Post by BIANCA CALDWELL on May 25, 2009 3:18:37 GMT -8
BIANCA MIRANDA CALDWELL
I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE
character name: Bianca Miranda Caldwell.
nicknames: Bee, Bianca-bee, Bumble Bianca/Bumblebee, Babybee.
age: Twenty-one.
gender: Female.
sexuality: Straight.
pb: Jeisa Chiminazzo.
THE LONG WINDING ROAD
occupation: Model
residence: Black Diamond Estates, with Brooke.
been in vegas for how long and why:
FULL OF EXCITING STORIES
likes:
dislikes:
personality:
OSTENTATIOUS
ENIGMATIC/LAYERS OF FACADES
ROMANTIC AT HEART
FIERCELY LOYAL
DEBAUCHED
fears:
secrets:
goals:
WHEN I GET HOME
family:
andrew jacob caldwell ;; father ;; fifty-two
melinda elise caldwell ;; mother ;; forty-seven
amanda isabella caldwell ;; older sister ;; twenty-five
mason lucas caldwell ;; twin brother ;; twenty-one
history:
pets:
max ;; parrot
FROM US TO YOU
ooc name: Katie[/blockquote]
age: 18
years roleplaying: far, far too many
other characters: nada
how did you hear about us: adminlove
roleplay sample:
Despite Andie's adamant and unwavering belief in love and all it's powers, whether fate and things like soul mates existed was a topic on which she was entirely ambivalent. On the one hand, the notion that her life was predetermined and completely in the hands of someone or something else terrified her. She by no means believed in God, but the lack of conviction for a higher power definitely didn't rule out the possibility that life was serendipitous. But her fear functioned in several conflicting ways. Not only was she afraid that her fate rested in the hands of an outside force, she also feared that everything in life was pure chance, as well as feared that everything was in her hands. What if life was simply aleatory? That one uncontrolled, cataclysmic event started, and from there whatever happened was not only out of Andie's hands, but out of anyone's hands; the fates, those her surrounding her, a higher deity, or anyone else. What if life was made up of nothing but going with the motions and coincidences and contingencies? This idea was just as frightening. Then there was the final fear that chance nor destiny controlled her fate, nor people around her, but her and her alone. If the fates did control her life, it meant that she was destined to be abandoned by those she cared about. It meant that everything she felt in her heart about Xadrian was a lie because it would mean that the two weren't supposed to be together. It would mean that she could give up all control now, and nothing would change. If life followed an aleatory pattern, it meant the exact things as fate would, only that there was no control whatsoever for either the good or the bad, which was as bad if not worse as life resting in the hands of a stronger force. Lastly, having absolute and complete control over every aspect of her life meant Andie ViGarro was a failure. That her insecurities and her heartbreak and everything that had happened with Xadrian, and every other future mistake, would be her fault, and just give her more reason to hate herself. If this were the case, it would mean that every mistake Andie had ever made had an effect, and that in spite of what the common cliché suggests—pencils do not have erasers.
Thoughts like these were what haunted Andie every second of every day. She had never told anyone of the way she viewed life and the way her mind never stopped whirling about, creating new philosophies and implanting the roots of complexes that would only grow over the years until it no longer mattered what controlled her life, because theses complexes overpowered everything. People knew that Andie was an immensely flawed person, riddled with countless fears and insecurities; but did they know why? Did even her best friends truly know her? Did they know that she abhorred the taste of alcohol and only drank it either socially or to quell negative emotions when they grew too strong? Did anyone know that she highly preferred doing her nails herself or by a friend than to getting them done by a professional manicurist, because she viewed that as a time to let loose and spill your guts? They knew she liked going to hair salons, but hated getting her cut, but did they know that the reason accounting for this was that her hair was the one thing she loved about herself and feared losing even inches of it until absolutely necessary? As irrational as this fear was, it had been something Andie had carried around since she was a young child, yet was still undiscovered to this day. There were countless other things about her that no one knew or would ever suspect, but she had no one to share them with despite how much she wanted to at times. But as she drew closer distance-wise to Luke and he wielded a pack of cigarettes to let her know that he didn't view it as a flaw to smoke and neither should she (at least that was Andie's inexplicable gut reaction to the act), a thought out of nowhere that made no sense at all but at the same time all the sense in the world popped into her head. These two people had never had a face to face conversation. They knew nothing about each other save for the fact that they each knew that the other had been in therapy at some point, and vaguely why. They knew what relationships the other shared with people in Riverside. Luke knew her brother, he was dating Sammy, he was average friends with Xadrian, and basically everyone else in the town loathed the very core of him. There was so much more to know about him, and just like everyone else, there were countless things for Luke to know about Andie, and that's the thought that hit her like a freight train: Luke may be the person to finally let see who she was in full.
Of all people, Luke Johnston was the first person she had ever even remotely considered to let see everything there was of her to see, more than she even knew existed. This, in truth, made no sense in her mind. But it didn't matter because for whatever reason which she couldn't even begin to explain, there was something unspoken there as she approached him and the picnic accompanying him. At the risk of sounding completely effusive, there was a connection on a deep level which she'd never shared with anyone else; not another stranger and not her very best friend. Maybe he would be the one to understand who she was and why she was that way. But maybe he wasn't. How have you been? Without a doubt, those four words when combined formed the most insipid sentence known to mankind. There was only one way a person could really respond, which was by saying that they had been getting along fine, or something else that was very similar but still included that mundane four letter word of fine. But, as always, Andie refused to answer the question that way. So she simply smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, both were actions that could speak volumes more than any verbal answer ever could to a question like that. She couldn't blame him for asking it though. Had he not, she probably would have, or something close to it. Small talk was a natural human response in situations such as first meetings, it couldn't be helped really. She loomed over him for a few short moments as he began to lay out the assorted items of food he brought, before sinking down on the blanket next to him. Her pale blue eyes glossed over them as he asked her what she thought, and she then shot her eyes up to him and turned the corners of her delicate lips upward slightly. "I think... this may have the potential to be the best picnic I've been to. Granted, I've only been to maybe four including today... but still..." she trailed off, hating herself more and more with every word she uttered. Whatever connection she felt, maybe it didn't matter. Maybe he had better things to do than sit her and forge something completely profound with her, and assuredly if he did or if he didn't, Andie would stumble across a way to fuck it up.
She once again glanced at the food, focusing on the beer for just a moment, trying to decide if this would call for an exception and either be one of those social occasions, or perhaps a flood of overwhelming emotions. For now though, she ignored the alcohol. What was there to say that wouldn't either come off as clingy, sentimental, and desperate, or as inane and uninterested? 'You may be the one I've spent seventeen years I've spent wishing for to help me believe that it will all be alright.' Hah, no. And small talk was simply out of the question. Then again, why did the outing have to being with conversation? "Um, I'll... be right back," Andie stated as she pushed herself up from the blanket and to her feet, bringing her bag with her. She set her eyes on a public restroom several hundred feet down the beach. Normally she'd flat out refuse to go in one, but the occasion called for it in her mind. And with that, Andie set off down the sand at a pace somewhere between a jog and a sprint, every few seconds casting looks back at look as she ran. Once inside, as hastily as she could muster, she rummaged through her purse, procured her bathing suit and changed into it in a very rushed manner. She then set off back toward Luke, her yellow dress in hand and her bikini now being the only thing to cover her petite figure. She stopped at the edge of the blanket, set her dress and shoes on the material and began to gnaw on her lip, focusing all her attention on the only boy on the otherwise deserted stretch of beach. Fearing that he may have thought she had run out on him, a glint of guilt and apprehension lingered in the eyes that were gazing down at him, almost entranced. She said nothing, but tilted her head in the direction of the ocean just in front of them to imply exactly what it was that was on her mind.
