Post by Isabelle Bertrand on Sept 9, 2006 17:06:01 GMT -5
About YOU:
What Do you Go by?: Gemma
Age: 13 (I turn 14 in a two weeks, I think)
RP Experiance: a year and a half, come November
Character Stats:
Surname: Bertrand
First Name: Isabelle
Middle Name: Cosette
Age: 15
Height: 5’7”
Year: sophmore
Schedule:
Art
English
Algebra II(Sophomore)
US History
Science
Health
German I
Shop
Occupation?: She does chores for Adrienne, and gets paid for that, but no.
Gender: female
Celeb. Used: Evan Rachel Wood
Pets: a Yorkshire Terrier named Chardonnay, called Charlie or Char
Personality: Though she’s not a native of the United States of America, she acts just like any American girl you’d ever meet. She likes clothes, hair, makeup, and boys, and she thinks her siblings can be the weirdest people on the planet. Right now, she’s being really friendly because she wants to fit in and make friends, but when she’s being herself, she can be a real pain. She hates when people stereoytype her as a “rich, deisgner’s daughter” or “the French girl”, just because it’s kind of rude to assume every person that has one thing in common is the same. Being on the younger end of a big family has made Isabelle crave attention, and as long as people see her, she’s happy. She’s fairly smart, but she really tries hard to get the grades she does. And she’s fluent in English, which is something she feels needs to get out there, because Isabelle can’t stand when people talk about her when she’s standing right there because they think she can’t understand them.
Appearance: Like her most everyone else in her family, Isabelle has a square shaped face, framed by light blonde hair. Though it’s quite long and often is in her eyes, Isabelle still wears it down because it looks pretty and she likes the free feeling she gets when her hair is tousled by the wind.
Her hazel eyes are another family feature. No two eyes are exactly alike in Isabelle’s family, and her own are a more greenish tint, but depending on her mood, can look more brown.
Isabelle is usually clad in the most comfortable outfit in her closet, but when she needs to dress up, she goes all out. She especially likes to wear light blues, since they go rather well with her somewhat pale skin.
History: Dominique de Martin began her career at the age of fifteen as a model. When she was twenty-three, she began designing dresses for her own personal entertainment. Two years later, a British celebrity brought a gown for an award show. And when she was twenty seven years old, she married Fabian Bertrand.
Born in a suburb of Paris, France, Isabelle was the fifth of six children born to Dominique de Martin and Fabian Bertrand. When Isabelle was two, she got a younger sister, named Lucelle. Throughout their lives, Lucy and Isabelle were always close, since their two other sisters were older and closer. When they were little, they would follow their mother around their Paris apartment and wear all her dresses and shoes. When they were a bit older, she would use them as models for their own dresses. Obviously, fashion was a huge part of Isbelle and her sibling’s lives.
When Isabelle was eight, her parents divorced. Isabelle, Lucy, Francesca, Elisabeth, Angeline, and Alexandre all went to live with their mother, alternating visiting their father for a few weeks in the summer and weekends during the year. Isabelle was not as affected by the seperation as most people would think. Of course, she was a bit upset, but her mother was the best parent anyone could ever ask for. A year later, Dominique’s sister Adrienne moved closer to the family to help with stuff.
As the children got older and Dominique got busier, the family sort of went their separate ways, Odette moved to Los Angeles to pursue her acting career. Dominique stayed to France to continue designing. And Elisabeth, Angeline, Alex, Isabelle, and Lucy moved to America (where they had already lived for brief periods of time) with Addie to continue their education. For the first time, the children are enrolled in public school in America.
Family:
Fabian Bertrand, 49: father
Dominique de Martin, 49: mother
Adrienne “Addie” de Martin, 39: aunt
Francesca Bertrand, 24: sister
Elisabeth Bertrand, 21: sister
Angeline “Angie” Bertrand, 18: sister (twin of Alexandre)
Alexandre “Alex” Bertrand, 18: brother (twin of Angeline)
Lucette “Lucy” Bertrand, 13: sister
Possessions:
+ a ridiculous amount of pretty dresses, most of which she’ll never wear.
+ a Sidekick 3, because she’s absolutely addicted to text messaging
+ a lot of clothes
+ an iPod nano
+ her cell phone
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.] [Sorry, this isn’t in character. It’s from another site I was on, a HP rp. If you want me to do one in character, I will. I just did this really quickly.]
Arissa quietly moved down the stairs of Hogwarts. The night was quiet and peaceful, except for the fact that she was sort of lost in a castle that she was basically unfamiliar with. Not to say that she was lost- she would know perfectly well where she was if she could just see what was around her.
It took her a few minutes to realize it, but she really needed to use her wand. A bit defeated, she reached into her pocket and retrieved her wand.
Yew, twelve inches, a core of a fox hair. In her hands, Arissa held one of her favorite posessions. The wand had been difficult to find- she had to grow through nearly 20 wands before she found this one- but she was glad she had been so careful in choosing it. It cooperated well with her.
"STUDENT OUT OF BED! STUDENT OUT OF BED! RIGHT HERE ON THE THIRD FLOOR!"
Arissa froze, wand in hand, ready to scream whatever curse occurred to her at the moment if anyone or anything around her made any sudden movements. She stood exactly still for a moment, and noticing no one was coming toward her she loosened up. ‘Okay. Maybe I’ll find my way back now.’She re-lumos-ed her wand, and took a look around. She saw a door directly in front of her, and to the side of that, a washroom, and next to that a set of stairs that led up to a tower. Deciding on door number one, she walked forward.
Arissa opened the door to a room in a manner a little louder than she had anticipated. At seeing the little light that was pouring through a small window, she smiled. All around her trophies and medals glistened and shined in their cases. Arissa smiled as she looked around the room for people she knew’s awards. She saw one for Tom Riddle, another for James Potter and a bunch of others for people she had never heard of in her life.
As she was inspecting the awards of various former students, Arissa heard a rattle. Looking back at the door, Arissa realized she has left it open. However, the noise wasn’t coming from someone in the door- it was coming from the corner where the armory stood. Arissa walked towards it slowly, cautious of whatever might pop out.
“Hello?” Arissa whispered. “Is someone in here?”
What Do you Go by?: Gemma
Age: 13 (I turn 14 in a two weeks, I think)
RP Experiance: a year and a half, come November
Character Stats:
Surname: Bertrand
First Name: Isabelle
Middle Name: Cosette
Age: 15
Height: 5’7”
Year: sophmore
Schedule:
Art
English
Algebra II(Sophomore)
US History
Science
Health
German I
Shop
Occupation
Gender: female
Celeb. Used: Evan Rachel Wood
Pets: a Yorkshire Terrier named Chardonnay, called Charlie or Char
Personality: Though she’s not a native of the United States of America, she acts just like any American girl you’d ever meet. She likes clothes, hair, makeup, and boys, and she thinks her siblings can be the weirdest people on the planet. Right now, she’s being really friendly because she wants to fit in and make friends, but when she’s being herself, she can be a real pain. She hates when people stereoytype her as a “rich, deisgner’s daughter” or “the French girl”, just because it’s kind of rude to assume every person that has one thing in common is the same. Being on the younger end of a big family has made Isabelle crave attention, and as long as people see her, she’s happy. She’s fairly smart, but she really tries hard to get the grades she does. And she’s fluent in English, which is something she feels needs to get out there, because Isabelle can’t stand when people talk about her when she’s standing right there because they think she can’t understand them.
Appearance: Like her most everyone else in her family, Isabelle has a square shaped face, framed by light blonde hair. Though it’s quite long and often is in her eyes, Isabelle still wears it down because it looks pretty and she likes the free feeling she gets when her hair is tousled by the wind.
Her hazel eyes are another family feature. No two eyes are exactly alike in Isabelle’s family, and her own are a more greenish tint, but depending on her mood, can look more brown.
Isabelle is usually clad in the most comfortable outfit in her closet, but when she needs to dress up, she goes all out. She especially likes to wear light blues, since they go rather well with her somewhat pale skin.
History: Dominique de Martin began her career at the age of fifteen as a model. When she was twenty-three, she began designing dresses for her own personal entertainment. Two years later, a British celebrity brought a gown for an award show. And when she was twenty seven years old, she married Fabian Bertrand.
Born in a suburb of Paris, France, Isabelle was the fifth of six children born to Dominique de Martin and Fabian Bertrand. When Isabelle was two, she got a younger sister, named Lucelle. Throughout their lives, Lucy and Isabelle were always close, since their two other sisters were older and closer. When they were little, they would follow their mother around their Paris apartment and wear all her dresses and shoes. When they were a bit older, she would use them as models for their own dresses. Obviously, fashion was a huge part of Isbelle and her sibling’s lives.
When Isabelle was eight, her parents divorced. Isabelle, Lucy, Francesca, Elisabeth, Angeline, and Alexandre all went to live with their mother, alternating visiting their father for a few weeks in the summer and weekends during the year. Isabelle was not as affected by the seperation as most people would think. Of course, she was a bit upset, but her mother was the best parent anyone could ever ask for. A year later, Dominique’s sister Adrienne moved closer to the family to help with stuff.
As the children got older and Dominique got busier, the family sort of went their separate ways, Odette moved to Los Angeles to pursue her acting career. Dominique stayed to France to continue designing. And Elisabeth, Angeline, Alex, Isabelle, and Lucy moved to America (where they had already lived for brief periods of time) with Addie to continue their education. For the first time, the children are enrolled in public school in America.
Family:
Fabian Bertrand, 49: father
Dominique de Martin, 49: mother
Adrienne “Addie” de Martin, 39: aunt
Francesca Bertrand, 24: sister
Elisabeth Bertrand, 21: sister
Angeline “Angie” Bertrand, 18: sister (twin of Alexandre)
Alexandre “Alex” Bertrand, 18: brother (twin of Angeline)
Lucette “Lucy” Bertrand, 13: sister
Possessions:
+ a ridiculous amount of pretty dresses, most of which she’ll never wear.
+ a Sidekick 3, because she’s absolutely addicted to text messaging
+ a lot of clothes
+ an iPod nano
+ her cell phone
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.] [Sorry, this isn’t in character. It’s from another site I was on, a HP rp. If you want me to do one in character, I will. I just did this really quickly.]
Arissa quietly moved down the stairs of Hogwarts. The night was quiet and peaceful, except for the fact that she was sort of lost in a castle that she was basically unfamiliar with. Not to say that she was lost- she would know perfectly well where she was if she could just see what was around her.
It took her a few minutes to realize it, but she really needed to use her wand. A bit defeated, she reached into her pocket and retrieved her wand.
Yew, twelve inches, a core of a fox hair. In her hands, Arissa held one of her favorite posessions. The wand had been difficult to find- she had to grow through nearly 20 wands before she found this one- but she was glad she had been so careful in choosing it. It cooperated well with her.
"STUDENT OUT OF BED! STUDENT OUT OF BED! RIGHT HERE ON THE THIRD FLOOR!"
Arissa froze, wand in hand, ready to scream whatever curse occurred to her at the moment if anyone or anything around her made any sudden movements. She stood exactly still for a moment, and noticing no one was coming toward her she loosened up. ‘Okay. Maybe I’ll find my way back now.’She re-lumos-ed her wand, and took a look around. She saw a door directly in front of her, and to the side of that, a washroom, and next to that a set of stairs that led up to a tower. Deciding on door number one, she walked forward.
Arissa opened the door to a room in a manner a little louder than she had anticipated. At seeing the little light that was pouring through a small window, she smiled. All around her trophies and medals glistened and shined in their cases. Arissa smiled as she looked around the room for people she knew’s awards. She saw one for Tom Riddle, another for James Potter and a bunch of others for people she had never heard of in her life.
As she was inspecting the awards of various former students, Arissa heard a rattle. Looking back at the door, Arissa realized she has left it open. However, the noise wasn’t coming from someone in the door- it was coming from the corner where the armory stood. Arissa walked towards it slowly, cautious of whatever might pop out.
“Hello?” Arissa whispered. “Is someone in here?”
