harper , camilla

[camilla]

welcome to the palace,

camilla harper!

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so we'll just sing it for them,

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the roleplayer,

name: audrey.
age: 14.
gender: female.
years roleplaying: on-off 2 yrs.
other characters: coming soon , dmitri

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you remind me of a few of my famous friends,
the character basics,

full name: Camilla June Harper
nicknames: Cam, sometimes CJ
gender: female.
age: twenty
birthday: May 6th, 1988
orientation: straight
relationship status: single
member group: locals

do you know what i'm seeing,

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appearance,

appearance:
let's take it from t h e ` t o p Camilla's hair is a natural, sunny blond. She hasn't experimented a lot with colors, and doesn't plan on it. When she leaves it alone, it falls past her shoulders in beachy waves. It is her favorite feature, along with her eyes, which are a light hazel. They don't change color according to mood, or any sort of bull like that. She has tried out blue contacts, and thought they looked good, but hasn't worn them a whole lot just cos. Makeup can easily be considered one of Camilla's favorite things. She doesn't go overboard, but she always enjoys putting it on herself and others. For her eyes, she uses some shade of dark eyeliner (either brown or black), mascara, cover-up, and lip gloss, on the daily. When a special occasion rolls around or if she goes out clubbing, she will probably put on glittery eyeshadow, or something else out of the ordinary to make her look.. out of the ordinary. Diverting your attention from her applications of makeup, you'll find that her complexion is clean and fresh.

f a s h i o n , turn to the left You'll often find Camilla in stores like Forever 21, Express, or thrift stores. She has this abnormal luck when it comes to browsing thrift stores. When picking out clothes, she just chooses things she thinks are cute, and that she feels comfortable in. Anything else doesn't really matter. Her style is of course feminine, and Camilla loves to dress up. Formal events are her forte, and she lives for fancy dresses and makeup and heels and jewelry. But her everyday outfits usually consist of skinny jeans, blouses, tank tops, flats, and many other things. If you take a look in her closet, you'll notice it's not very organized but it's full of color. The colors that you'd think no one would be able to pull off Camilla can wear without a worry. Accessories, accessories, accessories. One of Camilla's many little obsessions. Sunglasses, necklaces, bracelets, scarves, purses, and any other accessories of all varieties clutter up her room.

touch my b o d y At 5'10", I suppose you could say Camilla is on the tall side, but don't tell her that. Her height is the one thing that she hates most about herself. For one thing, she spent most of her teenage years being taller than most of the guys around her. It was awkward, and highly annoying. However, after guys got their growth spurts, she still wasn't happy. Along with being tall, Camilla was skinny. Not anorexic, but skinny. There's usually no problem with that, but that caused her to lack any curves, let's just say it, in her chest and rear. She's always been happy and confident with her body, but not filling out jeans or a top properly really gets on her nerves.

played by: Frieda Rose

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it seems i'm someone i've never met,

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personality,

likes:

• chocolate
  
• sunny days
  
• flowers
  
• photography
  
• indie
  
• powerpop
  
• warped tour
  
• the notebook
  
• sad movies
  
• weddings
  
• smiling
  
• laughing
  
• friends & family
  
• good hair days
  
• shopping
  
• payday
  
• having a good time
  
• independence
  
• mentos
  

dislikes:

• excessive lies
  
• waking up early
  
• going to bed early
  
• being sleepy
  
• being lonely
  
• standing in the rain
  
• feeling dumb
  
• vanilla scent
  
• being broke
  
• drama queens
  
• attention whores
  
• judgmental people
  
• death
  
• loss
  
• 'your mom' jokes
  
• negativity
  
• pessimism
  
• feeling nervous
  

strengths: cheering people up, breaking awkward silences, putting together outfits, photography, gardening
weaknesses: says a lot of things without thinking, is unorganized/messy, is a sucker for tall guys and green eyes.
secrets: tattoos on her hip bones, once considered posing as a nude model
personality summary:
m o d e s t Camilla doesn't really receive compliments very well. There are several things that she hears praise for, such as her photography, her appearance, her clothes, the usual things. It's not that people go out of their way to compliment her, but even casual compliments she doesn't handle well. She doesn't want to seem egotistical, and sometimes she is deprecating of herself. If somebody happens to comment on anything about her, she'll blush a quite noticeable hue of red and if she says anything at all, she'll argue with the compliment. It is in fact something she has to work on, but at least she doesn't walk around with her nose in the air like she's the shizz. This may be a result of a lack of self-confidence, but this is how she has always been, for as long as anyone can remember. Camilla's modesty is not only limited to the way she receives compliments. Camilla is also modest in the fact that she never wears clothes that are too revealing. The most skin you'll ever see from her are at the pool or at the beach.

c h e e r y Recently, this has been something that Camilla has been trying to tone down since it has been commented on, as sickening and annoying. Her intentions are good, but sometimes Camilla may come off a little more perky than she'd like to. It's not as bad as it used to be, but she still can't help but be the friendly and perhaps overly nice girl that she is. It's usually only people she knows that see this kind of behavior from her. Otherwise, she's rather calm, and laid-back, just because she's shy around new people. Once she warms up to you though, you'll see a complete change in her. Along with being cheery, she's always eager to help. She would bring you soup if you were sick, and all your room mates avoided you because they didn't want to catch your cold. She would also listen to you rant on and on about an ex, just so you could feel better.

c o m m i t m e n t ` shy It's not that Camilla is an established playerette, it's just that she tends to shy away from any sort of commitment that looms before her, particularly in relationships. Sure, she has boyfriends here and there, but right before things get too serious, she cuts them off. Heartbreak is most certainly not something she enjoys doing, and experiencing, which is why she usually ends things so quickly. She has a fear of being left alone, and by initiating the break-ups, she feels like she has more control when really, she doesn't. Someday, she wants to settle down and live that typical dream of a husband and kids, but she can't see it happening any time soon. No matter what she may say, she does want to get in a serious relationship and be able to feel comfortable with someone.

e v e r - c h a n g i n g This is not to suggest that Camilla is moody or unreliable. What I'm trying to get at is that Camilla is always changing. She's never in the same mood or attitude she was the previous day. Her dispositions may seem similar, but they will definitely have variations here and there. One day she could be her usual cheery and friendly self, and the next day she'll be reserved and pensive. These personality changes don't really have any origin at all. Her parents once looked into bipolarity, but the doctor had said everything was fine. It was just another thing about her that set her apart from other people. You can never exactly know what to expect from Camilla, so be on your toes. Things don't usually get too messy and complicated, but when she's acting differently, it's safe to assume that something is up.

p r o t e c t i v e But not at all territorial. There's a difference, one that Camilla acknowledges, anyway. When she was younger, Camilla was carefree and let others do as they wanted, as long as both parties were happy. It wasn't up until recently that she started seeing a protective side to herself. The whole situation with her sister has seemed to switch everything up. Camilla is a very impressionable, or susceptible, girl, and even the tiniest events in life will stick in her mind for the longest time. At first, her protective nature was only limited to her sister. But now, she seems to be looking out for all her friends, and anyone who is remotely important in her life. It's out of fear of losing them, or having them hurt. Though she tries not to meddle in others' affairs, Camilla tends to act as the conscience and common sense that people lack sometimes.

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things have changed for me,

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history,

nationality: Greek, German
hometown: The Bronx, New York
parents:
Timothy Harper, 50, attorney at law
Joan Avery, 50, florist
Therese Harper, 46, step-mother, author
siblings:
Noelle Harper, 17, half-sister
other important people:
n/a
pets:
Goldfish the Goldfish
Urkel the Siberian husky puppy
Kermit the frog
Kateri the hamster
history summary:
"So, you should know by now, but my name is Camilla June Harper. Mostly, everybody calls me Camilla, or Cam if they're lazy and don't feel up to two extra syllables. Pretty much only my dad calls me CJ, cos we're close like that, yo. Speaking of my dad, my sister Noelle and I lived with him for.. pretty much our whole lives. I've only seen my mom a few times in the twenty years I've been on this planet, but that's fine with me. Mom and dad were high school sweethearts, but lost touch after graduation. In their late twenties, though, they got back together and had me. Out of wedlock. They hadn't intended to start a family together, because my mom was already planning to move back to her native Greece. Without much deliberation, it was settled that she would move to Greece, leaving my dad with a baby. A thirty-year-old guy who was trying to establish himself as a lawyer, left with a baby girl. It was crazy, but my grandma, God rest her soul, helped take care of me.

"Two years later, my dad met Therese. She was not only the woman of his dreams, but she was also what he thought would be a good motherly figure for me. And I suppose she wasn't so bad after all. She and I became friends, but I never really saw her as a mother. As if sensing that I didn't want to feel like her daughter, Therese and my dad decided to have a baby of their own. That's where my sister Noelle comes in. Of course, when she was born I felt a little pushed to the side, because babies need a lot of attention and all that. It seemed like my dad was starting over his happy family, with Noelle and Therese. This would have been more tragic if Noelle was a brat and Therese was evil, but they weren't. So the whole Cinderella thing didn't really play out. And as a little girl who loved Disney movies, that was a little disappointing. Silly, I know, but I got over it and learned to be happy with both Therese and Noelle in my life. In me and my father's lives. Having a baby sister was actually a little fun sometimes, minus the screaming and pooping part, anyway.

"I helped take care of Noelle, because I had always had a fascination with babies (I owned a number of baby dolls). It wasn't until last year that I actually started getting protective of her. But we'll get to that later. So, typical childhood, with a typical-looking family: my dad, Therese, and Noelle. Things don't really get too exciting until high school, so would you mind if I fast-forwarded a bit? .. Didn't think so. High school. I was excited for it, and of course a little nervous. But it held so many opportunities, so many unlocked doors, I was eager to start what would be my last years as an adolescent. And as expected, my high school career was pretty successful, as well as fun. I made a ton of friends that I fit in with, and even though I've lost touch with some of them, there are still a few that I meet up with every now and again. During my senior year, I had my first 'serious' relationship. His name, I don't really feel like mentioning, but I really did think we had something going. Anyone with common sense knew our high school relationship wasn't built to last, but I was oblivious to the fact.

"Shortly before graduation, we broke up. Well. He broke up with me. It was totally random, and apparently he just didn't like me like he used to. Like? I thought he had loved me. He'd said it before, and so convincingly. It tore me in two, and I was really sad, for a really long time. That time period seemed to be a really dramatic time for the whole high school. The main event had been one of my classmates getting pregnant. I didn't personally know her, but that didn't stop me from feeling bad for her like everyone else did. She was shunned by nearly the whole student body, except for her best friend, but not the baby's father. For some reason, she kept the baby and I thought that was pretty admirable. She got to walk during the graduation ceremony, but it was terribly awkward. I didn't even know this girl, but I consider her story part of my history because of what happened to my sister.

"Just last year, a year or so after graduating high school, my sister got pregnant, at sixteen. I had thought her boyfriend was a scum bag from the very beginning, but surprisingly enough, he stuck around. It was just so.. bizarre. Bizarre because Noelle was usually more responsible than that. Bizarre because her boyfriend hadn't gone MIA. Bizarre because my dad didn't have a heart attack. Yeah, he was surprised at first, but not nearly as surprised as when I had told him I wasn't going to college. After hearing that bit of information, he went crazy. I wanted to pursue photography independently, and maybe go to college a few years later if I felt like it. I couldn't help but be a little bit peeved, that he freaked out at me, but not as much at my sister, who had gotten pregnant. It took me a while to get over my annoyance with my dad, but then I realized I had bigger fish to fry (sidenote: I don't like fish).

"Noelle and I shared only half our blood, but we were still blood and that's what counted. I was there for Noelle through every stage of her pregnancy, every craving, every mood swing. Therese and my dad helped too, but they were usually busy with their own affairs. It was I who held her hand during labor. It was her boyfriend, my dad, and Therese that were waiting in the waiting room. I wanted to help her out so badly back then, to make sure she and the baby were okay. Her whole situation shed the tiniest bit of light onto what my classmate must have gone through. Though, I suppose I can never really know what it's like until I experience it, right? Well, anyway. Currently, my nephew is almost one year old, and my sister is seventeen. She and her boyfriend have split up, what a surprise. But that just gives me more of a reason to protect her, even if she may not need me anymore. I don't think I'd be able to listen to the words that tell me she doesn't need me..

"While I'm not babysitting my nephew, I'm at Central Park, or any other pretty places, taking pictures so I can finally become a photographer. Doing this whole independent thing without college leaves a lot of time for my friends, who I love to spend time with."

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if all our life is but a dream,

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for the admin,

time zone: PDT?
minimum word count: 400.
roleplay sample:
His eyes landed on a few people he recognized, but just as quickly averted themselves as he had spotted them. These were no friends of his, the familiar faces he saw. They were his rivals, some idiots who Mike used to deal to, until they got caught while Mike managed to get away scot-free. These kids were inexperienced, they knew nothing about the streets. Though they were Mike's age, a few probably even older, they had grown up pampered and were just now realizing what it meant to rebel. Mike had been doing it his whole life. He knew how to get away from the cops; he knew the places so sketchy that they wouldn't even think about going to. This information might have made him seem mildly intelligent, or something. And he sort of was, somewhat. He was street smart, not book smart, which was perfectly fine for him. Hence, the reason why he didn't opt for college.

He was in complete lay-low mode, now that guys that wanted to smash his face in were here. Oh, Mike could take them alright. He could take them with one hand behind his back. But he was just not in the mood for fighting. At least not tonight. His head bobbed ever so slightly to the music. That was pretty much all you'd get from him, when it came to any sort of dancing. The words "Mike" and "dance" were not used in a sentence together, unless "does not" was put between them. Luckily, he now had something else to pay attention to, instead of his enemies.

Mike did not notice her presence right off the bat, he was too busy making sure he wasn't too conspicuous. When she gave her drink order to the bartender a few stools over was when he noticed. Nobody wouldn't have not noticed. She was stunning, and it was significant that Mike had thoughts like that while looking at her. When it came to women, his thoughts were usually more vulgar and crude. But then again he had never really seen anybody like her before, except for maybe at Xina University, but even there she probably would have stood out. The women Mike tended to be around were either strippers or his friends' girlfriends, and some of them were strippers as well. But this girl, who had ordered a Coke, didn't look like a slut. Mike smirked to himself. A new pick-up line.. "Hey, you don't look like a slut." Brill, just brill.

"You look like a creep, stop staring." his thoughts chided and he averted his gaze from her, to return to the stage, where the band was clearing off for someone else to play. And all this time he hadn't learned their name. Nothing else seemed to be happening, as he was shrinking away from those who hated him and being mesmerized by a stranger's beauty. Speaking of which... Mike saw her sit in a booth, alone. "She probably has a date.." His pessimism had always kicked in before the optimism. There were a few minutes of already recorded music as the next band set up. Many people took this time to chit chat with one another, a dull roar accompanying the sounds of the music. Mike had taken that time, however, to debate whether or not going over to her booth would be a good idea. Surely, he had no issues with being outgoing, and he certainly had no issues with dealing with an angry boyfriend if she had one, but something about her made him doubt himself. That was weird.

Finally, his mind reached a decision. And by this time, the band was already set up. He stood up off the barstool, beer bottle half-empty and in his hand. Casually walking over to her, he sat in the booth-seat in front of her as if they had known each other and previously arranged to meet up. "Planning on meeting anyone?" he asked, ready to be shot down by the boyfriend-bomb. Why would a girl like her not have a boyfriend?

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this application was made by edi, lyrics belong to panic at the disco and this format was inspired by valkyrie academy

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[kylie parker]

accepted,
lovely app audrey =]. welcome to i want it my way! remember to make all your claims and have fun!