Post by caylee madison cameron on Aug 12, 2009 0:54:28 GMT -5
CAYLEE MADISON CAMERON
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hi, my name is cay and i am eighteen. i belong with the tourists and i'm devoted.
Cay tends to keep to herself a lot. She’s not really one to make a scene and rather be an observer. If something goes wrong, it’s most likely that she’d be a bystander. She’s not one to make friends easily. If she makes a friend, it would probably be the other person to start the conversation. She doesn’t like really loud or nosy people and would rather keep clear of them all together. Cay can usually be spotted on a bench by herself, just writing lyrics. She likes being alone and tends to avoid crowds all together. She does enjoy being in isolated areas because it gets all the other thoughts from her head.
The only thing that Cay isn’t shy about at all is music. She loves music with all her life and is very passionate about it. She likes to write songs and perform them. When she sings, she sings with soul. Cay won’t pay attention to anyone else in the room and it’s obvious that she’s really into the song. The lyrics that she writes is something she keeps to herself, unless she feels really attached to someone else. If she meets someone and Cay realizes that they’re also into music, she can talk about it for hours at a time- which may seem a bit tiring, but to her, it’s her life.
She also happens to be kind of a romantic girl. She likes to write songs about it- always and will get very into a relationship. It doesn’t take much for Cay to fall for someone too. All she really looks for is someone sensitive, nice, respectful, and who’s also into music. She really wants a relationship, but she can occassionally expect too much out of them. For some reason, Cay always thinks ‘this is the boy, he’s the one’ like a fairytale and ends up being disappointed each time. She’s still looking for the boy, but at least she’s full of hope.
Caylee Madison Cameron was born on July fifteenth to Calvin and Monica Cameron. She was a quiet child growing up and would often spend time singing along to the TV jingles. She was also an only child, so her parents spent a lot of time trying to please her in every way possible. They did realize that she had a knack for making up her own lyrics to different songs and they very much encouraged it. She loved singing along to the radio wherever she was. It wsan’t until the third grade when her singing was recognized. At first it was simply a hobby, but at their Christmas talent show, Cay sang ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ and it stunned the audience. Teachers, peers, and other parents all said she had potential in becoming a professional singer and she believed every word of it. Ever since then, she had her eyes set on a singing profession.
In high school, she would go down to local clubs and restaurant events to sing. Cay was always trying to find ways to sing to an audience, just to hear their support and each time, it encouraged her. It was her freshmen year when she was first asked out on a date. Before she had been writing silly bubble gum pop, but with that boy, she felt like it could be real. Cay wrote a song and sang it to him. It was really cliché, she realizes it now, but back then, it was cute. They went out for a couple months until he broke up with her all of a sudden. She didn’t know why, but she found out that he had his eyes on someone else. After her first and a couple other attempts at a relationship, she started to write more meaningful lyrics. Those were the songs that actually expressed her feelings and she felt much more attached to them than in her middle school years. Cay had the support of some of her friends, but because she spent a lot of time writing lyrics and trying to find a singing job somewhere, many other kids thought she was just shy or stuck up. She didn’t have many friends because of it.
She wasn’t too sure whether she should go to college or not. Her parents wanted her to go, but they also wanted Cay to pursue her dreams. They told her that she was allowed to take a break from school for a year maximum and try to go for the singing act. If it didn’t work, she would have to wait until after college to continue. She wasn’t too pleased at the arrangements, but she agreed neitherless. She went to Osdale, Michigan hoping to strike up a deal with Caden Harte, who has a recording studio. While she waits for his call, Cay’s just rocking it out at different clubs and such.
hi my name is becca and i am sixteen years old. i'm a female. i just wanted to let you know that fashion statement suicide, okay? and i've been roleplaying for forever! nah, about one and a half years. i like roleplaying usually girls, but I can rp as a guy too, and here's what i do.
Veelas are scary when they’re mad. Period. Becca remembered seeing her mam upset at someone and it had been scary. Lucky for her that her mam hadn’t ever been that angry at her to be too scary. She knew too well that she would be stupid to get her mad on purpose. Since she was only half, she wasn’t able to transform into a bird like creature with rage, but she came pretty dang close. Becca was able to get anyone intimidated just by the way her eyes flashed. She groaned in frustration as she slammed her fist against the table counter. She had never had a good relationship with her father. No matter how respected he was in the pureblood society, she couldn’t stand him. They had been in communication just minutes previous. He had told her that he learned about her behavior. “I forbid you to be going in the hallways after curfew!” He had told her. She had been completely disgusted at him. Her father had never cared for her. He only cared about the reputation that he had received from her granddad.
Becca had only gone to France because of his order and for that, she would never forgive him. She had let her anger get a hold when she accidentally blurted out that he wasn’t the boss of her. Her father had been flustered and angry with her talking back. They had never had a decent conversation. It always ended up a conversation. He had started to tell her that she shouldn’t be like her mam that her mam was just another stupid veela and he wasn’t going to let Becca be that way. To insult her mam was like another sin. Her cheeks had gone red, her eyes flashing, and her finger nails digging moons into her hands. Her voice had gone dangerously full of anger when she told him that “her granddad’s ‘good’ reputation would never be stowed upon him” and that he “was just as filthy as any other mudblood.” She didn’t get the chance to see how angry he got since she instantly extinguished the fire with a simple charm. Even though he was a respected Death Eater, she was probably the only one to ever speak up against him, but even then, she was scared on what he was going to do after she called him a ‘mudblood’.
Becca wasn’t able to control herself when she got angry. She had to admit that she got her short temper from her father though. Her footsteps were heard, echoing along the hallways. Her wand was at hand and she knew that it wasn’t the best strategy to let an angry veela in the halls with a wand. Anyone who got into her way, her wand would flick and instantly be hexed. She used different hexes for different people and soon enough, people knew that they shouldn’t get in her way. Her pupils were black, able to change colors when she was upset. She finally got to the dungeons, but her temper hadn’t gone down either. There was probably one person that understood her- Draco Malfoy. It wasn’t unusual to think that out of everyone, he was the one that understood her best. He was like her second father- her true one, and she couldn’t help but envy Holly Malfoy every once in a while. There was already another student there, waiting for Draco’s attention. “Get out,” she demanded, pointing to the door and the student instantly scampered out, scared. Becca waited impatiently, her fingers tapping on the desk, as she waited for Draco to come.
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