Post by GWENN LUELLA ROSS on Dec 22, 2011 7:46:45 GMT -5
gwenn luella ross
sophomore ,, zeta tau delta ,, heterosexual ,, fiery ,, arlenis sosa
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basics
gwenn luella ross is a twenty year old sophomore at litton-colwell university. she was born may 21, 1991 in new orleans, louisiana, but now lives in san francisco as a full-time student working a few times a week as a receptionist at the library on campus.
appearance
standing a little under 5'9 gwenn's figure can be spotted from a mile away. with a curvy bust and hips to match she is the epitome of an hourglass. she has always been fashion conscious, dabbling in a more classy, chic style of dress with a feminine edge. the same edge that can be to blame for the single elegant angel wing tattooed down her left side.
personality
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private [ - ]
flirtatious [ -/+ ]
infectious [ +/-]
strong [ + ]
sweet [ + ]
loyal [ + ]
background
born and raised in new orleans, louisiana gwenn was the first born to queen and louis ross, both hard working lower middle class folk. queen worked as a baker and cook at her own restaurant while louis worked as an electrician around the town. the two together would end up having five children, and while they were no where near rich, and the odds of their children dropping out of high school, ending up in prison or dead were high they would do everything in their power to make sure that none of the became another statistic. the two achieved this through strict parenting and rules, but as well as a lot of help from louis' mother. nana as all the children would call her, was gwenn's rock. while she was incredibly close with all of her family, she was nana's first grandchild and probably favorite. queen often said that this was the reason why the two of them were so alike. for the first seven to eight years of gwenn's life there was never a need for daycare or after school programs, she would always be able to go home to nana. there was one point in time that whenever she was asked who her best friend was she would never hesitate to say "my nana."
because gwenn's personality had been the same since childhood, she had always be spunky and determined, she pulled nothing lower than a B- her entire academic career. she realized early on that as the oldest of five she needed to be the leader and pave the way for her brothers and sisters. she worked hard, holding various positions of leadership in school. on top of that gwenn had always been somewhat of an artist, her father said it was the best way she could express herself to strangers without them really getting to know anything about her. photography and painting were her forte and when she picked up a combination of scholarships for her to major in art and her academic success her parents couldn't be more proud. as a sophomore gwenn is double majoring in visual arts and marketing, attending lcu damn near on a full ride. transitioning from louisiana to california was tough for gwenn. she had to get used to an entirely new culture while at the same time everyone was trying to get used to her. to this day she is still seen as the "southern bell". in an effort to get over her culture shock and find someone that may be in the same situation as she gwenn pledged zeta tau delta fall semester of her freshmen year and while some of the girls niceness was a much for her at times she feels they are the only group she can really fit in with.
hey, so i'm ashley. i've been roleplaying on and off for seven years now. as well as this character, i also play no one. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found HAZED AND CONFUSED on shadowplay topsites and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:please forgive me for the short-ness of this post, i haven't rped in about 3 years so i have no posts to show you. this is just a clip from an application that i did a few weeks ago. if, however, you need a real post i can write one up:
A soft smile tugged at full, lightly tinted crimson lips, chocolate irises gleaming with satisfaction. The female sat close to the entrance of the large room cradling an empty sketchbook while nibbling lightly on the tip of an art pencil. Light of a crescent moon hanging high in the midnight sky spilled through oversized windows, painting the cement floors a glossy white. Scribbles of pencils and sweeping of bristles hummed lightly about the university studio as a small mass of students worked diligently over canvas’ frustrated sighs and elated giggles accompanying them. She hid well among the students, thick carbon tresses piled messily atop her head, though remaining discrete wasn’t her primary task. Her brown eyes observed one student in particular, flitting from the brunette to the increasingly growing painting before him. There was never a time he hesitated when joining the paint to the canvas, his strokes and precision emitted confidence, screaming muse. A set of ivory wings traversed the canvas, gold light rolling off the sides. Amidst the mass of intricately detailed feathers the man perfected a hazel figure, long legs leading to a curved pelvis and torso draped elegantly in an almost sheer cloth, clinging to the angel’s shape. A soft, musical chuckle escaped the woman’s lips as she watched her subject finish the painting with a single luminated “halo” hanging above a mass of dense, ebony curls, tilted off center ever so slightly. “Apparently the halo I do have is crocked. I’m not crocked…am I?” She fell from thought as her eyes subconsciously watched the man lift himself from the stand he sat on, disappearing into a back room. The sound of running water echoed through the studio, the female couldn’t help herself. In one fluid motion she rose from the seat she had occupied for the past four hours, dropping the blank sketchbook to replace her spot. “Angel’s don’t have halos, you know.” Her warm, syrupy sweet southern twang called to the man over the steam of water as she entered the room, rummaging through cabinets, opposite of him. A goofy grin took over him, the pride he felt for his painting radiating off of his body. “Says who?” he chuckled, looking over his shoulder to the woman though only catching a glance at her black hair and deep hazel skin. “I’m pretty sure you’re not an angel.” He continued to smile, twisting the knob to the water faucet, gathering the wet brushes and paint easels out of the sink as he turned to get a better look of the girl. “You shouldn’t be so sure of yourself.” The woman rebutted, closing the cabinet door. Making a smooth pivot she turned to face the man, her deep brown orbs connecting with his sea green ones, however his grew large, as they fell on her. A gasp left his mouth and the expression on his voice articulated to the thoughts that violently racked his brain. “Told you.” She quipped a smirk curving her lips. The man blinked frantically three times, one, two three and just as easily as she had came the hazel angel from his painting was gone.
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[/justify]template credit to JACK of H&C.
