Post by Blair Wright on Dec 24, 2008 20:02:01 GMT -6
TIFFANY BLAIR WRIGHT !
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[/font]CAUSE YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD[/color][/font]
hey there ! my name is rama, and yeah, i'm a girl. i know, crazy right ?! anyway, i've been gracing you with my presence for nearly thirteen years, and i love this place; thanks to myself for leading me here. you can also find me at ramallamaduck on AIM, or through coming soon. let's let the fun begin[/font]
YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO[/color][/font]
well, my full name is tiffany blair wright, but i like to be called blair. my full name means appearance of God; probably because of some voodoo shit. i'm seventeen years old, yeah; i'm barely legal - 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 december fifth, wanna throw me a party ?! i knew it[/font]
YOU'RE IN AND YOU'RE OUT[/color][/font]
i'm damn good looking, wouldn't you say? i've been told that i look like taylor swift, but everyone knows i'm way sexier. don't even lie ! what, you didn't think that picture was flattering? well i have blonde hair; sort of like waves. and my eyes - they're two pools of blue; you could say they're gorgeous. at least, that's what i've been told. i'm such a beast, almost six feet, can you believe it? yeah, i take after my dad. and not that it's any of your business, but i weigh 105 pounds, and have a thin body type. i know, i know; i should make an exercise video. i stay this way by eating whatever and then running it off, it's a lot harder than it sounds. you can usually find me wearing dresses and cowboy boots, though i'm notorious for crazier things. oh trust me bby, you ain't seen nothing yet[/font]
YOU'RE UP AND YOU'RE DOWN[/color][/font]
jeez ! some people just piss me off. it's like they don't get that i like money, cars, clothing, boys, parties, water, and any fun things, and hate spiders, small spaces, the dark, wooded areas, snow, cold, and liars ! 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, chewing really loud and talking with your mouth open are just grotesque, don't you think? i'll admit i have some bad habits of my own, though; namely chewing on my finger nails, and my quirks include the fact that i refuse to wear skirts when it's cold out. but i swear i'm a really fun, bubbly, pregnant dogy, loving, and dramatic person. i have some weaknesses, which besides chocolate are forgiveness, prudence, and gratitude. but i have great points too - creativity, curiosity, and open-mindedness. 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'm secretly planning to take over the school oh i feel so much better now
BITCHY- What else could you expect from the princess that is Blair? After spending the past eleven years of her life being passed from the Windy City to Adeline, she learned how to get what she wanted, when she wanted, and if you couldn't give it to her, it wasn't going to be pretty. If you piss her off, be prepared to have your head ripped off and fed to the poor that hang around outside all the expensive restaurants hoping some charitable person will hand them some left overs.
BUBBLY- Blair's a very out going girl. She hates to be home on Friday nights, and she loves being the center of attention. She pulls people in with her mellow energy, but once you get past that, if you can survive the pain in the ass that she is, you'll love her. If not, then she's more than likely to make your life a living hell. Her infectious happiness is catchy, and she hates when her friends are sad.
LOVING- So when she's not being a pregnant dog she can be a huge sweet heart. She loves to make people smile and know that she brightened their day. She cares deeply for a small group of close friends and family, and she doesn't love easily. If someone she trusts betrays that trust, she often has breakdowns and has been treated for depression a few times in the past.
DRAMATIC- She's got to keep everyone on their toes! She tends to blow things way out of proportion and is quite the story teller. This also goes along with her mad lying and manipulation skills. The girl's got eyes on the back of her head and her mind is quit to spit out the most amazing version of the most recent trip to CVS to buy tampons imaginable. It's a talent, really.[/font]
YOU'RE WRONG WHEN IT'S RIGHT[/color][/font]
i was born and raised in Adeline. i've had a crazy life, but i'm alright. my biological parents are Raleigh and Dillion, and the people who raiesd me are the same - Raleigh and Dillion. i have some rascal flats too, my sibling: Nathaniel. i also have a great little pet, none. 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 when i got my first guitar; i know, i almost cried i was so thrilled. but then there's the worst - jeez i hate thinking about it. when my dog died. sigh, i've had a hard knock life.
The Beginning.
Raleigh and Dillion Snow were best friends. They were attached at the hip from the time they were seven or eight, all the way until Dillion cheated on Raleigh with his secretary. Raleigh and Dillion were close friends all the way until high school. During freshman year, Dillion had asked her out on a date, and the two had been dating since. They broke up and got back together at least thirty times during high school, and they fought quite a bit... A lot actually, but they loved one another so they dealt with it. When they got married at twenty-two, they were pretty happy and soon after they found out they were expecting a twins.
Early Years.
Blair was definitely privileged from day one along with her brother Nathaniel. When she was born, the Adeline natives she had as parents had her room decked completely out. It was baby heaven. No lie. She grew a little faster than average, and she loved to observe and fiddle with things. Her brain was always on over drive. When she was around two, her father was home for the day and was messing around with a guitar. That was when Blair decided she loved music. The sounds it made thrilled Kayden, and she loved to run her little fingers on the strings and giggle when the noise happened. Her parents, amused, started playing music for her, it started off with rock, and then moved solely into country. The more she listened, the more she loved it.
Preteens.
Blair played her guitar all the time and she went to concerts almost every night she could. She also got really into fashion. She started modeling some and even took some acting classes. She thought for sure by the time she was in high school she'd have the world wrapped around her teeny little finger. But only time would tell that, so she continued to work hard as she was in middle school and up. Blair's goal was to be queen.
Teens.
Since Blair had lived in Adeline her whole life (except for the times spent visiting her father in Chicago), she knew everything there was to know about everyone who'd been there more than five minuets. She was the partier by all standards. She loved to drink and she loved to hook up. Of course, she pretty much rules everyone for now at least. [/font]
IT'S BLACK AND IT'S WHITE[/color][/font]
so i've been role playing for two 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.
"I will, will I?" he asked, his own tone curious and sarcastic all at once. He wasn't one for commitments, but he could tell that he was killing Alaska, and at least she was nice enough to offer him a chance to see her in the dress outside the store. Or maybe, see her outside the dress? You never know with the girls now a days. They're so unpredictable. But Niles loved the surprises in life, especially when they involved less clothes than had been started off with. She ran her fingers across his shoulder, and he felt a slight chill at her touch. So many years of this kind of stuff, and he still never got over the giddy feeling he got when a girl touched him, her limbs so light they were barely there. It got him each and every time. But before he could attempt to make some sort of move, she turned and went back into the room.
Niles sighed, telling himself it was okay. He felt slightly rejected, but that was to be expected. He took things very personally. When she reappeared, he welcomed her with a slight smile, one that said 'I know something you don't know' even though he really wasn't thinking anything at all. Clever little bastard. She grabbed his arm and he felt like every nerve in his body was a live wire. He watched her as she wrote, his smile widening at the glasses she wore. They were silly for some reason to him, and they gave him the vibe that she definitely could have some fun. "Mmk," he grunted in response to her weekend freedom. He was sure to be hitting up some party, which he normally finished off with getting completely smashed and then sleeping with shayne, but hey, he could make exceptions.
He watched her walk to the check out, and he crossed his guitar-muscled arms, looking onward curiously. She said a simple bye and headed out the door, and he attempted to figure out exactly how old she was. He guesstimated her at a sophomore tops. Wow. He was into the younger girls because they were so much easier to talk into doing new things than the older girls. The ones who thought they new exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it done. But then the younger ones were the followers, not the leaders. That was what he loved. Someone to trust him enough to know that he wouldn't do something that they'd later regret (anything past the idea of the drunken hook-up, anyway). He always made them worth remembering. As she walked out the door, he followed out, figuring she was going to head out to the parking lots, judging by the look of agitation on what he assumed to be her father's face.
That taken, he went the other way, and took off running for the service hall that lead out to the parking lot, running full speed. His Jag was parked right outside the mall, a couple rows from the exit that he prayed she'd come out of. He started it, racing the clock, and pulled up so he was in the drop off area right in front of where the shoppers would get spit out at. He turned off the engine, and slid so that he was sitting on the hood of the automobile, his white, girly sunglasses shielding his eyes as he laid on the hood and windshield. The sunglasses were a gift from a friend as a joke, and he enjoyed wearing them because he thought it was amusing to see himself in them. His arms behind his head, eyes closed, he waited, hoping she'd so up so that he could show off. And if she didn't, he'd look like one of the regular idiots who tried to impress random people and just got laughed at.[/font][/center]
