AMOR, california lola

[nymph]

california lola amor.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. california amor
stage name. california amor
nicknames. cali (NOT CAL)
age & dob. twenty-one, may 22
gender. girl
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actress
hometown. barcelona, spain


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'8
eyes. grey
hair. brunette
build. model
distinguishing features. tattoo on her foot
play-by. adriana lima

/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.
- physical contact
- affection
- girly drinks
- laughing
- flirting
- boys
- fashion
- romance (movies, books, etc)
- magazines
- blogs
- kids
- charity
- acting
- muscular guys (big on an over all scale as well tall, big hands, big feet, big.... c: )
- music
- diversity
- marilyn monroe
- helping others
- making the ones she loves happy
- reading people
hates.
- people who don't like her without knowing her
- people who discriminate against her because she's has a pretty face and a lot of money from the parents (PRETTY GIRLS SUFFER TOO! C:)
- bugs
- rejection
- people acting like they are above her
- being left behind
- being called stupid for the way she acts
- anyone judging anyone before they get to know each other
- being assumed that she has slept with everyone
quirks.
- has no personal boundries
- doesn't know what a real relationship is (aka may be the one banging your boyfriend)
- her boobs
- she has some kind of disorder i don't know what it is though
- she can take any insult you throw at her with no reaction, it's not like your doing anything. your not the first person to call her that
- low self esteem
aspirations.
- find a husband
- have a child
- be taken seriously
secrets.
- was anorexic 8th grade to 12th
- rejected by her family
- in her parents' eyes she is not their daughter, just a charity they donate a shit ton of money to
personality evaltuated.

charming

Amani is very charming; ever since she was a little girl she learned to give people compliments before she decided she did or didn't like them. She hated the thought of giving no one a chance to be liked. This is very helpful now because she can easily point out the good traits in anyone, although this does make her a tad naive, but not stupid. She is also a very touch oriented person, she tends to touch people or hug them without actually knowing who they are because she hates hand shakes. Although none of this is to the extent of creepy and she definatly knows the right time and place to do such things.

mad

By now, Amani must sound like an angel sent from above and that nothing has never happened to her, but you couldn't be more wrong. Though out high school she had troubles with the very rich and snobby girls and boys of the school; her dad doesn't know she exsists and is very wealthy; she has been left many times and finally she is alone in hollywood. From the ridicule she suffered in teen years she immediately snaps when she is being seriously insulted by someone she actually knows, and usually says something when she sees it happening.

boy crazy

Amani is boy crazy, very crazy. She is a good flirt and knows what to say and do to get a boy for a night. The female crushes on just about everyone she meets, although most are never serious. She doesn't sleep around very much, but isn't exactly a prude either. Through her first serious expirience with a guy she has a very good sense of what is supposed to happen and what is not when it comes to guys, her mom's boys have also been a great example of what not to look for. Although, she has a strong sense of romance and likes matching up people but can also fall very fast and very easily, which tends to mess up her good male judgement.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father.
benson derek leighton , fourty six , actor/ stand up comedian.
mother.
tyne valerina day , fourty four , aspiring singer/ song writer .
siblings. n/a
pets. cuchi & cuchi , toy sized maltese , puppies.
other family.
history evaluated.

Amani was born on May 22 twenty one years ago to Tyne Day in the San Fernando Valley. The father wasn’t known until her mother did some very serious thinking. Who was the guy she was with nine or so months ago? After Tyne did a lot of thinking she remembered who it was; an actor, a very famous actor named Benson "Benny" Leighton. Although even after Tyne knew for sure that it was her child's father, she never told him. She knew he wouldn't be suited for a child, and after all who would want to help out some chick they got pregnant from a one night stand? No one.

Amani grew up in the San Fernando Valley; which was the home of the cliched "Valley" girls. She wasn't as wealthy as many of the girls in her classes from preschool all the way to senior year graduation. Her mother was an aspiring singer/ song writer, and she did weddings, clubs, parties, and basically anything else you could get paid for to send Amani to the school. Although the other classmates seemed to look at her as homeless. The kids seemed to take to Amani, she was quite the ball of fun, but some of the parents didn't take to her mother and referred to them as "homeless". A few of the mothers of the now first graders held a fundraiser for Tyne and Amani saying they needed a house. Although they actually did give the money to Tyne and Amani, thinking they would spend it, Amani and Tyne donated the large sum of money to an actual homeless shelter.

Amani believed from a young age that everyone was just as important or unimportant as everyone else. Amani's skin tone was also different than the majority of the population in the private school, but her mother enforced her own upbringing upon Amani, hoping that her daughter wouldn't become one of the bitter Valley girls herself. Amani did have her friends; she actually had plenty, many more than the girls and the mothers that were mean to her and her mother. Although her friends did seem to have some sort of obedience to the ultra rich girls of the grade(who were the girls that disapproved of Amani). In sixth grade this obedience turned into something like a clique, and Amani focused on her mom and school work. The sixth grader might have listened to the same music as the girls she went to school with, talked like them, and even dressed like them(not to follow, it was just the style) she and the girls definately said they were not in the same group.

Dating started in fourth grade, although it was kiddy stuff, but in sixth grade people became more open about it and there were actual week to two week long couples instead of few hour ones. Make up became something that was manditory, but some, like Amani, started in fifth grade.Amani was 'developed' for a sixth grader, and now she began to notice that the boys noticed it. Instead of hearing the girls saying she was ugly, she heard the guys saying she was hot. The guys flirted and the girls became jealous. One of the considered 'prettiest' girls in school decided to join Amani for lunch instead of the usual clique; they were joined by a few guys and they bonded over lunch and flirting. The next day a few more girls joined the table along with all the cute boys of the sixth grade and the weights seemed to shift to their side. Amani was popular, although she wouldn't dare consider herself a "Valley" girl.

Amani never had any problem with people and boundaries before, and she didn't then either. She wouldn't have any trouble getting close to guys at all. The brunette actually dated many of the guys in sixth and seventh grade, but befriended all of them first. The relationships were light and fun; Amani was the one that gave a good portion of the grade's boys their first "real" kiss. She didn't seriously date anyone at the private school. In some of seventh and all of eighth grade the dynamics seemed to change; more and more people began to date for more than a few weeks, and cliques all seemed to beginning a new as many were ready to leave for high school. Amani and her pretty friend went different ways.

Paying for the private high school was a struggle for Tyne Day at frist, but a week after the first payment, she became instantly popular as a wedding singer among the wealthy of the Valley; which helped her pay off the high school fees. This made Amani's money issue less strained and allowed her to buy almost double the things she could in middle school, although she didn't buy designer clothes until high school. Amani's freshman year was a breeze; there were parties, new friends, more races, new boys, drinking, and a much more relaxed atmosphere, for all the snobby girls went to a all girls "ultra rich" school. Amani had a few things here and there throughout her freshman year, but she didn't really date, just as most people didn't in freshman year. Amani signed up for stuco and participated in her first play, even though the role was minor.

In sophomore year, she dated several guys, but only one would be considered note worthy. Amani dated another stuco member, Nick Dellouise who was actually the Vice President of the class, but also one of the most popular guys in school. This might sound stereotypical, but it wasn't. He was very popular among the girls, he wasn't really the most attractive male ever, but he had a good personality and a good body to match. They date from the end of Sophomore year until she met an new student from Africa, Ade(ah-day) Ekundayo(eh-koon-day-oh). He was moved to France when he was 10, and then moved here at 17. Ade was very intelligent, he knew three languages, English, Yoruba, and French; although he had difficulties with the english of the "Valley". He had a tough time with the "likes" and "totally"s. He was a westler, and a very good one. Although, he was smart and athletic, Amani was one over by his calm personality, strong morals, and independance.

They started out as friends, and her trying to flirt with him and him pushing her away. Amani did this to many people, and Nick knew that. Ade was put in several of Amani's classes. Amani's partying and boyfriends(now boyfriend) had been getting in the way of her studies, and being on stuco you had to remain above a C average. His strong points were her weak ones; she was forced to get a private tudor at the end of first quarter to stay on stuco and unfortunately for her, he was chosen. Nick was very uncomfortable about this, but Ade strongly and in an almost intimidating way reassured him. Amani kept quiet. Right before the end of the quarter, Amani was home alone and she heard the door bell ring. It was Ade, and all he did was stand there stoically, in the rain, at 9 o'clock on a Sunday. It immidately broke Amani's heart, next thing she knew they were makeing out on the couch; later she found out some of his extended family in Africa were murdered in a massacre.

That next week was increasingly awkward for the both of them, but it went to hell when Ade apologized to Nick for making out with his girlfriend and, apparentally, falling in love with her. This started the fight that would remain in the rumors of the school until it was shut down. Both men were very fit, although Nick was a very slinder runner who worked out a lot while Ade was a muscular westler. After both suffered multiple swings, Ade pinned Nick until he was controlled. Amani was absent; she was in the bathroom crying. Although Nick was the sweetest thing she ever met, Ade somehow beat him out. She heard someone knock on the door to the bathroom and then heard his african accent.

A week later her and Ade began to secretly date, and several months later it was public. Nick and Amani were once again friends, and he seemed to agree it was better that way. It was a very close flirty friendship. Her and Ade were wonderful and with their share of conflicts. While at the mall one day in February of Junior year, she was noticed and was asked to model for some clothes. It started her modelling career that eventually became a acting career. Ade disagreed with this completely, thinking that her body was his, although she feverishly disagreed, and she promised not to do anything that involved the lacey bra and undies that were under her clothes; even though he hadn't even gotten in her panties, no one did. It was shocking to most people when she told them because she seemed so flirty and physical. It wasn't Amani who stopped them, it was Ade; he wanted to remain to his morals.

While they were on a private date at her house while her mom promised to be out until they were finished, Ade handed her an engagement ring. Marriage was young in Africa and sometimes even arranged; he felt blessed with Amani and wanted to have her until death do they part. She being the naive and loving girl she is, hastily accepted. That night she said she loved him for the first time as his wife and convinced Ade to sleep with her. She disguised the ring as a necklace and put a chain a through the hole in the ring, and then she told everyone the diamond was fake. At his 18th birthday he dropped the bomb on the two families, since it was a secret engagement party as well. The whole group of families took it very well. They planned a summer wedding, but it was interupted. Ade was asked to return to Africa to replace his murdered uncle at a refugee camp, and Amani could not go with.

They sent letters for all of senior year, and her last one was sent with her engagement ring. Amani couldn't hold on anymore. Throughout this period her modelling career supported her, but once and only this once she was asked to drop several pounds; Amani left. She refused to change for anyone. With everything going on in the brunette's life she barely finished high school; she was done with it by the end of Junior year. At the end of senior year she said bye to her friends, but instead of college she continued her modelling career, only going to those that never asked her to change her weight. Soon she began to do minor roles in tv shows and films. Although minor, she was noticed by fellow actors/tresses and crew as the best personality on set. These roles turned into recurring roles, and then turned into Life Intertwined.

Through the years, she hasn't forgotten Ade, but believes that you should love everything that give them all equal chance. Amani has had trouble finding someone else, but loves seeing love around her whether she is part of the relationship or not. In Life intertwined she plays the rebellious and flirty Georgiana Hale-Ryder who is married to another male lead. Although among the cast members and crew, she is just bubbly and stupid, which, sadly, is the way that Amani likes it. She is the Valley girl that learned a new trade.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. britney
years of rp experience. 3/4
other characters. none quite yet
how did you find us. siddraaaaa
roleplay sample.

N ausea, light headedness, and a great deal of pain all just seemed to emerge from Brandi’s head. Her stomach wasn’t the issue; it was her mind; so confused and filled with heaviness. This strain just pulled at her night and day; there were things she tried to forget but never could. This caused her torture, antagonizing torture. It, in fact, made her blind, to things much more than sight can give. Underline things that gave her the understanding she once had. Brandi still the same, had changed, dramatically. Her confidence had become a barren need to command the room and be mean. Her talents were now an embarrassment and singing was no longer there; when she tried her voice cracked of humiliation and no words came clear because of the tears that would immediately escape her eyes. Love and lust had become the soul thing that created this disaster that had become her life; love had become a friendly annoyance with her past. Lust had become her sin, her pain, her need. This is the life that Brandi James now led.

T hat morning Brandi woke up in a bed different than her own, it smelled of man, raw and utter power. This smell this girl was especially familiar with, for she had been here before many times. It was always the same; she was scared to open her eyes, to first truly see the breathing human that lay next to her. One eye opened, just barely, but this was all the sight she needed as she began to analyze this room. It was a dorm, there were banners of various athletic teams scattered across the wall. Only one was important to her; he was on the college football team. Now she felt it was safe to look at the man that she had spent the night with. He looked charming, just has if he were a prince, the jaw line that seemed to be carved by an angel, a soft five o’clock shadow, and deep brown wavy hair. If this female hadn’t been so painfully reminded of herself by looking at the softness of his face, she would have had him years ago, but a prince wasn’t what she wanted.

S he sat up quietly, hoping not to disturb him; her soft face hovered over his. Brandi gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry, you’re a little out of your league.” She whispered with a once familiar taunt that covered her voice. Brandi shifted her feet to the floor and pulled herself up. She looked on the messy floor of the college dorm. The female shuttered in disgust as she grazed the dirty carpeting for her belongings. All she found was her under clothes, seductive reminders of what they did; a small bra and thong lay torn in the corner, obviously thrown there. The experienced girl thought nothing of it and began looking around for a large shirt or article of clothing. Now she remembered her coat there was a black trench coat she had worn over the clothing. Her eyes swiftly scanned the room with complete focus. There it was lying on the counter; she swiftly and elegantly walked over and grabbed it, quietly putting it on and made sure her cell phone was there, than she sauntered over to the door where she slipped on her six inch black pumps.

N ow her face bare, nothing concealing her emotions. Brandi glanced back at the boy with a solemn smile on her face, the one no one ever saw, and said in the same sadness, “The only reason I’m out of your league,” she almost stopped herself, “is because I can’t even remember your name” She turned around and her hand grabbed the door knob and began to turn, as she walked out of the dorm with not even one glance to his angelic face, “Good-bye, baby.” Her whole body paused, a smile rose on her face, and began moving but her lips, “you are my would have been.” Then she walked out, closing the door behind her. Brandi Ashlyn’s delicate hand reached into her pocket for a pair of sunglasses and her cell phone. It was a little after ten, she read just before putting the big sunglasses over her eyes. Brandi began to walk; this was the walk she was known for. Her hips moved as if she were a burning flame, back and forth, teasing whoever lay eyes on it. Without a movement from her head her eyes looked at the numbers placed on the doors, Ashley’s dorm was on the level under this, and she desperately needed a ride to her home.

E ven in six inch heels and an overbearing head ache walking up the stairs was never a problem for Brandi; she had practically lived in them since thirteen. The staircase led her to the floor below, and she walked her sexy walk attempting to remember the dorm number. Then she remembered it was the first dorm. Brandi walked down the hall way to the opposite end of the first floor where her friend’s dorm was. Brandi had this presence that made her look good, it was wonderful feeling she gave off as she would pass people; even though this aura faded over the years, she knew some of it still remained. Especially when people looked at her, it wasn’t ever in bad intentions, it was in curiosity. Her soft hair flew back as she seemed to glide to her destination. The knob on the dorm was unlocked as she twisted the door open. Brandi walked in with her skinny little outfit with her skinny little legs, her blonde hair, and that commanding power of her’s. Her ears wear filled with the blare of the TV as she closed the door behind her. “Hey Ash, baby, please give me a ride home” Brandi was greeted by three seemed to be dead souls. “Oh…” she smiled. “None of y’all could ever rebound like me.”

A shley sat herself on the arm of Jace’s chair. Her hair was messy and raw, much like her looks. Jace was sitting next to her in the actual chair. He looked horrid, he was defiantly not his usual self; a bruise lay on his cheek, and his clothes messily undone and wrinkled. Tristan was naked completely absent of any clothing on his body. “Fuck” she almost yelled. Brandi immediately looked away; the female had always found him a tad sleazy, and not attractive enough for her tastes. Her mind screamed at her, wanting her to nurture Jace. She was one of the few that knew how, they had spent many nights together. Although her heart screamed the opposite, leave him. The quick thinking Brandi decided not to wait until she decided to finally move closer into the room. “Plus I might need some clothes” she muttered, hoping Tristan wouldn’t hear.

T han her eyes met with Jace’s; there was desperation, pain, and alcohol running through his face. It was obvious and painful to see, it hurt her. She noticed her flirty smile had gone and a straight face replaced it. What has he done to himself? She bent her waist to his level. “Fucked up, Jacey baby?” She smiled with no good intentions, lifted her sunglasses from her face revealing the hurt in her eyes. This was the solemn face no one ever saw, it was painful to see, so much torment and pain rustling inside this little girl. She looked at him for several seconds with this same cold look. She hoped he wasn’t too drunk to see this. Swiftly she moved her glasses back where they once were and she sat back up and looked at Ashley with a little impatience, “Well?”

[ciara]