Post by Emily Lionel on Jun 25, 2006 11:52:58 GMT -5
Name/Nicknames: Emily Daniela Lionel, affectionately known as Em or Emmy
Age/Birthdate: 14//April 19th
Occupation/Education: About to begin high school as a Freshman-no job lined up just yet, but certainly interested in taking one.
Nationality/Religion: German, Norwegian, Swedish, and a relative from Holland. Her family is Christian, but never enforced any religious beliefs. Not even on Easter, or Christmas, or anything. Emily couldn't even tell you her denomination if she tried, but she doesn't really miss the absence of religion in her life, seeing as she's never really grown up with it.
Hobbies/Talents: Skateboarding, Gymnastics//Cheerleading, Dancing
Height/Weight: five feet, two inches, ninety-nine pounds
General Appearance:
Smoke/Drink: She does both in very light moderation-she isn't entirely sure of herself, and also not entirely self-confident (not to mention, little to no guidance from family members) so she dabbles a tad in each, maybe at a party, maybe to impress others. But she's still technically rather young, and too afraid to try it by herself. Plus, that's dumb, and she knows it.
Family/Friends: Clifford and Susannah Lionel (Parents), Melissa (known as "Lissie") Lionel (Older Sister), Scott Lionel (Older Brother) and Liam Lionel (Twin Brother)
Personality/History:
Location: Splits time between Manhattan [Upper East Side] and Beverly Hills (divorced parents)
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample: --from another site
Not used to being the semi-center of attention, Emily Daniela Lionel had grown extremely nervous. She'd known that her family was rich, and owned an awesome school, and that the Lionels were pretty well-known, but it hadn't really hit her until she'd walked through the crystal-clear double doors and stepped foot in the immaculate lobby. Lissie, her obnoxious sister, had shrieked "EMMY!" and run over to give her a hug. Emily had merely raised an eyebrow and let Lissie almost suffocate her, curious as to the cause of the friendliness. Her sister's idea of bonding was throwing overstuffed pillows at her and pointing perfectly manicured fingers in the door's direction, all while screaming "GET OUT!" and threatening her.
Either way, in a matter of seconds, Lissie's bizarre posse that somehow managed to be everywhere she was, instantly, had swarmed around her. Asking questions, chattering, smiling, even poking-it was all just too much for her. Emily had been carrying a small bag, in addition to her skateboard (she was wearing her helmet) but she just dropped it and fled the scene entirely. People were calling after her, but she was freaking out. In fact, she had attempted to skate over freshly cut lawns several times before she'd realized her wheels kept getting stuck in ruts. She tied her long, sleek blonde hair back, picked up the board, and ran until her legs gave out.
So, somehow, she'd ended up here. On a bench in the "Recreational Fields" (at least, that's what the sign said), exhausted, and kinda sweaty. In fact, she didn't even mind too much that she was alone. Taking her hair out of her ponytail, she subconciously began to braid it, and thought wistfully about how her favourite hat had been brutally dropped on the floor at Lionel. She shuddered a bit. It was so weird, going to a school called her last name...something she couldn't quite adjust to.
Emily pulled her knees up near her, brushing some dirt absentmindedly off her knee. She was in her favorite jeans, ones with slight rips around the knee, due to her wearing them consistently. Her mother would have had a heart attack and died to see her enter school dressed in such a fashion, but, thankfully, she wasn't there right at that moment. She sighed, leaned back, and blew some slight bangs off of her face. Sometimes life could just be so strange!
Code: Germany
[/color][/size]Age/Birthdate: 14//April 19th
Occupation/Education: About to begin high school as a Freshman-no job lined up just yet, but certainly interested in taking one.
Nationality/Religion: German, Norwegian, Swedish, and a relative from Holland. Her family is Christian, but never enforced any religious beliefs. Not even on Easter, or Christmas, or anything. Emily couldn't even tell you her denomination if she tried, but she doesn't really miss the absence of religion in her life, seeing as she's never really grown up with it.
Hobbies/Talents: Skateboarding, Gymnastics//Cheerleading, Dancing
Height/Weight: five feet, two inches, ninety-nine pounds
General Appearance:
Smoke/Drink: She does both in very light moderation-she isn't entirely sure of herself, and also not entirely self-confident (not to mention, little to no guidance from family members) so she dabbles a tad in each, maybe at a party, maybe to impress others. But she's still technically rather young, and too afraid to try it by herself. Plus, that's dumb, and she knows it.
Family/Friends: Clifford and Susannah Lionel (Parents), Melissa (known as "Lissie") Lionel (Older Sister), Scott Lionel (Older Brother) and Liam Lionel (Twin Brother)
Personality/History:
Location: Splits time between Manhattan [Upper East Side] and Beverly Hills (divorced parents)
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample: --from another site
Not used to being the semi-center of attention, Emily Daniela Lionel had grown extremely nervous. She'd known that her family was rich, and owned an awesome school, and that the Lionels were pretty well-known, but it hadn't really hit her until she'd walked through the crystal-clear double doors and stepped foot in the immaculate lobby. Lissie, her obnoxious sister, had shrieked "EMMY!" and run over to give her a hug. Emily had merely raised an eyebrow and let Lissie almost suffocate her, curious as to the cause of the friendliness. Her sister's idea of bonding was throwing overstuffed pillows at her and pointing perfectly manicured fingers in the door's direction, all while screaming "GET OUT!" and threatening her.
Either way, in a matter of seconds, Lissie's bizarre posse that somehow managed to be everywhere she was, instantly, had swarmed around her. Asking questions, chattering, smiling, even poking-it was all just too much for her. Emily had been carrying a small bag, in addition to her skateboard (she was wearing her helmet) but she just dropped it and fled the scene entirely. People were calling after her, but she was freaking out. In fact, she had attempted to skate over freshly cut lawns several times before she'd realized her wheels kept getting stuck in ruts. She tied her long, sleek blonde hair back, picked up the board, and ran until her legs gave out.
So, somehow, she'd ended up here. On a bench in the "Recreational Fields" (at least, that's what the sign said), exhausted, and kinda sweaty. In fact, she didn't even mind too much that she was alone. Taking her hair out of her ponytail, she subconciously began to braid it, and thought wistfully about how her favourite hat had been brutally dropped on the floor at Lionel. She shuddered a bit. It was so weird, going to a school called her last name...something she couldn't quite adjust to.
Emily pulled her knees up near her, brushing some dirt absentmindedly off her knee. She was in her favorite jeans, ones with slight rips around the knee, due to her wearing them consistently. Her mother would have had a heart attack and died to see her enter school dressed in such a fashion, but, thankfully, she wasn't there right at that moment. She sighed, leaned back, and blew some slight bangs off of her face. Sometimes life could just be so strange!
Code: Germany