Post by Tilly on Sept 29, 2007 7:46:14 GMT
NAME: Tilly Elizabeth Smith
AGE: 16
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
HAIR: Amber , slightly curly , wisps of hazel
EYES: Light aquamarine , pigments of cinnamon brown
HEIGHT: 5'1
WEIGHT: 55kg
PIERCINGS: Ears [ lobe ]
TATTOOS: N/A
PERSONALITY: They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Physically , Tilly isn't that special. Her long streams of amber hair and violent aquamarine eyes don't really make her stick out of the crowd , in fact , if anything , they make her blend in. But she's magical in the way she lights up a room. When you meet her , you just know that she's different. Thats shes special. Her warm personality and unique view of the world influence the people around her - when you talk to her , look at her , throw her a note , her eyes just fix on you. They practically scream ' You have all my attention. You're special '. She's simply down to earth , which shocks and surprises a lot of people. She's a person who looks at a rainy days and smiles , who can look an angry teacher in the eye and crack a joke.
Sometimes people perceive her as hurt. Suddenly her heart warming smile will disappear , and her eyes will look but not see , as though stuck in some solemn memoir. But it only lasts a few seconds , before she jumps into conversation , smiling as if nothing happened. She loves making friends , and values friendship as if it is gold. She believes in being loyal and trustworthy to her friends , and never letting people down. Some people believe one day she will crash and burn , but so far there is no evidence to support that theory.
Another thing about her - she falls easily in love. Her heart is so easily swayed by a boy that she gets hurt often , but she just takes it on her stride. Shes flirty , bubbly and kind to most - the few enemies she has she does not even bother for conversation. In a whole , she has a well rounded personality and a vaguely loveable persona that ables her to make friends easily. She has a large passion for the arts , and practices them daily , writing , singing , painting , sketching , capturing the aspects of her view. In all she's a bubbly , artsy , funny girl. Whats not to love?
PAST: Tilly never got to meet her dad. Born in the glamorous city of London , the only life she knew before the hostel was a life spent as if every second was her last. As a child , she had learnt to love the world around her , and see the best in everything. She was fascinated by just about everything - ants crawling along her window pane , the rustic cobbled paths leading to down splintered roofs of architectural beauties. Herself and her mother shared a special relationship - one that spoke with actions instead of words. Many people thought her mother was a cold , unloving woman , one who did not deserve a beautiful , caring daughter like Tilly.
But Tilly knew better. Her mother did care. She could feel it when her mother hugged her , or when she pushed her on the old swing. Her mother was not simply a machine. Her heart beat just like every other persons. Her mother taught her things such as art , poetry , and taught her how to love them. At an early age she began singing lessons , as well as tutoring for the arts and humanitarianism. Her education was vibrantly lined , for she loved to learn , and appreciated and perfected every skill thrown at her. She found a major love from the piano , and well as a passion for sketching , painting and still life photography.
It almost killed Tilly to run away. Her life was so whole , so full to now leave behind her. But all her friends were missing too. She wanted to finally know where they went , where they where now. Curiosity whirled inside her , poking her , urging her to leave. In drove her insane , the want to move , to want to get away from the things she loved. Like a virus it consumed her - until one night she finally gave in. She knew her mother would blame it on herself - but she couldn't resist the temptation. And so Tilly Smith left that blissfully warm night , her converse crunching against the sidewalk with a certain sorrow , every step merited by another tear.
CELEBRITY/FACE: Hayden Panettiere
PICTURE:
AGE: 16
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
HAIR: Amber , slightly curly , wisps of hazel
EYES: Light aquamarine , pigments of cinnamon brown
HEIGHT: 5'1
WEIGHT: 55kg
PIERCINGS: Ears [ lobe ]
TATTOOS: N/A
PERSONALITY: They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Physically , Tilly isn't that special. Her long streams of amber hair and violent aquamarine eyes don't really make her stick out of the crowd , in fact , if anything , they make her blend in. But she's magical in the way she lights up a room. When you meet her , you just know that she's different. Thats shes special. Her warm personality and unique view of the world influence the people around her - when you talk to her , look at her , throw her a note , her eyes just fix on you. They practically scream ' You have all my attention. You're special '. She's simply down to earth , which shocks and surprises a lot of people. She's a person who looks at a rainy days and smiles , who can look an angry teacher in the eye and crack a joke.
Sometimes people perceive her as hurt. Suddenly her heart warming smile will disappear , and her eyes will look but not see , as though stuck in some solemn memoir. But it only lasts a few seconds , before she jumps into conversation , smiling as if nothing happened. She loves making friends , and values friendship as if it is gold. She believes in being loyal and trustworthy to her friends , and never letting people down. Some people believe one day she will crash and burn , but so far there is no evidence to support that theory.
Another thing about her - she falls easily in love. Her heart is so easily swayed by a boy that she gets hurt often , but she just takes it on her stride. Shes flirty , bubbly and kind to most - the few enemies she has she does not even bother for conversation. In a whole , she has a well rounded personality and a vaguely loveable persona that ables her to make friends easily. She has a large passion for the arts , and practices them daily , writing , singing , painting , sketching , capturing the aspects of her view. In all she's a bubbly , artsy , funny girl. Whats not to love?
PAST: Tilly never got to meet her dad. Born in the glamorous city of London , the only life she knew before the hostel was a life spent as if every second was her last. As a child , she had learnt to love the world around her , and see the best in everything. She was fascinated by just about everything - ants crawling along her window pane , the rustic cobbled paths leading to down splintered roofs of architectural beauties. Herself and her mother shared a special relationship - one that spoke with actions instead of words. Many people thought her mother was a cold , unloving woman , one who did not deserve a beautiful , caring daughter like Tilly.
But Tilly knew better. Her mother did care. She could feel it when her mother hugged her , or when she pushed her on the old swing. Her mother was not simply a machine. Her heart beat just like every other persons. Her mother taught her things such as art , poetry , and taught her how to love them. At an early age she began singing lessons , as well as tutoring for the arts and humanitarianism. Her education was vibrantly lined , for she loved to learn , and appreciated and perfected every skill thrown at her. She found a major love from the piano , and well as a passion for sketching , painting and still life photography.
It almost killed Tilly to run away. Her life was so whole , so full to now leave behind her. But all her friends were missing too. She wanted to finally know where they went , where they where now. Curiosity whirled inside her , poking her , urging her to leave. In drove her insane , the want to move , to want to get away from the things she loved. Like a virus it consumed her - until one night she finally gave in. She knew her mother would blame it on herself - but she couldn't resist the temptation. And so Tilly Smith left that blissfully warm night , her converse crunching against the sidewalk with a certain sorrow , every step merited by another tear.
CELEBRITY/FACE: Hayden Panettiere
PICTURE: