Post by Wednesday Black on Mar 11, 2007 16:53:56 GMT -5
[about yourself]
Name: Jessie, but you can call me Wednesday
Age:15
Contact: PM please. If not possible, you can email me at: count-the-stars@hotmail.com
[your character]
Celebrity representation: Alexis Bledel
Name: Wednesday Claire Black
Career: Journalist; working currently for Vogue
Age: Nineteen
Likes: Alcohol
Partying
Nighttime
Running
Love
Boys
Fashion
Clothes
Ponytails
Jeans
Pools
Salt
Books
Spiders
Eating
Dislikes:
Sports
Posers
Dresses
Storms
The sun
Purses
School
Bugs
Snakes
Flaws: She is sometimes rude
Her mouth gets her into trouble
She’s a bit to conceited
She doesn’t like admitting she’s wrong
She’s too sensitive on the subject of her mother
She drinks too much
Fears: Car Accidents
Tornados
Snakes and Bugs
Hurricanes
Bombs
Terrorists
Secrets: Her mother was once a prostitute
She fell in love with her best friends brother in fifth grade
She once spit on the owner of the Bellagio Casino in Las Vegas
For her best friends brothers’ eighteenth birthday, she gave him a lap dance
Appearance: Wednesday has gorgeous pale skin and a creamy complexion. She doesn’t tan very easily, and she dislikes that. Having bright blue eyes that are relatively large is a plus. They are always wide with excitement or fury. Wednesday has a slim figure, a few lean muscles in her calves and a flat belly from running track. She has sleek, black hair that seems to look brown in the sunlight. Wednesday’s hair is naturally curly, big, bouncy curls, that is. She is known to straighten her hair consistently, though. Having full, pouty pink lips that boys trip over, Wednesday looks very kissable. She has average sized breast, a Cup Size C, and has only a few, noticeable curves. In all, she is pretty, but not anything special.
Personality: Wednesday is generally the type of girl who will burst out laughing at something that happened yesterday. She has a bubbly personality, not so much preppy, but more of a happy-go-lucky way of life. Speaking up for herself and her friends, Wednesday isn’t afraid to say what is on her mind. She has a rather blunt way about her, and is perfectly incapable of using sarcasm. Wednesday’s mouth sometimes gets her in trouble, and her bluntness comes off as rude and disrespectful.
Although Wednesday grew up around her younger, irresponsible mother, she had always taken the time to speak correct English, and be well educated. Wednesday doesn’t enjoy arguments or shouting, but if impossible, she will let lose a string of vicious insults, usually all true. She is rarely ever mean, except to those that are horrid to her. Wednesday treats others with respect, and tries to make friends with just about everyone.
Rarely sad or down, Wednesday is upbeat most of the time. However when she is blue, she tends to wallow in self-pity and ends up with so much alcohol in her system, it is a surprise she doesn’t have to have her stomach pumped. When angry, Wednesday makes the old rhyme, ‘Red-heads have the fiercest temper’ way off track. She blows, much like a volcano, and attacks, verbally, anyone near her. Wednesday doesn’t believe in forgiving in forgetting, and once you’ve made it on her bad list, it is seldom that you’ll ever come off. Overall, make her mad and she’ll make your life worse than ever imaginable.
History: Oh, what mother is her right mind would name her daughter after the treacherous girl from The Adams Family movie? But that is just it, Wednesday’s mother, Kara, was not in her right mind when she decided to give birth to this slightly messed up child. Kara was impregnated when she was just 14 years old. For nine month she had carried Kara inside her stomach, until one day Kara’s mother, who was at the time caring for her, had driven her to the hospital. Just a day after Independence Day, a Wednesday to be exact, Wednesday, ironically enough, was born into this world.
Wednesday had no father. Her mother, as expected, was knocked up by a young man from her high school. It could be said that Wednesday suffered nothing at all by this lack, but that would be lying. Just Wednesday’s first Christmas, Kara decided to finish her schooling, and left her daughter in the care of her grandmother. It all went fine, Kara left for her sophomore year in the morning, her grandmother would care for her during the day, and then Kara would come home in the afternoon and ignore her daughter. It was no surprise when Wednesday’s grandmother threatened to kick Kara out if she didn’t start paying attention to Wednesday. The way that her mother responded was, well, out of the ordinary.
As Kara was finishing high school, at eighteen years old, Wednesday, being but two years old, was taken away from her home. Kara packed all of her and Wednesday’s belongings and took off with her savings for college. They went across the country, to Manhattan, New York. Wednesday’s mother had always been one to want glamour in her everyday life, and she had lost her money after living on it for a full two years. During that time, Kara did nothing but sit at home, splurge on ice cream, and watch her daughter grow up until she turned four. After her fourth birthday, Wednesday’s mother had begun to realize that her saving were running low. And that was when Kara decided to go back to work.
Until Wednesday was fifteen, Wednesday knew nothing of her mother’s career, assuming she had one. Her mother had always told her that she was a waitress, but Wednesday wasn’t stupid, she knew that the obscene, very *friendly* personty clothing her mother possessed was not dress code for a classy restaurant. Her mother had then, since Kara was ten, taken up working at night, and what better way to solve a mystery than to do it yourself?
So, on one fateful night, Wednesday followed Kara to a club: A strip club. Wednesday went home a cried her eyes out, it was not every day that you found out your mother was a hooker. She didn’t mention anything, and went through her first two years of high school silent as a grave. When Wednesday was just 16 years old, a sophomore, her mother met an older man. Not just any man: one of the wealthiest men on the East Coast. It is simple to say that her mother fell in love, the man, her new stepfather, and she got married just five months later. There became the start of Wednesday’s pampered, glamorous life.
Word: MammaMia
Name: Jessie, but you can call me Wednesday
Age:15
Contact: PM please. If not possible, you can email me at: count-the-stars@hotmail.com
[your character]
Celebrity representation: Alexis Bledel
Name: Wednesday Claire Black
Career: Journalist; working currently for Vogue
Age: Nineteen
Likes: Alcohol
Partying
Nighttime
Running
Love
Boys
Fashion
Clothes
Ponytails
Jeans
Pools
Salt
Books
Spiders
Eating
Dislikes:
Sports
Posers
Dresses
Storms
The sun
Purses
School
Bugs
Snakes
Flaws: She is sometimes rude
Her mouth gets her into trouble
She’s a bit to conceited
She doesn’t like admitting she’s wrong
She’s too sensitive on the subject of her mother
She drinks too much
Fears: Car Accidents
Tornados
Snakes and Bugs
Hurricanes
Bombs
Terrorists
Secrets: Her mother was once a prostitute
She fell in love with her best friends brother in fifth grade
She once spit on the owner of the Bellagio Casino in Las Vegas
For her best friends brothers’ eighteenth birthday, she gave him a lap dance
Appearance: Wednesday has gorgeous pale skin and a creamy complexion. She doesn’t tan very easily, and she dislikes that. Having bright blue eyes that are relatively large is a plus. They are always wide with excitement or fury. Wednesday has a slim figure, a few lean muscles in her calves and a flat belly from running track. She has sleek, black hair that seems to look brown in the sunlight. Wednesday’s hair is naturally curly, big, bouncy curls, that is. She is known to straighten her hair consistently, though. Having full, pouty pink lips that boys trip over, Wednesday looks very kissable. She has average sized breast, a Cup Size C, and has only a few, noticeable curves. In all, she is pretty, but not anything special.
Personality: Wednesday is generally the type of girl who will burst out laughing at something that happened yesterday. She has a bubbly personality, not so much preppy, but more of a happy-go-lucky way of life. Speaking up for herself and her friends, Wednesday isn’t afraid to say what is on her mind. She has a rather blunt way about her, and is perfectly incapable of using sarcasm. Wednesday’s mouth sometimes gets her in trouble, and her bluntness comes off as rude and disrespectful.
Although Wednesday grew up around her younger, irresponsible mother, she had always taken the time to speak correct English, and be well educated. Wednesday doesn’t enjoy arguments or shouting, but if impossible, she will let lose a string of vicious insults, usually all true. She is rarely ever mean, except to those that are horrid to her. Wednesday treats others with respect, and tries to make friends with just about everyone.
Rarely sad or down, Wednesday is upbeat most of the time. However when she is blue, she tends to wallow in self-pity and ends up with so much alcohol in her system, it is a surprise she doesn’t have to have her stomach pumped. When angry, Wednesday makes the old rhyme, ‘Red-heads have the fiercest temper’ way off track. She blows, much like a volcano, and attacks, verbally, anyone near her. Wednesday doesn’t believe in forgiving in forgetting, and once you’ve made it on her bad list, it is seldom that you’ll ever come off. Overall, make her mad and she’ll make your life worse than ever imaginable.
History: Oh, what mother is her right mind would name her daughter after the treacherous girl from The Adams Family movie? But that is just it, Wednesday’s mother, Kara, was not in her right mind when she decided to give birth to this slightly messed up child. Kara was impregnated when she was just 14 years old. For nine month she had carried Kara inside her stomach, until one day Kara’s mother, who was at the time caring for her, had driven her to the hospital. Just a day after Independence Day, a Wednesday to be exact, Wednesday, ironically enough, was born into this world.
Wednesday had no father. Her mother, as expected, was knocked up by a young man from her high school. It could be said that Wednesday suffered nothing at all by this lack, but that would be lying. Just Wednesday’s first Christmas, Kara decided to finish her schooling, and left her daughter in the care of her grandmother. It all went fine, Kara left for her sophomore year in the morning, her grandmother would care for her during the day, and then Kara would come home in the afternoon and ignore her daughter. It was no surprise when Wednesday’s grandmother threatened to kick Kara out if she didn’t start paying attention to Wednesday. The way that her mother responded was, well, out of the ordinary.
As Kara was finishing high school, at eighteen years old, Wednesday, being but two years old, was taken away from her home. Kara packed all of her and Wednesday’s belongings and took off with her savings for college. They went across the country, to Manhattan, New York. Wednesday’s mother had always been one to want glamour in her everyday life, and she had lost her money after living on it for a full two years. During that time, Kara did nothing but sit at home, splurge on ice cream, and watch her daughter grow up until she turned four. After her fourth birthday, Wednesday’s mother had begun to realize that her saving were running low. And that was when Kara decided to go back to work.
Until Wednesday was fifteen, Wednesday knew nothing of her mother’s career, assuming she had one. Her mother had always told her that she was a waitress, but Wednesday wasn’t stupid, she knew that the obscene, very *friendly* personty clothing her mother possessed was not dress code for a classy restaurant. Her mother had then, since Kara was ten, taken up working at night, and what better way to solve a mystery than to do it yourself?
So, on one fateful night, Wednesday followed Kara to a club: A strip club. Wednesday went home a cried her eyes out, it was not every day that you found out your mother was a hooker. She didn’t mention anything, and went through her first two years of high school silent as a grave. When Wednesday was just 16 years old, a sophomore, her mother met an older man. Not just any man: one of the wealthiest men on the East Coast. It is simple to say that her mother fell in love, the man, her new stepfather, and she got married just five months later. There became the start of Wednesday’s pampered, glamorous life.
Word: MammaMia
