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Post by NATHALIA GEMMA-CLAIRE SCOTT on Mar 27, 2011 15:25:30 GMT -7
FULL NAME: Nathalia Gemma-Claire Scott
NICKNAMES: Nat, Thalia, Lia, Care Bear
GENDER: Female
AGE: Twenty
BIRTHDAY: June 11th
ORIENTATION: Straight
MEMBER GROUP: Citizen
HAIR COLOR: Dirty blonde
EYE COLOR: Sky blue
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 125lbs
BODY TYPE: toned, tanned, skinny
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: She looks skinny to a point that people assume she's anorexic or bulimic. She is actually naturally that skinny.
PERSONAL STYLE: Nathalia's style is very contradicting. The way she dresses is very casual-elegant. Her outfits seem effortless, but at the same time, totally sexy. It made her seem lovable, but obviously unapproachable. Her clothing tends to be quite revealing, but the way she matches it up with other pieces of clothing and make up, she could pass for conservative. Her style is very unique, but all the while, very everyday-like. But every once in a while, she liked to put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and call it a day.
PLAYED BY: Candice Swanepoel
 LIKES: her family, her son, laughter, sunsets, swimming, surfing, the beach, sports, partying, singing, reading, friends, dressing up, accesorizing.
DISLIKES: abuse, liars, cheaters, thunderstorms, negative people, being far away from her son, chocolate, hangovers, jail, needles, the hospital.
STRENGTHS: sports, running, loyal, compassionate, friendly, trustworthy.
WEAKNESSES: needles, her son, her family, hospitals, gullible, can't stand up for herself
SECRETS: Nathalia has a three year old son named Kyler Alexander-Gray George. She was once engaged to his father. She had also been sexually, physically, emotionally, and verbally abused by said father. She's been to jail because she was framed for drug possessions.
PERSONALITY SUMMARY: Nathalia is easy to describe, in a way. she's vibrant, friendly, outgoing, adventurous, and definitely kind. She will lend a helping to anybody and everybody, any time, any day. She listens when you have something to say, and speaks her opinions when it needed to be spoken. She's extremely protective of the ones she loves the most. She'd take a million bullets for them, and still go for another round if they asked her too. She'd die to protect them, and kill for their happiness. She's constantly putting others before herself, and making sure they're not sad or angry. She's very motherly when it comes to her siblings and parents. She's the kind of girl who's perfect in every way. She's the beauty and the brawn, but at the same time, she is very very closed off. There are so many walls built up that no one really knows her that well except for the fact that she's a sweetheart. She's been abused before, therefor, She's not very trusting of those around her. But she is never angry, never frustrated, never impatient, or unkind. Although, she's a total party animal. You can definitely count on seeing her at every single party. She wouldn't miss it for the world. She may look like a saint, but she parties like she's the devil's call girl. She's also very loyal, and likes to keep to herself- almost to a point where she comes off as shy and unapproachable.
 NATIONALITY: American/German
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California
PARENTS:
wesley james scott, fifty one, business
julianna annabel scott, fourty eight, realtor
SIBLINGS:
zachary adam scott, twenty three, brother
jayden michael scott, twenty two, brother
noelle alexis scott, eighteen, sister
isaac cole scott, fifteen, brother
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
Kyler Alexander-Gray George - three, son
Kayden Gray George- twenty one, father of her child, ex fiance
Bradley Alexander Scott - eighteen - cousin
Hunter Riley Scott - eighteen - cousin
HISTORY SUMMARY:
Wesley and Julianna met in their junior year of college. Julianna had recently moved to LA, and soon got into a couple of classes with Wesley. At first, they hated each other with a passion, constantly bickering, shouting, yelling, and challenging each other. They couldn't be left alone in a room without ripping at each other's throats. Yelling soon turned to angry sex, and angry sex soon turned into friends with benefits. This went on for years, until, finally, Wesley found the guts to ask Julianna out for a perfect date. Unsurprisingly, it had turned into a disaster. Not even five minutes into their dinner, they had resort to bickering once again, and ended up with Julianna walking home. It took Wesley months to finally convince her to go on another date with him. After two years of dating, they finally got married. That same year, she gave birth to Zachary, and then Jayden the year after that.
Then came Nathalia Gemma-Claire Scott. She was born on a nice and sunny day on June eleventh in Los Angeles, California. She had always been a happy baby. Always laughing, smiling, and playing. She always brought a smile upon her family's face no matter what. She was just a ray of sunshine everywhere she went, and you'd never see her whine or cry or throw a temper tantrum. But in a family as big as hers, money had always been tight- even when she was a toddler,- especially after Noelle and Isaac was born. Nevertheless, their parents still wanted the best for their children- especially at a place like LA, so they sent all of their kids to private schools. Both her older brothers and herself took on extra jobs to help with the tuition, but at schools like these, you had to be discreet about it. Money meant everything to these students, and the second they find out you're dead broke, they treat you differently.
So all through her years of high school. She played spoiled rich girl. Popular, beautiful, hottest cheerleader, sweet, friendly, happy. Who wouldn't want her? Everybody wanted to be her friend, and wished that they were her. Especially after Kaydn Gray George took an interest in her. Popular, handsome, rich, hard to get, mysterious, and athletic. They were bound to end up a couple. They started sleeping together, and they were the perfect couple in high school. Her brothers had hated her dating Kaydn, and she didn't understand why, just that she loved him and that her brothers were just being overprotective. She fell in love with him, and she was sure he loved her because even though he knew she was dirt poor, he still stayed with her. But all good things must come to an end. Tragic struck Nathalia in her junior year where she got pregnant. Her family wasn't happy about it, but she wanted to keep the baby. It was her own flesh and blood after all. She couldn't just kill a human life form that was in her own tummy.
Kaydn convinced her to move into an apartment with him, and being the naive love struck girl that she was, obliged without a complaint. He even talked her into dropping out of school- despite her family being against it, but if Kaydn wanted her out of school, then she'd drop out and be a housewife. Things took a bad turn in the apartment. She was always locked in, never allowed to leave. She always longed for company, friends, the outdoors, shopping, working, and all the things she could do if she wasn't pregnant. She felt like Rapunzel, stuck in the castle, not remembering what it's like to have her feet touch the grass, the feel of rain, etc. Things got even worst when he started abusing her, making her his own personal sex slave, putting her down, and degrading her. But she loved him, and she loved Kyler even more, so she sucked it up. She took the beatings, the hurtful words, the way he forced himself against her.
One night, she was cleaning the house, music blaring when the cops came knocking at the door. She thought, maybe someone was just complaining about the noise, but she was surprised when the told her to lean against the wall as they searched her house. They found drugs around the house, and of course, she denied it, but they didn't believe her. She was sent to jail, locked up in another house arrest. When she got back, she found that Kaydn was gone with Kyler, all their stuff gone. Determined, she searched the world for them. That was her kid. She gave birth to him. She took the beatings. She has gone through too much to lose her kid now. She searched and searched, not wanting to give up. Not when it came to the ones she loved. And soon she ended up here, where she decided to stay for a while to visit her relatives and earn some more money before she went searching again. That is, until she heard Kaydn was around this place. Staying was something she'd have to do, and she was determined to turn this place upside down if that's what she had to do to find her son and Kaydn.
 NAME: Ruby
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: Six years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet ;]
TIME ZONE: Pacific
MINIMUM WORD COUNT: three five zero
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Hannah felt kind of stupid after realizing what she had said after he asked her out on a date. She described it like she was some little virgin church girl who's sworn to the nunnery and to never run off with a guy/man and that her heart belonged to God and God only. Or was it Jesus? No, pretty sure it's God. She probably looked like a doe-eyed Bambi right about now. And she probably was one considering she's never been asked out before. Other than that stupid football quarterback. Which didn't really count considering they never actually went on that date. But nonetheless, he had asked, and she had fallen for him. What a stupid stupid little girl. She had never ever once been on a date- proper or not. She's never actually been to dinner with a guy one on one before. Always a bunch of guys and most likely the best pizza joint around the town. She's never actually even gone to a dance before. Never would have had the guts to go stag. She didn't even have friends to go with for Pete's sake. No one ever asked her. All the guys would ask the triplets, and when they turn the guys down, they go look for the next best thing. Which, in that case wasn't her. She was last best thing. And by the time they're done finding the next best thing, there was no guy left for her.
And so, all through junior high, freshman and sophomore year, Hannah would be in her room, shoving Ben&Jerry's cookie dough ice cream down her throat, watching some sad chick flick like Titanic, cry her eyes out, and eat more Ben&Jerry's. But now that she's a little more grown up, tougher, stronger, and cold hearted, dances were just a pesky little thing teenagers like to go to. And while she longed for someone to put a corsage on her hand, she knew that relationships never last. Especially not school dance dates. Dates were off limits in her book. Dates were for people who know better about the other. You only go on dates if you stay at a place longer than a month, tops. Hannah had Noah to worry about. Date wasn't something that she could handle. Especially dates with football stars. They all end up wanting someone prettier, sluttier, ditzier, bobble head-er, and just generally more Barbie like. When they realize you're no longer the best, they would ditch you in a matter of milliseconds.
Not to mention the fact that she was just plain weird. Her condition made her paralyzed. Sometimes her knees would give out and fall. Sometimes her fingers couldn't even pick up a piece of paper. Sometimes she couldn't see the things around her. Sometimes she'd black out out of nowhere and no explanation as to why. When she was needed in the Therapy Rooms, it was usually for psychotherapy, where they try to make her talk and that it could maybe relieve the stress or the problem. They think that if the dispose of this "problem" or "anxiety" or "depression" or "mental health issue" that she has, the disorder would go away. But Hannah can't talk. Wouldn't talk to them about it. Because if they ever told them what was bothering her.... well it wasn't going to be pretty. They'd keep her here forever. Or maybe in an asylum. Or jail. She couldn't possibly be at any of these three places for a long period of time. She can't leave Noah to fend for himself. Well he had the drug dealer, and soon Isaac, but that didn't count. They weren't his father. Nor were they his mother. Hannah would blame herself for the rest of her life if they took him away from her or the other way around. She was not going to let that happen. She'd rather have this disorder for the rest of her life. But this disorder would cause a lot of burden to those who care enough about her. Which, really, was just Isaac. She had shared the most about her life with him. He understood. Knew how to make her feel better. He figured out how to help her and Noah. He was lending her the helping hand that she's always needed, but never took.
She hesitated when he asked her the question. "I...." She trailed off. If she said can't, then he'd try to figure out a way that would allow her to go on a date with him. If she said won't, it'd break his heart, but he'd give up on her. But the real question was: Did she have a cold enough heart to break his? Did she want to break his heart? Did she want to hurt the one person that made her feel gorgeous? Did she want to lose him? The answer to all of the questions were no. A definite no. But she wanted him to give up on her. She didn't want him to know more about her because she knew that he wasn't going to like everything about her. He would hate her. His heart would break. And so would hers. If she said no now, the broken hearts would heal faster. It would hurt less. She would have pushed him and jumped after him from the fourth floor and hit the firemen patch cloth thing. If she agreed to the date, and he decided to leave and run away, they would've both been jumping off a twenty story building and hitting the cold, hard cement, dead the second they hit the ground. Was she willing to risk falling in love? No. But did she want to? Definitely.
"It would just be dinner and movie or something and if you don't want to do it again you won't have to." He gave her the choice. The choice that she didn't want to decide in the first place. But he, at least, gave her another option. But if she fell as fast and hard as she did a couple of years ago, she'd fall just as fast and just as hard now. If not more. If they have one hell of a first date (and this is just wishful thinking), then they'd want more. And when he runs away like Hannah knows he would, the pain would be so unbearable that jumping off a twenty story building would hurt less. And after a long period of silence from her, she spoke. "I..... I.... I can't." She told him truthfully despite the fact that she knew she should have said won't. "But...." She trailed off, taking in a big gulp of air. "But.......I'm just going to say this once. I'mwillingtogiveyouoneshot,butoneshotonlyandit'sjustonedateandonedateonlyunderstand? Idon'twantyoutogetyourhopesupthinkingthatwewouldgoonaseconddate,butthatwouldnothappenwhatsoever. So..... yeah." She mumbled quickly, not really sure Chance caught it. But if he didn't. His lost cause there was no frickin way that she would repeat what she had just said. She wasn't really believing she had said what she had said at all.
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