Post by Blair Underwood on Jun 22, 2007 15:02:20 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name:Nicole
Ways to contact you:Pm me. Aim= Vivalanikki20055
Other Characters that you play:here? None
How did you find this place:Friend
Anything else we need to know about you?:Um... No
Character Information:
Character's Name:Blair Underwood
Age:17
Grade:11
Height:5'6''
Hair color:Black
Eye color:dark brown
Other Family Members:None here
Mother- Crista
Father- John
Brother- Timmy
Sister- Shay
Personality (likes, dislikes, basically what are they like?)
A girl who's certainly quick with words, Blair is easily pissed off, but tends to be afraid to show it.. she tries to hide her anger through a faked smile, preferring to be upset when she isn't accompanied by anyone else. Blair honestly isn't much of a people person - she could lead a conversation for hours on end if she really wanted to, but her nervous tendancies often get in the way of following through on many of her actions.. she has a problem with judgement, and being overly judged. She's a terribly independent woman who's convinced that all she needs is herself and a her friends to stay happy - that's Blair's way of dealing with her issues.
And, honestly, she has quite a few of them.
Quiet and observant but still friendly and comedic, Blair doesn't exactly warm up to just anybody.. especially here, at Lake Land High.That's one of the things that adds to her terrible anxiousness - not knowing anyone.
Appearance(what do they usually wear, any scars etc.)
Blair is Not a emo/goth/punk nor a Prepp. She is just a regular person that doesn't believie in Labels. She prefers the 'Designer Grunge' look. So usually she would were True Religion Pre-ripped jeans with aN Ella Moss vintage t shirt. She is all for designer, yet she isn't very rich. Blair is into ripped and frayed jeans. She cannot get enough of them. She also loved camisoles(sp) and Vintage tees.
Blair has quite a few scars for various sports. She has a small scar on her left arm from motocross, and a scar barely visible on her forehead from Cheer.
History:
She'd been born to nothing but trailer trash parents - a couple who'd never bothered to go past the tenth grade, and ended up living low in a 'mobile home' with 3 attention deprived children. The eldest of the children was named Shay-Amanda, who they calledShay. Shay had been quite the insensitive child - they'd all been, in one way or another - both emotionally and physically. Able to stand amazing amounts of pain, Shay hadn't even shed a tear when she broke two rib bones at age four because of a lousy attempt to fly with paper wings. He'd always been a tough kid, the one who insisted to 'deal with it' when things got rough. However, her agile nature proved to be useful in protection as the 3 siblings grew older.
The second eldest was Timothy, who was simply referred to as Timmy or Tim. Timothy, contrary to Shay, had been quite a weak child, though insensitive as he was. He tended to stick by Shay's side for most of their childhood in order to fill a balancing act - the weak clinging onto the strong, that whole deal. Timmy, though, had always been the rascal of the trio.. the baddest of the bad.. satan's spawn. He loved to get in trouble.. it was just when he got caught that he required Shay's quick mouth and persuasive words to get him out of a desperate situation. The thing was, Timothy was constantly in a 'desperate situation'.. which, all in all, caused the siblings to stick like glue.
Last but not least was the 'odd ball' of the three Tanella children - the youngest, Blair, the very subject of our story. Born on August 4th, the unimportance of the girl's birth had been notified right away - such as how Crista and John didn't have a proper carseat to take her home in, or even an outfit for her to wear, or how they hadn't even had a name picked out for the baby when she'd arrived. Actually, the coming of Blair's name had been a bit of a comedic story over the years.. how her clueless parents had been so desperate for a name, they'd actually resorted to Shay's suggestion of Blair and Timmy's suggestion of Anastassia as the newborn's entire name. And there you have it - how Blair's full name, Blair Anastassia Tanella.
She'd been known as 'Bear' during her childhood, mostly by her brothers.. her parents had never been around much. The moment she'd learned to walk and talk Crista and John's parenting did a grand disappearing act, which left Blair [and her brothers] on their own to raise themselves. And let me tell you, it wasn't all pie and cake in the beginning - to this day, Blair can recall wandering the sidewalks of that small Kentucky town at age three because she'd been hungry, or angry, or simply just bored.. life in the Tanellae family had never been all that exciting, really. Everything was sort of just the same - John spent his days working down at the office and his nights drinking on the couch.. Crista spent all of her time watching soap operas and sleeping with random neighbors while john was away. Because of this, the children spent most of their time anywhere but home - it was the one place to be avoided, though the intent was probably voluntary anyway.
Blair went to a midium/low school. Having only friends as her motivation to go. Finding anyway to skip school, she eventually had to redo the 5th grade. By the time she was in 8th grade, John had died, and Shay and Timmy had gone off to college, leaving Blair and Crista alone together. Crista eventully stopped sleeping with the neighbors, and doing weed, and went to therapy and rehab. After 6 long months, she was an .O.K. Mom.
Password:The adventure has just begun
RP Sample
Stumbling out the bedroom door, Blair sighed and hurried twords the stairs. Hopefully she wouldn't trip down them. Puling down on her ,now riding up, purple blouse, Blair cautiosly stepped down the stairs. With a triumphent smile that she had made it down safely, she hurried twords the kitchen. The aroma of Alfredo Pizza lingering in the air.
Motherrrrrrrrrr
She whined when Her mother, Crista Underwood, told her to wash off her hands. Crista just glared at her, crossing her delicate arms and then pointing twords the bathroom. Blair Stomped off, turning to the right, she opened the door and screamed. Her mother came rushing by, and there it was, lying there, lifeless. A rat. Blair's brow lifted as soon as she found out it wasn't real.
Mom, what is Ratty the Fatty fake rat doing here?
Blair questioned, her voice was soft, but harsh, Crista just shrugged and moved it; pointed to the sink; and left. Blair scowled at her, and then switched the water on. Blair rolled her dark-brown eyes and stared at herself in the mirror.
She stepped out, wondering were everyone had gone. She shrugged, and took a piece of steaming hot Alfredo Pizza out of the box. She looekd at the clock, 7:56. Time to eat, blair. She thought as the pizza was down her throat in 2 minutes. Reaching for another peice, she felt her stomach heave, so Blair decided one was enough for right now. Swiveling on her heal, she turned twords the living room. Turning her head to everyside, just to make sure no one was going to jump out and suprise her. Blair scratched her hair, rose a brow, and sighed. Where did everyone go?! It has only been 5 minutes her thoughts bounced around in her head.
Blair shivered, it had suddenly got cold in the house. Carefully making her way to the stairs, she stepped on something, and broke it. Blair Gasped and dropped to the floor. It was Her mother's plasic doll that she had since she was a child. Blair rubbed her head, and sighed, a great sigh. It was terrible. She would get grounded for weeks, and weeks, and... She laughed. All she could do was laugh. There was something so funny about it, she just couldn't put her boney finger on it. She sat on the wooden floor. Not exactly sure what to do with the broken doll. Toss it, and never tell her mom? Blame it on the dog No. There was something even better than that. Blair would tell the truth. For once in her life. Things would be different for Blair.
Lying, it was like rollerblading, and then suddenly falling into a deep, dark, abyss. It was fun and games 'til you got caught. Yeah, things would get better...
Blair thought about it as she got up, slowly moving twords the stairs with the doll. What ever happened to her, happened to her. It would be her fate;' either never falling into that abyss again, or just stay in there for eternity.. Only god knows...
- That was taken from another site I rp on ^^-
Name:Nicole
Ways to contact you:Pm me. Aim= Vivalanikki20055
Other Characters that you play:here? None
How did you find this place:Friend
Anything else we need to know about you?:Um... No
Character Information:
Character's Name:Blair Underwood
Age:17
Grade:11
Height:5'6''
Hair color:Black
Eye color:dark brown
Other Family Members:None here
Mother- Crista
Father- John
Brother- Timmy
Sister- Shay
Personality (likes, dislikes, basically what are they like?)
A girl who's certainly quick with words, Blair is easily pissed off, but tends to be afraid to show it.. she tries to hide her anger through a faked smile, preferring to be upset when she isn't accompanied by anyone else. Blair honestly isn't much of a people person - she could lead a conversation for hours on end if she really wanted to, but her nervous tendancies often get in the way of following through on many of her actions.. she has a problem with judgement, and being overly judged. She's a terribly independent woman who's convinced that all she needs is herself and a her friends to stay happy - that's Blair's way of dealing with her issues.
And, honestly, she has quite a few of them.
Quiet and observant but still friendly and comedic, Blair doesn't exactly warm up to just anybody.. especially here, at Lake Land High.That's one of the things that adds to her terrible anxiousness - not knowing anyone.
Appearance(what do they usually wear, any scars etc.)
Blair is Not a emo/goth/punk nor a Prepp. She is just a regular person that doesn't believie in Labels. She prefers the 'Designer Grunge' look. So usually she would were True Religion Pre-ripped jeans with aN Ella Moss vintage t shirt. She is all for designer, yet she isn't very rich. Blair is into ripped and frayed jeans. She cannot get enough of them. She also loved camisoles(sp) and Vintage tees.
Blair has quite a few scars for various sports. She has a small scar on her left arm from motocross, and a scar barely visible on her forehead from Cheer.
History:
She'd been born to nothing but trailer trash parents - a couple who'd never bothered to go past the tenth grade, and ended up living low in a 'mobile home' with 3 attention deprived children. The eldest of the children was named Shay-Amanda, who they calledShay. Shay had been quite the insensitive child - they'd all been, in one way or another - both emotionally and physically. Able to stand amazing amounts of pain, Shay hadn't even shed a tear when she broke two rib bones at age four because of a lousy attempt to fly with paper wings. He'd always been a tough kid, the one who insisted to 'deal with it' when things got rough. However, her agile nature proved to be useful in protection as the 3 siblings grew older.
The second eldest was Timothy, who was simply referred to as Timmy or Tim. Timothy, contrary to Shay, had been quite a weak child, though insensitive as he was. He tended to stick by Shay's side for most of their childhood in order to fill a balancing act - the weak clinging onto the strong, that whole deal. Timmy, though, had always been the rascal of the trio.. the baddest of the bad.. satan's spawn. He loved to get in trouble.. it was just when he got caught that he required Shay's quick mouth and persuasive words to get him out of a desperate situation. The thing was, Timothy was constantly in a 'desperate situation'.. which, all in all, caused the siblings to stick like glue.
Last but not least was the 'odd ball' of the three Tanella children - the youngest, Blair, the very subject of our story. Born on August 4th, the unimportance of the girl's birth had been notified right away - such as how Crista and John didn't have a proper carseat to take her home in, or even an outfit for her to wear, or how they hadn't even had a name picked out for the baby when she'd arrived. Actually, the coming of Blair's name had been a bit of a comedic story over the years.. how her clueless parents had been so desperate for a name, they'd actually resorted to Shay's suggestion of Blair and Timmy's suggestion of Anastassia as the newborn's entire name. And there you have it - how Blair's full name, Blair Anastassia Tanella.
She'd been known as 'Bear' during her childhood, mostly by her brothers.. her parents had never been around much. The moment she'd learned to walk and talk Crista and John's parenting did a grand disappearing act, which left Blair [and her brothers] on their own to raise themselves. And let me tell you, it wasn't all pie and cake in the beginning - to this day, Blair can recall wandering the sidewalks of that small Kentucky town at age three because she'd been hungry, or angry, or simply just bored.. life in the Tanellae family had never been all that exciting, really. Everything was sort of just the same - John spent his days working down at the office and his nights drinking on the couch.. Crista spent all of her time watching soap operas and sleeping with random neighbors while john was away. Because of this, the children spent most of their time anywhere but home - it was the one place to be avoided, though the intent was probably voluntary anyway.
Blair went to a midium/low school. Having only friends as her motivation to go. Finding anyway to skip school, she eventually had to redo the 5th grade. By the time she was in 8th grade, John had died, and Shay and Timmy had gone off to college, leaving Blair and Crista alone together. Crista eventully stopped sleeping with the neighbors, and doing weed, and went to therapy and rehab. After 6 long months, she was an .O.K. Mom.
Password:The adventure has just begun
RP Sample
Stumbling out the bedroom door, Blair sighed and hurried twords the stairs. Hopefully she wouldn't trip down them. Puling down on her ,now riding up, purple blouse, Blair cautiosly stepped down the stairs. With a triumphent smile that she had made it down safely, she hurried twords the kitchen. The aroma of Alfredo Pizza lingering in the air.
Motherrrrrrrrrr
She whined when Her mother, Crista Underwood, told her to wash off her hands. Crista just glared at her, crossing her delicate arms and then pointing twords the bathroom. Blair Stomped off, turning to the right, she opened the door and screamed. Her mother came rushing by, and there it was, lying there, lifeless. A rat. Blair's brow lifted as soon as she found out it wasn't real.
Mom, what is Ratty the Fatty fake rat doing here?
Blair questioned, her voice was soft, but harsh, Crista just shrugged and moved it; pointed to the sink; and left. Blair scowled at her, and then switched the water on. Blair rolled her dark-brown eyes and stared at herself in the mirror.
She stepped out, wondering were everyone had gone. She shrugged, and took a piece of steaming hot Alfredo Pizza out of the box. She looekd at the clock, 7:56. Time to eat, blair. She thought as the pizza was down her throat in 2 minutes. Reaching for another peice, she felt her stomach heave, so Blair decided one was enough for right now. Swiveling on her heal, she turned twords the living room. Turning her head to everyside, just to make sure no one was going to jump out and suprise her. Blair scratched her hair, rose a brow, and sighed. Where did everyone go?! It has only been 5 minutes her thoughts bounced around in her head.
Blair shivered, it had suddenly got cold in the house. Carefully making her way to the stairs, she stepped on something, and broke it. Blair Gasped and dropped to the floor. It was Her mother's plasic doll that she had since she was a child. Blair rubbed her head, and sighed, a great sigh. It was terrible. She would get grounded for weeks, and weeks, and... She laughed. All she could do was laugh. There was something so funny about it, she just couldn't put her boney finger on it. She sat on the wooden floor. Not exactly sure what to do with the broken doll. Toss it, and never tell her mom? Blame it on the dog No. There was something even better than that. Blair would tell the truth. For once in her life. Things would be different for Blair.
Lying, it was like rollerblading, and then suddenly falling into a deep, dark, abyss. It was fun and games 'til you got caught. Yeah, things would get better...
Blair thought about it as she got up, slowly moving twords the stairs with the doll. What ever happened to her, happened to her. It would be her fate;' either never falling into that abyss again, or just stay in there for eternity.. Only god knows...
- That was taken from another site I rp on ^^-