Post by silver on Jul 10, 2009 5:41:07 GMT -5
'S I L V E R ERIN H A R T
* like beautiful robots dancing alone .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS SILVER, AND I AM SIXTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FOUR 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?
THE CODE WORD IS ADMIT EDIT
- - - - nicknames, Sil
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, 18
- - - - sexuality, straight
- - - - member group, fan
- - - - (if band or crew)band, n/a
- - - - play by, jessica stroup
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- - - - hair, brown
- - - - built, skinny
- - - - height, 5ft5
- - - - fashion sense, preppy
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- - - - loathes, her parents, her 'proper' background, her stupid snotty nosed little sister, her ex boyfriends and girly 'shit' pop
- - - - strengths, She is very strong willed and can be independent, she has a certain charm about her which is great for her charisma. Silver is into fun and adventure and she is also very confident, although not arrogant.
- - - - weaknesses, Silver finds it very hard to trust people, she can go dancing and that with just about everyone but she doesn't normally open up to anyone. She is quite blunt which can be considered rude and she doesn't know when to shut her mouth.
- - - - dreams, To be a journalist
- - - - fears, She'll end up like her parents
- - - - overall personality,
Silver is a sweet girl, who gets a bit confused at times. She isn't the kind of person to go out every night on the town but when she can she tags along with her friends and tries to be the voice of reason. This doesn't always work and she often gets referred too as 'mom' which she hates, but can let her hair down and have a good time. Her dream is to become a journalist so likes to trail around the famous and try to get big. She loved singing and is confident but would still be too scared to go on stage and sing although she believes that you should try everything at least once. So be it if that means drugs and public humiliation. Silver feels it is only right to experience the whole of life and by doing everyone once then she will have experienced more than many others have.
Silver hopes to be spotted one day, as her attempts at writing have so far come flat, she can't seem to find anyone even willing to read her reports and so when hanging around with any famous people she likes to write up about them, no matter how scandalize. She is a nice person who some find easy to trust but that isn't always the wisest thing in the world. As she does like to share secrets. Silver can annoy a lot of people with her blunt attitude but that in her mind is what makes her a good writer. She can write the truth and not care if people get hurt. That saying if she falls for someone then she immediately changes her tune and she will have second thoughts about something she has written about them. Although it takes a lot for Silver Hart to fall in love with her.
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- - - - family, Mom, dad and an annoying sister
- - - - pets, a lovable dog
- - - - overall history,
Born in Texas, Silver was moved with her family to Britain where she lived in Oxford for a matter of twelve years. She hated living there as it was so proper and trim and Silver didn't fit in. Her whole family were workaholics and her sister was as perfect as you could imagine, except from the secret eating disorder she kept hidden for years. Silver never felt like she belonged in her family as they were all so different from her. She was the only musical one in the family unless you counted Mozart or Beethoven. Silver's love of punk and rock music fell flat when her family tried to train her to be just like her little sister. Silver wasn't right for not wanting to speak well of people and the only part of her that the family liked was her love of writing. They however did not know how sordid her writing could be.
At age thirteen, her family moved her to Cambridge, which was just as bad as Oxford, and she remained there for three years. One night after a heated argument Silver stormed out the big house she had lived unhappily in and ran away to America. She was only sixteen and it was in the English newspaper for ages. Her real name was Erin but she changed it to Silver when the police started looking for her because she had to be careful she had to cut up her dad's stolen credit card so nobody could see where she was. This left her broke although before doing this she did pull out as much money as possible from an account before fleeting as far away from that place as possible.
She got the idea for the name Silver when one dark night she was moping around a street feeling cold and bitter when out from a nearby nightclub called 'The Silver Moon' some singer was thrown out. Her love of music came in handy when her and the singer, Blair, started talking. Being told that she could live with them for a while, or rather 'crash and burn on the sofa' Silver began her new life as a fan who followed the famous around. She wrote a decent article on Blair but didn't have the heart to publish it. It was her best ever article but something made her stop and think. Two years later at seventeen, Silver lost her best friend Blair to drugs and drink. Within the next two years she did pretty much anything for money but this was hard as she couldn't get a job due to her changing her name.
Finally managing to get a job as a Mcdonalds check-out girl, she scrapes together enough money to pay for her flat, and what with having awesome famous people around her, money is never far from her.
- - - - rp sample,
Princess Charming with a Sparkling Phone?
Dream could always use the home phone.
Biting down on a nail, one of her mothers favorite pet hates, she managed to contain herself from lunging at it. She wasn't the sort of person to constantly use her phone all the time, and indeed if she was sat down at a meal or anything remotely similar she would not touch it, as she would feel that would be simply rude. That saying when something precious had been so unkindly ripped away from you, and even if you do not exactly currently need it, you feel like everything stops functioning properly. This of course was ridiculous, had she had her phone it would probably be neglected on her just-made bed and she would be sitting down watching some film or another. Then if she felt bothered she would pull herself out of the apartment and take her scrawny butt down to school. She only had the one lesson today, as her teacher had pre-warned them all that the other two were canceled prior to an already planned meeting. But if things got so boring then Dream would happily wonder in and finish off her portfolio.
It took a lot of Dream's strength to remind herself why she loved acting so much. It wasn't just her mom's dream, it was her's because once she was an actress, people would see past the mass of blonde hair, the light blue eyes, and the girlish giggle and see that she could be taken seriously as an artist in her own right. Not just an artist you could use, and mold, but someone who knew her own mind, her own heart and led her own dream. Most people were so judgmental of her. Just because of how she took pride in her appearance and that she enjoyed hanging around with her friends, didn't mean suddenly she was one of the social lits who just lived to destroy others and fed off jealousy. Dream was sweet and not at all judgmental of anyone else.
Pulling her tight band tee-shirt down she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Not at her face but at the top she so obviously wore all the time, she knew she would never dare to wear it outside or would she dare to show it to any of her friends but she loved it as it was the top she had brought at her first ever gig. She knew the band were still going strong although she hadn't heard anything much from them in ages. She had been thirteen and as well as it being her first concert, it was also her first date. Dream had dated many people although she had failed to ever be in a relationship. She was a bit scared of them if she was honest, probably no doubt thanks to her mother and all her merry men.
Sighing in the mirror, her eyes moved up her body until they reached her own mirror eyes. She wasn't vain but she knew she was fairly pretty. She liked the blonde tumbling hair even if it got tangled very easily, she even loved the little mole by her nose. Smiling gently she turned around hearing the housemaid, Dream's second most favorite person ever. "Danya! How good to see you, I've been so lonely!" she complained with a huge grin, hugging her maid tightly. It had been funny how five years ago she had protested about having such a person to be a slave to their every needs. Her mother had just shook her head and told her that without them she would have no job. This was true.
After five years with the Mena's, Danya's English had improved a lot although she did still struggle with certain things, and Dream could not help but laugh at the look of confusion on her face. "You well Miss Mena?" Danya asked her concerned, to which Dream replied with a nod of her head, "More so now you're here, I don't feel so alone", wondering why she had been so sad only minutes before she realised with a sigh how she had lost her phone. Sensing the change in Dream's attitude, Danya went to say something but Dream merely shook her head. "Every thing's fine, don't worry" she said with as much of a smile as possible.
Then she heard a knock on the door, both her and Danya froze. Just as Danya began to move towards the door, Dream slipped in front of her with a grin. It was more than likely not someone with her phone and probably her mother who had forgotten the keys. Still hope managed to force her over to the door. Taken a second to breath she bit her lip and opened the door. She smiled at a pretty girl, who looked older than herself and sure enough her phone in the girls hand.
With a sudden squeal, that even surprised herself, Dream found herself hugging the complete stranger and jumping up and down for pure joy. "My phone, My phone!" after the commotion and the relization that she had just no doubt scared a complete stranger, she felt her cheeks turn slightly pink before mumbling her apology. "Thank you so much, I've been...well I've been...look I'm Dream, and thank you, do you have time to stop in for a thank you cup of coffee, if you don't like coffee then I know we have biscuits, anything?". Dream knew she was mumbling on but she wanted to thank this girl so much that she didn't even know where to begin.
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