Post by vee on Jan 12, 2009 22:11:18 GMT -6
VERONICAEMILIESEYMOUR
gender; femme.
age; seventeen.
student/teacher; student.
year of high school; junior/11.
sexual preference; straight, but doesn't see anything wrong with kissing girl if she's wasted. xD
place of birth; boston, nh.
nickname(s); vee. anything else, she'd completely kill you.
appearance;
Born into a family of brunettes, Veronica has always stood out from her family. With a head of long, dirty blonde straight hair, she has attracted attention for it. Though she stood out because of her hair colour, oftentimes she is the butt of many a dumb blonde joke. Though she took them comments with good grace, she secretly wanted to colour her hair. Around eight grade, she dyed it dark brown, and from then on it varied from year to year along with the length. Though in general, the style in which she prefers to wear it, mainly she keeps it long, or ties it back with a hair band. Vee would never be seen with her hair in some elaborate updo, even for prom. She finds those things silly, and somewhat funny looking. Long sidebangs fall into her eyes and cover the upper half of her face. Her face shape is distinctly oval, a tad on the round side. (a fact that she bemoans.) Her cheekbones are barely visible, and her face has sort of like a childlike glow when she smiles. According to her sister, she has a 'baby' face, though is told that it's adorable.
Eyes are slightly wide set, and rather big. Their colour seems to range from dark hazel to a deep amber, depending on what colour she wears and the lighting. Her eyebrows are several shades darker than her hair, and are very well groomed. On the days where she gets little sleep, Vee has bruised looking circles underneath her eyes that she always tries to cover up with too much concealer. As for makeup in general- not concealer, the girl is a minimalist. A little bit of black mascara, and a touch of brown eyeliner on a non active day. For school, she wears her eyeliner slightly darker, though not particularly heavier. Hey, she has a reputation of being a partier, right? Her nose is a simple ski slope with the slightest bit of a bump on the middle. She doesn't worry about the shape of her nose –- that would be silly. And she has never once considered any form of surgery on her face, other than to remove the jagged scar on the left side of her head below her jawline. The scar has faded to a pinkish color that matches her skin fairly well. Only if you look closely would you be able to see it clearly. So basically she doesn’t worry about it, and considers it a good conversation piece or something of the like.
Her form is lithe and lean, and she has decent curves. Her bust is pretty much average for any girl her age. As for sports, she likes to play basketball, and do running, though she doesn't play anything for Hogwarts, and isn't even in any extracurricular clubs. Her dressing style isn't overly unique. She likes to wear tighter fitting shirts, and jeans most of the time, though skirts seem to hold a fascination for her, especially if worn with a pair of heels. Really high heels. If at home, or wandering around the park, she has the tenancy to wear flip flops, take them off, then go barefoot. Vee hates wearing sneakers and socks. Actually.. she doesn't mind some sneakers, depending on their style, mainly it's the fact that she hates wearing socks. But, she would never wear sneakers without them. Her mother always wishes that Vee would dress up a little more- perhaps wear a cute cami with a jacket or something. But those cute camis, Vee loves other people wearing them, but hates it on her. She doesn't have the best self image, but when she really thinks about it, most of the time she isn’t overly concerned.
personality;
Veronica is a strange girl. Mainly, she loves a good party. She's often times the center of attention, using her looks and vivacious attitude to surround herself with people during social gatherings. Sometimes she can be rather brutally honest, though tends towards softening the blow with a sweet smile. Though hurting people isn't something that she likes to do, sometimes she finds that it's impossible to do otherwise. This personality trait goes against her love of being appreciated. She loves being loved, and tends towards surrounding herself with people. In general, Veronica is simply the type of person to have many friends in many, many different groups of people. She doesn't like to classify herself into a clique, since that seems rather limiting to whom she can talk to and who she shouldn't. When it comes to boys, Veronica is a complete flirt. Perhaps she could be considered sl*utty, but she doesn't sleep around as much as most of the girls that are actually called sl*uts.
In school, she does decently. Though most of the time she barely pays attention in classes and spends the entire time passing notes, doodling, or flirting with the boys next to her. Passing the classes basically revolves around her ability to get the notes before a test from someone, or her bsing her way through whatever exams. Normally when she tries to make up stuff, it comes out pretty half assed, but sometimes she can actually make sense. When a teacher calls on her, she normally shrugs and says something along the lines of 'i have no idea' or something self deprecating. Add her charming smile, and she gets out usually unscathed. This girl tends to get angry over little things, and not hold grudges. Oftentimes she'll forget her anger over the smaller deals within an hour, or less, if the issue was with someone that she cared about.
atleast 5 positive traits;
- outgoing.
- charming.
- approachable.
- good artist.
- excellent leader.
atleast 5 negative traits;
- a bit self absorbed.
- focuses too much on other people's opinions of her.
- easily sidetracked.
- easily angered.
- self conscious.
atleast 5 likes;
- cats.
- the colour navy.
- boys.
- writing and drawing.
- dark wash blue jeans.
- classical music.
atleast 5 dislikes;
- dogs.
- dorky boys that are self deprecating.
- people that don't like her.
- white chocolate.
- rap.
history;
This girl hails from the dirty streets of boston. You could almost call her street smart, because she lived in a children's home after being dumped by her mother, or father. They didn't even bother to name her, let alone do something completely cliched as to leave her in a basket with a heartfelt note. No, the woman didn't even leave her anywhere, which was probably a good thing. Actually, the lady that ran the shelter told her that her mother had come in for a meeting with her, and ended up leaving Vee behind without as much as a word after her entrance into the building. As depressing as the story was, Vee didn't stay in the shelter for long. She was picked up by child services and brought to a home in manchester, new hampshire. From there, she was ushered into the home of Dora and Michael Weston, owners of Weston's Bakery. As far as foster homes went, this one wasn't that bad. And it wasn't like she was going to remember her three month stay as a four week old baby.
After the Westons couldn't stand her incessant crying (apparently they didn't know that babies did cry at some point in their childhood, maybe Vee did cry a little more often than normal babies, but still...) they sent her back to the home where she was caught up in the arms of another family. This time, the people weren't so nice. She barely stayed there for a week with several other foster children before the family was charged with child abuse towards one of them. She was lucky, Veronica mused later on in her youth, that she got out before actually being mentally changed by the experience. The other children weren't all so lucky. One of them ran away after being taken back to the home. Veronica was around four months old now, and being an adorable baby, a couple came in looking to adopt. She was shown to them, and the threesome instantly bonded. And she lived with them for the rest of her life... end of story? No.
The family lived in Dover, New Hampshire for the next six years. Then they moved from the great NH back to Boston, Vee's birthtown. They lived in Boston for about five more years, brining her up to the age of eleven. Then, they moved back to a cottage in Dover. Living there was nice, and the Seymours did enjoy the slow lifestyles of the Doverians, but after five years in Boston, it seemed a little... lethargic. James Seymour suggested a move, and they treked back to Boston after a mere two years. Living there was nice, and since Mrs. Seymour was the owner of a line of clothing, it seemed like the right place to be. The only place better would be New York, and that was out of the question. They liked it fine there, and ended up adopting another little girl, age seven. Jackie and Vee bonded despite the age difference, and the four were at peace for another three years. Then came James's job transfer. Though they probably could have stayed in Boston, Gemma Seymour suggested the move. She was starting to think that Vee was partying too much for her taste, and would eventually be corrupted by Boston. Thus, the entire family was uprooted again, but this time to the city that houses Pavotworth Academy. Being the (adoptive) daughter of a prominent fashion icon and a well known lawyer, Vee realized that the status that granted her nothing back home allowed access to the 'high society' of the Academy. Just because her family had money now meant that she was able to hang out with the 'in' crowd.
rp sample; "Er, would you mind, er, getting this letter on his leg..." She gestured vaguely in the direction of Aeneas. "I can't really reach him at the moment." Yup, he was at one of the higher perches, obviously in protest to the way that she had thrown him into the air after he'd cut her with his talons. Whatever, he would get over it fairly quickly, right? She tied the letter off with a ribbon that she pulled out of her hair. Hey, it was a personal touch, right? Her long hair fell in waves over her shoulder, and she shook it out so it wouldn't cover her eyes. "He's not normally so... belligerent." She shrugged again, and turned towards Lorcan, suddenly unsure on how to continue any sort of conversation. It was weird, normally she could carry a conversation on with anything. Thus, she turned away to face the window to avoid any awkwardness. The view from the owlry was lovely, and Alex found herself wishing that she hadn't given up flying when she was a a second year. "Er, so how's your year been so far?" Someone like Maxie's 'boyfriend' Rabastan would take her letter and read it out loud for the fun of it. Actually, it might be funny if he did that, though somewhat surprising. It would certainly spike up some sort of conversation, right? She doubted he would, seeing as Lorcan seemed rather like an excellent gentleman, or so she had judged him to be. Alexandrie barely knew him, so she was in no position to be making any sorts of judgments.
“Sure thing.” The girl smiled gratefully. She had enough trouble with the owl than to be climbing over owl dropping covered roosts to get to the little fluffy owl that was sitting up in the rafters. It was like the little thing was being annoying on purpose. But at least she got to talk to Lorcan. The boy was highly intriguing to her, not that she had any sort of crush on him, which was surprising. Hah, normally Alexandrie developed a crush on a guy in an instant second, and after they made out she would move on. But with Lorcan, the attraction wasn't even there. He seemed more like... friend material, even if her maturity level was about half what his probably was. "Thanks, Lorcan." She tried out his name, and it felt like a combination of unfamiliar and comfortable. She was pretty sure that if she got to know him better, she would get used to calling him by name. The girl watched as he attached her letter to Aeneas's foot, not struggling with the least at typing. She silently cursed her owl, he was never so placid for her. “Eh, okay.”
was his rather generic reply to her inquiry about his school year, so she didn't pursue the subject, focusing rather one the suddenly verbose outburst. And here she had been thinking he only spoke in few sentences at a time. Smiling slightly to herself, she realized that his voice was incredibly comforting to her. It was the deepness, perhaps, or the fact that he seemed to speak in some sort of carefree action, like he didn't pick and choose his words before saying them.
“Only in a few classes this year so that’s a plus, but most of the gang I hung out with have graduated, the lucky bastards. The good news is that I’m not in History of Magic anymore.” Oh, so he was replying to her question. That elicited another grin from Alexandrie. Why was she smiling so much lately? Hmm, she wasn't sure. The letter from her mother was certainly not something to grin about. That thought about her mother's constant attempts to 'pimp her' as Alex put in her own mind. It was as if Mother lacked faith that Alexandrie would ever fall in love with someone. Maybe this was all about the fact that Mother married Alex's father in an arranged marriage. That was all well and good for Mum, but the picture perfect relationship that her mother thought she had with her husband was rather a sham. Alexandrie had seen her father go through various women, cheating on her mother was sort of a sport for him. Though vaguely, Alexandrie felt that her fathers actions were shaping her own life. Thus she might be unconsciously acting very *friendly* personty because of her father's influence. Hah, if she ever told him that, she would be called a liberal. In fact, her mother might even hear about what Alex ahad been doing in school lately, and Mother would most likely call her a very *friendly* person. Or a sleeper. Or even both. Alexandrie didn't have a healthy relationship with her parents, obviously. Answering his reply was fairly hard, since she didn't know many people who recently graduated. "Luckyy. History of magic is the worst class."
“Are you a sixth year or a seventh?” Easy enough question. "Sixth. Though I'm surprised you didn't guess fourth or fifth." Maybe it was her height of 5'2 that made her seem so much younger. Or perhaps it was the fact that her face was still somewhat round, though with prominent cheekbones. Or even, maybe they guessed that because of her maturity level. Shrugging, she turned to pat one of the other owls. It was a deep russet brown and had markings around it's large golden eyes. "And i'm guessing you're seventh? Since you have friends whom graduated." She eyed him for a moment. "Oh, and Slytherin?" She was fairly good at pegging people for their types or houses. "..Or ravenclaw?" She added, sort of for her own amusement. He didn't seem too much like a ravenclaw, but most Slytherins were insulted when you guessed that they were ravenclaw. Which was precisely why she did it. "Do I seem like a Hufflepuff?" She asked him, spinning around in a circle, so her skirt fanned out like a dancer. She was a ten year old at heart.
[b]alba, jessica[/b] - [b]veronica seymour[/b]