Post by Ganice Anderson on Sept 6, 2007 21:15:02 GMT -5
&& you
Name or Display Name: Kim
Age:16
Contact Info: PM
Time Zone: I have no idea...
&& character facts[/size]
full name:Ganice Karel Anderson
age: 18 years old
ethnicity: American
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace:San Diego, California
camper or counselor: Camper
&& personality[/size]
likes:
+Music
+Drama
+Friends
+Family
+Kissing
+Boys
+Fashion
+Sports
+Shopping
+Sex
dislikes:
+slutty people
+Racism
+Sexism
+Dark Chocolate
+Frogs
+Overly Sexual Active guys
+Liars
fears:
+Losing a family member/ relative
+Losing a friend
+Rejection
goals:
+Get through college
+Live a good life in the future
+Find someone that will love her for who she is.
secrets:
+Has a child[aborted]
personality:
Ganice is a very straightforward person. She doesn't beat around the bush like others. When she wants something, She'll get it no matter what. If she thinks something, or someone, is ugly then she'll just go up to that particular person and tell them exactly what she thinks.
She is very independent, wanting to do everything and anything on her own which may get in the way at times. Though, it shows how mature she is being the wild girl she is. She is more delicate and sensitive than wild though, with wide ranging emotions. It is hard not for her to be moody at times with this in her way. Sure, some may say she is boy crazy and a shop-a-holic. But, she can only agree on the shopping part. Around guys, she acts herself, not wanting to change around them just to get it pushed back into her face. Her girl friends on the other hand are like her sisters. She would never let any of them down and loves them to death.
Ganice is a truly sweet girl, she'd never ever dream of hurting anyone she cares for and wouldn't even so much as gossip about one of her closest friends. She always has something nice to say about someone and always tries to help her friends out, especially when they're feeling sad. Gan's specialty has become cheering her friends up by now, she's always the one coming over in the middle of the night, loaded with chocolate, ice cream, movies and a lot of hugs. She absolutely hates seeing her friends sad and therefore tries to get them happy again, never giving up until she succeeds. Most of the time, she is loved instantly by the people she meets, her friendly, outgoing and sparkling attitude usually attracts people, when she's in a bad mood however it's best to steer clear of her, she can be like thunder on a summers day, shocking yet oddly refreshing.
&& looks[/size]
hair: Brown
eyes: Almond shaped - brown
body-type: Slim, has nice curves
dress-style: Sporty, Flirty, Sexy, elegant
height:A little taller then usual
weight:Average
other: n/a
PB: Rachel Bilson
picture:
&& family and history
parents:
father;; Bryan Anderson
father's occupation;; CEO
mother;; Kimberly Anderson[deceased]
mother's occupation;; Model
siblings:
Sam Anderson»21 years old
Jaime Anderson»19 years old
James Anderson»16 years old
history:
The minute you take a first look at Ganice, with her family, you'll think that she's one of the boys. A rowdy, un-ladylike young woman. Well, you're probably wrong. Ganice is more ladylike than anyone you know. That is, when she's in front of her over protective father.
When Ganice was about 5 years old, her mother passed away when she was giving birth to Ganice's younger brother, James. James survived, but Kimberly didn't. Her family never seemed to get over the fact that she was gone. Well, all except for the youngest member of the family, James. He never got to see her.
A few years passed, the Anderson family's better. Until Bryan brought home a lady. She was sexy, smart and almost perfect. But little did Bryan know that she was really the wicked witch of the west. Bryan and his lady friend, Amber, went on dates for about a year and a half, and got married in a church. After that, everyone was happy, except for the kids.
Amber made them do household chores. The most ill treated was Ganice. After a few years of suffering, Amber did a very horrible thing. She threatened to kill Ganice's olkder brother, Sam, if he didn't do what she told him to - to sleep with her. This was ,of course, something very, very wrong.
Ganice snapped and ran away to her father. She told her father everything. At first he didn't believe her, but when he asked the rest of his kids, he knew the truth. He didn't waste much time. That night, he kicked Amber out and revoked their marriage. Since then, he hadn't been the same.
He was over protective. He never let his kids out with their friends. Especially not Ganice, as she was the only girl in the family. Now, at 18, Ganice is pretty much free. Her father moved the family to Colorado. There, he decided to turn over a new leaf.
&& other
password: -removed-
RP sample:
Name or Display Name: Kim
Age:16
Contact Info: PM
Time Zone: I have no idea...
&& character facts[/size]
full name:Ganice Karel Anderson
age: 18 years old
ethnicity: American
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace:San Diego, California
camper or counselor: Camper
&& personality[/size]
likes:
+Music
+Drama
+Friends
+Family
+Kissing
+Boys
+Fashion
+Sports
+Shopping
+Sex
dislikes:
+slutty people
+Racism
+Sexism
+Dark Chocolate
+Frogs
+Overly Sexual Active guys
+Liars
fears:
+Losing a family member/ relative
+Losing a friend
+Rejection
goals:
+Get through college
+Live a good life in the future
+Find someone that will love her for who she is.
secrets:
+Has a child[aborted]
personality:
Ganice is a very straightforward person. She doesn't beat around the bush like others. When she wants something, She'll get it no matter what. If she thinks something, or someone, is ugly then she'll just go up to that particular person and tell them exactly what she thinks.
She is very independent, wanting to do everything and anything on her own which may get in the way at times. Though, it shows how mature she is being the wild girl she is. She is more delicate and sensitive than wild though, with wide ranging emotions. It is hard not for her to be moody at times with this in her way. Sure, some may say she is boy crazy and a shop-a-holic. But, she can only agree on the shopping part. Around guys, she acts herself, not wanting to change around them just to get it pushed back into her face. Her girl friends on the other hand are like her sisters. She would never let any of them down and loves them to death.
Ganice is a truly sweet girl, she'd never ever dream of hurting anyone she cares for and wouldn't even so much as gossip about one of her closest friends. She always has something nice to say about someone and always tries to help her friends out, especially when they're feeling sad. Gan's specialty has become cheering her friends up by now, she's always the one coming over in the middle of the night, loaded with chocolate, ice cream, movies and a lot of hugs. She absolutely hates seeing her friends sad and therefore tries to get them happy again, never giving up until she succeeds. Most of the time, she is loved instantly by the people she meets, her friendly, outgoing and sparkling attitude usually attracts people, when she's in a bad mood however it's best to steer clear of her, she can be like thunder on a summers day, shocking yet oddly refreshing.
&& looks[/size]
hair: Brown
eyes: Almond shaped - brown
body-type: Slim, has nice curves
dress-style: Sporty, Flirty, Sexy, elegant
height:A little taller then usual
weight:Average
other: n/a
PB: Rachel Bilson
picture:
&& family and history
parents:
father;; Bryan Anderson
father's occupation;; CEO
mother;; Kimberly Anderson[deceased]
mother's occupation;; Model
siblings:
Sam Anderson»21 years old
Jaime Anderson»19 years old
James Anderson»16 years old
history:
The minute you take a first look at Ganice, with her family, you'll think that she's one of the boys. A rowdy, un-ladylike young woman. Well, you're probably wrong. Ganice is more ladylike than anyone you know. That is, when she's in front of her over protective father.
When Ganice was about 5 years old, her mother passed away when she was giving birth to Ganice's younger brother, James. James survived, but Kimberly didn't. Her family never seemed to get over the fact that she was gone. Well, all except for the youngest member of the family, James. He never got to see her.
A few years passed, the Anderson family's better. Until Bryan brought home a lady. She was sexy, smart and almost perfect. But little did Bryan know that she was really the wicked witch of the west. Bryan and his lady friend, Amber, went on dates for about a year and a half, and got married in a church. After that, everyone was happy, except for the kids.
Amber made them do household chores. The most ill treated was Ganice. After a few years of suffering, Amber did a very horrible thing. She threatened to kill Ganice's olkder brother, Sam, if he didn't do what she told him to - to sleep with her. This was ,of course, something very, very wrong.
Ganice snapped and ran away to her father. She told her father everything. At first he didn't believe her, but when he asked the rest of his kids, he knew the truth. He didn't waste much time. That night, he kicked Amber out and revoked their marriage. Since then, he hadn't been the same.
He was over protective. He never let his kids out with their friends. Especially not Ganice, as she was the only girl in the family. Now, at 18, Ganice is pretty much free. Her father moved the family to Colorado. There, he decided to turn over a new leaf.
&& other
password: -removed-
RP sample:
The sun was warm on his head, and people swirled all around him as he stood on the sidewalk in the Old Quarter of the Spanish city of Granada. Here, the stone seemed to melt into a soft yellow in the light, and the windows were shuttered in fantastic lattices that he could have mistaken for lace, if he did not know that they were actually carved out of wood or in some of the older buildings stone.
Fuji Syusuke smiled to himself as he took in the sights, the sounds, and the smells of Granada. This was his first assignment as a freelance photographer, and he was so glad that he had been sent here. He had heard much about the beauty of Granada in particular, of the Palace of the Alhambra, the Moorish fairytale castle that sat atop the hill overlooking the city.
He allowed his eyes to open as he turned his gaze towards the palace, which hung in the afternoon light, seemingly suspended on silken threads in the air and exuding all the splendor of an Iberian Xanadu. He had this entire city and its people for his photographic subjects. What, really, could be better?
To have ones friends with you, of course, he thought with a soft sigh. It had been quite a few years since he had last seen everyone else, though he did keep tabs on what they were doing. They all had their own lives now, although they still kept in touch with one another. Fuji always made sure that he knew what the others were doing. It was all they could do now, split up as they were: some by college, others by work, and a few by marriage or the coming of such.
Someday, we ought to get together and play some tennis, just like we used to, he mused as he fished a piece of paper out of his pocket, and gazed at the neat block letters written on it in black fountain-pen ink. The paper was given to him by the one who asked him to take the photographs, who said that his wifes family lived in Granada, and would be more than happy to accommodate him for the duration of his stay in the city.
It was a very generous offer, too generous, so Fuji thought originally. He said that it was all right, that it was really too much, but the man insisted. He then reminded Fuji that the photographs he was taking were for his wife, who had been so long in Japan and by now was beginning to miss her hometown of Granada, and hence it was the man’s idea to send a photographer (Fuji, in this case) there and take a lot of pictures that he would compile into a book, which he would then present to his wife. If the photos were excellent, he would give the photographs to one of his friends, who specialized in publishing coffee-table books, and have them compiled and published.
But it really wasn’t the possibility of getting published that made Fuji sign onto the project. It was the fact that the man so loved his wife, that he would go to such great lengths to give her a comparatively lasting memento of the city she had grown up in. It touched a chord in Fuji’s heart, and he decided that he would exert all his effort in capturing Granada in all its glory.
Following the directions, he eventually came upon an old building, the door still framed with the remnants of what were once Moorish tiles decorated with brightly-colored tracery. He smiled, one finger lightly tracing the faded blue curlicues on the tile, which was smooth, and dust-free. He could imagine what this doorway looked like when the light became more yellowish, and he smiled. That would look very nice in a photograph.
Fuji Syusuke smiled to himself as he took in the sights, the sounds, and the smells of Granada. This was his first assignment as a freelance photographer, and he was so glad that he had been sent here. He had heard much about the beauty of Granada in particular, of the Palace of the Alhambra, the Moorish fairytale castle that sat atop the hill overlooking the city.
He allowed his eyes to open as he turned his gaze towards the palace, which hung in the afternoon light, seemingly suspended on silken threads in the air and exuding all the splendor of an Iberian Xanadu. He had this entire city and its people for his photographic subjects. What, really, could be better?
To have ones friends with you, of course, he thought with a soft sigh. It had been quite a few years since he had last seen everyone else, though he did keep tabs on what they were doing. They all had their own lives now, although they still kept in touch with one another. Fuji always made sure that he knew what the others were doing. It was all they could do now, split up as they were: some by college, others by work, and a few by marriage or the coming of such.
Someday, we ought to get together and play some tennis, just like we used to, he mused as he fished a piece of paper out of his pocket, and gazed at the neat block letters written on it in black fountain-pen ink. The paper was given to him by the one who asked him to take the photographs, who said that his wifes family lived in Granada, and would be more than happy to accommodate him for the duration of his stay in the city.
It was a very generous offer, too generous, so Fuji thought originally. He said that it was all right, that it was really too much, but the man insisted. He then reminded Fuji that the photographs he was taking were for his wife, who had been so long in Japan and by now was beginning to miss her hometown of Granada, and hence it was the man’s idea to send a photographer (Fuji, in this case) there and take a lot of pictures that he would compile into a book, which he would then present to his wife. If the photos were excellent, he would give the photographs to one of his friends, who specialized in publishing coffee-table books, and have them compiled and published.
But it really wasn’t the possibility of getting published that made Fuji sign onto the project. It was the fact that the man so loved his wife, that he would go to such great lengths to give her a comparatively lasting memento of the city she had grown up in. It touched a chord in Fuji’s heart, and he decided that he would exert all his effort in capturing Granada in all its glory.
Following the directions, he eventually came upon an old building, the door still framed with the remnants of what were once Moorish tiles decorated with brightly-colored tracery. He smiled, one finger lightly tracing the faded blue curlicues on the tile, which was smooth, and dust-free. He could imagine what this doorway looked like when the light became more yellowish, and he smiled. That would look very nice in a photograph.
