turned out terribly horrible.
Chris then got a hold of his BMTH shirt, and pulled it over his head, flattening his hair even more. The boy slid off his pants, then got the other pair he pulled those on, then walked back to his suit case, then he looked for his other belt he knew he packed. He turned around and screams “Damn it Jena” he said. after he screamed, he found the belt on his bed. He rolled his eyes, then walked over there by his bed and grabbed the belt. Chris pulled his pants down, revealing some of his plaid boxers. He then put the belt on, and pulled some of his shirt down. Chris walked back to the bathroom to fix his hair.
The boy pulled out his comb first, and then he ran it under the water. Chris started to comb his hair down. Then he pulled out, his 3 bottles of gel, one out of 5 of the hair spray bottles his mom gave him before he left. Chris separated some of his hair with his comb, then got some of the gel and spiked his hair. He quickly got the hairspray then he sprayed up, and down the spike he made. Chris got his comb, and then separated another piece of his hair. He took a slob of gel then rubbed it up the spike, making another spike. Chris again quicker than before grabbed his hair spray and sprayed his hair. Before he left for a night out, he had made a few more spikes. He grabbed his puffy jacket, with the fake fur around the hood.
Chris was looking at a list to go out. He found Club Cyanide on the list. Chris stood there for a second and decided to go there. He locked the door behind him; he then walked out to his car. Chris wanted to get out and do something, and what can be better than going to a club, that will most likely have wine, or another alcoholic drinks. He licked his lips thinking about it. Oh and he couldn’t forget about the hot, and cute girls, and guys that would be there, or hopefully be there. When Chris got to his car, he started to head for Club Cyanide. Chris looked around while he drove to the club. Chris got there in a few 30 minutes, he drove up to the parking lot. He could see a lot of people were there today. As soon as Chris found a parking spot he drove into it, then shut his car off. He got out, locking the door behind him. Chris hooked his keys onto his belt loop. Then the boy headed for the club.
When Chris got in the club he looked around, seeing a lot of people. He headed straight to get a drink. Instead of an alcoholic drink, a Coke will help him. Chris looked to see if he knew anyone. Like hell he would know anyone, he moved there not to long ago. He was a little tipsy from a little wine he had earlier. Chris walked to an area of the club, he stood there watching people dance and have fun. He saw a few girls, and guys, but Chris was to chicken, so he just stood there, waiting to see if anyone would ask him to dance. ‘Ahh, I need to make new friends. That’s going on my list.’ he thought to himself. Chris didn’t want to be such a chicken but waiting was nice for him.
Chris then got a hold of his BMTH shirt, and pulled it over his head, flattening his hair even more. The boy slid off his pants, then got the other pair he pulled those on, then walked back to his suit case, then he looked for his other belt he knew he packed. He turned around and screams “Damn it Jena” he said. after he screamed, he found the belt on his bed. He rolled his eyes, then walked over there by his bed and grabbed the belt. Chris pulled his pants down, revealing some of his plaid boxers. He then put the belt on, and pulled some of his shirt down. Chris walked back to the bathroom to fix his hair.
The boy pulled out his comb first, and then he ran it under the water. Chris started to comb his hair down. Then he pulled out, his 3 bottles of gel, one out of 5 of the hair spray bottles his mom gave him before he left. Chris separated some of his hair with his comb, then got some of the gel and spiked his hair. He quickly got the hairspray then he sprayed up, and down the spike he made. Chris got his comb, and then separated another piece of his hair. He took a slob of gel then rubbed it up the spike, making another spike. Chris again quicker than before grabbed his hair spray and sprayed his hair. Before he left for a night out, he had made a few more spikes. He grabbed his puffy jacket, with the fake fur around the hood.
Chris was looking at a list to go out. He found Club Cyanide on the list. Chris stood there for a second and decided to go there. He locked the door behind him; he then walked out to his car. Chris wanted to get out and do something, and what can be better than going to a club, that will most likely have wine, or another alcoholic drinks. He licked his lips thinking about it. Oh and he couldn’t forget about the hot, and cute girls, and guys that would be there, or hopefully be there. When Chris got to his car, he started to head for Club Cyanide. Chris looked around while he drove to the club. Chris got there in a few 30 minutes, he drove up to the parking lot. He could see a lot of people were there today. As soon as Chris found a parking spot he drove into it, then shut his car off. He got out, locking the door behind him. Chris hooked his keys onto his belt loop. Then the boy headed for the club.
When Chris got in the club he looked around, seeing a lot of people. He headed straight to get a drink. Instead of an alcoholic drink, a Coke will help him. Chris looked to see if he knew anyone. Like hell he would know anyone, he moved there not to long ago. He was a little tipsy from a little wine he had earlier. Chris walked to an area of the club, he stood there watching people dance and have fun. He saw a few girls, and guys, but Chris was to chicken, so he just stood there, waiting to see if anyone would ask him to dance. ‘Ahh, I need to make new friends. That’s going on my list.’ he thought to himself. Chris didn’t want to be such a chicken but waiting was nice for him.
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