SAWYER, Geraldine Ingrid

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Character Name: Geraldine Ingrid Sawyer
Nickname(s): Gigi, Dina, Dingo
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Grade: Senior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Druggie
Weight: 130
Height: 6'1
Appearence:

UNDER THE CLOTHES – “So this would me stark naked, in front of a mirror and describing what I’d see. Well, for starters, I have awesome hair on my head. It’s blond with like, brown roots and a few locks too; my natural colour is the brown but it all looks hot. Uh, my hair’s all crazy voluminous and curly-like; very ‘just rolled out of bed’ but I make it work. My face, cuteness as you can see. I’m All-American so I look like a white girl basically. My eyes, although, are like bitching. Total ‘do I dazzle you like Edward Cullen?’ shit. They’re bright, steel blue and very striking. I got so many compliments on them; they make boys almost too easy. Uh, I have a nose ring that I pierced myself because my parents were going ape-shit about going to a parlour; they didn’t want me to have a piercing period but, whatever! The rest of me is quite alright. I’m thin enough, I’m not going to complain about my boobs or ass but I do think I have small feet. Last thing, I draw on myself allot; no tattoos here thought.”

THE CLOTHES ON – “So my closet is open and my style is all over the place. I call it Garbage Chic and you definitely won’t catch another Hillside chick pulling this off; I’m too original for them anyway. So, Garbage Chic is all about vintage urban wear. Ripped jeans, ripped clothes, bagginess, glitter, gold, face-paint/body-paint, smeared make-up, feathers, leather, gloves, sexy shades... you get the idea. Just picture the attack of the Hipsters on crack who rolled in sparkliness and grunge for two days...or maybe you have to see it to understand?”

OVER THE CLOTHES – “So now dump me in a crowd and try to recognise me by my mannerisms. What would you be looking for more precisely? Hair movements most definitely; hair flipping, shrugging, shaking, plain craziness is totally me. I move with my eyes allot, makes them more intense. I like to wink. I’m really expressive so hand gestures go in there too. I kick and jump and swerve so basically, just look for the girl acting a fool.”

Personality:

GIGI W/ HER FRIENDS – “I’m all happy-happy and loud; definitely loud. I’m not the kind of girl who settles down and goes by unnoticed. I’m always good to go somewhere, do something, smoke something, do someone, scream it all out and come back. That’s just the way I rock and roll! Party every chance you get and don’t let anyone rain on your parade. I’m also super-loyal and super-dependable, and even if I’m loud as hell, I stay a very good listener. I love to help and be there for others.”

GIGI W/ HER FLIRTS – “Boys bring out the sexy in me. Fluttering eyes, hair flips, a husky voice and sexual puns everywhere is pretty much my niche. I say I’m not the jealous type but I actually really am, so I can get kind of bitch-crazy-territorial sometimes; but only if I really like the guy. Otherwise it’s ‘just show me where your dick is at’. I’m a work in progress.”

GIGI W/ HER FOES – “I’m actually a really caddy person. I bitch and gossip and am so not proud of it. I can be as bad as all the Hillside chicks I love to hate. I lie and manipulate but I just seems to happen sometimes. Yeah. Even so, I hate the drama. Like, don’t go dragging everyone in your mess! If you have something to say, say it to my face bitch! Don’t think my world revolves around you because it doesn’t! Girls are so irritating sometimes. As in for guy-enemies, they’re just stupid. Fuck them.”

OTHERS W/ GIGI – “If you talk to people, some might tell you I’m loud, ditzy, reckless, careless, slutty, loud-again, hypocritical but also totally fun, and you know what? They may be right. Nobody’s perfect. At least I don’t pretend to be.”

History:

YOU WANNA KNOW MORE, MORE, MORE ‘BOUT ME? I’M THE GIRL WHO’S KICKING THE COKE MACHINE – “Where do I come from? Well, my mother’s cunt for sure. Oh, seriously? Here, actually. Bred, born and raised in Central by my two adorable parents Julian and Emily Sawyer. I used to ask my mum to tell me the story about how they met and everything came about but it’s nothing special actually. My family is bourgeois you see, so everyone’s in a certain bull-range. My dad was the brilliant, charming heir and my mum was the graceful, gentle daddy’s girl. Yawn. The met during a brunch that was held at someone’s country house somewhere. It was like a perfect Nicholas Sparks romance from there, with a certain amount of drama of course. Dad wasn’t from around here and kept on coming and going until he popped the question up oh so elegantly and decided no to move my mum away from her hometown. Can’t you see how this enchanted me as a child? I’m so over it now, and I’m sparing you the cheesiest bits. Like my mother’s other suitor; obvious showdown à la knight in shining armour right? Eck. Anyway, a year into marriage, happy couple Julian and Emily gave birth to their son, my older brother Rupert. I don’t know what the deal was with the old names but it started there; Rupert Giles Sawyer, and you though my name was bad. So, yeah-yeah-yeah, Rupert’s all cute and the light in my father’s eye when Emily announces the best news ever: she’s pregnant with me. It was kind of weird for my dad because he was counting on only having one child, and a son about it. It’s not that he didn’t want me there, but it kind of looked that way. 4 year old Rup-rup was ecstatic about having another sibling. My mother was kind of torn between her own happiness and my father’s glum reaction. Anyway, fast forward nine months to get my mother screaming in pain and me, little baby Gigi, all adorable and innocent. I’ll let you take this in...

Childhood. Golden. Julian got over his ‘second-child-cold-feet’ and made it worth my while. For these years of my life, I was Geraldine, daddy’s little girl; Geraldine in the cute summer dress; Geraldine who picks flowers in the neighbour’s garden to offer them to everyone she saw; absolute adorableness. Rupert wasn’t jealous about not being an only child anymore and took up the role of the protector a big brother should be. Everything was beautiful, everything was bliss.

When did it go downhill? Well, everyone eventually grew up. My father became all-business and was dragging my brother in too. The house became more like two couples; Dad and Rupert, Mom and me. My relationship with Rupert went South too as not only was he discovering the magical world of Corporate America, he wasn’t a kid anymore but a ‘young adult’ as he loved to point out. Girls, friends and his social scene kind of took over and I was just the little sister he occasionally grunted at when home. My mom and I became best-friends during this time. I remember telling her about my troubles in school as I was always more adventurous and agitated than the other girls in my class. I gradually grew out of the whole ‘haute society belle’ scene and became somewhat of a misfit. My mother tried to counter this by signing up me for all the bullshit charity events there ever was and even dared a beauty pageant. It was in the seventh grade that I shoved a big ‘FUCK OFF’ in her face. She had moved from Best-friend to Enemy in just a few years; maybe puberty sped up the process but it’s beside the point. My family life was ruined. Dad? Forget that. Mom? Not on speaking terms on my part anymore. Rupert? Off to the Ivy League the year I entered High-school. And so, I compensated by upping my social life. I got real wild, real fast, but I don’t regret it at all. I felt free. Now at school; Hillside because like it or not, I was still part of the bougie world, I was stirring up trouble. Purposely? Of course not, but I’m not saying a few tricks getting slapped around wasn’t my fault. The snobby rich kids I grew up with didn’t like me so much, and I tried to make the best of it. That didn’t go over very well. I was about to get expelled when the whole ‘Oh my god he sold the school!’ thing happened. Out with the old and in with the new, I fell into the promise land filled with Hipsters, Scenesters and other cool cats I could relate to. And now what’s in store for me? Total debauchery and I don’t care who sees. It’s anarchy in Gigi’s world bitches!"

Sample Rp:

It was raining outside and James was watching the water droplets stroll down the glass window. He was in fourth period what again? Oh right, English. How could he forget the delightful blonde teaching the class? Still, Miss Everson’s good looks couldn’t get James to concentrate today; his mind was elsewhere. His mother had made a fuss this morning about an article she had read in the newspaper. Something about the Pravus and the Verdeck. James didn’t know what those were, but he was sure he had heard those names before and so, looked in to that and learned a little bit more about creature gangs. Instead of learning about Shakespearean literature, the boy was thinking about Dalen creatures; that isn’t so surprising actually. There was allot of talk about the supernatural these days, and he had to admit his curiosity was peeked. Vampires? Werewolves? Illusionists and Hunters? He had never heard the names outside storybooks and Twilight movies, but now, they were common terms on the eight o’clock news. Fascinating. There had always been a murmur of weirdness in Bedfordshire, but this seemed simply unreal. James’ mom calls this nonsense and is completely against all of it; his father was supposedly killed by some sort of supernatural, but still, it doesn’t matter anyway. James won’t be submitted to ignorance any longer. He had a plan.... In this morning’s article, James read about Vampire and Werewolf gang hot spots; he just knew he had to check that out. Stupid? Yes. Dangerous? Extremely, but James has a desire to know. He’s not some little kid who needs protection. If he wants to go see the bloodsuckers and wolf-people, he could. He’s eighteen for god’s sake. The worse that can happen is...his death. Right. Just death. “James? Are you listening?” the teacher asked with a raised elbow. “No,” replied James smugly, getting a chuckle from his classmates, “But I will.” The blonde shrugged and continued her class. James looked away and continued thinking. The supernatural was definitely worth looking into, and he was going to, one way or the other.

Celeb:

Kesha Sebert

Out Of Character:

Hi! My name's Alex, I'm sixteen. I've been RPing for about 4 years but am mainly just a writer. I was having fun with my application as you can see and hope I won't get into trouble for it. ^^ Other than PM, even though I'll be always checking, you can reach me at [e-mail]. If all else fails...it won't. I'm not on any other sites right now so you have my full and undivided attention. Peace.

[( shannon )]

At a first glance, I love the pb + clique choice. It fits well. I loved how you put the application in first person. Usually, it turns out to be too informal, however, your writing skills obviously showed through. The constant use of the semi-colon really proved that you know what you're doing grammar wise. Also, the description of herself was flawless. It was personal without rambling on about unimportant facts. You just need to watch some little mistakes like "thought/though" and what not.

I loved how the personality was split into categories. I would have liked to see Gigi just by herself. Like what are her secrets? I hope you have some that you're holding back that come out.

The only thing I have to say is that your sample rp was a little short. Judging by the rest of the application, I can see that you can live up to the word count though so I'm not worried. Accepted! Welcome to Central! (: