Post by gabrielle ann rodriguez on Aug 4, 2013 19:02:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 485px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 5px solid; padding: 10px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 2px;]GABRIELLE ANN RODRIGUEZ SOPHOMORE • ARTIST • SELENA GOMEZ [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]student profile nickname(s) Gaby or Elle with friends, Gabrielle Ann if you're her step-mother birthday & age MARCH 16TH. SIXTEEN. gender Female, through and through physical description |
weight: 135 lbs.
hair color: Dark Brown, almost Black hair that reaches past her shoulders
eye color: Brown
distinguishing features: Both ears pierced (once) and a small tattoo of three butterflies in the middle of her back. She also has a few scars upon her right shoulder and wrist from her step-mom's "discipline."
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sexual orientation
HETEROSEXUAL
personality profile
interests
- Dancing
- Creative Writing
- Singing in the Shower
- Smell of Vanilla
- Action Comedies
- Being Outdoors
- Listening to Music
dislikes
- Her Step-Mother
- Smell of Cigarettes
- Cockiness in Guys
- Spoiled brats (elite)
- Gossip/Rumors
- Being controlled
- Being taken advantage of
the future
Hopes to run and/or teach dance someday, settle down and have a child, anything that keeps her away from her step-mother
hobbies
Wandering around outside, Hanging with her best friend, Reading, Singing along with her mp3, Dancing around like no one is watching..
fears & secrets
(fears) Losing her father and being stuck with her step-mother, Snakes, Losing her best friend, Clowns, Drowning..
(secrets) Hasn't told her father the extent of his wife's "discipline," She believes that it's her fault somehow..
(secrets) Hasn't told her father the extent of his wife's "discipline," She believes that it's her fault somehow..
personality
- Creative
- Down-to-earth
- Reserved
- Stubborn
- Kind-hearted
- Protective
- Blunt (slightly)
- Independent
- Friendly
- Loyal
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hometown
Born in Houston, lived there until she was about 10, then moved to San Francisco
parents
EVAN RODRIGUEZ • RESTAURANT MANAGER • LIVING
MIA RODRIGUEZ • PHOTOGRAPHER • DEAD
(Step-mother) VICTORIA TATE-RODRIGUEZ • WEDDING PLANNER • LIVING
MIA RODRIGUEZ • PHOTOGRAPHER • DEAD
(Step-mother) VICTORIA TATE-RODRIGUEZ • WEDDING PLANNER • LIVING
siblings
NATALIE RODRIGUEZ • EIGHT
status
WEALTHY (though it's a constant reminder from her step-mother)
history
Gabrielle Ann Rodriguez was born in the heart of Houston, to Mia and Evan Rodriguez. They had been high school sweethearts who went their separate ways and came back to each other. It was a good childhood. Though both of her parents worked, they always made sure one of them was there for little Gaby. She was a very happy child, always smiling and singing songs that she made up. Mia used to call Gabrielle, her "little songbird." Gabrielle could not be happier and content with life. Mia and Evan would fight every now and then, but nothing tore them apart. Gabrielle admired the love they shared with each other and wished to have the same in her life, someday. Though with all this sweet, the sour isn't really far behind..
Mia and Evan wanted another child, a sibling for Gabrielle. After a bit of trying and praying, it happened. It came with a price, sadly. Gabrielle was about 8, at the time. The day finally arrived and Mia was in labor, though when little Natalie came into the word, Mia's preparing to leave it. Gabrielle was devastated by the loss of her mother and was briefly mad at her baby sister, but it passed and she helped her father with Natalie. Though he didn't show it, he's heartbroken over losing his love. After about a year or so, he was thinking that Gabrielle and Natalie needed a mother figure.
So, one day, who should walk into the restaurant Evan had been managing for his friend - but the woman would be the one he ties the knot with! Victoria Tate came into town for a few days to visit an old friend and they decided to go out for lunch. Their eyes met from across the room and as she walked out, she slipped him her number. They met the next day and hit it off. When she left to go back to LA, they kept in contact and what not. Evan decided that she was the woman to be a mother to Gabrielle and Natalie. Miss Gaby wasn't so sure about things, but if it made her father happy for the first time since Mia passed away, then so be it.
They soon married and after a year or so, things changed and it wasn't looking pretty. Victoria had a whole different side to her that she didn't show, when Evan was around. While Natalie took a liking to Victoria, Gabrielle wasn't much of a fan. It was at that point, when Victoria's true colors began to show. She was a lot tougher and cruel to Gabrielle, than she treated Natalie. Gaby grew to be a bit miserable, but put a smile on for her father. He's been more happy than he used to be, so she didn't want to spoil it for him - though secretly hoped that he would see how Victoria was for real. They had moved all the way to San Francisco, just so she could keep up her wedding planning business going. She did not plan on changing her job plans for anyone, not even her brand-new family.
Gabrielle wasn't going to let Victoria control her every move. She sees right through her act and Victoria knows it. She has taken a belt to her and even a cigarette that she was smoking, trying to "discipline" Gabrielle. She would scream and cry, but didn't let it show to Natalie or her father. She had planned to let karma take care of things for Victoria. When it looked like she wasn't going to win this long battle, Victoria convinced Evan to send Gabrielle to a boarding school. Evan couldn't bear to see his oldest go out-of-state, so they found one in California (in LA). Gabrielle was both sad and glad to go. She wouldn't have to be "disciplined" by her step-mother every week, but this was her idea. So she can't "corrupt" Natalie, Victoria's words.
So, here we are. Gabrielle at Brentwood Academy and her family in San Francisco, Victoria running the household with an iron fist.
the puppeteer
your alias
Jules
time rping
3+ years.
how did you find us
NEWPORT BEACH rpg
entrance word
-admin edit-
rp sample
The weekend has rolled around once more. And this time, Miss Anya had a night off from waiting tables. She couldn't help but to smile at the thought of having a night to herself and whatever she decided to do with it. Anya didn't do much outside of school and work, she mostly hung around with her aunt and they would watch movies, chat about different things. Stuff like that. Tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights, however, since her Aunt Prue was out of town at the moment. Their dog Bruno was fast asleep at Anya's feet, as she sat in the living room and watched a bit of TV. She could always work on her art, but she didn't feel like it. Anya wanted to do something outside of her home. It wasn't very often, that Anya wanted to go out and about.
What can I say? She can be a bit of a homebody at times. Anya inhaled slow and deep, as she took a sip of her soda and had started to think about what she wanted. She could go to one of the bars, but she did that last time. She wanted to do more than just drink, like dance. A bright little light-bulb seemed to go off in her head. The decision was then made, she was going to a club for a while. And with that in mind, she downed the last of her soda and had jumped off the couch.
Anya hopped into the shower and washed herself up. The hot water felt good upon her skin, relieving a bit of the ache in her muscles. Once she was done, she dried off her body and blow-dried her hair. As soon as it was dried, she pulled all her hair back into a ponytail. Then, while wrapped in a towel, Anya went back into her room and opened up her closet. Bruno had apparently woken up from his little nap and wandered into her room, probably wondering she was up to. She looked around and through her clothes, trying to find something suitable for a night like this. She ended up with a bustier top that showed off some of her midriff, a pair of dark-wash jeans, and ankle-high boots. Fingerless, lace gloves adorned her hands. A little bit of jewelry and accessories was added to the ensemble. She did not need a lot of make-up, though she had made sure that her eyes would stand out a bit. Once she was dressed, a bit of her perfume was needed. After that, Anya then grabbed a couple of essentials (phone, money, I.D., etc.) and said bye to Bruno. He wagged his tail and licked her fingers.
It didn't take her very long to make it into the club. Loud music was pumping through the speakers and the dance floor was about half-packed with writhing and grooving bodies. It didn't seem to annoy Anya in the slightest, until she moved through the crowd to get to the bar. She felt a hand or two on her bum, even one smack upon it. She turned and glared at the man in blue who was responsible. He had held up both his hands in surrender and she went on her way. Once she made it over to the bar, she waved over one of the bartenders and he walked over. "Jack & Coke." she said with a smile. Nodding his head, he moved to fix her drink. She turned around and looked out at the dance floor.
What can I say? She can be a bit of a homebody at times. Anya inhaled slow and deep, as she took a sip of her soda and had started to think about what she wanted. She could go to one of the bars, but she did that last time. She wanted to do more than just drink, like dance. A bright little light-bulb seemed to go off in her head. The decision was then made, she was going to a club for a while. And with that in mind, she downed the last of her soda and had jumped off the couch.
Anya hopped into the shower and washed herself up. The hot water felt good upon her skin, relieving a bit of the ache in her muscles. Once she was done, she dried off her body and blow-dried her hair. As soon as it was dried, she pulled all her hair back into a ponytail. Then, while wrapped in a towel, Anya went back into her room and opened up her closet. Bruno had apparently woken up from his little nap and wandered into her room, probably wondering she was up to. She looked around and through her clothes, trying to find something suitable for a night like this. She ended up with a bustier top that showed off some of her midriff, a pair of dark-wash jeans, and ankle-high boots. Fingerless, lace gloves adorned her hands. A little bit of jewelry and accessories was added to the ensemble. She did not need a lot of make-up, though she had made sure that her eyes would stand out a bit. Once she was dressed, a bit of her perfume was needed. After that, Anya then grabbed a couple of essentials (phone, money, I.D., etc.) and said bye to Bruno. He wagged his tail and licked her fingers.
It didn't take her very long to make it into the club. Loud music was pumping through the speakers and the dance floor was about half-packed with writhing and grooving bodies. It didn't seem to annoy Anya in the slightest, until she moved through the crowd to get to the bar. She felt a hand or two on her bum, even one smack upon it. She turned and glared at the man in blue who was responsible. He had held up both his hands in surrender and she went on her way. Once she made it over to the bar, she waved over one of the bartenders and he walked over. "Jack & Coke." she said with a smile. Nodding his head, he moved to fix her drink. She turned around and looked out at the dance floor.
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