Post by soleil luna night on Jul 2, 2011 14:34:53 GMT -5
[/font]SOLEILLUNANIGHT!?
[/center]Hey! I go by kaitlyn. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have -- on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by pm & msn @ hellstop98@hotmail.com.
Name: soleil luna night
Nickname: soleil, sonny
Age: sixteen
Gender: female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Playby: Demi Lovato
Member Group: Regular Sophomore
Appearance: Long dark brown hair cascades down her back, falling in soft, natural curls. She stands a mere 5'3 and weighs a light 105 pounds. Her skin is milky white, but it contrasts nicely with her deep chocolate eyes. When it comes to her everyday style, it's pretty simple, but she likes to keep up with the trends, but when on stage she plays everything up, to try and capture the attention of the judges.
Personality: Soleil is very outgoing. It could be from being introduced to large crowds at such a young age, or it could be that she was always meant to be such outgoing figure. Her real passion is singing and playing her piano, she has tried to write her own songs in the past, but they tend not to get very far. She isn't really one to go out and party, mostly because it is against her mother's rules, and she likes to obey her mother, but once she gets a drink and a line of coke in her and she'll definitely be the life of the party, even if it's mostly her own little parties. ]
Soleil started doing cocaine after she'd seen another pageant girl doing it. She had approached the girl, asking what she was doing and after much consideration, she thought it would be interesting to try, and since it's been her way of letting loose and calming down after a stressful day, or even to calm her nerves before a pageant.
Likes: - Dancing
- Singing
- Skittles
- Horror Movies
- Shopping
Dislikes: - Late night rehearsals
- Traveling
- Plastic Surgery
- Doctors
- Rain Storms
Mother: Stacey Lisa Night , Fourty , Trust-Fund baby
Father: Unknown
Siblings: N/A
Pets: Yorkshire Terrier named Dr. Jonas.
History: Soleil Luna grew up underneath the pageant spotlight. Since the young age of six months, her mother has pushed into the limelight, forcing the young child into dance classes, music and singing lessons, as well as various dental and beauty procedures that society would usually frown upon for anyone under the age of eighteen.
As she grew, Sonny learned to enjoy the preforming and competitive life, but with each year older, her mother pushed her farther and farther: tight corsets at eight, diets at ten, and even plastic surgery at thirteen. It was because of all of these treatments that Sonny had become an anorexic, and unknown to her mother she began to use cocaine excessively.
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Roleplay Post
The fire, the screams, flashes of bright white lights. She could feel the seat beneath her shaking violently, her knuckles had become white from the pressure she'd been putting on the arms of her chair, holding on for dear life, and as she sat there she could see in the back of her mind the events that had lead up to that moment.
Three years ago she'd stood up to her mother for the first time in seventeen years. She'd approached the older woman, a large brown envelope in her hands, and a wide grin on her face. "Momma! Momma!" She'd shouted, jumping up and down in the three inch stilettos she wore. Stacy Love looked down at her daughter, one perfectly waxed eyebrow arching high into the thin hairline of bleached blond hair. "Yes, Temperance?"
It had been that day that Temperance Joy Love had been accepted into UCLA, majoring in history. At first her mother did not approve, as she knew she wouldn't, but soon was able to convince the thirty-seven year old to let her further her education, but on the condition that she wouldn't forget about her other duties in the world of pageants and modelling, to which Joy agreed.
Two years after Joy started school, she began to judge beauty contests that were held around the campus, and with the experience she'd gained she was the toughest judge to please. She was pretty much the Simon of UCLA. Sure, it was that sort of hard judging that had made her many enemies at school, but she didn't care, she was just doing her job.
April 2011 had come fast for Joy. Classes, pageants and even her mother had pushed time forward. It was during that same month that Joy had come across the trip. Reading the sheet she had taken from student services, she ran a hand down at her thigh. The deep scars, the fresh cuts, the healing wounds. Each line told a different story; the pressure her mother put on her every day, even when she was in school to be perfect, the stress caused by the anxiety caused at each competition she participated in, even the break-ups she'd encountered. It was at that moment she decided to send in an application.
Joy heard the loud splash of metal hitting ocean, she felt the water rise around her waist. Her eyes flew open and her hands went to the seat belt that kept her confined to her seat. She needed to get out. She was sinking faster and faster. Joy's heart raced, her hands working feverishly to get the seat belt off her so that she wouldn't be pulled to her death by the destroyed plane. She wasn't going to die like this; it wasn't how she had imagined it. She imagined that she die during some stupid plastic surgery procedure her mother had made her attend. It wasn't like this. It wasn't drowning.
Finally, Joy had gotten the belt undone. Her head had already been submerged in the salty waters, and she didn't know where to go. She looked around her, but she couldn't see very much. She could see shards of metal and various other things sink into the waters around her, but nothing much else. Quickly Joy looked up and saw the smallest sliver of tropical morning sun. She squinted a little, only then to realize the burning in her lungs. In a rush of panic, Joy pushed herself to swim to the surface, gasping violently when her face hit the warm air.
Once she had calmed her breathing, Joy took another look at her surroundings. In the distance she saw an island. A small glimmer of hope flickered in her deep chocolate, and a smile appeared on her pinks. Civilization.
With all the energy she could muster, Joy swam over to the island. She couldn't think of anything else at that moment, but reaching dry land so that there would be no other risk of drowning.
When she reached the island, the moment her hands met the dry sandy beaches, the young girl collapsed, falling unconscious from the exhaustion.
Three years ago she'd stood up to her mother for the first time in seventeen years. She'd approached the older woman, a large brown envelope in her hands, and a wide grin on her face. "Momma! Momma!" She'd shouted, jumping up and down in the three inch stilettos she wore. Stacy Love looked down at her daughter, one perfectly waxed eyebrow arching high into the thin hairline of bleached blond hair. "Yes, Temperance?"
It had been that day that Temperance Joy Love had been accepted into UCLA, majoring in history. At first her mother did not approve, as she knew she wouldn't, but soon was able to convince the thirty-seven year old to let her further her education, but on the condition that she wouldn't forget about her other duties in the world of pageants and modelling, to which Joy agreed.
Two years after Joy started school, she began to judge beauty contests that were held around the campus, and with the experience she'd gained she was the toughest judge to please. She was pretty much the Simon of UCLA. Sure, it was that sort of hard judging that had made her many enemies at school, but she didn't care, she was just doing her job.
April 2011 had come fast for Joy. Classes, pageants and even her mother had pushed time forward. It was during that same month that Joy had come across the trip. Reading the sheet she had taken from student services, she ran a hand down at her thigh. The deep scars, the fresh cuts, the healing wounds. Each line told a different story; the pressure her mother put on her every day, even when she was in school to be perfect, the stress caused by the anxiety caused at each competition she participated in, even the break-ups she'd encountered. It was at that moment she decided to send in an application.
Joy heard the loud splash of metal hitting ocean, she felt the water rise around her waist. Her eyes flew open and her hands went to the seat belt that kept her confined to her seat. She needed to get out. She was sinking faster and faster. Joy's heart raced, her hands working feverishly to get the seat belt off her so that she wouldn't be pulled to her death by the destroyed plane. She wasn't going to die like this; it wasn't how she had imagined it. She imagined that she die during some stupid plastic surgery procedure her mother had made her attend. It wasn't like this. It wasn't drowning.
Finally, Joy had gotten the belt undone. Her head had already been submerged in the salty waters, and she didn't know where to go. She looked around her, but she couldn't see very much. She could see shards of metal and various other things sink into the waters around her, but nothing much else. Quickly Joy looked up and saw the smallest sliver of tropical morning sun. She squinted a little, only then to realize the burning in her lungs. In a rush of panic, Joy pushed herself to swim to the surface, gasping violently when her face hit the warm air.
Once she had calmed her breathing, Joy took another look at her surroundings. In the distance she saw an island. A small glimmer of hope flickered in her deep chocolate, and a smile appeared on her pinks. Civilization.
With all the energy she could muster, Joy swam over to the island. She couldn't think of anything else at that moment, but reaching dry land so that there would be no other risk of drowning.
When she reached the island, the moment her hands met the dry sandy beaches, the young girl collapsed, falling unconscious from the exhaustion.
