Post by di on Aug 18, 2012 22:25:12 GMT -5
~ Diana Payne ~
God given name is: Diana Payne
Call me: Di , Dee, Missy P
Age ain't nothing but a number: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
Request What you want your Character to be: Junior
In my free time I:
- Captain cheer squad
- Member of the Drama Club
- Dancer on the dance squad
- Writer
- Singer
~All Must be approved by staff!~
Personality: Diana is very out spoken, tending to be loud whenever she talks, she is majorly Hyper active even taking medication when she feels like it for being too hyper active,she is super smart computers and technology not hard for her,when it comes to holidays she is super festive always wearing costumes and giggling over the reactions,she loves being comical the attention making it something she enjoys, but mostly her jokes have a sexual hint behind them,She can be a bit blunt, her honesty always directly to the point even if it will hurt someone,She is good lover - faithful and protective over those that she classifies as hers, Can be a tad bit spacey, Flirtatious - to the extreme.. Not afraid to make a move, even if not wanted or returned.
Overall Appearance: Curly long blonde hair flows down past her shoulder blades, the tips a few inches just below. Her nails are always something that are painted, the brightest pinks and purples. Clothing, if she isnt in her cheerleading outfit she can be seen in anything from tight fitting jeans and halter tops, to mini skirts and skimpy shorts. She only stands at about five foot five, and is very petite, but she likes this and often wears heels just because they are fun to wear. Her body is petite, but she has curves in her body, as well as a bit of a ghetto booty going on.
Likes:
- Cheer leading
- Dancing
- Singing
- Writing
- Alcohol - only if its not her father
Dislikes:
- Her father
- Imitation mothers
- Being stuck at her home
- Death
- Alcohol - her fathers drinking
History: Last summer her mother had passed away, a car accident they called it. In truth she knew that it was all her fathers fault, he had made her cry. And when she had gotten in the car and taken off she hadn't tried to stop her. She could still remember the phone call like it was yesterday, her fathers grave stone cold voice as he looked at his teenage daughter and told her that her mother was dead. Months passed, her father bringing home ladies like they belonged there, the hatred inside her building stronger and stronger with each cheap woman entered her mothers home. As time for school showed up, she calculated just running away.. Junior year wouldn't mean anything to her without her mother.. Cheerleading meant nothing without her mother![/center][/font]
