BLANCHARD, rochelle elise

[rochelle elise blanchard]

The full name's rochelle elise blanchard, but most people call me blanch, elle, lise, lucky, or shell. In case you couldn't tell, I'm a cute little femme. I came into this world kicking and screaming on july twenty-first, and seventeen years later, I still haven't stopped. Back then, I lived in Malibu, California. I'm a Caucasian dealing with the stress of twelfth grade.

eyes :: Rochelle's eyes are blue, but they're not your generic, straight up blue. In certain lights, they're a deep sapphire. In others, they're an icy, silvery blue so pale they look grey. Sometimes, they're even a combination of the two - silvery blue circled by a ring of sapphire. Regardless of what color they happen to appear, her eyes are almost constantly flashing with mischief or sparkling with laughter.
nose :: Rochelle has a cute nose. It's on the small side, and not only is it perfectly straight, it's also thin, with just a tiny bit of change in the width from bridge to tip. She's not crazy about the way it turns up just slightly at the end, but hardly anyone seems to notice it, so she doesn't make a habit out of pointing out the flaw.
hair :: Rochelle's chocolate brown hair is thick, and there's a lot of it. She's grown it down to her elbows a handful of times, but it's so heavy when it's long that she prefers to keep it either just above her shoulders or slightly below them. Her bangs are usually swept to the side, but every once in a while, she lets them fall straight and curls the ends under in order to keep them out of her eyes. Also, she doesn't pull her hair back unless she has to, so 99.9% of the time, it's down. After all, it's not like leaving it down is a bad thing - her hair is naturally wavy, so it looks like it's been styled even when it hasn't.
face :: Rochelle has this adorable heart-shaped face that made most of the adults in her family pinch her cheeks and tell her over and over how cute she was when she was a kid - thank God they all stopped doing that once she turned ten and the baby fat started to disappear from her cheeks. Her eyebrows are naturally thin ( as opposed to over plucked and unnaturally thin ) and arched just so, which plays up her wide, bright eyes rather than drawing attention away from them. She puts on eyeliner and mascara and even eye shadow from time to time, but her well-defined cheekbones and naturally rosy cheeks eliminate the need for any other kind of makeup. Her small nose balances out her lips, which are on the full side, and have never been touched by anything more than lip gloss. They also happen to be the most expressive part of her face aside from her eyes - if she's feeling something, her lips are broadcasting that feeling, whether it be through a smile, a frown, or a silly twist.
body :: Rochelle is five foot seven inches, weighs all of 120 pounds, and has hips - a combination that makes her look much skinnier than she actually is. If you turn her sideways and put her behind a tree, will she disappear? If it's a decent sized tree and not a sapling, then yes. Will she blow away in a strong wind? Maybe, depending on how strong the wind actually is. Is she going to pass out from malnourishment if she misses a couple meals in a week? Heck to the no. In fact, she usually eats as much as a teenage boy does in one sitting ( and we all know how much teenage boys love their foodstuffs ). So how does she stay so thin? Easy - she has a super high metabolism, and she expends more energy in one day than most people do in a week. Her 120 pounds of weight is more muscle than fat as a result ( because a girl can't wrestle with her younger brother on a daily basis and not get a workout out of it ), though she'll be the first to admit that she still has some trouble spots. Like her freaking hips. Her skin is mostly freckle free, and during the summer, it's a light tan. Unfortunately, that light tan turns into an even lighter tan during the winter, which makes the one freckle in the middle of her right cheekbone ( and all of her other freckles ) more obvious. She doesn't miss the awesome tan she had from years spent in the constant California sunshine at all.

likes :: dancing in the rain, warm weather, acting like a tomboy ( sometimes while dressed like a girly-girl ), babbling on and on in French just to confuse and/or annoy people, Asher when he's embarrassed or being sweet, chocolate milk, fast cars, playing guitar, partying, watching drunk people act stupid, philosophy class, bubblegum ice cream, Amish friendship bread ( the greatest foodstuff known to man, in Shell's opinion ), debate class, the smell of the ocean
dislikes :: getting scolded like she's a little kid, the sound of thunder, screwing up, being manipulated, Asher when he's being a douche, needles, upsetting anyone in her family, the nightmares she has about the time her baby brother Gavin almost died, getting/being drunk ( always keep an eye on your cup at parties, kiddies! ), orange juice, science class, undercooked meat ( she freaks out if there's even a spot of pink in her burger ), "healthy" cereals, computer class, the smell of something ( anything ) burning
habits :: picking at her nails ( especially when she's nervous ), fussing with her hair when she's upset, repeatedly running her index finger over her bottom lip when she's deep in thought
flaws :: over-protective, competitive, too trusting of people, impulsive, always has to have the last word
positive attributes :: friendly, upbeat, extremely intelligent, creative, refuses not to finish what she starts
secret(s) :: Rochelle was a twin, but her sister Claire died at birth. Also, she developed an irrational fear of needles and hospitals after Gavin went to a pediatric hospital and nearly died of a severe allergic reaction during an intensive allergy testing "session".
pet peeve(s) :: people who can't sing to save their lives but think they're amazing, having her bangs fall into her eyes when she's talking to someone, cheerleaders and jocks

personality :: Rochelle is a bubbly, annoying ass ray of sunshine. No seriously - you know that one person you have the insane urge to randomly punch in the face every so often just because they seem so freaking happy all the time? That's Shell. She's chill with pretty much everybody ( except cheerleaders, jocks, and anyone who's managed to mess up bad enough to lose her trust ), and jumps at the chance to do whatever she can to brighten someone's day. Of course, Rochelle's not in a good mood one hundred percent of the time, but only those who know what to look for can tell when she's something other than happy. The exceptions? If it's before 9 am and Shell hasn't had at least three cups of coffee ( and I'm talking legit, Starbucks Venti sized cups ), then she's a downright b with an itch to anyone and everyone who crosses her path. Also, if someone seems to pose some form of "threat" to one of Rochelle's friends, you can bet she'll be on their ass like white on rice.

mother :: Véronique Blanchard, forty, travel agent
father :: Nicholas Blanchard, forty, architect
brother :: Gavin Lucas Blanchard, fourteen, eighth grader
sister :: Claire Salina Blanchard, Rochelle's twin sister, died at birth
step-relations: :: n/a
other relatives :: A seventy-two year old great-aunt that Shell can never remember the name of
pets :: n/a

background check ::
Rochelle was supposed to be an identical twin. She was supposed to have a sister only minutes younger than her who looked just like her, would know exactly what she was thinking without her ever having to say a word, and who would always be there to comfort her even when she thought no one else understood what she was going through. Unfortunately, her twin sister Claire died shortly after she was born due to "unforeseen complications". Even before she knew she'd had a twin, Shell knew there was something important missing from her life. Once her parents told her the story of her birth, and her sister's subsequent death, she understood. She eventually got over the shock of having such a big secret kept from her for so long, but even to this day, she still feels like there's a hole in her heart that will never be filled.

Now that you're sufficiently depressed, let's move on, shall we?

Rochelle had the distinct misfortune of being born in Malibu, California. And not just anywhere in Malibu, California, oh no. Her parents lived right freakin next door to Anthony and Simone Rinehart. But, as if that in itself wasn't bad enough, Véronique and Nicholas were also friends with the other couple. Simone and Véronique probably bonded over the fact that they were both pregnant at the same time or some crap like that. Regardless of how the two couples came to be associated with each other, Shell got the short end of the stick. Figured out why yet? Yup, you guessed it - she and Asher were destined to be the best of friends even before the little terror had been born. Since her parents were workaholics just like Asher's, she had the pleasure ( can you taste the sarcasm yet? ) of hanging out with the brunette and his babysitter every day.

To be fair, she and Asher got along brilliantly until about fifth or sixth grade, when he finally learned how to surf.

Rochelle's parents weren't as non-present as Asher's, so she started learning how to surf at the age of five ( courtesy of her father ), which was the norm for most California kids. Unfortunately, knowing how to surf doesn't automatically make you cool - especially not when you have a kid brother three years your junior glued to your side every last time you hit the beach. Long story short, she and Asher were the best of buds until he discovered the popular crowd. The crowd that Shell was so not a part of. Suddenly, Asher Rinehart was much to cool to hang out with the chick he'd more or less grown up with. Said chick was not okay with that. A lesser person might have let all those years of friendship dissolve under the assault of teasing and snubbing, but not her.

She dealt with the loss of her best friend for five years - and then the Rineharts moved to Chicago.

Rochelle was sad to see them go, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe without Asher hovering over her shoulder with a scathing insult on the tip of his tongue, or around the corner waiting to stick out a foot and trip her, she could survive her last year of high school without too many more mishaps. And then, a mere month before school was due to start, her parents dropped "the bomb" on her and her brother. They were moving. To Chicago. If she hadn't been seventeen and much too mature to throw a tantrum, Shell would have. How on earth did her parents expect her to leave her beloved California behind? And besides, she had only just been freed of Asher and his oppressiveness, and now she would have to go back to being hounded by him day in and day out?

Because, of course, not only were they moving to Chicago, they were moving to the same neighborhood as the Rineharts.

Rochelle pouted and sulked as much as was acceptable for a young woman her age, but she didn't make things difficult on her parents by refusing to help with the packing. She had to set a good example for Gavin, after all, regardless of how much she wanted to stomp her feet and threaten to go live with her best friend Amanda Parker ( iloveyouemmydonteatmefornamedropping ). The next thing she knew, three weeks had passed and they were on their way to Chicago. Shell met Principal Sorge two days before the first day of school, and though she would never admit it out loud, she thought he was pretty damn awesome. Having a cool principal didn't make up for the move, however; especially not with the possibility of running into her (ex)best friend looming on the horizon.

role play sample ::

Shell eyed Bray with a tad bit of fake suspicion as he called her a "poor thing", a pout still tugging at her lips. Her pout morphed into a brilliant smile when he rubbed her shoulder and grinned, admitting that he appreciated artistic genius more than he appreciated art itself. At least, that's what she thought he was saying. She was just a teeny, tiny bit ADOS - okay, okay A LOT ADOS - so every once in a while, she would latch onto a particular word or phrase in a conversation and either completely miss or totally not understand everything that was said after that. Today, Rochelle had gotten hung up on the 'my dear' for some reason. It wasn't the first time that Brayden had used the term of endearment on her, but...well, today was an odd day, apparently. Giving her head a small shake to clear it, she just managed to catch his question about being a witness rather than a test subject in regards to her tripping skills. Just like that, her bright smile was back. "Of course, of course! I would never trip you on purpose, Bray, you should know that. Unless you're about to walk on me, of course. Then I'll have no choice but to trip you." Shell teased, eyes twinkling. As Brayden slowly made his way to the floor, grumbling all the while, she laughed. "Aww, c'mon Bray, I'd catch you! Hell, you could even fall on me, if that would make you feel better!" She exclaimed, not really thinking about how strange that might sound. That was just how she operated - speak first, think later. It wasn't always a good thing. In fact, it had gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion, but those were stories for a completely different time and place, when there wasn't an adorably cute guy - who also happened to be Rochelle's best friend and second best partner in crime ( Manda and Jay were tied for first ) - sitting next to her.

But anyway, moving on. Brayden had managed to catch a whiff of her hair and made a comment on it. Being who she was, she was completely unfazed by the fact that he had actually known the scent of her shampoo, and instead, she turned it into a story as to why she used that particular shampoo rather than something fruity or flowery like most girls tended to do. Sharing with Bray about her home town wasn't awkward at all. It was rather easy, in fact, and Shell didn't feel even the slightest bit homesick. Manda was the only person she could talk to about Nantes without getting choked up, so it was really nice to discover that Brayden had a similar effect on her. He seemed to like hearing about her home, too, which was a bonus. She smiled slightly, her smile widening when all he managed was a short, stammered reply. Giggling, she was about to thank him when he suddenly asked about her family. The question caught her off guard, especially since no one had ever bothered asked her about her family before. Rochelle's surprise must have been evident on her face, because Bray was quick to retract the question, telling her she didn't have to answer if she thought it was too personal. "God, he's so adorable when he's - - " Focus, girl, focus! A small voice in the back of her head shouted, interrupting her train of thought. Biting her lip, she glanced down at her hands, which were folded in her lap, then looked up and shook her head. "No, I uh...I stay with ma tante - my aunt. My parents came with me when I first started attending Robbins, but..." Shell paused, taking a breath and swallowing around the lump forming in her throat. "They missed home too much and went back about six months later. I see them during the summer and Christmas breaks, though, so it's not too bad, really." She said quietly, giving him a small smile.

Feeling slightly awkward, she switched to the subject of the bitch of a girl who had drawn a sketch of her and Sera together in an effort to embarrass her. She had to admit, it was a fairly decent prank...if they were middle schoolers. Rochelle did things on a much bigger scale when it came to pranks, so this, to her, was a juvenile move. Still worth payback, but juvenile none the less. When Brayden suggested that she draw a picture of the girl together with him on her binder, she laughed, quickly shooting back a teasing reply of her own. The best part was that he just rolled with it and kept going. At the words 'your crush', however, her grin faded slightly, her cheeks flushing almost instantly. She hadn't thought her crush on Sera was that obvious, but it was, apparently. Shell prided herself on her ability to keep her more serious feelings under wraps, so it was a bit embarrassing to hear someone ( other than Manda ) refer to Sera as her crush. But then again, maybe it was just because it was Bray - after all, he had a crush on the German boy as well, and people with crushes tended to notice who else was "going after" their crush before other, uninvolved people did. Feeling slightly reassured, she managed to regain her focus when he made a comment about her finding out who the girl's crush was and then writing her a note pretending to be them, and Rochelle's eyes widened as she excitedly exclaimed her approval of the idea, then hugged Brayden. She felt embarrassed seconds after she made the impulsive move, but there was no way she was going to make a big huge deal out of it and let Bray know that it affected her. Not that it didn't, because it did, but... Well, he might accidentally take it the wrong way, and then where would they be? She liked Brayden quite a lot, but she wasn't really sure if she liked him like that yet.

Shell mentally shook her head...and then it hit her. The perfect idea for payback. Vocalizing her lightbulb moment, she let go of Bray, drawing back so she could catch his eye. Since his idea had provided the inspiration for her idea, he was going to have to help her. Well, he didn't have to have to, but trouble was always more fun with a partner. When he offered to play the quote unquote sexy, charming heartthrob, her mouth dropped open in shock of its own accord. "I, uh...uh, no, no way." She stammered, not even stopping to think before she started talking again. "Not that you couldn't pull it off or anything, 'cause you could, but, uh..." Rochelle forced herself to pause and take a breath in an effort to force her brain to filter her words before she spoke, but it was a futile effort. As usual, her runaway mouth was going to get her into trouble, because she was probably about to say something incredibly stupid or completely embarrassing. "I mean, there's no way I'm letting that jealous chienne get her filthy paws on you. You're mine - - err, I mean, y-your mind probably...probably won't be able to handle th...the strain." Ducking her head so her hair fell in front of her face, Shell closed her eyes, praying that a hole would open up underneath her and just swallow her up. She was making a completely fool of herself, and she couldn't have stopped if her life depended on it. "I uh...I always feel like my IQ drops when I'm within five feet of her, we...we wouldn't want that to happen to you." She finished lamely, her face on fire. If she didn't fix her whole mouth bypassing her brain problem soon, she was going to seriously consider locking herself in her room for the rest of her life. Or wearing duct tape over her mouth constantly. Groaning quietly, Rochelle pressed her hands to her face. She was an idiot.

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hey. my alias is ellie or elliepayunts, I'm too many years old, and I've been slashing for a long time. I heard about you guys through the voices in my head, and let me say, TEAM ADMIN OWNS YOUR SOUL.

[William Radfield]

... this should come as no surprise. You had a grand total of one grammatical error, and I'm shocked there was even that many. It's nice to see relationships between two characters that aren't related working their ways into applications. And your RP sample. Oh my god. I took a moment to mourn the good ol' days when that site was still alive (and to toy with the notion of creating a Manda Panda, but alas, I have too many female characters). SO YEAH. Ima shut up and let you do your thang.