Post by Christine Le Roux on Jan 17, 2011 21:47:08 GMT -5
[/font]CHRISTINEANNLE ROUX!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Christine. I am eighteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years or so and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have zero characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by message me.
Name: Christine Ann Le Roux.
Nickname: She prefers just to be called Christine.
Age: Nineteen years old.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Member Group: Demigod Senior (Aphrodite)
Appearance: Christine is a fairly tall girl with fair skin, and naturally red hair. Although she has changed it over time, it is dominantly red. She usually dresses herself nicely, although modest isn't a word one could use to describe her style. She loves heels and dresses, especially short ones. Her eyes are caramel brown, but sometime they appear to be green.
Personality: Quite and reserved, she warms up to people fairly quickly after meeting with them. She is very comfortable with her body and isn't afraid to prove that. Christine is still a new kid around here, and hasn't fully settled in yet. She loves to be the center of attention and adores parties and social gatherings of all kinds.
Likes:
* Fashion
* Cooking, and the Food Network. There's something about food that she just can't ignore.
* Listening to thunderstorms.
* Loud music.
* Skipping class.
Dislikes:
* Being forced to do things she doesn't like doing.
* Being stuck in class on nice days.
* Cold, winter weather.
* Leftovers.
* Pepsi.
Mother: Natasha Le Roux, deceased.
Father: Adrien Le Roux, 51, works for a privately owned company.
Siblings: None.
Pets: None.
History: Christine was born in Washington State, of French decent. Both of her parents immigrated to the United States when they were roughly Christine's age. She is somewhat fluent in French, but is still in the process of learning although it fascinates her. Even from a young age, she knew she wasn't like the other kids at her school. So, her parents sent her here in hopes that she might discover her passion in life.
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Roleplay Post
Natasha Noir grasped her golden heart shaped necklace in her palm, careful not to break the valuable heirloom. It was passed on to her from her grandmother, and contained a picture of Natasha's purebred Dutch Warmblood mare inside. She slid the necklace into her white Abercrombie bag, one she recently purchased while in New York City. A good thing about having money to waste is the fact that you are never denied of what you want, being clothes or whatever your small mind can devise. Natasha gave a jaded sigh, a clear sign of what flying ten hours in a private jen plane can do to you. She ran her fingers through her smooth blond hair, concentrating on the street ahead of her. She knew very well that her driver would arrive in less than one hour, but at Louis Vuitton a girl could easily loose her track of time, let alone her sanity. Her dad just paid Natasha her weekly allowance, and the store was clearly calling out her name. Sauntering over to wards the entrance, she removed her black Aviator glasses and slid of her Abercrombie coat. Natasha was wearing a pair of black denim jeans and black boots, with went nicely with her white earrings and necklace which gave a nice touch to her outfit. She reached for the sleek, clear door handles and silently moved inside. She spotted a man at the counter, with white glasses who appeared to be wearing a black vest with a pale ivory shirt underneath. He was too busy reading Vogue to really notice a customer sliding in the doors.
The blond haired seventeen year old went right over to the dress section, scanning for a suitable dress for the Masquerade party on June 11th, 2008. She couldn't be any more excited, this would be her opportunity to shine and show what she can really do when the spotlight hovers over her. She picked up a white dress, pondering over what jewelry and accessories she would wear with it. Bleh, not my type. She snarled and returned it back to the rack. After a long, worthless search she finally spotted an outfit she swore she saw some actress wear at a premiere. This was it! She looked at the price tag, no problem. It was never a problem, but for most it often always was. She picked up a cute clutch to match, and in a nonchalant manner made her way to the counter. The man at the counter blew a bubble out of his Spearmint flavored gum. Ah, Miss Noir! You ready to check-out? His accented was flooded with traces of French and German. Natasha herself was French, her accent like a soothing melody. Yes, I am. I think I made a good choice, agree? She said in a smooth manner, reaching for her credit card and with an elegant smile she gave it to the man. After she paid for the dress and clutch, the man bagged the items and handed the bag to Natasha. Miss Noir, I believe any of the dresses here would look like a diamond on you. She nodded and walked outside, and was met by a blizzard of ice cold air. She slid on her aviators, and grabbed her Abercrombie coat and carefully buttoned up the buttons.
Natasha thought it was time for a warm Caramel latte, and as luck would have a Java Dave's was located just west of Loius Vuitton. After she had paid, the girl sat down on an empty beach, waiting for the world to pass her by.
The blond haired seventeen year old went right over to the dress section, scanning for a suitable dress for the Masquerade party on June 11th, 2008. She couldn't be any more excited, this would be her opportunity to shine and show what she can really do when the spotlight hovers over her. She picked up a white dress, pondering over what jewelry and accessories she would wear with it. Bleh, not my type. She snarled and returned it back to the rack. After a long, worthless search she finally spotted an outfit she swore she saw some actress wear at a premiere. This was it! She looked at the price tag, no problem. It was never a problem, but for most it often always was. She picked up a cute clutch to match, and in a nonchalant manner made her way to the counter. The man at the counter blew a bubble out of his Spearmint flavored gum. Ah, Miss Noir! You ready to check-out? His accented was flooded with traces of French and German. Natasha herself was French, her accent like a soothing melody. Yes, I am. I think I made a good choice, agree? She said in a smooth manner, reaching for her credit card and with an elegant smile she gave it to the man. After she paid for the dress and clutch, the man bagged the items and handed the bag to Natasha. Miss Noir, I believe any of the dresses here would look like a diamond on you. She nodded and walked outside, and was met by a blizzard of ice cold air. She slid on her aviators, and grabbed her Abercrombie coat and carefully buttoned up the buttons.
Natasha thought it was time for a warm Caramel latte, and as luck would have a Java Dave's was located just west of Loius Vuitton. After she had paid, the girl sat down on an empty beach, waiting for the world to pass her by.
