Post by paisley on Aug 27, 2011 16:56:19 GMT -5
EdenAuroraArchibald !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: edz or just eden.
birthday: 14 arpil, 1993
gender: female.
grade: senior.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: ashley benson.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Eden can be described as an intelligent, charming, light hearted, perfectionnist, superficial girl with a princess attitude. As an only child, she's used to getting everything she wants and when she wants it, therefore, you can also classify her as an attention whore. Eden's a pretty popular girl, she talks to everybody and usually everybody enjoys her presence, but hey she's not God and everybody has ennemis. That's where the princess attitude plays a huge role, she wants everything when she asks it and she can sometimes come out as being a huge bitch for other school students, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, Eden's also a genuinely nice person to everybody and she doesn't judge (okay, she does a little, but everybody does that, right?). She's not the type of girl to expose her emotions and what's going on with her life to evrybody, only to two of her closest friends.
likes: dancing, cheerleading, friends, partying and being the best at everything (that's what she aims for).
dislikes: her father who doesn't really like her because he only accepted to have a child to please his wife which he uses as a trophy wife, spiders, sharks, being the spotlight of rumors, math.
strengths: Eden's one of the best ballet dancers in the state, she also manages to get straight A's in everything except in math, she's a loyal friend.
weaknesses: Hates and sucks at math, keeping secrets, understanding organized sports such as football.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Thomas Archibald.
siblings: none.
significant other (s): two best friends.
pets: a dog, liam.
hometown: Orlando, Florida[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters in jackson: none
best way to reach you: pm
Sample:
Dallas was pretty much dragging her butt ugly, obviously used messenger bag. The thing was cheap and the fabric was starting to tear apart on the sides. there was a tiny hole at the bottom of it, which was the main reason she lost half her pens. She had another bag with her that she'd picked up before leaving her dorm that morning, in order to transer all her items from the beat up bag to the new one. but for some reason, it was already mid day and she was still dragging her school items in the beat up bag. At least now she had a break in between her classes that was longer than just 10 minutes. So she dragged her tote bag to the courtyard of the college campus, plopping down on the ground and pulling it onto her lap, scowling at it as if it were some troublesome pet that she owned. She turned it upside down on her lap, letting the contents spill out of it in a chaos of notebooks, textbooks and pens, "oof." She grunted as the corner of one of her text books stabbed the inside of her thigh. She rubbed at it absently as she looked into the old messenger bag, making sure everything had fallen out. then she chucked it lightly over her shoulder, meaning to pick it up once she was done putting everything into her new bag. Most people would have gone and reorganized their things before putting it into a new bag but dallas didn't care for it. she picked up the pile of notebooks and stuffed them into the bag, then the text books then tossed the pens in as well. After another short second of sitting there and looking at it, she nodded lightly and pushed herself up and fetched the old bag, chucking it into a garbage bin. She shouldered the new bag, smacking her lips together once and heading in the direction of her class.
After a few steps she heard something clatter to the ground and stopped, looked around and spotted nothing. she frowned a little and spun in a full circle before deciding that she was hearing things and stepped back in the direction of her class -- instead she ran her nose right into someone's chest, "Ouch!" she exclaimed, raising a hand to rub at her nose. there was writing all over her hand, just a random time of the day to anyone who looked. but to dallas it was reminder that she had a photo shoot to attend to that day, at the time written on her hand. she wasn't that fascinated by modeling but it was quick money and it provided her time to talk to photographers. though she hoped that she didn't end up phototaking of models. she wanted something original and more artful than that. her dad had forced her into modeling. he had figured it was something she needed to do since it was very girly and dallas hadn't exactly grown up wishing to go to prom and being queen and buying dresses. she liked big shirts, loose pants and tackling people. she was pretty aggressive when it came to greetings and friendships in general. she missed her father dearly though and had decided to take up the modeling side job just for him. if only he could see her now. she actually had some make up on today -- only because of the shoot. And tucked in her car was a dress that was meant to be worn for the shoot. she'd even remembered to shave her legs to perfection that morning before leaving for classes. it had meant getting up extra early, which she hated.
with her father gone, she was living with her grandma when school wasn't in session. she believed that her grandma was on her mother's side though, which caused a bit of distrust from dallas' side. she'd never known who her mother was but her dad, till the very end, had still loved the woman who birthed dallas. he rarely spoke of her but dallas knew that she looked like her, had a bit of her temper and her name had been her idea. there had been times that she'd grown angry with her dad for loving someone, still, who had left them. dallas had been happy having just her father around. but he was no longer around and dallas did her best not to show how affected she was by this. she kept her happy nature going and laughed at nearly everything. she was very easy to entertain and she saw no real reason to decide that life just wasn't as fun anymore. but still, her heart broke once in a while when she thought of her dad and sometimes she needed to lock herself in the bathroom, holding back the tears she'd only let out during his funeral.
After a few steps she heard something clatter to the ground and stopped, looked around and spotted nothing. she frowned a little and spun in a full circle before deciding that she was hearing things and stepped back in the direction of her class -- instead she ran her nose right into someone's chest, "Ouch!" she exclaimed, raising a hand to rub at her nose. there was writing all over her hand, just a random time of the day to anyone who looked. but to dallas it was reminder that she had a photo shoot to attend to that day, at the time written on her hand. she wasn't that fascinated by modeling but it was quick money and it provided her time to talk to photographers. though she hoped that she didn't end up phototaking of models. she wanted something original and more artful than that. her dad had forced her into modeling. he had figured it was something she needed to do since it was very girly and dallas hadn't exactly grown up wishing to go to prom and being queen and buying dresses. she liked big shirts, loose pants and tackling people. she was pretty aggressive when it came to greetings and friendships in general. she missed her father dearly though and had decided to take up the modeling side job just for him. if only he could see her now. she actually had some make up on today -- only because of the shoot. And tucked in her car was a dress that was meant to be worn for the shoot. she'd even remembered to shave her legs to perfection that morning before leaving for classes. it had meant getting up extra early, which she hated.
with her father gone, she was living with her grandma when school wasn't in session. she believed that her grandma was on her mother's side though, which caused a bit of distrust from dallas' side. she'd never known who her mother was but her dad, till the very end, had still loved the woman who birthed dallas. he rarely spoke of her but dallas knew that she looked like her, had a bit of her temper and her name had been her idea. there had been times that she'd grown angry with her dad for loving someone, still, who had left them. dallas had been happy having just her father around. but he was no longer around and dallas did her best not to show how affected she was by this. she kept her happy nature going and laughed at nearly everything. she was very easy to entertain and she saw no real reason to decide that life just wasn't as fun anymore. but still, her heart broke once in a while when she thought of her dad and sometimes she needed to lock herself in the bathroom, holding back the tears she'd only let out during his funeral.
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