Post by verdoodle on Jan 31, 2012 14:52:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] AERON LOUSIA KOWALCYZK  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname Aer (pronounce Air) birthday 16/02/1989 place of birth Warsaw, Poland gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality Polish membergroup tourist play by ginta lapina |
| [cs=2] likes: I like walking through city streets and taking pictures on my digital SLR Nixon camera. I like to feel the warm sunshine and air on my skin over the bitter cold. I adore birds and the colors of their feathers and I am jealous when they take flight. I like my profession as I travel around the world year by year, almost like a nomad who has no home. I love the sea and the marine life, but I don’t particularly enjoy littered beaches of soda cans and remaining bits of cardboard food containers. dislikes: I dislike the paparazzi and how often they follow me around and take my picture as if everyone in the world must know I went to a bar with my friends while visiting them in Los Angeles. I dislike burning my mouth on pizza, coffee, or hot chocolate. I dislike cemeteries and the thought of dying; I am a coward. I dislike going to premiers for movies with rich actors as a lot of them are very bland and do not treat me kindly as a man should. On top of all, I dislike bad manners – especially while dining. personality: I have been told I am reserved, but that I have a very friendly personality once I am adjusted to my company. I have been told I am very caring and that I listen well when someone needs to vent out their emotions as people do often need someone to talk to. I have been told meaner things that I am a bitch because I will put my job first if the women around me want to start a tiff. I have also been told that I manipulative, when I truly do not use anyone – if an opportunity arise, I do take it. I myself feel that I am lonely, because no one will love a traveling woman. I also feel that I have a personality disorder, but I am too scared to have it diagnosed. I am afraid of the medicine. family: I have my father who works as a baker with my mother who runs the storefront back in Warsaw. I have no other siblings. I am an only child and I was adopted by my parents, my biological mother is actually my mother’s sister. We do not speak. history: My biological mother wanted to be an actress, a singer, living for the fame. She did was any woman without any sense of self-worth would do and slept her way with then, Poland’s producing mogul, to the top. When she found out she was pregnant, he sent her away on a “vacation,” which was a trip to the country side until I was born. She gave my little infant self to her sister, unable to have children instead of letting me live with complete strangers to her. She called me Louisa, my middle name and my parents chose to name me Aeron. I am their child, not the wife of Poland’s producing mogul. They are selfish and do not share with anyone. They put money aside for me, but I do not touch it unless I find myself between a rock and a hard place. I would not rely on it otherwise. I went through school being known as a timid little blonde mouse, but my friends came in numbers and I was very dependent on them. School was the same story for many, a lot of the days I was miserable and other days I made fond memories I still hold now. When I was seventeen I was scouted for my unique face and was flown to New York City to meet with a modeling agency. Immediately smitten with my facial and body structure, I finished my schooling through “home schooling” and started modeling. I do not own nor rent my own place to live. The only thing I have to my name is a cellphone, my laptop, and my clothes. I have never been in a relationship, still untouched by the lips or other body parts of a man. I will settle one day, but until I have a partner who supports me and I support him, I refuse to do it. The road is long, I try to stay strong carry on, but sometimes it gets tough and I don’t know why. ver - 18 – pepsi-cola. |
