Post by miss. lea emma fluff on Jun 2, 2011 12:55:23 GMT -5
Will You Tell Me
---------------That you love me once more[/center]
Hold Me Like You
---------------Care more than you actually do
THE BASICS [/center][/color]
Name // Lea Emma Fluff
Age // 31, June 2, 1979
Gender // Female
Race // White
Relgion // agnostic
Orentation // hetrosexual
Play By // Name Natalie Potman
EVERYTHING ELSE
Personality // Generally, Lea is a laid back person, especially with her teaching. She’ll teach you what you need, and give you homework, but if you don’t turn in your homework in time, she usually doesn’t count off on many points or any at all. Usually lea can sit back through an argument, and just shrug it off, she doesn’t get angry, no matter how many jabs in the back she gets. With her clam attitude, she doesn’t worry at all about most things, seeing as she knows that everything will work out for her in the end, making being late, and losing things very easy for her. But even though she is laid back, she tends to be an extreme party girl in her free time. Not only does she have a English teaching job at Dalton, she also is a bartender at gLo, the club based in carmel. She does know that if her boss was to find out she worked there she would lose her job, but her love for bartending outweighs the fact that she may lose her other job. With her , risqué job, it also comes with respect from some of the students – and also the names of the best drug dealers. Maybe giving the students their names isn’t the smartest thing, but she doesn’t much care – if they want drugs, then she will help them.
Lea, though laid back, tends to dislike the word love. Her mother never had it, and she knows she won’t either. She’s big on one night stands, and doesn’t mind knowing that guys call her up like a prostitute – she’s a ‘high class’ prostitute if anything, and that is how she sees it. Until a guy who is extremely perfect for her comes, she is happy going around with other me.
Though usually people would say English teachers would be creative, lea doesn’t have much creativity in her bones – or at least ones that her boss would enjoy her teaching the kids. Her creative side comes out when she makes drinks, mixing them and naming them was always her strong suit.
Her happiness is contagious. A smile that can light up a room and a laugh that can make a baby smile makes her a fun person to be around, not to mention the after school tutoring sessions that she tends to have liqueur at. An Alcoholic may be a strong word, but that is what she is. The great thing about lea is that she can hold down her stuff, and is not usually hung-over, or wasted. She knows how to keep herself clean.
Family //
Lea Fluff - Mother - 50
Josh Fluff - Father - 54
Jami Fluff - Sister - 23
Physical[/size] // Lea knows that she is pretty, but doesn’t like to shove it in others face. She dresses moderately at Dalton and when she is walking around Westerville, but when she bartends, she loosens up and shows more skin. With her big pouty pale pink lips and her chocolate brown eyes, she tends to melt the heats of guys that make their way close to her. Standing up at nearly five foot five inches tall, with her long thin legs and her hips, the bottom half of her body is much more well-known than the rest of her body. She doesn’t have really great breasts, and her waist is turned in and gives her a thin hourglass shape for her bathing suits in the summer. Her long brown hair is naturally curly in long furled locks, and she is always manicured from the top to her bottom, nails and hair and a perfect makeup face. Until the summer she is usually a fair color.
History // Born in upstate New York, he parents always showered her with kind words and gifts, seeing as she was an only child for the first eight years of her life, she was spoiled rotten until he sister Jami was born. It was thn that her parents started getting a baby sitter for the two of them while they went out and partied in the night clubs and came back drunk and hung over to the point that they couldn’t remember what had just happened, or most of what happened the morning after. This usually helped lea in her teen years when she would come home late from he own partying days.
With the more than modest amount of money that he parents had, they let her go out of state for college, where she studied for years to get her Masters in English. But with her parents drinking problem, the stopped paying for her schooling, and she had to get a pat time job at night at a bar that a lot of the students went to, which gave her a lot of experience in the bar area, where she also found one of her loves – mixing drinks. When she finished school, she decided to move as far away from her parents as her money saved up could take her.
Leah moved to Ohio – where she was quickly hired for an English teacher at Dalton. Nearly four years went by before she actually went to Carmel, ant that’s when glo was in its making. Knowing that she could lose he job if she took the bartending one, she took it anyways knowing that it was fun, and without it she wouldn’t be nearly as happy.
Now, she still works at both places, and tries to keep in touch with her sister, but since the even that her parents pulled with her college money, she isn’t talking to them much anymore.
Rp Sample
“That spot is mine!” Rachel cired ans she plopped down on her plush be at home. Both of her fathers were out, and she was alone to wollow in her own pitty. She did not mean to be harsh, nor did she mean for her words to come off in a way that made her look and sound like a brat; but she deserved this, and every fiber of her soul was telling her the same exact thing. After countless hours of practicing her song, day by day, a song from one of her favorite musicals at the time – Godspell – and scouring over the many monologues that she had learned, memorized and embodied many times, she knew she had put on a spectacular show for the director. But his sudden unamused face, and how he nonchalantly waved her off the stage put a thorn in Rachel Berry’s side that she couldn’t seem to remove. Like a tick on a dog it seemed to consume her, feed of the life-force inside, keeping the sleep from her, the happiness, making every second drag on until the end of the week when she knew Sandy would post – she just knew it.
Though the man had an odd rumor going around about him, and some of the guys at her school, Rachel seemed to swat away the buzzing bee-like rumors, knowing that it didn’t matter. If he was messing with the guys then yes, that was disturbing, and she hoped he got help – but all she cared about now was seeing her name next to that one character, the one she knew she could be.
There would not be much of a crowd, Rachel knew that and was ready for it when the last class of her day was over. Quickly packing up her books and shoving them in her bag, Rachel adjusted her sweater – one of her favorites, argyle blue and black, with a white collared shirt underneath – and brushed at her skirt, a black one that fanned out her knees, almost matching the black knee socks and her white hospital shoes. Hair working for her, fell over her shoulders, curling only lightly at the end. A few snickers, coming from a few football players in the back of the room made Rachel’s head swivel, her hips pivot, and her brown eyes locking on theirs. One of them was commonly called ‘Puck’ and he was the biggest bully of the school. Also, not that she cared, he was also a Jew, like herself. Crinkling her nose in disgust, disgust at how a Jewish boy could be that rude.
Without a word, knowing that her intimidating stare would do enough, she turned back around, and allowed herself to walk out of the classroom, trying to weave herself through the throng of students that were nearly hurling themselves down the hall trying to get home. It was then her feet came to a stop, cemented to the ground, the girl was almost confused for a moment, until she tilted her eyes, just slightly, to see the names of the students picked for their rendition of Grease.
“where are you..?” she murmured under her breath, an index finger running it through the names of students she didn’t much care about until she found hers. Letting her eyes close, a smile on her red lips, Rachel let her finger slide horizontally across the paper where she assumed her character would be. With a flick of her normal, muted eyelashes, she saw the name. Sandy. She did it. Rachel had done it again. “Yes!” Rachel turned, a successful smile all over her face.
“why are you smiling?” it took her only a moment to recognize the voice, and a second after that to feel the chill cold of the slushy hit her face. Frozen in terror, Rachel didn’t move, or speak, she kept her eyes locked on Puck’s stupid grin until he spoke once more, “congrats – loser."
Though the man had an odd rumor going around about him, and some of the guys at her school, Rachel seemed to swat away the buzzing bee-like rumors, knowing that it didn’t matter. If he was messing with the guys then yes, that was disturbing, and she hoped he got help – but all she cared about now was seeing her name next to that one character, the one she knew she could be.
There would not be much of a crowd, Rachel knew that and was ready for it when the last class of her day was over. Quickly packing up her books and shoving them in her bag, Rachel adjusted her sweater – one of her favorites, argyle blue and black, with a white collared shirt underneath – and brushed at her skirt, a black one that fanned out her knees, almost matching the black knee socks and her white hospital shoes. Hair working for her, fell over her shoulders, curling only lightly at the end. A few snickers, coming from a few football players in the back of the room made Rachel’s head swivel, her hips pivot, and her brown eyes locking on theirs. One of them was commonly called ‘Puck’ and he was the biggest bully of the school. Also, not that she cared, he was also a Jew, like herself. Crinkling her nose in disgust, disgust at how a Jewish boy could be that rude.
Without a word, knowing that her intimidating stare would do enough, she turned back around, and allowed herself to walk out of the classroom, trying to weave herself through the throng of students that were nearly hurling themselves down the hall trying to get home. It was then her feet came to a stop, cemented to the ground, the girl was almost confused for a moment, until she tilted her eyes, just slightly, to see the names of the students picked for their rendition of Grease.
“where are you..?” she murmured under her breath, an index finger running it through the names of students she didn’t much care about until she found hers. Letting her eyes close, a smile on her red lips, Rachel let her finger slide horizontally across the paper where she assumed her character would be. With a flick of her normal, muted eyelashes, she saw the name. Sandy. She did it. Rachel had done it again. “Yes!” Rachel turned, a successful smile all over her face.
“why are you smiling?” it took her only a moment to recognize the voice, and a second after that to feel the chill cold of the slushy hit her face. Frozen in terror, Rachel didn’t move, or speak, she kept her eyes locked on Puck’s stupid grin until he spoke once more, “congrats – loser."
WHAT ABOUT YOU
Name // Br!tt
Age // 17
RP experiance // 10
Other// Made this place more
