Post by Kaycee Daniels on Apr 11, 2007 10:19:14 GMT -5
Name: Kaycee Anne Daniels
Age: 16
Birthday: 11th June
Celeb: Willa Holland
Personality
Likes:
-Getting her own way
-Parties
-Boy’s
-Pissing people off
-Money
Dislikes:
-Spiders
-Mud
-School
-Being told what to do
Strengths:
-Lie’s perfectly.
-Resourceful
-Independent
-Manipulative
-Get’s what she wants
Weaknesses:
-Stubborn
-Mistrusting
-Bitchy
-Holds a grudge
Overall: Take a word of advice, watch your back around Kaycee. She does what she wants and doesn’t care who get’s hurt on the way. Kaycee always get’s her own way and revenge is her middle name. She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t shout but hell does she get revenge. Boys are nothing more than toys to Kaycee, she’ll play with them then throw them away when she get’s bored. She doesn’t play by the rules and is quite the piece of work. Cross her and she will make you sorry.
Appearance
Face: Heart shaped, strait white teeth, green-blue eyes.
Body: 5’8, curvy, slim.
Hair: Brown, between shoulder and elbow length.
Overall: Kaycee is very pretty, and she just knows it. Her eyes are the green-blue shade of the ocean but the colours seem to shift and change in the light. These eyes are rimmed by long lashes and normally outlined to make an extra impact. Kaycee has straight white teeth and a “button nose” as her father once said. Naturally this didn’t go down to well and he never said it again. Her heart shaped face is framed by falls of silky chocolate locks that tumble over her shoulders towards her elbows. Standing at five foot and eight inches, Kaycee is pretty tall, something she normally emphasis by wearing heels. Kaycee has long tanned legs, which she often shows off by wearing short skirts.
History: Kaycee is a California girl, born and raised in the sunny state. However, her mother, Jennifer was French and she grew up speaking the language alongside English. This pretty brunette grew up around money as her father was a billionaire business tycoon. She was spoilt rotten and got everything she wanted at the click of her fingers. Except that wasn’t enough. Sure, Kaycee got money but her parents were always busy with work or in her mother’s case sleeping with her tennis instructor, gardener and personal trainer. Not exactly a happy environment. So Kaycee went off the rails. She drank, she smoked she partied- basically what ever she wanted. Her parents hardly noticed until she burnt down a building, then they noticed. Her mother screamed abuse and her father shouted but Kaycee just stood there examining her nails. When they were finished, Kaycee said her piece, took the car keys and left. When she came back a few days later she was met by both parents, which was a surprise in itself. But there was more – she was going to a Boarding School. Kaycee just laughed but then she saw the leaflet. In France. There was a row then, because when Kaycee screams, Kaycee screams. However, this was one occasion where she didn’t get her own way but on the plus side she managed to get a raise in allowance, three new credit cards, a beach house and a new Car. So she packed her stuff and went to France…
Other: Not really….
Sample Post:
It was Sunday Morning. Therefore, most people were still dead to the world as they recovered from the hangovers that were likely to haunt them at these dawn hours. Of course not everyone would be hung over, but a lot of people are normally unconscious in mornings anyway. Of course, there in exception for everything and every case, because no matter how hard you try you cannot group people into a group of actions so let us just say that it was highly likely that the majority were still asleep. However, one of aforementioned exceptions to this rule was Sasha Marie Danforth. Yes, the slender teen was out and about, but much more startling, she was alert and awake. However, that early morning perkiness was mostly down to the fact she had already drank several mugs of coffee in the time of cracking open her eyelids to glare sleepily at the world till she arrived at her current location.
Central Park.
Sasha was currently milling with the morning elite, those who rose with the sun in order to throw on some sweat pants and complete laps around the vast expanse of the park, whilst bobbing their head to music being played into their heads by i-pods. Miss Danforth watched a woman jog past, tight ponytail bouncing with every step. It amazed the seventeen year old how these people could do such a thing. Then again, she was sat alone in the park, which wouldn’t exactly do wonders for her social status… Shrugging her left shoulder, Sasha brought the paper cup of coffee to her lips and let the caffeine filled liquid slide down her throat, the warmth travelling through her body. It wasn’t really cold, but it wasn’t warm either. Cool was the word Sasha would use to describe the temperature, and the word did the weather justice. Autumn had taken a-hold of New York, and crisp red leaves littered the lush green of the park lawns. Orange leaves floated on the glassy surface of the lake, pushed aside by the process of oars. Children giggled as they threw themselves into carefully heaped piles and the leaves crunched underfoot. The trees stood as dark silhouettes against the pale grey sky, some stark and bare and some still burdened by the weight of foliage.
In the midst of the fiery leaved glory, Sasha sat, her dark locks in stark contrast to the red’s and gold’s. She basked in the fact she stood out from the background and wouldn’t be taken in as part of the scenery. Honey eyes scanned the faces of all those nearby, seeking a familiar face, or a good looking guy. Although Miss Danforth had risen at the obscene hour of 6:00am in order to get down to the park and clear her head of its jumbled clamour, her thoughts had all been mulled over and were filled away neatly and she was bored. Bored and lonely. Yet she still couldn’t bring herself to leave the quiet haven Central Park morphed into at this time of the day…
The Phrase: Born To Be Wild
Age: 16
Birthday: 11th June
Celeb: Willa Holland
Personality
Likes:
-Getting her own way
-Parties
-Boy’s
-Pissing people off
-Money
Dislikes:
-Spiders
-Mud
-School
-Being told what to do
Strengths:
-Lie’s perfectly.
-Resourceful
-Independent
-Manipulative
-Get’s what she wants
Weaknesses:
-Stubborn
-Mistrusting
-Bitchy
-Holds a grudge
Overall: Take a word of advice, watch your back around Kaycee. She does what she wants and doesn’t care who get’s hurt on the way. Kaycee always get’s her own way and revenge is her middle name. She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t shout but hell does she get revenge. Boys are nothing more than toys to Kaycee, she’ll play with them then throw them away when she get’s bored. She doesn’t play by the rules and is quite the piece of work. Cross her and she will make you sorry.
Appearance
Face: Heart shaped, strait white teeth, green-blue eyes.
Body: 5’8, curvy, slim.
Hair: Brown, between shoulder and elbow length.
Overall: Kaycee is very pretty, and she just knows it. Her eyes are the green-blue shade of the ocean but the colours seem to shift and change in the light. These eyes are rimmed by long lashes and normally outlined to make an extra impact. Kaycee has straight white teeth and a “button nose” as her father once said. Naturally this didn’t go down to well and he never said it again. Her heart shaped face is framed by falls of silky chocolate locks that tumble over her shoulders towards her elbows. Standing at five foot and eight inches, Kaycee is pretty tall, something she normally emphasis by wearing heels. Kaycee has long tanned legs, which she often shows off by wearing short skirts.
History: Kaycee is a California girl, born and raised in the sunny state. However, her mother, Jennifer was French and she grew up speaking the language alongside English. This pretty brunette grew up around money as her father was a billionaire business tycoon. She was spoilt rotten and got everything she wanted at the click of her fingers. Except that wasn’t enough. Sure, Kaycee got money but her parents were always busy with work or in her mother’s case sleeping with her tennis instructor, gardener and personal trainer. Not exactly a happy environment. So Kaycee went off the rails. She drank, she smoked she partied- basically what ever she wanted. Her parents hardly noticed until she burnt down a building, then they noticed. Her mother screamed abuse and her father shouted but Kaycee just stood there examining her nails. When they were finished, Kaycee said her piece, took the car keys and left. When she came back a few days later she was met by both parents, which was a surprise in itself. But there was more – she was going to a Boarding School. Kaycee just laughed but then she saw the leaflet. In France. There was a row then, because when Kaycee screams, Kaycee screams. However, this was one occasion where she didn’t get her own way but on the plus side she managed to get a raise in allowance, three new credit cards, a beach house and a new Car. So she packed her stuff and went to France…
Other: Not really….
Sample Post:
It was Sunday Morning. Therefore, most people were still dead to the world as they recovered from the hangovers that were likely to haunt them at these dawn hours. Of course not everyone would be hung over, but a lot of people are normally unconscious in mornings anyway. Of course, there in exception for everything and every case, because no matter how hard you try you cannot group people into a group of actions so let us just say that it was highly likely that the majority were still asleep. However, one of aforementioned exceptions to this rule was Sasha Marie Danforth. Yes, the slender teen was out and about, but much more startling, she was alert and awake. However, that early morning perkiness was mostly down to the fact she had already drank several mugs of coffee in the time of cracking open her eyelids to glare sleepily at the world till she arrived at her current location.
Central Park.
Sasha was currently milling with the morning elite, those who rose with the sun in order to throw on some sweat pants and complete laps around the vast expanse of the park, whilst bobbing their head to music being played into their heads by i-pods. Miss Danforth watched a woman jog past, tight ponytail bouncing with every step. It amazed the seventeen year old how these people could do such a thing. Then again, she was sat alone in the park, which wouldn’t exactly do wonders for her social status… Shrugging her left shoulder, Sasha brought the paper cup of coffee to her lips and let the caffeine filled liquid slide down her throat, the warmth travelling through her body. It wasn’t really cold, but it wasn’t warm either. Cool was the word Sasha would use to describe the temperature, and the word did the weather justice. Autumn had taken a-hold of New York, and crisp red leaves littered the lush green of the park lawns. Orange leaves floated on the glassy surface of the lake, pushed aside by the process of oars. Children giggled as they threw themselves into carefully heaped piles and the leaves crunched underfoot. The trees stood as dark silhouettes against the pale grey sky, some stark and bare and some still burdened by the weight of foliage.
In the midst of the fiery leaved glory, Sasha sat, her dark locks in stark contrast to the red’s and gold’s. She basked in the fact she stood out from the background and wouldn’t be taken in as part of the scenery. Honey eyes scanned the faces of all those nearby, seeking a familiar face, or a good looking guy. Although Miss Danforth had risen at the obscene hour of 6:00am in order to get down to the park and clear her head of its jumbled clamour, her thoughts had all been mulled over and were filled away neatly and she was bored. Bored and lonely. Yet she still couldn’t bring herself to leave the quiet haven Central Park morphed into at this time of the day…
The Phrase: Born To Be Wild
