Post by ruby8 on Mar 26, 2010 17:42:36 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
i'm a thousand miles away
but girl, tonight you look so pretty
times square can't shine as bright as you
i swear it's true[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: sloane euphoria mccarthy[/font]
NICKNAMES: effy
GENDER: female
AGE: seventeen
GRADE: senior
ART INTEREST: art
PLAYBY: emily didonato
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: american, heavy irish influence[/font]
HAIR COLOR: brunette
EYE COLOR: icy blue
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 117lbs
BODY TYPE: slender, toned, fit
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: she's known for her lips and eyes
PERSONAL STYLE: i'd like to think that i'm an easy going girl when it comes to clothing. face it, i get paid to wear clothes whether i prefer them or not. but hey, we all get picky over something right? i like clothes that fit me. i know i have a decent body and i'm not shy to showing it off on occasion. shorts, tank tops, skirts, basically anything that i like i'm willing to put on my body. i won't touch things i don't like unless i'm paid to wear them.
OTHER: none
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: driven, motivated, photogenic, independent, confident.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: self-conscious, catty, struggling academically.
LIKES: cameras, modeling, acting, dancing, clubs, hair, makeup, her body as a whole, music, lights, shopping, manicures, pedicures, family, men, flirting, having a good time, beaches, tanning, vacations.
DISLIKES: school, grades, books, reading, exams, anything class related, snobs, bitchy models, perverted photographers, lightning, being forced to do something she doesn't want to do, having her independence taken from her.
FLAWS: especially catty when she doesn't get her way, has a learning disability.
HABITS: flips her hair, lights up in front of a camera.
SECRETS: i do in fact admire what my new 'brother' has gone through, even if he bugs the hell out of me.
BEST MEMORY: the day i signed by first big label contract.
WORST MEMORY: my parent's telling me that i couldn't drop out and had to at least pass otherwise i'd be forced to stop modeling, all in the same sentance.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: hmm, what makes up my personality? first of all i am a confident human being. a lot of people don't like that about me. they consider me to be cocky when that is not always the case. i'm sure of myself and more than that i'm aware of myself. a lot of people just don't know how to handle that. my sense of self confidence does not always make me just some raging bitch, though i will confess to having a temper from time to time. but since the entire world's population does not seem to have confidence anymore, they mistake it for being a sense of bitchiness. i have to say that i'm better than that petty crap most of the time. come on, no one's a saint. the reality of it is that my looks are all i have as it stands. i'm not shy about that fact. i know i'm not some super brillant wanna be corporate monster that my parents would like me to be. i blame my reading disorder for that.
in middle school i was diagnosed with a reading disorder. don't ask me what they all mean but i believe the way my mother worded it was that i had a "cocktail of reading disabilities." basically i have a severe form of dyslexia as well as problems with reading comprehension. this basically means that it takes me forever to read something and i'm no stranger to jumbling words. on top of that i have something newly diagnosed as sythopina which is basically when i look at a letter and it transforms into different letters making my answers and everything else i write wrong. i'm just super bad with words and letters. on the plus side, i speak like a normal human being. i can learn anything as long as it's not described to me on paper. give me a recording with directions on it, teach me face to face, hell even give me a pop up picture book and i can learn anything. just don't give me letters because i hate them. i don't like feeling stupid and as such, i really, really, adamantly and with a passion...hate school. i mean i really do. more than other rebellious and anxsty teenagers. they sit in a classroom miserable because they'd rather be out partying or whatnot. i'm miserable because the last thing i want is for kids to see how much i struggle. often times i have to act out in class and get "detentions" just so i can take tests after school. i mean i get one, i sit there with the papers in front of my face and i go through it like all of the other students, but i can never understand what's on the paper. my parents have understood this and ask that it be hidden from my peers but my teachers all seem to understand. as long as it's not a personal imposition to them, they let me 'look' at the test during class, and actually have it read to me after school during what would be a detention.
of course i don't like any of it. i'd rather have the freedom to just get out of school at the end of the day, hop in my car and go do something fun, but a lot of times it just doesn't work out that way. which is why i'd much rather be home schooled. i think it would be much easier to have someone come to my house and teach me in a way that is beneficial to me. of course i have more reasons that just that for wanting to be home schooled but my parent's only see the one aspect of home schooling that i wish they'd ignore. i'm a part-time model and want nothing more than to be a full-time contracted model. i have contracts, and with big companies too, but i'm at risk to losing them if i'm unavailable for a lot of the campaigns people want me to do. i have a love for modeling and my parents just don't seem to see that. my mother especially. she sees modeling as just flaunting around your body when really, it's what i love to do. it's not just some teenage fantasy, i actually want to make modeling a career, something my mother will hear nothing of.
i understand that she's pissed. she probably blames some piece of herself for my reading disorders, but that's no reason for her to hold me back. what i want to do for a living is all based on looks. it's superficial, i know, but it's the sad truth. i have to jump on this opportunity while i'm still in my prime and it's something i've got the chance to excel at. most girls don't get this kind of opportunity. if they can't fulfill the needs of a company or agency than they're tossed aside and the company simply moves on to the next girl. i don't want that to happen to me. modeling doesn't take a super human intelligence but it does take brain power. it takes advantage of a knowledge of lights, shadows, body placement, and camera location. it's all about instincts. instincts that i have. that sort of thing doesn't need a college degree but it does take a kind of calling, one i've gotten. my career lasts as long as my looks do. school will always be there adn i will always have the chance to go back if i can some day work around this reading problem, but until then i know what i want to do and i'm happy with that. i just wish my family would understand.
aside from my career and dyslexic frustrations, i'm an all-around normal person. i go out and have fun, probably more than i should. i hang out with friends, the more the merrier as long as they can understand me. i love to flirt but have a tight leash on my emotions. i'm not like a lot of other girls looking for their mister right or prince charming. i know i'm too young to be looking for that and as such, i really don't want any part in it. that doesn't mean that i don't date. like i've said, i like going out and having fun. but i'm in no hurry to settle down any time soon. i kind of model myself after adriana lima. i mean i hate her, just look at how gorgeous she is, but the woman's got the kind of life i would ideally like to aim for. working since she was a teenager, married a few years ago and had her first child at twenty eight well into the prime of her career. that's what i want. i don't want to let my heart get away from me and wind up married, with three kids, and living in some trailer park on the bayou by nineteen. no. hell no.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: valkyrie, california.[/size][/font]
PARENTS: harrison nathaniel mccarthy; father, forty-five, corporate businessman.
raquelle elisabeth mccarthy; mother, forty-three, doctor.
SIBLINGS: graham bryant mccarthy; adoptive brother, seventeen, high school junior.
OTHER: none worth mentioning.
LIVING SITUATION: valks
HISTORY: there's always a lot of history that leads up to the birth of a child. in the case of the mccarthy family that's really no exception. raquelle pollack was nothing more than a well to do boarding school graduated good girl. she did everything her parents wanted and she was the all-around dream child to have given birth to. who wouldn't want a girl like raquelle. she'd excelled in life since before she was born and did heaps better after that. she made good grades with little effort, she graduated top of her class, got early acceptance into medical school and had become a doctor before many of her former classmates had even gotten a decent job. she was one to be admired and admired she was. but a certain man in particular no less, harrison mccarthy. now harrison's story was completely different. he'd grown up poor and powerless to a single mother who trotted new boyfriends through the house like they were going out of style. these were not the most civilized of men either, most of whom used her as a one night stand and simply left her the next morning. they were never anything special except for the one man she'd brought home when harrison was about eight years old, a cop with a bad habit of drinking. deirk wasn't like your superhero cops. he was corrupt and mean and one of the most bitter, angry drunks a person could imagine. the day he'd married harrison's mother was one of the worst days of his life.
after that things went to hell. deirk would beat up on harrison's mother leaving her beaten and bloodied on the floor. a few months after just letting harrison watch, deirk began focusing on him. from the moment of his first beating, harrison promised himself that he would get his mother and himself out of the situation. he promised himself that from that moment on he would never be powerless again. this all took place in the lesser area of dublin where the irish mafia liked to run a muck. he was walking down the street one day when one of the irish's most well known hit men waved him over for a little chat. he noticed harrison's bruises and talked to him about his mother's new husband, deciding to help the boy out. within the week deirk came home with a bloodied face and angry eyes and beat not his mother, but just harrison to damn near within and inch of his life. when he went walking down the street with groceries the next day, his left eye so badly swollen that he couldn't open it, he ran into the same irish man. deirk was never seen again after that day and slowly but surely harrison began doing odd jobs for the man. but age eleven he was delivering messages for the irish by vandalizing cars and helping distribute lifted goods. by thirteen he was accompanying guys on business trips around the city.
he was eighteen when he saw her, a short little blond with curious, blue eyes who was walking around the tourist area of dublin. a scone in one hand and a irish-american dictionary in the other. curious, harrison followed her and found out that she was a student staying in ireland for three months of her summer in one of the apartment complexes on the richer side of town. in those three months harrison pulled away from the mafia and spent time with raquelle. when the time came near for raquelle to leave she invited harrison to join her in the states. he applied for a visa and followed her to valkyrie, california where raquelle was beginning classes at VU. upon request, raquelle's father set harrison up with a job in his company, letting him rise through the ranks until he'd become a responsible contributor to the business, a whole different kind of business than what he'd been used to. during her first year of residency, harrison applied for u.s. citizenship in order to stay in the country with her. through the wait period, when harrison believed he would be sent back to ireland, he debated on telling raquelle about his past with the irish. the day he'd finally gotten up the nerve to tell her, raquelle's father had delivered the good news. so overjoyed that he had gained citizenship, harrison decided against tell her and instead proposed, something raquelle's father had long been asking him to do.
they married and not long after they had a daughter, sloane euphoria mccarthy. she was raised like any other child would be in valkyrie. she had outings on the beach with her mother and father, she tagged along with harrison at the "tall piece of metal" where her father worked, often entertained by secretaries while harrison was in lengthy meetings. still effy grew up like any other only child would, the sole attention of both her parents and happy to be as such. school was the hardest for her, which started becoming known around third and forth grade when words and writing was really emphasized in the classroom. teachers shrugged it off as effy's inability to concentrate and follow directions but it became more and more obvious as she progressed through the grade levels that she was having a problem. she was finally tested in about the sixth grade where she was diagnosed with having one, if not several, reading and learning disabilities. once diagnosed she was given more and more tests to determine the severity of her disabilities. from there it was recommended that effy be placed in the kind of special education classes she needed. ashamed for herself and her daughter, raquelle would have none of it. instead of allowing her daughter to be placed in classes with the kids that were rowdy and hanicapped, she figured effy would handle herself fine in classes and that she would simply have to work a little harder. being that effy was just hitting her teens and didn't need anything else to ruin her newly found self esteem, she agreed.
effy struggled in school and as such was really turned off to certain kinds of learning. there were times, and with certain teachers, that effy really liked school. she liked the teachers who would act out what they were trying to teach or who used demonstrations or videos. she excelled in the classes that verbally taught her everything that she needed to know. it was classes in which the teachers hardly taught that she struggled the most, the kinds of classes where a teacher would assign a three chapter reading assignment and notes outline and run out into the hall to chat with other teachers. around high school her struggling really became apparent to both teachers and effy's parents. they decided to try out a program in which effy would stay after school and have tests and certain subjects or content areas taught to her verbally. effy still had to take part in the classes. she still had to appear as though she was an avid student, but most of her learning took place after school.
when kids began asking about why effy was never available right after classes let out, she began appearing as though she was acting out. she'd say something aloud in class or get a detention which would give her the excuse she needed in order to stay after school without too much curiosity from her peers. it also made her a big of a center of gossip around the school. by the time her junior year of high school came around everyone would wait and watch to see what effy would do. she gained popularity in this way. it was also the biggest source of everyone's assumption that effy was some tremendous bitch. still, she didn't care as long as no one knew she had a reading problem.
at sixteen she was discovered by an agent while walking around the mall with some friends. after talking to her parents, and with an escort to an official meeting and talk or some sort, effy was signed and showcased as a model, a part-time model, but a model no less. her face spread like wildfire to local, regional, and worldwide companies, all of whom wanted the model they loved and couldn't seem to have. eventually, with much resistance from her mother, effy signed for campaigns with two major companies, one cosmetic and the other clothing. she's been doing shoots for them during some of her off time like spring or summer break but it's not enough to please her agency. they want her to quit school and model full time as does the companies who have signed her. without that, or some other lucky break, effy's at risk of losing her contract with both companies and her agency. she's tried talking to her parents about home schooling to no avail and has settled for waiting for her eighteenth birthday when she can make her own decisions. she prays that she doesn't lose her contracts within that time though the promises that she has made to these head honchos has been wearing thin.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: ruby[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female
AGE: old. leave it at that.
RP EXPERIENCE: 9+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS: sarai, j.r., maggie, carly, dante, rowan.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:please see any posts done by my brood.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
