COVERA, Blakely Rain

[kelseylianne]

Character Name: Blakely Rain Covera
Nickname(s): Rainy or Blake
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Royal Court
Weight: 105
Height: 5'6
Appearence:

Blakely's appearance; the very thing that she lives for. She wears her bleach blonde hair down and in supple curls most of the time. When it's time to party, she wears it pin straight, which makes her soft features look more mature. She doesn't like to brag-well let's not lie, she does- but her hair looks amazing in the beachy waves that are so popular right now. She's naturally a brunette, but her mother always told her, 'Blond hair will get you noticed' and that's where it all began.

Her eyes are a chocolate brown; they clash with her blond hair, which gives her an innocent look. Her eyes are framed by long, full lashes that bat every time she blinks. Her face is a heart shape with full pink lips and a short, plump nose- her only insecurity, well almost. Her body is the perfect combination of height and weight. Carrying herself at 5'6 while weighing only 105 pounds is bound to get her noticed. Her legs and torso are long and skinny. Her abs are just defined enough to be hot without looking to rough.

She into very girly clothing-some would say slutty- short and showy is her favorite combination. She only wears designer; anything from Hollister, Abercrombie and Fitch, or American Eagle are social suicide in her opinion. Dior, Chanel, and Ralph Lauren take up most of her closet space. She lives in high-heels; the higher the better. Her makeup is usually made up of a neutral eye, browns and bronzes, with a dramatic pink lip. Blakely has very few distinguishing features, but is best known for the 'Live In Love' tattoo on the small of her back and tiny stud in the right side of her nose.

Personality:

Blakely may come across as a sweet girl to adults, but that's only to suck and let them assume she's an angel. She's the girl who will tear you down quicker than you can blink, and she won't think twice about it. That's her major flaw; never thinking before she speaks has gotten her in trouble more than once. She's just another bitch who's dying to be the queen bee. She'll stab you in the back, manipulate, and trick you into getting her way. She's got a way of persuading you into doing what she wants. Within minutes of people- especially boys- meeting her, she can have them wrapped around her slender, little fingers.

She's got a sexy attitude and likes to think of herself as a tease, but we all know that teasing on leads to more. Many may consider her a whore, but she doesn't let that get her down. Her response is always, 'At least I'm getting noticed. When's the last time someone hooked up with you?' She makes herself feel better by putting others down, even her closest 'friends'. She's very confident, some would say cocky, and doesn't take shit from anyone and yes, that does mean anyone.

She's big on partying, which leads to drugs, drinking, and sex. She'll often come in late, usually high and drunk; and she doesn't plan on changing anytime soon. She'd rather be out partying then inside reading or watching television. She falls for boys way too easily, especially bad boys; they're her weakness. She loves when they have multiple piercings and tattoos; if they're taken, even better. She always wants what she can't have, and usually she's gets it.

History:

Blakely was born November 15, 1992 in a large hospital in New York with friends and family of all ages gathered around; even being born she stole everyone's attention. She was thrown into the world of modeling at a young age and exploded into success from day one. Her face was plastered in billboards all around the world from the time she was three up until her twelfth birthday. When she broke the news to her mother that she was done modeling her mother was mad to say the least. She had simply lost interest in it and was secretly wanting to play acoustic guitar.

For her thirteenth birthday she received a baby blue acoustic guitar with pink rhinestones randomly placed all over it. She played for three months before quitting; complaining that it was just too hard. She didn't pursue anything after that; ergo the birth of her partying began. She could still tell you what she wore to her first party, what was in her first shot, and what her first drug was.

Parties are where she began to meet her friends, by fourteen she was the queen bee of her high school in the heart of New York. Oh, how she had everyone that school wrapped around her finger. The boys came onto her- even the hottest seniors, the upper and lower class men girls feared and wanted to be her, the teachers did anything she said whenever she said it.

The day her parents informed her they were moving was the worst day of her life. She screamed and threw everything in her site at them. She slung profanity around as if she were talking normally. She knew her temper tantrums always worked, but this time her parents weren't budging.

She hated everything about California from the very moment she stepped out of her family's BMW. When her father dropped her off at Hillard, she put on her best face and held her head high; not wanting to show everyone how much she really hated this place. Apparently it worked because here she is, a high school junior in the royal court, slowly trying to climb her way to queen bee status.

Sample Rp:

Skylar walked down the large hallway, admiring what she felt and saw. She saw girls who looked more like models then seniors in high school, boys who must have wandered out of a Dior catalog, and an atmosphere of secrets. Oh, the secrets; that was one thing Sky could love and hate at the same time. She loved to keep secrets, like the fact that she had a massive hangover from the night before, but she hated when she wasn't in on a secret. The thrill of being the only other person to look into someone's private life was what Sky lived off of. Which is why she loved history so much; having secrets revealed before her everyday was almost an addiction to her. Sure, the history class it's self wasn't all that great; a few cute boys here and there, and one or two girls-who weren't bookworms- that kept the class semi-interesting, but other than that, it was your typical, "we don't give a shit" group of teenagers. And why would they? What other young adult would thrive off secrets the way Sky did?

When she finally reached the large door to history class, an excitement shot through her veins, but she kept a straight face, trying to give off the appearance that she didn't give a damn about school or anything around her. The class had already started when she walked in, giving her the extra appearance of not caring. She took her seat by another girl, one who kept to herself but wasn't a total bookworm. She looked pissed while giving the answer to a question she must have been asked earlier. She looked like the girl who wasn't going to take shit from anyone and that intimidated Sky; of course she never showed this, not wanting to give satisfaction to anyone that felt they were higher than her.

Is there a specific reason you're late, Miss Lot?" Shit, this teacher didn't give a girl any slack. Nope. Sky answered, trying to sound like a bitch. The teacher sighed, obviously giving up on her. That wasn't unusual for her; a lot of people had recently been giving up on her. Her mother- when she found her smoking pot in her room and downing a bottle of Vodka, her father- when he found her body intertwined with a college freshman, and her sister- when she stopped giving her the attention she craved. Her family thought she was hopeless; that’s why the packed their bags and moved to this town in New Jersey. Her family used the story, ‘Oh, we just need a fresh start, a new adventure.’ when truthfully they meant, ‘Oh, we just need to take a drug addicted, slut, no longer family oriented daughter, drive her halfway across the country and give her a new environment, hopefully a fresh one.’ They thought they were moving her to a better environment, when all they did was take a troubled teen and move her to a new town where she could meet new friends, new boys, and new drug dealers.

Celeb:

Kristin Cavallari, the bitch from laguna beach.

Out Of Character:

Hi, I'm Kelsey, I'm 16 years young and I've been role playing for about a year. I am currently not on any other sites because they have all gone down hill and died.

[( tahlia )]

well done lovely. She fits the clique to a tee! I can't wait to see how she interacts with other characters, especially the Queen Bee.