Post by Annabella Delaney on Mar 4, 2009 17:31:19 GMT -5
ANNABELLAJANEDELANEY !
[/font]" i'll be your favorite damn disease "
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[/font][/right]-- *THEBASICS
-- * FULL NAME .
annabella jane delaney
-- * NICKNAMES .
bella, aj
-- * AGE .
nineteen
-- * DOB .
11/27
-- * GENDER .
female
-- * SEXUAL ORIENTATION .
bi - sexual
-- *APPEARANCE
[/font][/right]-- * FACE CLAIM .
keira knightley
-- * HEIGHT .
5'5"
-- * WEIGHT .
100 pounds
-- * HAIR .
light brown and currently hangs just past her shoulders. extenions are a dear friend of hers when she finds herself bored with her shorter hair.
-- * EYES .
green and round, annabella's piercing eyes are usually one of the first things noticed about her elegant face.
-- * TATOOS/PIERCINGS.
ears are pierced.
-- * GENERAL APPEARANCE .
"When I look in the mirror I don't like what I see. I'm tall. I guess people like that. I'm hella skinny. People are often jealous of that. I don't see why. I've got no boobs. The trick is...don't eat. That's my secret to my slender form. I don't eat. I don't like the way I look and yet, I must, because otherwise I'd do something about it, right? I'd rather fit in with the way people think I should look. So I do. I'm skinny. I flaunt my long legs. I show off my slender form. I wear my hair in the latest fashion. It's nothing special, just brown and straight. I do it up sometimes. Sometimes I wear it down. It's short, usually. I like extensions. It always throws people off. My hair is short one day and long the next. It's fun. The only thing I really like is my eyes. They're green but not just any green. They're a cool shade of green and they're always so intense. I like them. I really, really like them."
-- *PERSONALITY
[/font][/right]-- * LIKES .
1. rainy days and the smell of rain.
2. bubble baths.
3. the smell and effect of cigarettes.
4. the word 'f u c k'.
5. texting.
6. stupid jokes that make no sense.
7. grooming horses and stall cleaning.
8. galloping over open fields bareback.
9. dressing up for no reason at all.
10. writing.
-- * DISLIKES .
1. people that don't understand horse behavior.
2. religions.
3. slow texters.
4. riding in saddles.
5. dull pencils.
6. the feeling of insecurity.
7. know it alls.
8. long lines at disneyland.
9. loose fitting clothing.
10. heavy traffic.
-- * QUIRKS / HABITS .
1. nail biting.
2. swearing at objects.
3. fidgeting.
4. carrying a bottle of water wherever she goes.
-- * SECRETS .
Secrets are meant to be kept.
-- * FEARS .
1. finding who she really is.
2. trusting people.
-- * GOALS .
1. she'd love to be a jockey.
2. she'd love to stop being so afraid of letting people in.
-- *HISTORY
[/font][/right]-- * PARENTS .
edward delaney, 54, racing stable owner in NY.
jane delaney, 49, race horse trainer.
-- * SIBLINGS .
none.
-- * GOOD MEMORY .
" I remember the races. The atmosphere. I always got to go to the races with mum and dad. I loved sitting in the crowded stands, munching away at cotton candy. I remember one race particular, though. We won. I got to climb up on the horses back with our jockey and sit there all pretty for the winning picture. I decided right then and there that I was going to be a jockey someday. Going to win races... "
-- * BAD MEMORY .
" There's a lot. I've gotten myself into some pretty sick shit. I don't really want to talk about my bad memories. Those are the ones people prefer to forget. So let me forget them, please. "
-- *BEHINDTHESCREEN
[/font][/right]-- * NAME / ALIAS .
confuzzled, fuzz, missy, mel, melli, mz.monster
-- * YEARS ROLE PLAYING .
seven-ish
-- * OTHER CHARACTERS .
none.
-- * SAMPLE POST .
A teenage girl, only seventeen, made her way into the barn. She looked like a young woman with her unnaturally dark brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail on the back of her head, showing off her elegantly shaped face and stunning blue green eyes that stood out amazingly against her dark hair. Her lips were a natural pink color and they sat pressed together in a judgmental matter as she took in the barn that her horses would be calling home for some time. It wasn't bad per say just not what she'd imagined of a top riding school, one to be considered not only the top in Europe but maybe even one of the top in the world. She shrugged away the thoughts, turning her attention to the elegant white mare with long white mane and equally long tail that stood behind her, standing neatly at the end of her leather lead. The mare looked at her mistress and looked to be thinking nearly the same thing, a clear look of distaste on the mare's face. The young woman shook her head "Don't be rude now, Clarice" she murmured in her thick French accent, making her all the more attractive. The mare lowered her head in apology before looking around her new home.
The seventeen year old girl started down the barn aisle, her perfect hips swaying as the walked. Her tight designer jeans clung to her swaying hips and continued to cling to her legs until they reached the bottom where they swayed out into a bell shape over simple black stable boots. A nice leather belt was stuck through the belt loops of her jeans and hooked into place, clinging to her as much as the jeans were and it appeared that the belt wasn't really all that needed and she'd simply settled on it for the way it looked. If she happened to last a long while here people would soon come to find that she was quite the fan of accessories which consisted of belts, bracelets, big earrings, necklaces, sunglasses, purses, even different little things in her hair. Today though her only accessory appeared to be her belt as well as big gold hoop earrings through her ears, the gold tying together well with the brown leather of her belt. A baby blue tank top covered her probably too thin not particularly tanned torso, clinging to every curve not that there were many. The shirt was left to show off a large bit of her stomach, leaving her swaying hips revealed.
The Girl looked almost like she belonged in the barn and yet at the same time she looked like she was a model being paid to play the part of a barn goddess for some sort of shoot. There was slight truth to both of those. She knew what she was doing with the horse that walked beside her unlike your average model would but she was indeed a model that had been dubbed a barn goddess by most of her friends and even her own father. She "brought beauty to the world of horses" as her father had put it, at the time making the young girl's step mother quite jealous as she was also a horse woman. The girl hadn't thought much of her fathers words, in fact she'd been rather disgusted, she certainly didn't bring beauty to the world of horses. The horses were capable of that themselves, the way such a big animal could move with such grace what beauty to the eyes of the seventeen year old. In her mind her own human beauty was nothing compared to the beauty of her own mare Clarice. The Andalusian mare carried herself gracefully, never stumbling or making a fool of herself. Her long mane hung down and with brushing that it received nearly everyday always managed to look stunning. Her long tail hung with equal beauty to the mane and though the tips of it drug against the ground it rarely ever looked filthy. Even at her dirtiest the mare still had a simple elegance about her but so did nearly every other Andalusian that the girl had ever known.
The mare's head moved to nudge the seventeen year olds arm gently and the girl let out a little smile, shaking her head a little bit "You're not talking me out of this" she said quietly with a mock scolding look on her face. The mare's head seemed to drop in disappointment and the girl let out a little chuckle "We're here to stay for at least a month and if we don't like it Daddy said we could come home" she said quietly. She knew she must look foolish for speaking to the horse as she did but she truly believed that the mare could understand her. She figured the words must be slightly confusing considering the mare had been born in Spain then moved to France now here she was having to understand English but the mare didn't seem to mind. Even though the girl could speak the language of her birthplace, as well as three other languages, she chose not to, knowing she was coming to a place where many different languages would come together and that they'd probably all speak the common, English. The mare stepped into her stall daintily once they reach in and the teen nodded approvingly "See it's not so bad. The stalls are actually quite lovely" she said with the tiniest of smiles as she slipped the leather halter off the mare's big head.
The other horse's that belonged to the brunette had already been brought in and settled into their stalls. They had had less of an opinion about their new home more just eager to get to the pile of hay that they hoped waited for them back in their stalls. It was only Clarice that she really felt liked to listen to what she had to say. It was only Clarice that really seemed to have much of an opinion about anything. Now as she closed the stall door and stepped back she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself which was an odd feeling for the girl. Normally she always knew what to do. Now here she was in a new place, with people she didn't know, her horse's settled, and she felt a sense of uncertainty. What was she to do now?
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