Post by Celeste 'Ace' Howard on Apr 15, 2007 18:24:13 GMT -5
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Name: Celeste Aimee Cassie Howard
Nicknames: Ace; Aimee
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Clique: Creative Kids
Gender: Female
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Cassandra Ventura
Hometown/Country: Escondido, California- USA
Personality/Attitude: I'm the type of girl boys dream of, but other girls want to avoid. I'm the girl who has idea, wants to go places and won't stop till I get there. I am motivated by myself. I do not follow trends, I start them. I am that girl.
No one sculpts me but me. I'm the girl who thinks the world is a perfect picture with a messed up frame. I'm the girl that's out to change the world. You will not forget my name, or who I am.
Likes:
Shells
Boys
Colorful socks
Converse
Vans
Making a statement
Dressing to impress
i-Pod
Razr phones
California
Beaches
My sisters
Change
Music
Writing
Singing
Taking pictures
English
Spanish
My Cuban culture
Being called 'Mexican'
My heritage
Myself
Looking nice
Poetry
People who wish they could be me
Dancing
Quiet spaces
Shoes
Shopping
Pink and Brown things
Dogs
Politics
Psychiatry
Dislikes:
Kansas weather
Overly depressed people
'Trends'
Mimicry
Plastic people
People who wear too much of one color
Too much 'glitz'
People out to be rude
People who can't stand to see someone else in the spotlight
People who are too nosy
Every, and anyone who can't accept people that are different from the stereotype
Country music
Domestic violence
Money over love
People who act like the stereotypical blonde
People who dislike smiling
Scary people
Cats
Rats/Mice
People with BAD B.O. (who aren't poor nor homeless)
Failing
Rejection
Bullies/Bullying
Hate Crimes
Racial/Stereotypical/Religious Intolerance
Appearance:
I have a very 'girl-next-door' look to me. My style is jeans and tee shirts, though I know how to really dress it up when I'm needed to look nice. In a nutshell, it's easy to rock, imposible to jock. Sadly, I have has no visible scars, but seven tattoos, and a bellybutton ring
I'm a fierce 5'6, and weighs in at a stunning 113, a size I proud of. Skinny or fat, I know I'd would still be jaw dropping. Conceited? No, I'm CONVINCED. Is it my butter brown skin I inherited from my mother, (whom is a major component in my life!! ) or is it my thick, long ebony hair which I always keeps it tidy? I mean come on, my hair is never a mess, I make sure of it.
Without mentioning my style to a T, you have no idea who I really am. I'm what you call 'relaxed', dressing for comfort, no stiletto heels to school nor a razor short skirt; always comfort over style. Every now and then you'll see me in something 'Vogue', it will be rare to see me dressy without a reason.
Picture:
Height: 5'6
Weight: 113
Relatives/Family:
Mother- Ivy Kendra Howard
Age: 47
Step-Father (To Be)
Age: 49
Shamar Mitchell Burns
Oldest Sisters- (Twins) Bria Adrianna and Brielle Adrienne
Age: 18
Youngest sister- Briana Danielle
Age: 6
Younger Sister- Bianca Nichole
Age: 11
Occupation: Student
Background/History: I was born in Escondido, California, in San Diego County. This was heaven to me. I lived here, I grew here. I want to die here. From my pre-school years on, I was a California girl, beach, bikini and motorbikes. This was my life style, and I wasn't hanging for anything.
When I was four, my sister Bria taught me the way of poker and gambling, and ever since then, she called me 'Ace', cause I seemed to always get three of the four in my hand in all games. The name stuck, the addiction died. One day after school I came home to a U-Haul, with everything packed, and a sign in front of the house that said 'FOR SALE'. I was devastated, but not so much at first.
I was sure we were moving to a bigger house in the Hills, or the Valley, but getting in the Suburban, she told me we were going to Kansas. I didn't know where the fuck that even was. I remember studying the map, and locating the boring square shaped state and feeling my heart burst in my throat. We were moving to a freaking state that was shaped like a square and was next to one taht has four freaking letters. Iowa.
What the hell was there? Who lives in Kansas? I cried when I saw we were so close to Indiana, that was a state known for Corn and the Colts. CORN and the COLTS. That team sucked for four years, and pulled off a super bowl win... by the grace of God. Well if we were moving to the middle of no where, I was putting it on the map.
Kansas could be my Colts, and I'd be Manning, and pull off the win for them. I know I can't do it alone, cause there's no I in team. But there sure the hell is a me.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Eastern... I live in friggin' Indiana....
Sample RP:Karma stood on the corner of 45th and Leno, her blond and black hair blowing around in the wind as her two older brothers made a drug deal with two black boys from 30th street. She knew this game all too well, they sold to the guys, a week later they bought from them, then sold again. The drug game was all too real to her.
Closing coffee colored eyes, she zipped her bubble jacket up a little further, flipping the hood up, the Grey fur getting in her mouth. If you saw her standing on the corner in this hood, you'd think she was confused and lost. She stood tall with her slip on checkered Vans, dark blue jeans gripping to her body, yet flaring at the legs. Her shirt was hidden, but if you could see it, you'd wonder why the white girl was waiting on a bus in this neighborhood.
White girl? Yes Karma was white, and knew it. In fat as she went to Arlington High School, a school where she was the only white girl in the sophomore class, she was reminded of it too many times a day. She looked to the left, Kane shaking up with his buddy before approaching her. Kane and Kameo were both black; meaning Karma was the product of a night spent away from home. Yes they shared the same mother, but the father was different.
Karma looked at her older brothers, but said nothing as the bus pulled up.
"Karma, you gonna be coo, or you want to sit by us again?" Kameo asked, walking in front of his sister as she got on the bus. "I'm going to be okay." she said, taking a seat near the front, right behind the driver... the only place she felt safe.
