Post by arabella faith wakeman on May 26, 2009 21:36:16 GMT -5
ARABELLA FAITH WAKEMAN
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"THIS IS WHAT THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE SAYS. THE BASICS, OF COURSE."
FULL NAME.Arabella Faith Wakeman
NICKNAMES.Bella, Bellz
AGE. 14
DATE OF BIRTH.July 5, 1993
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. straight
MEMBER GROUP. freshman girls
CANON OR ORIGNAL. canon
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"I'M SEXY, I'M CUTE. THE APPEARANCE IS EVERYTHING."
HEIGHT. 5'3"
WEIGHT. 100 lbs
BODY TYPE. petite
HAIR COLOR. blond
EYE COLOR. blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. the scars on her arms
PLAY BY. taylor momsen
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"SOME SAY IT'S WHAT'S ON THE INSIDE, COUNTS."
LIKES.
`chocolate
`butterflies
`daisies
`being around people
`music
`dancing
`oatmeal
`star-gazing
`old movies
DISLIKES.
`being at clairbourn
`dogs
`medicine
`herself
`lies
`being alone
STRENGTHS.
`voicing her opinion
`loyal friend
`seeing the good in people
`outgoing
WEAKNESSES.
`very dependent
`not physically strong
`naive
`boys
HABITS/QUIRKS.
`cutting herself
`thinking out loud
`biting her nails
`picking at scabs
FEARS.
`dying strangely enough
`losing the people she loves
`disappointing her mother
`being bitten by a dog
`spiders
SECRETS.
`she's not a virgin
`her ex cheated on her
FULL PERSONALITY.
At first glance Bellz seems like every other happy teenage girl. All smiles and giggles. She is very good at acting like nothing's wrong. If you ask her how she is, she'll always answer fine. Even if a recent cut just stopped bleeding. Bella can go from 0-60 in 3 seconds flat. Well only if she has too. Which is anytime she has to be around people
It's only when she's only will she let herself cry. That's when Bellz lets herself feel the pain. The pain of not ever being good enough. Not being good enough for her mom, not being good enough for Brian. Sometimes the pain becomes too much and she can only come up with one way to get rid of it. She takes the nearest sharp object and cuts herself. Not to kill just to stop the overwhelming pain.[/COLOR][/FONT]
"HISTORY STARTS NOW, OR WHEN I WAS BORN."
PARENTS.
Cassandra--Society Wife, 45
Ray--CEO of Wakeman productions, 49
SIBLINGS. none
BIRTHPLACE. Los Angles, California
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. ex-brian middleton
CHILDREN. none
PETS. none
FULL HISTORY.
Arabella Faith Wakeman was born to a very rich Los Angeles family. Her mother was a former model, her dad a plastic surgeon. Of course her ditz of a mother was over-joyed to have a little girl to dress up. Bellz childhood was filled with just that. Shopping trips and mini-fashion shows for her and her mom. Those were the few years she and her mother were actually close and happy. Everything changed when middle school came around.
That's when puberty hit and Bellz started to get her gangly little her body. Her mom would always say these snide little things that were hidden by compliments and sweet voices. Bellz best friend, Persia, always told her to just ignore it. Back then Persia was able to take the pain away. That was when just a talk and a girl's night in was enough to cheer her up.
Unfortunately high school really changed things. Sure, Bellz was getting more independent, at least fashion wise. But her mothers comments only got worse and were echoed in the comments of the queen bee's at her school. Not exactly what a fourteen-year-old needs. She was getting more and more depressed each day. Luckily she survived, but barely.
That summer was the typical trip to The Hamptons. Just like the Wakeman family took every year. There Bellz met Brian, and it was like love at first sight. Or at least it was too her. She was crazy about him, and he at least acted like he was crazy about her. But his love was all lies and deception. While he was dating Bellz he was also dating another girl. Bellz remained blissfully ignorant.
She continued to happily date Brian. Things moved fast from first kiss, to second base, and then...well I'm sure you can guess what happened. That was the summer Bellz "became a woman." She hadn't really been ready, and was left with an empty sort of feeling. Then when she finally found out about his other girlfriend Bellz finally broke.
Not even saying anything she just went home and cried until she couldn't anymore. Then she took a letter-opener and drew a line across her right arm. For some reason Bellz actually felt better after that. So that fall, she had a new, and kinda unhealthy way to cope. Every time the pain got the best of her, she knew what to do. It was pretty easy to hide.
All she had to do was make sure she had long-sleeves on a lot. Sure people thought she was weird for that. They were in So-Cal, but it was better than people seeing her scars. She did a pretty good job at it too. Not even her bestie, Persia, knew what she was really. That was until her mom walked in on her changing and saw all the cuts.
So, being the good mother that she was sent Bellz off to the Marshall Institute. It was more a fact that it was very far away then anything else. Naturally everyone believes she's just at boarding school. Best way to avoid a scandal. Bellz believes she may be the most sane person here. And she resents her mother for sending her here.
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"IT'S TIME TO MEET THE PUPPETEER."
YOUR NAME. Kitty
YOUR AGE. 16
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. 5
CONTACT INFO. pms please.
MEMBER TITLE. lonely girl
ANYTHING ELSE. nope
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Persia didn't really know why she was going to a nightclub. It just seemed like something she should do. Besides she heard that they hardly ever card people. Not that she wanted to get smashed but maybe just a little something. Okay so part of it was that she just got a bitchy email from her step-mom. The email basically commanded Persia, to be a good little girl. Which by her step-mom's standards meant doing absolutely nothing that she saw as wrong. That was of course a very very long list. So, today Persia decided to go way out of the opposite end of her step-mom's commands. She was gonna go to a nightclub. Now she just had to figure what to wear. What did one wear to a nightclub anyways?, she thought to herself. Finally Persia decided on a cream and cheetah print tank, skinny jeans, and sapphire blue heels. Hopefully the height they added would make her a little less young. Although they only increased her height from 5'1” to 5'4” but it was better than nothing. Checking herself in the mirror she threw on a necklace and then moved onto makeup. Eyeliner, and eyeshadow all blue, blush, mascara, and light pink lipstick. “Perfect”, she said grabbing her phone and some money before running out the door. It was gonna be one hell of a night.
Upon reaching the nightclub, Persia didn't go right in. Not that there was much of line, she was just nervous. It was her first time in a nightclub and she didn't think to bring anyone with her. That probably would have been a good thing to do. Oh well, too late now. Maybe she would find someone she knew inside. Forks was a small town, there was a high possibility someone she knew would be there. With that revelation, Persia decided to go into the club. She had no problem getting in at all. Sighing quietly to herself she found a seat at the bar and scanned the room. It was too dark for her to make out any definite faces, but Persia was pretty sure no one she knew was in there. Finally, she gave up her search, turned back towards the bar, and ordered a soda. There was no need to start drinking yet. Her little body wasn't going to be able to take much. So the less alcohol she consumed the better. It would do no good for her to forget everything that happened this night. One's first time at a nightclub seemed like something one should remember. Even if it was a bad experience. Not to mention Persia had heard too many awful stories about girls taken advantage of in there drunkenness.
She swirled the straw around in her drink, watching the people dance. Well for some couples it wasn't really dancing, more like sex with their clothes on. Undoubtedly their clothes wouldn't stay on for that long. Persia shook her head before turning back to the bar. As soon as she did, a guy who looked a bit old to be a high school student was sitting next to her. Can I buy you a drink?, he asked with a bit of a leer. No thanks, she smiled thinly, I already got one. Persia had hoped so dearly to avoid creepy guys. It was a nightclub though, so creepy guys were a bit unavoidable. Maybe he would leave her alone now. You sure about that pretty lady?, he drawled. Okay, maybe not. Really I'm fine, she insisted not looking at him. Though she could feel him getting closer. Just when he was about to grab her hand the sprinklers went off. Shit, she muttered, jumping up as her shirt was soaked in seconds, instantly turning see-through. I should have worn a darker shirt, she thought with a frown, walking out as quickly as the mob of people would let her. Not that Persia could have possibly anticipated the sprinklers going off.
It took quite awhile before she was actually outside. By the time she was breathing fresh air, her clothes were sticking to her body, and her hair was sticking to her face. She brushed as much hair as she could out of her face, but it still stuck to her neck. Uck, she said to no one in particular. Now, Persia was left wandering around aimlessly stuck in a giant crowd of people. At least the creepy guy appeared to be long gone. Persia, for one was going to wait until the crowd dwindled before she tried to leave. Being crushed did not sound fun in the slightest. Unfortunately the crowd had another plan. People pushed around her in an effort to reach the firetrucks. She was getting knocked every which way. Being as small as she was, her attempts to stay in one place failed spectacularly. Instead she was nearly thrown from the mob that was pushing her straight into someone else. Oof, she gasped, drawing back from the person quickly. Looking up, she saw it was Gabe. Even in heels she only came up to about his chin. Oh Gabe, Persia smiled, sorry I bumped into you there.
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