Post by CAMILLA JAMIE WILLIAMSON on Apr 19, 2010 3:53:01 GMT -5
CAMILLA JAMIE WILLAMSON.
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[/size][/center]hello! i am sara and i am 24 years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for 1.5 years. also, i play preston, nikos, and ariel. if you want to contact me, reach me at sebastiancooper@live.com. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : camilla jamie williamson
NICKNAMES : cam, jam, camie.
AGE : twenty-three, june 26th.
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : english.
RELIGION : none.
SEXUALITY : homosexual.
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : la witch.
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood
PLAY-BY : kiera knightley.
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : A Horse.
MIRROR OF ERISED : To find one decent women to be with and have her brother accept her for who she is.
AMORTENTIA : lavenders, soap, and popcorn.
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
CAMILLA'S DISLIKES :
- annoying judgemental people.
- unequal rights of lesbians and gays.
- death eaters.
- men.
- the snow and cold.
- girls who are stuck up.
- lollipops.
- rice.
CAMILLA'S LIKES :
- music.
- photography.
- hazlenut coffee.
- long hot showers.
- bar hopping.
- taking care of her brother, Adrian.
- women.
- playing the guitar on the beach.
GOALS :
- become a top musician.
- get accepted into society.
- travel the world with the women of her dreams.
- get some of her work published in a magazine.
- be more opened minded about the world around her.
FEARS :
- failure at what she does best.
- to be stood up by a girl that take her breath away.
- loosing her younger brother.
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SECRETS :
- has not told her parents that she is a lesbian.
- smokes weed before she sings on stage.
WEAKNESS :
- smell of women's perfume.
- someone threatening her brother.
STRENGTHS :
- singing.
- looking out for the people she cares about the most.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- calm.
- wild party goer.
- loving.
- passionate.
- stubborn.
- has bitchy moments.
- can be self-centered.
- outgoing.
- witty.
- intelligent.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : liverpool, england.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : london, england.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: musician and part time photographer.
MOTHER'S NAME : Monica Williamson.
FATHER'S NAME : Bishop Williamson.
SIBLINGS : Adrian Williamson.
OVERALL HISTORY :
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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
The wind whipped gently through her brown hair, as Kris took a deep drag out of her cigarette. As her deep brown soulful eyes gazed out the terminal of John F. Kennedy International Airport, feeling a little bit dragged down from spending what seemed like days in the plane, as she flew from Paris, France to New York City. Once the plane hit the tarmac, bumping and skidding to a stop, Kris finally released her grasp on the arm rest and gave a meek smile to the older man that sat next to her. Now as she stood outside, with the light snow fluttering around her, the past several hours seem to whirl around in her aching head because at this point all she wanted was either a joint or a hot steaming bath. No one knew she was back in the states, but this was how it was suppose to be though, the main reason she left was because of those girls the dwelled in the Upper East Side and the huge scandal she managed to stir up.
Waving an arm up to hale a taxi, she threw her backpack onto her back and grabbed the small blue duffel that lay next to her. Within a matter of seconds a taxi drove up, as she flicked her cigarette into the winter breeze. Once she was in the cab, Kris just laid her head back and let the memories of her past flow through her mind. For her cab was heading back to the one place, she hoped she would still feel at home, that was with James Collins. The one nice guy left in the world, those eyes told her that the world was okay and every since they were kids, they had this bond that couldn’t be broken. Yet she was the shy kid that sat behind her paint brush and dream of the far away lands, where water trickled over the falls and banked across the rocks laying below. She was in love with her Jaime but she always kept it to herself not really wanting to expose that one secret she kept hidden from her best friend.
Yet when she was in France, she found that one man, that won her over and ‘captured’ her heart with drugs and money. Really she should have known better, but she was hypnotized with the bright lights and the feeling of drifting away. James became a figment of her imagination, perhaps if she wrote more often but he was busy with his studies at Columbia and who knew what girl was wrapped around his finger right now. Yes, he wasn’t a player or tossed girls side to side, but he had that certain appeal and charm that made any girl with a brain helplessly spin around his orbit. Kris knew she had changed in the past five years since they both graduated from high school, one thing she became fascinated with drugs, she backpacked across Europe, tasted some of the fanciest wines in the world on top of the Eiffel tower and even posed naked for a Vogue magazine, the reason because the photographer was her late boyfriend, Jacques.
All the things she managed to accomplish didn’t satisfy her curiosity, especially as the cab drove deeper into the city heading towards Manhattan and the Upper East Side. Taking a deep breath, Kris turned her head and rested her eyes a bit more. Before, she hopped on the plane in Paris, she found out that her brother, and Garrison had managed to get caught and was now currently living the dream with finest of the New York Police Department. Yet that really didn’t surprise her, he always managed to tangle himself up with the deep interlinings of the law, and to her it seemed as if it was a game of give and take, love and hate. Perhaps she could go to her parents, but knowing them they were vacationing in Cabos or somewhere nice and warm, so they didn’t have to deal with there son or there daughter. For they were never there for her growing up, to them throwing money on the problem was an easier fix then actually solving it. For they sent there kids to some random schools, and just let them live in the Bronx. Reasons beyond her, she never rebelled she just did what she was told and found an ease with her best friend, James and her paint brush.
Finally the cab stopped, jolting her awake, Kris gazed out the window and felt a flutter of butterflies roll through her stomach as she managed to get a knot in her throat. What in the world was she doing her? Was James even home, what if he was hosting a party or worse, had a lady over? Yet this was her chance, she had no where else to go and he was her rock, even if it had been three years since they actually held a decent conversation. Time just cruised on by and that was that, she was caught up in the whirlwind of the big city and Jacques that she had no one time to breath but better yet she knew James would be disappointed in little miss Kristina Megan Welsh. The smart girl that never drank in high school and was the valedictorian was now a drug addict that partied when the going got rough but she still managed to graduate at the top of her class, and managed to get a piece of her artwork sold to a top notch museum in the city she grew up in.
Hearing a cough, she shook her head while digging deep in her purse she pulled out forty dollars and shoved it in the direction of the cab driver, who held a stench about him that just plainly revolted her. Stepping out of the cab with her back pack and small duffle bag, she shifted her North Face jacket and adjusted her jeans. Perhaps old habits where coming back, as she nibbled slightly on her fingernails, while her brown eyes pierced the dwelling where James Collins lived. Hearing the taxi drift off in the distance, the snow swirled around her as she managed to gather enough courage to walk up the steps and ring the buzzer. Once the noise rattled in her ears, announcing her arrival she wondered if he would notice her, for her glasses where gone, her hair was now at least six inches longer and he skin was tanned. Now as the long finger pressed the door bell, all Kris could do was wait and pray that the man she fell in love with years ago, and became her best friend, many many moons prior to that would remember her.
