densten, abigail rose

[abigail rose denston]

abigail rose denston
eighteen . freshman college/heiress . sheltered

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character name - - -

abigail rose denston .

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character nicknames - - -

abby, abs, denston .

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character age - - -

eighteen .

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character personality - - -

active, outdoorsy, friendly, kind, nice, sweetheart. naïve, flirtatious, sexy, sheltered, a wannabe cynic, fun loving, impulsive, impatient, inspiring, adventurous, curious, a quick learner, persistent, elegant, attention loving, elegant, creative, charismatic, generous, happy go lucky, dramatic, stubborn, proud, reactive, outgoing, unforgiving, accepting, sociable, insightful, spontaneous, restless.

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character history - - -

practically everyone knows abby’s life, it was splashed all over the papers when her mother, a housekeeper, married her father, a billionaire. people had always told her that her mother must either be great at sex or her father is always cheating on her but abby and her brothers know different. see the situation’s a little complicated. her father, is actually her uncle, but she calls him ‘dad’ because she doesn’t want to remember her own father. but lets start at the beginning. so abby was born on the fourteenth of november, to annalise densten and her husband preston matthews. annalise was the youngest of three children, and the only girl, so men were constantly after her for her beauty and, of course, her money. that was until one day she met preston. he was charming, he was kind, he was everything that the men who chased after her weren’t and so she instantly fell in love with him. what she didn’t know was that he was a gold hunter, looking for someone to pay roll the rest of his life. when abby was born, they grew up in a pent house in brisbane, australia, her home town. they were happy for a while although preston frequently cheated on his wife with various women.

when abby was six though, her mother found out about how he only married her for what she had and he’d been cheating on her the whole time they had been married. that was when they had a huge fight. abby had been with her nanny at the time, playing with some dolls in a park down the road, but from what she had been told, her mother got into a car, her father got in too, they had still been fighting until they ran a red light and was smashed to bits by an eighteen wheeler. that time had been confusing for abby though she couldn’t remember much of it. it was also when she and her nanny went to live with her mother’s eldest brother. thomas densten was a prominent business man but he was also a widower with four sons. there was the youngest, the twins and the eldest son and abby had only remembered them as big and scary. but soon, with the help of her nanny, isabella, she had grown to like her cousins and her uncle. they all lived in new york and it was a busy city. but what made her the happiest was when her uncle fell in love with her nanny who had then become his house keeper as well. it had seemed magical to her, like a fairy tale and it still amazed her how much they were in love with each other.

well during all this, abby developed a love of languages. as she grew older she learnt how to speak more languages. some people thought it was silly but she was naturally curious and so liked to know what people were saying. when she finished highschool, she decided to go off to college at nyu to be a linguist, which is where she is now. she has moved out of her family town house, and into her own apartment but she still sees her family regularly. although new york is a city, she has a cat named jewels, who keeps her company along with her best friend who lives with her.

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all about you - - -

ooc name: cassi.
pb being used: miranda kerr.
years of experience: lots.
membergroup: student.

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ameliah marie barton entered her apartment, tossing her gucci bag down onto the table that sat near the front door. after her hand bag came her high heels, tossed carelessly near the couch. she’d never been very good at keeping things tidy, which was probably a good thing that her friend tallulah Edwards had come to stay with her. liah paused, and shook her head. sometimes she worried about her friend. she knew what it was like when your parents didn’t give a shit what you wanted, only what they wanted and what was best for them. hell, it was almost like if you had money, you had no conscience, like you couldn’t love anyone but yourself. liah shook her head again, dismissing the thoughts and continued on into her bedroom leaving the door open. since no one had called out when she had come into the apartment, she was certain that no one was here but herself. quickly she shrugged out of the black chanel suit she had adorned herself with, she didn’t know every rich person in the world, though if it came to it, she’d probably know about seventy five percent of them. it wasn’t hard when the rich all ran in only one circle.

still, they were all the same, every last one of them. except for her, and some of the new generation that cared about more than letting mummy and daddy pay for every little thing. it made liah want to laugh every time she saw some of the daughters and sons of her father’s business associates. the way they always seemed to be gossiping about someone, how they could ostrasize someone if they weren’t wearing the right thing. seriously, the boys were just as bad as the girls. good thing she didn’t plan on getting married to any of the wimps, it wasn’t like they could keep up with her anyway. usually they thought they were all that but in the end it was just fluff. liah rolled her eyes, the only boys she’d ever been interested in were the bad boys, and not the stuffy, bought ones. liah had always loved the real thing, they were always more exciting than fakes. and that’s what liah had always looked for in life, excitement. which was mainly the reason why she only liked guys that didn’t run in her own circles. not that her father knew that of course. liah had always been careful to only ever take boys from her own circles to the parties she organized for her father.

liah pulled the hair band from her hair, letting the long tendrils waterfall around her face. it wasn’t on to invite someone different to the dinners, but she would have to. liah mussed her hair up with both hands and glared at the back wall of her room. sometimes she thought life was perfectly fine, but then something always had to go and ruin it. take that day, she’d gotten in early at work, which was surprising, she’d finished a heap of work, but then her dad just had to call her at lunch to ask her to organize a dinner party for twenty people. liah’s full lips turned down in a frown, and now she was worrying over it. it wasn’t the party that had her worried though, it was the date. she’d already tried to call up all the guys she knew, but they already had something on. which is why, after much thinking, she’d rung up gavin Harrison. yes, the gavin Harrison. of course she regretted it now, she’d only met him a couple of times through his twin nathan, but she always managed to make a fool of herself in front of him. still, she needed someone and he was all she had a such short notice. plus, he could finally put that charm to use.

liah stood in her underwear, her suit on the ground. it was almost sinful how much the thing had cost, but what could she do? being a fashion journalist meant she had to keep up with the latest fashions, and besides, hadn’t she always thought of fashion as an art? a symphony of colours, elegant lines and tempting fabric? liah bent down and reached for the suit, laying it carefully into the laundry basket in her room. much as she hated to think it, she knew that she loved her clothes. they were apart of her and how she presented herself to the world. she strode over to the large wardrobe that was slightly shadowed in the room. it had been a warm day, hell, liah had almost wanted to run out of the office and go down to the beach, but unlike most heiress’, she had a job, and one that she intended to keep. no way was she ever going to rely solely on her father, she’d much sooner kill herself. she’d learnt that depending on her father was nothing more than stupid. her father had never seen her as anything else other than a daughter he had nothing to do with but hand over to paid staff.

that was, until she turned eighteen and had started helping him throw parties and dinners for his business. suddenly, liah had been transformed from invisible to an unlisted asset. liah’s frown turned up in a cynical smile as she walked over to her wardrobe and opened the double doors. nothing had ever mattered to her father but work. work, work, work. and even though over the years she had learnt to deal with this, liah still couldn’t help but think of how her life might be if her father had loved her. she sighed. i guess we’ll never know will we? she thought to herself as she picked out a black cropped jacket, jean shorts and a v neck top. quickly she closed the doors. it was only six, maybe seven, maybe when tallulah came back they could go for some Chinese take out, that was, if gavin didn’t stay too long. liah looked towards the clock on her bed side table, she was right, it was about six thirty, not that late, but close enough to the time she’d texted to gavin. he’d be here in about twenty minutes. picking the white shirt off the bed, she pulled it over her head. next, she put on the jean shorts, buttoned them and then picked up her jacket. she’d kept on the long silver necklace she had been wearing earlier.

it was then that she heard her name called out from the living room. liah walked to her bedroom door, shrugging on her jacket as she did so. as she reached the threshold that connected the living room with her bedroom, she tried not to roll her eyes. of course it was gavin, who else would it be? but what was he wearing? if he agreed to this, liah would definitely be dragging him to the closest store to buy him a tux. no way was he going to get the chance to embarrass her. calm down, she thought to herself, you need to keep him sweet so he’ll actually agree to this. liah brought her lips up in one of her notoriously sexy smiles, it was hard not to in the presence of gavin, the guy should be locked away so the female race would be saved from dying of too much drooling. ”glad you came gavin, can i get you something, a drink maybe, before we start?”

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