& Juliet Ava Owens

[celeste]

Character Name: Juliet Ava Owens [Rykiel]
Nickname(s): Jules, Jewls, little miss sunshine
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Grade: Freshman
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Royal Court
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5'9
Appearence:

Juliet Ava Owens was born with flawless teeth, courtesy of her mother and father's genes. She believes her smile to be her best asset, as it has become her secret weapon over the years. One would best describe her as a barbie doll, though in all truth, she is far from perfect. Like every teenager, she is harbouring some insecurities, most obvious of which is her lack of chest. In the appearance department, some would think her to be blessed, though her malibu looks have sometimes jeopardized her first impressions on her peers.

Blond whispy hair showers across her delicate face, which evidently bring out her murky green eyes. All her deepest emotions linger in her eyes, as she oftens feels like they betray her. Being the daughter of a socialite, and being forced to become a debutante during her childhood, she has mastered the art of the fake smile.

One would best describe Juliet's style as preppy chic. Daughter of a fashion designer, she has grown to love fashion in all its aspects, from urban street fashion to the more classier looks. She's the type of girl that loves to wear dresses and skirts, and lives for pink. Needless to say that Juliet is just about the girliest girls you will ever meet.

Also, you won't ever find the girl without a bit of make up, even if she keeps it very natural and simple. A bit of eyeliner, mascara and a bit of gloss she is good to go. She is known to tie back her hair in a messy bun or low ponytail.

Personality:

Juliet has a 'Viva la Vida loca' approach to life, which makes her a great barhopper and/or raver . Never a bore, she likes to meet new people, and very easy to get along with. She's isn't the type of girl to hold prejudices against you in regards to your background, even if she lives by the social hierarchy herself. Although she is a all-round friendly person, she would never go out of her way to patronize her social standing for what she knows to be righteous and juste. Some might deem it to be hypocrisy, but she prefers to call it social darwinism. It must dually be noted, however, that she has no power hunger. She knows her place, and has no hidden intention of ever overthrowing the queen and disturbing the peace.

Behind that 'little miss sunshine' exterior, however, lies an untrusting person. Easy to befriend, but hard to really get to
know, she can prove to be a big nutshell. The best way to describe the girl is to compare her to an incomplete puzzle: the more you know her, the more you get to know the real her. The one that is afraid of getting too close to someone in fear of rejection, and who wishes she could be a better, more genuine individual. She is not only incomplete in the sense that she has many profound issues with herself, but also due to the fact that she has never fallen in love. Granted, she has dated before, and had a rather sparked love life, yet she has yet to find the prince in shining armour that will sweep her off her feet and hold the key to her shielded heart.

She makes herself out to be fearless, even if it is far
from the truth. She has several phobias such as doing something profoundly stupid and irreversable that would have immeasurable consequences on her life. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop her from making some huge mistakes, during which she has to suffer the damage control to follow. Being the party girl that she is, she has found herself in some very indesirable situations. Her sunshine personality and love of alcohol often overwhelms her reason and consciousness, as she believes that every moment is meant to be lived to the fullest.

Jules also has a problem with procastination. Even if she is naturally clever, she has problems investing herself in her schoolwork, rewarding her with a solid C average. She is capable of much better, as she is classified as one of those students with potential, with virtually no drive intellectually. She usually channels most of that energy into destroying her ennemies, as she has an inner bitch that haunts her. She is loyal and kind to most, yet those who hurt those she cares for the most are permenantly blacklisted. Being stubborn in that sense, she isn't one to just stand by and remain quiet whilst her loved ones get hurt. Bother her friends, and she will make it her moral obligation to destroy you.

History:

Spring is possibly one of the most uplifting, heart-warming seasons of the year. To most, it meant the chirping of birds and sprouting of flowers, as summer approached. To Edward and Melissa Owens, however, it was the date of the arrival of their first baby girl, Juliet. Only a few weeks prior, the family had been relocated to the Athens, known to be one of the most exquisite ancient cities in the world. On the 25th of February, much to everyone’s delight, another Owens was born.

Growing up, Juliet preferred to seek refuge in her dolls, rather than make new friends. In her mind, her dolls would follower her to any country imaginable, which didn’t seem to be the case for little girls her age. Despite her reluctance to meet strangers, Juliet was actually a very warm person. In fact, Juliet was always your average, impish little girl, always ready to wreak havoc whenever the opportunity sparked. Everything seemed to be going for the better, as the quartet traveled to world and relished in new experiences. Juliet couldn’t ask for anything better. Indeed, sometimes, she was even certain that they were the ideal family.

To her dismay, one morning, her perfect little fantasy was crushed by iniquitous fate. Juliet Evans woke up to find her father vanished forever from their lives. To be honest, she didn’t believe it to be true, but after days, weeks; she knew that she couldn’t stay in this deluded state forever. Months later, she finally came to the horrible conclusion that he had left them to fend for themselves. Truth be told, she dreaded even speaking of him, let alone his death. It seemed that even his name seemed to pierce into her heart, reminding her of the traumatic incident.

After that particular episode in her life, Juliet seemed to grow out of her boisterous, child-like ways, becoming more and more independant by the day. Some of her loved ones started to worry that she was growing up too quickly, yet she felt it was more than necessary. During her childhood, her father had become a taboo. Her mother, deeply scarred by the event, tried to act as though nothing significant had happened. Unfortunately, she turned all her attention to her career, that of fashion, in hopes of evading the rut she constantly found herself in. Melissa Owens, born Rykiel loved her husband with all her heart. She constantly asked the heavens why they had been selfish enough to taken her highschool sweetheart away from her. As a little girl, Juliet often had to deal with a messed up mother figure.

After the horrid incident, Melissa put her deceased husband's family to the curb, never calling them back and/or participating in their gatherings. In her mind, it was easier for all of them to just forget it all ever happened. She never talked about Edward, and preferred to avoid the subject at all costs. Juliet is very close to her grand parents and aunt Katie on her mothers' side, however.

Throughout her pre-teen years, her mother was often dictating to her daughter what choices to make, who to be, and even to some extent who she should acquaint herself with. This entailed much rebellion from her part, and consequently made her have a huge problem with authority. She refused to be another pigeon her mother could manipulate, and refused to abide to her laws. She has calmed down, though she still harbors some resentment in regards to her mother.

She still has a rather frigid relationship with her mother. Having found no other solution than to send her daughter to a boarding school, Juliet was enrolled promptly into Central High. Prior to this, she lived in a penthouse with her mother in New York City, where she was the 'It girl' by association and experience. Her best friend was the queen in her past preparatory school, whom she trusted with her soul and life. Being the reckless type, she often kept her in line. They still keep in touch, despite the time differences.

Sample Rp:

It was nearly nine in the morning when the petite blond woke from her slumber. Habitually, she wasn’t very much an early bird, yet with midterms finally over, she had found that she had too much time on her hands. One would surmise that a girl like Natt would be clubbing or out with some of her sisters during this ‘stress free’ period, yet, lately, she had chose to avoid that scene altogether. Indeed, with the likes of the recent events, Natasha Amelia Beckham was too succumbed by guilt to even leave her dorm. Instead, she had sulked around her room, only coming out when strictly necessary. In all truth, however, the subject to which she felt so horrid wasn’t particularly clear. As hard as she tried to remember what happened that night with Payton and Haley, it all remained a huge blur. All she knew was that she had drank way too much, which involved some way too reckless behavior. One second they were chatting around drinks, the next she had blanked out. Needless to say those lewd photographs of the duo had been sent to most of NYU’s students, or those who had cell phones anyways.

As she trudged herself out of bed, Natt continued her ritualistic Sunday routine. Entering the kitchen, she made herself some oatmeal, splattering a handful of honey on it. She then nibbled at it heartlessly, as one of the sophomores came sprinting into the kitchen. “Natt, sweetie, could you help us bring in the groceries for tonight,” she prompted, as she shot a puzzled look in her general direction. “For the Valentine’s day party. . . ” explained her sister, the disappointment tangible in her voice. It was then and only then that it dawned on her: Valentine’s Day. In her books, it was only a caricatured holiday designed by corporate industries, aimed to sell chocolate and intentionally encourage singles to feel like crap. ”Sure,”

[/i] she replied rather blandly, which awarded her with a alarmed look in turn.

It was nearly eleven when she eventually got the opportunity to escape from the clutches of the other Psi Epsilon sisters, busy with preparations. Deciding to make the best of the giving predicament, she thus plastered a fake smile on her face, and made small talk with her housemates, though she only had one thought in mind: watching Love actually under her duvet with her bucket of Ben & Jerry. To her delight, she wasn’t to the slightest bit disturbed by her sisters, some of which would normally be running around telling people to get ready or gossiping of the night that would be to follow. Ideally, Natasha was among those perky women, yet tonight seemed to be dampening her mood. It was with this mind-set that Natt passed the following two and a half hours, despite the fact that her thoughts were constantly drifting away to the conversation she had had with Bliss.

Her heart plummeted at the end of the marvelous romantic ‘drama’ came to a tragic end. Despite her distraught expression at the denouement, it actually had an appeasing effect on her. It was reassuring the extent to which so many peoples’ lives were going up in flames. In some sadistic way, it seemed to appease her, as it give her a kindle of hope that most peoples’ lives weren’t as pink and perfect as it made it out to be. Regardless of her doubts, nevertheless, one thing was certain to Natt: in life, appearances were everything.
Although a party was the least of her worries, she knew that her absence would be abnormal. Not only were they expected to play the hostess, but Natt was never one to turn down a great party. As she got read, though, she couldn’t help but feel like her bed was tantalizing her. Natt preferred to preoccupy herself, and thus took a quick shower before rummaging through her wardrobe, in search of something decent to wear. Finally picking a yellow happy-go lucky semi-mini dress, she rushed her make-up and hair, afraid of being late.

It was approximately three thirty when she had finished her toilette, and sprawled onto her bed, postponing the events for as long as possible. As she hurriedly ran a hand through her long, wispy blond hair, she descended the dorm stairs, in the general direction of the front room. With every step, she became a little more confident, even managing a ‘let’s Partay baby’ beam. Ah, the glories of acting. At the sight of Payton and Braedyn, on the other hand, she couldn’t help but become nauseous. It seemed that every time she was near them, she unintentionally screwed things over between them, and she genuinely didn’t want to ruin their Valentine’s Day. She was yet sure that there was no going back now, and instead consoled herself in knowing that she had one of her besties Elaina to keep her company.

As she approached the familiar crowd, she decided to pretend like nothing happened. Really, what choice did she have? “Heyy Laina,cu-ute dress!” she greeted. It had been way too long since she had her best friend, and it went without saying that she was glad to see her. “Where have you been hun? We have to chat” she added with a giggle. “Hey Payton, Brae, Happy Valentine ’s Day,” she replied guardedly, her eyes refusing to engage in eye contact. “Natasha, nice to meet you,” [/b] she added politely, with a small wave to the unfamiliar face. She only knew him by face value, though she believed his name was Chase.
[/blockquote]Celeb:

Diana Agron

Out Of Character:

Céleste, 17 in 4 days, & email/msn, I'm also currently roleplaying in Champagne Supernova =)

[( shannon )]

All I can really say is: Wow! That was one of the best appearances I have seen. The description was perfect in every aspect! I loved how you brought up her mastering a fake smile as part of her appearance. Because appearance, history, and personality should intertwine. I like how she isn't power hungry, but at the same time I think there might be room for manipulation by other royals. Which opens up plots. Everything just fit like a puzzle! Okay, I'll stop now. Accepted!