Post by madeline on Feb 20, 2009 10:50:07 GMT 10
[/size]`madeline marley reilly !!!
Curious. Feisty. Graceful.
Name: Madeline Marley Reilly.
Nickname(s): Maddie, Marley.
Major: Dance.
Age: Twenty-one.
Grade: Junior.
Birthdate: September 18th, 1987.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Location: Los Angeles, California.
`Appearance ,,
Standing pretty at five-foot-six, Maddie is more leg than torso. She's been this way for most of her life, which was why her parents decided that she would be a dancer. She doesn't have much fat on her either, at the bottom of the scale at 118 pounds, she's curvy, thin, fit...However you want to describe a thin, long-legged girl. She can get a bit self-concious at times, since it's not all that difficult to see her ribs, though it's usually only when she's performing in a rather tight outfit, such as a leotard or something.
Her skin is fair, and she has the ability to tan, though...Why tan when you can be pale? Maddie has never liked the concept of tanning, since she finds it to be unattractive if overdone, which most people have a habit of doing. Her hair is dirty blond, most of the time, though sometimes, if she scrounges up the money, she'll be totally blond. Her hair falls in loose, twirly curls to her shoulders, if not an inch more. Her eyes are a light brownish-green, or light hazel, with a black ring around the outside of the iris. She usually has her eyes outlined with eyeliner and other eye-popping makeup. Piercings and tattoos aren't really her thing, so she only has her lobes pierced.
Clothing-wise, she has an average style. She likes to dress up, and she loves to dress down even more. Her usual attire would include a pair of jeans, skinny, flare, whatever, and a t-shirt. In a more formal occasion, she'll break out her "big guns" and flaunt something pretty. And if it's a rainy day, or a lazy day, she probably won't get dressed at all, and just sit around in an over sized t-shirt and shorts. If you'd like to sort her into a specific style, you could probably mix her with preppy clothing and vintage things.
Standing pretty at five-foot-six, Maddie is more leg than torso. She's been this way for most of her life, which was why her parents decided that she would be a dancer. She doesn't have much fat on her either, at the bottom of the scale at 118 pounds, she's curvy, thin, fit...However you want to describe a thin, long-legged girl. She can get a bit self-concious at times, since it's not all that difficult to see her ribs, though it's usually only when she's performing in a rather tight outfit, such as a leotard or something.
Her skin is fair, and she has the ability to tan, though...Why tan when you can be pale? Maddie has never liked the concept of tanning, since she finds it to be unattractive if overdone, which most people have a habit of doing. Her hair is dirty blond, most of the time, though sometimes, if she scrounges up the money, she'll be totally blond. Her hair falls in loose, twirly curls to her shoulders, if not an inch more. Her eyes are a light brownish-green, or light hazel, with a black ring around the outside of the iris. She usually has her eyes outlined with eyeliner and other eye-popping makeup. Piercings and tattoos aren't really her thing, so she only has her lobes pierced.
Clothing-wise, she has an average style. She likes to dress up, and she loves to dress down even more. Her usual attire would include a pair of jeans, skinny, flare, whatever, and a t-shirt. In a more formal occasion, she'll break out her "big guns" and flaunt something pretty. And if it's a rainy day, or a lazy day, she probably won't get dressed at all, and just sit around in an over sized t-shirt and shorts. If you'd like to sort her into a specific style, you could probably mix her with preppy clothing and vintage things.
Best Feature: "I'd honestly have to say my eyes. By themselves they're rather stunning, or so I've been told, and with a stick of eyeliner and some eyeshadow, they look even better."
Worst Feature: "I'm not a huge fan of my, and this is going to sound funny, my abdomen. I'm a rather skinny person, and I hate being able to see my ribs, because that means other people can see them."[/size]
`Personality ,,
Curious. Maddie loves to do everything. You could call her a yesman--err, woman--although she does comprehend if something she could potentially do would be stupid and possibly cause harm to herself or others. But with dancing, for example, if she was instructed to do something she'd never done before, she would do it, and chances are, since it involves dance, she would work it till perfection.
Feisty. She's an extremely active person, and happy, and just everything. She has that special thing that just makes her able to get along with almost anyone. Dancing really helps her get all the excess energy out, and sometime she may over do it, which may be a reason she's a little skinny. She's also rather loyal, and if you're very good friends with her, she'll defend you no matter what.
Graceful. Never ever, ever, ever will you see Madeline trip or stumble, at least on her own limbs or "the air". And if she does stumble, she can cover it like a pro. Of course, graceful does not just associate with movements or appearance. She speaks quite prettily and has good manners, when needed. Not to say she can't party or be crazy, because she can, but only when that situation arises.
Curious. Maddie loves to do everything. You could call her a yesman--err, woman--although she does comprehend if something she could potentially do would be stupid and possibly cause harm to herself or others. But with dancing, for example, if she was instructed to do something she'd never done before, she would do it, and chances are, since it involves dance, she would work it till perfection.
Feisty. She's an extremely active person, and happy, and just everything. She has that special thing that just makes her able to get along with almost anyone. Dancing really helps her get all the excess energy out, and sometime she may over do it, which may be a reason she's a little skinny. She's also rather loyal, and if you're very good friends with her, she'll defend you no matter what.
Graceful. Never ever, ever, ever will you see Madeline trip or stumble, at least on her own limbs or "the air". And if she does stumble, she can cover it like a pro. Of course, graceful does not just associate with movements or appearance. She speaks quite prettily and has good manners, when needed. Not to say she can't party or be crazy, because she can, but only when that situation arises.
Likes:
- Cats.
- Horror novels.
- Romantic comedies.
- The wind.
- Rain.
- Night time.
- Yelling.
- Lying, cozy, in bed.
- The smell of nail polish.
- Painting her nails.
- Expensive makeup.
- Designer clothes.
- The Beatles.
- Everything dance.
Dislikes:
- People that talk during movies.
- Cheesy pick-up lines.
- Excessive sunlight.
- Telemarketers.
- Doorbells.
- Comedians.
- Leaving the blinds open.
- Locking her door.
- Television.
- When people are being so loud, she can hear them through the walls.
Positive Traits:
Grace. She's sweet, kind, good-mannered...
Sense of humor. She can laugh at basically any joke, and give one back.
Walking a mile. The ability to make anyone feel comfortable around her. She just adapts, and can make herself relate to everyone that she talks to. A people person.
Negative Traits:
Too nice. Some people would say that she's too nice.
Over-working. She likes to literally dance till she drops, and has fainting spells at times.
Staring. She just can't help it. If it's ugly, pretty, or whatever, she'll just stare, and you may need to snap her out of it.
Greatest Ambition:
To be a real professional dancer after graduating, be in the Rockettes...
Greatest Fear:
Breaking a bone so badly that she can't dance anymore.[/size]
`History ,,
Madeline was born and raised in LA. Her family life was average, though they were quite well off. Of course, with "extensive riches" comes a lack of real family life, since both of her parents were off doing their jobs. Her father was an actor, trying to work his way up, and her mother was a small-time director, big-time producer. Most of the things her father was in he played an extra, but he just kept getting roles. And her mother directed little indie films here and there, and produced more Blockbuster-type things. The only family time they had was at dinner time, and even then things were a bit rushed.
Maddie found life in going to school. She kept up her grades, and participated in all the clubs she could get into, just so she wouldn't come home to an empty house. She was a rather social person, that knew the name and face of everyone at her school, but didn't really know anyone. There was a lot of small talk, but Maddie didn't come about friends every easily. In fact, she didn't get her first boyfriend until senior prom, and that didn't last too long either. Once the summer came, all relationships were broken, since everyone was heading off to college, or where ever.
Now, dance really came into her life when she was five. The days her parents really had to be around, and it was her father really, that signed her up, since he was merely an actor, and could audition when he pleased. Maddie loved to run, and twirl, and everything, a little bundle of energy, so he put her into a childrens dance class, which really was just a padded room, where young kids could just jump around and what not. There would be about fifteen minutes of actually dance practice, which was more like ballet, where they would use the bars against the wall. Maddie decided, as she got older, and her options widened, that she actually liked to dance, so her father put her into a ballet class...As she got older, and her parents, less involved, she began to take every little thing she could. Scribbling down her homework before school ended, going to whatever club she had that day, and then dancing till ten o'clock at night. It was her life until she graduated and was accepted into the Washington University of Arts.
Since she moved to Washington, Dance has been her life support. It's all she really knows...So what if she doesn't really have friends? She does what she loves, so what else matters?
Madeline was born and raised in LA. Her family life was average, though they were quite well off. Of course, with "extensive riches" comes a lack of real family life, since both of her parents were off doing their jobs. Her father was an actor, trying to work his way up, and her mother was a small-time director, big-time producer. Most of the things her father was in he played an extra, but he just kept getting roles. And her mother directed little indie films here and there, and produced more Blockbuster-type things. The only family time they had was at dinner time, and even then things were a bit rushed.
Maddie found life in going to school. She kept up her grades, and participated in all the clubs she could get into, just so she wouldn't come home to an empty house. She was a rather social person, that knew the name and face of everyone at her school, but didn't really know anyone. There was a lot of small talk, but Maddie didn't come about friends every easily. In fact, she didn't get her first boyfriend until senior prom, and that didn't last too long either. Once the summer came, all relationships were broken, since everyone was heading off to college, or where ever.
Now, dance really came into her life when she was five. The days her parents really had to be around, and it was her father really, that signed her up, since he was merely an actor, and could audition when he pleased. Maddie loved to run, and twirl, and everything, a little bundle of energy, so he put her into a childrens dance class, which really was just a padded room, where young kids could just jump around and what not. There would be about fifteen minutes of actually dance practice, which was more like ballet, where they would use the bars against the wall. Maddie decided, as she got older, and her options widened, that she actually liked to dance, so her father put her into a ballet class...As she got older, and her parents, less involved, she began to take every little thing she could. Scribbling down her homework before school ended, going to whatever club she had that day, and then dancing till ten o'clock at night. It was her life until she graduated and was accepted into the Washington University of Arts.
Since she moved to Washington, Dance has been her life support. It's all she really knows...So what if she doesn't really have friends? She does what she loves, so what else matters?
Best Memory: When she had her first dance recital, and both of her parents were watching her from the front row.
Worst Memory: When, only last year, she was called by her grandmother, that her father had been in a fatal car accident.
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`Writing Skill ,,
Ugh. Parking lots. Stephen would definitely add them to his list of things to avoid at night. Even if they were full of cars. It made you think of some sort of murder movie. Where all of the sudden you'd be jumped by huge guys with knives in white shirts. Now, he wasn't going to say he was "afraid", because that wasn't true, it was just...Suspenseful. Suspenseful to the point where you started thinking out your plan of action if you did, in fact, happen to be jumped by huge guys with knives in white shirts. He was a bit relieved that Mckara had heels on. Anyone that wasn't a knife carrying gang member would probably notice the difference between the regular sound of clicking heels, and the sudden sound of quickly clicking heels....And maybe screaming. It was good to stay alert in a parking lot, whether or not it struck suspense into your brain.
As they entered the mall, he strolled past all the shops in the food court, and into what looked like an 'employee's only' set of double doors. It led into a gray sterile-looking hallway, and past two bathrooms, before coming out into a huge, fancy looking room, with tables spread out. They'd arrived. And just in time. People were still milling around, and what not, trying to decide where to sit. In his opinion, he believed they should start at separate tables. She'd probably get used to it faster if she was just..."thrown in". Either that, or she'd go into shock. That would be bad. But, those were the rules of swimming right? If the water had chunks of self-created ice floating in it, then you'd probably go into shock, but the room was fairly warm, and the only water and ice was in the glasses that already sat at the tables.
"Maybe we should start at different tables," He scanned the room for any one-seaters. "I don't wanna hog you." He laughed, if not a bit awkwardly, as a man in a gray suit walked up to them. The "manager" or "ringleader", as he was known. He took his job seriously....That's why he never went out with them afterward. He didn't believe in it. "So, Stephen, I see you brought a guest." Stephen's eyes shifted to the shorter, more casually dressed male. "Yeah. This is Mckara. Frank, Mckara. Mckara, Frank. We're trying to sort out seating." There were two tables left with one seat empty. But, if she wanted them to start together, he really didn't mind.
[/size][/center]Ugh. Parking lots. Stephen would definitely add them to his list of things to avoid at night. Even if they were full of cars. It made you think of some sort of murder movie. Where all of the sudden you'd be jumped by huge guys with knives in white shirts. Now, he wasn't going to say he was "afraid", because that wasn't true, it was just...Suspenseful. Suspenseful to the point where you started thinking out your plan of action if you did, in fact, happen to be jumped by huge guys with knives in white shirts. He was a bit relieved that Mckara had heels on. Anyone that wasn't a knife carrying gang member would probably notice the difference between the regular sound of clicking heels, and the sudden sound of quickly clicking heels....And maybe screaming. It was good to stay alert in a parking lot, whether or not it struck suspense into your brain.
As they entered the mall, he strolled past all the shops in the food court, and into what looked like an 'employee's only' set of double doors. It led into a gray sterile-looking hallway, and past two bathrooms, before coming out into a huge, fancy looking room, with tables spread out. They'd arrived. And just in time. People were still milling around, and what not, trying to decide where to sit. In his opinion, he believed they should start at separate tables. She'd probably get used to it faster if she was just..."thrown in". Either that, or she'd go into shock. That would be bad. But, those were the rules of swimming right? If the water had chunks of self-created ice floating in it, then you'd probably go into shock, but the room was fairly warm, and the only water and ice was in the glasses that already sat at the tables.
"Maybe we should start at different tables," He scanned the room for any one-seaters. "I don't wanna hog you." He laughed, if not a bit awkwardly, as a man in a gray suit walked up to them. The "manager" or "ringleader", as he was known. He took his job seriously....That's why he never went out with them afterward. He didn't believe in it. "So, Stephen, I see you brought a guest." Stephen's eyes shifted to the shorter, more casually dressed male. "Yeah. This is Mckara. Frank, Mckara. Mckara, Frank. We're trying to sort out seating." There were two tables left with one seat empty. But, if she wanted them to start together, he really didn't mind.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Frankie.
Age: Sixteen.
Role-playing experience: Ten years. Although my first two years or so was mostly Harry Potter chat play, then neopets.
How you found us: Neopets.
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