Post by kyden jane mason on Oct 23, 2009 21:06:21 GMT -5
kyden jane mason
twenty . waitress/vet student . different
twenty . waitress/vet student . different
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]kyden jane mason.
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ky, kaia, mason.
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty.
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]friendly, random, loyal, witty, sarcastic, fun loving, challenging, loud, outrageous, impulsive, impatient, positive, vivascious, flirtatious, affectionate, romantic, dreamer, talented, unselfish, dramatic, teasing, adventurous, generous, sensitive, motherly, lively, intrusive, over bearing, protective, easily flattered, clumsy, disorganized, unpredictable, helpful, animal lover.
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]born on the fourteenth of november, kyden jane mason was born the third child to lorraine and lucas mason. ky always knew that she hadn't been planned, though really, when did anything good happen that was planned? so anyway, the shocking fact was, that lorraine was fourty by the time she had ky, and ky's two older sisters were in their early twenties. this was a large age difference between everyone and because of this, ky grew up very differently to her sisters. from an early age it was apparent to everyone that lorraine, although she loved ky to bits, was scared that she would dream her life away. her sisters, jealous of her freedom to do what she wanted, disliked her too, always commenting on the fact that she was 'easy' and what not. for those of you who don't speak ye old english, easy means slut. her father however, was the one thing that kept her going insane. it was obvious to everyone that ky had her father wrapped around her little finger from an early age. she loves her dad, and is thankful for him keeping a steady presence throughout her life to keep her from killing her sisters. this went on over the years until ky was sixteen.
at this time, she met a boy with whom she fell deeply in love with. of course he wasn't the sort of boy her mother wanted for her and so ensued a million heated agreements about ky's involvement with the guy. she always knew that they wanted her to get with her best friend, the boy next door who seemed to be perfect. sure he was her best friend, but really, ky wasn't interested in him. that was, until one day ky walked into school to find the guy kissing some chick on the cheek. impulsive as she is carefree, ky immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was cheating on her with some other girl and let herself be forced into a relationship with her best friend. the way he looked after her and kept the guy away, ky eventually made herself think that she was in love with him. now, because he's safe and familiar, she stays with him, which is why she's now engaged to him. since graduating from high school, ky has gone on to head for a vetinary course which is hard work but combines her love of animals and her love of helping people. really, she can't wait to start as a vet, to marry the guy who makes her feel safe, and maybe even have a family. ahh, isn't life cute when it seems perfect?
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all about you - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
ooc name: cassi.
pb being used: blake lively.
years of experience: lots.
membergroup: student.
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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