Vanessa Jameson [WIP]

[vannie]

Character Name: Vanessa Grace Jameson
Nickname(s): Vannie, Van, Nessa or Ness
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Exchange Student
Weight: 127 lbs.
Height: 5'6
Appearence:

Personality:

"I am someone who is very determined and loves to be challenged. I can be very nice and caring towards others but i am very protective of my family and friends. I don't like my parents much but then again, who does? People who put their face in mine irritate me. I have very small tolerance for childish people and i don't like it when i'm told to do something. I'd rather do it my own way and when i want to. I hate it when people talk behind my back i would prefer you say it to my face please. I am incredibly hyper and outgoing when i get used to certain people and i am one of those girls who loves to party. I'm crazy but fun to be with so you can be my friend if you think you are up to the challenge! Also i don't tolerate gossip, if you think stuff about em go ahead. you will never truly know unless you ask. I love children, they are cute but sometimes annoying. Their faces always make me smile and they get happy over the weirdest things! I'm Ambitious and stubborn but that makes me easier to deal with. If you try to black mail me it won't work. I'll take the blame for my friends in an instant because i owe them that much."

History:

"Growing up i had everything you could imagine, except for the one most important thing. Parents that actually care. My parents were never there, a hundred percent of the time i was taken care of by my grandma. When she passed away i had no one, i was completely alone. My parents never paid any attention to me and always told me i wasn't good enough. I grew up with low self confidence compared to other kids. They still befriended me but it wasn't the same. They would talk about camping trips and holidays i would talk about being alone.

When i hit the age of ten i was fully capable of taking care of my self, my grandma made sure she tought me to cook and clean and survive before she passed away. I always wanted to thank her for that because it is not like my parents did anything for me. My friends tried to help as much as they could but it didn't really make a difference. School was my one favorite get away, i may not have been good at it but it got me away from that place of hell i call home. I was put in a tutoring program because of my grades and my parents still never noticed. They just told me how much of a failure as a child i was.

Age sixteen was the worst for me. I got into everything bad like drugs, smoking, alcohol and sex. I did everything trying to make myself happy but nothing worked. I was put on anti depressants and even more effective drugs but they didn't change much. I still was depressed and i did drugs to try and change the way i felt but nothing ever worked. I finally got cleaned thanks to my friends determination, they hated seeing me like that and felt they had to do something. I still thank them to this day for that, if i had continued i probably would be dead by now. I owe them my life and i would do anything for them. They helped me through the hardest times."

Sample Rp:

Her heels clacked as she walked down the street trying to find the closest coffee shop. Her work had switched locations so she was confused with the area. She noticed a little sign with what looked to be "cafe" written at the end. She hurried, she had told her boss she would be back in an hour and does not like to be late. She walked in swiftly and quietly awaiting the return of the cashier. She ordered her original French vanilla with extra foam and chocolate sprinkles. The sprinkles always made her feel childish but she loved them none the less. She sat down quietly at a table for a few minutes reading her book as she drank. She could hear the crisp clear bells ringing as someone walked in and out of habit she looked up only to find a handsome young man about 5'7 in height walking in to start working. At that moment she knew this would become her favorite coffee shop. he shot her a quick smile and she returned the favor. He walked up to her quickly and in a quiet tone he introduced himself. "Hey, My name is Jared." Charlotte smiled at him and replied "My name is Charlotte, nice to meet you." She laughed a bit as she ended her name. He words sounded a bit mixed up which wasn't unusual for her. It happened every time a cute boy came to talk to her. "So Charlotte," he said in a quick reply. "Do you come here often?" She shook her head and glanced at him. "No, I just needed a coffee and my company just moved locations so i thought i would explore." She stared down at her watch and quickly jumped up. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude but i must be going, I told my boss I'd be back in an hour and I'm late as it is." She smiled and picked up her book quickly storing in in her purse. "That's okay, maybe next time we can talk. I just started working here so you can drop by anytime." His warm smile captured her attention and she knew this might be what she was looking for. She got her coffee and waved goodbye to the young man as she started off back to work.

Her boss was unusually crabby which made Charlotte very aggravated. She sat down listening to every word that he was saying. She would hear the same lecture everyday about being late and how the company was the biggest in the fashion industry. It seemed to go on for hours in her head but she knew that she had to put up with him no matter what. She quietly worked for hours as always designing new swim suits for the summer collection. Drawing fashion was her passion and to know that what she drew was being made and sold just made her happier. She loved her job so much, even though she still had to put up with the grouch.
- crimson kiss rp.

Celeb:

Mischa Barton

Out Of Character:

Hey, My name is Hope. i have been rp'ing for 3 years and i'm 18 years old. You can contact me via msn, [e-mail]. Or my aim which is Your0nly1.