WINHOUSE, sonnet lily

[desirae]

(c) guilty pleasure
sonnet lily winhouse.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. sonnet lily winhouse
stage name. blondie OR shooting star
nicknames. N.A
age & dob. nineteen & 06.23.90
gender. female
sexual orientation. bisexual
career. tv actress -cough cough- night tv..
hometown. south africa


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'9"
eyes. blue
hair. originally brunette, dyed blonde
build. slender, amazing hips
physical flaws. a odd shaped head, and plush lips that are a little too plushed.
play-by. candice swanepoel.

/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. dancing, music, life, family, singing, laughing, pictures, food, goofying, fashion, braclets, cell phone, black, finger nail polish, christmas, guys, snow, thunderstorms, cuddling, old movies, cars, alcohol, partying, dancing, food, fashion, her looks, holding hands, relationships, debates, horse back riding, obama, guys, male models, guy fashion, sundresses, summer dresses, skirts, levi jeans, calvin klein, heels, green, vitamin water, sprite, tennis, laughing, monk, tv, ice cream, running, working out, gym, wendy's, photos, long hair, winne the pooh, children, skiing, snow, the cold, heat, the beach, nudity, winning, not caring, politics, animals, puppies, snow cones, iceys, gum, surfing, shopping, rain, love, singing, ponytail holders, mineral makeup, blue eyes, r&b, rap, hannah montana, disney channel, little mermaid, cinderella, coffee, caffeine, jolly ranchers, lifesavers, life guards, her hair, her legs, vogue, gossip, seventeen, teen vougue, scarves, flats, sandals, french manicures, pedicures, ben & jerry, sushi, steak, friends, inside jokes, losers, nerds, family guy, wii, guitar hero, sleeping in, soccer guys, tennis guys, baseball guys, football guys, junk food, jokes, IMing, texting, big sunglasses, traveling, hot accents, hot chocolate, chocolate, apple cider, hot apple cider, new york, rome, chinese food, italian guys, subways, jerry springer, muary.
hates. slutty girls, catty girls, bitches, being told what to do, lisp, catfights, mudfights, guys rolling their eyes, cats, people keeping secrets from me, spiders, heights, tripping, doing a dance move wrong, selena gomaz, whores, alcoholics, drugs, rap music, most country music, too much tv, small towns, not being crowded, quietness, liars, yo momma joks, bad music, smoke, demi lovoto, judging mcclain, racist, small shoe, falling, heights, zits, media, old clothes, clowns, being locked in a closet.
quirks. twirling her hair around her finger, popping her gum, rolling her eyes
aspirations. become a doctor, get out of her line of wok, settle down.
secrets. porn star and been in a hit and run.
personality evaltuated.

"The way I was raised its not very shocking that I turned out to snap at a few people. Its just the way I am. I have this short temper that goes off constantly. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, and most people know that about me. I am a very blunt girl, with this spunk attitude. I will be all your ugly, and not have one souce of remorse. Sometimes though, I feel bad about it. Its not like I want to be, but what happened to me in my childhood so I bark at anyone I think I can hurt. Its how I protect myself from getting hurt first. Plus my barks are worse then my bites.

"Standards in my case means a lot of things. Even though I came from a dirt poor back ground, I have standards high. Not like the guy I'm with have to be all rich, but a little classy wouldn't hurt. The way the look and talk is a big part of everything as well. Plus, I won't just sleep with anyone. I'm not another one of the whores in Chester Bay. Other standards meaning I expect nothing but the best when it comes to fashion, my own clothes, and modeling. When I moved to live my grandparents home I couldn't help but learn some things from them. This is probably another reason why I tend to be bitchy sometimes.

"Even though I can be real bitch, I'm a super nice girl. I do care what people thinks of me, even if I have this tough girl act on the outside. What most people I just met don't get to see is the side, unless I'm working and meeting new models. People at school who annoy me won't see this side, but catch me on a good day, you'll know that I'm kind at heart. I just have bad times, and people don't, and won't ever know what happens in my younger years. So I might fake a smile, but I'm still real nice at heart. No matter how much I'm annoyed by others, and how easy I can get pissed off.

"Stated this before that I could be bitchy, thats no lie. I don't care about it either, everyone should know about it, or heard about it some where. Still at my age I'm am mature, but I also likes to have fun. I don't go aorund having sex with all the guys thats cute, if I did the popparazzi would eat that up. All though I'm a porn start. Still I love go out and party, be myself, hang out with friends. So maybe I don't have that much hot sex like other girls at Hallington, but I sometimes goes to parties. Sometimes I even gets into fights, some with my friends, some with people I don't know. This for the fact that I'm no afriad to speak my mind. So I am mature for my age, but she is also rowdy, and a risky girl. I'm a risk taker."



/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. drake kyle winhouse , fifty three , president of family company
mother. prestley lee winhouse , forty nine , retired
siblings. none
pets. toy poodle, shiloh
history evaluated.
hello, i'm sonnet. okay, this sounds pretty lame already. hm, i should talk about my lifestyle, and the riches i have in my bank account. this is even lamer...and lamer isn't even a word. yes, i finished high school ! lets see, i don't have journal entries, so i'm doing this all on the top of my head. so bare with me, alright. so my mom. shes a total bitch, but you have to love her. i mean i can take her out to the club and she just might get more numbers than me, isn't that horrible. it doesn't matter though cause shes a whore, and always flirting with my boyfriends. i just laugh at her, and tell her to back up. we just laugh at stupid things, that's the kind of relationship we have. now i only take her out to the club like once a month, but when i do she tends to want to stay out longer than i do. shes a partier. people love her cause she has that hey what you doing personality, and befriends everyone. guys love her cause well shes hot, that's where i got my looks from, and well my career. shes a retired supermodel in south africa, which is where i' from. i have the accent and everything, but this isn't about me, yet. my mom is confident and loyal, and demands attention when she enters the room. when i said she is a bitch, she is. she has to have things her way or the highway, no doubt. it gets pretty annoying actually, and i just try to ignore it as much as possible.

my daddy, hes the best daddy ever. like he spoils me so much its sad. i can't take him out to the club like i can my mom though. i'd take him out to the country club or something. which is cool because usually the two of us play a tennis match or swim, so its a good work out for me. even though my dad is in his fifties, he is still a champ at tennis, i can hardly ever when. sometimes we even do doubles which is great cause we are paired up, so we crush the other team. my dad loves to play golf too, but i don't. so if i go i just end up driving the golf car, and looking cute. sometimes his co workers sons come and well that's always enjoyable. my dad and i are probably even closer than my mom and i. i mean obviously im close with my mom, but i mean i call my dad like every day just to see how his day was. i don't do that with my mom, at all. my dad is actually not from south africa, but from new york city. his parents, my grandparents, have this huge company that he end up running when they retired. he went to south africa on a business trip, which is where he met my mother. though they are divorced now, it really doesn't affect me. i never actually thought my parents has loving one another, they were just attracted to one another, the lust making them think it was more.

my grandparents adored my mother. one, she wasn't using them for their money. my mom was a uprising model, and was bring in her own money, and not even that, but my mother dad was a widow, but had his very own wine company business. my family were bring in the dough. my grandmother and grandfather loved this, and supported my daddy. they even was excited that he was moving to south africa to be with my mother. so when i was born they flew in to see me, and of course they loved me and wanted all of us to move to new york. not happening, we stayed. i was a baby, i didn't mind. my grandparents were frustrated but accepted my mothers wishes. i grew up in south africa till i was about ten, and then ended up moving to new york to be with my grandparents, and all that. it was for the best since the company origin was in new york city. my mother no longer cared cause she was done with modeling, so we moved with no second thoughts. i got a nice close bond with my grandparents, and my grand papi from my moms side moved to new york with us, cause we all loved him that much.

i was ten when we first moved from south africa. it was different way different. being teased was what got to me the most kids are vicious, i know that now, i didn't know that when i first attended a private school. i really didn't know who i could trust. i mean one minute a guy was like hey, and the next minute he was like ugh. now only the guys but the girls. i mean they were way worse. i was from south africa, all they really cared about is that i was from africa. they thought i lived in a tent, where i saw lions all the time. they wondered why my name wasn't something shalockaboocolockafoo, something crazy like that. i mean really. they would even ask me why i wasn't darker, racist much. i mean i couldn't stand them when i first got there, and i didn't stop there. i mean i got worse in high school. i mean i got friends over the years, and attended the same school. its just those kids got smarter and wondered if i had some kind of disease. it was pretty harsh, i had a tough childhood and teenage life when i was at school. which was like twenty four seven since it was a boarding school and i only went home on breaks. when i did go home it was awesome. i mean being with my family, and going shopping. shopping could cure any broken heart. the only problem was my mom and dad were getting a divorced. i wasn't really like what ! omg ! i hate you ! it was like ohh finally. sounds bad but when you were around them when they were fighting it got pretty annoying. now they don't fight, they just hook up. its pretty gross thinking about it, but its life right.

lets see, whats next. maybe the fact that i'm bisexual and how my lovely family members took that. okay so at first it started off as drunk hook up with women, or girls, whatever you want to call the female human race. it just happened when i was a senior. i just happened to be going out a lot more, and well i was binge drinking. i would hook up with anyone, like guys or girls, and teachers. it was pretty crazy once you think about it now. the day after was horrible, to see the person you just had sex with, especially when it was a girl. i mean i felt awkward and just wrong. it just happened and when i woke up i really didn't feel anything towards those girls, well or those guys the next day. thats what made it worse though. though when i went back to new york from school when i see girls on the sidewalk i was like oh shes pretty, but i always thought that. this time it was different, a hmm what kind of underwear does she have on? thats totally different and well i started hooking up with them and well when i was sober. so i knew i had to tell my parents, i was into girls. i mean it was totally different cause i was boy crazy. now i was liking girls, and girl crazy. i knew i wasn't a lesbian cause i was still very much in love with guys. i would probably die if i had to give up boys or they'd disappeared from earth. so i first told my mom, she is more laid back, and well she was like oh..i see...wanna go pick some up tonight. haha, it was pretty epic that she said that, and well thats what we did for the night. my dad was more like what the hell prestley. he even made me talk to someone, cause it was apparently just in my head. but he soon came to realize i was serious. my grandparents didn't care, they were far from old fashion, and my grand papi was probably like my mom. he had said something about us picking up girls together. my family is pretty awesome.

though dad was a little more okay with it he moved us to colorado. it was all part of his scheme, i was just like uh okay. i really didn't care, new york city was getting overrated, and i heard there were a lot of band guys in colorado, so i was like whatever. so we moved and well i lived on my own, i was eighteen and had graduated from school. i didn't have to stay at home or do all of that stuff with my family anymore, but i love them so usually go to their house to eat for dinner. that's just who i am. i attend a college, and well im nineteen. i'm pretty old now, it sucks. but oh well. this is my last year of college before i go to med school. i'm a pretty smart kid, well smart when it comes to some stuff, not all. i still hook up with girls and guys, and well im just really focused on my own thing. i don't care what people think of me, or all of that. I'm outgoing and loud. its my way or the highway, just like my madre. i love to have fun and hand out with friends. thats what i like the most, hang out with my friends, and well reading. it sounds weird for me, but i do. oh yeah, and don't forget, i'm a porn star. i kinda got dicovered from a sex tape that wasnt suppose to get out, and it did. i didn't want to start wite career, but the money pays well. i also moved to california for the heat


/ christmas came early for me

alias. desirae
years of rp experience. about two years
other characters. none
how did you find us. sid
roleplay sample.

egypt should instantly know what to do. Her sister sometimes chocked on her food, this couldn't be any different. Besides the fact that all she did was ask a simple question, and now had the man chocking on a piece of his burger. It was new for her, scared her a little. If he died would she be blamed? She couldn't be. Watching him take his drink like a smart person would do if they were choking, but it didn't really help. He continued to choke, and she continued to stare at him in amazement. The sitution wasn't a funny one, and Egypt didn't go around thinking "oh I wonder how funny it is to watch someone choke." If she could actually get out the state of shock, and help the poor guy out. When she even came somewhat close to getting out of it, and helping him out, it seemed to get louder, and she became fragile. She felt hopeless, and very sorry for the guy who had to get stick with someone who couldn't even help at a choked man, she could say dying if no one even helped him out, including herself.

----- she hated feeling fragile, helpless, useless. Her sister had sometimes chocked on her food, when she was eating too fast, and took too big of bites she sometimes chocked. She went into straight motherly mode and would help the piece of food come out. Usually a heavy hand on the back, or a squeeze of the abdoman. That was her sister, she was trained by her nurses on how to take care of her. So far she had done good on caring for her, and never had she frozen up like a popsicle. Okay, thats a lie. Her first time when something went wrong she did, but after that she had went straight to action. Not wanting to risk in the lost of her sister because of something she could have prevented. Like this man right in front of her, choking on a Burgers King burger. The stenio was pretty funny, but she shouldn't actually be thinking about that right now. Blinking the thoughts away about her sister and how this could be a funny scene if he wasn't actually choking. Her blue eyes widen, and her hand moved to pat him on the back, but the food didn't come out. Jumping at the poudning on the table by the older man, she hit him on the back older. She could probably get out all her anger on him, which wasn't the best thing to do, he was a stranger. She didn't want him to die, so she yelled for help. It seemed like everyone were just watching, like she was doing at first, too shocked to move. Some just surronded them like idiots, she would laugh if the chunk of food landed on their face.

----- egypt tried to help, but it seemed like everything she did wasn't actually working, and it seemed his chocking got louder, worse. She was a little worried about what the heck was going to happen, and the fact that no one was really helping her out pissed her off a little too much. Would she have to do mouth to mouth? Luckily she knew how, all due to her sister. Looking over to see a homeless person move through the crowd she was happy for assistance but frowned when he was just looking on the cart. Egypt hoped the guy didnt buy anything too expensive because how the guy was looking he was about to steal something. She could just tell, but she kept looking at the guy. Her blue eyes went back and forth between the homeless guy, the cart, and the stranger. She baweled her fist up, and puded against his back, hoping the food would come up from his throat. The homeless person started throwing stuff out, and she gasped a little. She didn't know iff she should stop helping the guy, or grab his stuff that were getting thrown out his cart. Maybe the guy choking took the homeless person cart, it could be like his collecting cans cart or something.

----- egypt watched as underwear flew in the air, and she laughed a little. Especially when it landed on someones table. That was pretty gross like, good thing they were still in the package. Watching the man take beer and run, she looked at him, and at the guy running, back and forth. It was just beer and you could always buy more. She rested her hadn on his shoulder firmly, and started really poounding on his back. Egypt could tell that he was pretty mad just by his reaction of pounding on the table. She wanted to yell at him to just spit up the piece of food and forget about his alcohol being taken.

[anna]

everything is fine, it's just that a porn star isn't necessarily a career.
well it is, haha. she can only be a film or tv/film actor or crew member
here though, it's all in the heirachy thread. (:

[anna]