Post by Zoe Carlisle. on Jul 21, 2007 23:37:50 GMT -5
Zoe Annabelle Carlisle
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Sample Post:"Crap."
Whispered words, headaches. She'd have to change her shift or quit her job in order to go on functioning even haphazardly. I.e. not stumbling over her words and breaking things like the just-shattered coffee mug she was cursing at. The most recent in a series of attempts to stay awake was foaming across the linoleum--A vanilla latte with extra espresso shots, the second of the night. Mugs of black coffee, later and later, past midnight, til 1, typing up an essay on Joseph Conrad, a story she'd stumbled through on a night similar to this one, folding down her laptop only when the tinkle of bells on the door snapped her out of her plasma-screen induced trance. Amazing how one could change from loving her brand-new laptop with heart and soul, to cursing every time she opened it or pressed spell-check. It was times like these she wished that the eyesight-friendly, dimmed, warm lights were fluorescent and glaring, demanding her attention and countering the friendly comfort offered by the chair behind the counter...she'd spent the last week ignoring its whispers; "That literature degree is not worth it... The customers can serve themselves..." Etc. etc. etc.
Thankfully, Ian had come early, and she'd thanked him profusely, explaining, probably nonsensically, that she'd just finished a 12 page long paper while making coffee for the cities sleepless, one of whom was saving her life; if he'd been able to get to bed that night she would have been stuck for another three hours serving very early morning customers.
And now here she was, that hateful laptop dragging one slim shoulder down with it's weight, parceled up in an already weighty canvas messenger bag, decorated sparsely with a couple of peace-sign buttons, some hand-sewn patches of flowers and bluebirds. Her Radiohead hoodie felt too warm even in the cool air. She would have considered taking it off if only that didn't involve lifting the bag off her shoulder. The baggy, corduroy pants were warm as well. Her sandaled feet felt dewy, contrastingly cold with the rest of her as she slogged through the too-tall grass of the park. The buses weren't running yet, so walking the 20-odd blocks back to her apartment was her only way of getting home... if she walked along her usual bus-route maybe one would arrive at some point. Fingers crossed.
She stared at the playground, at the mist that the cool semi-morning-time was making across the ground. The perfect time to be attacked by a werewolf... Usually thoughtful, doe-like brown eyes were only dull and fatigued, eyelids heavy with thick, dark lashes, where drops of condensed water were gathering slowly. A heart shaped face sported light freckles on lighter, paler skin. Full, pinkish lips pouted subconsciously, unhappy in their present situation; they needed chap stick. Dark brown hair, portions bleached out against their will by the sun, overshadowed the remnants of various rainbow colored dyes she'd gotten sick of, but hadn't completely eradicated. At present it was tied into a scraggly, increasingly damp ponytail, with strands of red and orange mixed in with the brown hanging/sticking on the left side of her face. Anna touched a pale, tired hand to these, considering the simple motion of tucking them behind her ear. Too much effort... instead she dropped her hand and slogged on, watching disinterestedly at the lightening of the sky that signaled a slow-moving and impending sunrise.
Back To The BASICS
Full Name: Zoe Annabelle Carlisle
Nicknames: Zoe, Zoetoes.
Age: 17
D.O.B: March 17, 1989
Gender: Female.
Grade: 12
Original Appearance: 11.
It's All About YOU
Celebrity Portrayal: Zooey Deschanel
Physical Appearance:
Zoe looks like what she is—a ballerina. Standing at a nondescript 5’4, the girl fits into jeans anywhere from a size zero to a size 4, depending on brand name. Her small frame has always been a feature--teachers used to question whether or not she was being properly nourished. It had to be explained that she was, despite all the efforts of a doctor and nutritionist, chronically underweight, although puberty remedied her somewhat-- she now weighs in at about 110-115. She is delicately featured, with a sweet, heart shaped face inset with a small, WASPish nose and a pair of giant blue-grey eyes. These are framed by a set of long, dark eyelashes that only serve to accentuate her look—deer caught in headlights. Zoe’s hair serves the same purpose—it contrasts starkly with her light skin to create a fairly shocking effect. Her hair is a deep, dark brown that appears almost black in some lights. It reaches to just below shoulder length and falls in natural waves. However, depending on how she feels that day, Zoe has been known to straighten it. Her skin, along with her eyes, has been described as her best feature. Smooth and not prone to blemishes, her complexion is creamy and even, with light freckles dusting her nose and cheeks during the summer.
Clothing Style:
Zoe considers her sense of style sophisticated and understated, but fashionable nonetheless—as clothing goes, she usually opts for the more conservative, choosing dark jeans, usually bootcut or skinny. She usually opts for solids over prints, but makes exceptions for peasant florals and lacy things. Many of Zoe’s clothes are either pastel or dark shades—indigo, navy (her favourite color is blue). She also harbors a deep affection for vintage, and can be found at estate sales year round. Shoe-wise, Zoe has always opted for ballet-flat-esque shoes, and was thrilled when they came into vogue in the last several years.
However, despite Zoe’s love for the simple, she does own the odd grungy band tee, and professes to adore a pair of ripped old bellbottoms, her most comfortable jeans.
Personality:
Zoe’s always been regarded as the shy girl. She’s occasionally been accused of being aloof or snobby by her peers. She isn’t exactly socially inept, and has always managed to be fairly popular without trying. However, it’s always been a challenge for her to bond with anyone on a non-superficial level. As a result, truly truly close friends for Zoe are few and far between; social interactions, to an extent, are for her the search for someone she can really enjoy herself with. She enjoys spending time with people and is always willing to partake in a conversation or hang out. When Zoe gets comfortable enough with someone to really really be herself, she can become very opinionated, in her own soft-spoken sort of way.
Having been raised by an architect and an art critic, Zoe has a lot to say about art, literature, music, the state of the world, etc… and, like the vast majority of teenage girls, she can be really silly when she lets her guard down.
An aspiring ballerina, Zoe can be kind of a perfectionist. She dedicates large amounts of time not only to dancing, but also to making sure her homework is done, etc and so forth. Again, as the daughter of NYC socialites, Zoe has a psychoanalyist. Predictably, he has attributed her dedication to ballet as well as her occasional lows to unresolved resentment involving her parents divorce. He has also noted, and pointed out to Zoe that her tendency to remove herself from situations (cool, calm, collected), in order to avoid getting hurt, has resulted in a certain level of apathy. This is the only conclusion he has come to that has made Zoe nervous—since then she’s been more concientous about trying not to detach from things emotionally.
Likes:
Lilacs.
Dance. (Ballet, some modern)
Antiques. (Particularly Bureaus, Music boxes, and clothing.)
Shoes.
Public Transportation. (The French Metro, The NYC Subway System)
Literature.
Poetry (T.S Eliot and e.e cummings in particular)
Soft Carpeting.
Being Barefoot.
Music.
Mellow Dogs.
Writing.
Dark Chocolate.
Lakes.
Painting.
Art.
Reading.
Travelling.
Biking.
Children.
Long Conversations.
Wit.
Dislikes:
Jane Austen.
Obnoxious/Cocky Boys
Cliquey Dancers
Dry Skin.
Soda from a can.
Cell Phones.
Messes.
Her Mother.
Bravado.
Overall Flaws:
-Chicken pox scar on her collarbone.
-Tendency to close-off emotions
-When she gets mad, she just ignores people. It can get kind of out of control.
-She sometimes doesn’t eat when she’s stressed. Psychoanalyst notes her desire to maintain control of her life—v. typico developing eating disorder. Nothing serious. Yet.
-Stresses easily.
-Can be judgemental and slightly elitist about peoples taste in art, music, political beliefs, clothing style or choice of hobbies, although she tries not to be.
-Zoe is an introvert--the fact that she takes longer to be herself around people sometimes leads to the conclusion that she's boring. (Don't worry, she isnt.)
Pets: Sadly, none.
Financial Status: Wealthy.
Clique: Scholar, Wanderer.
It's All BEHIND You
P.O.B: Surrey, England. But actually New York, New York.
History:
Zoe was born in Surrey, the well-known, scenic suburb of London. Her mother was, at the time, the curator of the Surrey Museum of Modern Art. However, soon after Zoe’s birth, her parents made the decision together to move to the states. Therefore, Zoe’s first memories consist of the penthouse on the upper west side of New York City that she grew up in. With her mother making money and gaining notoriety as an acid-tongued art critic and her architect father jetting around the world working on various commissions, also gaining notoriety, Zoe was left to the care of a long line of Au Pairs, mostly college students who needed the money. Her favourite was a fashion-design student named Kendra who taught Zoe to french braid and to manicure and pedicure her nails, among numerous other thrilling occupations. Amidst the memories of nail-painting, chick-flick-watching, homework-helping etc, all of which included the Au Pairs, Zoe has incredible memories of her parents; her mother sweeping off to galas and art openings, her father bringing her gifts from around the world. According to her parents, paramount to Zoe’s education (which was being seen to at a prestigious all-girls prep school in the city) was culture. Therefore the girl remembers attending art openings, Orchestra hall, the Metropolitan Opera and the New York City Ballet, as well as an enormous amount of theatre. There were also the family vacations—skiing in the Alps, one summer trip to Egypt, returns to London to visit friends, etc.
Zoe’s parents also indulged her urge to dance from the tender age of four. Zoe’s lessons have been going on for over a decade, and have only mounted in intensity. When she entered high school, Zoe was dancing four nights a week on top of her schoolwork.
At the age of thirteen, Zoe’s life was subject to a sizeable upheaval—her mother met a twenty-seven year old up-and-coming artist, someone whose work was not unlike that of Andy Warhols, an artist Zoe now claims to hate. Although their relationship lasted only nine months after her parents separation, Zoe’s mother removed herself to Paris permanently, and a divorce was forthcoming. Zoe remained in New York with her father, and, despite a sizeable resentment towards her mother, spends the summers with her in France, in yet another beautiful apartment, this one overlooking the Seine.
Zoe spent a year and a half more living with her father in New York before starting high school at the International School in Geneva, Switzerland. While in Geneva, Zoe made several friends who remain relevant parts of her life--her summers in Paris include a lot of visits from three members of her old school specifically: Nora (from Latvia), Madelaine (from France), and Johnny (From Los Angeles). While in Geneva, Zoe also had a boyfriend—one Paulo, Italian, dark-haired, typically beautiful and artistic. Sadly, Zoe’s growing dedication to ballet and tendency to alienate people drove Paolo to break up with her. Although not necessarily heartbroken to the point of anything awful, it was largely due to the break-up that Zoe decided to look for a school in the states where she could continue dancing closer to home. The search led her to Roanoke, and, newly advised by her shrink to cut off a day from her dancing, Zoe began attending school here at the beginning of eleventh grade, taking dance in the town of Roanoke only three days a week.
As a result of her time in Geneva, Zoe is fluent not only in English, but also in French. Currently she's pursuing Latin with fervor, and has managed to make at least one friend to rival her closeness with the above international pals.
Family:
Jonathan O'Brien, 47, architect.
Felicity Carlisle, 42, art critic.
Other:
Music Zoe likes:
Iron and Wine
Gregory and the Hawk
The Beatles
The Velvet Underground
Vivaldi
Bach
Benny Goodman
Neutral Milk Hotel
Cat Stevens
Gordon Lightfoot
Neil Young
Bright Eyes
Carla Bruni
Regina Spektor
Stereo Total
Cat Power
Cocorosie
The Eels
Gorillaz
Kimya Dawson
Haley Bonar
Feist
Dashboard Confessional
Ben Kweller
Imogen Heap
Beck
Animal Collective
Of Montreal
Bob Dylan
Belle & Sebastian
Architecture in Helsinki
Jonothan Richman & The Modern Lovers
Aqua
Badly Drawn Boy
Bjork
The Flaming Lips
Moby
La Grande Sophie
Jorma Kaukonen
Joni Mitchell
Leonard Cohen
The Magnetic Fields
The Coral
Sondre Lerche
John Lennon
Manu Chao
Rufus Wainwright
Simon & Garfunkel
Mason Jennings
The Owls
The Proclaimers
Modest Mouse
Rilo Kiley
The Smiths
The Shins
The White Stripes
Scott Joplin
Kris Kristofferson
Johnny Cash
Wilco
Behind The Mask
Your Name/Alias: Sars or Sarah
Years Roleplaying: 6?
Joining Password: *admin edit*
How did you find us?: Affiliate w/ other sites, I was browsing.
Sample Post:"Crap."
Whispered words, headaches. She'd have to change her shift or quit her job in order to go on functioning even haphazardly. I.e. not stumbling over her words and breaking things like the just-shattered coffee mug she was cursing at. The most recent in a series of attempts to stay awake was foaming across the linoleum--A vanilla latte with extra espresso shots, the second of the night. Mugs of black coffee, later and later, past midnight, til 1, typing up an essay on Joseph Conrad, a story she'd stumbled through on a night similar to this one, folding down her laptop only when the tinkle of bells on the door snapped her out of her plasma-screen induced trance. Amazing how one could change from loving her brand-new laptop with heart and soul, to cursing every time she opened it or pressed spell-check. It was times like these she wished that the eyesight-friendly, dimmed, warm lights were fluorescent and glaring, demanding her attention and countering the friendly comfort offered by the chair behind the counter...she'd spent the last week ignoring its whispers; "That literature degree is not worth it... The customers can serve themselves..." Etc. etc. etc.
Thankfully, Ian had come early, and she'd thanked him profusely, explaining, probably nonsensically, that she'd just finished a 12 page long paper while making coffee for the cities sleepless, one of whom was saving her life; if he'd been able to get to bed that night she would have been stuck for another three hours serving very early morning customers.
And now here she was, that hateful laptop dragging one slim shoulder down with it's weight, parceled up in an already weighty canvas messenger bag, decorated sparsely with a couple of peace-sign buttons, some hand-sewn patches of flowers and bluebirds. Her Radiohead hoodie felt too warm even in the cool air. She would have considered taking it off if only that didn't involve lifting the bag off her shoulder. The baggy, corduroy pants were warm as well. Her sandaled feet felt dewy, contrastingly cold with the rest of her as she slogged through the too-tall grass of the park. The buses weren't running yet, so walking the 20-odd blocks back to her apartment was her only way of getting home... if she walked along her usual bus-route maybe one would arrive at some point. Fingers crossed.
She stared at the playground, at the mist that the cool semi-morning-time was making across the ground. The perfect time to be attacked by a werewolf... Usually thoughtful, doe-like brown eyes were only dull and fatigued, eyelids heavy with thick, dark lashes, where drops of condensed water were gathering slowly. A heart shaped face sported light freckles on lighter, paler skin. Full, pinkish lips pouted subconsciously, unhappy in their present situation; they needed chap stick. Dark brown hair, portions bleached out against their will by the sun, overshadowed the remnants of various rainbow colored dyes she'd gotten sick of, but hadn't completely eradicated. At present it was tied into a scraggly, increasingly damp ponytail, with strands of red and orange mixed in with the brown hanging/sticking on the left side of her face. Anna touched a pale, tired hand to these, considering the simple motion of tucking them behind her ear. Too much effort... instead she dropped her hand and slogged on, watching disinterestedly at the lightening of the sky that signaled a slow-moving and impending sunrise.
Back To The BASICS
Full Name: Zoe Annabelle Carlisle
Nicknames: Zoe, Zoetoes.
Age: 17
D.O.B: March 17, 1989
Gender: Female.
Grade: 12
Original Appearance: 11.
It's All About YOU
Celebrity Portrayal: Zooey Deschanel
Physical Appearance:
Zoe looks like what she is—a ballerina. Standing at a nondescript 5’4, the girl fits into jeans anywhere from a size zero to a size 4, depending on brand name. Her small frame has always been a feature--teachers used to question whether or not she was being properly nourished. It had to be explained that she was, despite all the efforts of a doctor and nutritionist, chronically underweight, although puberty remedied her somewhat-- she now weighs in at about 110-115. She is delicately featured, with a sweet, heart shaped face inset with a small, WASPish nose and a pair of giant blue-grey eyes. These are framed by a set of long, dark eyelashes that only serve to accentuate her look—deer caught in headlights. Zoe’s hair serves the same purpose—it contrasts starkly with her light skin to create a fairly shocking effect. Her hair is a deep, dark brown that appears almost black in some lights. It reaches to just below shoulder length and falls in natural waves. However, depending on how she feels that day, Zoe has been known to straighten it. Her skin, along with her eyes, has been described as her best feature. Smooth and not prone to blemishes, her complexion is creamy and even, with light freckles dusting her nose and cheeks during the summer.
Clothing Style:
Zoe considers her sense of style sophisticated and understated, but fashionable nonetheless—as clothing goes, she usually opts for the more conservative, choosing dark jeans, usually bootcut or skinny. She usually opts for solids over prints, but makes exceptions for peasant florals and lacy things. Many of Zoe’s clothes are either pastel or dark shades—indigo, navy (her favourite color is blue). She also harbors a deep affection for vintage, and can be found at estate sales year round. Shoe-wise, Zoe has always opted for ballet-flat-esque shoes, and was thrilled when they came into vogue in the last several years.
However, despite Zoe’s love for the simple, she does own the odd grungy band tee, and professes to adore a pair of ripped old bellbottoms, her most comfortable jeans.
Personality:
Zoe’s always been regarded as the shy girl. She’s occasionally been accused of being aloof or snobby by her peers. She isn’t exactly socially inept, and has always managed to be fairly popular without trying. However, it’s always been a challenge for her to bond with anyone on a non-superficial level. As a result, truly truly close friends for Zoe are few and far between; social interactions, to an extent, are for her the search for someone she can really enjoy herself with. She enjoys spending time with people and is always willing to partake in a conversation or hang out. When Zoe gets comfortable enough with someone to really really be herself, she can become very opinionated, in her own soft-spoken sort of way.
Having been raised by an architect and an art critic, Zoe has a lot to say about art, literature, music, the state of the world, etc… and, like the vast majority of teenage girls, she can be really silly when she lets her guard down.
An aspiring ballerina, Zoe can be kind of a perfectionist. She dedicates large amounts of time not only to dancing, but also to making sure her homework is done, etc and so forth. Again, as the daughter of NYC socialites, Zoe has a psychoanalyist. Predictably, he has attributed her dedication to ballet as well as her occasional lows to unresolved resentment involving her parents divorce. He has also noted, and pointed out to Zoe that her tendency to remove herself from situations (cool, calm, collected), in order to avoid getting hurt, has resulted in a certain level of apathy. This is the only conclusion he has come to that has made Zoe nervous—since then she’s been more concientous about trying not to detach from things emotionally.
Likes:
Lilacs.
Dance. (Ballet, some modern)
Antiques. (Particularly Bureaus, Music boxes, and clothing.)
Shoes.
Public Transportation. (The French Metro, The NYC Subway System)
Literature.
Poetry (T.S Eliot and e.e cummings in particular)
Soft Carpeting.
Being Barefoot.
Music.
Mellow Dogs.
Writing.
Dark Chocolate.
Lakes.
Painting.
Art.
Reading.
Travelling.
Biking.
Children.
Long Conversations.
Wit.
Dislikes:
Jane Austen.
Obnoxious/Cocky Boys
Cliquey Dancers
Dry Skin.
Soda from a can.
Cell Phones.
Messes.
Her Mother.
Bravado.
Overall Flaws:
-Chicken pox scar on her collarbone.
-Tendency to close-off emotions
-When she gets mad, she just ignores people. It can get kind of out of control.
-She sometimes doesn’t eat when she’s stressed. Psychoanalyst notes her desire to maintain control of her life—v. typico developing eating disorder. Nothing serious. Yet.
-Stresses easily.
-Can be judgemental and slightly elitist about peoples taste in art, music, political beliefs, clothing style or choice of hobbies, although she tries not to be.
-Zoe is an introvert--the fact that she takes longer to be herself around people sometimes leads to the conclusion that she's boring. (Don't worry, she isnt.)
Pets: Sadly, none.
Financial Status: Wealthy.
Clique: Scholar, Wanderer.
It's All BEHIND You
P.O.B: Surrey, England. But actually New York, New York.
History:
Zoe was born in Surrey, the well-known, scenic suburb of London. Her mother was, at the time, the curator of the Surrey Museum of Modern Art. However, soon after Zoe’s birth, her parents made the decision together to move to the states. Therefore, Zoe’s first memories consist of the penthouse on the upper west side of New York City that she grew up in. With her mother making money and gaining notoriety as an acid-tongued art critic and her architect father jetting around the world working on various commissions, also gaining notoriety, Zoe was left to the care of a long line of Au Pairs, mostly college students who needed the money. Her favourite was a fashion-design student named Kendra who taught Zoe to french braid and to manicure and pedicure her nails, among numerous other thrilling occupations. Amidst the memories of nail-painting, chick-flick-watching, homework-helping etc, all of which included the Au Pairs, Zoe has incredible memories of her parents; her mother sweeping off to galas and art openings, her father bringing her gifts from around the world. According to her parents, paramount to Zoe’s education (which was being seen to at a prestigious all-girls prep school in the city) was culture. Therefore the girl remembers attending art openings, Orchestra hall, the Metropolitan Opera and the New York City Ballet, as well as an enormous amount of theatre. There were also the family vacations—skiing in the Alps, one summer trip to Egypt, returns to London to visit friends, etc.
Zoe’s parents also indulged her urge to dance from the tender age of four. Zoe’s lessons have been going on for over a decade, and have only mounted in intensity. When she entered high school, Zoe was dancing four nights a week on top of her schoolwork.
At the age of thirteen, Zoe’s life was subject to a sizeable upheaval—her mother met a twenty-seven year old up-and-coming artist, someone whose work was not unlike that of Andy Warhols, an artist Zoe now claims to hate. Although their relationship lasted only nine months after her parents separation, Zoe’s mother removed herself to Paris permanently, and a divorce was forthcoming. Zoe remained in New York with her father, and, despite a sizeable resentment towards her mother, spends the summers with her in France, in yet another beautiful apartment, this one overlooking the Seine.
Zoe spent a year and a half more living with her father in New York before starting high school at the International School in Geneva, Switzerland. While in Geneva, Zoe made several friends who remain relevant parts of her life--her summers in Paris include a lot of visits from three members of her old school specifically: Nora (from Latvia), Madelaine (from France), and Johnny (From Los Angeles). While in Geneva, Zoe also had a boyfriend—one Paulo, Italian, dark-haired, typically beautiful and artistic. Sadly, Zoe’s growing dedication to ballet and tendency to alienate people drove Paolo to break up with her. Although not necessarily heartbroken to the point of anything awful, it was largely due to the break-up that Zoe decided to look for a school in the states where she could continue dancing closer to home. The search led her to Roanoke, and, newly advised by her shrink to cut off a day from her dancing, Zoe began attending school here at the beginning of eleventh grade, taking dance in the town of Roanoke only three days a week.
As a result of her time in Geneva, Zoe is fluent not only in English, but also in French. Currently she's pursuing Latin with fervor, and has managed to make at least one friend to rival her closeness with the above international pals.
Family:
Jonathan O'Brien, 47, architect.
Felicity Carlisle, 42, art critic.
Other:
Music Zoe likes:
Iron and Wine
Gregory and the Hawk
The Beatles
The Velvet Underground
Vivaldi
Bach
Benny Goodman
Neutral Milk Hotel
Cat Stevens
Gordon Lightfoot
Neil Young
Bright Eyes
Carla Bruni
Regina Spektor
Stereo Total
Cat Power
Cocorosie
The Eels
Gorillaz
Kimya Dawson
Haley Bonar
Feist
Dashboard Confessional
Ben Kweller
Imogen Heap
Beck
Animal Collective
Of Montreal
Bob Dylan
Belle & Sebastian
Architecture in Helsinki
Jonothan Richman & The Modern Lovers
Aqua
Badly Drawn Boy
Bjork
The Flaming Lips
Moby
La Grande Sophie
Jorma Kaukonen
Joni Mitchell
Leonard Cohen
The Magnetic Fields
The Coral
Sondre Lerche
John Lennon
Manu Chao
Rufus Wainwright
Simon & Garfunkel
Mason Jennings
The Owls
The Proclaimers
Modest Mouse
Rilo Kiley
The Smiths
The Shins
The White Stripes
Scott Joplin
Kris Kristofferson
Johnny Cash
Wilco
