Post by Kadie Taylor on Apr 1, 2008 10:54:51 GMT -5
Camille Anette Hillstrom
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What we should call you: Tahlia
How long have you been roleplaying? About 2 years
Character:
Cannon or Original? Cannon
Name: Camille Anette Hillstrom
Age:16
Grade: Junior
Date of Birth: 16 Feb
Clique if High-School: Popular
Appearance:
Camille has inherited her parents good looks. Her face is youthful but still quite sexy. Lips are full, eyes big and brown and her ovely complection needs to make up. The girls hair is long, dark and thick and one of the features she prides herself on. The body? Well the one thing Camille hates is her height. She's tiny, standing in at just over 5 feet, she's probably the shortest girl in the Junior class. However don't let her height fool you, she's got curves in the all right palces that make sure she looks womanly rather than like a smal lchild.
Personality:
{_The Party Queen_}
It didn't take Camille long to aquire her title and she's not planning on losing it anytime soon. This girl can party like no other and is pretty proud of the fact. About a year ago Camille started to get involved heavily in the party scene around Paradise. The drinking began, the boys latched on and even the occasional party drug was thrown in here and there. Things only escalated when Camille's bestfriend Kadie left town. The party scene welcoemd her with open arms and she soon took it over. If there was a decent party to go to, Camille was there and if tehre wasn't? She'd start one or drag everyone out clubbing. Still to thsi day it consumes her life, every night something new comes up and Camille is off to experience. The girl is fun and loves to interact with people. She's the lfie of the party and is always drawing attenion. If she's not dancing on a table top, she's starting a random snowball fight ot mixing it up with DJ. One things for sure, were evere Camille is, there's sure to be fun.
{_The Sweetheart_}
Overall, Camille Hillstrom is a big softie. She's got a heart and is aware that so does everyone else. She may not come across of the most loving person to begin with but she is sweet. It just takes a while to notice. She tries not to judge, not saying she doesnt, she just tries not to. Not everyone is perfect and she knows that, tried to embrace it. She'll listen to cry and bitch, pretend to at the least and though her advice usually sucks, she'll still give it to you if you're desperate.
{_ The Bitchy Side_}
Every girl has one and Camille is not an exception. It takes alot to annoy her but if you do, she'll probably never bother with you again. You won't be invited to any parties if she had her way and you won't be associating with any of her friends. Oh yes shes's a sweetie, but she can mess with the best of the bitches so be very, very careful.
{_The Bubbly_}
Camille's bubbly personality is often mistaken for pure ditziness. Stupid, she is not though. Camille has a brain in her head she just prefers not to use it that much. Life is what you make it and she wants her lofe to be fun. Therefore, she tried her best to be upbeat and posistive. She giggles at most things, grins and flashes her pearly whites. Hyperactive is a good word to decribve her. Camille needs to be doing something as she gets bored very easily.
{_The Love Life_}
Love just seems silly to Camille. Right now she's hapyp with as much lust as she can get. The world is a large palce filled with many good looking boys and she wants to have her fun before settling down. She's never been one for romance and most romantic gestures are shrugged off by her faster than you can say eewe! Boys are fun, so it Camille, it all makes sense. She's not really a whore or anything, she just wants to have fun while she's young and beautiful.
Likes:
- Shoes
- The Party Scene
- Sex
- Old Movies
- Disney Movies
- Hairdressers
- Fashion Magazines
- Cute tops
- Taking photos
- Taking risks
- Her family
Dislikes:
- Being controlled
- Bad hair
- Lies
- The colour red
- Facial Piercings
- Math
- School
- Rejection
- Being ignored
- Her locker combination
- Plain Coffee
Secrets:
- She still misses her old friend Kadie Taylor
- Has started a relationship with her English teacher
Fears:
- Falling pregnant at a young age
- Her parents breaking up
- Spiders
Flaws:
- Camille is a serious partier and this leads her to do stupid things. She drinks, takes the occasional drug and will do anything for a good time.
- She's easily led by otehrs and aims to please people
- At times she an be selfish and will put her own needs before others. This is rare but it annoys some people when she does it.
Family:
- Celeste Hillstrom, mother, divorce attorney
- Travis Hillstrom, father, Owner of a Record Label
- Armed Hillstrom, brother, Senior student
History:
The Hillstrom family. It's best to start from the beginning.
Celeste and Travis were destined. They were Paradise's Prom King and Queen and dated all through Highschool. Both were beautiful, popualr and smart and everyone thought they would succeed. And that they did. After College, the pair were married and the perfect life was about to begin.
Following in her father's footsteps, Celeste became a succesful divorce attorney while Travis took over the music world, eventually starting his own label. With such amazing careers, their lives were going well. The came their first son. A year later, their baby girl. Camille Anette Hillstrom.
From the day she was born Camille was treated like a Pincess. Dance classes, acting lessons, pictures being taken, beauty pagents being won. She was the darling daughter. While she loved her mother, as she entered her teen years, Camille no longer wanted to be her show pony and formed a closer bond with her father. She was no doubt a daddy's girl.
Highschool was no big challege for Camille. She had her bestfriend, was popular and began hitting the party scene. Everything was perfect. As was expected. Then one day her bestfriend just left out of nowhere. To make matters worse, Camille's parents were beginning to fight and for once their perfect family wasn't so perfect. As a way to escape her troubles, Camille became very dependant on her social life. Going out for all hours, drinking, dancing, it's pretty much her life now.
RP Sample:
"Tay.Tay. Taylor! TAYLOR VANLEER" a persistant voice errupted and woke up the the girl. Yes, Taylor Vanleer.
"Ouch! What the fuck?" she questioned the male who'd so rudely woken her up as she rubbed her large blue eyes. As eyes widened to let in the light of the early morning Tay took in her suuroundings. Grass, swings and about 15 other teens. The park, again.
No, she hadn't slept in a park. Why would she when she had a huge house to sleep in? This was simply the ending to another one of her wild nights. A group of her friends, well party friends, had shown up at her house and escorted her to a localy "get-together" near The Hills. Not an area you'd expect Miss Vanleer to be hanging around right? Well, this was Taylor and Taylor was up for anything if it meant fun.
So, they'd gone to the guys house and had themselves a good night. Alcohol, cigarettes, weed and cocaine. All brought, all shared around and all pretty mind altering.
If Tay's dad found out she was even hanging around these people she'd be dead. You see, Taylors dad had a little business on the side. Most drugs in Salesian Falls went through him or his business partners, and that's what kept the family living extremely well. But if one of those hooligans that he sold to was hanging around his baby girl, well that'd be the end of the world. So anything Taylor got up to was a secret and nobody told her father because that meant no more Taylor to hang around. And noone was willing to give up her.
"What'd we do last night?" Tay asked the boy who'd woken her up, Scott, that was his name. Atleast she was sure it was.
"You? You weren't up for much last night babes. Drinks n that's it. Didn't even take a line with me" Scott replied, souding pretty dissapointed.
Thankgod, was the first thought to pass throught Taylor's mind. Taking a line with that guy could lead to alot more and it seemed drinking had messed her up last night enough. How the hell did they end up in a park anyway?
Probably on their way home and Tay ha just dozed off on someones shoudler.
Patting down the pockets of her denim short shorts, she made sure her phone and money was still in her pocket. You could never be too sure. Next came out the compact mirror. A slick of baby pink lips gloss, a tiny bit of mascara to bring out the brightness in those fabulous blue eyes and thankgod her tanned complection was still perfect. Hands ran through her long curls. A quick smack of her lips to the mirror and she was ready to go. Where? She didn't know yet, but she needed to get away from these people for a bit.
She pulled on the ribbons of her shoes, making sure they wrapped up most of her long legs and mad esure her mint green polo was still showing off a large proportion of her toned stomach. And who said you couldn't make a boring polo look hot? Not Taylor Vanleer, that's for sure.
"I'll see you guys whenever I see you next" she blew the group a kiss, half of which weren't even paying attenion. And with that she began walking through the damp grass, finally sitting herself down on a swing in an attempt to gather herself before she went home.
"Ouch! What the fuck?" she questioned the male who'd so rudely woken her up as she rubbed her large blue eyes. As eyes widened to let in the light of the early morning Tay took in her suuroundings. Grass, swings and about 15 other teens. The park, again.
No, she hadn't slept in a park. Why would she when she had a huge house to sleep in? This was simply the ending to another one of her wild nights. A group of her friends, well party friends, had shown up at her house and escorted her to a localy "get-together" near The Hills. Not an area you'd expect Miss Vanleer to be hanging around right? Well, this was Taylor and Taylor was up for anything if it meant fun.
So, they'd gone to the guys house and had themselves a good night. Alcohol, cigarettes, weed and cocaine. All brought, all shared around and all pretty mind altering.
If Tay's dad found out she was even hanging around these people she'd be dead. You see, Taylors dad had a little business on the side. Most drugs in Salesian Falls went through him or his business partners, and that's what kept the family living extremely well. But if one of those hooligans that he sold to was hanging around his baby girl, well that'd be the end of the world. So anything Taylor got up to was a secret and nobody told her father because that meant no more Taylor to hang around. And noone was willing to give up her.
"What'd we do last night?" Tay asked the boy who'd woken her up, Scott, that was his name. Atleast she was sure it was.
"You? You weren't up for much last night babes. Drinks n that's it. Didn't even take a line with me" Scott replied, souding pretty dissapointed.
Thankgod, was the first thought to pass throught Taylor's mind. Taking a line with that guy could lead to alot more and it seemed drinking had messed her up last night enough. How the hell did they end up in a park anyway?
Probably on their way home and Tay ha just dozed off on someones shoudler.
Patting down the pockets of her denim short shorts, she made sure her phone and money was still in her pocket. You could never be too sure. Next came out the compact mirror. A slick of baby pink lips gloss, a tiny bit of mascara to bring out the brightness in those fabulous blue eyes and thankgod her tanned complection was still perfect. Hands ran through her long curls. A quick smack of her lips to the mirror and she was ready to go. Where? She didn't know yet, but she needed to get away from these people for a bit.
She pulled on the ribbons of her shoes, making sure they wrapped up most of her long legs and mad esure her mint green polo was still showing off a large proportion of her toned stomach. And who said you couldn't make a boring polo look hot? Not Taylor Vanleer, that's for sure.
"I'll see you guys whenever I see you next" she blew the group a kiss, half of which weren't even paying attenion. And with that she began walking through the damp grass, finally sitting herself down on a swing in an attempt to gather herself before she went home.
Rules phrase: You're Da' Bomb!
