Post by ashlin feltrop on Aug 11, 2008 12:36:07 GMT -5
ashlin lee feltrop !
[/color][/b]and i think i'm pretty dayym sexy.
[/center]just one pretty little package !
[/color][/b]you know you can't help but love me.[/center]
full name • ashlin lee feltrop
i go by • family ; ashlin, friends ; anything
nicknames • ash
age • seventeen years young
birthdate • may 16
heritage • french / german / russian
hometown • st. louis
sexual orientation • straight
member group • indie teens / famously rich.
house picture •
the stars in my eyes burn bright !
[/color][/b]i think you'll remember this sweet face.[/center]
hair • medium length, choppy, and blonde
eyes • blue
height • five feet four inches
weight • heh. yeah right. all you'll know is i'm a not ashamed of what i weigh.
style • mismatched - trendy/ alternative
there's monsters in my closet !
[/color][/b]nobody's perfect, but i'm sooo close.[/center]
likes •
her ipod
her computer
her cell phone
music
art
swimming
diving
her friends
her tattoos / tattoos in general
my chemical romance
dislikes •
math
fake people
fishes
pink.
people she feels she has to impress
fears • dieing, failing something (dreams, etc.), losing anything
goals • swim in the olympic team, publish a novel, have a small family
secrets • hates her brother with every bone in her body. would rather be swimming than anywhere else.
personality summary •
ashlin, well she doesn't give a damn what you think. she's pretty outgoing at times, but pretty quiet and subdued other times. you either love her, or you hate her. simple as that. she can be a major snob if you piss her off, but there's a kind girl under there somewhere. she could care less if you hate her, or if you love her. she's built up a small wall between her and any guy that actually loves her, afraid to fall for them. but, how knows. some weird things can always happen.
let's pretend i don't know them !
[/color][/b]we've got this love-hate relationship.[/center]
where would you like your house to be? • clearhill drive
mother • rebecca f. feltrop
mother's occupation • lawyer
father • phillp j. feltrop
father's occupation • swimming coach - decorated olympian
siblings • caleb feltrop a.k.a. a major pain in the ass.
pets • none.
other important people • her grandmother.
history •
Being born to a past olympian is a tough thing to live up to. Even when your a toddler. Though, Ashlin never minded the pressure, in fact, she loved it. She's been swimming for as long as she can remember, and has won several competitions, living in her parents lime light for a while. That is, until her pain in the ass brother stepped in. She'd always hated him, he was a jerk, a popular, and very very rude. He stole the spot light be being good at everything he did, and she hated it. As if living up to her fathers shadow wasn't hard enough, now she was being over shadowed by him. She spends half of her time in training, working and pushing herself harder every day. Granted, she loves what she does.
i'm the person behind the mask !
[/color][/b]being other people is like a hobby for me.[/center]
name/alias • simshack, or brennan. whatever floats your boat.
time zone • GMt -6 i do believe
contact • PM only.
member title • nobody knows her.
role play sample•
Ten O'Clock. That's when dozens upon dozens of people came pouring into his new home for a 'small' going away party. Caleb was going to piss off most of the neighborhood from the way his visitors where parking, but when he was basking in the party's glory, it was hard to even notice anymore.
The music was pounding loud enough for the people in the building to hear, and most likely the next door neighbors, and the people where packed so tightly, it was hard to move around. Caleb recognized several fellow 'famous' singers in the groupings of people, but he didn't think that there was much a difference between them and the people standing beside them. Camera's flashes, from paparazzi or people who where invited, he didn't know. The only real thing that bothered him was how some of the people there found out. But, none of that mattered now. They where here, and there was no undoing that now.
"Caleb! My main man," barked a voice from the stairs on the other side of the room. He jerked his head to see who was speaking to him, and immediately regretting doing so. It was Adrian, the friend that always convinced him to do things that he didn't want to do in the first place. Sometimes that could be a good thing, other times, not so much.
"Adrian," Caleb stated, greeting him as he moved through the crowd toward him. Adrian was smiling, clearly proud that the party was such a success. Before Adrian could say anything in response, a flock of girls came up and dragged him away.
Caleb was glad that it had not happened to him yet, ever.
He shuffled over to the DJ booth, requested that he turn it up just a little louder, to which, the DJ complied. Smiling up at him, Caleb made his way to the back room, which had the least amount of people compacted into it. People soon crowed around him, talking so quickly, that he was lost in the words of them all. A silent sigh escaped his lips, and part of him was glad to get away.
To get away from all of the drugs, the drinks, the attention, would be all to easy for him. Part of Caleb was glad to leave. The other part yearned to be with Adrian, what ever he might be doing. But one part was strong than the other, which was why he was in Tuscan Crossing in the first place.
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