Post by LOUISA JUNE PORTER on Jul 4, 2010 23:50:35 GMT -5
UNDER THE TUSCAN SUN
I'M GONNA SOAK UP THE SUN
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[/color] Louisa Jane Porter
FULL NAME ,
NICKNAMES ,[/color] Lou, Luce, Porter...not much to work with.
AGE ,[/color] 20
GRADE ,[/color] School is for squares.
OCCUPATION ,[/color] Whatever pays for lunch.
SEXUALITY ,[/color] Full of it.
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] Tourist
PLAY-BY ,[/color] Zooey Deschanel
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I'M GONNA TELL EVERYONE TO LIGHTEN UP
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[/color] She's never stayed in one place for too long. The longest she's ever stayed anywhere was four weeks in Paris. Her parents believe her to be in university...but she isn't.
SECRETS ,
FEARS ,[/color] Louisa is terribly afraid of her parents being disappointed in her. She's afraid of dying without seeing the world. The thing she's most afraid of is falling in love.
DREAMS ,[/color] Louisa dreams of living in a sweet apartment somewhere in Europe with a little black cat, playing her music all day without a care in the world.
LIKES ,[/color] Traveling, Architecture, Museums, Operas, Roses, Dresses, Pastel Colors, Birds, Photography, Ballet, Sky Diving, Coffeeshops, Antiquing, Thrift Stores, Sewing, Art Galleries, Music
DISLIKES ,[/color] Being told what to do, Being attached to anything, Losing things, Wasting time, Boring conversation, Missing trains, Death
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AND I'VE GOT NO ONE TO BLAME
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[/color] Janet Snyder, 52, Archaeologist
MOTHER ,
FATHER ,[/color] Phillip Porter, 56, Museum Curator
SIBLINGS ,[/color] Bella Jane Porter, 6
PETS ,[/color] None
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color] None
WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] Upper Middle Class
HOMETOWN ,[/color] Washington, D.C.
OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color]
• Born on August 8th, 1990 to engaged couple Phillip Porter & Jane Snyder. They married the following year.
• Left to basically raise herself due to her parents' demanding jobs.
• Spent much of her time entertaining herself at the Smithsonian with her father while her mother traveled to excavation sites all over the world.
• Was inspired by the exhibits and the pictures her mother took of on her excursions.
• Started working and saving her money as soon as possible.
• Graduated high school valedictorian of her private school.
• Applied to Brown University and was accepted, but she declined immediately, unbeknownst to her parents.
• Her parents dropped her off in Rhode Island and a day later, Louisa was boarding a plane headed straight to Paris.
• Hasn't gone home in three years. Tells her parents that she's taking internships or in college. She isn't.
• Refuses to return home until she's seen the world. Louisa believes the world can teach her more than any book or lecturing professor.
• Sends her sister trinkets from her travels. Claims they're from an antique store in Rhode Island.
• Has had multiple love interests but never a boyfriend. She doesn't believe in love.
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EVERY TIME I FEEL LAME, I'M LOOKING UP
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[/color] Heather
NAME/ALIAS ,
EXPERIENCE ,[/color] Six Years
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/color]
Zooey's chest was tight as she heaved up the stairs to the Seventh Floor. Her winter boots clunked as she refused to pick up her feet, shuffling slowly until she came to the entrance of the R.O.R. Normally she wouldn't make the trip upstairs since it took so much effort, but today was different. Zooey would normally curl up in front of the Gryffindor Common Room fire and watch the embers glow as the flames danced upon the disintegrating logs. However, today was the day that little baby lion cubs (the First Years) decided to have a study session in the Den, making it impossible for Zooey to concentrate on her whirring mind. Lately she had been making herself take the back seat what with planning for the upcoming season and doing homework. She realized that she had to go somewhere and think her life through just for a bit.
She passed a seemingly plain panel on the wall three times, concentrating deeply on a soft cushion and a maybe a piano. She looked up at the wall and there was suddenly a door. Her mouth curved into a small smile as she turned the doorknob and entered a small room. The room was well-lit by three large windows, all bringing in their fair amounts of sunshine. Zooey looked out the windows to see a blooming garden, which was near impossible since Hogwarts was buried in feet of snow. However, the Room of Requirement was a mysterious place. She turned to look at the rest of the room, painted in a cheery light yellow. There was an abstract painting encompassed in an intricate golden antiqued frame on the wall. Lines of reds and oranges and yellows all mingled and twisted, creating a lovely, warm picture. Below the painting was a baby grand piano, shiny and black. Across from the piano was a cream colored couch with a dark wooden trim, perhaps for an audience.
Zooey let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her and sat down at the piano. Her fingers rested on the ivory keys and began to play a little tune that she had picked up from her lessons as a child. Of course Oscar and Victorianna knew their daughter would be a Quidditch player, but that was no excuse to not be well-rounded. Playing the piano was soothing for Zooey. Music always calmed her down, even if it was a few well-played chords. She began to play Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy involuntarily. It was just fitting. Her fingers fell into place as Zooey closed her eyes, letting the dulcet melody take her to a peaceful place.
Zooey didn't notice as her blonde hair began to fall into her face as she bowed her head, focusing on her piece. She was no virtuoso and there were a few wrong notes here and there, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The tune played as Zooey let her mind wander.
Today was her mother's birthday. Not Victorianna Halifax, her adored, darling mother of eight years. No. It was Betsy Adams, the woman who had the audacity to birth her and abandon her. The woman who had once adored her as a baby and as a toddler, the one who had taught her to walk, to talk, to laugh. The woman whom she had loved so much just up and abandoned her, calling her a freak and a child of the devil. Her father had been the one to spur her on in his stereotypical Christian pastor fashion. He refused to call his once pride and joy his own. He refused to look at her or hold her or talk to her. Betsy had tried to disguise her hatred, but it was futile. By the time she was seven, Zooey had been left at an orphanage, left to fend for herself.
She didn't realize that by this time she was pounding the keys, playing the song for the fourth time through. She didn't realize that tears were spilling from the corners of her bright green eyes. She played through the pain, something she had been doing all her life.
She passed a seemingly plain panel on the wall three times, concentrating deeply on a soft cushion and a maybe a piano. She looked up at the wall and there was suddenly a door. Her mouth curved into a small smile as she turned the doorknob and entered a small room. The room was well-lit by three large windows, all bringing in their fair amounts of sunshine. Zooey looked out the windows to see a blooming garden, which was near impossible since Hogwarts was buried in feet of snow. However, the Room of Requirement was a mysterious place. She turned to look at the rest of the room, painted in a cheery light yellow. There was an abstract painting encompassed in an intricate golden antiqued frame on the wall. Lines of reds and oranges and yellows all mingled and twisted, creating a lovely, warm picture. Below the painting was a baby grand piano, shiny and black. Across from the piano was a cream colored couch with a dark wooden trim, perhaps for an audience.
Zooey let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her and sat down at the piano. Her fingers rested on the ivory keys and began to play a little tune that she had picked up from her lessons as a child. Of course Oscar and Victorianna knew their daughter would be a Quidditch player, but that was no excuse to not be well-rounded. Playing the piano was soothing for Zooey. Music always calmed her down, even if it was a few well-played chords. She began to play Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy involuntarily. It was just fitting. Her fingers fell into place as Zooey closed her eyes, letting the dulcet melody take her to a peaceful place.
Zooey didn't notice as her blonde hair began to fall into her face as she bowed her head, focusing on her piece. She was no virtuoso and there were a few wrong notes here and there, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The tune played as Zooey let her mind wander.
Today was her mother's birthday. Not Victorianna Halifax, her adored, darling mother of eight years. No. It was Betsy Adams, the woman who had the audacity to birth her and abandon her. The woman who had once adored her as a baby and as a toddler, the one who had taught her to walk, to talk, to laugh. The woman whom she had loved so much just up and abandoned her, calling her a freak and a child of the devil. Her father had been the one to spur her on in his stereotypical Christian pastor fashion. He refused to call his once pride and joy his own. He refused to look at her or hold her or talk to her. Betsy had tried to disguise her hatred, but it was futile. By the time she was seven, Zooey had been left at an orphanage, left to fend for herself.
She didn't realize that by this time she was pounding the keys, playing the song for the fourth time through. She didn't realize that tears were spilling from the corners of her bright green eyes. She played through the pain, something she had been doing all her life.
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