Charlotte Emiline Smith{heiress, baby} « Thread Started on Jul 25, 2008, 8:34pm »
You: What can we call you ooc (out of character?) Tilly. RP Example: On this dreary day nothing seemed to move, the beach was deserted. Precipitation poured steadily downwards soaking everything that was not hidden within the shelter of the trees or buildings. Soaked to her skin, Tyla wandered along the beach, mind elsewhere. The sticky, tan substance under paw clung to her covering her long legs in it. It weighed her down quite a bit and soon she found herself standing still, unwilling to travel along the wet shore any longer. Was she weak? No, she was just tired after traveling all day. And she was afraid to slow down. She didn't want to go back to the life she knew before, it was the past. This, she thought looking around the deserted shore, was where she belonged. Always having a restless spirit she knew it, for her spirit was satisfied here. No collar, leash, or any other confinement hung around her neck and she was glad for that, delighted actually. That new sense of freedom, she decided while standing there, would be what made her decisions. Plus her heart and mind.
Eyes were closed almost fully against the rain and the wind, which was back with a vengeance, as she stood there trying to make out where to head next. Behind her stretched a seemingly infinite line of paw prints, slowly filling and then overflowing with rain water. Collecting it like little bowls, Tyla knew she was thirsty so she turned and lowered her long, sinewy neck down to a large print. Slowly she lapped up the water, though the sand made it a tad bit salty it was much better and refreshing than the tang of the ocean water. After quenching most of her thirst she moved a little farther down the shore but once again stopped, she really did not want to travel anymore for the day. With a sigh she settled into her thoughts. The grey night still raged around her, the wind still howled and the rain still drummed, but within the caverns of her mind, all was quiet except her thoughts.
What would happened now? Would she perish out in the open? That would never happen, she was stronger than that. Just then something urged her to search for food and instantly her pillars shifted and she moved into a trot, survival instincts kicking in. With a little luck she found a soaked wrapper and nosed it open, once open it reveled a sticky substance that had melted during the hot of the day and then mixed with the rain water. It was sweet and Tyla liked the taste of it, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the large dog's hunger. Her stomach roared a protest when the last of it was licked up so she moved off to search for something else. The wind blew against her and a small whine was given out as a protest as her fur moved in all different directions, chilling her to the bone. She would have to harden up eventually. But she knew she would, it would just take a little time. The gales were so vicious now that with each paw step it threatened to blow her off her feet, a slight snarl was released as she refused to give up. She kept pushing forward, one slow step at a time. Determination showed in her tensed muscles and the set of her jaw as well as showing in her brown eyes. A common feature of her? Of course.
Suddenly the collie was in mid-step, straining against the gale the next thing it was gone. Caught off balance the collie went tumbling over, covering herself in sand. A groan was sounded as she stood up and tried to shake it off. But this wasn't working either. Next licking it off was tested, nope. All that gave her was a gag and a cut up tongue. She noticed after sitting there for a few moments that the heaviness of her coat had lightened, the rain had slid the sand off of her. Good, she thought as she stood up. Maybe there was hope for rain becoming good, but then again, she was so very cold. A shiver ran through her body as she gave another shake to her body, sending warm water off into the cold precipitation. Standing there she would have easily frightened anyone, a wild look in her eyes of hunger and determination, fur sticking up at all angles, and even her size. All of which were quite intimidating factors, but she really was a nice sort of dog. At times.
The basics: Picture (required): full name: Charlotte Emiline Smith Nicknames: Lotte, Char Horse Experience: Been riding and taking lessons since the age of five. Age: 16 Grade: Junior Eye color: Brown Hair color: Blonde Hair length: Mid to lower back. Hair style: Wavy or straight depends on the day. Height; 5’6” Weight; 127 Celeb Used: Angelica Mandy Sum up physical description; She is 5'6", a bit on the short side. She has naturally wavy dirty blonde hair that falls to her mid-shoulder blades or back. Her general appearance is usually make-up wearing, hair styled, girly girl look. She has dark brown eyes and tanned skin; it took forever to get it to the perfect shade. She has white, straight teeth and a great smile, plus she’s slender but well muscled at the same time. The only fault she considers herself having is bushy eyebrows which she plucks regularly. The Girl Behind The Mask: Personality ; She loves fashion, it's a hobby of hers. She has all these designer clothes and hang-bags, but it's only because her parents buy them for her. She doesn't go anywhere without make-up on and a cute outfit. She even wears it to the barn. She is a bit stuck up and spoiled but has a good heart. Lotte loves animals, but before she will touch them they have to be clean. She is a rich girl, and will admit that. And she gets what she wants. Let's say she's a heiress, but she is smart don't get that wrong.She has a drive to, determination is one of her strong suits. She loves riding, it's the only thing in the world that keeps her sane.
She is a snob, a queen bee, thus being the reason she didn't want to be here. She is a 'native' to California, Los Angeles to be exact and this is a downgrade from her normal lifestyle. She thinks herself of better than most others, and this is the result of her parents. She likes to appear strong and hard-headed but around horses she's a softy. Only around horses though. She speaks her mind, very openly, and doesn't care what others think. At least when other people are around. She puts on that fake air of confidence every time she enters the public, but other than that she has a tendency to be weak. She has a hard time to tell other people her feelings so she keeps them bottled up.
She hates shy people as she thinks they are boring and in their own, snotty. Likes; -cupcakes -all animals -delta goodrem -pink -showing -designer apparel -make-up -aussie(hair products) -money -shoes -highheels -school Dislikes; -people who judge others -cherries -snakes -western style riding -weird al -grass green -any store with ‘barn’ in it -wal-mart -anything with ‘great value’ in the name -hot topic Quirks; She loves cooking, it's a hobby of hers. Weaknesses (horse-wise); Any and all Western disciplines. She cannot ride, at all, in a western saddle. She has a tendency to be a bit harsh on horses. Strengths (horse-wise); Stadium Jumping, Dressage, Hunter/Jumper, Halter. She connects very well with horses. She is dedicated and trains consistently. Peeves; lack of manners, nail biting Misc.; What's Done is Done: History: Born May 10, 1992. She is the baby of the family the last born out of two. Her brother is twenty-two, eight years older than her and the pride of the family. He is a smart, well-raised boy who keeps his head out of the clouds and in the books. He has perfect manners and everything else her parents could desire, but he is not their little girl. He at least has some choices left to himself.
Her father seems more open to the fact that she’s growing up than her mother. Her mother Susanne is trying to control every aspect of her daughter’s life, from where she can hang out with her friends to her suitor. Lotte is only allowed to date approved boys and she is rebelling, going to parties frequently and doing who knows what. And this brings up to her reason for her arrival at CSS, her mother thought boarding school was better for her. ‘Besides, horses are your favorite things, right?’ Her mother had said Lotte hated her then. She had always detested the fact that Lotte loved horses saying that they were dirty, filthy beasts only fit to haul coal. But her mother had decided she’d rather have her daughter around horses than out partying. So here Lotte is, but keep in mind, even the richest and best mannered families have their secrets. Family and friends: Susanne Teralin Smith(Ferzinker)-Her mother is a snotty, neat-obsessed forty-two year old. Howard Bastian Smith- Her father is a proud, quiet forty-five year old. Howard Bastian Smith – Her older brother, she really cares about him.
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