Post by Bliss Scott on Jan 14, 2008 10:25:25 GMT -5
{ you know you could've been a wonder
character’s name Bliss Scott
gender Female
discipline Music - Orchestra
age Sophomore - Sixteen
sexuality Straight
{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,
history Bliss Scott was born to one of the wealthiest families in New York City. She was spoiled senseless since childhood, offered the newest dolls, dresses, and exotic foods without any conditions. Though she didn't take advantage of her parents' willingness to give, the way her fellow rich friends did, she'd never complained. She appreciated the advantages of her wealth, and fought to keep from letting it make her into a selfish brat.
Before she could even remember, her mother divorced her father [for reasons still unknown to her to this day, her mother always having avoided conversations in relation to her father], and Vanessa Sanders soon remarried, happily becoming Vanessa Scott. Her new husband was even wealthier than her ex, bringing her and her daughter even more advantage [both in privileges and in social circles]. Bliss’ new step father, Charles brought along his son Jayce, from his previous marriage, and urged that Vanessa change Bliss’s last name from Sanders to Scott. He claimed that this would help them become a tightly-knit family all the faster. Vanessa agreed, and Bliss, too young to care, did not protest [her father having fallen out of her life soon after the divorce anyway].
The children got along rather well from the first time they met, though there always seemed to be an underlying rivalry between them. Vanessa and Charles Scott were very proud of their son, unintentionally putting pressure on their daughter to achieve the same goals, or heights as he. Bliss loved her brother dearly, but couldn’t help but feel a hint of spite whenever she had thoughts of him, despising the fact that she lived in his shadow.
Since the early age of six, she'd developed a passion for music; getting her hands on every one of her step-father's records and CDs. It wasn’t long before she asked to be given lessons like her brother, and was indulged with her own private instructor. After going from instrument to instrument with little success in finding talent for mastering any of them, Bliss came upon the flute. Though she had little or no talent for any other instruments, she proved from the start that her talent was to play the flute. The Scotts didn’t approve of this as easily as they accepted her brother’s talent for the piano, but it was the only thing she had skill in playing, therefore she stuck with it.
Though her parents were always willing to provide any means that would help their children succeed, they did not always agree with their children’s views. This often caused tension, and even arguments to break out within the Scott household.
Bliss was a social butterfly from the moment she entered grade school, and in her parents' opinion she spent far more time out with her friends than she did focusing on her studies. Their daughter of course disagreed, believing that she spent sufficient time doing both; partying with friends and doing sufficient amounts of her school work.
Her brother was sent off to art school in England, and ever since the day he got on that plane, Bliss had aspired to be accepted into the same school, prove that she was as talented as he was [not to mention that she missed him dearly]. So in her early teens, she and her best friend Letta [also an aspiring artist], sent in their applications to the world-known school of art, Hoffman Academy, located in the midst of London. After one or two weeks of waiting for a responds, they both received their acceptance letters. They held a large celebration, then packed up their bags and headed for England.
This is now their second year at Hoffman Academy, and they are very close to making something of themselves…
[I didn't mention Jayce Scott a lot because I wanted to leave his history open for whoever will play him]
parents
Vanessa Scott[mother]
Charles Scott [step-father]
Jeremy Sanders [father]
siblings
Jayce Scott [step-brother]
{ am I losin' way too much
personality
P A S S I O N A T E
Bliss doesn't show interest in many things, but once something has caught her attention, and hold her attention, she cannot help but become passionate about it. Whether it be playing the flute [obviously], playing guitar hero, playing chess. She is also very passionate about the people who matter to her, her brother Jayce [though he could really make her hate him at times] and her best friend Letta being at the top of her list.
I N S E C U R E
Though she may certainly never seem it on the outside, Bliss has had to deal with self esteem issues from a very young age. Her parents appeared to favour her step-brother over herself from when they were young [though how much of that is reality and how much of it is her imagination is not for certain]. She loves her brother, but cannot help to despise the fact that she'd had to unwillingly sit in his shadow.
L O Y A L
Those who actually matter to her she will remain loyal to, however those who have no meaning to her or pose a threat, could matter less. She has set her goal; her name [and Letta's] will be whispered in the school halls, whether it be between students or instructors. They would accomplish great things this year. And she does not care who's toes they have to step on in order to achieve that greatness.
T E M P E R A M E N T A L
Though she may not be a red head, she's been described as having the temper/short fuse of one. When in a good mood, Bliss can keep in control a little better than usual, but when caught off guard or in a bad mood, watch out, she will fight like a wildcat [if not physically, then with her words]. Bliss has been described as feisty by most of the people who have encountered her.
likes
o music
o flute
o boys
o guitar
o her family
o her friends
o parties
o being social
o sleep
o alcohol [though doesn't drink much 'cause of Letta]
o boys/men who smoke
o dancing [not the professional kind]
o cats
o dogs
o strawberries
o reading
o being reassured
dislikes
x self-centered people
x smoking
x art [making it herself]
x arrogance
x back-stabbing
x most girls
x drama [that is her own]
x rodents
x snakes
x getting too involved in a relationship
x girls talking to her brother
x girls touching her brother
x having to sit through class
x being lectured
x hypocrites
x FAILURE
ambitions she wishes to become the best flute player in London, perhaps even all of England. Bliss will have some doubts now and then, knowing that her parents are much prouder of her brother who plays piano. In their eyes, an instrument such as the flute is not a serious instrument.
fears disappointing her parents further, being expelled from Hoffman, and losing all of her close friends.
{ my darling you look lovely
portrayed by? Rachel McAdams
eyes her eyes would be considered both in colour and in shape. a green-blue-gray in hue, they give off the air or mystery. she knows how to control her expression rather well, and will use this to her advantage. she doesn't like applying too much eye make-up, but will if the occasion calls for it. Bliss likes to use light hues such as purple, blue, yellow and a slight bit of brown eyeliner and mascara to accent her eyes.
hair Bliss' hair has been described as one of her best attributes on many occasions. she takes good care of it, and will close to never be seen without it being styled one way or another. she prefers to keep it down, but when it gets in the way, or the weather is humid, she throws it up into a ponytail or a braid.
It is honey in color, with a slight natural wave to it. She doesn't like using irons and straighteners on it, knowing that this would damage her hair irreparably. Closer to the root, the strands are a darker honey. And to many of her peer's disbelief she has never dyed her hair.
height she stands at a small 5'4, though she likes to say that her personality more than makes up for it.
style Bliss wouldn't be categorized under one particular/stereotypical style. she likes to mix and match, achieving a style very much her own. She likes tights, skirts, ripped jeans, knit sweaters. She doesn't have much preference in color, though she will more often go for intense colors such as reds and greens than colors of a more 'pastel' shade.
Bliss most definitely does not follow the mainstream, something unexpected for a girl born into high society. She likes standing out, and is in constant search for clothing unlike anything other girls at Hoffman would wear.
{ and I'm telling you why
your name Fly[/size]
age19
years of roleplay 5+
code sentence if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain
other uhhh...I sometimes lose creativity and find it hard to post...but all it takes is a push to get me going again (:
sample post Cecilia made her way up the steep staircase, one hand holding on to the railing, the other holding on to a bottle of malibu rum. She loved the stuff! It made her believe, if only for a second, that she was somewhere warm; on a beach with the sounds of the crashing waves in her ears, the smell of salt in her nose. She let out a short laugh, amused at her own thoughts.
It seemed forever before she reached Matt's floor; and even longer before she got to his door. Fuck. She muttered under her breath while leaning against the door frame.
Alright, she had to compose herself. She quickly ran a hand through her dark pink hair, straightened out her clothes. Then she raised one hand, curling into a fist, before knocking twice on the thin wooden door. She hoped he was home, for her trip back down the stairs to her own apartment would be hazardous. She'd already finished a quarter of the bottle, close to half.
She wouldn't let many see her in this state. Cecilia had found herself thinking of Dylan again, and the way things could be now if he hadn't died in that accident. Ugh... Her eyes burned; she could feel the tears threatening to pour out. She leaned her head against the door frame, waiting for Matt to answer the door. "Matty...common..." If he wasn't home, she'd just have to sit by the door until he came; there was no way she'd survive going down those stairs...
