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Torrence Katy McGregor	Posted: Jul 21 2007, 01:06 AM
Group: Members Posts: 1 Member No.: 85 Joined: 21-July 07	LIFE IN A GLASS HOUSE. Name/Alias: Heath Age: 15 Email: bobble_888@hotmail.com Other Characters?: n/a THE SEARCH FOR SOMETHING MORE. Character Name: Torrence Katy McGregor Nicknames?: Torr, Tori, Katy Birth Date: March 16th Parents: Miranda Alexis Greene [mother] && Geoffrey Thomas McGregor [father] Siblings: Damien Geoffrey McGregor [younger brother- age 13] Other Key Family Members: Grandparents Brief History: Growing up in a gated community had it�s advantages. Of course, there was the safety, the closeness with your neighbours, and the great houses. However, no one could deny the disadvantages. Sneaking out was a thing of the past, and everyone knew exactly where you were within the gates at all times. For a girl like Torrence, it�s hell. This bundle of joy was brought into the Green Leaf Gated Community on March 19th, three days after she was born. Her family had already decorated her nursery, and it all seemed perfect. But from that moment on- Torrence felt oppressed. Like the whole point of the community was to find a way out. So she made her little friends in the neighbourhood, and they all started thinking of ways to beat the system. These days were the days Torrence reffers to as �the boy phase.� Some find it hard to believe that a girl as preppy as Torrence ever had a tomboy phase- but she did. She was known for jeans that weren�t machine ripped- she ripped them herself- and boy�s hoodies, climbing trees and rolling in the mud. Of course, her parents hated this, but she loved it. And then came puberty- hitting her like a brick. All of the sudden, this boy-framed girl became a curvaceous, hourglass shaped teen. Boobs? What? NO!! Along with this new body came a new attitude- a much girlier attitude. How much better her clothes fit! And all the different styles, and brands, and accessories! It was heaven for the girl- almost like getting a whole new identity. Of course, though she grew up, and moved on to Milton Academy, and left the boy phase behind- she never truly left it. After all, how else could she be so damn stubborn all the time? Likes: - The Postal Service - Paramore - Vodka - Patent Leather Pumps - Hollister - Flirting - Turquoise - Avocados - The sound of rain - Gold nail polish - Sarcasm - Peals - Teen Vogue - Impromptu photo sessions - Wonder Bars Dislikes: - Thunder && Lightening - The smell of sharpies - Birds of any, and every, kind - Bananas - Frogs - Peach flavoured gum - Wind - Sunburns - Romantic comedies - Yams - Public transit - Being unorganized - Hair extensions - People who complain - Cupcakes Fears: - Heights - Being trapped in small spaces - Spiders - Dying alone - Anything with more than four legs Personality: Torrence can�t be described in five words or less. If she ever had to do that for a personality test, you could guarantee what she would write. �No thanks. You can, though.� Hey, at least it�s five words. In case you hadn�t noticed, Torrence can be extremely stubborn. If she gets it in her head that things should be a certain way- she won�t settle until they are. She would never �give up�. Those words aren�t even in Miss McGregor�s vocabulary- they never have been. This girl can have a bit of an attitude. Not that she�s mean- she�s just.. sarcastic. She will never be defeated in a war of words- she just spews out the venom. Quick comebacks are her specialty. If you�re ever in trouble- Torrence will be there, right behind you, ready to spit words like daggers. That is, if she likes you. Actually, Torrence likes most people. But whether she�d actually socialize with them or not is a different story. People tend to like Torrence for her wit. She�s a funny girl to be around- and people know it. She�s a total dork, and would gladly be the first to do something crazy, or embarrass herself in public- if it moved the group closer to a fun and crazy night. Making dinosaur noises while drunk? Oh yeah. Been there, done that. So expecting her to hang back and wait for drama won�t happen- if you�re with Torrence, something will always go down. Loyalty is Torrence�s downfall. Of course, she�d be there for you in a fight, at an emergency, whenever you needed her. But not flirting with your boyfriend- yeah� that won�t happen. Torrence is always Loyal when it comes to the big stuff, but a stubborn girl like this- well, she won�t back down. If you have something that she feels she deserves- she�d gladly take it from you. But, fortunately, she does it in a way that makes you feel as if she�s done you a favour. It�s a gift, I guess you could say. WITH ARMS OUTSTRETCHED. Sample RP: Satiny pink ribbons hung out of the girl's black handbag, the ends having been melted to keep from fraying. Of course, if Arbour had known her pointe shoe ribbons were on display as they were, she might have bothered to tuck them back in her bag. Lately, Arbour had been dancing more than ever. Sneaking around in public places just to find somewhere quiet was harder than it looked, especially when you needed a suitable floor. She had started taking her shoes with her at all times, just so she would never miss the perfect opportunity. In fact, she had already managed to destroy the suede tips of her Gaynor Minden Pointe's, and had turned the lustrous pink satin into a dull, browinsh-smearish... thing. Truthfully, Arbour was even beginning to wonder if she really had made the right decision. Of course she loved it here, but she loved dance just as much. Maybe all she needed was a suitable distraction- something to make her forget all about dance. Today, that wasn't the case. At least, not yet. Perched on the edge of the stone fountain, Arbour sipped slowly at a strawberry banana smoothie, one leg crossed over the other. Her newly brunette head of hair was swept up into a pony tail, her hair teased slightly at the crown to give it more volume. On her lower half, she wore a dark pair of skinny jeans, a pair of white patent leather peep-toed flats dangling from her feet. A gauzy white tank top draped away from her frame, a turquoise horn-style pendant hanging around her neck. To top it all off, she wore a dark gray cropped bolero jacket, left unbuttoned. Sighing, Arbour stirred the straw around in her drink absent-mindedly, tilting her head to the side as she watched two little children fight over a toy truck, their nanny on her cellphone, facing the other direction. She had half a mind to rip that phone out of that girl's hands. Some people were just so into themselves. Member Title: The L E A P that .bounds. --------------------

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