I'M FALLING IN LOVE ALONE `` gloria_lily *}

[GLORIA ASHWOOD]

ASHWOOD , gloria lily - sixteen - erika altosaar

ohaithur. my name is Laurie and i'm a Girl. i found
this place through Magic and i joined because i'm cool like that.
i'm from North West England and those rules? psh, i read them twice.
want proof? get lost. in stereo! :D. oh, btw, if you wanna contact me, just
send me a pm or something. oyar, i also play no one else at the moment. now,
onto this little girl.

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full name -

Gloria Lily Ashwood

nicknames -

Just call me Gloria, yeah?

age -

Sixteen

date of birth -

28th of October

grade -

junior

member group

local

gender -

girlyyy

orientation -

heterosexual

play by -

Erika Atlosaar

canon or original? -

originallllll

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height -

ehhh, I'm not too sure? I'd say I'm about 5 ft 6, though.

weight -

How should I know? I mean really, I don't weigh myself. Okay, okay. I'm going to guess at around 120 lbs?

tattoos and piercings -

just my ear lobes. I got them done when I was eleven, and almost passed out because I have such a low pain threshold. I'd love to have more, but I'm just too scared. haha.

distinguishing features -

distinguishing? I guess you could say that my hair is pretty noticable, eh? I'm a natural redhead, though I do die it a more obvious shade quite a lot. You could say that my dress sense is sort of "quirky", too, I guess. I like to dress in things that you'd normally see in a charity shop, and I'm a big fan of vintage. Oh, and people say I have really big lips, which is irritating to be honest. People always think I'm pouting! haha.

physical flaws -

Those big 'ol lips I was telling you about, for a start. But my worst feature has got to be my eyebrows. They're out of control! no matter how much time i spend trying to neaten them up, they always manage to look grotesque. Plus, I should probably exercise more. I really need to tone up my arms and legs. and my stomach. Urgh.

personal style -

Style? pheh. i already told you about my clothes, didn't I? Do try to keep up. I love oversized, baggy sweaters and outfits that most people would rather leave in the back of their wardrobes forevermore. I'm one of those people who spends hours on their hair and makeup trying to make themselves look as if they've only just rolled out of bed. My fashion sense is simple. I have none.

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likes -

Being alone, Green Day, painting, being alone, sunny weather, tea, pepsi max (never coke. ever), Kids, reading, A Fine Frenzy, classic novels, hanging around with tourists, All Time Low, photography, being the centre of attention, starbucks coffee, spending time on the beach, music festivals

dislikes -

being ignored, scary movies, bad weather, strawberries, cats, people who are mean to kids, sports, dwelling on the past, exams, liars, being too busy to just relax and enjoy the sun, drama, really expensive clothes

strengths -

• Easily amused- some people might not think it's a strength, but I think it is. I mean, it makes it so much easier for me to be happy, for one thing.
  
• Artistic- I'm really creative. And that's not me being big headed, it's the truth. I enjoy art because I'm good at it, and I have a good eye for what does and doesn't work.
  
• Intelligent- Again, I'm not boasting, but I am clever. I do well in school, and most of the time I have enough common sense to be able to figure out how to fix my own problems.
  
• Confident- I may not be friends with too many people, but I'm pretty comfortable in my own skin. I don't have any problem chatting to people, and I'm not easily intimidated.
  
• Affectionate- The people I care about are never in any doubt of how much they mean to me. I like to remind my friends how important they are, and I do like me a good cuddle from time to time.

weaknesses -

• Clumsy- It makes art difficult, since I'm nearly always knocking stuff over.
  
• Easily Distracted- I have a short attention span, and I loove interest in things quickly if there's something more exciting going on in the background.
  
• Competitive- I don't care what you say, that's not a good thing. I always have to win at everything, it drives most of my friends insane.
  
• Suspicious- I find it hard to trust people, because I'm always so sure that there's some sort of ulterior motive behind everything. Usually, I'm right about it, but it's unhealthy to be so weary of everyone all the time.
  
• Worrier- I tend to get worried easily. Stuff that won't bother most people can have me all nervous for weeks at a time, and once I get a negative thought in my head it can take ages for me to get it off my mind.

fears -

• Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.
  
• Telephonophobia- Fear of telephones.
  
• Apeirophobia- Fear of the infinite.

secret -

I'm applying for emancipation. And you don't get to judge me for that, you have NO IDEA how terrible my father is at parenting. I mean, sure, it's not like it's making any difference to me these days anyway, but I just don't want anything more to do with him.

overall personality -

Personality? I've got that stuff coming out of my ears. No, really. There are so many more sides to me than people seem to realise. For one, there's the distant, distainful girl I am around my poor excuse for a father. Not that you can really blame me for being harsh on him, after what he's put me through the past few years.

But like I say, that's just one side of the story. When I'm around my friends, I become the sort of me I always knew I was deep down. I care about my friends, I'll do whatever it takes to protect them, and I'm always willing to put their happiness first. I don't mind that I'm usually the one watching from the sidelines, either. I'm a naturally quiet person. (Yes, I know I told you about how I love to be centre stage, and I'm getting to that bit in a minute, so just shut up.) I only speak when i have something worthwhile to say; much better than not knowing when to stop talking, right?

That being said, I like to be made a fuss of. Who doesn't? sure, people say they don't like attention, but deep down you always know that they do. It's human nature, just some people choose not to admit to it as freely as others. I like to be liked, and that doesn't make me a bad person.

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hometown -

Boswyth, England

father -

Thomas Ashwood, 37, Engineer

mother -

Angelique Ashwood, 35 (deceased)

history -

My history is probably more interesting than most people's, and I guess you could say it was pretty sad, really, but whatever. I'm not looking for sympathy from anyone, thanks. I was born right here in Boswyth, in the house my mum and dad inherited after dad's parents died young in some accident. My parents were pretty young themselves at the time, they'd been together since high school, and people said they'd never last. They were right, of course, but the marriage didn't end in divorce, it ended when mum died just before my seventh birthday.

I never found out until a few years later that she'd been sick for a long time before that. Leukaemia. They decided not to tell me, because they thought I was too young to understand what was going on. They didn't want to scare me, apparently. Weird thing is, once mum wasn't around anymore, my dad couldn't give two shits about me. He did try for a bit, i'll give him that much, but somehow I still ended up alone a lot. People around the village said it was because being around me reminded him too much of my mum, or something like that. Terrible excuse if you ask me. I mean, I lost my fucking mother, the least he could do was act like a father.

The next few years, things didn't exactly get better. Dad remarried to some bimbo, had twins with her, and left me to more or less raise myself. I'm not complaining, though. This was about the same time that I met Joseph Donnelly, and he's easily the best friend i've ever had. We got close thanks to my constant bitching about my dad and his new family, he was always there to talk when I needed to have a good rant.

Then, a few months ago, my dad offered to pay the rent on a little flat for me, claiming he thought I'd enjoy a bit of independence. As if I've not been "independent" since I was seven, thanks to him. I don't know weather it's his way of making up for how he acted, but it's too late for that now. I accepted his offer, of course, but only after I'd told him I wanted to file for emancipation. Apparently, he wants to fight for his parental rights, but the sooner I get him out of my life the better.

we'reonemistakefrombeing
together.

roleplay sample

Everything was a blur. Caitie could rember meeting Alex in the club, and she recalled the two bombshells he'd dropped, but she couldn't remember if it was real, or just some dream she'd had when she was unconscious. It seemed too... far fetched, somehow. Jasey having cancer, Alex accidentally murdering someone, and then going on the run? Her heart gave a small twinge at the memory of their goodbye. Real or imagined, it had been one of the hardest things she'd had to do. Not knowing when, or even if they would see eachother again.

A nurse popped her head around the door, smiling warmly at her. "Sweetheart, could you give us the contact details for the father so we can notify him, please?" she asked gently, looking at Caitie as if she expected her to try to kill herself at any minute. Without thinking about it, she gave them Christian's name and home phone number. Really, she should have given his mobile, but she wasn't thinking about the possibility of one of his parents picking up. Her head hurt, she felt sick, and right now, all she wanted was to be out of the woman's watchful, judgemental gaze.

For the next half hour, Caitie drifed in and out of hazy sleep as her body slowly eased itself out of it's state of shock. She barely even noticed when Christian walked into the room, sitting down beside her bed. She rolled over at the sound of his anxious voice, though, smiling weakly in greeting.

"Hey, Christian." Caitie murmured, sitting up gingerly in the bed. "you didn't have to rush over here, you know. I'm fine, really."

She wanted to ask him about Jasey, find out if it was true. Caitie had to know if her friend was okay, but the only way to find out was by admitting she'd seen Alex, and that he'd told her. If he really had been there, doing that would link him to the man in the alley and more or less brand him as guilty, and if he hadn't, she'd just look crazy. Neither of those things were something she wanted to risk, so for now she decided to keep her mouth shut. A sudden thought popped into her head then, though. "That man... the one outside the club. I called an ambulance for him before I passed out, but it didn't look good... do you know if he was okay?" If the guy had survived, the worst Alex would be in trouble with was assault, maybe accidental GBH. He'd be able to come home, and he wouldn't be out there somewhere, scared and alone....

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