Post by poppy on Jan 4, 2010 0:36:50 GMT -5
full name • poppy isabelle beaumont.
nick names • none.
age • eighteen.
grade • senior.
job • haha, as if.
hometown • manhattan.
sexuality • heterosexual.
member group • high school.
height •
five foot seven inches.
hair •
blonde.
eyes •
blue.
play by •
brittany snow.
likes •
getting her own way, shopping, romance movies, reality television, parties, older guys, dancing, acting, fashion magazines, coffee, sunbathing, being noticed.
dislikes •
tanya, her brother, her father, nadia, being told no, getting ignored, horror movies, smoking, creeps, people who use her, pathetic nobodies, cats, being upstaged.
habits/quirks •
she bites her lip whe she's nervous or angry or thinking or worried. so, quite a lot actually. poppy tends to toss her hair back a lot, it's just something that she does, there's no reason to it.
fears •
that nadia will steal the little attention she actually gets from her father. that her father's marriage to tanya will actually last. she wants to make something of herself, but she's scared that she'll be a nobody.
dreams •
work in the fashion industry like her mother.
make her father proud of her.
secrets •
she's jealous of the attention her brother gives to nadia.
poppy acts like a slut, but she's still a virgin.
she obsesses over her weight.
overall •
manipulative. uptight. bitch. demanding. attention-whore. outgoing. loud. spoiled. socialite. caring...sometimes. snob. high and mighty. cares for few. distrusting. has her moments. unhappy.
mother •
maddison louise beaumont; deceased; fashion designer
father •
andrew jonathan beaumont; forty-seven; lawyer
siblings •
aiden royce beaumont; twenty-five; drug dealer
scarlett anabelle beaumont; seventeen; student
pets •
N/A
other family •
tanya isabella marguax; twenty-three;
nadia vivenne marguax; twenty; student; cousin through marriage.
timothy joseph marguax; thirty-six; author; uncle through marriage.
olivia anne marguax; thirty-six; artist; aunt through marriage.
overall •
poppy was the second beaumont child to be born to maddison and andrew beaumont. they, along with poppy's older brother aiden lived in manhattan, with andrew being one of the city's hottest lawyers and maddison's designs making their way onto several runways - it's safe to say the beaumont's lived in a life of luxury. from a young age poppy was spoiled, her every whim and demand was seen to, she got what she wanted and demanded constant attention from everyone. as far as she was concerned, even after scarlett came alone she was still the favourite, and the more she got the more she wanted. aiden, however despised the fact that she got so much attention that he started to treat her like crap, did she care? yes. did she show him that he cared? of course not.
she hasn't always been such a spiteful little cow however, she did used to have some ounce of decency in her. poppy did what she could to make herself more desirable, she spent a lot of time with her mother and her models, which caused her to have an unhealthy obsession over her appearance, not that anybody noticed , why should they? poppy was a pretty little socialite who was set for big things. she told nobody about her insecurities and nobody bothered to ask. however life changed dramatically when she was sixteen years old, the time where she was rapidly rising through ranks and living up to the beaumont name; constantly in the public eye thanks to her father and then even more so after the car accident. the crash that was fatal to her mother and almost destroyed the family. after maddison died, a little part of poppy died with her. she wore one of her mother's unreleased dresses from what would have been her newest collection, but instead every dress and every clothing item that belonged to her mother's collections are now stored on a rack in poppy's infamous walk-in closet. she was adamant that nobody else got those dresses, she would happily share with scarlett though but that's it.
so, she became a bigger bitch, she was cruel, demanding and down right evil. oh she wasn't stupid though; poppy being the natural actress that she was always had a smile for the cameras and something witty to say to the paparazzi whenever she attended an event alongside her father. she even braved a face when she stood by her father at his wedding to the Devil. yes. a mere two years after maddison's death and it wasn't long before one of the most famous lawyers in the city was snapped up by some long-legged parisian known by tanya. naturally, poppy hated her and did everything in her power to stop the wedding, but her father ignored her constantly and went on to marry the gold-digging slut who was two years younger than his eldest son. talk about perverted. so then poppy became even more of a destructive brat, she didn't want this tanya nobody coming in and stealing her father and draining his bank account. despite only being eighteen, she decided she was going to make her mark on the nightlife scene and see if that would get a reaction from her father.
of course it didn't. because right when he started to pay attention to her like he used to, nadia arrived. the stupid little cow who just had to be a relative of the long-legged bitch, appeared from nowhere. her father spouted some crap about her having "home difficulties" so that she was going to be spending time with them, seeing as she was now part of the family. family. yeah right. it all became a big fat joke, and poppy grew bored of it, fast. even her brother was falling for it all, sucking up to nadia as if she was something special. alright so they never got on in the first place but she was still pissed that he was being such a traitor and fratenizing with the enemy. now? she's doing everything she can to get rid of nadia and tanya as fast as she can so she can go back to leading the life of luxury that she adores so much.
your name • jade.
your age • sixteen.
roleplaying experience • two years..or something? i have no idea. x)
how you found us • angieee.
roleplay sample •
Mikayla had always said that you can make most out of nothing and the best out of anything. Yet, there she was lounging across a somewhat comfortable arm chair with several folders laying open around her; stray pieces of paper with random notes scrawled across the page and there was also several scrumpled, slightly singed pieces of crap that had made her frustrated. In her frustration, she'd burned them slighty and if one were to look closely, there were several of these scattered across the lounge. Of course, she would clean it all up later, but right now she had to get her work done. Theatre. She loved it, being on the stage and having people watch her; designing costumes for her roles to make the part feel real; toying with the lights to see which one would make her look even prettier. But then there was script writing. She would never say that she was amazing at it, but for the most part she did come up with some interesting plays, it just took her a long time and several tries to get something worth handing in to her professor.
So while she murdered the end of her pen with her teeth, chewing determindly as if some idea was going to pop into her head by magic. "The more you stress about it, the harder it's going to be to produce something worth reading, you know." With an irritable sigh, she glanced up to see Damien, sitting opposite her, his claws digging into the back on an armchair similar to the one she was in herself. "If I wanted your opinion, I would ask for it. Besides, you don't know anything about writing - if I were you I'd keep quiet." With a slight huff she went back to chewing her pen, only to be interrupted yet again. "You don't have to be so mean about it. I was only trying to help.." She knew he'd do this. Make her feel guilty for being horrible to him, and Mikayla did attempt to keep her eyes focused on the page below but as she looked up and saw how he hung is head sadly, giving her what could only be described as a puppy-dog face, she gave in. "I'm sorry Damien, but for a shadow you really are a pain sometimes" He ruffled his feathers huffily in response, turning his back to her to show that he was not a happy parrot.
Laughing at him, she finally closed the folder that was sitting comfortably in her lap, and sat up slowly, tossing it lightly onto the low table that was in front of her. She planned on cleaning up the room before someone came in and yelled at her for making a mess. It wasn't her fault. Artists need chaos to create something wonderful..or that was the excuse she planned on using anyway. Swiftly picking the other folders and notebooks from the floor and adding them to the pile on the table, Mikayla set about collecting all the stray, slightly burned balls of paper she'd been tossing around the room in annoyance. She was half way across the room, a satisfactory pile in her arms when something caught her eye and captured her attention immediately. Mikayla could just see Damien rolling her eyes at her as she dropped the paper balls onto the floor making yet another mess, focusing on her reflection in the mirror as she took in her appearance. She hadn't made that much of an effort this morrning, looking a lot more casual than she usually did. But she only had one afternoon class, and she was tired. But they were pathetic excuses. Pouting ever so slightly, she ran her fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to tame the loose strands that had went AWOL as she'd been stressing. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice the door to the lounge open, as she stood surrounded by her paper balls completely oblivious to everything that wasn't her. Typical Mikayla.
NOTES !?;; that sucked, i'm sorry D: !?
STATUS !?;; finished !?
TAGGED !?;; the lovely yelena !?
WORDS !?;; six eight eight !?
OUTFIT !?;; clicky <3 !?
CREDIT !?;; me a.k.a JADE !? @ caution 2.0
So while she murdered the end of her pen with her teeth, chewing determindly as if some idea was going to pop into her head by magic. "The more you stress about it, the harder it's going to be to produce something worth reading, you know." With an irritable sigh, she glanced up to see Damien, sitting opposite her, his claws digging into the back on an armchair similar to the one she was in herself. "If I wanted your opinion, I would ask for it. Besides, you don't know anything about writing - if I were you I'd keep quiet." With a slight huff she went back to chewing her pen, only to be interrupted yet again. "You don't have to be so mean about it. I was only trying to help.." She knew he'd do this. Make her feel guilty for being horrible to him, and Mikayla did attempt to keep her eyes focused on the page below but as she looked up and saw how he hung is head sadly, giving her what could only be described as a puppy-dog face, she gave in. "I'm sorry Damien, but for a shadow you really are a pain sometimes" He ruffled his feathers huffily in response, turning his back to her to show that he was not a happy parrot.
Laughing at him, she finally closed the folder that was sitting comfortably in her lap, and sat up slowly, tossing it lightly onto the low table that was in front of her. She planned on cleaning up the room before someone came in and yelled at her for making a mess. It wasn't her fault. Artists need chaos to create something wonderful..or that was the excuse she planned on using anyway. Swiftly picking the other folders and notebooks from the floor and adding them to the pile on the table, Mikayla set about collecting all the stray, slightly burned balls of paper she'd been tossing around the room in annoyance. She was half way across the room, a satisfactory pile in her arms when something caught her eye and captured her attention immediately. Mikayla could just see Damien rolling her eyes at her as she dropped the paper balls onto the floor making yet another mess, focusing on her reflection in the mirror as she took in her appearance. She hadn't made that much of an effort this morrning, looking a lot more casual than she usually did. But she only had one afternoon class, and she was tired. But they were pathetic excuses. Pouting ever so slightly, she ran her fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to tame the loose strands that had went AWOL as she'd been stressing. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice the door to the lounge open, as she stood surrounded by her paper balls completely oblivious to everything that wasn't her. Typical Mikayla.
NOTES !?;; that sucked, i'm sorry D: !?
STATUS !?;; finished !?
TAGGED !?;; the lovely yelena !?
WORDS !?;; six eight eight !?
OUTFIT !?;; clicky <3 !?
CREDIT !?;; me a.k.a JADE !? @ caution 2.0