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APPLICATION:
OOC information:
Name (or what you want us to call you): Sasha
Contact information: (AIM, email, or both) AIM: whimsysasha / sashalabella@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Holds: (Did you place a hold? If so, under what journal?) No
Your character:
Full name: Claire Monroe
Age: 17, 18 in a week or so.
Birthday: July 31st, 1990
Occupation: Student
Location: Upper East Side, Manhattan, NY
Literary Character: Juliet, from Romeo and Juliet
Ability: When she falls in love, that's it, she's madly, passionately in love. She also has no tolerance whatsoever for any kind of drugs or alcohol. She has one drink, one sleeping pill, and she's out cold, almost like she was dead.
Link to source: Never was there a story of more woe…
Personality: Claire is a sweet, dreamy sort of girl, perpetually innocent, the kind that seems always touched by a sort of wonder when it comes to the world around her. That's the first impression, at any rate. Underneath that is a smart, sharp, strong-willed young woman, quick with a quip or a witty reply, though still unsure how to spread her own wings very far. She's fairly well-read, very articulate, and she likes all the trappings of high culture: art, dance, and music. She is a good daughter, a good student, obedient and honest, but even still, she seems to come up short of her parents' expectations for her (she still doesn't know what they are, exactly, only that she's not meeting them). All the same, she tries her best and lives in hope that some day, she'll meet muster.
However, for all that obedience, Claire has a willful streak in her, a steel backbone sheathed in velvet. Once she is committed to something, fully committed, then there is no dissuading her, and there is no telling to which the lengths she will go. She hasn't been put to the test, but time will show where her true passion in life lays. She dreams of making a difference in the world, but she knows realistically that she'll marry one of the sons of her father's business associates, have a lavish wedding that makes Page 6, then do all the things her mother does. Golden cages have lovely bars, but Claire knows full well that they're still bars, in the end.
History: Claire is the only daughter of the wealthy, socially prestigious Monroe family. Treated like a little princess from birth, Claire grew up accustomed to luxury and privilege. She also grew up thinking of her nanny, Georgia, as more her mother than her own mother. Her parents were distant, sending her to riding classes, music lessons, all of the culturally enriching activities expected of the upper class. She was trotted out on occasion to play the piano, or to show her parents appropriate kinds of affection, but she knew from an early age that she was never really the priority in their world. She was sent to boarding school in Europe when she was eleven, learned French and geography right along with etiquette and deportment, and only came home to make her debut at sixteen and to finish her education in New York at a prestigious Catholic prep school. Claire did everything her parents wanted, never stepped a toe out of line. Consequently, she felt more and more like an afterthought. Georgia was proud, doting, affectionate, and never wasted a moment to tell her how proud she was of her. She has consistently been more of a mother to Claire than her own mother has ever been, and Claire adores her whole-heartedly. Georgia is her source of advice, her confidant, and in many ways, her best friend. Privilege can be very lonely, and Claire often feels isolated, unable to really bond and make friends. Georgia is her emotional center.
When it came time to pick a college, Claire opted for Columbia, mostly so she could live at home. She begins this fall as a freshman, and she has yet to determine her major, though she's leaning towards art history. Her parents were pleased—it is an Ivy, after all—and celebrated her high school graduation with an appropriate gift from Tiffany's, a diamond cross she never takes off. Claire knows they didn't put any real thought into it, but she likes to believe they did, and hopes that some day, they might notice the young woman she's become and appreciate her. The necklace is a symbol of that, something to hold on to. There's no harm in hoping, after all. She lives in hope.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
PB: Alexis Bledel
Link to PB picture: one :: two
Variations on PB: not really
Sample Roleplay:
Examples of first person journal entries:
This is rather old, but:
Tessa Lochlan, an OC in a post-Hogwarts HP game that's long closed.
Examples of third person threads:
Not as old, mercifully!
Jane Grey, in a post-apocalyptic future thing that looks a lot like a 1930s traveling carnival.
Example first person entry of this particular character:
Tomorrow: Tennis, 10 am; Mother's DAR luncheon, 1 pm; piano lessons, 3 pm.
Mother is mostly trying to groom me to join the DAR after college and I'm married. I know that. It's still nice to be invited to go, at least (even if it will be boring as humanly possible and if a human being could die of boredom, it would be entirely possible at one of these things). Father's in Atlanta on business, we won't see him until August sometime, before I start school. I understand there's supposed to be some sort of party. I doubt it's for my starting at Columbia, or even a late birthday party, but it's a nice pretense. Mother wants to do a masked ball type thing, very romantic, all under the stars in the heat, maybe on a rooftop garden. Georgia says that masked parties are more trouble than they're worth, but that I could probably use a little bit of trouble in my life. She says I'm better groomed than any of those "trashy European princesses" I went to school with in Switzerland. (Georgia was born down South and it shows. Trashy is the worst insult in her vocabulary, and I never, ever, ever want to know what I'd have to do for her to call me trashy.)
All the same, it's a fairly quiet summer day. I'm glad to be back in the city, even if it's hot as hell's back burner. The Hamptons are incredibly dull in ways I can't begin to articulate, all sorts of poised postcard activities that just…eat away at the soul. Sometimes, I wonder if people actually do have souls, or if that's the price for success.
Still, it's going to be a long day tomorrow, the heat makes every day long, so I suppose I should go to bed now, get a jump on it. I actually like my piano instructor; I don't want to look exhausted when he comes by. Georgia says he's sweet on me. I think she's imagining things. He is nice, though. I wonder if I'll meet anyone as nice as he is at college. I hope so. Being at all-girls schools for so long, the idea of being in class with boys makes me nervous. It's a flustered, ridiculous sort of nervous and I feel so stupid for it, but I don't know what it's going to be like. I don't think I can judge it on my piano instructor. I'll ask Georgia about it later.
APPLICATION:
OOC information:
Name (or what you want us to call you): Sasha
Contact information: (AIM, email, or both) AIM: whimsysasha / sashalabella@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Holds: (Did you place a hold? If so, under what journal?) No
Your character:
Full name: Claire Monroe
Age: 17, 18 in a week or so.
Birthday: July 31st, 1990
Occupation: Student
Location: Upper East Side, Manhattan, NY
Literary Character: Juliet, from Romeo and Juliet
Ability: When she falls in love, that's it, she's madly, passionately in love. She also has no tolerance whatsoever for any kind of drugs or alcohol. She has one drink, one sleeping pill, and she's out cold, almost like she was dead.
Link to source: Never was there a story of more woe…
Personality: Claire is a sweet, dreamy sort of girl, perpetually innocent, the kind that seems always touched by a sort of wonder when it comes to the world around her. That's the first impression, at any rate. Underneath that is a smart, sharp, strong-willed young woman, quick with a quip or a witty reply, though still unsure how to spread her own wings very far. She's fairly well-read, very articulate, and she likes all the trappings of high culture: art, dance, and music. She is a good daughter, a good student, obedient and honest, but even still, she seems to come up short of her parents' expectations for her (she still doesn't know what they are, exactly, only that she's not meeting them). All the same, she tries her best and lives in hope that some day, she'll meet muster.
However, for all that obedience, Claire has a willful streak in her, a steel backbone sheathed in velvet. Once she is committed to something, fully committed, then there is no dissuading her, and there is no telling to which the lengths she will go. She hasn't been put to the test, but time will show where her true passion in life lays. She dreams of making a difference in the world, but she knows realistically that she'll marry one of the sons of her father's business associates, have a lavish wedding that makes Page 6, then do all the things her mother does. Golden cages have lovely bars, but Claire knows full well that they're still bars, in the end.
History: Claire is the only daughter of the wealthy, socially prestigious Monroe family. Treated like a little princess from birth, Claire grew up accustomed to luxury and privilege. She also grew up thinking of her nanny, Georgia, as more her mother than her own mother. Her parents were distant, sending her to riding classes, music lessons, all of the culturally enriching activities expected of the upper class. She was trotted out on occasion to play the piano, or to show her parents appropriate kinds of affection, but she knew from an early age that she was never really the priority in their world. She was sent to boarding school in Europe when she was eleven, learned French and geography right along with etiquette and deportment, and only came home to make her debut at sixteen and to finish her education in New York at a prestigious Catholic prep school. Claire did everything her parents wanted, never stepped a toe out of line. Consequently, she felt more and more like an afterthought. Georgia was proud, doting, affectionate, and never wasted a moment to tell her how proud she was of her. She has consistently been more of a mother to Claire than her own mother has ever been, and Claire adores her whole-heartedly. Georgia is her source of advice, her confidant, and in many ways, her best friend. Privilege can be very lonely, and Claire often feels isolated, unable to really bond and make friends. Georgia is her emotional center.
When it came time to pick a college, Claire opted for Columbia, mostly so she could live at home. She begins this fall as a freshman, and she has yet to determine her major, though she's leaning towards art history. Her parents were pleased—it is an Ivy, after all—and celebrated her high school graduation with an appropriate gift from Tiffany's, a diamond cross she never takes off. Claire knows they didn't put any real thought into it, but she likes to believe they did, and hopes that some day, they might notice the young woman she's become and appreciate her. The necklace is a symbol of that, something to hold on to. There's no harm in hoping, after all. She lives in hope.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
PB: Alexis Bledel
Link to PB picture: one :: two
Variations on PB: not really
Sample Roleplay:
Examples of first person journal entries:
This is rather old, but:
Tessa Lochlan, an OC in a post-Hogwarts HP game that's long closed.
Examples of third person threads:
Not as old, mercifully!
Jane Grey, in a post-apocalyptic future thing that looks a lot like a 1930s traveling carnival.
Example first person entry of this particular character:
Tomorrow: Tennis, 10 am; Mother's DAR luncheon, 1 pm; piano lessons, 3 pm.
Mother is mostly trying to groom me to join the DAR after college and I'm married. I know that. It's still nice to be invited to go, at least (even if it will be boring as humanly possible and if a human being could die of boredom, it would be entirely possible at one of these things). Father's in Atlanta on business, we won't see him until August sometime, before I start school. I understand there's supposed to be some sort of party. I doubt it's for my starting at Columbia, or even a late birthday party, but it's a nice pretense. Mother wants to do a masked ball type thing, very romantic, all under the stars in the heat, maybe on a rooftop garden. Georgia says that masked parties are more trouble than they're worth, but that I could probably use a little bit of trouble in my life. She says I'm better groomed than any of those "trashy European princesses" I went to school with in Switzerland. (Georgia was born down South and it shows. Trashy is the worst insult in her vocabulary, and I never, ever, ever want to know what I'd have to do for her to call me trashy.)
All the same, it's a fairly quiet summer day. I'm glad to be back in the city, even if it's hot as hell's back burner. The Hamptons are incredibly dull in ways I can't begin to articulate, all sorts of poised postcard activities that just…eat away at the soul. Sometimes, I wonder if people actually do have souls, or if that's the price for success.
Still, it's going to be a long day tomorrow, the heat makes every day long, so I suppose I should go to bed now, get a jump on it. I actually like my piano instructor; I don't want to look exhausted when he comes by. Georgia says he's sweet on me. I think she's imagining things. He is nice, though. I wonder if I'll meet anyone as nice as he is at college. I hope so. Being at all-girls schools for so long, the idea of being in class with boys makes me nervous. It's a flustered, ridiculous sort of nervous and I feel so stupid for it, but I don't know what it's going to be like. I don't think I can judge it on my piano instructor. I'll ask Georgia about it later.