Joanna Clare Blake (DONE)

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Character Name: Joanna Clare Blake
Nickname(s): Jo
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Prep
Weight: 106 lbs
Height: 5"5
Appearence:

According to many of the life lessons that your parents teach you while growing up, it’s the inside that counts. The outside, i.e. your looks, and body; don’t really make a difference, as long as you have a sparkling personality. In high school, students know better. It’s the beautiful, skinny girls who rule the school, and the only guys who are even allowed to talk to these girls are the ones that are handsome, and whose abs are clearly visible. The ones with the most respect, and the ones that are ranked highest in the social elite; are always going to be gorgeous.

Someone who is well aware of these standards is Joanna Blake. Joanna was raised to think that she was beautiful, since her mother is a model and her father works at a highly prestigious law firm. With folks like that, you have to have it all. Joanna looks as if she’s taller than she actually is, with toned legs, and a flat stomach from all the cheerleading. She isn’t very tan, but she isn’t pale either. Her skin has a lovely cream color to it and it’s practically as soft as honey.

Her eyes are grayish green, and sort of dim – as if she was hiding something, creating a sort of mystery about her general intentions when it comes to anything. Her lips are a soft pink color – the same color you cheeks turn when you find something slightly embarrassing. Her neatly plucked eyebrows tilt slightly upwards, making her look cynical. She has a defined bone structure, which looks even more defined when her dirty blonde curls frame her face.

Personality:

Joanna is a cheerleader; so it’s in her to be a bit bitchy But don’t get me wrong. She’s not the type to be a bitch to people who she doesn’t know, or people that aren’t even in her social circle. Those people, she doesn’t even care about, really. The people that she is bitchy to are the people that she has a reason to be a bitch to. For instance, if a girl slept with her boyfriend, she’d obviously have a go at them. Also, she looks quite intimidating, so people tend to jump to conclusions when it comes to her general attitude towards people.

She is definitely not shy – she can’t be, she’s a cheerleader. She’s outgoing, and will always be the person that goes around and socializes with everyone. Because she is quite striking, and actually kind (which isn’t very common when it comes to people that are pretty), girls outside of her squad tend not to like her very much. She tends to get along better with boys, because for some reason (and that reason isn’t apparent at all?) they always seem to accept her, and are always friendly towards her.

Moreover, Joanna is quite down to earth, although she doesn’t often show it unless you’re very close friends with her. She will be loyal to her friends, always. That’s just a thing that she does. Joanna is quite smart, but she is also quite gullible, and she seeks reassurance. She acts as if she is very confident, when in fact; she wants people to reassure her of her beauty all the same. As if someone ever needed to. I mean, please.

Overall, Joanna is just like any other typical high school girl. She is desperately trying to find herself, and her own place in this world. She’s just been fortunate enough to be gorgeous, and she does take advantage of it.

History:

Joanna Clare Blake was born to Sarah and Lewis Blake, in March eighteen years ago, in Florida. She does have a couple of siblings, but she barely see’s them, since they’re all in college. Growing up, life was a breeze for Joanna. Her father is a lawyer at a prestigious law firm, and her mother was a successful model, meaning that Blake was a very respected name in town.

When she was around ten, her father started to sleep around with another woman. All Joanna could do was comfort her mother outcries of hysteria on their tiled bathroom floors, ever so often. A year after, they found out that the woman her father had been sleeping around with was in fact the secretary at his law firm, and six months later he filed for a divorce. However, the secretary left him, so he came begging for mercy and of course, Joanna’s mum forgave him – since she was in love with him. Joanna, on the other side, could never fully forgive him. She’d been the one to scratch her mother back, and get her a glass of water. She’d been the one to take messages from her father that he wouldn’t be making it home tonight. She’d been the one to convince her mother time and time again, that life was worth living; since she still had her children.

At age eleven, Joanna was a wreck. She went to the therapist three times a week. This was when her mother decided that they needed to move away from the Floridian suburbs, to somewhere where they could starts fresh; California. Joanna was enrolled in a middle school, and took up cheerleading.

Sample Rp:

Chloé Isabel Prince was certainly a party girl, and one thing she loved doing was going out on her own, to drink and relieve the stress that she was constantly put under. Her mother wanted her to be a sophisticated French lady, with their generally pessimistic attitude towards life. Chloé knew that she didn’t exactly need training to be a pessimist; it was genetic. Ever since her father had passed away, she’d failed to see anything good in the world. She shook her head violently, to get the image of her fathers blazing smile out of her head. She didn’t want to think about him. Not tonight. Deep down, she knew that he’d be awfully disappointed in the way that she turned out. The thought stabbed her with an invisible knife, and she had to fight to keep her face straight.

The club was packed, as usual. The line of people was longer than it had been a few nights ago, but Chloé didn’t even acknowledge it; she didn’t have to. She walked straight up to the bouncer and smiled warmly at him. She gave her a polite nod, and opened the door to Chloé’s parallel universe.

The multicolored lights blurred her vision and made her slightly dizzy. The club blazed with hard beat music, and she could feel the beat of the bass in her stomach. Ah, this was where she belonged. Chloé walked in through the opened doors of the nightclub, feeling every pair of male eyes in the room on her. She smiled delightedly to herself, and proceeded to gracefully strut to the bar. The bar – it had practically become her second home. She knew exactly what she wanted, and exactly how strong she wanted it. Strong. Always strong. The adrenaline rush that she got when processing the hard liquor had become an addiction to her.

As she took a seat in the bar, the bartender immediately sharpened up and scooted closer to her, giving her a flash of his newly whitened teeth. He winked, and she smiled at him playfully. This was how she played the game. Chloé knew very well that if she flirted enough with the bartenders, they’d end up giving her free drinks. It had happened every time she went out. She shot the bartender a second look. He was tall, and dark. Almost exotic, she thought to herself, as she studied his features carefully.

She flicked a long red lock of hair out of her face, and leaned forward towards the young man only to grab his tie and pull him a bit closer. Poor boy, he stood no chance. “Dry Martini. Make it strong”, she whispered seductively in his ear, and sat back again. It took him a couple of minutes, and then the glass was placed carefully in front of her. She grabbed it greedily, and brought it to her sparkly lips. As the liquor connected with her throat, her soul disconnected with her body. The plain euphoria of the tingling sensation brought her mind to mere ecstasy. It burnt her throat, and the warmth quickly spread to the rest of her body, sending shivers of delight up her spine. In the back of her mind, a worried thought appeared about the fact that alcohol wasn’t supposed to make you feel this good, but she quickly pushed it out of her mind, and continued to take a few swipes of her drink.

Just as she had predicted, the bartender kept her drinks flowing for hours to come. She passed up on a few offers to get out of the club. She didn’t want to. She was completely fine where she was. However, her head didn’t seem to think so, and it was spinning like crazy. She staggered clumsily to her feet, and staggered just as clumsily out of the club. The stunning girl that had walked in had completely vanished with the help of a hard head, and some alcohol. She walked past a couple of teenagers who were trying to prove to the bouncer that they were all above the age of eighteen, but she couldn’t be bothered to even acknowledge their existence. She wasn’t going to help a few babies walk, when she could barely do so herself.

A couple of cabs honked at her, and she slipped into the nearest one. “Where to, miss?” the driver mumbled, speaking through his beard. She thought about it for a long while. She didn’t want to go home to face her mother, who’d probably just end up shouting at her. It was late at night, and she was too tired to withstand a full on confrontation between herself and an angry French lady. Infact, she was always too tired to withstand a full on confrontation with an angry French lady. She tried to think of where she wanted to go, and blurted out the address to the driver quicker than she’d even decided that that was where she was headed. “455 Madison Avenue” Cameron’s. Somewhere where she was always welcomed like she was family. Even so, she felt it was best that she texted him and told him that she was coming. “Cmnig to yrsss”. Send. She couldn’t even text properly; she was really drunk.

When the cab stopped, she threw a couple of bills at the driver, not even bothering to check the amount of money that she’d left behind, and fell out of the cab. The concrete pavement was hard, and her knees buckled as she was still wearing her stiletto heels. She didn’t even feel when she hit the cold concrete, and probably bruised herself in many different places. “Fuck”, she exclaimed to herself, as she fought to scramble to her feet again. Pushing herself against the fancy glass doors to the grand Plaza Hotel, she fell into the lobby, and slowly made her way to the elevator. She stood in the mirrored cube, and watched as the illuminated numbers increased. Ding. Oh, she was here. As quick as she could, she got out of the elevator, knocking against a man in the process. She heard him shout rudely after her as the doors closed, but she didn’t care. She walked towards the door that was her final destination, and knocked. No reply. She checked her messages. No reply. Where the hell was he?!

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Celeb:

Tamsin Egerton

Out Of Character:

my name is ida, i'm fifteen, i've been rping since i was around eleven. you can contact me by:
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also, i rp as tetana hayn on HOS, and as chloe prince on cosmopolitan affairs. later!

[( shannon )]

-insert applause here- very well done! i liked reading this because it was very entertaining. just the perspective. The history was original and adds a lot of depth to the character. accepted! welcome to central! (;