WEILER, LENA VANITY

[serenity]

vanity lena weiler.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. vanity lena weiler
stage name. edith
nicknames. none
age dob. twenty, december sixth
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actor
hometown. liverpool, england


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot nine
eyes. blue
hair. brunette
build. athletic
distinguishing featuresdimples
play-by. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. boys, sex, coffee, grapefruit, citrus drinks, rainy days, photography, clothes, shopping, drawing, dancing, singing, partying, surprises, doing her nails and hair, new stuff, guys with accents, traveling, uggs, northface, brand names, purses, accesories, books, magezines, friends, snow, dogs, texting

hates. snobs, bitches, hoes, backstabbers, carrots, sour foods, trying new things, humidity, chipped nails, bad hair days, liars, hypocrites, wannabes, politics, lawyers, arguments, clip on ties, fake nails,

quirks. nails on a chalkboard
aspirations. become a youtube sensation, get into an ivy league school, get married
secrets. did drugs at thirteen and lost virginity early
personality evaluated.
Vanity cares little for what others think of her except for people she wants to manipulate, most people like to refer to her as a bitch. Which, I guess, isn’t far from the truth. Vanity certainly has her bitch moments, and they definitely are not few and far between. More like many and close together. But it’s really just the way Vanity grew up to act. Her mother was far from winning any Mother-of-the-Year awards. She disliked Vanity’s attitude growing up, but she wasn’t much different, so she felt she couldn’t reprimand Vanity without the risk of being called hypocritical. Thus, causing her to grow up not showing any respect to authority.

Another predictable characteristic about Vanity is that she’s conceited. Growing up with a famous father and a supermodel mother doesn’t exactly pave the way for humility. She’s gorgeous and she knows it, which is both a flaw and a perk. Not many girls spend more time in front of a mirror than Vanity Weiler, rest assured. She likes to look perfect at all times, and is mildly obsessed with her hair. This need for perfect appearance runs into her sense of style. You will rarely find Vanity sporting a pair of sweats and a t-shirt; she doesn’t do low-key. She’s the absolute best at finding styles that are right for her body and always carrying that matching handbag. This desire for perfection doesn’t necessarily mean she dresses like some coordinated Sunday school girl. On the contrary, she favors skinny jeans, revealing tops and high heels.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. david weiler, 52 , surgeon.
mother. emily weiler , 40 , vogue ceo.
siblings. n/a
pets. 0
other family. none
history evaluated.
Vanity was born into the lives of David and Emily Weiler in the outskirts of England. She was their only child to be born in England. Vanity was born June 5th and raised in a prominent rich area of England. Her parents watched her grow in their Elizabethean typed castle that they put every cent of their money worths into. Vanity had a very typical childhood like most, but just had a little more than the average child. She didn't hang out much with her parents because they were either home very late or never at home at all. Instead she was intended by her maid Alice and her butler James. Her parents expected very much from these two, because while they were gone, it was like have two sets of parents. Alice was a irish-woman who was quite strict when it came to children and didn't believe in horse-play. Her parents agreed on this, but they were a little more flexible when it came to things such as leisure time. But, in Alices point of view everything was strict and demanding. As well as Vanity's education was put forth in her childhood. Vanity begin getting homeschooled at the age of two and had memorized all her alphabets at the age of 3 and was beginning to learn how to read and write.

Alice was really strict on the matter that they all had to learn before they actually did begin to attend school. Vanity wasn't fond of Alice since she didn't really let her experiance much of a childhood during her younger years. She was expected to not sink lower than a B+ and to always think of herself as the better one even in a class full of brainers. Vanity on the other hand wished to only be able to hang out with her friends and do things that other childs would consider to be fun and worth her time. On the other hand, Alice did begin to loosen up and let her have her free time every now and than, but it was never anything special. Free time was usually spent reading or perhaps knitting something. Vanity hated it with a passion, but refused to complain to her parents while they were away since they had better things to deal with. At the age of six, Vanity was finally put into a boarding school with her brother. She was once again away from her parents and her Maid.

THE MIDDLE,

Vanity and her cousin spent the rest of their lives in that boarding school. Even at the age of seventeen she could still see the new six year olds coming into the play area where she use to play and share snacks as she did. But, boarding school was a lot different than it was back at home. She didn't have to wake-up at five in the morning to do morning prayer or things like that. Classes started a nine'o clock and than she would just be ready and all showered up. Her days consisted of classes and than a few break areas where they were allowed to leave the campus area and go where ever they liked. This is where Vanity first started getting her wild streak. Because of the fact that her Maid Alice refused to let do anything that she considered "fun", Vanity was finally given that oppratunity and she took it with every chance that she got. But, of course there were loads of consequences that came with it.

There had been numerous occasions where she had skipped classes to go to parties or perhaps just to sit back and drink. Than there were the times where she showed up to class with extreme hangovers and several complaints from teachers. Her parents of course did find out about this and when they did, she got one heck of a yell from it. They weren't fond of her getting in the way of her own education. Alcohol had taken advantage of her for the most part and ruined somewhat of her reputation with her teachers and she lost loads of scholarships. Her parents weren't happy with what was happening to the family name and in the end they ended up moving. Her mother and father all had to start new lives once again and with the fact that she barely graduated and had no idea what to do, was quite sad. Her father had suggested several things, but everything needed lots of work and education and time. All of these, Vanity was not willing on using. She wanted something that would come easy to her, but also something she would enjoy. Flipping burgers at the nearest burger joint was far from appealing.

THE PRESENT

It was a average morning that day that she had recieved a phone call from one of her mothers clients. They were interested in offering a job that paid well and could possibly end up being her profession. Of course Vanity being hopeless at this point she decided to agree with the offer. Her modeling career took off. She was starting to be seen on billboards and commercials and before you know it even on magezines, but the easy trip did enter a narrow path. Being in the hollywood spotlight really did end up being a pain in the ass when you really tasted it. There was paparazzi everywhere and that caused her to feel uncomfortable. She was not allowed to gain much during her time of production or anytime for that matter. This started to drive her crazy because there were times where she felt light headed or woozy.

The need for food had also risen into a cause for her eat a lot but still not gain a lb. This lead to her beginning her bulimia. To her this was something that was normal for a model to do and since everyone was doing it she decided to jump on the bandwagon and go on with everyone else. Of course though, it had major consequences. She was expected to go to check ups because her throat was always infected and she could barely speak. And with her weight dropping so fast, she was not even able to be considered a model because of her rib tight stomach. Of course, that didn't remain that way, she eventually did turn around due to her mom's speeches and lectures about her health. It was a big change in her life, but her diets aren't that better.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. serenity
years of rp experience. four
other characters. none
how did you find us. caution
roleplay sample.

Madison was sitting on her chair back at the dorm as she finished her conversation with Jeff. It was the longest one she had , well at least with him. They hadn't seen each other in a while , so the chances of it happening again could possibly be very slim. She wasn't sure if he had even left that conversation open for her. There were other girls that he talked to , like Tamara , but she was surprised that he had not ignored her. Not that she expected it. She wasn't chafe like most girls were around this age. It was funny how some still thought as crushes as something huge that you could keep hidden forever. But it wasn't. They weren't everlasting because now if you didn't make the move than you lost your turn. If your fortunate than your crushes paths could possibly crush once again , but what are your chances? And why would you take it?

Thats what Madison was trying to avoid. Having given the chance to finally hang out with Jeff might not happen again and with the holidays coming up everyone seemed to be engaged in whatever it was they were doing. Rather they were looking for last minute presents or planning a get-away trip , things around here always seemed to be unpredictable. So maybe she was going to take a while getting dressed , but there was nothing wrong with being fashionably late. Unless of course your sense in fashion was dull and didn't need the time and effort that you spent in order to get the outfit ready. Madison did have her moments when she was called a pronominal brat , but it was not always her fault. There were times when people triggered her to the point where she wanted to explode. Is it really her fault that she was not patient about things and always had something to say? Alright. Thats a rhetorical question.

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Madison had been at her computer for about ten minutes before she had even bothered to take a look at the time. Why? It was already dark , and before she would have been in a rush to beat the sun before it decent ed under the horizon , but since that had already happened there really was no other reason to. Running her slender fingers threw her curls , she placed her hands against her chair as support as she stood up. Unwieldy at first , she didn't noticed how long she had Instant Messaged Jeff. Probably an hour or two , but she was not counting. Sliding her feet against the wooden floor she made her way up to her oak closet. Standing at about five foot eight she looked at the top shelf knowing she was not able to see above it. All her winter clothes had been pushed back because when she arrived here it was fairly warm. Of course that had changed and she had not bothered to pull them down. The night air did look cold , but she already had a pair of 'Love Pink' sweatpants and her North face jacket was in the closet , so she didn't see a point in changing.

Grabbing her cellular off her wooden desk, she made her way down the oak hall of the dorms. There laid her boots lined up as usual near the door. Slipping her feet inside she could feel the warm fur against her smooth skin. Walking along the hallway to wards the closet , she grabbed her jacket off the hanger. Arms out she slid her delicate wrists inside each sleeve as she got ready to leave. Gloves already in her jacket she made her way out. Door shut , she skipped down the few flight of stairs before making it outside. The air was chilly , nipping at her face as she walked along the cobblestone path. There were no sign of people as she continued on to the boy's dorm. It was her luck that the guys dorm was not that extended from hers. The door could be seen from a few feet away as she walked inside.

She was curious about what his dorm looked like. Most guys that she had seen were quite messy and had no intention of ever cleaning the place up. Of course thats how guys were bred to be , or thats what it look like anyway. They weren't like dogs or anything , but that was the first thing that came to mind as she climbed the steps toward his dorm room. Lined in a hallway she scanned the numbers before reaching his. "Here we are." , she thought. Knocking against the cold material she waited for an answer. "Glad to see you. Have any trouble on the walk?" Madison smiled as he greeted her , she was surprised that she had made it this whole way without failing attempt. Watching him close the door behind her she scanned the house. It was clean to her surprise not that she had any doubts. Well just a little. "Well , it was alright." , she said to him. "I'm here aren't I?" , she said as she unzipped her jacket.

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