de luca, vivienne janette

[daisyduke]

Character Name: Vivienne Janette de Luca
Nickname(s): Viv, Vivi, Vee, Luke
Gender: Female
Age: sixteen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Prep
Weight: 99 lbs
Height: 5'0
Appearence:

Vivienne has always been a short, skinny little thing. Standing at a tiny five feet, she's never been the tallest one around. But she's glad - she's not a freak. In her honest opinion, anyway. As for her weight, she's pretty proud of that.

She's a bit too skinny for her own good, but she thinks it's normal for her to be the weight of a fifth grader. She's happy about it. She's pretty flat-chested too, which she doesn't mind, since she's kind of deadset on becoming a runway model. And runway models are always pretty damn flat.

She has long brown hair, curled on most occasions. Her eyes are a stunning shade of blue. She has moderately full lips, but she's got nothing on angelina. Overall, she's pretty attractive. No wonder she's popular.

Personality:

Vivienne de Luca is a stone cold bitch. Plain and simple. She's not one for subtlety or anything. She's going to tell you straight up, and you can trust that it will be the truth. Someone talks about you, and she'll be the first one to tell you. As long as it wasn't the queen bee or someone high up there. She's not into that kind of shit.

She's a huge kiss-ass. She'd suck you up if you asked her to and you were high up. She's not a try hard, she's just really, really into popularity, and if she had a chance at queen bee, she'd snatch it up before you could blink. Nothing different from anyone else at the school. She's kind of mediocre when you really think about it.

She's incredibly naive, though. If you're 'nice' to her, and you're at least a little bit popular, she'll drink it through a straw that you're giving her the time of day. Even so, she's sweet and loyal till the end with her friends. She's persistent, more persistent than anyone you may ever meet. She's never going to give up on something she wants until she gets it.

History:

Vivienne Janette de Luca was born january second, sixteen years ago in Santa Monica. She had two parents and two siblings to go along with it - a perfect family. Her family was well off and it seemed like there were no problems in the family. Her toddlerhood went smoothly. Her parents went along cooing about her just like any other family.

Until she turned ten, her family was nice and perfect as could be. Then she turned eleven and her world was fucked. Her mom caught her dad cheating, and who was in the room, forced to what her dad screwing the housekeeper? None other than Viv. After being asked about it, her mother found out Mr. de Luca had brought various women - hookers, employees, everything - for Viv to watch and even involved Vivienne in it. But her mom wasn't going to stick around. They moved here just after the divorce was finalized and Vivienne's two older siblings trudged along.

Besides that little incident, Vivienne's life has been... mediocre. Normal. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But, let me tell you. Viv likes sex. Sex with guys. A lot. And when her best friend turned sixteen a few weeks ago, she had tons of sex at the party. most memorably with till and hemsworth. And she ended up pregnant. But the question is... who's the father?

Sample Rp:

Andree leaned back against the wall, spacing out and ignoring his words for just a few seconds. She slid down the wall slowly, and hugged her knees. Closing her eyes, soft as a drifting flower petal, she rested her head on her knees, secretly looking at her stomach, no sign of a bump to speak of. Andree took a strand of golden hair and twisted around her slender index finger, switching back and forth between her index and middle finger to twirl with. She reached her hand in her jeans pocket and turned toward Adicus, who was still momentarily standing. She patted the space next to her, not knowing why this sudden need for human contact had come up. Andree briefly studied him, his face, his hair, his eyes, and then saved them all in a mental image. He was handsome, she couldn't deny that even if she wanted to. After looking at him for a moment too long, he cleared his throat softly, drawing her attention away from his face. She blushed, embarrassed. Great, she thought. He probably thinks I like him now... the thought itself made her feel like she was in first grade again, doing her fake dating, giving each other little plastic rings. In a way she missed it. Not the plastic rings or fake dating, but the innocence of it all. If she could go back to elementary school, to be the little ponytailed girl again, she would be fine with it. Being sixteen wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Being her age had it's pleasures and pressures. Pressures, meaning the reason there was a living fetus inside of her. She cringed just at the thought of her child. Yeah, she was sure she'd love it, but she didn't want to just leave it with her mother while she went to school for long periods of time. Adoption didn't seem like a good idea to her at first, but as she thought about it now, she reconsidered it. Was giving away your child such a terrible thing to do? Now came a sigh that no-one could ignore.

She smiled. He was funny too, which could be a good thing. When he said she shouldn't be here, she just rolled her eyes. For one, the only thing in the Forbidden Corridor was the professor's lounge, an who'd want to go in there? Unless you had some craving to learn what you're doing next period. Yeah, not her cup of tea. "Oh, are you going to tell on me, Adicus?" she smiled, flashing her prefect teeth to him. In seventh grade, she'd had braces. Even though she was veela and was supposed to be prefect, in a way, she'd been one of those people who'd be incredibly, breathtakingly beautiful, then they opened their mouth and you'd cringe away form them because they had such terrible teeth. Not terrible teeth in the sense that they were filthy and yellow, but in the sense that they weren't straight at all. What she thought was funny was that she asked if he was going to tell on her, which would be completely pointless since he was in the off-limits corridor as much as she was, and he was just as qualified to be in there as she was. Meaning still off limits.

In some weird way, this visit to the Forbidden Corridor had brightened her day just enough so that she could wear a smile around the whole day. And there was no way in hell she'd be frowned upon for it, because she knew plenty of people that may or may not be just a little too smiley or happy sometimes. When it came down to it, it meant to Andree that they were too obsessed with their portrayal that they were fake. But what a pessimist she was. Rillnee was a perky girl, and she wasn't fake at all. Was she? her conscience asked her. Could she really no know whether her best friend was fake or not? Another sigh, but a lot softer now. The next comment he made was ignored by Andree, for the most part. But not completely. All she did was give her signature dismissal wave. The one that she gave Raffi day in and day out. She stopped. So did that mean she liked Adicus liked she thought she liked Rafferty? No, of course not. Or so she thought. Last term, when Raffi had just came back, there was some sort of spark between them. But maybe that 'spark' only kept going because, she'd sort of told them they'd dated a little bit when he was still Charlton. How could she go from hating him because of his practical jokes and humor, and then liking him for that very same reason? 'Because life doesn't make sense.' Andree's father would tell her, and now Dree understood why her father was exactly the right person to be telling her that. He was married to a gorgeous veela, with three beautiful children - Lauren, Andree, and Blaisdell (Blais). Blais was the only boy out of three, but he was perfectly happy with the two daughters as much as with the one son. He was grateful, even if he'd lost his gorgeous spouse. This decision wasn't easy, and Andree knew that when she decided to keep the baby, but she never knew it would be just this hard. "Fine. she insisted, trying to say she was, even if she knew in her heart she wasn't fine. Not one bit.

Celeb:

Miley Fucking Cyrus.

Out Of Character:

hai, i'm marley. i'm nineteen, and i've rped for god knows how long. you can contact me by msn, which i can pm you if you really want it. i used to be on here, but i had some personal shit going on (shannon knows. (: i believe so anyways) and so i kind of lost touch with the site, which is sad. but yeah. il this site. i used to play jake saudners and cadence. the selena gomez? and adelaide. the demi. lol, i'm a disney hoe.

[( tahlia )]

First of all, welcome back Marley. There's a few things that need to be fixed up before I can accept your application. To begin with, more detail is going to need to be included in all areas. We're asking for atleast five sentences to a paragraph so we can get a good feel for the character. Also, your app is lacking any capital letters so that will definitely need to be fixed. Judging from your sample, this shouldn't be a problem for you Just let one of the admins know when everythings up to scratch. Thanks love!

[( tahlia )]

The paragraphs are still abit short but I'll accept this because I genuinely like your character. I'm loving how much of a suck up she is and I can see the Royal girls having alot of fun with that. Make sure you watch your punctuation when posting, especially those capital letters. Welcome back!