Post by NOELLE ARGENT on Jun 14, 2011 14:10:29 GMT -5
...virginia felicity baker*
*i've been burnt by you before*
[/size]*i've been burnt by you before*
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...basics*
name Virginia Felicity Baker
nickname Virgin, Gin-gin
age 19
gender Female
grade college sophomore
hometown Gainesville, Florida (go gators!)
sexuality Straight
personification Babette/Fifi the Feather Duster of Beauty and Beast
status Dormant
face claim Candice Swanepoel
...appearance*
hair color Blond. The shade depends on the year-in the winter, it becomes 'dirtier', while in the summer it's very light
eye color Crystal-clear blue, very bright
build Thin, with slight curves. Not very muscular, just thin.
height 5'4
clothing style While she loves getting dressed up once in a while, Virginia prefers comfort over style
distinctive traits enjoys cleaning, rarely seen without a book, extremely flirtatious
...personal*
personality Growing up, Virginia always did her brothers' chores for them, and with pleasure. No one really understood why, but Virginia loved to scrub away all the impurities. It made her feel like she could cleanse the world. In a deeper analysis, one could say that the death of Virginia's father when she was eight had something to do with it. Maybe she was trying to rid every surface of any remembrance of her father. Virginia, of course, laughs at such psycho-babble and says that she just likes to clean.
Although not many know this, Virginia is fascinated by learning. She's a trivia expert and one of her guilty pleasures is watching Jeopardy every night. Her dream guy is one who will actually watch it with her-a provide a challenge. Virginia despises girls who try to act dumb just to get a guy. She highly values intelligence and thinks that it's important for someone to like you for you.
Virginia is extremely flirtatious. She loves to play around with guys, dragging them along, making them like her. And then...she drops them. As soon as she starts to have an inkling of any serious feelings for them, she gets scared and backs off. One day she hopes to find a guy that will actually chase after her and admit that she does have feelings for him, but for right now Virginia just plays with men like a cat plays with a mouse. Because of this, she's gained a bit a reputation for being easy/a whore, whatever, but -shocker- Virginia is a virgin.
past Virginia was born the youngest of seven children (the rest of them boys). Instantly, she had her daddy wrapped around her pretty little finger. Her first few years went off without a bang. Virginia didn't have anything to worry about-her brothers hadn't begun the normal sibling tormenting yet, and she was a happy little baby.
At the age of six, Virginia's dad was driving her to the nearest lake to go fishing. He lost control of the wheel and they got into a severe car accident, Virginia almost dying. She was in the hospital for several months, she even had to spend her seventh birthday stuck in a hospital bed. Survivors guilt took a toll on Mr. Baker, and he became an alcoholic. After she got out of the hospital, Virginia found out that her mother had kicked him out of the house due to his heavy drinking. She only got to visit her father three times, and right after she turned eight, her father was found dead of multiple stab wounds. No one figured out why.
After a few years, Virginia made a recovery. Now at the age of fourteen, Virginia discovered high school and boyfriends. Throughout middle school, she had been a bit of an awkward nerd--she always wore glasses, her hair had yet to be tamed, and she lived in tshirts and jeans. Desperate to fit in, Virginia went to her mother for advice. Mrs. Baker taught her daughter about makeup, how to style her hair, and the art of dressing herself. Virginia received so much attention from older boys at her school, and she didn't know what to do, until Kyle Koch came along. He was a senior, and Virginia instantly agreed to go out on a date with him. After a few months, Kyle demanded that they had sex. He told her that /everyone/ did it in high school. Virginia refused, and Kyle broke up with her. A few days later Virginia found out that he was part of a pact to 'pop a freshman's cherry'. She was devastated. Thinking it was the new looks fault, she slipped back into the comfort over style mentality, but kept applying a small amount of makeup here and there.
The rest of high school was uneventful, except for when Virginia broke her arm tripping up the stairs.
present
Virginia's secret desire is to become an OB/GYN. She loves the idea of bringing new life into the world, and hey, it doesn't bug her. Anyone who asked if she would be able to get over the 'gross factor', Virginia always replied with "Once you've seen one, you've seen 'em all. Unless they have some weird herpes or shit." Touche. With her desire, stellar SAT scores, and a scholarship, Virginia up and moved so that she could attend Barrie University.
Her freshman year of college was frightening. Sure, she could keep up relatively well with the classes, but Virginia wasn't the greatest at making new friends. Being in such a new environment, alone, terrified her. Once again, Virginia began to mess around with the local college guys. Her reputation as a 'hoe' began to grow, and Virginia didn't really care. At least she /had/ a reputation, Virginia reckoned.
Now Virginia just goes through the motions of college life; the occasional party, cramming last minute for tests, and, of course, watching Jeopardy every single night.
family
Dan Baker, father, dead
Melissa Schumaker-Baker, mother, 56
Dale Baker, brother, 36
Wyatt Baker, brother, 34
Cameron Baker, brother, 34
Adam Baker, brother, 30
Nate Baker, brother, 25
Garrett Baker, brother, 22
likes
Jeopardy, Coca-Cola, helping others, reading, learning, cleaning, taking care of others, messing with guys, laughing, corny jokes, singing (even though she's awful at it), dancing (awful at this, too)
dislikes
Fake people, gym-tool guys, messy things, UNICEF commercials (they make her want to cry), people who pretend to be stupid, contact sports (participating-she's clumsy and often gets hurt. she likes to watch them), seafood.
other notes Can't watch infomercials or she'll run up her credit card on useless junk.
...literature*
book title Beauty and the Beast
backstory
Babette, Fifi, the Feather Duster. One character, but multiple names. Let's use Babette. A minor character, Babette was the girlfriend of Lumiere and she spent time cleaning the Beast's home. Babette is very flirtatious. Unfortunately, Babette doesn't have a pivotal or character-altering role in her story.
...roleplayer*
name Sullivan, but everyone calls me Sully
age 17
gender Girl
rp experience I've rped for like six years, starting on neopets and then moving to boards. I took a break for about a year, but now I'm back c:
how you found ouac Neopets
rp sample
(So I don't have /any/ samples still saved on my computer from rping. I do, however, have some freelance writing saved on here and thought I'd put that, even though it's in first person. If you want a 3rd person sample, I can whip one up :3)
“Charlotte? Where the hell are you?” I threw Charlotte’s empty sheets to the floor in frustration, glancing at her unlocked window. I considered for a moment locking it, but then decided not to. That’s how almost every morning was. Never once had I actually locked her window, even though I always swore that next time I would. But I couldn't, and I still can’t. Charlotte’s my sister, like it or not, and since my mom won’t be, I have to be responsible for her.
Scooping all of her dirty clothes off of her littered floor, I gave the window one more glance before throwing her clothes down the chute into the laundry room in the basement. Honestly, what was so hard about doing that? My lower lip trembling, I moved downstairs into the kitchen and began to prepare omelets. Why did both Charlotte and my mother have to run off every night and do God knows what? I glanced at the clock, lost in my thoughts. Eight O’clock. So the door would open in three, two, one.
Right at that moment, the front door swung open and I heard my mother stagger into the wall, and raspy groan escaping her throat. “Cameron? Little Ron-Ron? Is that you in there?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but after years of this I could quote what she was saying before she said it.
“Yes mom, it’s me. Do you need help?” I sighed, setting the mixture of eggs and cheese down on the counter and walking into the hallway. There she was, hair disheveled, a tired look on her face. Huh, no vomit this time.
“Ron-Ron, please come here and help me to the couch. Oh, and get me a blanket.” She sat down where she was, her face falling between her knees. Rolling my eyes at her drunken use of my old childhood nickname of ‘Ron-Ron’ (Charlotte had always insisted on calling me that as soon as she could talk, and now the only person who called me that was my boyfriend), I made my way to where she was and lifted her up easily. She felt like she was made of sticks and a bag of skin.
After I had tucked her in the couch, I resumed the making of our breakfast. I had my timing down to a science. I would wake up, take a shower, fruitlessly search for Charlotte, prepare everything to be cooked, help my mom to the couch, and then cook everything. Somehow, Charlotte always made it up into her window and into the kitchen right as I was setting the table. She no longer tried to make it look as though she had just woken up, by now she knew that I knew she always snuck out.
Right on time, Charlotte trotted down the stairs and sat in her spot at the table. “Omelets, huh? Sounds great, but can I get some orange juice? My mouth is dry as hell.” Charlotte scowled, sticking a finger into her mouth and rubbing the roof of her mouth. Rolling my eyes, I complied and brought her a large glass filled with orange juice. My little rebellion against her, the way I tried to admonish her for sneaking out, was that it was the pulpy orange juice, the kind she didn't like. Wow I’m such a flake.
“So where did you go this time?” I questioned, setting the omelet filled platter in the center of the table.
Charlotte took a moment to answer, taking her time by slowly grabbing at an omelet and taking a bite of it. Probably considering what she should and shouldn't tell me.
“Well,” she said, dragging it out. “I went to a party out in the woods. You remember that old cabin that we would play in when we were little? That’s where it was. There were a bunch of people there, of course, and I drank some. I would have been home a lot later ‘cus some guy, I think his name was Jeremy, offered to take me to his place so we could have, you know, more fun. Anyways, I saw pot in the back of his car and ran before he could do anything. So it took me a while to get back here ‘cus I ran the whole way.” Charlotte gave a little nod at the end of her speech, as if confirming that what she had said was pure fact.
“At least you admitted to the drinking this time.” I muttered, stabbing at my breakfast. I didn’t get why we had to be so different. I made it so easy for her to be one of the best at school, to take the nice and easy paved road filled with sunshine and rainbows and happiness. But no, she had to take the dark path littered with drugs, alcohol, and used condoms. So now I was the good sister, the cheerleader who had it all. The jock boyfriend, the good grades, and the whore of a sister. Ugh I hate using that word, but really, I can’t find another word to describe most of her actions.
Charlotte started mumbling incoherent cuss words as she made a big show out of putting another omelet on her plate and stalking up to her room, slamming the door. Great.
“CHARLOTTE? IS THAT YOU? GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!” My mom screamed from the couch, woken up by the crack of a door being shut too swiftly.
“Shut the hell up, Mom! Go back to sleep or the freaking street corner, I don’t care which, just leave me the hell alone!” Charlotte shouted back, cranking up her ‘screamo’ music to signal that she didn’t want to talk anymore.
