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Post by || Squid || on Dec 16, 2008 19:49:33 GMT -5
Xx.. Full Name ..xX
Ashley Hannah Cortez
Xx.. Nickname ..xX
Tez or Ash
Xx.. Age ..xX
18
Xx.. Gender..xX
Female
Xx.. Orientation ..xX
Straight
Xx.. Local or Newcomer ..xX
Newcomer
Xx.. Height ..xX
Average
Xx.. Build ..xX
Ash has quite light skin - not pale, but not tanned. When she tries to tan it, it turns pink instead of brown. She has a few light freckles, but not many. Her hair is naturally red but she dyes it all different shades, from light orange to maroon. Her eyes are quite interesting, with dark green rings around the outside, amber in the middle and brown around her pupils. Her nose is rounded at the end and slightly turned up.
Ash is on the small side, and quite skinny. She doesn't diet to stay like that, though - she eats whatever she feels like, and constantly snacks during the day. She wishes she could put on a bit of weight so she could fill out her clothes a bit better, but she's happy as she is. She has a good sense of fashion, but values comfort more than anything on normal days. She has a sort of rocker-chick style. Make-up isn't her favourite thing - at least, normal make-up isn't. She loves wearing crazy eyeshadow and eyeliner.
Xx.. Eye Colour ..xX
Blue
Xx.. Skin Tone ..xX
Not pale, not tanned
Xx.. Hair Colour ..xX
Red
Xx.. Hair Length ..xX
Xx.. Tattoos ..xX
None
Xx.. Piercing’s ..xX
None
Xx.. Attitude ..xX
To Ash, life is one big game. A game with only one rule - have as much fun as physically possible. She has almost no capacity for embarrassment or regret, and lives only to enjoy herself. Never looking back, she lives life to the full. She isn't self-centred, but she loves being the centre of attention. If you become her friend, she's loyal, trustworthy and will stick up for you no matter what, although she can be slightly insensitive sometimes. If you get on her bad side, however, she will risk anything to get revenge. Creative and unusual revenge.
When she has some alone time, she likes to sit in a quiet room with her beloved acoustic guitar and notepad and write songs. She isn't bad at all at it, but in her opinion they're all crap. She won't let anyone but her best friends read them until she's convinced they're at least slightly readable. She's quite creative, and loves making things up in her head. Poetry, though, is a different story. She just can't see the point of it, and she can't write a decent poem to save her life. She can't draw very well either, but she likes the other aspects of art. She's very clever and picks things up quickly, but it takes a lot to keep her attention if she isn't interested.
Xx. .Likes ..xX
breaking the rules, having fun, daydreaming
Xx.. Dislikes ..xX
Being bored, having to be patient, getting a sore throat or a cold, being caught or punished.
Xx.. Fears ..xX
Sharp or Pointy things
Xx.. Strengths ..xX
Singing, writing music, riding horses
Xx.. Weaknesses ..xX
Loses her temper easily, really bad at poetry, finds it hard to keep her focus in class unless she's really interested, can't draw very well.
Xx.. History ..xX
Ashley was born in London, where her parents both worked as respected lawyers. She was the middle child of three children. Ever since a very young age, she responded well to music and often hummed and sang around the house. When she was five, her parents signed her up for singing lessons and her voice developed rapidly. She started school the same year. Her teachers gave very mixed reports - some said she was a disruptive student with a very limited attention span, others said she was talented and a star pupil. The ones that got the best out of her were the teachers of subjects she enjoyed, and the ones that hated her taught her least favourite subjects. But every one of them had to admit that she was very smart, if she paid attention.
She breezed easily through grades one to six, picking up enough to ace almost all the tests. She became just as close to boys as she was to girls, and enjoyed running around and going crazy. She didn't care much for rules, and if she didn't think they were reasonable then she broke them without a second thought. She was part of the debating squad and the basketball team, and she joined the chess club simply to disrupt and annoy them. She was thrown out in less than three weeks. Their playground enemies were another group of boys, and they had food fights and mud fights almost every day, not to mention branch-duels.
She grew up a little after that, but has never really seemed to kill the child inside her.
Xx.. Useful Skills ..xX
Singing and playing guitar, oh and debating...
Xx.. Celebrity Claim ..xXHayley Williams
Xx.. Example Post ..xX
The sun was still high in the sky when Sara walked won to the lake. The golden cloak of the sun enveloped over the school, giving everything a golden tint. It was close to Sara's favorite time of the day; dusk. The lake was no longer frozen from the winter that had past, and was getting warmer every day. It was not cold at all, one of those days where you could walk around in a bikini and still feel hot. The weather was very strange - hot, cold, storming and boiling. She couldn't wait for winter again, it was her favorite season. She enjoyed the hot summers in France, but she loved looking out her window to see a cloak of white over everything. It gave her a warm feeling inside her, exitement.
She wore a knee length orange beach dress and some orange flip flops underneath her dress she wore a white bikini. She didn't normally look very good in white, since her skin was so pale, but she had tanned a little and it looked better. She knew it wouldn't last, for the minute autumn hit she would be as white as snow. Her parents sometimes called her 'Snow White' because of her skin. She had her hair tied back in a high ponytail, which looked quite nice with her outfit.
By the time she got to the lake, the sun was slightly behind the trees. The lake, to her, was her beach. She also carried a beach bag, annd so she pulled out a towel and lay it down on the sand. She ley down, pulled out a large hat and placed it on her head, covering her eyes. She pulled out her brown sunglasses and put them on, closing her eyes.
She wasn't asleep, but she could relax for a minute before some type of sound woke her.
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