Post by Wynter Winchester on Dec 5, 2008 15:08:14 GMT -5
ST.SOPHIA ACADEMY.
this script took fourteen years to create with
two headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with Wynter Jane Winchester made this fab![/size]
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"we've got a cracked lens."
[/Color]full name • Wynter Shanti Winchester
nick names • Wynter -- Wyni if your a really good friend
birthdate • January 1
age • 16
grade • 11 th grader
birthplace • Mumbai, India
hometown • Mumbai
sexuality • straight
"there's a rip in my dress."
[/Color]height • 5 ft 8 inches
weight • 115 pounds
build • curvy but little athlethic
hair • reddish brown
eyes • brown
piercings • navel, ears, and nose
tattoos • none
distingushing features • nose piercing
play by • hanna beth
"line four makes no sense."
[/Color]likes •
• studying
• reading
• cooking
• fast
• running
• fashion
dislikes •
• wasting time
• failing
• being interrupted
• alchohal
• players, bitchy preps
strengths •
• intelligence
• looks
weaknesses •
• best friends
• laughing
habits/quirks •
• putting finger on chin when thinking deeply
fears •
• clowns
dreams •
• having a happy family
goals •
• getting the "right man"
secrets •
• used to get beat up by step-father
overall •
Mature -- Because of Wynter's high intelligence she usually acts all grown up and like a teacher's pet. Its hard for her to controverse with other people since the way she does it is business like. But thats not all the time.
Playful -- Then again, Wynter's attitude changes alot. One minute you'll see her sippin dicktail like soda, then next you'll see her in a jumping house having fun with the little kids.
bitchy -- This is the mean side of her, when you mess with her loved ones, Wynter is one of the most scariest people ever.
Nerdy -- Sadly she is classified as a nerd due to her high intelligence in school education.
"but i thought they were dating."
[/size][/Color]mother • Shweta Winchester; 31; Fashion Desingner
father • Alex Winchester; 32; deceased
siblings • single child
pets • none
other family • former step dad, Steve Kirk; 35; Plumber
overall • I was born in the cloudy, cold, busy city of Mumbai, India. I am half hindu and half french. [Mom is hindu and dads French] My mom was a stay at home mom and my dad was a business man. I rarely ever got to see my dad since he was always traveling around the world. Then when I was 6, my dad said we're moving to America because he would get a permanent job there and he wouldn't have to keep moving around the place. I was happy that I would get to see him more. But I wasn't happy for long, when I turned 8 my dad died in a car crash. Me and my mom went into shock. We couldn't believe it. After the accident my mom did get sort of crazy. She thought he would come back.
It wasn't until I turned 10 when we were happy once again. My mom re-married to a guy names Steve. He became the "New Dad" He always ran with me in the morning and he was there whenever I needed him. But sadly my happy family didn't last for long. After a couple of months, my step-dad, Steve started secretly beating me. And when my mom saw me with all the cuts and bruises, I would just say that I got beat up by a bully. The only reason I stayed quiet was because he had threaten to kill my mom. Finally after a couple of years later, I finally spilled the whole story out.
Her reaction was a surprise, she divorced Steve. She told me that even though my real dad was dead it didn’t mean she would stay with an abuser just because they needed a man in the house. She said that I was the most important thing in her life. So we left my step-dad and moved to Long Beach. Lets see what the future beholds.
"this movie is total nuts."
[/Color]other •
roleplay sample •"Here we are, Miss Rossdale," Herrera said from the driver's seat of the car. Lilah looked up from her palm pilot and gave him a questioning glance. Herrera cleared his throat and looked back out the front window of the car. Delilah shook her head and shoved her palm pilot in her bag, letting out a small sigh. "Okay, so I will let you know when I want you to pick me up. I probably won't be long, anyway..." she said with a roll of her eyes.
Stepping out of her car, Delilah Rossdale, standing at a short height of 5"6, smoothed down the material of her black dicktail dress. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, ending a quarter of the way down her back. Sighing, Delilah looked around, and pushed some hair out of her face. "Well, here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, watching Herrera drive off, awaiting her call.
Walking into the restaurant, Delilah looked around, trying to find someone familiar. Judging by the text message she had just received from Melrose, she was somewhere here already. This is going to be kinda sucky ... she thought, biting on the inside of her lip. Looking around, Delilah spotted Melrose, and walked up to her. "Who's a girl supposed to screw around here for some attention around here?" she said, hand on her hip. Sliding into the booth next to Melrose, Delilah gave her friend a smile, "I'm here to save you from the embarassment of sitting alone for a while," she grinned and gave her friend a major hug.
Tapping her recently polished nails on the table, she was desperately craving a cigarette. But, unfortunately she had given up a while ago, so instead, she pulled out some Nicorette gum and popped a piece in her mouth. "So how are you?" she asked, sitting back in the seat, "I mean, I haven't heard from you in a while," she said, sweetly, looking around the restaurant for other people.
Delilah had had the worst month of her life; she was trying to buy out General Motors from Mischa Chapman, but the CEO of GM hadn't turned up for one, single meeting. This infuriated Delilah to such an extent, she had ended the business deal and blacklisted Mischa and General Motors from any further arrangements. Apparently, she and her husband, Nate Chapman, had been out of the country during that month.
A waiter came up to the table, and Delilah smiled at him, turning on the charm, "Hi, could I please have a glass of 1956 Merlot?" she asked, sweetly, turning her body slightly to show her cleavage. The waiters attention dropped down to Delilah's (fake) breasts, and she smiled, "Thank you," she smiled, turning back to Melrose, rolling her eyes as the waiter walked off.
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