Dahlia Côté

[emilee]

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{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name Dahlia Marie Amable Côté
gender female
discipline Dance- Ballet
age 16
sexuality Bisexual (it’s her dirty little secret)


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


history
On a dark and rainy day in Quebec, Canada, at about 12:13 am Charlotte and Joseph Côté welcome a bouncing baby girl whom they named Dahlia Marie Amable Côté. She barely cried as an infant which made her parents very pleased because Dahlia was the youngest of five children. Dahlia always grew up in the shadows of the large Côté family. She was always the baby of the family, but Dahlia’s quiet nature made her almost forgotten in her family. Charlotte was the CEO of a cosmetics company called “La Petite Fille” and her father was a renowned cosmetic surgeon that had worked on every major starlet in Canada.

Charlotte wanted each of her children to be musical, so each child played an instrument or sang. Because Dahlia had no obvious musical talent, she was enrolled into ballet classes, where she found her confidence. Suddenly Dahlia was a new girl. She talked more and more in her family, and made new found friends. She felt at home at ballet lessons, because her parents were far too busy to pay attention to her at home. Dahlia was practically raised by her oldest siblings, who helped Dahlia make the transition from quiet outsider to shining debutante. At the age of 13 Dahlia made her first major appearance in a ballet recital. However, Joseph was in surgery and Charlotte had a meeting, so Dahlia only had her siblings to cheer her on.

Dahlia never hated her parents, but their constant dismissal of her talents made Dahlia try harder to be the best. Dahlia started to throw up to lose weight around her fourteenth birthday, because she wanted to be the skinniest and prettiest ballerina. Dahlia’s best friend Catherine was always there for her when Dahlia’s parents weren’t. Dahlia’s first love was Catherine, and the two carried out secret crushes. Catherine was Dahlia’s first kiss. However, Catherine moved to the Los Angeles, and Dahlia never saw her again. This crushed Dahlia, and she has never acknowledged her feelings for girls and she serial dated boys after Catherine moved.

Dahlia found Hoffman Academy online one day and presented the idea to her mother. Charlotte was thrilled that Dahlia wanted to pursue ballet as a career, and agreed to let Dahlia go to school in London. Dahlia really just wanted to get away from her parents that weren’t really there and Catherine’s memory. Dahlia has thrived in London becoming more of a social butterfly than she ever has been before.




parents
Charlotte and Joseph Côté
siblings
Gabriel Côté- 24
Pierre Côté- 22
Basile Côté- 21
Marguerite Côté- 18 (could be at Hoffman)




{ am I losin' way too much


personality

COMPETITIVE
Dahlia will do anything for attention, because she was deprived of it as a child. She is a bit obnoxious sometimes, but she always has a smile on her face. She has been known to bitch slap a few guys, but she only gets angry when someone really pushes her over the edge. She’s been known to steal attention from anyone, anywhere at anytime. She’s competitive by nature, so step in her spotlight and she’ll make sure you never do it again.
INNTELIGENT
Dahlia is a smart girl. She has always received top grades, and is just as competitive at dancing as she is with school work. Dahlia always spouts out useless information, which is one of her charms, but she has been tagged as a “know-it-all.” She gets along with intellectuals really well, and she absolutely hates girls that dumb themselves down so boys will like them. Dahlia isn’t afraid to wave her intelligence in your face, but she doesn’t like to shove it down your throat either. She can be found tutoring other dancers or just sitting in the library.

PARTY ANIMAL
Dahlia likes to party, a lot. As an early teen she never really drank because her older siblings kept the alcohol out of reach. But now Dahlia is a party animal, when there is a party, you’ll find Dahlia there. She gets drunk pretty quickly, which makes all the boys swarm around her. Dahlia gets super giggly and ditzy when she’s drunk, and she never really remembers much when she wakes up.


BUBBLY
Dahlia is really a sweet girl underneath her super competitive shell. She’s always there for a friend in need, and has spent some parties sober, just holding back the hair of a best friend. Most of her really good friends are guys, because Dahlia isn’t willing to get too close to another girl because of what happened with Catherine. She is your typical girl-next-door, unless you’re in competition with her. Then she’s your worst enemy.


likes
Coffee
Boys
Alcohol
Parties
Ballet
Her siblings
Designer Clothes
Perfume
dislikes
Ditzy Girls
Competition
Her parents
Backstabbing Bitches
ambitions
Become a Prima Ballerina
Find love
fears
Heights
Rejection
Someone finding out she’s bi


{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by?Alison Lohman
eyes Brown
hair Blonde
height5’7’’
style
Dahlia is into all the latest fashions. Her mother sends her money for clothes every couple of weeks, probably because Charlotte never went shopping for Dahlia back home in Canada. Her closet is filled with clothes from Chanel, J.Crew, Stella McCartney and other famous designers. Dahlis can usually be found around campus wearing ballet flats and skinny jeans, but sometimes she mixes it up and wears a short and cute dress. She loves to accessorize with belts and handbags, so her look is more of a a well polished boho look. But mostly well polished.


{ and I'm telling you why


your name Emilee
age 17
years of roleplay
code sentence if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain.
other
sample post
Here’s two. I can’t find any of my long ones :[

Claude pullled out his sketch book as soon as he got on the plane. It was a short flight, only and hour and forty-five minutes, but it was never a bad time for sketching. He pulled out a pencil, and searched around the cabin for a subject. He saw an elderly lady sleeping daintily in her seat. Perfect, Claude thought. He moved his body so he was facing her, and closed one eye. It helped him focus, because he had a slight astigmatism in his left eye. He never got glasses because his mother was afraid it would damage his eyes. Which is a bit ironic, his eye was already damaged. He searched though his bag for a pencil and began drawing the lady's hands. They were old and knobbed with age. They looked like they had many years of work. He paid extra attention to her knuckles, for they were hardest part to capture. To Claude his models seemed to talk, even when they were silent. He could capture the essence of the model without ever talking to her. He knew he was destined for the art world one day. Some day.

The fligh landed and Claude's sketch was complete. He spent the last ten minutes of his flight shading, and as the model woke up, Claude was finished. Claude shyly walked over to the women and sat in the empty seat beside her.

"Pardonez-moi madam," Claude said sweetly in French. "Je viens de peindre une peinture de toi. Voyez-vous cette peinture?"

The lady nodded as Claude passed over his sketch book. She traced her finger over her picture.
her finger remained over his sketch of her hands.

"Monsieur," she murmured. "C'est incroyable. Je suis stupifié. Je veux acheter cette peinture." she said.

"Oh, je te la donne. C'est rien." Claude insisted. Someone wanted to buy his sketches, but he never sold them, not yet. He knew that if he painted for profit, it wouldn't be the same.

"Monsieur, tu est très gentil. Merci." The lady hugged Claude briefly. Claude ripped the page out of his sketchbook, and gave it to the lady. "Est-ce que tu t'appelle, monsieur."

"Um. Claude Stockli, madam."

Claude got off the plane, and boarded a double decker bus. He was on his way to Wellington Preparatory Academy. He was excited, and nervous at the same time. It was a new chance.


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Anka woke up, completely hungover, on a double decker bus headed towards some school, she didn't really care about the name. Her school sent here to make international friends and expand her learning abroad. They thought she could become the first woman president or prime minister or army general. Anka Iliev was the brightest star at Dimitrov School of Revolutionary Thinking, and every teacher thought she would be someone. Anka thought she was a very drunk someone.

She lit up a cigarette on the bus. She didn't know if she was allowed to smoke on the bus, but it was England, and everyone smoked. She took a long drag of her cigarette. Urg. Menthols. Only wussies and stupid women smoke menthols. Menthols were the only cigarettes she could get on such short notice. She smelled her folarl sweater quickly. She had been traveling for at least two days straight. She smelled of stale vodka and cigarettes. Oh well, what's new?

As the bus rolled up to Wellington Preperatory Academy, Anka gazed at the campus wide-eyed. She found the campus at least three times larger than the campus at Dimitrov's. There were many buildings devoted to classes she assumed. It was a nice break from an alcoholic father and stone cold mother. It was worm and green here, instead of gray like Bulgaria. She skipped off the bus and found her way into the quad. She noticed a fountain in the middle of the quad, and decided it would be a wonderful place for a late night swim. She found a nice spot beneath a tree and settled for a quick nap. It was going to be an interesting year.

[Razz Perkins]

you need to make an account before i can accept you.
also we already have a dalia
who is also in dance and ballet
it's up to you but i think they are a little close

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[amable côté]

hmmm. her real name will stay the same, but she'll go by her second middle name, amable.

is that okay?

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[Razz Perkins]

ACCEPTED!

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welcome to the hoff
be sure to post in claims
and all that jazz

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