Post by maritza wesson on Jul 11, 2009 22:00:47 GMT -5
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bonjour, my name is MILLIE. i've got SEVENTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for TWO YEARS
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name , maritza adel wesson
nicknames , ritz, ritzy
age & date of birth , twenty & june eighteenth
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
band/position , revolution studio make up artist
played by , sierra kusterbeck
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height , five feet, one and a half inches. don't forget the half
weight , in all honesty, ritzy avoids scales because she doesn't want to get a complex. she's probably somewhere around one hundred pounds, even.
tattoos and piercings , both her ears are pierced four times each, her nose is pierced twice (seriously). she deosn't do tattoos, though.
distinguishing features , she's really clumsy, so she's typically covered in bruises. and her hair changes constantly.
physical flaws , as said earlier, she's always covered in bruises and is pretty short. she also has a long scar on the back of her right leg and the front of her knee from a fourwheeler wreck and the resulting surgery to repair the cartilidge behind her kneecap.
personal style , more often than not, ritzy will probably be the tackiest looking person in the studio. the thing is she does it on purpose to give people somethign to talk about so she can laugh at them later for it. she loves the bright colored denim jeans and crazy scarves and huge sunglasses. typically, her outfit is the first thing she picks up that's clean. but apparently that's the style now. she has her days when she'll dress nice and actually make sure she matches or wear skirts. it's not very often, but it's amazing when it does happen. as for everything else like make up, hair, and jewlery...she doesn't really care. hm...funny, considering she's a make up artist and all...
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likes , junk food, experimenting (with make up on other people), scarves, funky hats, dancing like an idiot, spastic people, loud music, cameras, cheesy pick up lines, summertime
dislikes , being cold, itchy clothes, vegetables, being talked down to, her height, tall people, sitting still, having nothing to do, fourwheelers, dead baby jokes
strengths , making people look pretty, dying hair, making people laugh, incredibly loyal, opinionated
weaknesses , little kids, brown eyes, short attention span, has a hard time being serious, funny guys
fears , fourwheelers, the dark (you know, pitch black, can't see your hand in front of your face kind of dark), dying young
overall personality , you know those people that are honest to a fault and in your face? maritza's one of them. she doesn't mean it in a bad way, it's just the way she is. it sometimes makes people avoid her, but that's no skin off her nose. she's very outgoing and friendly, though. she loves talking to people and cutting up and acting like an idiot because it's just so much more fun than being an uptight, serious freak. She'll do anything for a laugh or to just say she's done it. she's also quite a bit of a tomboy, which is kind of funny considering she does make up and all that for a living, but that's what she loves about it. it makes people give her silly looks, and she thinks it's absolutely hilarious.
on the flip side, ritzy's easy to upset or anger. she's your stereotypical version of a girl whose mood changes as often as her hair color. she does her best to keep it from happening, but she can't help it. yes, she has a slight mood disorder so deal with it. or not, it's your loss. ritzy gets mad as easily as she gets upset and will snap at the drop of a hat. guy or girl, she doesn't care; she'll go after you swinging. she may not look like much, but she packs a punch. she's not the type to hold grudges though, so she tends to get over things easily and go on with her life. of course that just makes people wonder too. she's just a little loopy.
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hometown , savannah, georgia, usa
father , tyler wesson, fifty one, unemployed (injured his back on the job and gets diability)
mother , dafne matius, fifty, job unknown (left ritz and her father after ritz turned one), biological mother
diana wesson, forty-nine, nurse, step-mother
siblings , winifred patterson, twelve, step-sister
pets , none
history , totally optional. aren't you lucky?
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password , zune
roleplay sample , School had a bad habit of becoming too much over the course of one week for quite a few students, Maritza Matius especially. Her teachers had deicded it would be a good idea to load up on homework and made their lectures even more boring, as if they sensed that she was getting tired of them even though school hadn't been in session too long. Maybe a month and a half, two months. However long it was, Ritzy felt herself coming down with an early case of senioritis, as horrible as that sounded. Most of her older friends said that senioritis didn't hit until about half way through the year for them. So she was just strange and experiencing it a little early. The whole not wanting to do any work thing would work out so much better for her if her teachers would just cooperate. But, of course, they didn't.
This particular Saturday was one of the times that she was avoiding her work at all costs. She had some problems in Caclculus and had to edit a paper for English, but she didn't care. She could do the problems tomorrow and it wouldn't take her fifteen minutes to revise that stupid paper anyways, it wouldn't be a big deal. Instead of doing her work, Ritzy asked one of her friends to walk around Federation Square with her for a few hours and just hang out. Normally, she would have asked Derrick to come with her, but she felt like having some girl time for one. Hard to get when you hung around a bunch of guys all the time, though she blamed Derrick for dragging her along with him when they were around.
So after a few minutes in a taxi, Ritzy and her friend Tracey found themselves walking around the square aimlessly. Ritzy was reminded why she preferred hanging out with the guys over Tracey and the girls; the guys were actually funny and all the girls cared about was talking about their hair and guys. Don't get her wrong, Ritzy loved messing with her hair and guys as much as the next girl, but to talk about that all the time? That seriously irked her for some reason. Of course, though, she was the type who preferred to talk about video games and choir. Because she was a failure at trying to fit in with girls, honestly. She was shocked she even had gal pals at times.
Ritzy pulled her hair back in a messy bun to get it off her neck in the heat, making a face. The pair made their way towards the ice cream shoppe on the corner after Ritzy made the statement about how that would be good to cool them down. The line was relatively short, which was almost a bad thing as the shoppe was so cold and welcoming compared to being outside, and the two were handed their ice cream cones within a few minutes. Ritzy licked her chocolate ice cream as they walked out and continued roaming the square for no apparent reason. Tracey was going on about how she should have gotten some kind of low fat ice cream, this would just go straight to her hips. Ritzy honestly could care less about whether or not her food was healthy as long as it tasted good, but that was just her. If more girls were like that and ate whatever they wanted without worrying about calories, they might be a hell of a lot less cranky all the time.
After a few minutes of walking and Ritzy pretending to be totally interested in whatever Tracey was going on about, the brunette spotted someone standing outside the art gallery. The guy looked familiar for some reason. After thinking about it for a few seconds, it hit her. He was a student at Cross Plains. She had seen him at a few games before. She had never actually talked to him, but he seemed stand-offish and full of himself anyways, so she really had no desire to talk to him anyways. She spotted the ciggarette he was smoking and shot a look at him once she and Tracey were close enough to be seen. "Hey, you know smoking kills. right?" she asked in an almost serious tone. "Going through a rebellious stage or just wanting to be a complete dumb ass?" Okay, so she was being rude. It wasn't normal for her, but she made exceptions for Cross Plains students.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
