Post by blairbear on Apr 16, 2010 21:05:33 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : Mishaaa/Blair
Age : Fifteen
Experience : drei jahre (3 years)
Characters : just blairity
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : Blair imogen Larson
Age : Seventeen
D.O.B : December 21
Playby : Elisha Cuthbert
Occupation/Grade : Junior
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li]Blair's face. Well, it's definitely unique. But aren't all faces unique? Okay, okay, back to business. Blair has a face like most people. A nose, mouth, eyes, ears, good stuff like that. But what makes her face so unique is the way they are shaped. Imagine that?! Her eyes are baby blue, but they can range from black to red depending on which colored contacts she's wearing. When she was a child dimples pierced her cheeks, but as she grew her face thinned, and the disappeared. Blair likes to paint up her lips will all sorts of colors. Not anything major bizarre like black, but an occasional deep red can be seen on her. She had always thought her lips were a little on the thin side, but after being told that she had beautiful lips (by mother dearest of course) she pushed the thought from her mind. The rest of Blair's face is rather normal. Eyebrows always plucked nicely, no obnoxious dark hairs above the lip, and short straight blond hair. Of course it was always straight, she likes playing with her hair, so you can always see curls, waves, buns, ponytails, braids, and jagged bangs. Though she swore to her mother she would never wear one of those ridiculous poofs in her hair, she has been forced to by friends. Blair's selection of make up products has always been affected by her friends. They promise that this and that are the latest things, and then a week later another this and that are the latest and hot things. Pick one![/li][li]Blair likes to take care of herself. She finds healthy foods not only healthy but yummy. Oh, that's a lie. Blair's a slob. She loves junk food, eating a snack every two hours, and is largely influenced by the food network on TV. It's basically the only channel she watches...because of the food. Anyways, back to her body. Well, as much as she loves fatty foods, she's as thin as a toothpick. No, not literally, but she finds analogies exhilarating. What Blair is proud of the most is her elbows. Most people have awkward elbows, and have no clue what to do with them. Blair, instead of whacking them around and hurting people, uses them for her benefit. Her elbows can be used to damage the men who cheat on her, dump her for stupid reasons, or just annoy her. It's very simple, you see. You take Blair's elbow, find a guy who's a jerk and jab very very hard into their stomach. See? Simple. Okay, okay, back to body. She's also very easily taken off topic. Her legs. She doesn't like to call them a work of art, but as much time as she's put into getting them to look respectable they should be right next to Mona Lisa. Blair inherited very bad legs from her mother's side. Flabby, fast hair growing legs. Shaving every other day in the summer just to keep them looking nice, is taking it easy. To keep these flabberjabbers from looking like jelly being shook in a bowl is very hard. Don't even ask about her workout, it would take an hour to explain. Well, other than that, Blair is as normal as asparagus. And that is one normal vegetable.... [/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : bobsledding, blueberries, snowmen (especially attractive ones), history, and calculators (dummy in a box)
Dislikes : chickens, spiders, hot dogs, people with high squeaky voices, news channels, infomercials, and huge winter jackets
Habits : saying sorry to inanimate objects when she drops them, saying 'ouch' when it doesn't hurt at all, texting while driving, chewing nails, biting pencils
Flaws : ghetto booty!! (but she guesses that's a blessing), easily pressured into drinking, eating junk food, split ends (blegh)
Pet Peeves : Nail biting, the sound of people eating bananas, people making sexy noises in the hotel room next to hers, crazy health people, and people who don't flush the toilet when they are done.
Strengths : writing, blowing bubbles, watching movies, remembering entire conversations, not remembering to do homework, talking on the phone listening to the radio looking at a map and eating McDonalds all while driving.
Weaknesses : lamps (her worst enemy), planting flowers, reading long books, uncoordinated walking, and being organized.
[/li][li]Blair has a very humorous personality. It also likes to vary from day to day. She can be really happy for a day, and then mad for no apparent reason the next. It most depends on how she started her morning. Blair is a very self-centered person, but she doesn't mean to be. Lately, she's been working on a word she apparently she has never heard before - 'nice.' When being told of the word, she decided that she might like to try it. There has been little progress in her 'nice' personality, but of course it will take time. Blair is also a very comical person. Sure, she can make things get a little out of hand, and doesn't know when to back off, but as always, she's working on it. Some people say that Blair still acts like an eleven year old, but in her mind she thinks she's acting like every one else. In truth, Blair doesn't really know who she is. She's a confused, and sometimes angry, person. When she started high school, she wanted to figure out her purpose in life, and little progress has been made. But maybe that's it. Maybe her purpose in life is to be the girl who doesn't know who she is. Meant to wander around forever, never knowing what she wants to do with her life, or where to go. Unfortunate, but for as long as Blair's been searching, at least it's something.[/size][/blockquote]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
[/center][/li][li] Blair was a rather normal child. She has never known her father, but that doesn't bother her because according to her mom he's an a-hole. Plus, Blair's mom god remarried to a really nice guy named Mike when Blair was six. People say his ex-wife used to beat him, but that's hard to believe because Mike is a pretty big guy. Plus, he's soft and cuddly, so why would anyone want to beat him? He's like a teddy bear, and nice too! Well, back to the story. She was born December 21st in the back of her mom's pickup. Blair's Aunt Lucy had been visiting Blair's mom for the weekend when Blair decided to pop out. That was basically Blair's birth. Her mother was rushed to the hospital as paramedics came to save Blair from the pickup.
Life as Blair was going well. She had a nice mother, a hungry mouth, and plenty of food. Life was good as a toddler. Preschool flew passed, Blair was the smartest in her class, then kindergarten, first grade, and then her Mom met Mike. Blair was absolutely fascinated with Mike. He was like the teddy bear her mom had made her get rid of when she was five. He was soft, warm, and all around a dependable and nice guy. Her mom and Mike met at work, and hit it off right away. Mike loved Blair just as much as any father should, probably more and spoiled her like no other. After Mike married her mom, life was even better.
Years passed on and soon Blair was entering high school. She was no longer the smartest girl in her class, but that didn't matter, she had a great family. Blair had tried having boyfriends as a freshmen, but none of them worked out. Blair hasn't at a boyfriend since freshmen year, and she honestly doesn't need one. She's never been on the list either. Honestly, she would rather stay away from that thing. Of course, she keeps up to date on the name's and checks for hers, but not once in her high school career has she been listed. Is that a blessing...or a curse?[/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
Mike Davis, 46, Realtor
Pandora (Renault) Davis, 43, Dentist
Siblings: None
Aunt Lucy Campbell, 38, Secretary
Chubbles, cat
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
Thump. Thump. Thump. Blair's heart was almost beating out of her chest. Worry flooded through her veins, the letter clutched in her clammy hands. Only minutes ago had she happily walked into the owlery to send a letter. Now, she was holding one that she never thought she would receive in her life. Tears were trembling on the edges of her eyes, and her body was tense in every corner. It was bad news - no, horrible news. She set the letter down next to her and covered her hands over her tear streamed face. Blair never thought that the day would come when her father would have a heart attack. He had been having heart problems for years, but nothing as serious as this. The letter was from Blair's mother, but her beautiful cursive was written with shaky hands and a crushed spirit. Blair looked upon the words as stinging reminders of her fathers death day.
After a few moments Blair's tears stopped. She couldn't do anything about it now. Maybe she would be allowed to leave early for the funeral. Blair felt weak now, like she had been beaten up. She felt like crying more, but the tears wouldn't come. Instead, the dried tears on her face making it feel tight and exposed. She would be lucky if no one came in to send a letter, but sooner or later it was bound to happen. She stood up and ripped the letter that she was going to send. It was for her father. Now it didn't seem that important. What was important for Blair now was getting home to her family. She quickly regretted ripping it up and bent down to pick up the pieces. As Blair picked them up, she fell over landing on her knees. A sob broke out of her. She wanted to stop, but the emotions that ran through her were too great. She sat there on her knees with the remnants of her last letter to her dead father.
Blair hadn't always been this emotional. In fact, at one point she could have sworn she was the happiest girl in the world. Now, she was weak and vulnerable. Only one other time in her life had she felt this way, but that was years ago. Blair rememberd the night too well, and still had a few nightmares. But she didn't let it get in the way of her schoolwork or social life. Blair never let anything push her town. Well, until now. It was hard to let loose like this, but this time it felt automatic. In her mind she wished that tears weren't real. She wished that they were meant for something other than mourning and pain. But being a human (well most of the time) was tough. When Blair was a wolf she felt like she wasn't human 9/10 of the time. She let her past behind and lived in the present. When Blair was human it was almost painful to push back those old feelings. She missed living innocently, freely, like she did when she was a child. And now, she missed her best friend Dani. Now that Dani was a vampire, they hadn't been spending much time together. In fact, since Blair became a werewolf she hadn't been spending much time with anyone. Maybe if she was with someone she would feel better. And right now anyone was fine. Even Voldemort himself would be some company.
After a few moments Blair's tears stopped. She couldn't do anything about it now. Maybe she would be allowed to leave early for the funeral. Blair felt weak now, like she had been beaten up. She felt like crying more, but the tears wouldn't come. Instead, the dried tears on her face making it feel tight and exposed. She would be lucky if no one came in to send a letter, but sooner or later it was bound to happen. She stood up and ripped the letter that she was going to send. It was for her father. Now it didn't seem that important. What was important for Blair now was getting home to her family. She quickly regretted ripping it up and bent down to pick up the pieces. As Blair picked them up, she fell over landing on her knees. A sob broke out of her. She wanted to stop, but the emotions that ran through her were too great. She sat there on her knees with the remnants of her last letter to her dead father.
Blair hadn't always been this emotional. In fact, at one point she could have sworn she was the happiest girl in the world. Now, she was weak and vulnerable. Only one other time in her life had she felt this way, but that was years ago. Blair rememberd the night too well, and still had a few nightmares. But she didn't let it get in the way of her schoolwork or social life. Blair never let anything push her town. Well, until now. It was hard to let loose like this, but this time it felt automatic. In her mind she wished that tears weren't real. She wished that they were meant for something other than mourning and pain. But being a human (well most of the time) was tough. When Blair was a wolf she felt like she wasn't human 9/10 of the time. She let her past behind and lived in the present. When Blair was human it was almost painful to push back those old feelings. She missed living innocently, freely, like she did when she was a child. And now, she missed her best friend Dani. Now that Dani was a vampire, they hadn't been spending much time together. In fact, since Blair became a werewolf she hadn't been spending much time with anyone. Maybe if she was with someone she would feel better. And right now anyone was fine. Even Voldemort himself would be some company.
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
[/size]How did you find us : You'll never guess. I helped make this site! (I think) Anyways, Lani is pretty mad about me leaving, so I thought that I should come back and be a member to make it up to her
Best part of the site : lanikins. yum *noms on hair* no, i actually, like this site a lot.
Have you read the rules : NINJA ADMIN WINS AGAIN >D
Put on your 'jamas and say your prayers
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