Post by GRETCHEN ASTOR ! on Feb 14, 2010 23:55:54 GMT -4
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YOU'RE A HOT MESS!?
[/font][/blockquote]YOU (GRETCHEN GENOVEVA ASTOR) WERE A PROBLEM CHILD! BEEN GROUNDED YOUR WHOLE LIFE (EIGHTEEN). SO NOW YOU'RE RUNNING WILD, PLAYING WITH THEM GOOD GIRLS (STRAIGHT--CURIOUS). NO, THAT AIN'T YOUR STYLE.
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YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT STUFF[/b][/size]
OH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT
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the basics[/center][/font][/blockquote]
[/b] Gretchen Genoveva Astor
FULL NAME
NICKNAMES[/b] Gretch, Gretchen
AGE[/b] Eighteen
BIRTHDAY[/b] May.16.1992
GROUP[/b] German Exchange
OCCUPATION[/b] A call to mommy is where her cash comes from
GRADE[/b] University Freshie
SEXUALITY[/b] Been straight her whole life; doesn't hate the idea of bisexuality
MARITAL STATUS[/b] Bahah.[/size][/font][/blockquote]
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[/font]OH, YEA, YOU'RE STUMBLING[/b][/size]
BUT YOU'RE STILL LOOKING HELLA FINE
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the appearance[/center][/font]
[/b] Gretch haughtily peers through big, round baby blues, those that glimmer with condescending amusement which lay deeply set into dark clouds of 'liner and shadow. Her makeup-caked gem-like eyes do tend to hide any expression but the smug ones which she most often flaunts, but it also hides her charming natural beauty. It's just a hideaway to her, but when she wipes all that off, her face does tend to appear far more beautiful; Gretchen cleans up well when she strays from her little rebel facade.
EYE DETAILS
HAIR DETAILS[/b] Oh goodness gracious, it's only her favorite feature ever. Gretchen's hair is long, so long. Cascading locks gently toss about, reaching down to touch her heavily protruding hipbones occasionally, although usually her hair is tightly waved enough to hang just to the girl's slender waist when directly down her sides. However, her beautifully bleached locks are often tossed just right over her bosom, which of course tends to make her hair seem shorter. It seems though, to most that her hair's length is ever-varying since she occasionally straightens or actually curls it. A part down the center of her scalp reveals a more natural shade of hair, sandy and muddy which choppily gradients into a clean white-blond.
BODY TYPE[/b] Skinny? Quite. Gretchen doesn't starve herself, she's too much of a pig for that kind of thing but she certainly doesn't have any weight to spare. Her body is sharp and angled from her bones that jut from her hips to her slender, round shoulders. Her stomach is toned and fit, though, no ribs poking out here. She's not tall nor short, but rather average at a height somewhere around 5'6 and surprisingly graceful for her gawky appearance.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES[/b] Her skin, her hair. Gretchen is a german pearl. She's pale, pure-looking. Although she tends to smear these away with dark makeup and attention-grabbing clothes, this shines through no matter. On the other hand, Gretchen's bitch-I-own-you attitude may as well be the most obvious trait of hers and it shows in her appearance too.
STYLE[/b] Can someone say rebel? Gretchen just doesn't grow out of the sloppy, dark look but she wears it well. With confidence shooting through the roof, a girl can pull off any look. She wears loose clothing and patterned tights; studded jackets and knitted sweaters with wooden buttons. Dresses and ankle boots are one with the girl, and because of these oddly distinguishing clothing choices, Gretch somehow ends up looking quite fabulous.
PLAY-BY[/b] Taylor Momsen [om nom nom <3] [/size][/font][/blockquote]
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[/font]BABY, YOU'RE A HOT MESS[/b][/size]
AND I'M FALLING FOR YOU
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the personality[/center][/font]
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FEAR
• other kids' parents
• loneliness
• her reputation
• dying old
• growing up
DESIRE[/b]
• living fast and free
WORST MEMORY[/b]
Once upon a time in a preppy middle school, the seventh grade for Gretchen, there was a young lass by the name of Rosa. She was gorgeous, even in her young age, and she was a bitch. Not a bitch like Gretch, though, she strived on draining the confidence of others, like some kind of sick fuel for herself. Ironically, it was Gretchen's birthday. One word too many from pretty little Rosa, and it was suddenly a catfight. Expelled, fined, humiliated, Gretchen finally found a nicer school to attend. Not actually a better school, but nicer to the outcast-rich kid. She fell into the wrong cliques and began drugs, parties, and smoking through highschool. The dy of the fight was the worst, not only because of that memory, but every instance of that day was horribly wrong for the girl's birthday. Icing on the cake? Her first boyfriend had left her after the fight (which she somehow lost, even being more angry than her opponent) and soon began to date Rosa instead.
SECRETS[/b]
• almost a child prodigy
• parties to die -- not suicide, but doesn't want to live to old age
LIKES[/b]
• sex appeal
• cigarettes
• parties
• independant fashion
• running
• ocean breathes salty - modest mouse
• high marks (didn't see that one coming did you?)
• the color red
• dancing
• sweet superiority
• her sister
• shy boys
• sexy girls
• eyeliner
DISLIKES[/b]
• you
• thunder
• those preppy kids
• studying
• test day
• punks
• ice/snow
• religion
STRENGTHS[/b]
• independance
• confidence
• intelligence (in a trivia way -- her common sense? never)
• guitar-playing
WEAKNESSES[/b]
• everything sinful
• parties
• self-esteem (in some twisted way, why else would she act the way she does?)
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b] [/blockquote]
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Running wild first in the streets of Berlin and now dead-set on owning the bright lights of Tokyo, Gretchen is a problem child.
Confinement, rules, control ignite the ever-present rebellious spark which warms up her stony-cold heart with some superiority complex. Reaching out from the cookie-cutter prep academy's molds set for the students, Gretchen leaped quickly from milk-n-cookies to scotch-n-cigarettes as soon as she was expelled from the prep academy and along with this came parties replacing coursework and dark makeup shading her naturally pretty face. However, this rebellion doesn't only come from what 'went down' so many years ago, but also her family life and the expectations set up for her from her trivial-smarts. With a mother constantly away or busy with business and her father constantly picking up the slack for everything Aliona doesn't have time for, home life was, needless to say, chaotic and ridiculously annoying for Gretchen. It wasn't like anyone would bother to find the things hidden in her drawers, or notice when she slipped out the front door and into a rusty car which quickly roared away. So obviously no one cared what she got into, right? At least, that's how she tended to interpret these things, as selfish as that will be.
Relations with others come easily, like ink from a quill or rain from a heavy cloud. Though her general attitude is stereotypically snide and unfriendly, most are surprised to find Gretchen striking up random conversation with them seemignly out of the blue and this is actually no guise of popularity or superiority, yet when she feels well with herself, Gretch is naturally social. This is poison to some, easily influenced by her suddenly easygoing (albeit condescending) and suddenly they, too, are wrapped up in her unhealthy world. Oddly enough, she doesn't actually make friends all so simply, as Gretch finds herself becoming bored with individuals awfully soon or, having no intention of befriending them in the first place, will find them too clingy to her. The skinny German kid isn't much of a put-upper either, in all honesty. And yes, honesty it is. She'll say what she sees and she'll say what she thinks and even though lying isn't much of a moral issue for her (hah, moral issues at this point?) why even bother with it? And yes, this makes her a bitch. Her icy words are often hurtful but it's not rare to recieve a compliment from the girl. She's not afraid of social interaction whatsoever, in summary.
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[/font]YOU'VE GOT ME HYPNOTIZED[/b][/size]
THIS CITY'S YOUR PLAY GROUND
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the history[/center][/font]
[/b] Gregor & Aliona Astor
PARENTS
SIBLINGS[/b] Adelaide Astor [Adopted]
OTHER FAMILY[/b] Plenty of uncles, a few aunts; cousins. All that. Only one set of grandparents; those on Gregor's side.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER[/b] She jumps around, and hasn't had a date in a while, but boy are those asian guys cute.
WEALTH STATUS[/b] Quite. Her mother owns a major textile franchise in Germany which lends Gretch the title of 'filthy rich'.
HOMETOWN[/b] Berlin
OVERALL HISTORY[/b] [/blockquote]
Prodigious as a child, with big blue eyes and curly blond hair, chubby cheeks and plaid jumpers, Gretchen was undoubtedly an adorable little one. Spoiled to no end by mother, father, and any uncle or aunt willing to pitch in some extra loving, she was also tremendously bratty, a know-it-all by standard terms, and a leader of other kids her age. The bossy one, the one other parents didn't like much. Despite this, she grew up somewhat popular and very pampered; things were looking well for her. School-life continued for her, attemding preparation academies for her entire life, until of course, the day of expulsion. Still, no one would have guessed she would turn out as she is now.[/size][/font]
There was even a boyfriend involved in this dream-like state of life for the young girl. Age twelve with friends and smarts and looks, school was such a breeze for Gretchen. Except seventh grade was that which Rosa Hutter moved to the school. She quickly snatched all the prettiest girls from each clique, forming the ultimate circle of friends. Nerdy girls and conceited girls alike became little pre-pubescent clones. But this didn't concern Gretchen, who was in her own little world with her first 'love', Frederik Vanhusen. So neither knew of love or even really acknowledged physical attraction, and so it was plenty awkward. But it worked, and it was cute. Until of course, the previously mentioned fist-fight with Rosa. Everything crashed down around Gretch at this suddenly tragic era.
Rebellion came easy and quick and passionate. Like her very own epiphany of her life, an early-life-crisis. Everything that was so screwed with her short, sweet life was suddenly crashing down upon Gretch. Expelled for the ever sinful crime of fighting at the academy, Gretchen found herself in the so unappealing public middle school of south Berlin. It was not all so slummy, but she was drawn not to the same old beautiful, graceful people she had known all her life, but for a change. Gretchen attached herself to the 'lesser' kids like a magnet. They introduced cigarettes and poetry and tights and hair dye. Before fourteen, Gretchen's hair had likely taken on a half-a-dozen colors and her lungs were blacker than night. Who cares? Certainly not she. Her father noticed the change right away; Aliona assured him it was only a change, and the smokey odor she carried? Just the smell of that horrible school wearing off on her.
Highschool drew her even further south in the social scale, but, being oddly attractive Gretchen was able to freely skip from boy to boy, a kiss here and a kiss there. It wasn't uncommon for her to be called a stoner and a skank, although these were surprisingly untrue. In fact, highschool skankosaurus rex and renowned 'druggie' was pretty hot grade-wise too. Thought her reputation was that of a fool, in reality she dressed the part, talked the part, and only played the game. Finally, her grades granted her a scholarship to the Hoshi University which, with the help of her sister Addie (adopted when Gretch was four, too young to remember it) they were able to convince their parents to allow them to go.
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[/font]YOU CAN SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT[/b][/size]
YEA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
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the out of character[/center][/font]
[/b] Carry/Spodz
NAME / ALIAS
GENDER[/b] I'mma girl yo.
CONTACT INFO[/b] hi (:
HOW'D YOU FIND US?[/b] Courtney
OTHER CHARACTERS[/b] None, brah.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE[/b] [/blockquote]
A soft grunt appeared from no where, as wonderous cerulean eyes shown from beneath suddenly opened smokey black eyelids, a look of irritation glittering within them. A faint buzzing made her shudder, like fingernails across a chalkboard. Fully conscious now, and blinking away the sunlight that slashed through filmy curtains, the girl sat up on her luxurious bed and unruffled the skirt that had ridden high over her thighs. Carefully 'fluffing' shining blond hair as she moved, she lurched over to the tall windows punctuating her beautiful room and jerked down the heavy shades, pouting slightly with a burgundy smear of gloss marking her chin rather oddly, although it did match the color staining her plump lips. Finally the blond wrestled a phone out of a pocket protruding from her jacket and flipped it open. Her eyes widened invoulentarily at the name interupting the soft blue glow of the screen.[/font][/size]
2 new messages from: Frederik
A scowl that hardly ruined her feminine features moved along her visage as she threw the phone on her bed moodily. "Stupid sau." she hissed under her breath, eyes flicking over to the door, where she heard a sound in the hallway, then back to the phone with an expression as though she were staring at an axe murderer. Yet, curiosity finally knawed through her pride and she picked it up. Read? Yes. Click click.
saw u lookin sexy yestrday @ the fence gretchen my sweetlips
hookup later? thinkin about u gretch (;
Utterly appalled, Gretchen stared at the screen, wide-eyed, until her irises began to burn from the light. "Freakin' keck!" The young woman snarled, plopping down onto the windowsill, her neatly plucked brows were furrowed with touches of fury. She hadn't realized that a steady stream of obscenities had been pouring from her lips until she jumped up, entirely startled, at the sudden opening of her door. It was only the cat, but she had closed her mouth by then. Gaze narrowed, Gretchen snapped out the keyboard and typed quickly.
was auch immer. where's your little schieber rosa? I hear you two are tight still? cute fred, go hookup with her sweetlips, dumbass. Send.
A calming breath with closed eyes brought her down a level. She could have made that so much worse, that little- "Gretchen?"
"Yeah Aliona?" She'd never reallyed called her mother anything else.
The other woman sighed and opened the door further. "Come to the kitchen, we need to talk about the classes you're taking at Hoshi."
Open-mouthed, Gretchen jumped up. I'm going! Suck /that/ Frederik. Wordlessly, she pushed past her mother and leapt down the hall rather joyously, sliding down the stariway on her butt with practised expertise. Addie was already there, and Dad. The stereotypical-Gretchen scowl reappeared as soon as she saw them there ad she pulled up a chair haughtily. But her act fooled no one, Gregor patted her soundly on the back and exited the room. "Handle this, Ali." He told his wife softly, and left. Gretchen grinned darkly. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
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[/font]YEA, YOU'RE A HOT MESS[/b][/size]
I'M LOVING IT, HELL YES
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the credits[/center][/font]
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this template was made by KEAAA at CAUTION 2.0. the lyrics belong to the amazing COBRA STARSHIP and the template was made and based around their song HOT MESS.
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