ezra sadie robbins

[ezra]

Character Name: ezra sadie robbins
Nickname(s): ez, sades, rob, ezzie
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Subgroup: Legend
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Sophomore
College: Central
Other:
Major: Psychology
Weight: 110 lbs
Height: 5 ft 9 in
Appearance:

For now, we shall focus on her flaws, shall we? Oh, of course, she’s not absolutely horrid. She can’t be. She has a flawless heritage, even if she, herself, is rather flawed. For one, her nose is weird. Like, seriously. A bit too wide, maybe a little bit squashed. You’d think her family would have done something about it by now, but no, of course not. She’s stuck with it. If you touch that subject with her though, she’ll just say that she likes it that way, that it gives her character.

Now, to follow where her nose is pointing, her lips are next. Sadly, there’s not much to be had there, flaw-wise. They’re very full, plump and oh, so disgustingly pink. Like, perpetually. Sadie never goes anywhere without at least a nude lip gloss. She likes them glossy, apparently. Next, is her chin, which doesn’t have anything note worthy either, except that it slopes down from a subtly square chin that makes up for the width of her face in general. Caucasian, she makes sure she tans often. Being pale is two last summers ago. Besides, with the way she vacations, it’s hard to stay out of the sun. Now, to backtrack to finish off the deal, let’s work with her eyes. They’re hazel, wide and pretty innocent. Don't let that fool you, though.

Tall, tanned and fabulous. Her words, not mine. Like I previously mentioned, she’s groomed, which means that Sadie is toned in all the right places, has kilometric legs enhanced by the high heels she loves to wear and has nicely squared shoulders. She was taught at an early age how to hold herself high—quite literally. She’s got a perfect pose, and she’s got a smile that could dazzle anyone. Of course her teeth are as white as the clouds naturally, what are you talking about? She distracts the attention from all the little flaws she has with the outrageous outfits she pulls off. Short skirts, short dresses, one shouldered gowns, cleavage showing—there are a lot of distraction techniques when it comes to Sadie. Honestly, her last name should be Skin, considering how much of it she flashes on a daily basis.

Her arms are always close to her body whenever she’s walking. Awkward walkers are never something you want to witness, and Sadie was told that if she wanted to accomplish gracefulness, she had to have a certain contention about herself when it comes to her physique. Oh, she may be loud, obnoxious and rude, but never let it be said that Sadie doesn’t know how to strut.

Personality:

She’s her biggest fan of all. She’s vain, she’s strident and boisterous. She’s rude and she’s obnoxious. She’s social and a good drinker. Of course, that only means she hates the stuffy galas her family forces her to attend, and she loves rowdy crowds. She loves throwing spectacles the size no one has ever seen, and she’s all for the circus, the insanity, the exhilaration, the thrills. She’s the type of girl you really don’t want to mess with, because she’s willing to get dirty and tackle you and scratch your eyes out. There’s nothing Sadie loves more than getting her hands in a fight. She keeps her nails long just for occasions like that. Violence is frowned upon in her house, so that means she might as well get down to it. Sadie’s got a thing for contradicting, she does. If you say no, you might as well be screaming yes to her face. You want Sadie to attend one of your parties? You might as well ‘accidentally forget’ to slip her one of your invites. There’s nothing better than crashing a party, in one of her gorgeous glittery, sequined gowns. Oh, and good liquor. Must not forget the liquor. She blames her high tolerance for alcohol on her ancestry, by the way. You have to know this. Sadie’s big on her ancestry. After all, who isn’t, when you’ve got so much to brag about? Well, she mostly brags about money, but you know how it goes. If the money has been inherited through generations, you must brag about said generations and stuff in order to get your point across. Besides, Sadie’s got nothing to hide. Sure, her family history might be a bit…crude, but hey, so is she, so what’s the big deal? So there was a bit of murder and stealing in the past, but everyone’s got a bit of pillaging in their family tree. They wouldn’t be so disgustingly rich if there wasn’t.

She’s crass and upfront. She’s the type of girl who’s always in your face. You can’t ignore Sadie. It’s not possible. If she doesn’t like you, the whole world knows it. She slanders your name, curses you and does everything in her power to provoke you into a fight. There are some props to not knowing any type of limits, after all. Free. That’s what she likes to call herself. Free from restraints, and definitely free of anything known as decency or responsibilities. Being tied down has never been Sadie’s priority in life, that’s probably why she doesn’t do relationships, even if she was trained to be the ultimate trophy wife. Just because she’s so disgustingly rude, doesn’t mean there aren’t any kinds of manners ingrained in her. She chooses to ignore them, that’s all. In her opinion, there are two major choices in life: “Who do I want to be?” and most importantly, “What am I going to wear?” Oh, don’t be fooled. Just because Sadie is the poster girl for foul doesn’t mean that she doesn’t understand the importance of choosing who she will be for the rest of her life. As she sees it, there’s only one chance to live things the way you want to live them, unless you believe in “reincarnation and all that shit”, and since she doesn’t believe in any of those, one shot is all she’s got. So she can be the trained princess she was taught to be, or she can be the uncouth motherfucker who everyone loves to hate and hates to love.

Sadie’s all for freedom and rebellion, and breaking the law just for the hell of it, but when it comes down to family business, she knows better than to mess with hers. Not only because she’s afraid of the consequences (being rich does have its perks, after all), but because in the end, it’s the only thing she truly believes in. Not in perfect family life, oh no, but she knows that while people may betray you, and slice your skin countless times with different knives, family will always have your back, no matter what. To clean up your messes and to snap you back into reality—even if she doesn’t like said reality.

So now you know, Sadie lives as if there’s no tomorrow, because for all she knows, there might be no tomorrow. There’s a clock ticking somewhere, and when the bell rings, she knows it’ll be to the tune of her name. So hate her all you want, because while you waste your time on that, she will be living her life to the fullest, and you can watch her trail of dust if you wish, or you can simply catch up and join in on the fun. “If you can’t win, join them.” And everybody knows you can’t win with Sadie Robbins. See, it’s not only about convenience. You should join Sadie Robbins because she’s loyal and fun and so adorable and everything you’ve ever wanted! Except, no, she isn’t. She’s fake through and through. Everything she does has an ulterior motive, even the empty-headedness that is so evidently displayed on her daily life. She’s a fake blonde with a fake tan and a fake laugh. Even the whiteness of her teeth is fake. Come on, nobody has teeth that perfect! She wears fake eyelashes and fakes her height by constantly wearing high heels. She’s high maintenance, whiny and bitchy. She’s everybody’s worst nightmare wrapped in designer clothes. Relationship-wise, she’s another package altogether. She does passion and she does ardor, but loving? It’s out of her league both physically and emotionally. Why, you might ask? It’s not that she doesn’t like to pretend to fall in love. Quite the opposite. Sadie has lived numerous ‘epic love affairs’ as she so labels them, but they never last long. Not because she’s scared of commitment or some other psychological garbage. It’s simply that Sadie loves love too much. Or more likely the process through which one falls ‘in love’, though she still has to experiment such a thing, she adores the rush of being courted, of having a guy jump through hoops in order to get her attention. Also, she’s not good at the whole faithful scenario. It’s not that she’s a big fan of those ‘one night stands’ type of deals either. While she has no qualms about sleeping around, she isn’t really into changing guys as often as she changes clothes. She loves having a boyfriend and showing him off, but she can’t be around the same guy for too long. It gets boring—or rather, she lets herself get bored before they’re unable to stand it. She’s learned that as pretty an accessory as a hot boyfriend can be, they only slow you down; drag their feet and your pace with them. Apparently boys don’t like having girls who can out drink them, and surprisingly, outsmart them.

Oh, she’s been underestimated numerous times. After all, she’s got the blonde bimbo act down pat, and it’s still running strong last time she checked. But Sadie plays all of that to her favor. You want to be her friend despite all of that? You better watch out. Sadie will make you fly through fiery hoops in order to get somewhat of her attention. She’ll ridicule you, taunt you and make your life a living, blonde hell. After that…well, it’s still to be decided. It all depends on your scores through the entire process. She may hate long words, and hate the intellectual types, but don’t let that fool you, because there’s a cunning brain behind all that makeup and scandalous attires. There’s something there that a lot of people haven’t managed to put their finger on, but it’s what moves people around Sadie into action. She’s the center of a mini-universe, and people don’t even really notice it until it’s too late to get out of her field of gravity. Despite all her flaws, all her evident repellents, there’s something about Sadie Robbins that will have you curiously coming back for seconds. Some say it’s the charm, while others say that people always go back simply for her to spread her legs. All Sadie knows is that what others don’t know can’t possibly hurt them, and the whole wide world is in the dark, and Sadie holds the last light bulb known to humankind.

Remorse is not a feeling Sadie often associates with herself. See, thing is that this girl doesn’t understand the workings of such a feeling. Her family raised her to be comfortable inside her own skin while still trying to ingrain some kind of manners in her, or whatever. It’s ridiculous, really, how amoral people can get in order to justify their ends. So of course her parents’ amorality would rub off on her. It’s not like Sadie has a knack for picking the worst traits for herself—psht, what are you talking about? Yes, everything about Sadie is convenient. What she chooses as her influences, what she wears, what she says and who she hangs out with. It’s all so ridiculously convenient, you wouldn’t believe. You think you’ve got something serious and genuine going on? No, seriously, don’t be ridiculous. Who thinks that nowadays? Don’t worry kids, she’s there to set the example.

Oh, it’s a hard life, the one she leads. She’s got money, she’s got clothes, a fabulous place, no need to work and friends that while are easily discarded, get her through countless parties. That’s her general attitude, not only to that particular topic, but to life in general. There’s nothing holding her back. Every single freedom you wished you had is embodied in Sadie. For every word you kept inside you when you wanted to scream, for every rude remark you wanted to snap, for every disgusting act you wanted to commit but didn’t because you knew it was inappropriate, Sadie’s there to do it all. Everything everyone never did—she’ll do it, because she can and you won’t. The girl you hate because you’re jealous of? The girl you wish you were because she’s got something you don’t? That’s her.

History:

Gloriette was not proud of what she did. Having an abortion was no mean feat, especially for a woman of her stature, and well, the fact that the doctors said that if she went along with this, she probably wouldn’t be able to get pregnant again, fact that she didn’t share with her lovely, handsome husband Jared. That, and the fact that she was getting an abortion at all. Oh, just thinking about it made her feel so guilty every time she looked at him. Not only because of abortion only, of course not. If Gloriette only had that dirty little secret to worry about, she wouldn’t be feeling half as guilty as she actually did. See, as upscale as she was supposed to be, she had a tough conscience. Tough as nails, as her cheap grandfather would say. So one secret wouldn’t really do the trick, not even one as hardcore as an abortion was. See, the reason why she had aborted was because, well, the kid hadn’t really been Jared’s. She had no excuse, and she wasn’t looking for one. She was unfaithful, just as she was sure her husband was. But whatever. The point was that she had cheated, and the probabilities of her being able to get pregnant again had been downsized tremendously. And while she didn’t exactly care much for that, she knew how much Jared wanted an heir. So, of course that haunted her for the next three years, in which they kept trying and trying to ‘get pregnant’ and nothing happened. Gloriette could see Jared getting restless. He had never been a patient man, and this, well, this was sincerely pissing him off, and it was making her fret. She knew that if she didn’t produce a son or daughter in the next few months, her reputation was at stake. Not only as a good wife, but well, Jared would make a very public replacement for her if she didn’t get pregnant…immediately. Drastic measures had to be taken, but what? She’d gone to Healers, trying to get her fertile levels up, but to no avail. What was a rich woman supposed to do when almost everything money could buy hadn’t garnered any results?


Why, buy a baby of course.

It sounds more horrible than what it actually was. Gloriette simply searched for a girl who would’ve given the kid in adoption, or in other words, desperate. She offered money, a comfortable pregnancy and nobody would ever know. It was quite easy, for something so scandalous, and Gloriette could only take that as a sign. If things hadn’t been supposed to be, then somebody would’ve discovered her, or ratted her out. But no, nine months went by, and she discovered just how much of a good actress she was, feigning a pregnancy that was almost physically impossible for her to have. Jared ate it all, believed her every word and catered to her every need. Not to mention how he swelled with pride when he first heard the news. All in all, it was a very good nine months. Her matrimony grew in many ways, and while there never were declarations of eternal love, Gloriette felt she was finally recovering the footing she’d lost during the years she had failed to get pregnant. Imagining what would’ve happened if she hadn’t done what she’d done was just too horrifying. Of course, the thought of passing the aborted kid as Jared’s had crossed her mind, but the odds were against her in that certain occasion, since her lover had been nothing like Jared, and a woman could only bet on her genes so much before it was labeled as a stupidity. No, this had been the best decision she’d ever made. And so, when a girl was born into the hearth of the Robbins family, Gloriette decided that she was going to raise the epitome of perfection. Not that she’d ever strayed from those thoughts, but seeing her and those locks of hair, and those crystal clear hazel eyes—she had definitely picked well. Hazel eyes, just like Jared’s, and a nose that could be passed off as hers. Yeah, Ezra Sadie Robbins was going to live a very blessed life indeed.

Sadie grew up with a perfect etiquette she never used, money she always splurged, and an open mentality that would be the downfall of her family if she didn’t rein it in at some time. But that’s not entirely her fault, is it? She has a lenient family and friends that don’t encourage tolerance or any kind of bullshit. Her type of people.

That's all she needs.

Now, she's in college and it's time to suck it up. Honestly, she doesn't even know why she's in college, considering she thought she'd be married off by now to some old rich douchebag, but whatever. She's somehow survived these years majoring in psychology--oh, the irony. So, why not carry on? After all, everything she needs is here. Why change it?

Sample Rp:

Aggie's!

Celeb:

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Out Of Character:

YOU KNOW EET.

[( tahlia )]

Yet another wonderful application. Everything was well detailed and I liked how you weren't afraid to shine some light on her flaws. Rosie's a babe <3 Go do your claims and you're ready to go.