&&[Bethany Ross] burns like the sun.
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&& i thought be still my heart, this could be a brand new start
Full Name: Bethany Samaire Marissa Ross
Nickname(s): Beth, Bee
Age: 16
Date of Birth: August 16th
Grade: Junoir
Hometown: Santa Monica
&& she smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that does
Gender: Female
Eyes: Golden brown
Hair: Brunette
Distinguishing Features: None really
Personal Style: The fashion sense of Beth is hard to pin down with on label. Her style ranges from preppy to rebellious, though she is usually seen wearing something quite eccentric. She adores layering, solid and striped colors, chunky jewelry and heavy beads, and finally jeans. A typical outfit of Beth’s could be a pair of dark washed boot cut jeans with black cowboy boots, a dark coral tank top with another more sheer white tank top over it, accessorized with a bronze chain necklace, white colored bangles, and a pair of bronze chandelier earrings. She has an obsessive relationship with accessorizing; she simply cannot stand to be in a boring ensemble. She adds bangles, thick plastic head bands, necklaces, and hair clips to her everyday outfits.
To put it simply, she adores makeup. She is never seen by her peers without a thin line of eyeliner tracing her lash line, often coming to a point at the end of her eyes in the “cat eye” eyeliner fashion. Beth wears dark pink and dark red lip sticks, foundations on occasion, though her cheeks are naturally rosy and are usually free of any blushes or bronzers. She usually has black or even colored mascara coating her eyelashes. She is accustomed to eye shadows, usually applying audacious and bold colors to spice up her exotic look.
Portrayed By: Sophia Bush
&& i wanna be your hollywood, i wanna be your movie star
Personality: Beth's personality is very...varied. Bethany being a teenager has a temper like thunder; her ears go red a bit, and her mouth snaps without her thinking, that would be true, but it would really very much depend on who you were and where. Beth, when angry, would normally be in the gym, arguing with a co-star who insulted someone, and then insults her. How she has a trick to calm her temper, which gets her through the day when she has to sit next to a rival or someone like that; she counts up to ten silently to herself, that's what she does ever time she is in rage. Beth, unlike some people, can just control her anger, she, like most girl’s, say what is needed to be said, and keep the unnecessary away, but, if she is truly mad, she'll toss all that bull**** away, stripping you apart limb by limb. Meaning, that if she seriously doesn't like you; she'll be a bitch. Enough said.
And if Beth knows that you are a selfish, uncaring jerk this is how it would go; Beth isn’t a very nice person when you first meet her; she will be big mouthed, arrogant and with a temper too. She doesn’t like to have people talking to her, she makes friends by her own way, if there is a plan behind it – she’ll go for it no matter what her family says. She is a striking temper because of her father, who could never control his emotions whether he wanted to or not. But Beth is smarter then that man; she isn’t stupid and bottles it up, but she can control whatever she says or does, but, if she wants to make someone hurt or cry, she’ll attack, with the strength of a predatorily beast. Cocky too, she understands when people hate her, and doesn’t care. If people like her, if people don’t; it doesn’t matter.
However, if she see's good aura, and likes the light in you; she'll be completely sweet, a kind, friendly woman to be exact. A lot of people love Beth because she is a sweetheart; making it easy for someone to like her, she finds it nearly impossible to snub someone if they are depending on her, she just seriously is not that kind of person at all. Beth 's heart sings out for laughter and happiness, for the world would be nothing without it, living would be pointless, and Beth think people should always have fun, enjoy the life they have until they truly do remember, and hell freezes over. Loyalty is like a drug for her; she will never budge from the side of a fellow friend, and would fight beside them even if it was a lover’s quawal. Yet, at times, she can be restless, if you constantly want to talk to her, party with her, or just be with her period; she can be icy.
Some might call her the Ice Queen; seeing through her cold eyes, melting her is almost impossible at times, you see, she had days, when she remembers everything in her life, something bitter inside of her poisons her mind, making it almost impossible for someone to enjoy her company --though it only usually lasts a few days, and by then it is almost forgiven/forgotten.-- Being Ross; she is a calm ocean, if she is in her element, with her friends, no people being bullies, she is calm. Yet Beth, in a panic, is the one who is crying, screaming or running around, she wouldn't have to be the one, with her family, trying to figure out what is going on and how to stop it.
One of the top most reasons Beth is so popular is her crazy partying, age isn't a big deal to her, sure, she worries about getting zits and so, but she parties like a teenager after Prom night. Beth loves to dance to music, and is often found drunk from drinking too much. She isn't very reasonable, she knows this, but she tends to dream about the perfect party, even small, people still come to it... the people love Beth, and her friends.
Cunning, bold and lonely, they would be the best words to explain Beth. She has a smart mind, but she cannot be bothered to use it for her career. She hardly shows any respect to her parents, who just embarrass her, and fail those who snorted with laughter when they batter their eyelashes at a picture of them. Beth could match any personality, a split personality possesses her. She is brave, meaning, that her fear of death is always put to the test, whenever she drives through a red light, or smokes -- she isn't afraid, courageous, and fearless almost. She will always be there for a fellow woman in need, she wouldn't allow someone to knock them if she was around, Beth truly believes in rights and revenge.
It may seem at times that she can be moody that's just another one of her 'quirks'. She often will go from being your best friend to arguing with you over the meaning of something. She is however genuinely friendly almost all of the time to her close friends that she's allowed herself to open up to after a period of time. Trust and respect are two more strict little unspoken rules on her 'list'. She is a big fan of respect, so even if she hates your guts she won't totally crush you with insults and rude comments. She does though expect respect in return to her first impression gestures. It will take her time to get to know someone before trusting them the slightest bit or even opening up and revealing things about her not so perfect past and she usually expects whoever she's willing to befriend to realize that she won't talk to a person for two minutes and suddenly be like best friends with them. Good things take time.
Likes:
Kisses that mean something
Cheerleading
Singing karaoke
Shopping
Partying
Martinis
Clothes, shoes, make-up
Her friends
Gossip
People who take her seriously
Dislikes:
People calling her dumb
Players
School
Winter
Being grounded
______ Hayes (yeah. Right)
Hangovers
Drugs, junkies
Being embarrassed by her parents
Her old friends in Santa Monica
Exams
Flaws:
Can be seriously gullible and pretty “blonde”
Is incredibly naïve and narrow minded
Is obsessed with reputation –hers-
Worries a lot about her looks
Can stress of little things
Strengths:
Is a great Cheerleader and a extraordinary Captain if she can say so herself
Personal Goals: To become an Actress, or else a professional dancer
&& you're the only place that feels like home
Mother: Serena Alicia Ross
Mother's Occupation: Singer
Father: Nathaniel Ross
Father's Occupation: Movie producer
Siblings: None
Monatary Class: Wealthy
History: The day came, after so long, Serena begun crying when they were eating strawberries on their bed at around twelve o'clock [nighttime] and was hurriedly rushed to the hospital in Nate's expensive car [which he obessed over, by saying "careful! Careful!" when they went in it]. It took sometime for her to be born, and it ended up being five in the morning when her beautiful brown eyes widened at her tired mother and overly excited father. She was fortunately healthy and was taken home later, to a large mansion in Santa Monica, California, in the birth place of stardom. When she was only little, which she can vaguely remember, her mother dressed her like a paper doll, and carried her around, the paparazzi stealing shots of her pretending to know how motherhood, but behind the camera, she was treated by nannies, who for sometime, she thought were her "mommies" but it only made her mother more detached.
Her father was always away, he was off on business trips with his work, himself being their "leader" well, Boss, but he felt like a king when around them and got cocky. She loved her father very much; he would come home, and scoop her up, with the warmest of smiles on his face, whilst her mother stood with her hands on her hips looking sour.
On her fifth birthday, she had a big birthday party; where she was frightened to death by clowns and men on stilts. She made friends easily, the girls in her neighborhood looked up at her, because she had the nicest dress and brunette bob, and the best dolls. That was the day she was touched by her first A-list popularity. She was then, her mother seeing her much differently, put in a “juniors” beauty pageant, and to her utter disappointment lost, to third place, because she had a terrifyingly bad pair of ballet shoes – which she had accidentally spilled paint over. Her mother disappeared for two months after that, her modeling “community” were traveling east to Russia for a Runway show, and she was not allowed to attend, because she was of course, a minor of particular noise and age.
She was soon turning seven, and entering the most depressing years of her youth; her mother had an affair with their pool boy, who she had had her first crush on. Her parents fought at each other’s necks for three whole months, until Serena suited a divorce. It was the hardest thing to be torn apart, the glamorous life of her mother, getting all she wanted and the warm love of her father, crushed. Her mother fought for her custody, and Nate left, for Canada, and that was the last time she saw him until she was… well, older. Her mother, now single, dated daily, it was amusing, even at her young age, seeing a different man come into their expensive home and stick their tongue down her throat. Her mothers hardly noticed her when she crept into the cellar and sip some wine, with her quickly maturing self and friends. She became a sort of rebel; she didn’t bother wearing her school uniform correctly at her posh all girls’ school; she had a four inch shorter skirt, tighter t-shirt and make-up. And it lasted until she was expelled, at seven years of age.
At eight she was locked into a Boarding school, in France, not her home town of California, where she was changed again, when she spoke to her father on the phone. He was like she had always remembered him; soft, gentle voice, happiness and laughter, but that wasn’t who he felt like. Though, as much as he loved and missed his daughter, he knew he had a problem with his heart, and had had been in hospital for three weeks before he called. Beth of course, bless her, didn’t have a clue about this, and changed; from a rebellious girl, to a beautiful teenager just at nine. She dressed better, found Excellency in her grades and was the gossip girl for her circle of friends, the “greatest” some called them. When she turned ten, her mother took her home, for some reason, she missed her, and had a “surprise” for her; it was a boyfriend, young, handsome and Italian; obviously, she hated every curl of his brunette hair. So, she did what any girl would do, and played around with him, with her little daddies girl tricks; her most successful when she put a bee in his underpants – finally, however, her mother pushed him out, when she thought he had abused Beth, who being the brilliant actress she is; fooled her with tears from the smelly vex vapor rub.
Joy, eleven, time for puberty to change her again; when she was at Ballet classes, she begun to notice her body was changing, her flat-chest was different, and she felt her body unsure. Beth immediately blamed it on illness, fearing what she was going to become. It was happening to her friends, who all knew what it was, except her, then, at school, they learned about it in Biology, which terrified her even more. She then released the real thing, it was happening, and decided to show it off, buying herself everything a woman needed, and bought a whole new wardrobe; mini skirts, boob tubes.
She soon graduated junior high, entering High school. Time past until she was sixteen, Head Cheerleader, with a heavy heart.
Sample Roleplay: [As Lyra Rivera @ Salem]
The dark always seemed to scare people, whenever you would think of horror; nighttime would pop into your mind, and when you got scared, and you turned on a light. But, what if you were scared during the day, or when the lights were on, what would you do? What would you do if you were frightened, and there were no lights to turn on? Hide…or seek? If you didn’t know Lyra Rivera well, you could call her a “wimp”, but if you really understood her; you would see, it is the day that scares her, but the night, it is something that accompanies her, makes her feel safe – which makes her unlike most “little” girls. Some people think seeing a shadow lurking around the corner is “spooky”, but in Lyra’s case, seeing a person pass her by is something that rattles her. The unique thing about her fear gene is that all those horror movies don’t affect her, until it is daylight, when she can see everything, hear it, feel it coming, but, when it is pitch black, you can’t see anything, and sure as hell nothing can see you either. If you were with Lyra in a theater, in the dark, you would never see her blink because she is uncomfortable by the picture on the screen, but, if it were light, she would be most uncomfortable – which some would call different.
If it were another girl traveling down the ice cold steps down to the dark, silent dungeon, they would be terrified, with their wand lit, but that was not the case with Lyra, she walked without shoes, without her wand lighting her way, it sat in her back jean pocket, sticking out, available for anyone to take with ease. The hollow echoes from her feet patting against the ground was the only sound at this very “scary” hour at night; one thirty four to be precise, the time when everything slept, expect for the curious. And indeed, Lyra Rivera was a curious woman, she had never been one for sleeping, when she did finally go to sleep, it would normally be around two in the morning, and would wake up at around twelve the next day, it was darkness which she preferred, when no one was there to talk to her, except for the ones who were curious, and brave enough to face detentions, being alone and…the dark. Those, who were very much curious to see their school at night, and Lyra, was well aquatinted with the nightlife of Salem Academy – at the hour when the most irritating and rude portraits were free for doodling on and annoying, without anyone to catch you.
But Lyra hadn’t crept out of the girl’s unbothered dormitory to annoying a simple painting; she was out to seek. Most people, who were not at all like her in anyway, would think that just walking around the school was ridiculous, but to Lyra, it was more then that; Secrets were told at night, you would find out who lied, and snuck out to see a secret lover, or trash the bathrooms – yes, that was what she enjoyed, and was always blamed for being the culprit; even if it was a rarity she didn’t do it. The mirror-like portraits reflected her ghostly paled face, her eyes flashing, continuing forwards, ears alert for any other movement then her own. An owl hooted, making her smirk, even the owls had joined her to dance the night. Untying her yellow straw hair from the tight plait, she pushed her purple silk sleeping mask further up her forehead, raised her eyebrows, stopping it from slipping down her face.
You would have thought she would still be dressed in her matching purple silk pajamas, but she was much more thoughtful then that. She had changed into a black halter tube top, with “naughty but nice” written across the chest with pink/silver rhinestones, paired with a silver belt, holding up a pair of small blue jeans, with nothing but purple nail polish on her feet. Her silver charm bracelet’s charms chimed quietly as she wandered down the dark corridor, passing many unlocked doors. Though, Lyra needed something to do that was interesting, something to leave a mark on the school when she was been and gone. Creeping forward, she was very much tempted by a door with “ don’t enter! Staff room” engraved on it with biro, but rolled her eyes – another hoax – they were always trying to get popularity, those pathetic wannabee “bad kids” who were actually tedious first years, who cry when they get caught. Lyra bit down on her bottom lip, unbothered that her lip-gloss had been gone for the past three hours, like the rest of her make-up, though, the dark eyeliner lines were smudged a bit from her sleeping mask.
Lyra’s teeth bit down harder, close to blood, but was quick to release her bottom lip, to grin at a door coming up her right, the dustiest of the all. All the rest of the doors had basically finished now, and the paintings were long gone, except for the old ones, the black and white, with a woman in a bodice, yes. This was the place. Reaching behind her, she drew her wand from her pocket, grinning to herself in triumph. But, something bothered her; her eyebrows knitted together, trying the door, it was…open. Who else was playing hide and seek, she had to ask herself, or was it she who was being sought?
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