||. posing for the camera { Shay Anderson

[Shay Anderson]

S hay A mber A nderson
the girl who lives for the camera.

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Yeah. The character deletion serial killer person is back. <3 Miss Renee is going bye-bye for miss Shay. =]

Valkyrie Academy

About The Roleplayer:
Name: Asia. <3
Age: Sixteen. Finally.
Gender: Female.
Years Roleplaying: Eight years too long.
Some Basic Interests: Apparently, deleting characters. xD
Oh.
And Jezzie is pretty cool.

About The Character[/b][/size]
Name: Shay Anderson.
Alias: Shay, Shy.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
School Year: Junior ;; Eleven.
Art Interest: Photography.
Modelling.
Acting.
Originated From: Dublin, Ireland

Parents: Father ;;Shawn Anderson. Forty-nine.
Mother ;; Rachel Anderson. Forty-five.
Siblings: Kelly Anderson ;; Sister. Sixteen.
JT Anderson ;; half-brother. Seventeen.
Rodulphus Crawford ;; brother. Twenty-nine.
Relatives: Xavier Street ;; cousin. Seventeen.
Shannon Street ;; cousin. Seventeen.
Nathan Street ;; cousin. Twenty-one.

Portrayed By: Olivia Wilde.
Picture:
Appearance: For as long as anyone could possibly remember, the media has been the largest influence on mortals today. The current celebrities are the people who set what the “right” sort of appearance should be. In the 1950s, it was Marilyn Monroe with her platinum blonde hair, red lipstick and hourglass shape. During the 1990s, it was the teen stars who rebelled against everything mainstream, and rocked out with their grungy fashions, messy hair and strange make-up. However, as the world began to age, and it soon entered the 2000s, a new phenomenon came into place: body image. For the first time in years, starlets began the crazy diets, and made it a must-have to become thin. As the years passed, this obsession transitioned into the real world, and – eventually – people everywhere were obsessed with being tall, thin, having long hair and dressing like a star. But for someone like Shay Anderson? She couldn’t really have cared less. Couldn’t these people look over the physical, and actually pay attention to how diverse Earth’s population really is?

She was never the person so stunning, that people actually stopped on the street to get a better look at her. However, she had never been cursed enough to be ignored, or stared at, just because she was so painful to look at. This girl never had the unique, high-fashion sort of face like Kate Moss. Nor did she have the classic beauty of Scarlet Johansson. She didn’t even have that look of Paris Hilton that left people wanting more. There were those people all around Valkyrie Academy. She was sad to say that she wasn’t one of them

It had become so common for females these days to define themselves by their hair, it’s astounding. But, really, what kind of girl hates to be commented on her mane? Usually, when you’re describe someone, it’s their hair. You say that she is blonde, or that he has brown hair. You can use your hair to, often, send out the sort of image you’d like to portray. For instance, if you are craving the 1950s sexpot sort of look, you would probably bleach your hair platinum, cut it into a chic bob and attack it with curlers. Maybe you’re after the posh and urban sort of hairstyle, which means a dark color in a long, straight style. Once, actually, internationally famous supermodel Gisele was overheard saying, “Never again [will I cut my hair]. Look at me. I’m famous for my hair and my boobs.” Even so, what kind of girl doesn’t spend time on her hair in the morning? Whether that means straightening it to wits end, spiking it up into a Mohawk or simply adding product, it would be something different for a female to walk out of her house without having done a thing to her hair. In all of the family photographs, Shay Anderson always had a long, flowing mane of dark hair. It became common for people in her “world” to have long hair, cut into a basic style. So, for as long as she could remember, the psychotic woman her mother was ordered her to have such hair. It was like an unwritten rule of her household. Either way, she was never seen without considerable effort put into her hair. Whether that meant straightening it, blowing drying it into a wavy texture, or curling the ends, this Irish girl had her own crown and glory. All girls need one, right?

It is natural for all parents to tell their children how physically attractive they are. Even if that child turns out to be uglier than a puddle of mud. For all of her life, everyone – even strangers – had doted upon her physical beauty. It would be cruel to say that she was strange looking. But she had never achieved that doe-like face that Kate Moss had. It was always, “oh, stunning Shay!” or a wide grin as a greeting, and a soft “lovely miss Anderson.” But, all teenagers are insecure about their looks, right? Even though her family constantly commented on her attractiveness, she could never decide whether she was beautiful or not. She knew that she was nothing difficult to look at, people had even stopped her in the street to comment on her beauty. But was she that new sexy and sultry that so many consider to be the only form of beauty? She couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t.

Since she was young, people had always assumed that she was older than she really was. Although, no one could ever tell her why. There was nothing about her face that made her look more mature. Hadn’t been born into a family of people with defined jaw lines, or prominent foreheads. Both of her parents, in fact, had a youthful glow to them. On her father, Shawn, it reflected his soft presence, and open-ended opinions. On her mother, it had only gave away her obsession with physical appearance and youth. Like she was trying too hard to look twenty again. However, much of her family had the high, sharp cheekbones often associated with age. On Shay, they were fairly defined, and very sharp, giving her an appearance of natural authority. You ould say she was the spitting image of Rachel Anderson, with her soft facial features, sharp cheekbones and sly eyes. The only features she seemed to have inherited from her father were his thin lips and delicate facial structure.

Yet, people still told her she was beautiful.

As insecure as this Irish beauty was, she could never help but gaze at her eyes when she look in the mirror. Like many others, she was fond this part of her body. Her mother, Rachel, had been born with large – almost round – eyes that were the darkest mixtures of browns and blacks anyone had seen in a long time. Her father, Shawn, on the other hand, had inherited his eyes directly from his own father. The narrow, almond shape had been sent down to his oldest daughter, as well. They were also filled with a light, almost eerie blue. But his eyes remained to be empty and lifeless. Like, while he was forming, his eyes had suddenly decided to cease developing and remain without a spark. When she was born, people had been startled to see the exact same trait in Shay’s own eyes. Although bright, and often full of life, her eyes were the one part of her that always seemed to be missing something. Like a large, black hole drawn directly into the middle of a field of daises.

With their long, almond shape and constant glint, her eyes masked everything going on with her. Like a mask she could easily hide behind. Whether that is the emptiness of her father’s eyes, or the expression of her mother’s, looking into her eyes was like looking into a whirlpool. You could never find the answer.


Whether it be the California sun, the tanning salons on every corner, or that new phenomenon of spray-on tan, it is difficult to find a person attending Valkyrie Academy who was not tanned. Sure, a small minority of people were of ethnic backgrounds, giving them a various skin tones. But Shay Anderson was never part of that majority, nor the small minorities. There were a handful of people with skin so pale, it was practically transparent. There were even a few students with the skin tone of streaked sand: tanned, but with large clumps of white. For most of her life, Shay’s skin had been flawless. As a child, it had gone through that terrible phase of constant dryness and rashes. As time passed, and she grew into puberty, she seemed to surprass that awful stage of greasy skin blotched with red, and covered with pimples. To this day, in fact, her flesh looks airbrushed, like in one of her photographs. Genetics or just luck? You decide.

Tell me the truth.
How often do you see a female walking around the Valkyrie Academy campus who wore anything above a size six? The media has always been a huge impact on teenage body image. And the ideal body image today is to be tall and thin with long legs and a flat stomach. More accurately, a size C cup, a twenty-four inch waist and round, but petite hips. In all honesty, who can say they have something like that?

Shawn Anderson had been a tall man, standing at a towering six feet, three inches, with a long and rather lanky body. Her mother was a petite woman, standing at a hair over five feet and with an equally petite body. You know, the sort of body many runway models aspire to one day have. With long, thing limbs, a flat stomach and perky chest. As for her oldest daughter, she seemed to inherited a mixture of her parent’s physiques. At a young age, it was easy to see that Shay was going to be a tall girl. Standing at a common five feet, seven and a half inches, her resemblance to her father seemed to end there. For awhile, her body was a mess of limbs. Nothing seemed to be able to catch up with the other. One day, she could have long legs and big hands, but the next, have an overpowering torso and short arms. Only within the past few years, had her body began to mature and catch up with itself. Her genetic code had been written to inherit her mother’s body. Fitting in with the mass majority of females, there was nothing uncommon about her physique. With a modest-sized chest, and a concave stomach, she didn’t stand out from the crowd. However, with her mile-long legs and curved waistline, she had been given that lanky body best suited for high fashion. Something she liked. Lucky her.

At Valkyrie Academy, the majority of the student body dressed fairly well. In slim cut pants, short skirts and trendy items. A handful of people dressed in skinny pants, black shirts and colored hair. Others wore nothing but sweat pants and sweaters. Some girls only dressed in argyle, pearls and flat shoes. A minority of people draped themselves in black, wore only turtlenecks with fedoras and trench coats. A select few only wear business-esque attire out in public: suits, button down shirts and dress pants. As for Shay Anderson, she had always associated herself with the indie freaks in the corner. The ones who dressed in trendy clothing, but with a geeky twist. Meaning band t-shirts, wristbands and other strange accessories. As a safety net, she began to dress this way too, only with a new twist. Instead of baggy jeans, black t-shirts and converse, she had been forced to give her mother a happy medium with high-fashion choices. Meaning, shorter skirts, soft accessories and spike-heeled shoes. The sort of outfit consisting of cigarette jeans, a grey turtleneck cinched with a wide, black belt and cherry red shoes. She liked the spotlight, after all. And sophisticated but trendy dressing was a way to get it.


Personality:

[+] The Good ;;

ox. mystery will get you noticed.

It is a common thing around Valkyrie Academy not to wear your heart on your shoulder. With the amount of drama, lies and gossip going around, it’s easy to see why. For some people, they simply keep themselves out of trouble, and stay out of the spotlight. But, sometimes, someone can take it just a step to far. They keep themselves shrouded in shadows, having numerous questions constantly surrounding them, and answers never seem to surface. For a long time, Shay Anderson was an open book. Her eyes reflected her emotions. Her movements decided on her mood. And her heart was clearly on her sleeve. As time passed however, she became shrouded in shadows and mystery. The whole nine yards. Meaning the sly smirk and twinkle in the eye instead of a straight answer. The open-ended conversation starters. The soulful gleam in her eyes. She stopped wearing her heart on her sleeve. Her eyes became stony and robotic. And her movements became sleek, sophisticated and careless.

Shay was a secretive girl, there’s no doubt about that. But, add her multiple faces, open-ended questions and knowing smile, and you could call her mysterious. She was the girl without a tarnished past, but enough secrets to make you wonder.

ox. but so will bright lights and boldness.

If there are two things in others that people often admire, it would have to be confidence and attitude. Think about it. If you saw a stranger on the street or at the mall, getting insulted by another, but they were simply standing there with a self-assured smirk and an arched eyebrow, how impressed would you be? In her personal opinion, Shay had always admired the people who were self-assured and confident enough not to let another else push them around. But, you always admire what you aren’t, right? Although hardly confident, and without much of an attitude, this Irish beauty had always been bold. Was never afraid to march up to a stranger to ask them a personal question. Never the one to shy away from a potentially humiliating dare. Once, in fact, when she and her friends had been at a club back in Dublin, she had caught the eye of some stranger. After a few hours of watching the sheepish male half-staring at her, she marched right up to him and kissed him.

Talk about little dignity, right?
Wrong.
Shay has always liked to pride herself in being bold and daring, but with the natural grace “many woman should have.” According to Rachel Anderson, anyways.

ox. whatever happened to modesty anyways?

If there is one thing that vast majority of the world is lacking, it would have to be modesty. Whatever happened to leaving something to the imagination, anyways? Does every girl feel the need to wear a skirt half-way up her ass, and a shirt exposing her entire midriff? Talk about class. Although she had been raised around a workaholic father, mother who lived to party and a younger sister quickly following in her mother’s footsteps, Shay had never been the type to let it all hang out, if you will. After spending countless Saturday nights on the couch, at home and in front of the television, only to see her sister and mother stumble in drunkenly in the middle of the night, something about that entire life turned her off. What was the point anyways? Ever since coming to Valkyrie, California, she had only seen less of this forgotten term of modesty. Modesty, combined with a little mystery and red lipstick – according to every male she knew – was almost always sexier than a barely there miniskirt, cut-off short and stilettos. And every girl likes to be sexy.

Short to say, she was the modest girl of the Anderson family.

[+] The Bad;;

ox. everyone likes attention.

At a young age, she was pushed into the world of life on stage. Meaning countless auditions for small film roles, or commercials. Acting classes, vocal lessons and modelling school. By the time she turned seven, Rachel Anderson had heard enough cooing of her relatives on how beautiful her oldest daughter was. Why not do something about it? As the years passed, Shay definitely got a shot at the limelight. But, really, what girl doesn’t dream of the day she gets to stand in front of a photographer and surrounded by everyone paying total, and complete, attention to her? Seriously. After her first dose of attention, this shy Irish beauty was quickly edging for more. As she’s grown older, Shay had definitely matured in that sense. However, that drug put into her bloodstream all those years ago has stayed, and continues to run strong. In fact, people have stopped her on the street to comment in her apparent need for constant attention; and the fact that she would do almost anything for someone’s undivided attention.

Media whore, much?

ox. but she's too insecure to know when enough is enough.

In life, everyone has insecurities. Whether that be about their physical appearance, personality or career, no one can go through life feeling completely confident in themselves. Even in a community as shallow as Valkyrie, California. Everyone is hiding a secret they are terrified the guy next door will find out. As a teenager, these insecurities can only be worse. Besides the usual blows that life delivers, teenagers have to deal with more things: high school. Parties. The opposite sex. You name it, they have to – alone – deal with it. Although the mass majority of Valkyrie Academy’s female student body has been able to mask these insecurities, there are always a few tadpoles in the pond of frogs. Shay Anderson being one of them. Growing up with a shallow, Hollywood-obsessed mother and an even shallower sister, it was no wonder Shay found herself in cameras for most of her life. As she grew into a teenager, these insecurities only worsened. She had never been the girl who exuberated self-confidence.

Now, things have taken a turn for the worst.
Although in a world where appearance is everything, Shay was never the girl people found confident and sexy. She was the waif-like girl with the doe-like face who stood in front of a camera, looking pretty, for a living. With the combination of all the empty attention she got, the lack of attention from the opposite sex and her habit of being clingy, Miss Anderson grew into a self-conscious, negative girl. So much for self-assured sexiness.

ox. doesn't having no backbone have to play a part?.

At least once in everyone’s life, there is something that they want more than anything in the world. Whether this be a better job, more friends or whatever. At Valkyrie Academy, Shay had seen more and more girls give up their dignity and free will simply for the chance to be seen with the “popular girls”. As time went on, those poor girls seemed to move furthar and furthar from who they had once been. Only to turn into a plastic, blonde mannequin without a backbone. You know the type: would do anything they’re told, will drop everything at a simple, careless request. Throughout her seventeen years of life, Miss Anderson had seen even the strongest, most independent girls drop everything for a shot on the A-list. As for her? Not so much.

In fact, Shay Amber Anderson had been born without much a backbone. Even when she was a child, the wanna-be star toddled around, doing whatever her sister and mother commanded for her to do. As she began to grow, this intensified as her self-esteem continued to plummet as well. To this day, Miss Shay had been the one braving the rain for coffee runs, or dashing from the party to go pick up more of whatever. And it wasn’t even for a social status. Simply because it was obvious. Doormat, much?

[+] The Ugly ;;

ox. the life of modelling

Every once in awhile, there is a competitive, jealous sort of woman born. Except, this particular woman never ends up doing a whole lot with her life. Instead, all of that competitiveness and jealous is transferred into raising her child. Rachel Anderson happened to be one of these women. The woman, like many other “stage moms” had badly bleached hair, wore too much make-up and controlled their daughter’s every move. In this case, her chosen child happened to be her oldest – and “prettiest” – daughter, Shay. What sort of mother doesn’t want her child to shine, anyways? At the age of eight and a half, the Irish beauty was pushed into her first audition, something for a small role in a cereal commercial. As the years passed, however, this middle-aged mother’s obsession with her child’s stardom only increased. Vocal lessons, acting classes and modeling school. Anything and everything she could do to get her daughter to ‘be the best’.

Like many young girls, she had no backbone in the situation. However, once she hit fifteen and was nearly finished puberty, Shay took a whole new look on this “lifestyle” her mother had set up for her. There was something inside her that felt special when she was in front of a camera, an eager photographer taking photos of her so she looked beautiful. Call it becoming shallow. As time continued to pass, the Irish teenager became more focussed on the world of modeling. Although she didn’t have much of a career, the odd photoshoot that she did get made her soar.

ox. and the life of wanting attention.

As we all know, every girl likes to be noticed. Whether that be complimented by a friend, hit on by the opposite sex or simply stared at, it was obvious most female’s like attention. For Shay Anderson, that attention was the thing that shaped her entire life. The fake, empty attention she got from photographers, stylists and the odd magazine interviewer made her only crave more. But, the lack of attention she got from friends or the opposite sex had a negative effect on her. As she continued to model, the attention only increased. Model agency representatives became more aggressive in getting the young girl to embody their products. Compliments from photographers increased. Her wardrobe doubled in size. She was living the life many little girls could only dream about. Yet, why was she so unhappy? Shay Amber Anderson had transformed into someone who lived for someone else’s attention and approval. Even the half-assed, empty interest she got from everyone in the modeling world. Maybe, deep down, she was like everyone else? The lonely, insecure girl only wishing she had friends and a boyfriend. With positive, yet negative, attention and negative attention from everyone else, she became hungry for more. The sort of hungry that pushed people to do outrageous things just to be looked at.

Another screwed-up teenager.
Something Valkyrie Academy really needs.

Likes: + long walks in the rain.
+ getting paid attention to.
+ stability.
+ a camera lens.
+ being noticed - and remembered.
+ trust.
+ modelling.
+ being complimented.
+ swimming during a storm.
+ being admired.
+ the media.
+ indie lifestyles.

Dislikes: - being ignored.
- not leaving an impression on someone.
- no attention.
- being insulted.
- seeing people fight.
- judgement.
- people insulting her friends.
- being unstaged.
- and humiliated.
- not being remembered.

Flaws:

• cares too much what others think.
  
• does too much for attention.
  
• would do anything for a photographer.
  
• is quite two-faced.
  
• has little self esteem.
  

Secrets:

• is bi-sexual.
  
• actually likes her inner-freak.
  
• and hanging around the school geeks.
  
• has slept around just for modelling jobs.
  
• doesn't have much of a backbone.
  

Living Situation: The Valks.
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[Shay Anderson]

History: Let’s all face it, shall we?
We live in a world of media-obsessed, shallow fucked-up bitches. No matter how much we could deny it, if you look down deep, we all realize what we truly are. I don’t giving a flying bat if you’re the sweetest, kind-hearted person on Earth, you’re still shallow, nosy and bitchy. The first step in fixing a problem is admitting that you have a problem. How many people have really done that? People either ignore the problem, and continue on their shallow, fucked-up ways, or they deny anything to do with such a lifestyle and continue to try to do “the right thing”. In recent years, this problem has only increased. People are increasingly ignoring their own lives, picking up trashy magazines and rotting their brains with celebrity gossip, impossible body images and the latest on Britney’s turmoil life and custody battle for her children. Do we really need all of this? In Shay Amber Anderson’s opinion, no one did. Britney’s just a person, after all. And countless people have gone through life crisises, mental breakdowns and custody battles. But this one – and Brad and Angelina’s newest fight – is on the cover of the modern day bible: Us Weekly, Life and Style, People and Cosmopolitan. But, who else shared similar views? Sure as hell wasn’t the other females in her home life: her sister, Kelly nor her mother, Rachel.

How many stories do you hear about those psychotic mothers and their messed-up little daughters? You know the scenario. Where the mother has badly bleached hair, wears too much make-up and still wants to be involved in Hollywood. Luckily, that is where the adorable little daughter comes in. Beauty pageants, commercial auditions and catfights. Oh, the life of a Hollywood wanna-be. When it came to the case of Shay Anderson, her mother was similar to these stereotypical “stage moms”. Her hair, however, was a long, cedar-wood color and thick as can be. Her make-up was natural and enhanced her natural beauty. However, she fit the category of wanting to be involved in – oh, what were her exact words? – “something bigger.” Yeah.

What child has much of a say in what they do during their childhood? If your parents want you to take swimming lessons, you take swimming lessons. If dancers run in your family, you can bet you’ll be in ballet classes before you can walk properly. Maybe your father has always wanted a musician in the family, so you take violin or piano lessons. Perhaps your mother aspires for her child to become a gymnist or cheerleader, sign me up for the gymnastics class! But for the Anderson clan? Shawn Anderson never had much of a chance in his children’s childhoods. From the baby Rachel abandoned when they were sixteen and twenty, to their two daughters nearly a decade later. Since he worked so much, it was his wife who got to choose her daughter’s social activities as children. For Shay? It was everything she could possibly think of. Acting classes, vocal lessons and modeling school starting at age seven. While Kelly seemed to remain forgotten, the brunette Irish girl had the majority of her mother’s attention growing up. What child doesn’t love that? Miss Shay seemed to be one of them.

For as long as she could remember, Shay had always been quiet and shy. She shied away from the curious classmates inhibiting her kindergarten class, and hid at the back of the classroom during elementary school. So, how would such a child react in suddenly being pushed into this new, media-obsessed world? At the beginning, nothing agreed with the young girl. The arrogance of many of the other girls. The competitiveness over ever. Even the obsessions with such trivial things seemed useless to the artistic female. Who cared if you won some pointless beauty pageant? All that proved was that you looked good in big hair, too much make-up and ugly smiles. Oh, and that you could put up with looking like a possessed Barbie doll. Definitely not something Shay had ever wanted. She never played with dolls when she was younger, so why the hell would she want to look like one?

As the years continued to pass, everything seemed to be getting more and more out of control.

As a doctor, Shawn Anderson’s time was taken up by hospital patients and emergency surgeries. With such an unlimited amount of leisure time, Rachel Anderson spent the hours shopping, getting manicures and gossiping obnoxiously on the house telephone. In fact, a memory of when Shay was barely four stood out in her mind:

It was a sunny morning, she knew that much. The sort of day that would remain light until dinner time, and not a cloud would streak across the periwinkle-blue of the vast, Irish sky. The sort of day that, while remained beautiful outside, could potentially destroy someone’s entire life. She had been sitting mindlessly in their small home’s living room, pretending to read a book upside down. Kelly had been down for her nap. Her mother was supposed to be watching both of the toddlers, but where was she? The young Shay had been looking around for nearly ten minutes before her mother finally barged through the front door, yelling something awful, and with her husband yelling in after her. What they had been fighting about – this time – she never figured out, only that it was frightening to see the powerful surgeon lose his temper. From that day on, in fact, she rarely saw her father at all. Except for random times during the early morning, or just as she was getting tucked into bed by Rachel, Shawn became foreign in her life. And, for awhile, she didn’t know why. Only because, according to her mother, “daddy was saving more and more lives.” But, really, what four year-old doesn’t believe everything her mother says? Actually, for the next eight years, she believed her mother. About everything. Where she was disappearing to every night, why her father was scarcely around, and why her social life was given-up for a life in front of the camera.

Shortly after her twelfth birthday, her entire life was turned upside down. How, you might ask? Simple. Simply through exploring the family albums and other memories stashed around their home. By this time, Shay Anderson had long grown used to her own, and her parent’s, chaotic lifestyles. She hadn’t really seen her father for longer than an hour in over two years, and rarely saw her mother now. Since, she knew, shopping, gossiping and getting manicures can grow very old, very fast. These days – as far as she knew – Rachel Anderson spent her afternoons reading magazines and getting her hair done, and then disappearing before making dinner for her two daughters to hit the latest nightclub in downtown Dublin. Some of her friends seemed shocked at her independent lifestyle, but who would know any better? Shay had, for the most part, raised herself, and was accustomed to such a way of life. Same with her younger sister, Kelly.

During one of the Thursday nights her mother had been gone since she was home from school, and her father was working at the hospital, the young brunette finally decided to dig into the history of her family. Breaking the few photo albums, and other memorabilia, she spent the next two or three hours on the living room floor, surrounded by photographs and birth certificates. Who knew a family could be so…boring.

Her long, lithe body lounging lazily on the floor of their large living room, Shay’s blue eyes continued to scan the scattered photographs in one of the few albums sitting in their office. One of her parent’s wedding day…a few from their high school days…Kelly’s baby pictures…a few of Shay as a toddler…a couple of Shay performing during talent shows. What kind of family doesn’t have any interesting secrets? Hers, apparently. Wrinkling her dainty nose at the sour thought, the twelve-year old finally threw the brown photo album to the side, and pried open the small, wooden box buried deep at the bottom of the box of family history.

It was a birth certificate. Dating back nearly thirty years.
The only thing she recognized on the yellowing paper was her last name, and her father’s curly signature at the bottom of the certificate. What the fuck?

Unfortunately, the young girl never found any furthar evidence of this unknown family member of hers. Only that birth certificate, and new-born photo, she had stolen and hided in a box at the top of her closet. What kind of person dwelled on such an unknown – and one she wasn’t even alive to witness – past, anyways? Certainly not the daughter of Rachel Anderson, so beautiful and talented; according to a local talent agent, anyways. As the months passed, and Shay began to mature and develop into puberty, she soon understood the angle her busybody mother was coming from.

At fourteen, the more the girl looked in the mirror, the more she began to like herself. When she was in the sixth and seventh grades, like many other girls, Shay was self-conscious about her appearance. Girls were beginning to develop, grow into more womanly figures and wear more stylish clothing and make-up. Cliques were beginning to form. The ones who focussed their energy on schoolwork, and allowed their mothers to still dress them. The ones who lived for sports, and allowed their attire to reflect that. And then there were the other girls: the ones who got highlights, wore too much make-up and squeezed into provocative clothing. Really, who wouldn’t feel insecure around such…buxom blondes? Even growing up where the majority of her mother’s “friends” were wanna-be Playboy bunnies, the young girl felt insecure and unconfident. But in the eight grade? She seemed to mature, and grow out of that phase. Maybe she was as beautiful has the talent agents always told her. Maybe she was as photogenic as the amateur photographers complimented. Maybe she didn’t need to become like all of those other girls in the media-esque business: with badly dyed hair, plastic surgery and mountains of make-up. Maybe she really was modeling material.

Her voice was next to awful, and her acting skills were nothing to be jealous of. But standing in front of a camera and looking enviously beautiful? She liked that and was, apparently, good at it.

Who cared who this mysterious family member was?
Who cared if her parent’s constant fighting led to their divorce, and losing her mother and sister?
Who even cared if she had a new, unknown brother?

When she had been four, and her parent’s had their first major fight, her father finally told both her and Kelly what it had been about. Apparently, when they were engaged, Rachel had quite the affair with some mystery man in England, and becoming pregnant. Besides wondering how a woman could hide nine months of pregnancy from her fiancé, Shay never spoke on the subject once more. Her mother had abandoned Shawn to marry that mystery man. Had taken Shay’s younger sister. Her mother had abandoned her first child, at sixteen, because she found him ugly. For the first time in a long time, the amateur model had gained perspective. Rachel Anderson had turned her oldest daughter from shy, day dreaming toddler and turned her into a needy, attention-wanting media-slut. Who cared anymore?

Shortly after the Anderson’s divorce was finalized, Shawn moved his remaining child to America with him. Valkyrie, California. Home of the shallow, the slutty and the stuck up. Why, Shay should fit right in. She was shy and artistic, but bold and…adventurous. After all, she had a hefty portfolio of professionally taken photographs, had invitations to Hollywood-esque events. And what did everyone else have? The hottest boyfriend and the best gossip? Oh please. What is this? Laguna Beach? Yeah, not so much. Until, she discovered a secret. Something she had hidden in the box at the top of her closet five years previous: that photo and birth certificate.

Was it coincidence that there was a teacher here with the same name?
Or that her new siblings lived in Valkyrie as well?
She needed drama in her life, after all. What was a good model’s life without a little…zest? Maybe a few affairs. Perhaps some hard partying.

She lived for the camera, after all.


For The Valkyrie Academy Admin:

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Read the Rules?: Too many times to count.
Name One You Liked: Large signatures are like, so 2005.
What Makes Your Character Different From The Rest?: She's not like you. =] and is one of many faces.
Roleplaying Sample: Dur, no.
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[Shay Anderson]

<sub>Blah, blah blah. Swapping her for Renee. I love it.

Accepted. <3</sub>