Post by sunny on Mar 8, 2010 17:05:39 GMT -5
...Whitney Loraine Fairchild*
*Someday my prince will come...*
[/size]*Someday my prince will come...*
...basics*
name Whitney Fairchild
nickname Whit
age Seventeen
gender Female
grade Junior in high school
hometownWoodstock, Illinois
sexuality Straight
personification Snow White
...appearance*
hair color Short, straight, and black
eye color Brown
build Slender, athletic
height 5'10
clothing style Whitney dresses almost preppy like. She enjoys looking presentable and nice, but when she's at home, she does unwind and change into a comfortable T-shirt and sweatpants.
distinctive traits Whitney has very fair skin
...personal*
personality
Whitney is one of those types of people that can be a little annoying. She has a tendency to get scared of a lot of things and she often results in dealing with this fear by crying. She doesn't do well under pressure either. She is a bit of a perfectionist and has to rearrange things, like her room furniture, or flower arrangements many times before she's satisfied.
Whitney is sociable and she enjoys having many friends. She's a little shy at first, but when she feels comfortable, she blossoms and opens up. She tries not to judge, but who can do that? She enjoys being around animals or sitting out in the sun and picking flowers and sometimes talks to the animals as if they can speak back to her.
Whitney is also a little bit of a neat freak, okay she's a big neat freak. Whitney's home is probably one of the cleanest you will ever step in because she hates when things are messy and dirty. She's a slight Germophobe and she's always urging people to wash their hands and faces, to clean up, before they go anywhere or if she has them over for dinner. She's always carrying around tissue so she can blow her nose instead of wiping it on her sleeve and portable bottle of hand sanitizer.
past
It was a beautiful spring morning when Jane Fairchild started having contractions. As usual, she'd been out in her garden, picking an assortment of flowers to put in the vase in the kitchen. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the bees were humming, and she wasn't due for another week. Things seemed perfect, right? Wrong. Jane and her husband, Harry, raced off to the nearest hospital, calling family and friends, and eight hours later, just when the sun was at its highest, Jane had a beautiful baby girl.
Whitney's early childhood consisted of growing up in a loving and caring home where her mother cherished her beyong relief. Her father was a king and gentle man, teaching his daughter everything he knew with the hopes she'd actually listen to it one day. Her mother spent hours reading fairytales to her and sang a soft lullaby before she went to sleep. They spent as much time outside and in the garden as possible, and Jane introduced her daughter to the love for animals. However, things would soon take a turn for the worse.
It was on the eve of Whitney's sixteenth birthday when her mother found the lump on her chest. Whitney had eavesdropped after her mother's frantic cry for her father had woken her up. She'd been dozing off from the lack of homework and at first, she'd thought she'd heard her mother's words wrong. Nope. She was right, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer the following afternoon. However, not wanting to spoil Whitney's birthday, her mother put her own life aside and through a tremendous party.
Her mother suffered through chemo treatments and anything else that the doctors thought could help her. Nothing seemed to be working against this aggressive cancer and soon, Jane's hopes were dwindling. Whitney and her father were giving up more and more of their time to help her, but she kept fading...and fast. Finally, after three years of life and treatments, Jane Fairchild passed away two weeks after Christmas. Her mother's death began to affect every aspect of Whitney and her father's lives. Whitney could barely get into her mother's garden for the first year and she still has difficulty looking at the flowers.
present
Whitney is slowly beginning to move on, or that's what her friends and family believe. She had attended meetings with a psychiatrist, but she's been skipping them now. She's trying to get back into the swing of things and has started to focus on fixing up her grades. She's hoping to try and get back into her love for animals, but wants to keep her eyes open for other options.
She puts on a happy face for those around her, but inside she is suffering. She has to do many of the chores at home because of her father's depression. She still has trouble going into her mother's garden and although she's been taking care of it, she refuses to pick any flowers because of her mother's death. Although she doesn't realize it, Whitney has a pretty singing voice and she's often caught humming or softly singing.
family Harold Fairchild (Lawyer); Jane Fairchild (Deceased)(Was a vet)
likes
Daisies
Pumpkin Pie
Romance Movies and Books
Singing
Swimming
dislikes
Horror movies
Germs
Messy rooms or anything for that matter
Thunder storms
Sticky things
other notes Whitney loves winter, it's her favorite season
...literature*
book title Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
backstory Snow White was unfortunately unable to help choose whom her father married. After her wicked step-mother came into her live, things drastically changed for the girl. She was forced to wear servant's attire and do all the chores, under the Queen's hostile eye. It wasn't until one morning when she met her prince that things changed. He was from another kingdom, she was sure she'd never seen him before.
However, on that same morning, devastation had befallen the Queen. She'd asked the mirror who was the fairest of them all, and expecting the reply that she still was, the mirror told her Snow White had taken first place. Angered and jealous, the Queen ordered for Snow White to be killed. The assassin, however, could not do it and he told her to run and never come back.
She did and she ended up finding a tiny house and was swept into the lives of seven dwarves. She quickly sunk into their hearts and when she was poisoned with an apple by the Queen, they came to her defense. While they were in mourning, her prince showed up, kissed her lips, and she woke! He mounted her aboard his horse, she wished her friends farewell, and they lived happily ever after.
...roleplayer*
name Sunny
age Hmm...
gender Female
rp experience I've been on neopets for many years.
how you found ouac From STS
rp sample
The images from her dream faded when the alarm from her phone buzzed beneath her. Groaning in slight irritation, at losing the romantic looks of her prince in the dream, and because she knew it was time for her chores, Whitney rumaged for the annoying object. She could feel its vibration near her feet and she frowned. "How did you get all the way down there?" The question was useless because she was alone in her brightening room.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Whitney successfully pulled the phone from the bottom of her bed and sat up, turning the alarm off as quickly as she could. She set it on her bedside table and let herself fall back into the mountains of pillows behind her. She laid there for a few more minutes, closing her eyes and willing the dream to return back to her. The guy had been extremely handsome, but that was all she knew. She growled, unable to remember the exact details of his features.
Lost in her thoughts, Whitney nearly jumped out of her pajamas when the familiar screech shrieked its way up her ear canal. Groaning a second time, she slipped out of her covers, and stumbled over to the bird cage in the corner of her room. She pulled the towel back, smiling as Tweetie's eyes blinked back. "Good morning, Tweetie!" The parakeet chirped a greeting of its own as lifted the towl off and pulled her drapes away from the window, welcoming the sun into her room with outstretched arms.
She stepped out onto the balcony, leaving the door behind her ajar so that her bird could enjoy the warm summer air. It promised to be a nice morning, the sun was shining and the sky was a beautiful blue. There wasn't a cloud in sight and the morning chorus of birds was already starting up. A bee hummed by her ear and then dived over the balcony and into her mother's garden below. The warm smile faded off her face as she looked down among the daisies and tulips and a variety of others. Today would've been one of those days that she and her mother would be outside gardening. However, Whitney had other chores to do first and when she smelled the fresh coffee brewing, she knew it was time.
Reluctantly stepping off her balcony, she crossed her bedroom, and sent a longing look out her window before she stepped into the hall.
