Post by tinakins on Mar 18, 2007 17:41:47 GMT
The Evil Master-Mind
We Shout out: Tina
You Live: London, UK
You have walked the earth: 14 years
We Can Moan at you: PM
Your other Character's: None
The Pupet On it's last string
Full Name: Angelique (Angelica) Bridget Valmont
Age/Grade 17/Junior
Birthdate: 16th February 1990
Gender: Female
Birth Country: Paris, France
Appearance:
Angel is a girl who stands out of the crowd..by a lot, even if she does not like it. She's got the 'glamorous' look going for her, not that she cares at all. A girl like her can have her hair in anyway she would care to have it, yet it'd still look breathtakinlgy fabulous. Whether it's left un-brushed and messy, or simply pulled back into a pony-tail it will still look great.
You could say her eyes draw you into her the most; they're a sparkling blue and when reflected by the sun they dazzle you like Crystals. They've never needed any contact lenses or glasses, and the colour Angel could care-less about it..so far as long as she's live; her eyes have stayed the same.
Her white teeth are perfectly straight and this is the outcome of two rich parents. In her height..she's just above average. Not the tallest of all girls, but she's pretty tall. At about 5"6, she can pass for over her age if she has dolled herself up very well.
Angel doesn't really need to use make-up, she thinks it's a waste of money and time to apply it all. The only real make-up she will use would be mascara and gloss; it's the simplest but the most effective.
Clothes don't exactly matter to her that much either. She will wear whatever she pleases, and not care how she looks. One day she could be wearing something flowing and flirty, but the next it could be gothic and deadly...all depending on her mood. Basically what the girl is..is something not to judge. Never judge her by her clothes, by her hair or by her make-up. One day it will be sweet and calm, but the next it could be mysterious and violent.
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Personality:
With her doll-like appearance her personality will shock you very much, and that's exactly what Angel likes. Infact her shortened name is completely the opposite of her, she is definately no Angel, no saint, but more like a devil.
The truth can hurt, right? But it hurts even more when you are vulnerable*, dependent and all alone. She will dawn the truth onto you even if it's the last thing she does, she's like a vulture; stalking her prey. When you are afraid or upset, be prepared for it to get worse you will never get any good side of this young female.
You're expecting me to fill you in on her good side now, aren't you?Well, to be truthful it's not at all possible.
With no fear of being expelled, with no fear of causing chaos Angel has ridden of her good side, and it has been lost forever. Her sarcasm is very deep, and you will rarely catch any un-sarcatsic words from her. It can be harsh, it can be cruel it will be bitter, and always..truthful. The truth is something you will mainly get from her, but only if it can cause you pain.
You're boyfriends cheating on you, everyone know's but you? You'll hear it from Angel, reducing you to tears. Your sister has died but your parents haven't told you? You'll hear it from Angel causing you to go on a rampage.
Life is sweet for Angel, even if it is not for you.
Goals & Fears:
+Get revenge on anyone who deserves it
+Get kicked out of her 20th school
+Ruin Letterage's populars
-Her past to be known by everyone
-Her image being ruined
-Her father becoming financially broke
History:
Life is a harsh, and cruel time if you are a little toddler wandering the streets looking for anyone to come help you. Hungry, cold and afraid you search for a helpful face, a kind face, some to help you. This is the life of 7month old Angel Valmont, living her early years with the name of Aurelie Henry.
You can't imagine the first 7 years of her life. It was full of abuse, violence, alcohol and smoke. Her 16 year old mother had been raped whilst coming home from a wild party, and discovered she was pregnant by the time it was too later. After a horrible 9 months of being in her mothers stomache she was finally born, in the world and hated for it.
Her mother blamed her for everything: for her boyfriend leaving her, for loosing her friends, for being fired from her job. Everything was her fault, even if she was just an innocent child.
After seven long months her mother had had enough. She threw Aurelie, Angel, out into the street and left her to fend for herself. Days and days did she crawl across the streets searching, for anything, anyone. On one night, the night she thought she was to die, she was given hope. Some old woman had found her, and took her to the Orphanage.
Years and years did she stay in that orphanage, with false hope everytime a couple visited the orphanage. But each time some other little girl was chosen, and all for one reason. By the time she was 12 Aurelie was as hard as a rock, and bitter could be seen from the state she was in. To this day, that is most probably what saved her.
A wrestler needed a new apprentince and she was the child for him.
So that was it, she was addopted by Luigi, the man she now calls father, and began training to be a wrestler.
Parent's: Luigi Valmont - The wrestler
Sibling's: None
The Final Legg:
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'Oh no, I'm going to be late!' A quick thought went through her mind as she scanned her messy room for a bag. Any bag, just as long as she'd be able to fit her text books into it.
Another day. Another rushed start to a beautiful morning. If only Angel woke up earlier, would she go through this every morning?
With 20 minutes before her first lesson Angel raced towards the bathroom to brush her teeth. 'Why does this always happen to me?' she thought to herself as she tried to flatten her hair with dollops of gel. 'Why can't I get up like a normal person? Oh why do I have to oversleep??' With a glance at her clock she spat out the foam in her mouth and darted out of her room.
Yes, another rushed start, to a beautiful morning.
As she skipped through the hallway of her dorm house, Angel checked her nails. It was something she did every morning, yet she had no clue why. Maybe it was to check that they were long enough if she broke into a fight, you never know, her nails could come in handy.
Or maybe it was just to make sure they looked perfect, making everyone think the wrong things of her. The perfect glamorous girl..almost like a barbie doll.
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