esmerelda starr!

[esmerelda starr]

ESMERELDA SERENITY STARR

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characters full name: esmerelda serenity starr
nickname: es, essie.
gang: gracs.
date of birth: august 30th
age&year: eighteen&&senior
sexuality: straight

appearence.
turn around there's those eyes again.

face claim: cintia dicker
general:
Esmerelda's body could lie about her age. It could make her look 21 years old, when in reality she is seventeen. Esmerelda stands 5'10 inches off the ground and has a slim yet healthy body. She has been accused of being anorexic several times since she had first started modeling, but I can assure you she's not. Esmerelda eats like any other person(maybe even a little more), she just doesn't let any meat enter her body and she knows her limits. She doesn't allow herself to eat too many sweets and usually carries some sort of vegetable with her in her purse. Something to nibble on, she calls it. Not only does she keep her body looking skinny by watching what she eats, but also by exercising. Every day Esmerelda exercises for about an hour, sometimes an hour and a half, and then goes on a two mile run.

Es has long, red hair that she takes very good care of, and bright blue eyes with very long eyelashes to match. Her hair brings out her eyes in most of her photos(or maybe it's the photo editors, hmmm.) She brushes her hair a lot - sometimes too much and has to clean out her brush every day due to her constant hair loss. Her skin is a soft tint of tan, and her whole body is covered in light and dark freckles. Tons of freckles, or 'angel kisses', as her father calls them. Es has a pretty clean cut body - no tattoos or piercings, except a few scars here and there. Actually, she has a big scar on the bottom of her left foot that she got from cutting her foot on a piece of wood in the seventh grade. Thank God they don't put those in photos, right?

Let's get talking about something else. Make up. Clothes. Two things that do mean a lot to her career. Yes, in a lot of photos you will see Esmerelda with some pretty heavy makeup, but that's not how she chooses to decorate her face on off days. She'll wear dark eyeliner, not too heavy, but not too light, add some mascara to her eyelashes, and curl them. Let's not forget the rouge she adds to her cheek bones and the pale shade of lipstick she covers over with lip gloss. That's how her make up usually is. It may sound like a lot to you, but to Esmerelda it's no where near a lot. It's not even half of the make up she has to wear for photoshoots. To Esmerelda, make up meant a lot. Since her mom was a make up artist and all, she had tons of it. It was actually cramming her shelves. She had to start putting some make up in her mirror.

As for clothes...a lot of them she gets from past photo shoots. Some of them she snatches from them, others she asks. She loves wearing anything that's fashionable. Big sunglasses and vintage jewelry are pretty much her favorite accessories ever. She loves jewelry and has racks of it in her dorm. Accessories mean a lot to Esmerelda. You'll never see her without at least two pieces of jewelry on. Esmerelda will never repeat the same outfit in a month. If she already wore an outfit, she won't wear it for a long time. It made her feel odd if she did, and that's exactly why she didn't wear an outfit twice.
style of clothes.
Esmerelda doesn't necessarily like going out with a simple pair of jeans and a t shirt. For whatever reason, it makes her feel somewhat...incomplete. Now, if she threw on some funky jewelry and clogs to match those pairs of jeans and the t shirt, she'd feel whole. Es likes to dress up - she's one of the very few girls these days who seem to have the guts to wear a dress or skirt to school. She tends to wear things that make her look more slender than she already is[if that is even possible]. She has to accesorize anything she wears, or she'd probably be in a pretty bad mood. Accesorizing is like a chore to her or something.

persona.
fake indifference and i.

habits:
- yelling
- blowing things out of proportion
- being a hypocrite
- strutting
- smiling
- scatches her right arm when she's nervous
- runs hands through hair too much
- sitting on her foot
- pacing
likes:
modeling, obviously
- making people angry
- impressing
- music [rock, r&b, blues, folk]
- having class
- dignity
- dancing
- shopping
- stealing her outfits that she wears in photo shoots, etc [shhhh]
- daydreaming
- boys [well, doh]
- fruit
- vegetables
- politics
- Popsicles
- sunsets
- nightlife
- the dark
- swimming
- red
- blue
- orange
- pajamas
- makeup
- hugs
- rain
- seeing herself in pictures and on the internet
- seeing herself in general
- icecream
- juice [particularly orange]
- smiles
- being called names[yes, she actually enjoys it]
- children
- margaritas
- animals
- balloons!
- stripes
dislikes:
- drugs
- smoking
- meat
- breaking hearts
- making bad impressions
- competition
- death
- blood
- injury
- most country and rap
- people who only talk about themselves
- lying
- people with half a brain
- dark chocolate
- alleyways
- being late
- early wake ups[something she has to deal with everyday]
- being too hot or too cold
- appearing weak
- cleaning
- dirty dishes
- hospitals
- fake fingernails
- graveyards
fears:
- failure
- death
- growing old
- boats
- knives
- blood
- it, chuckie, etc
personality: Esmerelda isn't like your every day girl. Some may think she is, but she knows she isn't. Well, in her state anyway. She's surrounded by sleepers and druggies and all, but she isn't like that at all. The last thing Esmerelda would do is earn that title - 'the sleeper'. She's very, very strict to herself and knows her boundaries. She limits herself often and would never think about crossing the line. She doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke - she's a clean kid. She's well behaved and knows her manners. She holds her head high and doesn't listen to what people say about her. She's quite the stubborn one, really. It takes a lot to get into her heart(hard to get is a game she plays professionally) or to get her to agree. Once she has her mind set, that's that, no matter if it's about a person or what she's having for dinner.

I wouldn't reccomend fighting with Es, because you'll most likely lose. Even if you didn't lose at first, Es would slowly eat away at your reputation. She hates competition. She will do anything to boot competition out of her way. She loves winning more than anything, and once she feels the slight bit challenged she reacts in such a way that could ruin someone's life. She hates being threatened, especially by people who don't even mean what they threat. Esmerelda has a short fuse and once you set it off, there's no way you can single handedly try to disarm it. She yells and screams and b!tches when she's mad, but would never think to use violence. She's a red head, what can I say? Though, if someone tried throwing a punch or two at her I can't say she wouldn't launch some back. She's a trooper.

She knows what she wants to do with her life. She knows what she can do and what she can't. She can see the invisible line she drew herself in her mind at all times, and if she steps even an inch over it she breaks down. Es isn't a very sensitive person. She laughs when people insult her or even try to hurt her. She's normally not scared of anyone or anything, and that's the way she liked to be. She tries as hard as she can and never takes her eyes off the prize. She's a hard head, really, which I've already said. She's a semi health freak, too. She will not eat anything that's fattening more than three times a week, and she excercizes constantly. She works hard to keep her body the way it is, and she's quite proud. Esmerelda is also a vegetarian. She hates the idea of eating a helpless animal and has actually hosted a couple of protests against it. Which brings me to another thing, Esmerelda fights for what she believes in.

She never quits, she always follows through. Once she makes a promise, she doesn't break it. You can say that makes her loyal. Yes, she's a total b!tch a lot of the time but once you get to know her you'll see that she is a good friend, and actually can be fun no matter how many barriers she builds for herself. She loves to shop. And she loves experimenting. And cooking. And going to the movies. She's a huge movie freak, actually. She pretty much stalks films before they even hit theatres. She manages to fit fun time into her usually busy schedule and has time for friends. She's a caring person, really. An animal lover. A smart girl. A brat. A trooper. She's just...Esmerelda. That's what she wants to be labeled. Esmerelda, and you can't be it.

history.
too bad you knew me.

parents:
PHOEBE STARR [MAKE UP ARTIST]
ALEXANDER STARR [PHOTOGRAPHER]
siblings:
Vincent Starr - BROTHER [OLDER]
Keanu Starr - BROTHER [OLDER]
Sarai Starr - SISTER [YOUNGER;;DECEASED]
Kiki Starr - DAUGHTER [GIVEN TO CHILDREN SERVICE AT BIRTH]
history:
Esmerelda Serenity Starr was born into the Starr family August 30th, 1989. The Starr family consisted of Phoebe and Alexander(the parents), and Vincent and Keanu(the brothers). From day one it was nothing but spoil spoil spoil. That's all of her parents did to any of their children. They gave them what they wanted, even if they didn't deserve it, and never thought twice about anything. They raised their children well, though. They knew how to discipline them and the lessons to teach them in order to make them into decent people when they grew up.

Phoebe was a makeup artist for some very, very well-known models and Alexander worked as a pediatrician. How they managed to keep their candle of love lit, nobody knew. After Esmerelda was born, Alexander and Phoebe switched shifts so that they both got up at the same time. Phoebe would drive to the hospital and pick up her husband, where they then would head home to their three children. While their parents were at work, all three of the children had a nanny named Sarah. Sarah was a good babysitter. She knew how to take care of the children but at the same time she knew how to let them have fun. She'd often take them to the movies and amusement parks for the day.

When Esmerelda was five, a new girl was born into the family - Sarai. Surprisingly enough, Esmerelda had never gone through the 'I'm so jealous of my younger sibling' stage. She still got the same amount of attention as anyone else in her family did, and she actually liked her little sister. She'd dress Sarai up in outfits and give her all of her toys to play with(even though she was too young to do anything but chew on them). When she wasn't doing that, she was playing with Vincent and Keanu. They'd make so many messes when they experimented with all kinds of food. They'd raid through their cabinets and poor tons of cinnamon and sprinkles into a pot, then they would add something like hot fudge and ice cream, and then they would mix it all together and taste it. As you can imagine, it tasted horrible, but to them it was like getting their very own taste of Heaven.

When Esmerelda was ten her mother brought her to the studio with her(where they were doing some big photo shoot). Es wasn't supposed to do anything fancy, just sit there and watch pretty ladies in pretty outfits get their pictures taken. While she was braiding her long, thick red hair a photographer had noticed her and had invited her over to talk. After confronting Es's mother first, he shoved her in front of the camera and had taken pictures of her. The next week, her pictures were featured in a magazine. That's when her modeling career had started. That one spread had triggered about a dozen others, and those dozen another few dozen, and so on and so forth.

While Esmerelda, Sarai, and her mother were climbing out of a limousine one day when Es was twelve, disaster had struck. A car(supposedly someone running from the cops) had swerved out into the other lane right as Sarai was getting out and had crushed her under its tires. They had rushed her to the hospital, but Sarai had died on the way there. The Starr family were absolutely devastated. Esmerelda had cried herself to sleep for a year after that, and the image of her sister dead is still burnt into her brain. That's what had triggered Es's fear of hospitals. After she had realized hospitals were places for the sick and the dying, she never wanted to step in one again.

Let's go forward a couple years and skip a dozen dozen photo shoots, shall we? When Esmerelda was fourteen, she was raped. She had been walking down the street with a colleague(a fourteen year old model as well) because she had to get to know him before they did the photo shoot. Ten minutes into their incredibly boring and awkward conversation, he had shoved her into an alleyway and had raped her. It's obvious that she was too scared to say or do anything and definitely too scared to even move after wards. Nine months later, Esmerelda had a baby - Kiki. Since she was too young to keep it and she knew she couldn't keep it anyway, she had given it to child services. She had locked that memory deep inside of her and never talked about it again. She was, of course, completely heartbroken. She had always dreamed of having a baby, but certainly not at that young of age, and certainly not by rape.

That experience had changed Esmerelda. She had become scared of intimacy and never let herself like a boy again. Well, she never liked boys in the first place. She didn't like girls or anything, she just couldn't let boys get in the way of her career. Besides, boys were stupid at her age. She wasn't willing to risk her talent just for some boy. Nope, no way mister. They didn't have real feelings anyway. They still had cooties, too. Not that she actually believed that, but it was always fun to say. As she grew older and more mature(like she had always been), she had never let her opinion on boys change. Heck, she lived in Victoria. Every boy there(most, anyway) was a complete sleezeball.

you.
monster.

name: suzie badoozie.
age: fourteen.
contact Info: [e-mail]
other characters: none, as of now.

proof read.
i got my lesson learned.

roleplay sample: you know how i roll. :]

Esmerelda did not want to wake up today. No, not at all. Not after staying up until two, working on an essay. Normally, she didn't procrastinate. But she had totally forgotten about the essay with all the other essays she had due, and her friend had reminded her. All these essays were eventually going to drive her insane, she just knew it. Esmerelda tossed and turned in her bed, grabbing one of her pillows and burying her face in it, as if to get away from the sun shining in her room. What time was it, anyway? She glanced at the clock, and heaved a sigh at the time. 6:30. It was time for her to get up, yeah, but she really didn't want to. She groaned, sitting up from her oh-so-soft pillows, her eyes still closed. She finally opened her emerald, almond-shaped eyes and glanced around her room. She stretched her arms out wide and yawned, and then pulled the covers off herself. She climbed out of bed, nightgown and all, and strided over to her window.

She pulled the white, see through curtains back and stared down onto the campus. Not many people were on the grounds right now, but she knew in a matter of minutes the green grass would be covered with students and professors, who were busily trying to make their way to their classes. Esmerelda would be one of them. Oh, the academy and everything surrounding it looked absolutely stunning this morning. Of course, it did every morning. Esmerelda was so happy to be in Paris, her dream location ever since she was a little girl. She hummed to herself as she slid into her bathroom, stripping bare and then stepping into the shower. She turned the water on so that it was very, very hot[how she liked it] and then got to cleaning.

Ten minutes later she was wrapping a towel around herself and stepping onto the bathroom floor. She grabbed another towel, dipped her head down, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She wrapped the mess of red hair into a towel and tossed it back on top of her head, the air wooshing against her face as she did so. Es walked in front of her mirror and stared at the condensation, gently swiping her hand against the glass to get rid of the fog so she could see herself. She actually laughed at the sight. She had forgotten to take off her make up last night, so there were two black lines going down her face, and her lips were still as red as last night, though a little feinter. Okay, well, time to fix herself up a bit, eh? She rubbed the make up remover across her skin, taking away the black lines. She did the same to her lips, and soon enough she was looking like the Esmerelda who didn't wear make up. That wasn't going to last for long.

She grabbed the necessary make up to put on her face - blush, mascara, and lip gloss. Yeah, she was going to tone it down today. She carefully applied each one, and then tucked her lip gloss into her hand. She was going to have to re apply it several times. With a towel still wrapped around her now dry body, and a towel still absorbing the moisture of her hair, Es strutted out of the bathroom an into her closet[which, as you can imagine, was chalkful of clothes]. She ran her hand up and down the racks of clothes, occasionally stopping to examine someone that caught her eye. Eventually, she found the correct outfit and slid into it, shoes, dress, and all.

After drying her hair and then straightening it(which took FOREVER), Es exchanged her purses. She took her cellphone, wallet, Ipod, and mirror from one purse and put them in another, and then dropped her lipgloss into it as well. Okay, she was all set. Es's heels clapped against the floor as she made her way for the door. She picked her book bag off the floor and swung it over her right shoulder, immediately leaving her dorm afterwards. She hurriedly jogged for her first class. Es's day went along normally, the learning, the talking between classes, the lunch, and then more of the learning. Sooner than she thought, she was in the last class of the day -art.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking for one person in particular. Not that she cared or anything, she just wanted to see if Jude was here to annoy her as usual. Oh, joy. He wasn't. No, seriously. That was a good thing. He wasn't here, but his painting certainly was. It stood against the whiteboard where everyone could see it, and all Es wanted to do was set the damn thing to flames. I guess you could say she was jealous that his painting won. Where was the jerk, anyway? She wasn't used to not seeing him. She was about to ask her friend, but before she could, she felt her cellphone vibrate against her leg. She sighed, opening her purse and cautiously staring down at the phone. Would you like to do a good deed today?

Who the hell was texting her? Her phone didn't recognize the number. Es shook her head, quickly texting the person back with That depends on what the good deed is. Who is this?

and the secret word is: your mom. : D

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[oliver ardagh]

accepted!

duh.

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