PIERCE, Sloane Anetria

[littlemonsters]

Character Name: Sloane Anetria Pierce
Nickname(s): There are none that were catchy enough to stick.
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Grade: Junior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Prep
Weight: 125 lbs.
Height: 5'7
Appearence:

Sloane has short brown hair that she usually just lets stay where it falls. It's naturally straight, and she likes it that way best. She used to have longer hair, but when she came back to school for Junior year, she'd gotten a haircut to just below her ears. Sloane feels like this hair is more exciting, though she doesn't doubt she'll lose interest in it at some point, and let it grow out, or add color somewhere. She enjoys experimenting with her appearance - especially her hair.

Sloane's eyes are an icy blue color. She has the same eyes as her father, and she loves to coat her eyelashes with mascara, her waterline with eyeliner - anything to give her eyes a darker look. Her nose is of the button variety, delicately placed on her face so as though God wanted her to be naturally feisty, or something. Sloane's lips are round, though not plump. She likes to think that her face is proportionate; there's nothing out of place, or outstanding. She has average looks and she thanks her parents (mentally) every single day for it.

Sloane is a petite girl. She's not overly tall, and most definitely skinnier than a lot of girls her age. She's also muscular, though, in her abdomen, calves, and arms. This is because of playing soccer ever since she was nine. She's not so muscular that she looks like a man, though - that kind of girl actually disgusts her.

Personality:

Sloane is very competitive. She doesn't let a battle go until she's won - even if she's fighting a losing battle. She always has to be right, and when she realizes that she's wrong, she's stubborn and bratty about it. She's not one to argue with other girls, though she doesn't try to be close with too many of them. She knows she's made it into acceptance with the preps because she's so normal, and yet still so active in sports at school. She's just known for running cross country and playing soccer, not cheerleading like some of the other preps.

Still, however, Sloane gladly takes her position among the preps, as she would rather be one of the elite than one of the lowlifes who roam the rest of the school. She wouldn't and couldn't survive as anything other than one of the "popular" kids, because she's never known anything else. It was her friends who got her in good with other preps freshman year, and ever since she's managed to wiggle into a comfortable place here. Still, she worries every day about how one false step could push her out to the leagues upon leagues of losers. Sloane refuses to slip into the ranks of unknowns.

She wants to be famous someday, though for what, she's not sure. Obscurity is a fear of Sloane's, above all else. She can't stand the idea of being left out, or of fitting into the crowd. Her presence has to be aknowledged appropriately, or she's immediately plunged into a pool of icy unhappiness. Some people call her snooty because of it, but Sloane just simply believes that she has standards that she thrives by, and she'll accept nothing less. Perhaps going to a school with it's own gossip site like The Bathroom Wall is a good environment for a girl with a personality like hers.

Sloane is, by no means, a bitch. She's actually a sweetheart, toward her friends. She just avoids the rest of the school at all cost - for her own fear of being seen associating herself with the lower castes of cliques, and being called out by the Queen Bee. Sloane would love to be the Queen, herself, though she's well aware that the current Queen isn't going anywhere anytime soon, so she settles herself among the preps, where her athleticism is at least acceptable. It's not like her to take things lying down, but Sloane isn't one to destruct social order.

History:

Sloane was born on April 18, 1994, to parents Oliver and Blake Pierce. At the time, they were living in Toronto, Canada, happily. Oliver worked in the entertainment business as a television producer from the time he was thirty until he was fourty-five, and Sloane was nine. At that point, Oliver had made enough millions to retire, and the family uprooted to move to California. Sloane's older brother, Beckett, was fifteen at the time, so he was naturally rebellious at having to leave behind his friends.

Sloane, on the other hand, didn't mind in the least. She wasn't very social in Toronto. She was just a little girl, after all. Moving to California changed her. Her parents enrolled her in a unisex soccer league, and her competitive trait emerged from the back of her mind. Sloane has been competing to be the best ever since. Beckett took his first chance to move back to Toronto - last summer when he turned twenty-one. Sloane had come to depend on him, so now that he's gone, she's almost lost.

She managed, though, by faking smiles and forcing laughter. After a while, the pain eased, and at this point Sloane is indifferent to her brother being thousands of miles away. It still bothers her to think about him too much, so she does all she can to busy herself with other things. Before high school, Sloane had a variety of friends, and cliques didn't matter to her as much as they do now. What changed that was the friends she made when she joined her sports teams as a freshman.

People encouraged her to cheer, but that wasn't Sloane's style. She became friends with the other girls who played sports, as well as some of the cheerleaders, and it became very evident what kind of people she would have to stick with in the future, if she wanted to survive at this school. Sure, she lost some people along the way, but at least she's popular now. Her old friends act like it's the worst thing in the world, but they can't possibly understand. They've never tasted the flavor of popularity, they'll never know why she's chosen this life over them.

Boys have of course come and gone in Sloane's life, usually the athletic types. She dated the only one that really counted for a majority of sophomore year; he was an athlete, like her, and he'd been able to talk to her about everything and anything she wanted to talk about. She lost her virginity to him, only to find out weeks later that he'd been running around behind her back. Needless to say, Sloane doesn't trust guys very easily after that. She constantly puts up barriers to keep herself safe, because nothing is worth that kind of pain.

Sample Rp:

some might feel like the silence of the forest was deafening, let it get to them, then not even be able to hear their own thoughts because all that occurred to them was the fact that it was so damned quiet in this forest. quiet was what drove some people insane. it left them defenseless from their insecurities, restless, a nagging necessity to be distracted never leaving them be. however, winston didn't have that problem. he appreciated this silence, because it wasn't silent at all. there were sounds, small enough to go unnoticed to the average camper wandering through the forest. life is wasted on the living, someone wise once said. winston had learned to appreciate these surroundings over his time at this camp, he would never look past the sound of fluttering birds' wings, or the wind whistling through the treetops, or the sorft rush of that same wind over the water of the lake. winston appreciated every ounce of it, because back home he'd never been able to sit outside in silence, without the sound of police sirens a few blocks away, or traffic. here in rhode island, everything was peaceful. winston had never expected to enjoy a rural setting as much as he did here.

he didn't note the sound of company, as the company was quiet in general as they approached. the way silence here in the forest would feel deafening to other people, the sounds of nature here were deafening to winston. the person could have watched him for hours, and he'd have no idea, as long as they stayed as quiet as they were being now. that probably left him defenseless, but it wasn't like that mattered here at the camp. most people here weren't attackers, malice, or vicious. even if they were any of those things, they weren't stupid. no matter how friendly or calm winston was, he still looked like he could kill someone with his bare hands. he worked out with his brother, had a high metabolism, and he was the spitting image of his father. he was born to look this way, there was no helping it. it was in his DNA. needless to say, people didn't bother winston very often, and he was greatful for it, because he had no desire to get into fights and petty arguements with anyone. winston's company's going unnoticed was the least of anyone's worries, because not only was he secure with the thought that they probably wouldn't mess with him, but he also knew the girl, she was actually a friend of his.

winston stared at the lake for several minutes with his visitor standing quietly beside the boulder he was sitting atop, before a strong gust of wind pressed against his jacket and made his eyes water just a bit. he blinked a few times and looked away from the wind, and in that moment he finally saw her standing there. at first, winston jumped the tiniest decimeter off of his perch, then he allowed his eyes to focus on the girl. he recognized her as one of the winchester sisters, though he couldn't be completely sure which. he had only met one of the quintuplets, and actually befriended her, but because he was good with names, and sometimes genny would tell him stories about them, winston remembered all of her sisters - though he couldn't tell any of them apart. he waved a small, awkward wave, buying himself time to think of which sister to guess. winston decided to guess the only sister he knew of, because he assumed her to be the only one who would walk up on him and not feel the need to announce herself. "hi, er, gen?" it wasn't rude at all around shamrock, to greet someone as a question, because there were so many multiples here it could get confusing.

Celeb:

Jessica Stroup

Out Of Character:

I'm Abby, and I'm seventeen. I've been RPing since right before I turned fourteen (August 2007) so that makes about three and a half years. You can email me at [e-mail], or msn me at [e-mail]. I admin here, but sadly, we've quite possibly died. ):

[( tahlia )]

Welcome to the site beautiful! You'll fit in wonderfully. You're application was fantastic and well detailed. I love how insecure Sloane is when it comes to her social status. Go fill out the claims in Step Three and you're ready to start. Have fun dear.