Post by ali on Dec 14, 2011 16:40:25 GMT -5
felonee adrianne legendre
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's felonee legendre! i go by fel too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty one & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from los angeles? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, work is calling. see ya'! history Felonee was born into wealth, there was no question of that. From a young age she had learned that she was a lot more privileged than most children. She grew in a way that made her believe that she was better than others. Course, this wasn't the fact, but she believed so. Felonee blew through school, and most of her friends called her Fel, it was just easier to say. She tended to get straight A's, course, it was debatable as to whether she earned those grades or if it was because of her Father's hefty contributions to her private school. Christian Legendre was the owner of Legendre Law Firms, one of the largest law firms in California, and her mother being a plastic surgeon, well, I am sure you get the point of what kind of hefty donations he was making. Things were easy for Fel, and they probably always would be. It didn't take long for the girl to start using her body as a weapon, sleeping around, partying, getting every guy, and everything she wanted. Course, she was still that way, so I guess it wasn't just a phase. personality Well, most would say Felonee is a bitch. Which, she is. She doesn't want to hear your sob stories, or your pity party tales; she doesn't give a crap about them. She has problems of her own she has to deal with, and yours are not main priority to her. However, if you have proven a good friend to her, she will be your best friend. The girl you could trust with your deepest darkest secret, but if you betray her, be prepared to have your life ruined. Fel is also a whore, she admits it, and knows it. She enjoys sex, and tends to have more than one partner at a time. Relationships, just really are not her thing at all. She doesn't have a lot of one night stands, more on the lines of friends with benefits is what she enjoys. You could say that she is snobby and be safe. She knows what she has, she also knows she inherits it all. She has a trust fund that she receives every month that is six figured, to say the least, she had a reason to be snobby. So this is Felonee, in a nutshell. | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
Felonee sighed softly, the smell of cheap perfume, and liquor wafted to her senses. One thing Fel hated the smell of was cheap perfume, though the alcohol was good here, and the men were normally hot, so Felonee just dealt with the little things that disheartened her. Her blue eyes peered down at the mahogany bar, letting a nail brush against it softly. Her delicate hand raised the glass to her lips once more, running her spare hand through her black hair. Another sigh escaped from her as she glanced around once more, still no one of interest to catch her eye. She knew it was only a matter of time, but Felonee has never been a patient woman. She wanted everything yesterday. She had always been that way, and ever since she got famous, she had gotten a little worse about it, having gotten use to get things in a timely manner.
Felonee was a model. She was damn good at it too. She wasn't the type of model who could only do runway, or only do photos, she could do it all. She was booked often for men's magazines, women's magazines, runways, and high fashion photo shoots. She was enjoying her life, of course, her life had always been enjoyable. She had grown up rich, very rich, and had always gotten everything her heart had desired. Felonee barely even had to ask, and it was granted to her. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe she was the bitch she was, but either way; Felonee Legendre was who was she was, and she was never anything but herself at all points in time. Felonee was never fake, nor did she lie. If she did not like you, she would never waste time telling you about it, and why she didn't like you.
Course, Felonee hadn't always been a rotten bitch. At one point her money had made no difference to her, she was a sweet girl. A girl you could talk to, a girl you could consider your best friend, and a girl every one wanted to be. She had rarely been rude, she had gotten excellent grades through out school. But after being screwed over so many times it became hard to stay a nice person. Nice people got walked on, and Felonee was definitely sick of being walked on. Felonee didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was now the woman who did the walking on people. Not everything was glitz and glam, but for the most part it was; and she loved every second of it. The clothes were amazing, the food, the liquor, the houses, and the money, everything suited her just fine.
Felonee heard a familiar voice that brought her out of her stupor. She looked up and smiled as he spoke, laughing out at his words. He definitely had not lost his charm. Course, she knew him well. They had been childhood friends, and had always been close except for when their careers had taken off. They had drifted apart, as did most people when their lives changed. She had missed him though, and she smiled warmly, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling. "Chance Caine huh? Nope... Don't recognize the name... sorry." she shrugged and took another sip of her drink before chuckling softly. "How have you been, darling." she smiled as he kissed the top of her hand. It was nice to see him, for it had been a while. And hey, he was breaking up her boredom till she did find a guy who did want to take her home..
olivia wilde | elite | ali
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