GILMORE, ainsley jo

[ainsley]

Character Name: Ainsley Jo Gilmore
Nickname(s): A, Ace, AJ, Gilmore
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 5'6 (AND A HALF!)
Height: 115
Appearence:

Ask Ainsley whether or not she thinks she is pretty, she’ll immediately tell you ‘no’. Rephrase it and ask if she thinks she’s beautiful and you will get a different answer. They say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and in the mind of Ainsley Gilmore, that is definitely the case. When most girls were looking to whatever pop star was topping the charts, the models on the pages of magazines, or starlets gracing the movie screens, Ace was focused on the past. Women like Lauren Bacall, Audrey Hepburn, Natalie Wood, and Ingrid Bergman were her idols. They were women who were told they weren’t classically pretty, that they wouldn’t do well in show business because they didn’t fit the Hollywood standard. Even Marilyn Monroe was criticized for not being stick thin, measuring in at a size 16. Before making it to junior high and high school, these were the women Ainsley emulated for her clothing and make up style.

Almost all of the women in her family are blonde, usually ranging from a darker honey blonde to a bright light blonde. But with the dark hair she inherited from her father, Ace was practically born to stand out. Because of it’s natural wave and texture, she was one of those that had hair envied by her friends. It wasn’t too curly, but it had enough natural volume to keep it from going flat. However, summer humidity isn’t her friend. Because of the natural wave and curl to her hair, it is very prone to the frizz that accompanies the water vapor-heavy air. On those days, it doesn’t matter how hard she tries, it won’t do what she wants it to. When she tries to straighten it, humid days will add curl. On those sweaty days when she pulls it back, the pieces that fall out immediately become little corkscrew curls, like those she had a small child. The length is generally kept longer because she feels that’s what suits her best. There is a time, however, that this wasn’t the case. In a moment of rebellion, she took a pair of scissors and cut off her ponytail to leave her with something that was between a bob and a pixie style.

The royal blue of her eyes contrasts nicely with the tone of her skin and her dark hair. Typically, the shade will appear to darken and lighten depending on the lighting, what she’s wearing, and her mood. Actually, it’s not truly her mood that will do it. It is when her temper flairs that the color deepens to something like a midnight blue. Unless one knows what to look for, this could be close to unnoticeable seeing as how her cheeks will become a deep scarlet, her lips will purse, and her eyebrows will furrow just before a tantrum breaks loose. Her nose sits proportionally in the middle of her face, another clump of genes received from her father. It has been described to have a bit of a point to the tip, but she likes that. But it is her ears that are her favorite feature. Size-wise, they are proportional, but they stick out just a tad. Surgery to fix that was one of the last things she’d ever consider.

Standing at just over 5’6, Ace fits into the average, which she is okay with. Her growth spurt didn’t hit until she was about thirteen, but even if she were to remain 5’2, as she was at the time, she would have been okay with it. Size never really mattered. Actually, being smaller would have had its advantages, advantages that she would have fought to seek out right away. Besides, being giganormously tall usually inhibits the chance to wear heels without looking ridiculous.

But, oh how times change. These days, it's nothing to see her making a walk of shame home after a night out. Her hair will be a mess, her clothes disheveled, her make up smeared. Ainsley takes on the appearance of a drug addict looking for the next fix. Maybe one of these days, their speculation will be correct, as opposed to the teenage hot mess they are seeing.

Personality:

Crust

On the surface, you can easily see that Ainsley doesn’t give a fuck. About anything. The girl who was once the sweetest person you could ever meet, who was obsessed with shopping and her grades and gossiping with her friends is now someone her father and brother barely even recognize. Swearing, smoking, excessive drinking, cutting class or skipping school all together, and promiscuity are only a few of her bad habits. While she chooses not to go near hard core drugs, she can never pass up a line or two of high grade cocaine - her parents are loaded, so she can afford it without problem. Outside of that, she sticks to anything in pill form as her number one vice. Quaaludes, xanax, vicodin, valium, percoset, adder all… whatever it is, give it to her and she’ll take it without question. If there something she wants, you’ll get a dazzling smile from her. Her withering glare is saved in reserve for the people on her shit list. The last thing you should ever expect is for her to bend and cater her will to the demands of Queen Bitch. Been there, done that. She no longer gives a shit. About you or your Abercrombie-clad clones.

Consider her a one-time fall from grace.

Mantle

Ainsley has a temper that shouldn’t be messed with. Think of any crazy ex-girlfriend you may have had. Fuck her over and she will make that seem like Candyland. There was an ex-boyfriend that she found out was, not only cheating on her but, stealing from her. He walked out of work the next afternoon to find his precious truck’s tires slashed, windows all busted in, leather seats slashed to bits, a few choice names spray painted on the sides, and a few rather embarrassing photos of him transferred to flyers which were found hanging up all over the city in every possible place. Seems childish, but that’s the best way to get back at someone. Hit them in ways they will never expect. And she will. Ace is a master at holding a grudge and will take one to the grave. And retaliation and revenge are as high on her list of favorite things as dirty sex is. She is quite the formidable opponent and will clearly never stop, even being known to resort to physical attacks if necessary.

She is reckless and will do anything on a whim without a second thought. The more dangerous it is, the better. Ainsley is one that can be counted on for brutal honesty. She'll tell it like it is, speak exactly what is on her mind with little to no regard for anyone's feelings. Because she simply doesn't care, as bitchy as that might sound. But if you didn't want honesty, you shouldn't have asked her in the first place.

Outer Core

The little preppy girl that Ainsley once was is still there, buried deep beneath the surface. So deep that she refuses to tap into it because she feels more comfortable with who she is now, having fun with how things are. Every now and then, she’ll catch herself singing that pop song caught in her head, doing a double take at that Chanel dress, or checking out the newest Louboutin shoes (a girl can look... not like she'd wear them anyway). Gossip still makes her slightly giddy inside and whenever she walks past someone she used to be friends with, she momentarily wonders how things would be if she hadn’t broken off before she tells herself she doesn’t give a shit.

Inner Core

She just wants someone to care. Her old friends only seemed to care about the superficial bull shit and her current friends only want sex, drugs, and a massive party. She’s cynical, equating love as something more akin to the momentary pleasure random sex brings. If she were to actually dig inside of herself, she would learn that she just wants someone to reach out and prove her wrong, to give her a reason to not be what she is. To show her that there is more than the next high, black-out, and potential overdose.

History:

In Ainsley's own words...

“My childhood was relatively normal. I don’t have an stories of abuse or abandonment, so don’t even ask. My parents were married young and wanted to establish their careers before really diving into the whole baby-making business, even though that really didn’t last long when my mother ended up pregnant. I was born second of two kids, like ten or eleven minutes or something after my brother. In case you haven’t picked up on the obvious, we’re twins. Before she hit her second trimester, Mom was a pathologist at the local hospital, even working for the county as the Chief Medical Examiner. She decided to simply be a stay-at-home mom and didn’t go back to work. Not like Dad couldn’t support us anyway. He was an architect, presently a partner in a top firm. So yeah, I guess you could say we were very, very well off. Me and my brother were given basically anything we needed and wanted, the best of everything. We attended the best pre-schools and the best summer camps, we were given the best and most hi-tech toys, and the most expensive and fashionable clothes. It was a pretty groovy life.

“Mom sought to keep the house bright and warm, not wanting it to be overly proper and rigid like her childhood had been. She filled it with books and movies and music, giving me role models from Jane Austen to Eleanor Roosevelt to Margaret Mead to Patty Smith to Yoko Ono-- and for your information, the Beatles were going to break up anyway. I know it, Yoko knows it. Julian is still in denial, but what can you do-- Anywho… She encouraged me and my brother to do what we wanted, be who we wanted to be. She only sought to shape the mold in a way that kept it within reason. She never once told us that we couldn’t be Power Rangers when we grew up, that we would never be the President of the United States. Actually, she told us that maybe one day, we would. She even constantly encouraged Dad on his projects, never afraid to offer her honest opinions. They were best friends, so I guess you would have though him to be destroyed when she left.

“You may be asking ‘WHHHAT?’ but I’ll get to that in a second. Don’t get ahead of me.

“School was always fun, I guess. The life I had at Hillard was something most girls only dreamed about. We were rich, popular, and beautiful. What more could we want. I feel into a clique of equally preppy, rich, and beautiful girls, just as my brother fell in with the guys exactly like us. We were those girls that most dreamed of being, praying everyday that that would be the day one of us talked to them. We had the best clothes, the best houses, had exclusive invites to the best parties. The Queen Bee was practically our idol, even though were considerably younger. Still, we were that group of younger girls that everyone is so sure are the ones being groomed to take over the halls of Hillard one day soon. But the time they decided to merge the schools was a massive life changing time in more ways than one.

“I don’t know what happened, exactly, because Dad will never tell me. All I know is that I woke up one morning to find Dad sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, his face puffy as if he’d been crying, and Mom was gone. I figured they had a fight, though it would have been the first fight I actually remember them having. But that had to be it, right? They went so long without fighting so they were bound to have a blow up sooner or later to make up for it. They’d get over it, Mom would come home, and things would go back to the way they were, right? Wrong. The simple way to put it is that we never heard from her again. Seriously. Never once did she call to talk to either of her children, to find out how we were doing. She had dropped off of the face of the Earth. And that was when I decided to say ‘fuck it all.’ I didn’t care anymore. About anything. If she didn’t, why should I? I saw no reason to come home half of the time, which I didn’t.

“The two high schools merged and opened for business. It was when I got there that I realized how much things had changed. No longer did I care to hang out with the people I did at one time. Hell, I couldn’t even stand to look at my brother and the way he was fawning over all of them as they stuck their noses up in the air. What was the fucking point of trying to be like everyone else? Being a sheep had to be the most boring thing possible. I wanted to do my own thing. School no longer fit into my schedule, so I cut as often as I can. Pretty much you will only find me in class to the bare minimum. It’s not even necessary; seriously, I know everything I will ever need to know anyway. The main perks in life that matter are cocaine, tequila, pharmaceuticals of any kind, casual sex, giving the finger to The Man- whoever that may be in any situation. I still get what I want and will not rest until I do. Especially if it’s your man, who seriously means nothing more to me than a wild and dirty romp after I convince him to fill his septum with coke. Did he really tell you that you were his one and only, that he would never do anything against you? Ha. Watch out, sweetie. I’ll steal your honey like I stole your bike.”

Sample Rp:

Ch-ch-check out Jami Kennison.

Celeb:

Kaya Scodelario
(she's already on the celeb list, but I cleared it with Nikkie)

Out Of Character:

1. Sydney.
2. Old enough.
3. From Missouri (CST).
4. I like big marshmallows.
5. Your mom goes to college.

[( tahlia )]

You have no idea how glad I am that you joined this site! I loved reading this and I don't have a bad thing to say about it. Everything was detailed, your charcter is wonderful and you've done a really good job.