Post by Sienna Holland on Jul 28, 2009 14:57:13 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name :: My name is Sienna Lee Holland. Apparently, Holland used to be a very prestigious name, back in the late 1800’s. It was a symbol of high status in the community and well respected. I think it would have been more of a curse for the people bearing it, but my father is proud of it and is always carrying on about how we must uphold it and crap like that. My middle name is also my mother’s middle name. All the women in her family have the same middle name. My parents are big on tradition I guess. The name Sienna is again my mothers doing, she had a friend who died years ago and her name was Sienna, well they were best friends. I was named in honor of her and I think because have her name mum expects me to be exactly like her. But I’m not and I won’t be.
Nickname :: You Can’t really shorten Sienna so, Sienna it is although I’m not against nicknames.
Age :: I’m Seventeen, Eighteen this year in November and I cannot wait.
Sexuality :: Strictly Straight. I cannot mess with people of the same gender, sorry.
Clique :: I’m always getting told I’m a biof a reble, but whatever.
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance ::Where to start, Well. I’m short as hell. It’s not great; I’d prefer to be tall and lanky like those models but whatever. I’m pale white, it’s a family trait and I suppose I’m what you’d call slim ,I mean there’s no way in hell I’m chubby or fat. At the moment, I don’t have any tattoo’s or needle marks so I’m clean all over, but I have the occasional scar from climbing out of Windows. That’s my basic structure, it’s nothing special but I do look a lot more innocent then I actually am.
Basically, my eyes are incredibly deceptive. I’ve been told looking at them it like looking into a little kid’s eyes, which is great when I want of get out of trouble, I just bat my eye lashes and away we go. My nose is nothing special but it has what is called a ‘ski jump’ off the end of it. I do love my hair, it’s long and I like to leave it curly. Generally I’ll just have it down lose. It ‘frames’ my face nicely.
When it comes to Fashion sense I like to dress fairly feminine. Just because I don’t always act like a girl doesn’t mean I can’t look like one. Of course I’d never turn down jeans and a leather jacket but when push comes to shove, I like dresses. The bottom line is My whole Appearance is deceptive, I look innocent and it’s great when I’m trying to get out of things and trick people, but with looking innocent comes looking young and that is not a bonus at all.
playby :: Miranda Kerr
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality :: To start off, let me just get this off my chest. I have a massive temper. It’s not unusual for me to scream at someone for the stupidest reason. It doesn’t take a lot to set me off and when I am upset I can stay in one of my ‘moods’ for hours at a time. I suppose I hold grudges against people as well, and then again it’s not my fault if they are complete ass holes. My other big issue is that I don’t trust well…anyone actually. Except my dad. I won’t open up to people easily at all, because of this it’s hard to make friends but whatever, who needs them right?
Some people might call me a hard ass, actually I’ve been told I try to hard to be rebellious at times, that’s not how I see it. Basically I will do what I want when I want. If it upsets people I’m not going to apologize, after all it’s my life. I do smoke and drink, so drugs though, that’s just idiotic. I suppose you could call me a bit of a trouble maker and I am an introvert, I’d much rather prefer to spend time by myself then other people. When it comes to relationships, I’m really just not interested. I mean I like guys and sure their fun to mess around and play with but when push comes to shove, their just extra baggage.
Most people have a softer side, I however don’t. There’s no hidden ‘sweetheart’ side. I’m not going to suddenly change and become a pleasant proper young lady around my friends. Basically, the few friends I do have, I’m a complete and utter bitch to. It’s a defense mechanism I guess. The only person I’m nice to is my father, although looks can be deceiving. Apparently I look fairly innocent, that’s not the case at all. Believe me. I’ll try anything once and I have no problem hurting people to get what I want. After all It’s a dog eat dog word out there.
Likes ::
Cigarettes- because nicotine is love
Alcohol- who doesn’t like not remembering what they did the night before?
Men- Give me what girls can’t
Late nights- Night time makes everything more fun
Haunted Houses- Ghosts are always fun
The Ocean- Last place I was with my mom
Dislikes ::
Sunshine- brings more people out doors
People- I just want to shoot most of them
Drugs- it’s not worth
Jocks- the worst kind of person in my opinion
School- all the rules and regulations don’t sit well with me.
Hopes and dreams :: All I want to do is get out of this god forsaken town. I’m sick of the people, the way they look at me. There’s no opportunity here and there’s that stupid rumor about the Myers guy, kinda creepy. I also just want to make my dad proud. More then anything, for his sake I’d like to do something in the medical field that means staying in school though and I’m not such a fan of that. Making him proud would be amazing though.
Strengths :: I’m good at making my own decisions, I don’t give into peer pressure and I’m not easily influenced. When it comes to Deception, I’m a pro. If I need to make someone believe something to get what I want, I can. I suppose that’s another up side, for me at least. I’m not empathetic and it works in my favor, it allows me to be focused on what I want. Speaking of getting what I want, I’ll work hard for it. In no way at all am I a lazy person, pro-active and all that.
Weaknesses :: Okay so it’s no hidden fact that I have anger issue, my temper is a massive weakness. Occasionally there’s some okay people in the world, but my mood normally deters them, it stops me making friends. Not that I have a lot of friends… that’s another area where I lack. My people and social skills could use some serious improvement. I don’t know how to act around people, my manners and quick tongue are very off putting. I also may have a slightly problem with sleeping around with people, which pretty much speaks for it’self.
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Family ::
My father’s name is Callum Ian Holland. He’s 54 this year and works as a mechanic. I really do love my father, he’s blind in his left eye which makes things a bit difficult but he’s the only person I know I can depend on.
My mother’s name is Lynette Annabell Matthews and I haven’t seen her since I was 9. Last I knew she ran off with the postman or some crap like that. Not that it matters she was addicted to almost everything under the sun, my father loved her though. Sometimes I think he still does but we’re better off without her.
Pets :: At one stage we had a cat, Motley, but I think it was run over….
Hometown :: Haddonfeild
Overall history :: I wasn’t born under any special circumstances. Not by far, basically, my father fell in love with my mother because he’s to trusting and she saw him as an easy way out of her financial debt. Ultimately it left him broke as well. When I was born I had to be weaned off a number of drugs, both legal and illegal. My mother, the junkie. From day one I was a daddy’s girl. He protected me form my mother and her sudden outburst of anger, if I ever wanted love and attention I went to him. That’s how it’s always been; he’s always been there for me. When I started school I didn’t fit in with the other kids. I was a tom boy; the other girls thought I was weird because I wanted to play in the mud and be rough. The boys thought I was weird because well basically because I was a girl. I suppose that’s where my nature as a loner started out. From day one I seemed to be an introvert, although in my younger school years I actually put in the effort to work.
As I got older my mother got more and more violent, throwing things, hitting my father, occasionally hitting me if she ran out of things to take her anger out on. Maybe that’s where I developed my tendency to lash out at people. It’s more then likely. I was moodier then most kids should have been at my age. I didn’t have a terrible life, my father loved me and he gave me everything I wanted, even if we couldn’t afford it. I may not have had many friends but I was quite content keeping myself entertained by helping my father out in his workshop. When I was nine, my mother left. She didn’t’ say goodbye, one morning I woke up and she was simply gone. It broke my dad’s heart, but I was vindictive enough even at age to be glad to see the back of her. For a few months things were rough. My father wouldn’t speak to me or anyone else, we lost a lot of money and I became angry. It seemed like my only friend in the world had abandoned me. But I was wrong. By the time my tenth birthday came around, things were back to normal. All picture of my mother had been discarded and she wasn’t mentioned again. It was like she never existed.
By the time I started high school, I was already turning into a ‘pretty young lady’ as my father so politely put it. At fourteen I had an attitude problem, I hated school, I hated being told what to do and I always always fought back. For a while I fell in with a rough crowd, smoking and drinking began my two main hobbies. At such a young age it wasn’t unusual for me come home completely drunk, which you can imagine was a worry for my father. But like everyone else, that group got sick of me and left me on the side of the road. For the next couple of years I picked fights where I could and in general pissed off as many people as possible. I wasn’t popular with anyone, not even the kids who were meant to be like me, but I like it that way. I like my solitude. It’s just me and dad and that’s fine by me.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? ::I’m sorry it’s so shit?
Roleplay example ::I’m going to say that you know howI roll, but if you want one let me know and I can throw one in.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Pey
Age :: sixteen
Contact :: Pm will do fine thanks
How did you find us :: Through Auby & R
Codeword :: Sing me a dream
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