Post by kateapolt on Jan 20, 2011 18:39:32 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Kate and this is my first character. I found this site through google search engine. Something you should know about me is I am probably the world's biggest klutz! 
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Canon:Little Women (Amy March) by Louisa May Alcott
Custom Title: So what, I enjoy coloring outside the lines!
PHYSICAL
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Of medium height, and with a petite frame, Aimee looks like the idea of 'classic' beauty. However she sees herself as an individual and strives to update her look and not fall into the cookie cutter image of the typical 'blond'
Height: 5' 6"
Body: Petite figure, fit and in shape
Other distinguishing features: Aimee loves accessories, she always includes hats, or scarves or anything she can to dress up her look. Aimee is always looking for the next best accessory.
Wardrobe:Aimee's style tends to follow the trendy, and urban look. She loves fashion and quirky little accessories. She loves to discover interesting and comforting clothing. However she does love to "glam" it up as well, and can also be seen dressed to the nine's. [/ul]
Play By: Dianna Agron
PERSONALITY
General personality: Aimee March is a fireball of good and bad. She can be selfish, impatient and at times a bit materialistic. However she has a heart of gold, adores her family and sees the world perhaps a little differently than most of us. Aimee loves to be surrounded by pretty things, she is attracted to the wealthy side of life. However she is not about to lose who she is as a person to obtain it. Aimee is sensitive, she loves to paint and draw.
As for her humor, Aimee has a sarcastic sense of wit and can sometimes come off as snobbish or elitist. As the youngest of four girls, Aimee had to develop a kind of wit in order to survive her older sisters. Intensely private, she sometimes has a hard time opening up to those around her. However once someone cracks the ice, Aimee is loyal to the very end. Her spirit is gentle and kind when she isn't being defensive. She has learned to toughen up a bit since moving to NYC. A part of her childlike innocence died as she adapted to the fast paced and competitive atmosphere of NYC. Aimee enjoys the hustle bustle of life and hates to not be up on all the "it" factors.
Aimee marches to the beat of her own drum. She enjoys doing things others may think are odd, but it brings her happiness. She refuses to be what society demands of her. However it is this fact that makes her a hypocrite as well. Aimee screams for individuality, but she also has the habit of sometimes following the way of society. Aimee has realized that a delicate balance had to be acquired in order to be taken with some seriousness. She hopes to make it enough on her own to one day say, "To Hell with what you say is right. I'll do it my way." However, Aimee is far from that moment.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Epic" and "Fail"
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Creativeness, Independence, Humor
Weaknesses: Stubborn, Punctuality, Demanding
BACKGROUND
Family: "Marmee" (mother), "Robert" (father), "Meg"/"Jo"/"Beth" (sisters), "Laurie" (close family friend, childhood neighbor/playmate)
Education: * Calumet High - Graduated in 2005 * NYC Art Institute - Graduated 2009 * Venice Independent Study Program - 2010 *
Occupation: Clerk/Chore Girl at Karen's Antiques
Worst past experience: Aimee's worst experience was most likely when her family received word that her Father had been gravely injured by a roadside bomb, while on active duty in 2003. Aimee had already been having a difficult time adjusting to the fact that her beloved father was overseas and grew frantic as they waited to see if or when their Father would survive his injuries, he did.
Best past experience: "Aunt Josephine" decided that Aimee was a promising child, after Aimee had graduated from high school, "Aunt Josephine" paid all expenses for Aimee's college education. As a graduating gift, Aimee was given the opportunity to go to Venice for a year to study art. Aimee felt that she was able to give her own education a richer tone than others her age.
Image: Aimee is sometimes judged by her look. As a blond she is thought to be dumb and shallow. Most people take her as a pretty face and nothing more. Aimee is extremely smart and talented, she has a big heart and wants to make the best of her life.
History: As a young girl, Aimee always felt shadowed by her three older sisters. As much as she loved them, she was determined to make her own path, and stand out among her sisters. This is probably what gave birth to her drive to succeed. Aimee, as the youngest of four, was pampered as the baby of the family. She would often fly into temper-tantrums when things didn't go her way. However, as she grew older she began to mature and accept that not everything in life would go according to plan.
The March family was never extremely wealthy, but they were not poor as church mice either. The mother worked on and off, while the father worked as a car salesman. However after 2001, when the events of 9/11 happened, Mr. March felt compelled to join the military, and was deployed in early 2002. The March family took this extremely hard. They were now left without the income of the main "bread-winner" and had to adjust to life without Father, for the time being.
Aimee was just fourteen years old when her father was deployed, and she decided to devote all her energy to painting and drawing and designing. As a teenager, Aimee flitted about with the popular crowd. She loved to have friends in high places. The romance of wealth and power attracted Aimee, and it was then and there that she decided her life was going to be much fuller than the one she was born into. However, Aimee soon began to see that money was not everything. She still strives to be successful, but she also believes in morality and treating those around her with kindness. This has caused her relationships to suffer, as those in a higher class see her kindness as weakness and refuse to have anything to do with her.
Aimee isn't bothered too much by this. She feels that at night she can rest easy, knowing her soul isn't sold to the devil.
Aimee graduated from Calumet High School with mediocre grades. However there was another March family member that saw promise in the young girl. "Aunt Josephine" saw that the young blond had promise as an art student, and secretly Aimee was her favorite niece. As a graduation present, she offered to pay all expenses for Aimee's college education. Aimee traveled to NYC, to enroll in the Art Institute and graduated with high honors in the program. Immediately she fell in love with the city, and vowed never to leave New York. As before upon her graduation, "Aunt Josephine" paid for a year abroad in Venice for Aimee, from which she has just recently returned. As a new graduate, Aimee is for the first time in control of her life. She dreams of becoming an interior designer. She is looking to become an intern with a design company, but so far has not had any luck.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Aimee rolled over, she brought the covers up over her face. Why did the sun have to be so bright? The night had entirely gone by way to fast. The last thing she remembered was stumbling into her studio apartment sometime after last call, and before the blush of the new day began to creep over the horizon. "Meow", followed by the tiny brush of a tail across her head brought the blond out from her cave of blankets. Blearily, she sat up and wiped the sleep from her blue eyes. Aimee didn't dare look at the clock, it would only mock her with the earliness of the time. Alcott, her newest addition head butted her hand, demanding attention. The tiny calico had appeared on her stoop a few weeks ago, starving and dirty, Aimee had fallen in love with the misfit. The local vet had given the kitten a clean bill of health just last week. Already, with a steady diet and attention, Alcott was an entirely different kitten.
"It is criminal to be up this early" she yawned as she gave the kitten a pat and got up from her bed. The stranger staring back at her from the mirror was a mess. The black eyeliner had smeared, and gave her a raccoon like mask around her eyes. Her eyelashes were still wearing the clumps of mascara that she had plastered on the night before. "Well good morning lovely!" she said to her reflection. Aimee bent over the bathroom sink and began to wash the make-up off. Several minutes later she felt much better as now her skin could breathe.
Showered, dressed and with a cup of coffee in her hand, Aimee made her bed and picked up the laptop that was resting on the nightstand beside her bed. Her inbox was, as usual, filled with spam and as she deleted them, she scanned her contacts. Nothing from Davenport Interior Design. The blond frowned, she had submitted a resume three weeks ago and had been told that she would hear something back this week. This marked the fourth application that she had submitted since returning to New York City. At this point she was beginning to believe that her dream of interning as an interior designer was all a pipe dream. "Aunt Josephine" would certainly be checking up on her. After all the woman had spent a small fortune on Aimee, paying for college education as well as a year abroad in Venice. Aimee had been so full of hope coming home again. She had believed that she would find a job within days, and be on her way to interior designer greatness. Ha, so far she was only fooling herself.
"Jo", her second oldest sister had advised Aimee to be patient, to busy herself with other things until the opportunity presented itself. But that wasn't the case with "Jo", everything she did worked out ten-fold. Aimee didn't want to fail, she didn't think she could live with herself if she did. The laptop was placed on the ground beside the large chair in which Aimee was sitting. Her legs hung over the side of the chair and she leaned her head back and turned to look out the small window.
The view wasn't much, but to Aimee is was everything. A large brick wall rose up on the side of the building in which she lived. Whenever Aimee started her day, she gazed at the lone wall and imagined a great portrait that she was one day going to paint on it. Well, someday anyway. Something about the wall connected with Aimee, and she considered it the greatest canvas for her imagination.
It was like this that Aimee passed the morning. Lost in her dreamworld, she almost forgot that she had to be a work at noon. Karen, her manager had threatened to fire her up if she was late again. Aimee was a carefree spirit, and she sometimes let time slip away. Working at the local antique dealer, Aimee was thankful for the source of income. The customer base was eccentric and artsy, the kind of people that Aimee wanted in her circle. Karen, was prim and proper and in a million years, no one would have ever guessed that the stickler had a creative or appreciative bone in her body. Karen's bark was worse than her bite. None the less, Aimee decided it was best to not try and wake a sleeping bear and get her behind in gear. She could daydream later this evening. Aimee grabbed her purse, shoved her red knitted cap on her blond hair and gave Alcott one last pat as she rushed out the door. Sometimes being an adult sucked.
.Aimee Eleanor March
| Middle Class |
| Middle Class |
Canon:Little Women (Amy March) by Louisa May Alcott
Custom Title: So what, I enjoy coloring outside the lines!
PHYSICAL
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Of medium height, and with a petite frame, Aimee looks like the idea of 'classic' beauty. However she sees herself as an individual and strives to update her look and not fall into the cookie cutter image of the typical 'blond'
Height: 5' 6"
Body: Petite figure, fit and in shape
Other distinguishing features: Aimee loves accessories, she always includes hats, or scarves or anything she can to dress up her look. Aimee is always looking for the next best accessory.
Wardrobe:Aimee's style tends to follow the trendy, and urban look. She loves fashion and quirky little accessories. She loves to discover interesting and comforting clothing. However she does love to "glam" it up as well, and can also be seen dressed to the nine's. [/ul]
Play By: Dianna Agron
PERSONALITY
General personality: Aimee March is a fireball of good and bad. She can be selfish, impatient and at times a bit materialistic. However she has a heart of gold, adores her family and sees the world perhaps a little differently than most of us. Aimee loves to be surrounded by pretty things, she is attracted to the wealthy side of life. However she is not about to lose who she is as a person to obtain it. Aimee is sensitive, she loves to paint and draw.
As for her humor, Aimee has a sarcastic sense of wit and can sometimes come off as snobbish or elitist. As the youngest of four girls, Aimee had to develop a kind of wit in order to survive her older sisters. Intensely private, she sometimes has a hard time opening up to those around her. However once someone cracks the ice, Aimee is loyal to the very end. Her spirit is gentle and kind when she isn't being defensive. She has learned to toughen up a bit since moving to NYC. A part of her childlike innocence died as she adapted to the fast paced and competitive atmosphere of NYC. Aimee enjoys the hustle bustle of life and hates to not be up on all the "it" factors.
Aimee marches to the beat of her own drum. She enjoys doing things others may think are odd, but it brings her happiness. She refuses to be what society demands of her. However it is this fact that makes her a hypocrite as well. Aimee screams for individuality, but she also has the habit of sometimes following the way of society. Aimee has realized that a delicate balance had to be acquired in order to be taken with some seriousness. She hopes to make it enough on her own to one day say, "To Hell with what you say is right. I'll do it my way." However, Aimee is far from that moment.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Epic" and "Fail"
Likes:
- Coffee
- Art/Design
- Playing her acoustic guitar
- Feng Shui
- Antiques
- Watching the sunrise
- Busting a move
Dislikes:
- Her nose
- Ice Skating
- Casanova's
- Politics
Strengths: Creativeness, Independence, Humor
Weaknesses: Stubborn, Punctuality, Demanding
BACKGROUND
Family: "Marmee" (mother), "Robert" (father), "Meg"/"Jo"/"Beth" (sisters), "Laurie" (close family friend, childhood neighbor/playmate)
Education: * Calumet High - Graduated in 2005 * NYC Art Institute - Graduated 2009 * Venice Independent Study Program - 2010 *
Occupation: Clerk/Chore Girl at Karen's Antiques
Worst past experience: Aimee's worst experience was most likely when her family received word that her Father had been gravely injured by a roadside bomb, while on active duty in 2003. Aimee had already been having a difficult time adjusting to the fact that her beloved father was overseas and grew frantic as they waited to see if or when their Father would survive his injuries, he did.
Best past experience: "Aunt Josephine" decided that Aimee was a promising child, after Aimee had graduated from high school, "Aunt Josephine" paid all expenses for Aimee's college education. As a graduating gift, Aimee was given the opportunity to go to Venice for a year to study art. Aimee felt that she was able to give her own education a richer tone than others her age.
Image: Aimee is sometimes judged by her look. As a blond she is thought to be dumb and shallow. Most people take her as a pretty face and nothing more. Aimee is extremely smart and talented, she has a big heart and wants to make the best of her life.
History: As a young girl, Aimee always felt shadowed by her three older sisters. As much as she loved them, she was determined to make her own path, and stand out among her sisters. This is probably what gave birth to her drive to succeed. Aimee, as the youngest of four, was pampered as the baby of the family. She would often fly into temper-tantrums when things didn't go her way. However, as she grew older she began to mature and accept that not everything in life would go according to plan.
The March family was never extremely wealthy, but they were not poor as church mice either. The mother worked on and off, while the father worked as a car salesman. However after 2001, when the events of 9/11 happened, Mr. March felt compelled to join the military, and was deployed in early 2002. The March family took this extremely hard. They were now left without the income of the main "bread-winner" and had to adjust to life without Father, for the time being.
Aimee was just fourteen years old when her father was deployed, and she decided to devote all her energy to painting and drawing and designing. As a teenager, Aimee flitted about with the popular crowd. She loved to have friends in high places. The romance of wealth and power attracted Aimee, and it was then and there that she decided her life was going to be much fuller than the one she was born into. However, Aimee soon began to see that money was not everything. She still strives to be successful, but she also believes in morality and treating those around her with kindness. This has caused her relationships to suffer, as those in a higher class see her kindness as weakness and refuse to have anything to do with her.
Aimee isn't bothered too much by this. She feels that at night she can rest easy, knowing her soul isn't sold to the devil.
Aimee graduated from Calumet High School with mediocre grades. However there was another March family member that saw promise in the young girl. "Aunt Josephine" saw that the young blond had promise as an art student, and secretly Aimee was her favorite niece. As a graduation present, she offered to pay all expenses for Aimee's college education. Aimee traveled to NYC, to enroll in the Art Institute and graduated with high honors in the program. Immediately she fell in love with the city, and vowed never to leave New York. As before upon her graduation, "Aunt Josephine" paid for a year abroad in Venice for Aimee, from which she has just recently returned. As a new graduate, Aimee is for the first time in control of her life. She dreams of becoming an interior designer. She is looking to become an intern with a design company, but so far has not had any luck.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Aimee rolled over, she brought the covers up over her face. Why did the sun have to be so bright? The night had entirely gone by way to fast. The last thing she remembered was stumbling into her studio apartment sometime after last call, and before the blush of the new day began to creep over the horizon. "Meow", followed by the tiny brush of a tail across her head brought the blond out from her cave of blankets. Blearily, she sat up and wiped the sleep from her blue eyes. Aimee didn't dare look at the clock, it would only mock her with the earliness of the time. Alcott, her newest addition head butted her hand, demanding attention. The tiny calico had appeared on her stoop a few weeks ago, starving and dirty, Aimee had fallen in love with the misfit. The local vet had given the kitten a clean bill of health just last week. Already, with a steady diet and attention, Alcott was an entirely different kitten.
"It is criminal to be up this early" she yawned as she gave the kitten a pat and got up from her bed. The stranger staring back at her from the mirror was a mess. The black eyeliner had smeared, and gave her a raccoon like mask around her eyes. Her eyelashes were still wearing the clumps of mascara that she had plastered on the night before. "Well good morning lovely!" she said to her reflection. Aimee bent over the bathroom sink and began to wash the make-up off. Several minutes later she felt much better as now her skin could breathe.
Showered, dressed and with a cup of coffee in her hand, Aimee made her bed and picked up the laptop that was resting on the nightstand beside her bed. Her inbox was, as usual, filled with spam and as she deleted them, she scanned her contacts. Nothing from Davenport Interior Design. The blond frowned, she had submitted a resume three weeks ago and had been told that she would hear something back this week. This marked the fourth application that she had submitted since returning to New York City. At this point she was beginning to believe that her dream of interning as an interior designer was all a pipe dream. "Aunt Josephine" would certainly be checking up on her. After all the woman had spent a small fortune on Aimee, paying for college education as well as a year abroad in Venice. Aimee had been so full of hope coming home again. She had believed that she would find a job within days, and be on her way to interior designer greatness. Ha, so far she was only fooling herself.
"Jo", her second oldest sister had advised Aimee to be patient, to busy herself with other things until the opportunity presented itself. But that wasn't the case with "Jo", everything she did worked out ten-fold. Aimee didn't want to fail, she didn't think she could live with herself if she did. The laptop was placed on the ground beside the large chair in which Aimee was sitting. Her legs hung over the side of the chair and she leaned her head back and turned to look out the small window.
The view wasn't much, but to Aimee is was everything. A large brick wall rose up on the side of the building in which she lived. Whenever Aimee started her day, she gazed at the lone wall and imagined a great portrait that she was one day going to paint on it. Well, someday anyway. Something about the wall connected with Aimee, and she considered it the greatest canvas for her imagination.
It was like this that Aimee passed the morning. Lost in her dreamworld, she almost forgot that she had to be a work at noon. Karen, her manager had threatened to fire her up if she was late again. Aimee was a carefree spirit, and she sometimes let time slip away. Working at the local antique dealer, Aimee was thankful for the source of income. The customer base was eccentric and artsy, the kind of people that Aimee wanted in her circle. Karen, was prim and proper and in a million years, no one would have ever guessed that the stickler had a creative or appreciative bone in her body. Karen's bark was worse than her bite. None the less, Aimee decided it was best to not try and wake a sleeping bear and get her behind in gear. She could daydream later this evening. Aimee grabbed her purse, shoved her red knitted cap on her blond hair and gave Alcott one last pat as she rushed out the door. Sometimes being an adult sucked.
