` apple winters

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{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name apple nicole winters
gender female
discipline theater - stage
minor: voice
[a.k.a. musical theater ;P ]
age seventeen
sexuality straight


{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,


history


“I was a mistake to put it lightly. I was never meant to be apart of the Desanty or Olsen family especially when my biological parents had no intention of procreating nor marrying. The shock of this realization did not come until later on in my life, but for Christian and Miranda it came sooner than they hoped. It wasn’t as if the two could not provide for a baby; the fact of the matter was simple: I was a mistake. I was the consequence they speak of in sex education classes; I was the consequence of a one night stand, and a result of just that. It’s safe to say my parents were too drunk to even understand or consider the severity of the situation they were in; however, as every person comes to learn… there is always another road you can take or an easy way out.

That easy way for Christian and Miranda was adoption, and I won’t deny it was the best conclusion the two could come to. At the healthy age of two months old, I was put up for adoption and soon landed in the loving arms of the people I consider my mother and father: Stephen Winters and Danielle Winters of London, England. They were an extremely eccentric couple, thus, it resulted in my name being ‘apple’; however, they vowed the minute they took me in that I would never know of my adoption unless I questioned my family in depth, but it never occurred to the two that I’d ever inquire of my family seeing as I had no prior knowledge to their existence.

The two were an extremely loving couple who were not able to conceive children of their own and treated me as one if I was theirs, and I was for the most part. They did not own a mansion nor did they have an extreme money bank in their back yard, but I was able to grow up into a home that actually wanted my presence rather than with the family God intended me to be with. My childhood years were nothing spectacular, but I assume I was truly blessed to be able to feel love that I would never have felt with Christian and Miranda, but I was oblivious to this fact. I never questioned why my eyes and hair were blonde and blue while the family I called my mother had red hair, green eyes and freckles or why my father had brown hair and brown eyes. I also failed science once or twice in middle school, but that is beside the point.

All through my single digit and elementary years, I was nothing more than the sweetest child and probably most pampered for what my parents could afford. It was like the Beaver family only without the nice things that went along with it, but I didn’t mind. It was all I knew or had known and through this time, I remained their biological child. They were right to assume any child not to ask questions if they don’t know, but many children – especially as I entered middle school and high school – knew I was adopted. It wasn’t as easy as an ethnicity difference, but more due to the fact that Stephen and Danielle had been blessed with a child of their own.

The idea was frightening, but I was to be a big sister, and that was exciting enough; however, Stephen and Danielle began to worry constantly about my well being and ability to adapt to a younger child, their child. During the nine months in which Destinee was carried in Danielle, I was given extra attention, but it all seemed to come crashing down as soon as Destinee popped out. My world was flipped and so was my train of thought. Destinee Star Winters was born with green eyes and red fiery hair and tiny brown dots adorning her pale skin. Here I stood with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a complexion that resembled that of a very light skinned Italian. As if the look wasn’t enough, Danielle and Stephen began focusing most of their attention on the baby. Granted, she was a small child that deserved a lot of attention, but I slowly fell into no man’s land.

At the time of her birth, I was entering the middle school years, and it didn’t help much that through the next three or four years, I’d grow as a “woman”, develop parts of my body I wasn’t ready for and learn from a boy I’d later on in life work with that I was adopted. He didn’t know this, but he had speculation as did most children my age especially with their parents talking. Soon, I asked the question most adoptive parents dread: “Am I adopted?” This question scared my parents, but induced a long line of complications on my part. I began noticing the small things such as Destinee getting more attention, more affection than myself, and I began to act out irrationally. High school was probably the hardest four years of my life. It was full of unknowns, what should have been, what could have been, and most of all, staying away from my biological family.

But I wanted more. I wanted to know who my real family was, and my parents just didn’t think that was a good idea, but I was furious with them for keeping this from me. Of course, I assumed my parents wanted me, but just couldn’t afford me or had to give me up. I didn’t know they DIDN’T want me or anything to do with me. They weren’t even married, but I was naïve and stubborn… I wanted to feel the way Destinee felt with her real parents. During my junior year of high school, I met my mom and dad for the first time, and let’s just put it this way: it was a disaster! They argued the entire time, spoke of the children they loved, and how they didn’t want me, and I should be happy where I was. This shock was a devastating blow to my self-esteem and caused my addiction for drinking to sky-rocket, but my family tried every possible thing to get me from killing myself through drinking. Eventually I was able to stop once my parents enrolled me into Hoffman Academy to kick-start my interest in the theater. My true dream is to be a musical theater actress; however, I was absolutely thrilled when my parents allowed me to pursue my career in theater.”




FAMILY,
the biological family
Christian Dior Desanty – 45 – biological father – unknown
Miranda Michelle Olsen – 43 – biological mother – unknown
Bret Mitchell Olsen – 16 – half brother – student
Devon Amanda Desanty – 13 – half sister – student

the adopted family
Stephen Richard Winters – 55 – adopted father – construction worker
Danielle Elizabeth June – 55 – adopted mother – deceased
Destinee Star Winters – 12 – adopted sister – student


{ am I losin' way too much


personality

• intelligent
  
• sardonic
  
• sovereign
  
• majestic
  
• fanatical
  
• passionate
  
• sweetheart
  
• lover
  
• open book
  
• oblivious
  
• judgmental
  
• flirty
  
• curious
  
• empathetic
  

Sardonic

Coming from a family of misfits, one doesn’t live in their home without owning a strong vocabulary and a lust for sarcasm which entails why Apple doesn’t go without sardonic behavior every once in a while. When in a good mood, the mockery is interpreted in a casual and playful tone; however, step into the darkness of what they call Apple, and one will find complete and utter mockery/irony on their part. Apple allows herself a sharp tongue for those who crawl under her skin and for those who she believes need it most. She does not allow mercy to those she believes incompetent or to those who don’t own a sharp tongue, and she shows respect for those who can shoot her down in a sardonic tongue.

Fanatical

The girl is highly enthusiastic and enjoys life to the utmost. Loud and obnoxious molds Apple into the fun-loving girl she appears to be on the outside; however, it is the same on the inside. She loves to love fun and knows no bounds when it comes to a daring adventure. The girl is extremely outgoing, not once ever overlooking an adventure that could possibly cause danger to her or others. The exhilaration of the unknown or what is to come from the simple quest is what drives Apple to her dangerous tirades. She, indeed, is always up for anything at any time of the night.

Passionate

In life, there are things everyone is passionate about and this conclusion is no different in Apple’s case. Her aspirations are to be in the fashion industry in the current city she lives in; however, she plans on traveling to the states as soon as possible. Modeling is the utmost importance in Apple’s life, and if one knows her well, they know how extremely passionate she is about the important things in life. She eats, sleeps, and breathes fashion as well as the friends in her life. She’s such a passionate child; especially with the condescending personality she reveals.

Lover

She believes in being loved and returning the favor. The cliché: Apple is a lover, not a fighter; however, the contradiction is, in fact, she IS a fighter. Perhaps not the physical kind, but the mental kind; her words will rip anyone apart if need be. Unfortunately, Apple believes in loving and is a strong supporter of being a true lover.

Flirty

If there is one thing Apple is passionate about it is flirting with every male member on the planet. She absolutely loves to flirt and finds such solace in the art. Any boy she comes in contact with is a potential partner to flirt with. Hell, she’s just a flirting machine: it’s what she does!

Curious

Curiosity killed the cat – maybe it’s a good thing Apple isn’t a cat, then because the girl is nine times out of ten the most curious person you’ll ever meet. Curiosity – for Apple – is derived from her extremely intelligent being. If she doesn’t know the answer to the question, she’ll find, but she’ll always be curious as to why it is. She’s nosey, for one, which entails her to be curious about many things such as people. People are the number one factor in her curiosity chart. She always needs to know about everyone and if she doesn’t know someone, she’ll be curious until the day she finds out.

Empathetic

As if she owns some extraordinary super power, Apple has the ability to feel exactly what others feel; however, one knows such things as this don’t exist. She just has the natural ability to associate and to feel the emotion of a person she’s really in tune with. She’s has a brilliant understanding of how a person’s emotions are affecting them mentally and physically, and in an odd way, she can relate almost instantly; that is why Apple is loved by so many. She has a strong way of making people feel better in their current, emotion-filled state.

likes

• pj’s.
  
• dogs.
  
• boys.
  
• babies.
  
• sephora make-up.
  
• guitars.
  
• broadway musicals.
  
• musical theater.
  
• weird food.
  
• popsicles.
  
• peanut butter & banana sandwiches.
  
• tattoos.
  
• hair dye.
  
• hoffman academy.
  
• country music.
  
• ramen noodles.
  
• red nail polish & lipstick.
  
• snakes.
  
• her dog miko.
  
• her adopted father.
  
• her baby sister.
  
• reading & writing.
  
• drinking & partying.
  
• Audrey Hepburn
  
• black & white movies
  
• music.
  
• the violin.
  
• cute hair pins.
  

dislikes

• thai food.
  
• commercials.
  
• Christian Slater.
  
• sex. [she’s a virgin.]
  
• cats.
  
• bobby pins.
  
• enV cell phones.
  
• Christian rap music.
  
• the spill canvas.
  
• spiders.
  
• any kind of bug.
  
• the zoo.
  
• western movies.
  
• kids under the age of twelve.
  
• her biological parents.
  
• waking up late.
  
• everything caffeine except coffee.
  
• Gatorade.
  
• sex toys.
  
• feces.
  
• disgusting smells.
  
• Grey’s Anatomy.
  
• fake purses.
  
• the Spanish language.
  
• the creepy Mexican people.
  
• catcalling.
  

ambitions

• to become a broadway musical actress.
  
• to eventually have a family of her own and provide them the love she’s always wanted to feel.
  
• change the world.
  
• find ‘the right’ person; however, that’s not a top priority in her life right now.
  
• graduate and move to the United States.
  
• live in New York City and become famous.

fears

• not becoming the person she wants to become.
  
• never fulfilling her dream.
  
• dying too soon.
  
• becoming exactly like her parents.
  
• any type of bug.
  
• never leaving London even though she loves it here.
  
• having sex before she’s truly ready.
  

{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by? emma roberts
eyes brown.
hair dirty blondish.
height 5'8"
style

Apple's style of choice isn't anything anyone would fawn over; granted, she dresses to please herself, and in order to please herself, she dresses fashionable. She doesn't spend a whole lot of money on designer jeans or t-shirts, but the little money she does spend on clothes goes to the ones that will flatter her skinny frame and make her look presentable. She doesn't dress like a diva, but whatever she wears be it from t-shirts to nice dress clothes, they look expensive, and they look nice on her.


{ and I'm telling you why


your name cait
age eighteen
years of roleplay five plus
code sentence if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.
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It wasn’t as if she was expecting him to follow her, but more like hoping he would; however that wasn’t enough to stop her from crying. As she sat with her head in her hands, she began to wonder why she was crying. Perhaps the situation was stressful – not to mention the stress from the tour – and the mixture of the two simply caused her to finally break down. Or maybe he really hurt her, but the latter seemed a tad ridiculous. Sure, Noah did speak before he thought, and he did say things that could potentially ruin a good moment, but all in all she figured he had tried his hardest to make the situation better. London wasn’t going to complain because at least he tried rather than ran away like she had, but it was just another set back the two had to face in their relationship. Besides, not everything works out perfectly. She sniffed softly as her thoughts began to form comprehensible words in her mind, and she was only slightly tempted to lift her head and walk away; however, she heard the slam of the studio door which caused her to jerk her head forward. Wary eyes traveled to Noah’s form as he silently slid down beside her and situated himself into a stance quite like her own but taking on a vaguely different body placement than hers.

A hand instantly lifted and felt her moist cheeks as she tried desperately to rid her face of any faint sign of tears coating them, but the damage was already done. He had seen her crying, and now was commenting to try and make her feel better. She listened quietly as he tried desperately to calm her fears, but she wasn’t sure if it was helping. His intentions were honorable, his words sincere, but what if he was only pleading so the blame couldn’t be placed on him? The thought was insane, of course he wanted it to work, but her emotions when coupled with stress were always unpredictable. It was hard enough listening to him plead with her to stop crying without her mind playing disastrous tricks on her. She bit the inside of her lip as she glanced away for only a moment, and then brought her eyes back to him peering at him curiously. His face seemed to be contorted in pain, but not one of physical pain, but emotional as if seeing her crying caused him pain, and she let a small smile appear on her lips. No, she wasn’t happy that she made him feel this way, but in general that he cared enough about her to show some discomfort.

She lifted a hand once again and ran it softly against her cheek wiping the remainder of tears that clung heavily to her cheeks before wiping her hands on her jeans. For a while London had nothing to say, nothing extraordinary to speak of; however, the silence was reassuring, but after that while it was enough to cause anxiety in her body. She shifted her weight as she turned her body towards his and placed the palm of her hand gently on his face before letting a single digit trace the outline of his bottom lip and then his top one. She truly loved the boy sitting there holding his knees to his chest wanting her not to cry, and it such a comfort to know that he could possibly feel the same for her. It was rare for her when a boy actually showed genuine feelings for her, so the feeling was new, but extremely liked. She reached over leisurely, took one of his hands and entwined it in her own playing with his fingers delicately. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” she spoke softly as she lifted her gaze to meet his. She felt if he was saying the words, he’d have to mean them because they were here now, and there were only two possible directions they could go in. She hoped silently that he picked the direction she wanted to go in, but life was complicated enough just like Noah.

Noah was different from most of the boys she was friends with simply because she had never truly heard him open up to her before or anyone else for that matter. There was an inkling in her heart that he had trouble trusting people possibly due to past events in his life, but she couldn’t be sure, so why assume? If they did end up in a relationship, though, these things would have to change; the two adults would have to communicate, and Noah would have to trust in London. Was he capable of such a feat? She smiled softly at him as she ran her pointer finger down the palm of his hand and said, “We can make it work, but do you want to make it work? Is this what you want?” Was it truly what he wanted? Could he see himself with this girl who seemed so different from him? She had no problem allowing him into her life, trusting in him, but that is where she failed; she trusted too many people, and it could possibly be the downfall of their relationship. Was there such as thing as putting too much trust in someone you love?

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