Post by elizabeth anderson on Jun 14, 2009 22:27:34 GMT -5
AND ELIZABETH, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES liz, lizzy
BIRTHDAY December 16th, 20
GENDER female
SEXUALITY heterosexual
FACE CLAIM leighton meester
MEMBER GROUP college student
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]music
guitar
piano
flute
starbucks
dancing
night
reading magazines
gossip
doing her hair
doing her nails
shopping
DISLIKES
goodie goodies
rude people
different people
her father being dead
life being hard
PERSONALITY
bitchy
independent
smart
committed
brave
strong
"two face"
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SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION college student/ starbucks worker!
FAMILY
father: Daniel Anderson, passed
mother: Bianca Jagger-Anderson, alive
step father: Peter Jagger, alive
HISTORY
When she was born, her mother and father loved her baby girl to death, she was everything they could have hoped for and more. She loved them and they loved her. Her family was happy, they usually went out walking late at night, hand in hand, just merely thriving as a perfect picture. The happiness soon grew as Daniel Anderson struck oil and diamonds in mines, making the Anderson family pretty damn rich.
But soon, the happy family that lived in London came to an end. Her father was murdered when they were visiting a town. It was hard on the family, everything was hard for them. They moved from London to Kansas, changing lifestyles and everything. Elizabeth wasn't the same little girl she was before, now she was different, now she became a bitch sore about the whole killing of her father and it only got worse in a matter of hands, her mother remarried to a man named Peter Jagger, a man that merely didn't keep his fingers to himself...
But everything turned better until she found her perfect man, his name is Aaron Terrace.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE 16
EXPERIENCE2-3 years
TIME ZONEeastern
CONTACTe-mail/pm
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Viviana had another fight with her father this morning. She could never have her life to herself at times. Now and days, her and her father fought more which scared her sibling some. Her brother wis 16, of course they were scared if her and her father were fighting. It was rather unusual of course. Ever since her mother died, her father had gone crazier and crazier from the passing years. It seemed like Viviana was about to put him into a Asylum soon if he didn't get his act together. Viviana was legal now, meaning she was an adult, she was nineteen for gods sake and yet her father treats her like some child. She is not a child, she is an adult. Her father couldn't seem to accept it.
Her mother died when she was 6 years old, her brother was three. The rumors of her mother and her murderer were never ending. The rumors went down as her mother cheated on her father with another man, of course they didn't know the real story. This was truly an insane and addicted man that wanted Viviana and her mother. The man believe Viviana was his daughter and that her mother should be with him. He had gotten crazy that night, he had a gun of course and Viviana was sleeping in her bed while these events went on.
When she heard a noise she woke up and of course saw the man, he came towards her, her mother jumped and well his finger slipped and got killed right before Viviana's eyes. Of course, the police had made it right on time to get him after her mother was dead. Viviana knew she saw her mother died, it was a horrible experience but she learned how to deal with it in time. She became what her mother couldn't do, Viviana learned to be the mother for her sibling and thats what she had been doing ever since then. She learned how to take care of her family and thats all she had been doing.
Sometimes when she wanted to get away, she would get the guitar and just start playing her hearts desired. It helped her ease herself when she was angry and it always helped her. Her art was also something she did when she wanted to relax. She liked relaxing, she like to feel the serenity inside of her. She looked up and closer her eyes and just let the music take her away. That's all she wanted to do, was to get away from everything and everyone. She hated fighting with her father, he was starting to get violent, throwing things and such. Luckily, he hadn't hit her yet but it was only a matter of time before he hit her by accident if he threw something.
She loved painting though, it was something she loved to death. She started with art when she was 6, it helped her deal with her mother's death, even writing some poems when she was a little more older helped her. But she felt like she was alone for now, she had no one to talk to about this thing, she liked to avoid it so she wouldn't cry. That was one thing you couldn't make Viviana do. She would never cry and if she did, then it would be really really bad. She had a strong character, she was brave and she knew how to stick up and be independent.
She was laying on the bench, merely relaxing by the pool area. She had a drawing notebook in her hands with a pencil in one hand as she drew the pool. It was empty at the moment, it looked like it was going to rain today but that didn't stop Viviana from coming here, she liked to look at the pool, even swim in it. But right now she was just drawing, relaxing. She just hoped nothing wrong would happen...
Her mother died when she was 6 years old, her brother was three. The rumors of her mother and her murderer were never ending. The rumors went down as her mother cheated on her father with another man, of course they didn't know the real story. This was truly an insane and addicted man that wanted Viviana and her mother. The man believe Viviana was his daughter and that her mother should be with him. He had gotten crazy that night, he had a gun of course and Viviana was sleeping in her bed while these events went on.
When she heard a noise she woke up and of course saw the man, he came towards her, her mother jumped and well his finger slipped and got killed right before Viviana's eyes. Of course, the police had made it right on time to get him after her mother was dead. Viviana knew she saw her mother died, it was a horrible experience but she learned how to deal with it in time. She became what her mother couldn't do, Viviana learned to be the mother for her sibling and thats what she had been doing ever since then. She learned how to take care of her family and thats all she had been doing.
Sometimes when she wanted to get away, she would get the guitar and just start playing her hearts desired. It helped her ease herself when she was angry and it always helped her. Her art was also something she did when she wanted to relax. She liked relaxing, she like to feel the serenity inside of her. She looked up and closer her eyes and just let the music take her away. That's all she wanted to do, was to get away from everything and everyone. She hated fighting with her father, he was starting to get violent, throwing things and such. Luckily, he hadn't hit her yet but it was only a matter of time before he hit her by accident if he threw something.
She loved painting though, it was something she loved to death. She started with art when she was 6, it helped her deal with her mother's death, even writing some poems when she was a little more older helped her. But she felt like she was alone for now, she had no one to talk to about this thing, she liked to avoid it so she wouldn't cry. That was one thing you couldn't make Viviana do. She would never cry and if she did, then it would be really really bad. She had a strong character, she was brave and she knew how to stick up and be independent.
She was laying on the bench, merely relaxing by the pool area. She had a drawing notebook in her hands with a pencil in one hand as she drew the pool. It was empty at the moment, it looked like it was going to rain today but that didn't stop Viviana from coming here, she liked to look at the pool, even swim in it. But right now she was just drawing, relaxing. She just hoped nothing wrong would happen...
