BENITO, ESTELLE M.

[ESTELLE MARIE BENITO]

welcome to ridgewood,

estelle marie benito!!

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the roleplayer,

name: bunny
age: 16
gender: that's kind of rude.
years roleplaying: a billion years, hurr durr.
other characters: n/a.

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

full name: Estelle Marie Benito
nicknames: Stella, Elle, Ellie.
gender: Female.
age: 17
birthday: July 12th, 1992.
grade: Junior.
orientation: Straight.

do you know what i'm seeing,

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appearance,

appearance:
HAIR - - Estelle’s hair has changed over her sixteen years of life. It’s gone from short and brunette, to long and blonde, but now she’s currently happy with the color and cut it is now. Estelle’s hair is now a deep black color and it is long and layered. Estelle believe that this color is a good contrast between her light skin and the color. She also believes that it's much more managable rather than that short mess she hadway back when. Estelle is mostly seen with her hair down but she also puts it in braids, a pony tail, pig tails. It mostly depends on how much time she has to style her hair and how much effort she really wants to put into it. Estelle doesn’t plan on dying it or changing her hair for a while now. She likes it as it is and finds it as one of her most attractive features. Estelle hates when people touch her hair without her permission, especially when it's people she doesn't know or particularly like.

FACE - - Estelle’s face is unconventionally pretty, almost like old Hollywood starlet. She has an oval face that looks good with almost any hairstyle. Estelle’s eye color is a deep sea green. They are a nice size but she enhances them with a lot of eye make-up. Her eyebrows are plucked once every two weeks in order to keep their nice looking shape. Some say Estelle has a cute pixie nose, as her nanny would put it when she was a younger; but now she thinks it's just a little too big and disproportional with her face shape. Estelle’s favorite feature on her face are her lips. She believes they’re the perfect size, shape, and her natural pout is sexy. Estelle wears a lot of make-up, because she used to be insecure about her face, but now it’s just out of habit. Her lip and nose were pierced in the eighth grade and now-a-days she only keeps barely noticeable studs in the holes. Estelle also has a mole right above her lip.

BODY - - Estelle’s body is small but not sickly skinny. She has delicate body frame. Her limbs are an appropriate length, but her left leg is a little bit shorter than her right one which severely bothers Estelle. Estelle isn't exactly what you'd call tall, she only reaches about 5'4. But she has long legs but a small torso which makes her seem taller than she actually is. Her bust isn’t the biggest but she likes it that way because she says it’s easier to find clothes. When Estelle is tired or high she gets really floppy and rag-doll like. Her skin tone is a pale ivory, maybe a shade 3 on the Maybelline color scale. She doesn’t have many freckles on her body but does have a mole on her stomach next to her hip. Her hands are unusually soft and her fingers are slender and small. Estelle enjoys paintintg her fingernails and toenails and switches the color at least every three days.

ATTIRE - - Estelle’s clothing choice really differs from day to day. She can be caught in sweats and a boy tank as well as a cute dress and high heels. Much like her hair, it depends on how much time she has and if she wants to do something different that day. What she wears to school is usually something simple but if she is going out on the town or to a party it’s definitely skirts or a short dress. Estelle hardly ever wears clothing that isn’t clean. Usually she likes to wear edgy or new things when she’s just going to hang out with friends. since she's moved around a lot, she's aqquired clothing from different states and different stores; which makes her wardrobe very diverse. What she wears just depends on the day, the place, and whats clean in her closet.
played by: Hanna Beth Merjos

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

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personality,

likes: disney movies, high heels, bouquets, smoking ciagrettes when stressed, sunshine, purple grapes, holding hands, partying, painting her fingernails, stuffed animals, weed, massages, love notes, being held, dr. pepper, big sunglasses, animals, leopard print, make-up, kids meals, furry kittens, cutie-pie boys, being in a small town, laughing, cuddles, breathing, dreaming, summer, hugs from behind.
dislikes: moving to a new place, knives or any sharp object, being accident prone, fighting, having her toes stepped on, having a hangover, washing dishes, getting hit, tofu, gigantic birds, being sick, waiting, losing things, the feeling of having the world on her shoulders, being embarrassed, seriousness, people smacking gum, breaking things, late homework, bad grades, ants, most of her past, addressing the fact she has a problem, hotel rooms, people touching her hair, getting physically hurt.
strengths: good at adapting to new surrounding, lying, photography, intelligent, can get what she wants, funny.
weaknesses: alcohol, a sweet talker, clingy, naive, blushes easily, clumsy, forgetful and is extremely empathetic.
secrets: Estelle hates the way she looks, everything from her toes to her nose and especially her body weight. Anorexia has been something she's been trying to hide and get over for a while now. Estelle wants to have some sort of meaningful relationship but she's not exactly sure how to be open and honest with someone. Estelle also hates talking about her parents or anything about parents or about people getting beaten. It kind of freaks her out.
personality summary:

set in stone - - With Estelle, once her mind is made up there is absolutely no way in changing it. She's not one to admit she's wrong or admit she needs help and to not have to admit she weak she bottles things up instead of talking to someone about them. She feels that if she changes her mind because someone tells her too she loses her free will. Chances are if Estelle has made up her mind on something recently there are no if's and's or but's to be dicussed. Estelle can be stubborn if she really really wants something, and even a bit hard-headed considering almost no body can change her mind once it's be made.

wild thing - - Though her fragile frame is misleading, Estelle can be quite the drinker. She has built a sturdy tolerance against alcohol, needed about three of four drink to get buzzed. From moving so much she has been around almost everything there is and frankly she likes the dancing and the music rather than the smoking and the high. Although she doesn't ignore those things completely. Anyways Estelle can dance circles around anyone, and keep going and going. She'll definitely make you heart sing. It's all about the parties for this girl.

opinionated - - This girl isn't afraid of letting you know exactly what she's thinking. She feels as if it's her obligation to throw in her two cents, and hun she's a millionaire. It's not really a fair fight, if you try to argue with her the best thing is to accept defeat. Estelle is pretty good at talking people down, and not letting people talk her down. Most times it's just easier to let her talk rings around you, about her opinion and how she thinks she's right. Usually it's this quality thats get her in the most trouble; at school, at home, around people she dislikes, etc etc.

liar liar - - Well look who's pants are on fire now. Estelle may be able to talk people down out of their opinions, but when it comes to her background, where she's been, what she wants, Estelle feels like she has to lie. She's been lying since she was six, so now it's just a second nature for this girl. Like every liar of course, she has a couple tells. Calling her bluff though can be very tricky. Mostly she just uses and lot of hand gestures and look deep into your eyes. But good luck in trying to catch her in the act.

endearing - - Even if she's stuborn, and wild child, a little too opinionated, or a liar she's still just Estelle. Always causing a ruckus or making a scene. She values her friendships with her freinds and at times she can be very naive. It's not hard to gain her trust; but she wont fogive you easily if you deiceve her. Estelle likes to flirt and she likes to flaunt; but in the end she's just little ole' loveable Ellie from Califrornia. She's not a cold hearted bitch like she appears to be to so many. Inside Estelle's just looking for someone to cuddle with, party with, dance with, be with, go places with. Who doesn't want that.

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things have changed for me,

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history,

nationality: Cherokee, German, French, Italian, Mostly American.
hometown: orlando, florida (but she considers Raliegh, North Carolina her hometown because thats where she spent most of her childhood)
parents:
Daniel Alfred Benito, Forty-Two, Business Man
Penelope Sandra Benito, Thirty-six, ER Nurse
siblings:
n/a - - only child.
other important people:
Her nannies played a pretty big part in her life, but she's sixteen and hasn't had a nanny since she was ten.
pets:
A kitten named Trisk.
history summary:
NOTBORN; Daniel Benito met Penelope Elsoi at a place most wouldn’t call romantic. Daniel Benito had been working at his new job in downtown Orlando and Penelope had just started to intern at the local hospital a few miles down the street. Daniel was 24, Penelope was 18. Their paths had crossed more than once but only just on rare occasions. At the coffee shop, the paper stand, and on a bus once as well. But the biggest impression was made when Daniel came into the hospital for his annual flu shots. Penelope was in charge of shots that particular day. After some talking Daniel asked Penelope out. With some banter and some flirting, Penelope accepted. They hit it off right away and within the first year they were at the altar. A little later and Penelope was expecting. But there new baby couldn’t have come at a worse time.

ZERO-TWO; At work Daniel had been promoted and now was over his neck in paper and work. Many more times than not Daniel was at work later than 10 p.m. Penelope was concerned she was going to go into labor when Daniel was at work. Penelope cried when he was gone, and screamed when he came back home. Their marriage was on the rocks until the day Penelope finally went into labor; two week after her due-date. Honestly Penelope was just glad to have this baby outside of her. They named this bundle of… stress, after Daniel’s favorite grandmother as a child. Penelope didn’t particularly like the name but it didn’t really matter since Daniel was dead set on it. After three months on maternal leave, they had to hire help to take care of little destructive and crying Estelle. Estelle and Daniel both worked later hours in order to support the family.

THREE-SEVEN; Soon everything was beginning to run smoothly. Ellie had been growing up, nice and healthy. Although Penelope felt nervous about leaving her with the help all day long; she disregarded those feelings because honestly there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Estelle began getting older, asking where mommy and daddy were. She was a curious little tyke. One Ellie’s first birthday Daniel announced that he had been sent to work in Raleigh, North Carolina and since Orlando was never that family oriented he wanted to whole family to move. Penelope agreed whilst Ellie blew out her birthday candles and wondered what moving was. Ellie soon realized she liked moving, because in Raleigh they moved to a nice suburb with lots of kids in the neighborhood to play with. She loved it there, and would no longer have to spend long days with the nanny like she did in Orlando. She saw her family as the typical happy family.

EIGHT-TEN; As much as Daniel promised they’d stay in North Carolina, Stella realized that she just came in second, after her parents work. Her dad soon heard from his company they’d be moving to Belle Haven, Missouri. Misery was more like it. The weather was hot and humid, the people saw her as an outsider and often would pick on her for having a strange accent and wearing different clothing. She got no support from her mother who, when she was home, mostly told her that she needed to be stronger and stand up for herself. What Stella would’ve liked was a hug and a thoughtful ‘everything is going to be okay’, but Penelope wasn’t much for motherly affection. Stella got used to playing tether ball by herself, and having to eat lunch with the kid who farted constantly. This was her life until age ten, when surprise surprise Daddy said they were moving again. Stella was even less enthusiastic for this than the last move.

ELEVEN-THIRT; They packed their bags for New York City, New York, Stella was relieved that maybe this would be the change of scenery and she’d be more accepted and have more friends; or at least one friend. New York City proved to be seedy and not a particularly good place to have a family. By this time Daniel and Penelope weren’t so concerned about this tween daughter of theirs and more about making enough money to support their wants. Daddy liked women, Mommy liked alcohol. Stella liked the apartment to herself, and when Daddy’s women and Mommy’s alcohol kept them away or knocked out cold. Things began to get worse the longer they were in New York city. Daniel was on ‘business trips’ more and more often and Penelope had started to physically abuse Estelle. There wasn’t much she could do about, just get out of the house when Penelope was on a rampage. One day though, Daniel walked in on Penelope pushing Estelle against the wall, and he stepped in and more fighting was between the whole family. Finally Daniel took Estelle to a hotel and told her everything, and how he was going to leave Penelope and that since he made the most money she should come live with him. Estelle didn’t know her father very well, but he didn’t beat her. She agreed and the next two months were wrought with court battles, cries from her mom and phone calls to rehabilitation centers. The day before Estelle and her father left, Penelope apologized for being so terrible and gave her a locket.

FOURT-SIXT; When Estelle moved to Los Angeles she left her mom, her apprehensiveness, and her problems in New York. She started off on a clean slate, and brought out her natural charm. Turns out L.A. was particularly kind to this girl unlike almost anything else in her life. At fourteen she found a circle of friends whom she could trust easily. Of course her psyche was still a little altered; often having nightmares about her mother, and being alone. Her dad was at work for long hours, giving Estelle the chance to enjoy the night life with her new friends. Most of them were filthy rich and most of them did weed and drank alcohol. Although as much as Estelle refused to do stuff like drink vodka and smoke weed, one day she tried it; and she loved it. Though she only did it at parties, it became a regular thing for Estelle. Even when her dad started working from home, she’d sneak out and go to parties. She knew her dad knew, but he didn’t want to seem to get too involved and she didn’t blame him. Estelle blamed herself for her parents divorce and for her parents unhappiness. After two years of the party, Estelle finally agreed to try cocaine; something she heard would give her the ultimate rush. And it did. But after waking up disorientated and confused she got a call from her dad saying how they’d be moving again to a town in New Jersey called Ridgewood.

JAN-THEN; Much to her own disbelief, Ridgewood seemed to be her ideal place. It was a small town, everything In walking distance. And even though she came in January, when everything was cold and dead, she knew there would be lots of foliage; which was a much needed sight. Pavement and cement had become the only thing she had seen in a while. Since she came in the middle-end of the school year, she didn’t really make a whole bunch of good friends, but she did meet some new people. Estelle is anxious to see what this new place actually thinks of her. But there is this one thing she just can’t get out of her head; how much she wants just one more hit. Who knows if she’ll ever get one in this small New Jersey town.

MORE RECENTLY; Scratch that, A lot of things have changed since this girl got to Ridgewood. Estelle more recently has gotten her own apartment and a job, also juggling that with school and a further developing eating disorder. Things have been hectic and to get away from it all she took a vacation to Los Angeles without telling anyone. Now she's back and ready to kick ass and take names.

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if all our life is but a dream,

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for the admin,

time zone:eastern.
minimum word count: 500
roleplay sample:
Estelle Marie Benito had a drum set playing a steady beat, right beside her ear. Every time she moved a muscle the sounds seemed to intensify tenfold. A few more minutes of this constant beating she realized it wasn’t a drum set next to her ear, but a head ache so intense it pounded her in her dreams. Slowly Estelle came to, but she kept her eyes closed afraid of what was on the other side of reality. Not afraid of where she was, or who she was with, but of how much light was there to blind her venerable eyes. Though Estelle knew she couldn’t hid behind her eye lids forever; so she began opening her eyes very slowly just enough to let see that the room had most of its blinds close and there wasn’t that much light. So as she adjusted to her surrounding she did some observing. There was a living room in front of her with oatmeal carpets and bland brown furniture, also a flat screen television. Then she looked around and saw she was sleeping on a kitchen table. Even though it wasn’t a suitable place to sleep Estelle didn’t want to move. It wasn’t until someone walked in a turned the lights on.

Shocked by this sudden appearance and blinding light Estelle fell off the kitchen table. Face met floor in a pretty interesting way. “Now Ellie, if you’re through getting acquainted with my kitchen floor, go to my bathroom and take a shower.” Said a boy in a white polo and khaki pants; instantly Estelle knew it was her best guy friend Kyle Stene in all of L.A. and always brought her to his house when she was too drunk to go home. “Seriously, go, you reek of alcohol and drugs.” Estelle groggily picked herself off the floor and scowled at Kyle. As much as she loved him, he could also be a real pain in the ass. Slowly she made her way down the familiar hall way and through the white doorway to a bigger bathroom than most. Everything was white, from the sink turners, to the shower head.

As she walked in front of the mirror she couldn’t help but take a look at the toll last night’s festivities had taken on her. Partying had been a part of her life since she had arrived in Los Angeles, but it always made her look like shit. Her eye make-up was all smeared so she looked as if she had raccoon eyes, her hair was just about sticking straight up in some places, and her short black dress was wrinkled, torn, and had a few unidentifiable stains on it. Estelle shrugged, and started taking off her necklace and rings. She walked cautiously over to the shower, and turned on the turned to the hottest setting. Steamed instantaneously filled up the room and clung to Estelle’s skin. She undressed and walked into the hot shower letting to water pour onto her and take off all the sweat, alcohol, weed and unwanted things that the night had brought on her fragile body. Estelle began to feel kind of nauseated, like she always did when she was taking showers after a major party night. Suddenly she felt her matted and tangled hair and shampoo and conditioner became her best friends. She lathered, rinsed, repeated, squeezed, ran through her hair, rinsed; and then her hair felt almost as good as new. Satisfied that she was clean and smelled nice she turned the water off and wrapped a towel around her moist body.

Mirrors were always tempting for Estelle, and she assessed herself once again. She found two hickies on her neck, a number written in pen on her back, and just a plain old bruise on her forearm. All these things were not out of the ordinary, sadly. But that had become her life these past two years. Estelle wanted to change, to be a better person, she really did; but temptation really was her greatest friend and having this life was something she just didn’t want to say no to. As much as Estelle hated wearing dirty clothes, she really had no choice; so she took off her towel and placed her clothing articles back on put her hair up in a messy bun because honestly she just couldn’t do anything with it.
Just as she walked out of the bathroom, a familiar and wondrous smell rushed towards her nostrils. Her first thought, food. It was bacon to be exact. And when her stomach was running on empty because all she’s had to eat in the last 12 hours was a granola bar, weed-filled brownies, and alcohol; all her mind could think about was food. Estelle pranced in the kitchen excitedly, and was expecting to see Kyle making breakfast for her like he did so often but instead found a note lying beside a plate of bacon, eggs, toast and a glass of orange juice. She picked it up slowly and read the words out loud to the empty home. “Dear Estellie, went to run errands. I’ll be back before you’re done eating. You’re phone is in your bag which is on the kitchen table bed. Lolll. Can’t believe you passed out there. Anyway your dad called about fifty million times. Love, Kyle.”

Laying the letter back down on the counter top, Estelle picked up the plate of food and brought it over to the kitchen table next to where her purse was. She leant over and placed the plate down and got back up and opened the blinds. Kyle had such a pretty view of the city from his window. The light shined through and it bothered her eyes. She sat back down her head pounding again and found some aspirin on the plate. She smiled at how much Kyle really knew her. Steadying her hand, Estelle pick up to orange juice in the right hands and scooped up two aspirin pills in the left and took both simultaneously; something she had learned to do after her fifth hangover. Estelle’s attention b-lined for the bacon on her plate and she began stuffing strips in her mouth. Suddenly Kyle was opening the door with mail and some groceries, and smiled at Estelle who currently had five trips of bacon in her mouth.

“How frid jur rerands go?” she asked, with her mouth still full of bacon no one could understand Estelle’s polite attempts at asking Kyle how his errands went. But of course he understood. “Fine. I just had to get mail and some more aspirin. Did you check your phone yet? Your dad called and I told him you were with Becky at the mall.” Estelle chewed the bacon and swallowed it in a big lump that seriously hurt her throat. Her tiny arms reached for her zebra print bag and fished out her blackberry storm, she had seven new texts and thirteen calls from dad. She clicked to listen to a voicemail her dad left her.

“Elle, if your passed out, tell Kyle he needs to stop answering the phone saying your with Becky. I’m 42 years old and wasn’t born yesterday. Call me back when you get this.” Estelle frowned and looked up at Kyle, then began dialing her dad’s number.

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