Post by ash on Jul 21, 2006 20:15:41 GMT -5
Name/Nicknames: Clémence Charlay / Clem.
Age/Birthdate: 17 / May 9th
Occupation/Education: High School Student
Nationality/Religion: French / Catholic
Hobbies/Talents: Acting
Height/Weight: 5'7 / 120
General Appearance: img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/AvrilLavgine/6.jpg
Smoke/Drink: She does drink quite often at parties, but dosen't smoke.
Family/Friends: Father; Garald Charlay, Vice-President of France. Mother; Gabrielle Charlay, her father is a buisness tycoon.
Personality/History:Ashlynn is your regular teen girl, minus the wealth and her father being V.P. When you first meet Ashlynn you would expect her to be the usal stuck up, rich, snob, but its the oppsite. Ashlynn is a very charming girl, and would do anything for her friends. Ashlynn is a outgoing girl. She is very emotional, but tries to keep it to herself. Ashlynn isn't one to be a loud person, but she is not afriad to speak her mind. She also has the tendancy to be very scarstic.
Although she may not seem it, Ashlynn is very much so into sports. She loves watching soccer, but she isn't very good at it herself. She is more into swimming and tennis. She also just loves to take the day off and do nothing, and go to the spa, and get her nails and toes done, and get a relaxing massage. // Ashlynn was born to Garald and Gabrielle Charlay on May 9th, in France. At the time her father was working high up in the French Goverment, and her mom was a stay at home mom. It wasen't until Ashlynn had turned 6 when her father had made Vice-President. At the same time, her grandfather's buisness just kept getting bigger and bigger.
Her parents split at the age of 14, her mother moving back to New York with Clem, where she was originally from. Now acouple of times a year Clem takes trips to France, where she was originally from to see her Father.
Location: New York
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample: --* taken from one of my charries another site *--
Aj walked down the stairs in the common room late in the night. It was fairly dark, besides the fire, so he had to feel his way around so he wouldn't fall, because he was still asleep a bit. He made his way over the back of the couch oppsite of the fire, and jumped over the back, landing on the couchins. He sat crossed legged on the couch, wearing pajama pants, and a plain black tee-shirt. He couldn't sleep. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't. He had recived a letter from his brother earlier that day, but he knew that had nothing to do with it because it was a happy letter, it must of been something he had eat. Yeah, that was it.
He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped himself up in it, as he looked into the fire. He didn't think of anything in paticular. That is until it had finaly sunk in that it was is last year in school. He had grown to love this place, almost more then his own home. This may be the last time that he would ever sit infront of the fire like this, but that was higly doubtable, expically when exam time would roll around.
He layed down, resting his head on the arm of the couch, begging to fall asleep as he heard something. He made no attempt to see what or who it was though. Reckless people usaly got up over the course of the night, and if it was anyone imporant, they would come over to see him.
Age/Birthdate: 17 / May 9th
Occupation/Education: High School Student
Nationality/Religion: French / Catholic
Hobbies/Talents: Acting
Height/Weight: 5'7 / 120
General Appearance: img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/AvrilLavgine/6.jpg
Smoke/Drink: She does drink quite often at parties, but dosen't smoke.
Family/Friends: Father; Garald Charlay, Vice-President of France. Mother; Gabrielle Charlay, her father is a buisness tycoon.
Personality/History:Ashlynn is your regular teen girl, minus the wealth and her father being V.P. When you first meet Ashlynn you would expect her to be the usal stuck up, rich, snob, but its the oppsite. Ashlynn is a very charming girl, and would do anything for her friends. Ashlynn is a outgoing girl. She is very emotional, but tries to keep it to herself. Ashlynn isn't one to be a loud person, but she is not afriad to speak her mind. She also has the tendancy to be very scarstic.
Although she may not seem it, Ashlynn is very much so into sports. She loves watching soccer, but she isn't very good at it herself. She is more into swimming and tennis. She also just loves to take the day off and do nothing, and go to the spa, and get her nails and toes done, and get a relaxing massage. // Ashlynn was born to Garald and Gabrielle Charlay on May 9th, in France. At the time her father was working high up in the French Goverment, and her mom was a stay at home mom. It wasen't until Ashlynn had turned 6 when her father had made Vice-President. At the same time, her grandfather's buisness just kept getting bigger and bigger.
Her parents split at the age of 14, her mother moving back to New York with Clem, where she was originally from. Now acouple of times a year Clem takes trips to France, where she was originally from to see her Father.
Location: New York
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample: --* taken from one of my charries another site *--
Aj walked down the stairs in the common room late in the night. It was fairly dark, besides the fire, so he had to feel his way around so he wouldn't fall, because he was still asleep a bit. He made his way over the back of the couch oppsite of the fire, and jumped over the back, landing on the couchins. He sat crossed legged on the couch, wearing pajama pants, and a plain black tee-shirt. He couldn't sleep. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't. He had recived a letter from his brother earlier that day, but he knew that had nothing to do with it because it was a happy letter, it must of been something he had eat. Yeah, that was it.
He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped himself up in it, as he looked into the fire. He didn't think of anything in paticular. That is until it had finaly sunk in that it was is last year in school. He had grown to love this place, almost more then his own home. This may be the last time that he would ever sit infront of the fire like this, but that was higly doubtable, expically when exam time would roll around.
He layed down, resting his head on the arm of the couch, begging to fall asleep as he heard something. He made no attempt to see what or who it was though. Reckless people usaly got up over the course of the night, and if it was anyone imporant, they would come over to see him.