Post by nadine on Dec 16, 2008 12:14:34 GMT 10
`rayleen alexandria rodriguez !!!
Bitchy, Independent, Outgoing
Name: Rayleen Alexandria Rodriguez
Nickname(s): Ray, Alex
Major: Journalism
Age: 19
Grade: Freshmen
Birthdate: 2/14/89
Orientation: Straight
Location: Miami, Florida
`Appearance ,,
Rayleen stands a decent 5’4 and is happy that she can wear heels and not appear too tall. Her hair is a shade of brown which sometimes appears black. Her eyes: one of the extravagant shades of hazel. She has a somewhat slim figure, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have curves.
Rayleen doesn’t really cling to a specific clothing type. She wears whatever she finds casual, cute, and appealing. She dresses to Impress. Glasses and Lip-gloss are something the girl never leaves home without. And since she is an only child, she’s spoiled. But most of the time, she wears clothes that fit her 'whatever' personality. And if someone calls her something, example a slut. She’s going to come to school the next day with a shirt that lets her boobs pop out and shows her stomach and shorts that her butt is practically falling out of. Then she is going to walk up to you and say: "This is what a slut dresses like. So watch what comes out of your mouth".
Her outfit and wardrobe also changes with the seasons. If its cold she is going to wear jackets and jeans. If its hot, tank tops and shorts. But there are times when it will be negative thirty degrees outside and she’ll walk around in a skirt. It could also be night, and she is still walking around with her glasses on.
But when it comes to earrings and sparkling things, if she wears them, they HAVE to match. Either with her shirt or jeans, skirts, shorts, or something she has on. She’s not the type of girl to walk out of the house matching, unless its for a reason. And you know what they say: Wear what others are afraid to!
But lately, her choice of clothing has been rather bold. Bright colors and out of the ordinary styles are becoming her thing. Her favorite outfit is a pair of yellow skinny jeans and a lime green shirt with some very bright pink glasses. Call her mismatch, but she loves to have some originality. Of course, she has to keep up with the times, if she ever hopes to be an editor.
Rayleen stands a decent 5’4 and is happy that she can wear heels and not appear too tall. Her hair is a shade of brown which sometimes appears black. Her eyes: one of the extravagant shades of hazel. She has a somewhat slim figure, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have curves.
Rayleen doesn’t really cling to a specific clothing type. She wears whatever she finds casual, cute, and appealing. She dresses to Impress. Glasses and Lip-gloss are something the girl never leaves home without. And since she is an only child, she’s spoiled. But most of the time, she wears clothes that fit her 'whatever' personality. And if someone calls her something, example a slut. She’s going to come to school the next day with a shirt that lets her boobs pop out and shows her stomach and shorts that her butt is practically falling out of. Then she is going to walk up to you and say: "This is what a slut dresses like. So watch what comes out of your mouth".
Her outfit and wardrobe also changes with the seasons. If its cold she is going to wear jackets and jeans. If its hot, tank tops and shorts. But there are times when it will be negative thirty degrees outside and she’ll walk around in a skirt. It could also be night, and she is still walking around with her glasses on.
But when it comes to earrings and sparkling things, if she wears them, they HAVE to match. Either with her shirt or jeans, skirts, shorts, or something she has on. She’s not the type of girl to walk out of the house matching, unless its for a reason. And you know what they say: Wear what others are afraid to!
But lately, her choice of clothing has been rather bold. Bright colors and out of the ordinary styles are becoming her thing. Her favorite outfit is a pair of yellow skinny jeans and a lime green shirt with some very bright pink glasses. Call her mismatch, but she loves to have some originality. Of course, she has to keep up with the times, if she ever hopes to be an editor.
Best Feature: “My best feature? Id have to say my gorgeous eyes. I mean, come one, you have to love them. They are just the most cutest shade of hazel ever. And you may say im conceited, guess what, I am.”
Worst Feature: “Worst feature. Hmm. My hair. I ALWAYS have to do something with it. I can never just put it up or leave it down. Its either too poofy or too flat. I HATE IT.”[/size]
`Personality ,,
Rayleen is probably the most friendliest girl you will ever meet. She talks to people who talk to her, and most of the time gives off a good impression. Unless you say something you shouldn’t have said. But she knows how to have a good time, without going overboard. She’s got a good head on her shoulders, so don’t try and pull a fast one on her. You have her respect and trust unless you give her a reason to take it back. She doesn’t believe in second chances, so once you mess up, its over.
But the other side of Rayleen isn’t so bright. Let’s just put it this way: she’s a bitch. She doesn’t take anything from anyone. She doesn’t judge, but if you judge her than she will do the same. If you are holding a hideous dress in your hand and ask her if it will look good on you, she is going to tell you no it doesn’t. But any little thing can turn this girl from your best friend to your worst enemy. Rayleen speaks her mind, and doesn’t care what others think or say about it. She wont hate you for no reason, so she’s friend until you do something totally out of proportion that doesn’t comply with her.
Free-spirited. Rayleen expresses herself in the most casual ways. Whether it be through conversation, music, art, or anything else, she doesn’t keep things bottled up. If something is terribly wrong and she doesn’t know what to do, she will burst out in tears. But rarely does anyone see this side of Rayleen, since she wants to keep the impression that she is a headstrong girl.
Rayleen is also a very compassionate, understanding, and overall supportive person. She will support you 100% even if she doesn’t agree with what you say or what you are doing. And Rayleen will never tell a secret. The only time she ever does is if she knows its for your own good, or if you are in danger of doing something totally out of proportion.
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t, do you know what that means? Rayleen doesn’t rely on others to do her work for her, or to support her. She believes she doesn’t need a man to support her or make her happy. She wants to things her own way without anyone telling her otherwise. She has been told countless of times she gets her determination from her father, which Victoria is proud of.
So, Rayleen can be described as a flirt. She’s had boyfriends, that never seem to work out. She’s kissed boys that she’s believe she loved, when they didn’t return the feeling. When Rayleen falls for someone, she falls hard and fast. Even if its sometimes hard for her open up. She’s the type of girl who believes that everyone has someone, but you have to look long and hard for that person. Rayleen loves to have fun, and if it means going through a couple of guys in order to find that right one, then she’ll do it.
Rayleen is probably the most friendliest girl you will ever meet. She talks to people who talk to her, and most of the time gives off a good impression. Unless you say something you shouldn’t have said. But she knows how to have a good time, without going overboard. She’s got a good head on her shoulders, so don’t try and pull a fast one on her. You have her respect and trust unless you give her a reason to take it back. She doesn’t believe in second chances, so once you mess up, its over.
But the other side of Rayleen isn’t so bright. Let’s just put it this way: she’s a bitch. She doesn’t take anything from anyone. She doesn’t judge, but if you judge her than she will do the same. If you are holding a hideous dress in your hand and ask her if it will look good on you, she is going to tell you no it doesn’t. But any little thing can turn this girl from your best friend to your worst enemy. Rayleen speaks her mind, and doesn’t care what others think or say about it. She wont hate you for no reason, so she’s friend until you do something totally out of proportion that doesn’t comply with her.
Free-spirited. Rayleen expresses herself in the most casual ways. Whether it be through conversation, music, art, or anything else, she doesn’t keep things bottled up. If something is terribly wrong and she doesn’t know what to do, she will burst out in tears. But rarely does anyone see this side of Rayleen, since she wants to keep the impression that she is a headstrong girl.
Rayleen is also a very compassionate, understanding, and overall supportive person. She will support you 100% even if she doesn’t agree with what you say or what you are doing. And Rayleen will never tell a secret. The only time she ever does is if she knows its for your own good, or if you are in danger of doing something totally out of proportion.
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t, do you know what that means? Rayleen doesn’t rely on others to do her work for her, or to support her. She believes she doesn’t need a man to support her or make her happy. She wants to things her own way without anyone telling her otherwise. She has been told countless of times she gets her determination from her father, which Victoria is proud of.
So, Rayleen can be described as a flirt. She’s had boyfriends, that never seem to work out. She’s kissed boys that she’s believe she loved, when they didn’t return the feeling. When Rayleen falls for someone, she falls hard and fast. Even if its sometimes hard for her open up. She’s the type of girl who believes that everyone has someone, but you have to look long and hard for that person. Rayleen loves to have fun, and if it means going through a couple of guys in order to find that right one, then she’ll do it.
Likes:
*Water
*White Roses
*Cold Weather
*Sour things
*Reading
*Writing
*Acting
*Singing
*Dancing
*The Color Green
*Animals
*Partying
*Movies
*Celebrities
*Computers
*Writing
*Clothes
*Shoes
*Fashion
*Magazines
*Love Songs
Dislikes:
*Pushovers
*Animal Abuse
*Bugs
*Dirt
*Drama Queens
*Vests
*Knockoffs
*Chocolate
*Liars
*Arrogance
*Odd Numbers
*Fakes
*Liars
Positive Traits:
` Compassionate.
No matter the circumstance, if you come to Rayleen with tears running down your face, she’s willing to hear your side of the story before anyone else. She really does care for people, even if sometimes she doesn’t show it. Maybe this is the reason why she’s friends with many people and they aren’t afraid to open up to her.
` Striving.
Due to her heritage, expectations, and family, Rayleen will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Boys, cars, clothes, all come last when it comes to her career. Even if coming to school was to be around a party atmosphere, Rayleen has her goals in her mind: and they are set in stone.
` Judgment.
Rayleen understands when its time to be serious and time to play. She has very good judgment and sometimes even tends to over think about things. Her judge of character? Excellent. She can sense if you’re a miss Dorothy, or a wicked witch of the west.
Negative Traits:
` Unlikable.
Instead of saying she’s a total and complete bitch, we’ll say she’s unlikable. Some say it’s the background she grew up in that made her this way. But Rayleen knows she’s like this because of her past relationship. Every word that comes out of her mouth is most likely guaranteed to be , and being nice is just something he cannot do.
` Unstable.
Rayleen doesn’t exactly know what she wants in life. She wants her career and life to be amazing. But she’s not sure if a family, or even love comes close to finishing it. And most of the time, she’s an emotional wreck deep down.
` Relentless.
Everything is fair game. If Rayleen wants it, Rayleen gets it. And she will stop at nothing to get it. This side of her is rather, annoying. If a girl steals your boyfriend, or gets that sweater you wanted, or even a part in that play you were hoping to get, your going to hate her. And that’s exactly Rayleen: sweet and simple.
Greatest Ambition: To Become a Magazine Editor
Greatest Fear: Failing to live up to her expectations.[/size]
`History ,,
A baby girl was born on the date of February 14, 1989. The parents: nineteen year old Anthony Rodriguez and seventeen year old Victoria Martinez. She was given the name Rayleen Yvette Rodriguez. She couldn’t have been born into a more perfect family. Despite the fact her parents were still young, unmarried, and her father was a soon-to be mob boss. Yup, Little Miss Ray was a mafia princess.
For young adults, Anthony and Victoria were actually pretty good parents. Rayleen was taught to always be polite, learned right from wrong, and always asked permission before she ever did anything. Her mother never had to work, and she used to her time to teach her little toddler. Her father was never around, since he always had to "work overtime", so Rayleen was influenced by her mother and most of her aunts. She was dressed in the finest clothes and was taken to the most expensive and beautiful places. She was truly a little princess.
At the age of four, Rayleen entered elementary school. Her grades were excellent, and her behavior was by far the best of the class. After her work was completed, she walked around the classroom helping anyone who needed it. When award assemblies came, she always received at least one. Her teachers loved her. The students loved her. Of course, some of this was also earned from her father, who made sure everything was his little girls way. But at Rayleens age, none of that was even an issue to her.
But growing up has its downsides. Middle School effected Rayleen in more ways than one could imagine. Her grades reached so low, she was in danger of failing every year. She was often kicked out of class for being defiant to the teachers. Most of the time, she was being pulled away from a fight that was pointless. She even had her first sip of alcohol in the sixth grade. Amazing. Little Rayleen had went from star student, to a rebellious girl. Everywhere she went, everyone knew her name. If there was something happening, Rayleen was the first to be informed. Her attitude about the world even changed as well. Her main priority: live life to the fullest, no matter the costs. And that’s exactly what she did, no matter what happened. She became "Miss Bitch".
Truly and honestly, love was what changed Rayleen. When she was a thirteen year old eighth grader, Rayleen got involved with a freshmen who went to the nearby high school. His name was Jeremy Faustino. At first it was just some teen love, but as a year went by, Rayleen understood why she never left him, took advantage of him, or hurt him in any way: she was in love. At his beck and call, Rayleen was there. If he wanted to go out for the night, Rayleen never said no. If he cancelled, she believed every word he said. Rayleen was truly head over heels. She believed he was not another one of her boy toys, he was the one. But her world came crashing down a month before she would be entering high school. She had gone to a party, for the first time in over a year, without telling Jerry she would be there. She had walked into a bedroom to relax, and stumbled upon her best friend being, lets say very friendly, with her one and only love. Rayleen was crushed. After that night, ask anyone, she was never the same again.
High School. Most kids whimper at the sound. Not Rayleen. Little Miss Mafia Princess was ready for it, and she was determined to never let anyone hurt her again. Starting ninth grade was probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to her. She was known by everyone, she did what she wanted when she wanted, and Rayleen was loving every moment of it. Even her love life was something she loved. It wasn’t exactly a love life. Flirting with any cute guy, and making out with him if he's really hot, isn't exactly what you would call a love life. But to Rayleen, it was just for the fun of it, and if anyone had anything to say about it, they'd have to take it up with her. And most of the time, no one ever did.
Not only that, but her mafia ties had quite an effect on her. She used that as an excuse to get what she wanted, when she wanted it, and at whatever costs. Drugs and alcohol were an often part of Rayleen's life. And the suppliers were none other than her fathers. It was funny how you could use certain things to your advantage. And that’s exactly what Ray did. She manipulated and made people believe or think things they would have never had in mind. And no one ever double-crossed her. Or else, her father or one of her uncles would pay them a little visit. Rodriguez, a mighty last name indeed.
But soon, Rayleen proved even too much for her parents to handle. But they couldn’t just send her away and banish her from society. Rayleen wouldn’t let them. And no way in hell she was going to let them send her to some catholic college, hell to the no. But being the manipulative little bitch she is, she convinced her parents, and mob family, to let her leave Florida and attend college in Washington: Washing University of the Arts. At first they were hesitant that the boss's daughter wouldn’t be around in case of emergency, but what Rayleen wanted, Rayleen got.
A baby girl was born on the date of February 14, 1989. The parents: nineteen year old Anthony Rodriguez and seventeen year old Victoria Martinez. She was given the name Rayleen Yvette Rodriguez. She couldn’t have been born into a more perfect family. Despite the fact her parents were still young, unmarried, and her father was a soon-to be mob boss. Yup, Little Miss Ray was a mafia princess.
For young adults, Anthony and Victoria were actually pretty good parents. Rayleen was taught to always be polite, learned right from wrong, and always asked permission before she ever did anything. Her mother never had to work, and she used to her time to teach her little toddler. Her father was never around, since he always had to "work overtime", so Rayleen was influenced by her mother and most of her aunts. She was dressed in the finest clothes and was taken to the most expensive and beautiful places. She was truly a little princess.
At the age of four, Rayleen entered elementary school. Her grades were excellent, and her behavior was by far the best of the class. After her work was completed, she walked around the classroom helping anyone who needed it. When award assemblies came, she always received at least one. Her teachers loved her. The students loved her. Of course, some of this was also earned from her father, who made sure everything was his little girls way. But at Rayleens age, none of that was even an issue to her.
But growing up has its downsides. Middle School effected Rayleen in more ways than one could imagine. Her grades reached so low, she was in danger of failing every year. She was often kicked out of class for being defiant to the teachers. Most of the time, she was being pulled away from a fight that was pointless. She even had her first sip of alcohol in the sixth grade. Amazing. Little Rayleen had went from star student, to a rebellious girl. Everywhere she went, everyone knew her name. If there was something happening, Rayleen was the first to be informed. Her attitude about the world even changed as well. Her main priority: live life to the fullest, no matter the costs. And that’s exactly what she did, no matter what happened. She became "Miss Bitch".
Truly and honestly, love was what changed Rayleen. When she was a thirteen year old eighth grader, Rayleen got involved with a freshmen who went to the nearby high school. His name was Jeremy Faustino. At first it was just some teen love, but as a year went by, Rayleen understood why she never left him, took advantage of him, or hurt him in any way: she was in love. At his beck and call, Rayleen was there. If he wanted to go out for the night, Rayleen never said no. If he cancelled, she believed every word he said. Rayleen was truly head over heels. She believed he was not another one of her boy toys, he was the one. But her world came crashing down a month before she would be entering high school. She had gone to a party, for the first time in over a year, without telling Jerry she would be there. She had walked into a bedroom to relax, and stumbled upon her best friend being, lets say very friendly, with her one and only love. Rayleen was crushed. After that night, ask anyone, she was never the same again.
High School. Most kids whimper at the sound. Not Rayleen. Little Miss Mafia Princess was ready for it, and she was determined to never let anyone hurt her again. Starting ninth grade was probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to her. She was known by everyone, she did what she wanted when she wanted, and Rayleen was loving every moment of it. Even her love life was something she loved. It wasn’t exactly a love life. Flirting with any cute guy, and making out with him if he's really hot, isn't exactly what you would call a love life. But to Rayleen, it was just for the fun of it, and if anyone had anything to say about it, they'd have to take it up with her. And most of the time, no one ever did.
Not only that, but her mafia ties had quite an effect on her. She used that as an excuse to get what she wanted, when she wanted it, and at whatever costs. Drugs and alcohol were an often part of Rayleen's life. And the suppliers were none other than her fathers. It was funny how you could use certain things to your advantage. And that’s exactly what Ray did. She manipulated and made people believe or think things they would have never had in mind. And no one ever double-crossed her. Or else, her father or one of her uncles would pay them a little visit. Rodriguez, a mighty last name indeed.
But soon, Rayleen proved even too much for her parents to handle. But they couldn’t just send her away and banish her from society. Rayleen wouldn’t let them. And no way in hell she was going to let them send her to some catholic college, hell to the no. But being the manipulative little bitch she is, she convinced her parents, and mob family, to let her leave Florida and attend college in Washington: Washing University of the Arts. At first they were hesitant that the boss's daughter wouldn’t be around in case of emergency, but what Rayleen wanted, Rayleen got.
Best Memory:
Her high school graduation. It had been something Rayleen was striving for since, well, birth. Sure, she may have messed up a few times, but she had worked extra hard to be able to graduate with her class. Her father was exceptionally proud, and it was the first time he had ever said that to her. “Im so proud of you sweetie.” After grad night, Rayleen went to her room and cried, seeing as it was first time her father had ever said something like that to her.
Worst Memory:
Rayleens worst memory would probably have to be that night. The night at the party, her best friend, her boyfriend. If she had said something, maybe nothing would have happened. Maybe she would still be with her boyfriend, and have her bestfriend. But Rayleen always tells herself that its ok, it wasn’t her fault, they were the wrong people. But just that she had been drinking, and then argued with her bestfriend and boyfriend. It makes the memory that more painful.
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`Writing Skill ,,
ok. danica had to admit. noah was cute. ok, he was gorgeous. handsome could also be used. and danica didnt usually think that about most guys. ok, only the really sexy ones. and around new york, there were quiet a few. but his curls. they were something danica found very cute. attractive at that. she just wanted to place her hands in them and twirl them like cotton candy. but of course, that would be beyond wierd. but just because he was cute, didnt mean his personality matched. but, danica got along with eveyone, most of the time.
danica hadnt realized that he said adams. noah adams, daniel adams. it made sense now. but, how could he be realated to daniel adams? noah seemed so nice, poetic, and he had a good sense of humour as far as she saw. daniel was a player, cared about no one, and was really "friendly" if you caught her drift. of course, danica couldnt just go out and tell noah his brother was a man-whore. "ah. so, daniel adams is your brother. doesnt seem like you guys could be related. but hey, what do i know?" she said before smiling. "you a loser" she added, "with that music, you couldnt be one even if you tried. and you are oh so very welcome."
as danica flipped through the pages, she happened to glace at noah. the look on his face said it all. she placed the book down and folded her legs and looked up to him. "hmm, well i go by dani. but since i dont know you well, id prefer danica. pwetty pwease?" she said cutely.
at the thought of it, danica had never seen noah at school. but with her short memory, she probably had seen him many times before. but she never seemed to remember these things. most high school students attented ciel, so it was probably not a conincidence. "stalker status much? im playing. but yea i do go there. you?"
[/size][/center]ok. danica had to admit. noah was cute. ok, he was gorgeous. handsome could also be used. and danica didnt usually think that about most guys. ok, only the really sexy ones. and around new york, there were quiet a few. but his curls. they were something danica found very cute. attractive at that. she just wanted to place her hands in them and twirl them like cotton candy. but of course, that would be beyond wierd. but just because he was cute, didnt mean his personality matched. but, danica got along with eveyone, most of the time.
danica hadnt realized that he said adams. noah adams, daniel adams. it made sense now. but, how could he be realated to daniel adams? noah seemed so nice, poetic, and he had a good sense of humour as far as she saw. daniel was a player, cared about no one, and was really "friendly" if you caught her drift. of course, danica couldnt just go out and tell noah his brother was a man-whore. "ah. so, daniel adams is your brother. doesnt seem like you guys could be related. but hey, what do i know?" she said before smiling. "you a loser" she added, "with that music, you couldnt be one even if you tried. and you are oh so very welcome."
as danica flipped through the pages, she happened to glace at noah. the look on his face said it all. she placed the book down and folded her legs and looked up to him. "hmm, well i go by dani. but since i dont know you well, id prefer danica. pwetty pwease?" she said cutely.
at the thought of it, danica had never seen noah at school. but with her short memory, she probably had seen him many times before. but she never seemed to remember these things. most high school students attented ciel, so it was probably not a conincidence. "stalker status much? im playing. but yea i do go there. you?"
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: nadine<3
Age: confidential :]
Role-playing experience: either two or three years.
How you found us: holyyy!
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