Post by silvia on Aug 30, 2006 14:54:17 GMT -5
Name: Silvia Fleur (Fleur means Flower in French)
Gender: Girl
Grade: Freshman
Appearance: Silvia is a slim girl with shiny, silvery-blonde hair. She has delicate, smooth skin and light blue-silver eyes. She is short, but at least taller than 5'4", almost matching her best friend, Chanel's height. She usually puts her hair up in loose braids or ponytails, but she cares dearly about her looks. As for articles of clothing, she will wear loose-fitting blouses with tight jeans. Her arms are slim and delicate, but she does swim, and that increases her leg strength.
Personality: Silvia is a braggart. She relies on beauty for popularity, but there are some actual skillful talents that she has. She is an excellent flute-player, and her grades are quite high. She takes part in many Arithmetic competitions and wins, and usually after, will brag a lot. She can also be sorrowful and depressed very often, and she is hard to call or contact since her parents are divorced. Her father lives in France while her Mother lives with her in America. Silvia takes at least an hour in the morning to get dressed and choose an outfit to wear at school, not to mention get her hair ready.
Interests: Silvia's main intrests are beauty, boys, and Chanel. The two were best friends when they met in France, and are both proud of their heritage. Beauty and Fashion play another big role in her life. A lot of her time is spent in front of a mirror. She also has a particular interest in boys, and will often find herself blushing or showing off in front of the other gender. She also swims frequently, but has not yet thought about joining a team.
Role Playing: Silvia slammed her locker carelessly and dashed off after her black-haired friend, Chanel. "Bonjour, Moinseur," Silvia heard Chanel murmur to Robert, who had just passed by them. "Come on, Chanel! This way!" she said, practically dragging her friend through the hallway, almost crashing into another student. Her silvery-periwinkle bookbag swung at her side as she dashed towards a colorful wall. "Look!" she said, motioning towards it.
The picture turned out to be a well-painted mural, featuring a Forget-Me-Not Flower. Chanel gasped. "Silvia...Magnifique!" she breathed out in a whisper. Silvia swelled with pride. "I didn't paint it though," she said, shrugging. "Je l'ai trouvé." "It's okay,"[/b] she replied, hugging Silvia tightly. This is what I live for... she thought smugly, squeezing Chanel back affectionately.
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