Post by mika on Jul 9, 2010 0:54:23 GMT -5
MIKAELASOFIAVANDERBILT !
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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: Mika, Micha, Mickey
age: Eighteen
gender: Female
grade: Twelfth
sexuality: Heterosexual
played by: Madame Megan Fox[/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]
Mikaela's hair probably seems like it's constantly going through changes -- mainly because it is. Having parents with extremely dark locks, Mikaela was graced with hair the color of dark chocolate. When she was born, her hair was a nearly nonexistent shade of white. As a baby, her hair seemed to only get darker and darker, staying at the darkest shade of brown blond until she was about seven. Finally, her hair started to get a tad bit darker as the years rolled along, yet it managed to stay a soft shade of brown, and that has stuck with her throughout her teenage years. But if there is one thing that has been consistent, is her hair's length. Of course when she was born she had hardly any hair, but her mother soon let it grow. Since she was younger, her hair has grown and has found it's comfortable length which is quite far beneath her shoulders. And she has the annually three month trim to make sure it stays healthy, but keeps it's length. In her opinion, short hair is masculine, and it is something you wouldn't be able to catch her with. As far as her hairstyles go, that is almost as consistent as her length. Once in a great while you will see her with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, but that is about as rare as a lunar eclipse -- for she tends to wear her hair down at all times. Luckily, her hair has it's own natural flow that doesn't tend to require much styling. Her mother's hair was naturally curly, and her father's was just the opposite. With the combination of the two, Mikaela ended up with hair that dries tousled.
There is one word, and one word only to describe Mikaeala's eyes, and that is stunning. Her eyes are absolutely beautiful and they are a very uncommon shade of blue. Her mother and father both had brown eyes, along with 90 percent of her family. But somewhere in the gene pool, she ended up with aqua blue eyes. When you look into her eyes it's like you are looking into a magnificently blue ocean, like the waters of the Caribbean. But you aren't, obviously. Unlike other people who have eye colors that change with lighting and change with age, Mikaela's commonly don't. The second she was born she had the brightest, most sapphire blue eyes, and to this day she still does. Mika would be absolutely horrified if over the years her eyes lost their beauty because they are definitely one of her more defining features. They're not even the type of blue that people buy as colored contacts -- they're far better and much more captivating than plain old royal blue, but lucky for Mikaela it's au natural, and those colored contacts are not needed. In different light settings the color tends to change but it's never anything too drastic, just darker or lighter. Honestly, if you look into them, you never want to look away. That has been quite the case one time or another, and to be completely honest, it kind of freaks her out when she's talking to someone and they won't glance away from her eyes. But then again, it's better than looking at her chest.
Mikaela's father was a big man. Not weight wise, but height wise. He was the tallest of his four brother's coming in at 6'5" and quite possibly the tallest man Mikaela had ever seen in person. Then there was her mother, who was also quite tall at 5'6". But coming in at 5'7", Mikaela is all leg. Aside from her gorgeous eyes and hair, her legs are ravishing. Yes, she has ravishing legs. They aren't obnoxiously long, but they're quite long and toned. Mikaela has never been one to strain herself over working out, but that doesn't meant she doesn't do it. One could say she was blessed with a fast metabolism, but that's not enough to keep one in shape. With the help of that, she does manage to go on daily jogs five days a week, and she tends to stay away from fast food. From her years of athletic development which include track, soccer and cross country, she's acquired a nice stomach, almost flat except for the fat that is kind of necessary for all females. For the most part, her body is considered skinny and athletic, in comparison to her tall height of 5'7. Her body is long and lean, and her legs are a little longer than average, but they look good on her, and she shows them off whenever she feels like. She loves her body, and really wouldn't change it for anything, although she can still have insecure moments.
In all honestly, there is nothing extremely distinguishing about Mikaela. Yes, she is beautiful -- she's your typical dark beaty, but there is nothing that really sets her apart from any other tall, thin, brunette -- or so she thinks. People's opinions tend to vary, some may call her exquisite, and then there are the people who think the same way she thinks of herself, and that is nothing special. But it all depends on who you ask.
personality:
▪ CONFIDENT; The first thing you notice when you meet dear Mikaela, is the confidence she exudes. Growing up the way she has, has given her a self assurement and she isn't afraid to just be who she is, and she's incredibly comfortable in her own skin. Some people might mistake her confidence for pretentiousness, but they couldn't be more wrong.
▪ FLIRTATIOUS; Mika is known for being a notorious flirt. She loves to walk into a room, bat those pretty eyes of hers, and hit on any guy that she deems worthy. Of course, Mikaela’s expectations in men are high, so if she hits on you, then you should consider yourself lucky. But don't think of her as a slut. no, no, no. she's got limits, even with flirting.
▪ BLUNT; If Mika has something on her mind, she's going to tell you what's on her mind without a second thought. She's extremely straight forward, and she's going to give you her opinion whether you ask for it or not. Her bluntness definitely gets her into trouble, but it's just the way she is.
▪ OUTGOING; This particular eighteen year old loves to talk, and she loves being around people. She's spent her entire life mingling with strangers and talking with people that she doesn’t even know, and she’s not afraid to just be who she is. After all, she loves who she is, and she’d be the first person to walk up to a new kid at school. She’ll talk to just about anyone who will listen, and she’s really never been one to hide something.
▪ FIESTY; Mikaela has tons of attitude and sass, and is charmingly aggressive. Some people might be intimidated by her because of this, but that's fine with her. She's got more attitude and sass than you'd even know what to do with.
▪ KIND; Believe it or not, Mikaela has a heart of gold. She’s one of those types that will defend her own at any circumstance. She’s there for them when they need her, and she’s always ready to stand up for them if the time comes. She's a great friend to have, but she's also kind and friendly to people she hardly even knows.
▪ IMPULSIVE; If Mika has an idea in her head, anything at all, there's no changing it. If she decides to do something crazy and stupid, there's no changing her mind about it. She also has a hard time not saying whatever comes to her head.
▪ BITCHY IF NEEDED; Although Mikaela can be a dove, she can also be your worst nightmare. Luckily, this side of her is rarely present. But you see, Mikaela can’t be mean. She can be so nasty it’ll take your breath away - for good. Once you backstab her, or show disloyalty, it'll cause her to release the inner ice queen that every young woman has inside her. She'll freeze you to the bone, because it's only what a classy woman would do, and if she has anything serious to her name, it's her class.
▪ WILD; Since Mika is extremely outgoing, she's been known for being pretty wild as well. It's hard to keep up with her, considering just how crazy she can be, but she's never been the type to get too crazy. She loves a good party just like anyone else, sure, but she stays away from alcohol and drugs.
▪ COMPETITIVE; Mika is probably the most competitive person you will ever meet. Especially so when it comes to dance. Mika is a competitive dancer, and will do whatever it takes to be the best. She'll turn the most minor things into some sort of game or competition, and she always has to be number one. It doesn't matter who she knocks down in the process, for she'll do whatever it takes to be the best.
▪ VIVACIOUS; Mika has a ton of personality, energy, and is incredibly free spirited. Some might consider being vivacious as an insult, but Mika takes it as a compliment.
▪ AFRAID; Mikaela Vanderbilt is a girl who likes to feel controlling and the thought of something affecting her - like love - scares her. So the minute guys get too close, she'll push them away. She's not usually girlfriend material, but she'll try and experience with boyfriends from time to time. She's not very promiscuous, but to think that she could be hurt by an emotion, really panics her. But in her eyes, she's young. She's always going to be the temptress Mikaela Sofia Vanderbilt, and love isn't going to change her as a person. At least, she hopes it won't. Maybe it'd calm her down, who knows?
likes:
Parties, audrey hepburn, christmas, people, new things, adventure, high heels, the city, track, the beach, laying out, being tan, vacations, cotton candy, dancing, comedy, laughing, boys, all nighters, school, jogging, surprises, hot chocolate, snow, shopping, live music, decadence, people she loves, high - fashion, older men, gossip, puppies, and leather.
dislikes:
Arrogance, posers, prudes, people who think they're superior, beer, closed-mindedness, cabin fever, having nothing to wear or do, jerks, insults, petty rules, america's economy, bigots, anything petty, being without the people she loves, most guys her own age, know it alls, being home, sad movies, being on her own, growing up, and being told to do something.
strengths:
Dancing, meeting new people, being herself, speaking her mind, fighting for what she believes in, and never backing down.
weaknesses:
She's afraid of commitment, she's incapable of fully trusting people, she's afraid of love, and she can't keep secrets.
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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: Nathaniel Vanderbilt - Deceased
siblings: N/A
significant other (s): N/A
pets: Frankie - German Shepherd
hometown: Jacksonville, New Jersey
history:
Nathaniel and Stella Vanderbilt's relationship was one that was filled with romantic heat and passion; love blooming into their eyes. Nathaniel eventually became a successful lawyer, seeming to have a gift for prosecuting, while Stella turned to her family fortune to make her money. Stella was from a family with old money, so financially, they never had problems. It didn’t take long for Stella to conceive her first child, the nine months going by very quickly. She was lucky however, because Mikaela Vanderbilt was born right on time, and smaller than the average child. The little girl was soon to light up both of their lives in more ways than one. In her eyes, those electric blue eyes, there was something so fresh that they could hardly stand it. There was something about her that just radiated with life, though superficial reasons did drive them. They were a family that had wealth and money, so they insisted on having the best for Mikaela no matter what. But they also didn't want her to turn into a spoiled, self-centered brat, either. It was from a very young age, though, that Mikaela was different. She was a well behaved child, though one that was as curious as ever, crawling around and reaching for things, putting even the most acclaimed child proof locks to the test. There were more than several occasions where they were rushed to the emergency room, once when the little girl accidently sucking her hand into the vacuum cleaner, and once again when she fell off the dresser and cracked her head open.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
Still, the little girl remained to be the pride and joy in their lives, their relationship standing the ties of her curiosity. They resided in Ontario, and they couldn't have been happier. Mikaela was a very normal child, doing just as her parents asked when they asked it. Mikaela was more than pleased as she grew older and learned to understand her life. She was always very naïve when it came to the ways of the world beyond her head, always so careless to the things that meant the most. It may have been for this reason, and for this reason only, as to why the death of her father was such a surprise.
She was sixteen when her father died, shattering her world of fairy tales and prince charmings. She was blasted into a reality that even she could not understand, and as she usually did, she was curious as to why. It was hard to undestand, how little her mother talked about her father's dead. Mikaela had known about her father's cancer, but the doctor thought it wasn't very serious. They also figured he had more time than expected. But just a month after Mikaela's sixteenth birthday, Nathaniel Vanderbilt lost his battle with cancer. She didn’t show it much, but Mikaela was devastated. She would have fallen apart if it wasn’t for the fact that her mother was a complete wreck. After the funeral, Stella would only go to work, come home with take out for Mikaela, and then go to bed. She did the basic things a mother needed to do, and that was it.
When her father died, Mika started taking dance classes as a feeble attempt to grieve over his death. Her counselor had originally advised her to pick up a hobby of some-sort to help clear her mind. So she gave dancing a try, and Mika instantly fell in love with the art of dance. She could remember spending hours upon hours after school practicing, and nobody would ever give her any trouble. Sometimes she'd practice to the point where she could hardly stand on her own two feet. She danced until she was exhausted, and until she couldn't dance anymore. She simply wanted to avoid her lingering thoughts for as long and as much as possible. Was that too much to ask?
But eventually, it became easier. The thoughts about her father's death were less apparent, but they were still there. They were always there, and they always would be. She wished that she had picked up dancing earlier on, when her father was still alive. She would've loved to have her dad watch her dance. He would've been so proud of her. She could just picture the smile he'd have if he ever watched her... But there were so many things he was going to miss. He was going to miss her growing up, and becoming a woman. He was going to miss her walking down the aisle, and starting a family... But I guess that's just something she has to accept and deal with.
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]
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RP sample:
It was just a continuous circle. Day and night. There was no change. Tripp would party and flirt with girls like it was the air he breathed. He would attend the crazy parties that lasted all through the night, and he would flirt with all the women who he deemed worthy. It was a cycle that he couldn't break. A cycle he didn't want to break. It was his comfort zone. To be honest, he didn't know how to act any other way. He would always ask himself, what else do I have to live for? He had experienced such pain in his life, that he truly believed that life was nothing but heartache and suffering. Life had thrown such unbeatable obstacles at him, and people wondered why Tripp was the way he was. It was just downright ridiculous. In his perspective, he believed that since you only have one life to live, you better live one hell of a life. So why bother with relationships that probably won't last, anyways? In Tripp's perspective, it was all pretty great. And it was much easier for Tripp to have meaningless relationships with random girls, then to talk about his feelings and act vulnerable around someone. Ever since his father had abandoned him, Tripp had built an exoskeleton around himself. The shell was strong enough to keep the ones he loved out, and strong enough to keep his true feelings from surfacing for the whole world to see. God forbid what would happen if someone actually knew how he felt on a day-to-day basis. They might actually feel sorry for the poor boy.
Behind that rough persona and those secretive blue eyes is a man not too many people get to see. Everyone has a persona nowadays -- a front they put up to hide those inner personalities. Some persona's, like Tripp's, don't compliment them at all. They're a distorted facade adapted to fit their surroundings and to survive in this growing world of terror. To the best of his ability, Tripp tries to act tough all the time. Now, don't get me wrong, he is tough and he'd likely win in a fight, but there's a deeper meaning to him. He believes, that unless you're a complete sociopath, there's something loving within you, and no matter how much you deny it -- the truth will come out, and one day someone or something will ignite that. For instance, with Tripp, his friends and family make him loosen up.
Buzzing somewhere in the depths of his pocket, Tripp's phone was desperately trying to grab his attention and get him in contact with Stella de Beau. He quickly fished out his phone and eyed the screen carefully, pondering any possibilities of hooking up with Stella. She wanted Tripp to meet her in the library, specifically after it got dark. Most of their secret hookups took place at night, so it wasn't surprising in the slightest. The boy smiled excitedly at the thought, suddenly picturing Stella in some sexy librarian getup. It was only a fantasy, of course. But a boy can dream! Still grinning his cocky grin, he peered out through his dorm window and realized that it was already starting to get dark. Might as well get there a little early. Grabbing a jacket for protection against the crisp breeze, Tripp ventured outside into the real world. It was eerily quiet on the school campus, and on several occasions, Tripp seriously believed that someone was following him. Of course, it was just his mind playing games on him, but it still freaked him out every-time. It took longer then he had expected to arrive at the library -- since he didn't visit the building often -- but he arrived there, nonetheless. With a content sigh and a lick of his lips, he ventured inside the abandoned library.
Tripp could barely see his own hands due to the dark lighting. It was pitch black in the library, but he pressed onwards. He walked towards the back of the library and waited, listening for any sounds and looking for any signs of movement. It was in this moment that Tripp was suddenly yanked into the library office by his shirt. He tripped clumsily at first, still stunned by the sudden attack until he saw a head of blonde hair, and a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Stella. He grinned widely as he saw her, unable to contain his excitement as she wrapped her arms around his neck. God, she was sexy. And she wasn't even wearing a slutty librarian getup! Chuckling softly as she locked the office door, Tripp wrapped his muscular arms around her petite waist and pulled her in, the smell of her hair nearly dizzying him. "We really should stop meeting like this," he chuckled playfully. His body was quivering uncontrollably, the touch of her fingertips sending electric charges through his veins. The sound of her voice made his knees weak, and as her lips grazed his, Tripp's grip on her waist tightened. He pulled her closer towards his chest, and when her lips grazed his, Tripp just about lost it. He wanted so badly to just pick her up and slam her against a wall, kissing every inch of her body while doing so. But he was able to reel himself in, fortunately. He wanted to wait just a little bit longer.
Behind that rough persona and those secretive blue eyes is a man not too many people get to see. Everyone has a persona nowadays -- a front they put up to hide those inner personalities. Some persona's, like Tripp's, don't compliment them at all. They're a distorted facade adapted to fit their surroundings and to survive in this growing world of terror. To the best of his ability, Tripp tries to act tough all the time. Now, don't get me wrong, he is tough and he'd likely win in a fight, but there's a deeper meaning to him. He believes, that unless you're a complete sociopath, there's something loving within you, and no matter how much you deny it -- the truth will come out, and one day someone or something will ignite that. For instance, with Tripp, his friends and family make him loosen up.
Buzzing somewhere in the depths of his pocket, Tripp's phone was desperately trying to grab his attention and get him in contact with Stella de Beau. He quickly fished out his phone and eyed the screen carefully, pondering any possibilities of hooking up with Stella. She wanted Tripp to meet her in the library, specifically after it got dark. Most of their secret hookups took place at night, so it wasn't surprising in the slightest. The boy smiled excitedly at the thought, suddenly picturing Stella in some sexy librarian getup. It was only a fantasy, of course. But a boy can dream! Still grinning his cocky grin, he peered out through his dorm window and realized that it was already starting to get dark. Might as well get there a little early. Grabbing a jacket for protection against the crisp breeze, Tripp ventured outside into the real world. It was eerily quiet on the school campus, and on several occasions, Tripp seriously believed that someone was following him. Of course, it was just his mind playing games on him, but it still freaked him out every-time. It took longer then he had expected to arrive at the library -- since he didn't visit the building often -- but he arrived there, nonetheless. With a content sigh and a lick of his lips, he ventured inside the abandoned library.
Tripp could barely see his own hands due to the dark lighting. It was pitch black in the library, but he pressed onwards. He walked towards the back of the library and waited, listening for any sounds and looking for any signs of movement. It was in this moment that Tripp was suddenly yanked into the library office by his shirt. He tripped clumsily at first, still stunned by the sudden attack until he saw a head of blonde hair, and a pair of dazzling blue eyes. Stella. He grinned widely as he saw her, unable to contain his excitement as she wrapped her arms around his neck. God, she was sexy. And she wasn't even wearing a slutty librarian getup! Chuckling softly as she locked the office door, Tripp wrapped his muscular arms around her petite waist and pulled her in, the smell of her hair nearly dizzying him. "We really should stop meeting like this," he chuckled playfully. His body was quivering uncontrollably, the touch of her fingertips sending electric charges through his veins. The sound of her voice made his knees weak, and as her lips grazed his, Tripp's grip on her waist tightened. He pulled her closer towards his chest, and when her lips grazed his, Tripp just about lost it. He wanted so badly to just pick her up and slam her against a wall, kissing every inch of her body while doing so. But he was able to reel himself in, fortunately. He wanted to wait just a little bit longer.
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