Post by danielle on Jun 18, 2010 13:00:23 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
[/font]DANIELLE ELIZABETH ACKLES
[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: danni
AGE: nineteen
BIRTH DATE: october 21
HOMETOWN: manhattan
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: counselor
FACE CLAIM: hayden panettiere
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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[li] her stepbrother
[/li][li]shopping
[/li][li]victorias secret
[/li][li]tight clothes
[/li][li]sex
[/li][li]being in the spotlight
DISLIKES:
[/li][li]being ignored
[/li][li]not getting her way
[/li][li]declined credit cards
[/li][li]her stepfather
[/li][li]her stepbrother (sometimes)
[/li][li]sharing
PERSONALITY:
Miss Danielle is well..a bitch. She’s been that way since pre-k. She doesn’t like sharing her things and prefers to have complete and total control of any situation. She is demanding and an attention whore. She likes everything to be about her. She is obsessive when it comes to her stepbrother and gets jealous easily.
She has many enemies because of her rather bitchy attitude. But no on has succeeded in tearing her down. She likes to play with them and often uses mind games in order to crush her enemies. She refers to each of them as her victims and her conquests. Danielle has very few friends. And she barely trust any of them. But she loves music. And loves to dance and fells dance is the only way to safely show any kind of emotion with out getting hurt by others.
FAMILY:
arianna marie ackles- reeves(mother)
john stewart reeves (stepfather)
--- reeves (step-brother)
alexander davenport (father)
HISTORY:
Danielle Elizabeth Ackles was born on October 21 to socialite mother Arianna Marie Ackles and producer father Alexander Davenport. They, like every other upper east side family, spent little to no time together so Danielle grew up mostly alone. She spent mot of her child hood with her nanny and a gaggle of maids. She never had many friends which hindered her ability to integrate into society.
When she was in fifth grade, Danielle began to blossom. By the time she entered middle school she knew how to use her looks in order to get what she wanted. By high school she was on the rise and her popularity was assured. She had everything she could ever want. That is until her parents divorced. After that Danielle's whole life fell apart. And then she meet her stepbrother.
Neither of them liked each other at first. In fact Danielle couldn't stand him. But they had a sexual attraction and they two began having sex. Of course it started out as something to do when they were bored. But she started getting jealous when he was with other girls. When Danielle found out about Camp Rock, she forced him to help counsel with her. She hoped they could have alone time together. Plus being in a camp surrounded by music producers and being able to boss around people doesn't sound like a bad idea.[/li][/ul]
GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 16
TIMEZONE: (GMT-08:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada)
RANDOM FACT: i love cupcakes >__<
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Anastasia pushed the doors of Meriwether open. The weather was pretty nice. The clouds looked all puffy and white and the sky was super blue. One would think a pretty seventeen year old girl like her would be pleased to see such fair weather. One the contrary, today seemed dreary and seemed to drag on and on. Meriwether seemed stuffy and tight. Her only escape was outside. Anastasia had only been here for a month and she had already been locked in solitary four times. She hated this place. She couldn't stand it anymore. She missed her brother. She missed holding him and reading him a bed time story. She missed how Alexi would run into her room and jump on her bed. Alexi was a sweet little boy. Too bad he had to live with that devil man they called father. And that hooker of a step mom.
Mom. If only she were here now. Anastasia looked at her watch. At exactly 2:31 pm today, her mother shot herself. Anastasia remembered it like it was yesterday. She remembered walking in, announcing herself, throwing her book bag down on the expensive hardwood floor and rushing into the kitchen. She remembered her mothers face. A pleading look. Her eyes said "I'm sorry" and "I love you". And in a split second her mothers head was lying on the table. And the blood. Oh god the blood was every where. Dripping down the table, splattered on the walls, a pool surrounded her mothers face.
Anastasia's hands balled into fists. She pushed back the memories into the back of her mind. She tried desperately to get rid of them. But occasionally they resurfaced. Anastasia made her way over to the pond. This was her favorite spot. Ever since she was little, she had been in love with water. It had always calmed her down. She remembered going on the boat with her family. She always fell asleep. Anastasia picked up a stone and tossed it into the pond. She watched as the ripples spread out. She tossed another stone in. Anastasia looked at her watch again.
2:31.
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