aphrodite elaine lemberg

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Character Name: aphrodite elaine lemberg
Nickname(s): aph, aphro, afro
Gender: Female
Age: eighteen
Grade: Senior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Gossip
Weight: 108
Height: 5'4
Appearence:

Aphrodite Lemberg. How would you describe someone such as her? The blonde lockes on her head are usually elegantly thrown down, either straightened or waved. The damsel rarely if ever puts her hair up into a bun, unless she's attempting to appear classy, and never in a pony tail. Pony tails are the devil, in her eyes.

Speaking of eyes. The orbs that float on her face are a casual shade of blue. There's nothing that entirely shocking about her optics. They're just blue. Not electric, not sky. Just blue. A lusterous shade smiliar to a sapphire gemstone. Nothing too amazing, yes?

The girl is not tall. In fact, she only towers at a maximum of five feet, four inches. She's a tiny girl. Her whole build is a bit miniature, in truth. Except for the boobs. The boobs are very adquetly filled out, without cosmetic surgery, I might add.

As for her fashion sense? Well, now. It depends upon her mood. Aph usually dresses up as a preppy girl. Flip-flops, sunglasses, skirts, tanktop. The whole works. She does have her down moments, and that's usually when she shows up wearing sweatpants and a ruddy t-shirt. She's not overly freakish about her apperance, but the girl would never leave the house without cover-up and mascara. Just saying. (:

Personality:

Ohdear. Her personality.

Catty ;

Perhaps the largest claim to face for this young woman is her mouth. That, or that fact she can't keep it closed. Aphrodite's always bickering about something to someone. The damsel is a instigator. She revels in the throes of drama, and basks in the rivets of attention. Usually. Except when she's being a sneaky little gossip. Then? She's clandestine Aphrodite; ninja form. She spreads rumors like hell-fire, but hardly ever admits to instigating it. Tisk, tisk.

Nice ;

Haha. Nice, I know; right? Entirely ludicris. But, if you do happen to catch the female on a good day, she can be known to be a little nice. It's hard for her to make friends, because she has difficulty keeping secrets and NOT backstabbing a person. But for the few she connects with? The blonde is intensely protective of them. She's not into dealing with gossip about those close to her, and usually seeks vengence against those that try. Not that she's vindictive, or anything.

Hidden ;

Though the girl is on the front of the gossip line-up, she does manage to keep her personal life a bit private. She secretly has a heart, and does give a damn about things; in spite of her standoffish, tough skinned nature. She would never admit to it, at all. But she can be hurt, and hurt somewhat easily.

History:

Aphrodite Lemberg was born into the world on the bright, nippy day of May, 17th. She was born into the class of an upper wealth family, with a mother who worked for Vogue, and a father who was the owner of a exporting company. From the get go, the young girl was suffocated by the art of prim and proper manners. She was forced to be an elite socialist, frowning down on the lower class and sticking her nose in the air.

But when she was nine, her life changed. Her big brother she had grown extremely close to was kicked out of the house. To this day, Aphrodite can still not figure out the reasons behind her brother's forced move. Thus, all the responcibilities fell on the yong girl's shoulders. She was suddenly the poster child of the Lemberg cooperation. Aphrodite dealt with the hounding of the press, and the constantly circulation of nasty rumors.

But she found back, the young girl did. She hid from the cameras, stayed exclusively in her home up in middle of nowhere Wyoming. Her parents grew alarmed by her sudden change of behavior, and decided getting her out of the state was the best option. So she's here, in California, just hoping for a fresh start away from the lime-light and freak parents.

Sample Rp:

A shiver racked the fragile form of the female; gaze trained on the masculine structure of Enrique’s face. So, she had apparently been wrong. The older brother had caught onto the fact she had naively sassed him, and he obviously wasn’t happy about it. No, not happy at all. The expression was clearly in his eyes. The cold depths sparkled with malicious clarity; glimmering with calculated cruelty. It, honest to god, looked like the older Hispanic wanted to kill the young Kane at the moment. A nervous throat clearing grinded through her esophagus, and she quickly looked away. Enrique had finally and totally freaked out the girl. Those serial killer eyes forced goose bumps to mar her flesh, and to take an apprehensive step backward. The guy had fully reached creeper level, and the instinctive jerk reaction of flight or fight was kicking in. Every inch of the female’s essence screamed to run, nearly even propelled her to take a few steps away. That was, until, the muscled grip of Marco’s hand tightly squeezed her hip. The contact felt like ice-water had been doused over the girl. She couldn’t afford to run, to leave Marco here on his own. No, that wasn’t possible.
Aphrodite also couldn’t afford to look weak in front of the fear-inspiring men, either. Already being a woman gave her a great disadvantage, but being a skittish one? That could cause some complications, for sure.

“If you mouth off, I can’t protect you.”

The words penetrated her drums, whirring through her head in a mass of mixed emotions. The husky voice that had muttered words of concern seemed like the old Marco; the Marco she knew and loved. The realization of that sudden epiphany lanced through the girl’s chest, elating her with a temporary euphoria. Marco was still in there, somewhere. Buried deep, but he was there. There was still hope, thank the lord. The young Spanish boy hadn’t completely been lost, it seemed. Although it was an inappropriate time, a broad grin couldn’t help from being formed on the fleshy lips of the woman’s mouth. It was just pure luck that it seemed as if Enrique had taken that moment to remove himself from the room, and the two were left alone.

Except, Marco being his original self complicated the situation. Aphrodite now, more than ever, had an overwhelming sense of protection for the boy. She’d almost lost him once, and wasn’t prepared to do so again, although that would be a very poor move on her part, considering Enrique was the only opposition standing in her way from now on. She couldn’t just tell him off, or threaten him; could she? The big Latino would most likely just laugh it off and knife her, just to make a point. Death wasn’t something the girl looked forward to, really.

All too soon, the thunderous presence of the older Suarez returned. A whisk of movement sent the large Hispanic past her, and toward Marco. The body of her best friend was roughly yanked off by the hair and was forced to kneel alongside the table. Terror thickly lined the flesh of her throat as the blonde realized she was on her own. It hadn’t occurred to her until that moment just how safe Marco had been making her feel. Without him? The bold girl watched on in weariness and confusion, timid as a doe, while Enrique stared her down. Why the fuck was he looking at her, and more importantly; what the fuck was he doing with Marco?

Tonight, Perrito is going to become a man.

Well..that didn’t sound good. Plus, hadn’t they already gone over this before? With each second time progressed, the situation in this warped household seemed more and more complicated. This, thus, just inspired for confusion, irritation, and a bit of fear to be the main emotions molding the girl’s facial structure.

el éxtasis!

A cheer sounded from somewhere in the corner, and suddenly a baggie was being tossed to the intimidating man. Sapphire eyes narrowed, examining the contents up of the bag in panic; double checking to make sure her ears had heard correctly. Ecstasy? They were going to fucking make Marco do X?! Or perhaps they was the wrong word. Enrique was pushing drugs onto his little brother, and not just any drug. Enrique was making Marco do ecstasy. The same illegal substance Aphrodite had been on for a while now. The same thing she got busted for on house arrest. Aph knew the consequences of X, and just how bad it messed a person up. Though the sight of the little tablets dancing in the plastic baggie was drawing a body-high reaction out of the blonde and the pearly whites of her teeth bit into the under flesh of her lip to prevent a needy moan from sliding past her vocals, the maiden reluctantly pulled her attention away from the drugs; blue eyes now concentrating on the interaction between the two brothers.

It was obvious Marco was reluctant, even if she hadn’t knew about his fear of drugs. The way his body was tightly wound in on its self, or the labored rising and falling of his chest. Those were two noticeable signs. But the most obvious? His eyes. The brown depths of the boy’s eyes clearly showed he didn’t want to be doing this, and that he was scared. Aphrodite watched as the older brother leaned in and vehemently snarled something into the ear of his little brother, though Aph was unlucky enough to catch what was being said. The murky orbs of her best friend drifted upward, and connected with the pristine blue of hers. She saw everything more clearly; just how bad this was hurting him.

Tears burned in her sockets, boiling over onto the slate-white flesh that served as her cheeks. Smoothly, the young man popped the pills into his mouth, and her breath hitched with emotion. Sympathy, anger, pity. Everything on the negative side of the rainbow was coiling with turmoil in the female’s bloodstream while a chorus of acceptance rang from the other men in the room. It was at this point that Aphrodite completely regretted ever opening her mouth, or ever coming near him. Had she not been around, Enrique would have never pulled this shit with his little brother. The little power-play wouldn’t have been needed. But the second she popped into his life and opened the cheeky mouth of hers? All hell had broken loose, and Marco had suffered because of it.

The trembling texture of her best friend’s hand latched onto her, and she eagerly curled her fingers with his. The color that had once been in his cheeks had already drained out, and the boy looked like he was going to hurl. More tears blurred her vision, and she didn’t bother to blink them away. Instead, her body latched onto his and she hugged him tightly. Even in his current state, he was still aiming to protect her. Now, finally though perhaps a bit too late, Aphrodite was going to protect him.

“Oh god, baby. I’m so sorry! This is all my fucking fault. I’m so sorry, Marco.”

Her lyrics were painfully dripped in heartbroken emotion as she whispered them into his ear. It was probably in incomprehensible speech of nothing, due to the thickness of emotion. A sound behind her caused the short stature of the girl to whip around, eyes flashing dangerously. Everyone was drinking, getting high. Enjoying themselves. It made the girl sick, just disgusted her. Orbs ferociously latched onto the familiar presence of the older Suarez, and had such a violent urge that the force of it shuddered through her entire body. She was going to wipe that smug tug at his lips off. With her nails. He was going to pay for that little dominance display back there. Turning momentarily, Aphrodite gently pressed a kiss to the honeyed flesh of Marco’s lips.

”I love you. Fucking stay here.”

Though it killed her to leave Marco there, Aphrodite had a very large bone to pick with a particular person.Three large steps brought the damsel over to the stud; her movement unfaltering. She was too pissed to be worried about the consequences of her actions, or the fact that she could possibly die doing this. No. All that mattered right now was that Enrique get a backlash, and a hard one. Two hands came up, and she viciously shoved at the pectoral muscles located on the man’s chest.

”Enrique Suarez, you are fucking sick! He’s your little brother! Not some fucking goonie you can just shove around and force fucking drugs on!”

The tone of her voice was harsh; teeth clenched as the words were vehemently hissed through the wall of white. Causing a large scene in front of the older man’s friends would be a bad idea, which was why the woman spoke soft enough for only them to hear. Watery eyes boiled in rage; staring unflinchingly into the depths that made her think of Marco. Tears still streaked down her cheeks, caking her face in a bath of salt-water. Except now the droplets were shed for an entirely different reason. The tears that spilt onto her cheeks now burned hot. These were tears of pure animosity.

”You’re a fucking bastard.”

Celeb:

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Out Of Character:

Hey! I'm Stacy. I'm fifteen, and I've been role playing for about seven years now. Though only three of those were actually spent on human roleplay sites. You can contact me on msn or aim.
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I'm on thesceneisdead, and also on Weightless. (:

[( shannon )]

Great description for the appearance, especially with the specifics such as her eyes. She makes the perfect gossip and I love her attitude. I can also see some great plots if maybe some secrets came out because there were a lot of unanswered questions in the history that could play a big part. Awesome job! Accepted! (: