Post by Phaedra Camden on Sept 12, 2008 21:43:22 GMT -5
“what is your name?
PHAEDRA CAMDEN
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PHAEDRA CAMDEN
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- Sara.OTHER CHARACTERS -- None at the moment.
CONTACT INFO -- xandixa@yahoo.ca
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Phaedra Silvine CamdenNICKNAMES -- Phae, PC
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 18; June 7th 1990.
GENDER -- Female
YEAR -- Year 12
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual
NATIONALITY -- American.
RELIGION -- Non-religious.
BIRTHPLACE -- Queens, New York.
HOMETOWN -- Manhattan, New York.
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- On campus.
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- It varies. Could be pink, blonde, black ... you name it.EYES -- Brown.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 5'4"/105 lbs.
BODY TYPE -- Petite/Slim.
OVERALL HEALTH -- Fairly decent. She's a little on the pale side, but her health is good.
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Two nose piercings, and two beauty marks on the left side of her face that may (or may not) be drawn on.
PLAY BY -- Audrey Kitching
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- Time spent with friends
Music
Posing for pictures
Evenings
Pink
Small dogs
DISLIKES --
Cats
Pizza
Things that don't work
WORST FEAR -- Becoming a social pariah ... or something like that. She's a very social creature, and having people not like her or ignore her is tantamount to torture for her.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- At times, Phaedra kind of wishes that she hadn't gone for the nose piercings. I mean, everything else is fine, but those are just ... something that she doesn't love all the time. Although perhaps her biggest secret is that she's terribly afraid of large dogs. Terribly. Why would she go around telling people that?
GREATEST AMBITION -- If everything were to go as planned, Phaedra sees herself as the next big triple threat. Acting, modeling, directing ... she wants to do it all.
DEFINING QUALITY -- The desire to stand out and be recognized as an individual.
IDIOSYNCRASIES --
1. The desire to have things arranged perfectly. Like ... in pairs, or threes, or whatever mood strikes her.
2. The affinity for very bright colors (especially pink) and all things cute and/or different.
3. Pretty short attention span. If you're giving her a lecture, she can quite easily be distracted by a kitten, puppy, gust of wind ... anything, pretty much. Although she's pretty much always easily distracted.
PERSONALITY
Phaedra always tries her best to be smiling, happy and cheerful. Unless, of course, it is her job to look otherwise. Who knows, maybe smiling at somebody might make their day.
Random
You never know what will come out of her mouth. She's easily distracted, and the strangest things strike her fancy. And stay there for a surprisingly long time for somebody with a short attention span.
Friendly
Nobody has ever accused her of being shy, and she'd be quite offended if they did. She'll be the first person to walk right up to you, introduce herself, and probably try to hug you.
Open-minded
She doesn't really mind if you're different. Heck, she'll probably like you better if you're different. Just ... don't be rude to her. She doesn't take that very well.
Loyal
If you insult and/or hurt her friends or family, she will probably never forgive you. And even if she seems to, she's probably just plotting her revenge.
Creative
This pretty much has to be a given, for somebody with her ambitions. She wouldn't make it very far if she had no creative still, would she? [/size]
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- Steven Camden, 46
SIBLINGS --
Sophia Camden, 13
Coral Camden, 16
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES --
Nobody, really ....
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY
Takara sat at a table in the library, nearly shaking with rage. Honestly, most things she could take, but being nagged from all sides wasn't one of them. If it wasn't her parents telling her that she was stupid and needed to pay attention, it was her sister texting her to say that her outfit looked like it was on drugs or something. Why couldn't they just leave her alone for a little while? She was fine when they left her alone. She liked it. She could be herself, then. They didn't even know who she was, and they still tried to tell her what to do.
Takara flipped open her phone, her thumbs moving at a frightening speed over the buttons. She wasn't just going to take this. Honestly, who did Orella think she was, the Fashion God? She was just a lowly human, like Takara, and she was about to be told so. Takara surveyed her message with a small smile. Maybe Orella would get the point that Kara just didn't care about fashion, and didn't care for her snide remarks. Though that was wishful thinking. Orella rarely was able to get the point, even though their parents thought she was some freaking girl genius. Right. Orella probably didn't even know how to spell genius.
She thought better of it, and flipped the phone closed. The fact that she'd even thought about wasting her time sending a message back was insulting. But really, when she wanted Orella's advice, she'd ask. She kind of had ... more important things to worry about. Like chemistry. Or the environment. Or ... hyperinflation in Zimbabwe. So Orella could just have fun picking out tomorrow's outfit. Forgive Kara for actually having a conscience. Or you know, something to that effect.
Honestly, why does my family have to be full of ... morons? Takara wondered. The only one she didn't hate was her cousin Suzu, and they didn't spend as much time together as they once had. First year, they'd been inseparable. They'd somehow managed to always find the 'place to be', and always find it together. Now, they pretty much only got together every other weekend, and everything else was just texts and IMs. Oh, well. Whatever. She got that they were both busy now. She glanced down at the open book in front of her. Her mind really wasn't with this at all, and she needed to study.
Takara flipped open her phone, her thumbs moving at a frightening speed over the buttons. She wasn't just going to take this. Honestly, who did Orella think she was, the Fashion God? She was just a lowly human, like Takara, and she was about to be told so. Takara surveyed her message with a small smile. Maybe Orella would get the point that Kara just didn't care about fashion, and didn't care for her snide remarks. Though that was wishful thinking. Orella rarely was able to get the point, even though their parents thought she was some freaking girl genius. Right. Orella probably didn't even know how to spell genius.
She thought better of it, and flipped the phone closed. The fact that she'd even thought about wasting her time sending a message back was insulting. But really, when she wanted Orella's advice, she'd ask. She kind of had ... more important things to worry about. Like chemistry. Or the environment. Or ... hyperinflation in Zimbabwe. So Orella could just have fun picking out tomorrow's outfit. Forgive Kara for actually having a conscience. Or you know, something to that effect.
Honestly, why does my family have to be full of ... morons? Takara wondered. The only one she didn't hate was her cousin Suzu, and they didn't spend as much time together as they once had. First year, they'd been inseparable. They'd somehow managed to always find the 'place to be', and always find it together. Now, they pretty much only got together every other weekend, and everything else was just texts and IMs. Oh, well. Whatever. She got that they were both busy now. She glanced down at the open book in front of her. Her mind really wasn't with this at all, and she needed to study.
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