Post by Danielle Charming on Jul 26, 2009 14:27:34 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name :: Don't know me? I'm Danielle Elizabeth Charming.
Danielle (dan-YELL) Hebrew and French origin, meaning "God is my Judge".
Elizabeth (ee-LIZ-a-beth) Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "God's promise; God is my oath".
Charming (chahr-ming) pleasing; delightful: a charming child.
Okay, so you'll notice that my name has a lot to do with dedication to God and is of Hebrew origin. Well...yeah, that was my parents doing. Obviously. I don't particularly fancy my name. And I would change it, I really would, but I just can't.
Nickname :: People call me Danny, or Dan. It sounds like a boys name but I'm so used to it that I just don't mind any more. In fact, I like that nickname.
Age :: I'm 18 going on 19 very soon. My birthday is on the 21st April, which is my favourite month, by the way. I like my age. I'm at the point where I'm free, or at least I like to think so. Legally, I'm an adult and although I still feel young, its a good feeling.
Sexuality :: I'm bi. And proudly so. I go for the best of both worlds. My curiosity got the best of me when I was young and I investigated. I couldn't make up my mind about who I liked the most, so, I decided "why not?".
Clique :: Prep. I'm not all for "labels", but hell, if its what you are, then there's no denying it.
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance :: Let's go from the head down, and then discuss other things.
I have coffee brown hair, in fact, no, cafe mocha. Its so delicious, with a rich brown colour and soft texture, even if my hair is a bit thick. It also matches my eyes, which are a dark chocolate colour. My lips are pretty damn big, and so are my eyes. Those two features of mine are exaggerated and I have to wear make up to tone it down a bit, but some people like it. I don't know, its a bit much for me. My skin is like alabaster, with very little colour. I don't tan very well, and if I do try to tan, I end up looking like a tomato until eventually my skin is just as white as it was before I burned. I am quite slender, due to the fact that I care for myself. I was a skinny kid but I've filled out over the years (we can thanks doughnuts and custardy goods for that!) and I'm actually quite toned with muscle. Yoga, athletics and gymnastics helped with that.
I like brand names. Not Billabong or Nike. No, not that kind of stuff. Gucci, Prada...yes, yum. But that doesn't mean that I actually get to wear them. Okay, so yeah, I like it, but let's be honest. That stuff (censored) is expensive! I wear whatever goes and sometimes enjoy the sales because then I get the clothes for cheaper. I love, love, love jeans. Any type, size, fit. You name it, I'm there. Otherwise, spaghetti strap tops, boob tubes - things that fit my body snug are the things that I like to wear. Although I like to sleep in loose, oversized t-shirts. Sometimes hot pants.
playby :: Anne Hathaway
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality :: Apparently I seem to come off as being quite shy but that's not really true. I have my bad times and become a bit reserved, so don't mistake it for my being shy. At school, yeah, I can be a bit shy. I hate to participate in class and it bothers the hell out of me when I get so nervous to answer that I fumble up thoughts and get the question wrong. I just don't like to speak in front of a crowd of people - it makes me nervous. With my friends I'm a whole other deal. I laugh pretty loudly and I participate in the conversation, sometimes with a dark sense of humour or a light one. Most things can make me smile, even a lame joke. I'm just open minded about it.
Apart from all that, I have my mood swings. Give me a break, I didn't invent hormones. You know that Avril song "I hate it when a guy doesn't understand why a certain time of the month I don't want to hold his hand"? Very, very true. I can be pretty down to earth but if I got out of the wrong side of the bed then the slightest thing can tick me off. If it persists, I just feel like blowing up in someone's face but I try not to. I have a quick temper and although I've been tempted to slap some faces fat, I just have to hold it in. Which has built up on my frustration, and when that **** blows, its gonna be all hell. Especially on my behalf.
Likes :: Balloons. They're just fun and childish.
Bubblegum colours. You know, out of there kind of bright stuff. It makes me feel like I can stand out - to be somebody.
Dalmatian and husky dogs. I love their natures and overall look - so cute!
Music. It sometimes takes my mind off of things, like a way to escape. Also, its just for entertainment.
Comedy movies. When I need a laugh I can always turn to my movies.
Silver. I'm fond of delicate looking things, especially in silver. I don't like chunky jewelry.
Cafe mocha. Its the best thing to have on a cold day. Oh, and vanilla lates are also quite nice.
April. I was born in this month. And the weather is nice.
Christmas Day. Just the feeling I get on this day...it makes me happy.
Other: All baby animals; t.v. programmes like Bones, C.S.I. Las Vegas, Numb3rs; Sony Ericsson phones; teddy bears; dancing; singing; running; posters; hazelnut praline.
Dislikes :: Monkeys. I like them when they're small and cute but the big ones? Please, no.
RnB. Of all the music genres, this is the one I hate the most.
Anime. Its so so, but just not for me.
Pink. Nice colour on other people but sometimes too bright for me. Oh, and orange too.
Lipstick. It makes my lips dry.
Horror movies. Ironic for a town like this, but I can't stand them. The music just kills! Literally!
Dark Chocolate. Its good for energy but I love sugar.
Pain. I have a low pain tolerance.
Reptiles. They freak me out!
Other: Gold; ruby; emerald; red brick houses; army style clothing; anger; distrust; clinging; having the word "love" thrown around like pie; avocados.
Hopes and dreams :: I want to travel to Europe. I really, really do! Paris, Provence, Amsterdam, Dublin. You name it - I want to be there. I want to experience the world first hand, not just off a t.v. screen.
I've always had this fantasy that I'll become a doctor, beautician or chiropractor. Its a bit of an odd assortment but those jobs are attractive.
Strengths :: I can be quite stubborn, which has gotten me out of plenty of difficult situations. It means that I can keep my mouth shut and keep a secret, to protect a friend maybe. It also means that I can keep my head straight - go for the goal and don't get distracted, which also links up to my other strength: focus.
Athletics. I am quite good at running and have won a few medals even in the early stages of my running career. Plus, I like to run. I can work through pain and stress with it. And what I mean by pain is emotional or mental.
Weaknesses :: Confrontations. I can never wrap my head around my shaky anger and my words come out all wrong. I bring up points which I realize just shoot me in the foot, and I never say what I mean to say, if its in the right context or just completely wrong. It just sounds better in my head.
Pain. I can't stand the thing and it always brings me down. I'm talking about physical pain. My threshold for it is so low that you could make me squeal with a pinch. A pinch and tears are in my eyes.
Love. Its my weakness because I'm not all for it. It makes me incompatible with some guys, who want it all from me but I'm just not willing to give. I hide behind a mask of down-to-earth-totally-hard-headed-and-spiteful Danny. I just don't know what love is.
*BACK THROUGH THE PAGES
Family :: My dads name is Dylan Barak and he is a dedicated Jewish man. He is in the construction business, and is 49. My mother is Elizabeth Charming and she's a bit different from my dad. She's Christian. She is a secretary at a local business, you know, answering phones and all that. Right now she's 45. My dads brother (uncle) is Mikael Barak and he is a cardiac surgeon. He's 57 at the moment but still good at what he does. My dads sister (aunt) is Jane Whitford. She is a saleswoman and is 39. My cousin, Jane's daughter, is Judy Whitford. She's my age but she dropped out of school and became a part of a band. My grandmother from my mothers side is Aurora Charming. She's senile and 90 years old. My grandfather, married to Aurora is Charlie Charming. He lives alone whilst his wife is in a home, and is currently 88.
I'm pretty close to everyone in my family, who all have personalities of their own. But we all get along and meet up regularly, not just on holidays. My family all live close to me.
Pets :: I used to have a pitbull name Benji Boi but that was when I was young. I missed BB.
I have a cat named Kitty. She's a siamese and is only 7 years old. I also have a dalmatian puppy named Lisa, but I call her Lisey (lee-c). She is four months old.
Hometown :: Haddonfield, Illinois
Overall history :: My parents didn't know each other very well when I was conceived. My dad had just had his first couple of drinks and was a cheap drunk, let's be honest. My mom? She was looking for a good time. So the two of them hooked up and bam, there I was. They kept in touch, but never married. My mom had full custody of me and my dad got to see me on weekends. That's the way it still works. And since they live so close, I can really go back and forth as I please. My birth wasn't the most rejoiced, in fact I'm sure one of them asked my mom to have an abortion or give me up for adoption. They must have. But I didn't turn out so bad, so they love me. That's just the way it works, I guess. Its not weird at all, I mean, they're family. I love them. You love family, right? At least I got that part right.
Two different cultures, Christian and Jewish. They did clash, believe me. I was raised with both perspectives and I know it sounds weird, but tried to be both at different stages of my life. I never took to religion, much to my parents dismay. In fact, I think they've convinced themselves that secretly I do but don't want to displease either of them. Not true. It just doesn't click with me. But it doesn't matter. They accept me. And anyway, I had the right upbringing. At primary school I never excelled. I failed on my ass but I got to high school and it changed. I got a real wake up call and although my academic foundations were shaky, I picked myself up and A's came flying at me from every direction. I was smart, but I was never nerdy. I worked hard yet kept a balance and my social life blossomed. I got the best of both worlds - especially with Sherry Krowe in the girls bathrooms. Man that girl rocked my world. That was the start of my "bi" life. My parents still don't know and I'm scared to tell them. Hey, maybe they won't mind? Who am I kidding. But then again, at least I wasn't, or am not, a skank. Or try to be.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: Tattoo 1 Tattoo 2
The first tattoo's flower vines grow onto the guns and enter the barrel mouth.
Roleplay example ::Wyatt was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face in his hands with his hair pretty much stacked up all over the place. He slept in long pajama pants in case his daughter walked in in the middle of the night after a bad dream. Usually it was just briefs. He couldn't stand these long things but you had to sacrifice a lot when you had kids. Not that Wyatt regretted her, god knows he'd never regret Katy. Nor did he regret Lily. It didn't pain him to say it because it was just the simple truth. The only thing that truly had hurt him was how suddenly everything just tumbled, unravelling itself as it went. Trying to get to Lily had been like banging your fists up against a brick wall - you were left bruised and with no positive results. Wyatt breathed out, standing up and walking towards his drawers. He hadn't slept at all. He was going with Lily to the BLM. Five hours alone with Lily in the car. He couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Who was going to be set up for the fall?
Once Wyatt was dressed he crept past Katy's room and down the stairs. He skipped the creaking board and carried on with his descent. The house had a crisp taste in the air and he would bet that outside was no better. Sure, it was hot as hell in the afternoons but it was also as cold as anything in the morning. His stetson was by the door, hanging on the rack meant for coats. His old mans cane was hanging on one of the racks. Wyatt hadn't moved it since his father last put it there. He just pulled on his stetson and walked on by, not even giving it a second glance. That's just what he did - ignore it because it never did any use to tumble all of that damn regret in his head.
The light outside on the ranch was fairly sharp despite that it was still the early hours in the morning. None of the horses were in their paddocks, all of them still tucked away in their stalls. They would be moved out later by Billy and Carl, whom would be taking care of the most of the ranch business for the day. Or watch football on his television. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the deep curve of his throat right down to his chest. Rubbing the back of his neck, Wyatt looked down at the ground. Was he really doing the right thing? He would be spending a lot of time with Lily. Did he want that? Did she want that? What was she here for? Maybe he'd ask her - finally pluck up the courage to find out what he was setting himself up for. False hope? The whole situation made him feel insecure.
Wyatt had reached the stables and knelt down beside the tap, running a trickle of water and splashing it onto his face. Turning off the tap, he wiped the excess water off of his face with the back of his long sleeved shirt. It was a light blue. There was no sense in wearing white if he was going to have to tackle a wild stallion into a trailer. When Wyatt stood he suddenly became aware of a faint noise. It sounded like scrubbing but he couldn't figure out how that could be. It hadn't looked as if anyone had set foot in the yard. He thought everyone was still sleeping. Backing up he stood outside of the stables, tipping his hat up a little bit. Well, he wasn't getting a view of what was exactly making the noise, but he got a view of who was making the noise.
Mornin'.
As usual he dropped the g's, his accent indistinctive.
Watcha doin'?
He approached her and despite the twittering in the pit of his stomach, he felt a little strong. Sure, he didn't really know the new her but he had known the old her pretty well. It was unsteady ground but he was putting one foot in front of the other - one teeny, tiny step at a time.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Robyn
Age :: Sweet 16. =]
Contact :: n_robyn@hotmail.com
Don't send me crap. Seriously.
How did you find us :: Advertisement on my own site.
Codeword :: Sing me a dream
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