Post by arabella on Jan 2, 2009 20:46:04 GMT -6
ARABELLA ODETTE VAN DER MEER !
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hey there ! my name is dee, and yeah, i'm a girl. i know, crazy right ?! anyway, i've been gracing you with my presence for nearly 14 years, and i love this place; thanks to advertisements for leading me here. you can also find me at PM, or through no one else. let's let the fun begin[/font]
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well, my full name is Arabella Odette van der Meer, but i like to be called Ari, Bella, Bells, etc. Anything's fine, really. my full name means Arabella- beautiful; Odette- little wealthy one; van der Meer- of the lake; probably because of some voodoo nuts. i'm seventeen years old, yeah; i'm barelylegal - and a girl, thank you very much. you can find me on the original list, where it'll say i'm a senior year. oh, and i almost forgot, my birthday is on April 5th, wanna throw me a party ?! i knew it[/font]
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i'm damn good looking, wouldn't you say? i've been told that i look like Doutzen Kroes, but everyone knows i'm way sexier. don't even lie ! what, you didn't think that picture was flattering? well i have honey blonde hair; sort of like candyfloss in texture. It's quite thin, and slightly wavy. During the summer the sun bleaches it a pale blonde, and it the winter it darkens and turns a light hazelnut with natural bronze highlights. and my eyes - they're two pools of deep blue; you could say they're very expressive. at least, that's what i've been told. i'm such a beast, almost 5'10" feet, can you believe it? yeah, i take after my dad. and not that it's any of your business, but i weigh 120 lbs, and have a slim/toned body type. i know, i know; i should make an exercise video. i stay this way by relying on my superhuman metabolism; I can shovel down basically anything and not gain a pound. , it's a lot harder than it sounds. you can usually find me wearing casual clothes, unless Mother Dearest is involved, though i'm notorious for crazier things. oh trust me bby, you ain't seen nothing yet[/font]
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jeez ! some people just piss me off. it's like they don't get that i like peace and quiet, simple things, working for something, imperfections, photography, junk food, schoolwork, swimming, running, coffee, and normalcy , and hate stereotypes, fakers, users, posers, lies, alcohol, ignorance, smoking, fancy parties and soirees, and Mother's Rules ! is it really that hard to remember ?! but really, my pet peeves list could go on and on, i'll try and narrow it down so you don't fall asleep. i mean, people who judge based on looks and not personality and pretenders and users (see 'dislikes') are just grotesque, don't you think? i'll admit i have some bad habits of my own, though; namely jiggling my leg when I'm bored or nervous , and my quirks include going on long runs or swims when I'm mad, and keeping important thoughts and secrets to myself even when I shouldn't. but i swear i'm a really smart, loyal, friendly, quiet, and trustworthy person. i have some weaknesses, which besides chocolate are not trusting people easily- I have trust issues; green eyes; and when my parents tell me they love me (even if it isn't true...) . but i have great points too - I'm trustworthy, good at schoolwork, and good at being myself.. ssh, can you keep a secret ?! of course you can; i knew i could trust you. well, don't spread this on the bathroom wall, but I don't want to be a model, or a socialite, or any of that. I want to be a photographer. Also, I got sexually molested when I was fourteen. oh i feel so much better now
Due to the fact that she has grown up in her parents’ shadows, Arabella is very quiet and reserved. Unlike her parents, she doesn’t particularly enjoy being in the spotlight, or having people fuss over her. Arabella sees herself as a ‘normal girl,’ and she doesn’t want people to be intimidated of her or her family. Although she is normally quiet, Arabella is also very headstrong, and knows when to stand up for herself or someone she cares about.
Because she is shy, and isn’t overly talkative or exuberant, some people see Arabella as stuck-up. In actuality, it is exactly the opposite. Arabella is quiet around new acquaintances, and her silences, though sometimes perceived as haughtiness, are actually because she is nervous and doesn’t know what exactly to say. Break through her shell, though, and Arabella becomes talkative and witty, a great friend. She is a loyal, caring girl, just the person you'd go to for advice or for a shoulder to cry on. She takes pride in the fact that she has never betrayed anyone’s secret; she is extremely trustworthy.
When mad or provoked, Arabella is the ‘suffer-in-silence’ type. She doesn’t like to bother others with her troubles, and prefers to keep them to herself. More often than not, she will go on long runs or swims to relieve stress and tension, and take out her anger or disappointment in those sessions.
Though she is a romantic at heart, Arabella has a protective shell, and doesn’t tend to trust anyone too easily. She knows that she is considered attractive, and also knows that people might want to take advantage of her. She is still recuperating from her ‘incident’ three years ago, and shies away within herself, not willing to open herself up to the point that someone can hurt her like that again. Her wariness and unwillingness to trust also comes from the fact that she was constantly ignored by her parents, whom she trusted with all her heart, but let her down. Arabella is not one who forgives easily.
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i was born and raised in New York City, San Francisco, L.A., Paris, etc. You name it, chances are I've been there, but now live Adeline. i've had a crazy life, but i'm alright. my biological parents are Sebastian van der Meer and Marielle van der Meer (née Tipton), and the people who raiesd me are the same. i have some rascal flats too, my sibling(s): none. i also have a great little pet, a Maltese named Ellie. yeah, i know you're jealous. i got him in the freezer aisle. but seriously, my life is important. the happiest memory of my life was probably when my dad took me to visit my grandparents in Amsterdam; it was then that I felt truly loved by a mother figure; i know, i almost cried i was so thrilled. but then there's the worst - jeez i hate thinking about it. that night at the gala…. sigh, i've had a hard knock life.
Sebastian van der Meer was your average inspirational, Readers-Digest-approved success story. A middle-class working boy growing up in Amsterdam, he possessed a lively wit and cunning brain, as well as a hefty dose of charisma. Forever ambitious, he one day sold all his belongings and bought a boat ticket to New York, carrying nothing but a jacket, a thousand dollars spending money, and entrepreneurial dreams. Within a couple of years, the young and charming foreigner had created several successful companies, quickly rising to the top of the business world and taking America by storm.
At yet another social event, Sebastian managed to catch the eye of former model and New York socialite Marielle Tipton. She came from an extremely wealthy family, and grew up in the lap of luxury. Used to getting what she wanted and supremely skilled in the art of manipulation, Marielle could be charming and witty one day, a complete and utter bitch the next. Seeing a good future with Sebastian (namely money), she decided to 'reel him in.'
Of course, Sebastian immediately fell for Marielle's spell, never once seeing her true colors. The two were engaged within a year; Sebastian extremely happy and in love, Marielle pleased with her fiancé's sizable fortune. Married at the Plaza hotel in with most lavish ceremony New York had ever seen, so began their new life together.
Sebastian's work took him all over the world, and Marielle was only too happy to tag along. She was satisfied with her glamorous life, content with the way things were. It all came crashing down though, when Marielle found out she was pregnant. Although a pleasant and joyful surprise for Sebastian, who wanted nothing more than to start a family, Marielle was repulsed by the idea. She never wanted children; the idea of kids struck her as too messy and time-consuming. She bitched and grumbled and complained through her nine months, much to the disappointment of her joyful husband.
Arabella Odette van der Meer was born in the wee hours of April 5th, two weeks earlier than the doctor had guessed. The couple was taking a short vacation in Los Angeles, and upon waking in the middle of the night with labor pains, Marielle was immediately rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. The newborn baby was immediately deposited to a waiting nanny for caretaking; Marielle deigned to hold the infant except for in front of important and distinguished visitors. This was to be a pattern for the rest of Arabella's life; Marielle only played the loving mother in front of guests.
The family moved back to their New York penthouse following the birth, where Arabella spent the first few years of her life in the care of various nannies and maids while Marielle flitted across the social scene, attending various parties and clubs, galas and soirees. Constantly globe trekking for work, Sebastian tried to spend as much time as possible with his new daughter, but often couldn't find the time. Arabella couldn't remember spending time with her parents as a child, instead with nannies and maids. She particularly remembered always eagerly awaiting her parents' arrival, and being disappointed when Mommy or Daddy couldn't find time to spend with their little girl.
Sebastian was constantly uprooting his family to different locations; they owned countless estates around the globe. During the early years of her life, Arabella lived in Paris, London, Amsterdam, Singapore, Beijing, Cairo, Sydney, and much more, often staying for a few months at each location before moving again. Arabella was schooled by a private tutor, and never attended public or private schools of any kind. She grew up with few true friends or comrades, having no siblings for as her mother stated, 'one kid was enough damage to her figure.' On account of her constant movements, Arabella didn't have many friends, usually not staying in one place long enough to form a friendship with anyone, or if they did, quickly losing touch. Arabella began to befriend her various cooks and nannies, constantly offering to help with household chores, much to the horror of her mother.
The only time her mother paid attention to her was at the various balls and parties Marielle dragged her family to. Squeezing Arabella into fancy designer dresses and piling on truckloads of makeup, Marielle set out to show off her 'perfect' family. It was only in front of other guests that Marielle pretended to be the doting mother to her young daughter. At first, Arabella was thrilled with the motherly attention, but became quickly used to the façade for when they were finally alone, Marielle quickly morphed back into the cold, heartless woman that didn't give a damn about her daughter.
When Arabella was ten, Marielle took her to a modeling agency, eager to make her daughter's face known. Arabella didn't particularly want to model, but was eager for a chance to please her mother. Arabella was immediately signed, but found herself disliking the long and tedious shoots, preferring to spend time behind the camera as opposed to in front of it. Still, she gritted her teeth and stuck with it, for modeling was the one thing that would make Marielle come close to being proud of her daughter.
When she was fourteen, at yet another gala, Arabella was introduced to Bruno Mortimer, son of a wealthy businessman, and heir to a fortune that was even bigger than his ego. Bruno was notorious for being a partier and a troublemaker, but Marielle saw a good 'investment' in his money and urged her daughter to talk to him.
Arabella immediately disliked Bruno, and after a short conversation, tried to avoid him for the rest of the night. In his early twenties, Bruno was also a womanizer, and found something to like in Arabella's innocent beauty. Arabella found herself in an empty storage closet in an attempt to escape Bruno's drunken, leering glares, but alas he found her. Her threw her to the floor in his drunken daze, and proceeded to rip her dress off and started to touch her naked body. Desperately trying to call out for help, Arabella was silenced by a blow of Bruno's hand.
Knocked nearly unconscious by the blow, Arabella couldn't do anything to stop her attacker. She was found by another guest, buried and crushed under the weight of Bruno's drunken body. Apparently, he had been just about to rape her when the guest found them, accidentally mistaking the closet for a bathroom. The guest, whose identity Arabella never did find out, helped her clean up and get her dress back on. She walked back to the party in a horrified daze, the full seriousness of the event not hitting her yet.
Later, Arabella tried to tell her mother what had happened, but before she could get a full sentence out, Marielle dismissed her daughter, saying that she had 'no time for her silly stories and had much more important things to do.' Shocked and stunned by her mother's disbelief, Arabella never told another soul about what happened that night. Ever since that night, Arabella had been haunted by the image of a drunken Bruno with a leering, satanic sneer on his face. He had not gone to prison, or faced charges of any sort.
Sebastian sensed a change with his daughter, but couldn't figure out what. She was more quiet, more serious, and some of the light had left her eyes. After moving their family a dozen times, he finally decided to give his daughter a chance at normalcy, and moved the family to Adeline just before Arabella's senior year. With a promise to stay in one spot for the duration of the year, Sebastian encouraged his daughter to finally live the life she never had.
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so i've been role playing for 2 years. i know, i'm practically a veteran. i'd consider myself to be a intermediate roleplayer; i like playing girls better. whaat, you want some proof ?! well, here you go.
Katya’s muscles relaxed and unknotted as the hot water trickled down on her long frame. There was nothing like a nice hot shower to relieve stress at the end of the day, if this could even count as a shower. She signed pleasantly, the clean and somehow relaxing scent of cheap hotel shampoo calming her frazzled nerves. Taking a deep breath, the thick steam that filled the room rushed pleasantly into her lungs. She tried to hold that breath for as long as she could, enjoying the uncomfortable feeling of air deprivation.
Due to lack of money and choices, Katya and Brandon had found themselves residing in a deserted, run down motel. Old grout peeled from between ancient-looking tiles that covered the walls, piles of in converging in the corners of the room. Mold grew on the bottom of the cheap plastic shower curtain, its possibly once-vibrant hue aged to a sickly yellow. The bathtub was chipped in places, and a thick layer of soap scum covered the entire surface. The rotting ceiling above was dominated by several imposing cracks, Katya was sure that it could fall through at any minute.
The single light bulb suspended from the ceiling illuminated the dingy room, showering it with a dim yellow light. Every few minutes, the light flickered on and off, briefly enclosing Katya in darkness. A sad dribble of water emerged from the rusty showerhead, occasionally spurting a decent stream but quickly rebounding to the almost non-existent jet. It had taken roughly fifteen minutes for the water to turn from ice cold to lukewarm, finally to a scalding, boiling temperature. The temperature changed every so often, Katya often didn’t have time to react to one change before another would take place. The threadbare towels all bore mysterious splotches and stains, of which origin Katya did not care to find out.
Nevertheless, she was thankful to have a roof over her head and a bed to sleep on, even if that meant a crummy motel in the middle of nowhere. After weeks of hacking through the wilderness with a complete (albeit, HOT) stranger, surviving on nothing but scavenged foots, even the most desolate of conditions could seem like paradise.
With a final wheeze, the showerhead gurgled, emptying a downpour of lukewarm water on Katya’s head. The water once again turned frigid, and after a few seconds of waiting, it appeared evident that it was going to stay that way. Oops, she thought unapologetically. Oh well, looked like Brandon would just have to wait until the water heated up again. With a mighty tug on the heavy knob, the dripping from the showerhead ceased. Katya gingerly pulled aside the shower curtain, and dripping wet, stepped out onto the cold linoleum floor. Using the palm of her hand to wipe the fog from the grimy mirror, she carefully inspected the scar running across her midsection. Once a bright red, bleeding gash, all that remained of the unfortunate incident was a faint white spidery scar. Running her fingers over the raised edges, Katya briefly remembered the gut wrenching pain that had accompanied the wound.
Shaking her head to dispel the thought, Katya reached for the least grubby of the towels, and wrapped it around her chest and torso, tucking in the ends to create a sort-of mini dress. Leaving her wet hair dripping and loose, she exited the tiny bathroom and headed toward her knapsack. It was resting on the single bed that dominated the room, the one that she would have to share with her companion. Katya didn’t know if she should welcome or shy away from the thought; anything to do with Brandon usually had her confused these days.
She could feel his stare on her as she crossed the room, pointedly keeping her eyes on the floor. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked before, there really was not place for prudence when one was trying to survive in nature. Still keeping her eyes turned pointedly away from Brandon, she cleared her throat. “Um, I used all the hot water, so you’re going to have to wait to take a shower, unless you like freezing water.” She started to get dressed, making a mental note to do laundry; she was down to her last pair of clean underwear. The silence in the room was stifling, Katya couldn’t stand it. She prepared to speak again, desperate to get rid of the uncomfortable silence. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but isn’t it nice to have a bed to sleep on for a change?” She stayed facing away from Brandon, hoping with all her heart that he’d respond.
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