EMILE, Ashlee Bree

[ashlee emile]

Name: Ashlee Bree Emile
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Year: Sophomore
Clique: Individuals
Appearance:

Ashlee has beautiful face structure. Good cheek bones, and a small face. Her face is tanned so you don't see too much red, or whiteness, or blemishes. She hardly ever even wears make-up because she thinks it's too much, and it's all artificial crap. She wants to be real. She has brown eyes, and usually never puts on mascara because she feels it just kills eyelashes, and she has sensitive eyes.

She has a dark brown hair which doesn't have much too it, it's just average. She has bangs that just lay above her eyes. Her hair goes down to her chest, which is sort of long. Her has is somewhat wavy but she usually straightens it because she doesn't like the imperfection of it being somewhat wavy.

For clothes, Ashlee were pretty much wear anything in her closet, but she does like to pay attention and add accessories to make herself look good. With her parents money that is quite easy to do. She doesn’t' care where she buys her clothes at either. She has her own kind of style and doesn't care what people think, well other than the people she's got her eye on.

Personality:

Ash likes to believe that she is one of a kind, and if anyone asks she's the fruity kind. She doesn't want to be like everyone else. She doesn't want to dye her hair blonde and put on loads of make-up just to look like another doll society has put out. She's not vain, and she only wants to be herself. Sure, she sometimes looks at the latest trends, but she doesn't usually wear them, it's just to get an idea for her own outfit, since she likes looking good altogether.

Ash has been told she's a sweet kid, but in her opinion she'd prefer charming. She's always there for others and does not put herself in front of others. Which makes her quite the pushover, and she'll let others hurt and step all over her if it means they'll be okay. she's ever lied to others will feel better, and she likes to believe she's a good liar, but in the end it's an awful trait. Though she doesn't think of it as a bad trait because it is for others. If it makes someone else’s day isn't that all that matters? she doesn't think that it's wrong to hurt yourself for others, though her friends worry about it, they call it a sad attempt at being perfect when perfection isn't real.

Though being the good liar Ashlee is, she had forgotten one thing about herself, who she was. Ashlee has always sat around wondering who she was ever since a little kid. she had been shy around junior high and elementary, and she didn't quite have a person to be. Coming into high school she created a new person, but yet she isn't completely comfortable in the new skin. She's hoped that along the way she'll figure out who she really is. She does get shy every now and then now too, but not as often, since when she was a kid she closed everyone out.

She's always hidden her feelings and sometimes she starts to feel so bottled up inside, and no one knows. Nobody ever understands her when she cries because they don't understand how hard she tries to hide it. So whenever she's said they think she's just complaining, and whining and nothings actually bothering her. Because she enjoys complaining and being obnoxious at times. And most the time they don't even realize she's sad, which is hard too.

Ash does not get angry easily but when she is angry she's liable to through one big fit, and it may get physical, because she can't contain herself. And that was how her parents were with each other when she was a kid. So, mother like daughter. But because she wants to be nothing like her mother she does not get mad easily.

Ash is a dreamer. She loves photography because she loves keeping memories. she likes to sit around all day, day dreaming instead of going and doing things. It's sort of a contribute to her shyness. She loves to read poetry and take walks on rainy days because she thinks they're beautiful. Though she loves the hot summer days any day.

Ash is charming, and that holds a deadly friend. She has a problem with how people fall in love easy with charming people like her, and she can't stay in one relationship for long. She loves flirting a lot, and hates it when people tell her that they love her. She scared of the responsibility of loving another, and love has always been a hard subject for her, ever since she was a child, and promised someone that she would never love again. Though she can't help the fact that whenever words leave her mouth they're always something flirty.

Ash likes to have fun. she likes to joke around even though she doubts that she's funny. She likes being loud at times, and likes doing silly little dances. She hopes that she doesn't have to stand around like any other girl and still look glamorous. She doesn't care what others think, and isn't one to flip over calories, and such. It's too much too worry about when you could have fun. She isn't going to put herself through pain just to look pretty, that's just silly in her opinion. though some people do think of her as childish, which she doesn't care. She says that she's going to live till she's 100 years old, so she doesn't need to grow up right now.

History:

Ash was born into a high-classed family. She had a mother, a father, and two brothers. Her brothers were around her age so she hung out with them a lot. As a kid Ash always played on the boys side when it was a gender war, and she was usually the only girl that did so. She’s even wrestle with the boys at the back of the recess, the teachers would only let her do it, and a lot of the other girls would get mad at her. Strangely enough at that age she had enemies. She had heard around that people were calling her a guy. which was understandable, but she was a girl and was highly insulted by this. Junior high she became a different person. More girly, just with masculine aspects. Who wouldn't have seen it coming when the only people Ashlee had her eyes on were girls? It was strange to her, how much she found women attractive. And everyone knew it, that she was interested in girls, it was just that obvious. Some people mocked her, because most parents told their little children that it was a sin, but after a while it just felt so normal to Ashlee, since it was such a young age. It didn't bother her what others thought.

Thought school was mocking, home life wasn’t much better. You see, Ashlee's parents were rich, but you cannot tie importance to wealth or things just go down hill from there. All her parents wanted was more, and they even admitted a few times that they would not be happy without money. Ashlee thought that it was completely sickening they way they were. Her parents loved the casino, though her dad had more of the problem. He was drunk, and whenever he had a few beers and had money in his pocket he'd go waste his money, and this was almost everyday. And well her mother thought he was irresponsible, talked a lot about him behind his back. what love was that?

Her mother was evil. She'd talked about her sons to Ashlee, and Ashlee would have to bare. She'd call them useless because they were lazy or never cleaned their room, and Ashlee always thought of it as that was the way boys were, because Ashlee knew the boys ways to very well. Her mother had an anger problem, liked to break and throw things around when angry. Ashlee promised herself she'd never become her mother, and got afraid whenever her herself got angry and felt like getting physical. But it was the way it was, she had inherited the anger streak of her mother.

With the horrid parenting life, Ashlee just wanted to get away, and what better place was then a boarding school. She joined when she moved on up to freshmen year, her parents had the money. Though she never really realized how hard high school would be, since at her old school all the high schoolers said that it was better than middle school, but this school had cliques and popularity, and if you're not in the in crowd then you're a no one. Ashlee had found her way into a crew of people who didn't really fit in. Which was okay because the populars didn't shine much too her. Though she did know that she could have kissed ass to get that rank, but she didn't want to live her high school life as a kiss asser, no she was going to live it the way she wanted to live it.

Goals/Fears:

Ashlee has always wanted to become a Novelist when she's older. she's always wanted to inspire at least one person with her writing, and then she would be satisfied. She's also wanted to have her own little family, and have her child love her like a best friend. Graduating from college would be nice too, because she's always looked down on people who has never gotten their education. She just wants to be successful, and being in such a nice school she hopes she'll be able to achieve that.

Ashlee fears losing someone. The thought of never being able to see someone again because they've died scares her so much. she believes that if anyone close to her died that she's go crazy and convince herself that they're still alive. She always fears that she'll have to keep lying and pretending to be human, because she'll never find who she actually is. She does not want to grow up alone and die alone. She does not want her parents to hate her, and she does not want to end up anything like her parents though. She does not want her children to hate her. She does not want to get addicted to anything, and she doesn't want to get pregnant young.

Sample rp:

Oliver blinked a few times as his ceiling came into focus. He mumbled a few words, and twisted around in his bed. He could tell he overslept, which he never liked doing because he'd always get a head ache from being in the same position, and usually he'd miss out on his whole day. He turned over to look out his window. He loved that window oh so much. Even though it woke him up every morning the scenery was beautiful, he could stare at it for hours and never get tired of it. But he usually liked looking at it in the morning. When he was extra bright, but right now it had the usual look to it, so this morning he wouldn't be able to see it's beauty. And who knew what tommorow morning brought him. Getting up early again. Hah, oh how that sounded harsh. He cloed his eyes attempted sleep until a headache from lying in the same position for far to long overwelmed him and he sat up. "What time is it?" He yawned in a harsh morning voice. He sure did need a drink.

He pushed himself to the edge of the bed, and let his feet fall to the ground. It was particially cold. Oliver rubbed his eyes, and sighed. Coldness was another sign of school coming, and he just couldn't get the idea in his head that these carefree days were going to be over until another year. He got up onto his feet and stretched. He was only wearing boxers so it was he quite cold, and looked around for some laundry on the floor that he could wear until he got himself to the warm shower. Oliver had to shower every morning because he jsut hated looking ugly, it was such a feminine trait of his, but he couldn't help it. He found a black shirt that was ten times bigger than him and tip toed himself to the shower. He hoped nobody would really think of the idea of him waking up so late, but usually his family did eat breakfest together. He guessed that they'd most likely already know what a bum their brother really was.

He hopped into the shower and put the heat on quite hot. He always loved the feeling of warm skin, but hated coming out looking like a lobster. After the shower he put the clothes back on and went right back to his room. Searching for some clothes to wear for that day. He picked out a standard black shirt, and some jeans. After getting dressed he made his bed, he's always cleaned more after his parents died because he believes it's his responsibility, and that the house needs people to clean up. After he finished doing everything in his room, he headed downstairs. He didn't go into the kitchen, since he's not a breakfest guy, and guessed that it was probably too late for breakfest, and he didn't feel like holding a conversation. He was tired. He wanted to go into the living room, but was stopped by his angry sister, Summer.

He looked at her with sad eyes. He hated it when people got angry, or sad it really just tore him apart. But Summer was quite the moody girl, but he doubted anyone else would cheer her up, so he decided to try. Whatever was on the TV would have to wait. "Summer?" He said in a quiet voice, particially scared, but spoke warmly. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong this time, though he did hear the shouting before that. But nobody ever really listened.

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