LAMBERT, annabelle catherine

[annabelle catherine lambert]

ANNABELLE CATHERINE LAMBERT
hey girl, you’ve got a short fuse. And I’ve got designs on lighting you up.




I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY
when things are suddenly all about you
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YOUR NAME: Dana
YOUR AGE: Seventeen
CONTACT INFO: PM me.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS: Four years
OTHER: ---

OH NO I'M LOST ONCE AGAIN
and then they all switch to the character
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FULL NAME: Annabelle Catherine Lambert
DATE OF BIRTH: February Thirteenth
AGE: Twenty-Two
NICKNAMES: Pretty obvious ones: Anna or Belle.
APARTMENT COMPLEX: Pinot Grigio
CANON or ORIGINAL: Canon
FACE CLAIM: Rachel Bilson

STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME
looks are considered to be very important
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HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
BODY BUILD: Petite
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: No tattoo. Only ear piercings.
MOST DISTINGUISHING FEATURE(S):
In a non-physical way, her most distinguishing feature by far is her laugh; it sounds more like a giggle until she breathes in and let’s out a squeak. But physically, her most distinguishing feature is a combination of the basic features that, individually, they usually a person’s one feature. Individually, Annabelle’s nose, eyes, cheekbone, lips, etc. aren’t very special. But if you take in her facial structure as a whole, you would notice that, somehow, it makes her appear innocent. Though innocent is a word that some people may use to describe Annabelle as a person, it’s her face that gives her a young, almost childlike, innocent appearance.

EVEN THE MAGIC CAN FADE
your personality can get you rather far
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<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>LIKES:

Starbucks
Piano
Writing
Iced Green Tea
Loud music
Small towns
Responsible people
Long drives
Poetry
Using logic over imagination
Bonfires
Shopping
Ethnic foods (especially Asian and Italian)
Card games
Classic novels
I Love Lucy reruns
Snowball fights
Slurpees
Salt and Vinegar potato chips
Jokes found on Laffy Taffy wrappers and popsicle sticks

DISLIKES:

Too much immaturity
Frequent overuse of alcohol
Hardcore drug use
Big cities
Humidity
Not understanding things
People constantly saying that ‘42’ is the meaning of life
Diehard musical fans who constantly sing the show tunes
Facebook
Radio stations who over play decent songs so they become annoying
Things that require lots of patience
Hot tea
Blue ink pens
Serious conversations through texting
Ketchup/mustard/other various condiments
Bees

STRENGTHS:

Loyal, dedicated, loving, confident, has a strong belief in her morals, hardheaded, stubborn (can also be her weakness though.), independent for the MOST part.

WEAKNESSES:

Impatient, tends to crack under peer pressure if there is enough of it, when she does become attached, it’s a hard bond to break, hold grudges for even the slightest thing that upsets her, can be a little too demanding.

HABITS:

Puffing out cheeks like a blowfish when she’s nervous, but sometimes alternating which cheek is puffed, biting down on her knuckles when she’s frustrated, talking to herself in French when she’s bored.

OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Annabelle is a mix of too many different qualities. Annabelle grew up always acting a little too old for her current age. At some point throughout high school, her maturity finally matched with her age. But that unbalance still existed in her uptight, spastic ways. Annabelle could always make some time to lay back and have fun, depending on the given situation. But with things she feels strongly about, such as the people she loves and commitment, it’s not something she can take lightly. Those kind of conversations make her somewhat tense. When things aren’t going well, Annabelle doesn’t know how to control this anxiousness, and her bad temper usually makes the situation end badly. Her temper is something she is embarrassed about, but it’s something Annabelle cannot control for the most part. She only hopes that people can see the good things about her. During the time that love, commitment, and any other ‘should be serious’ subject isn’t brought up in an inappropriate way, Annabelle is a different person. When she’s with her friends and the people she trusts the most, she can be relaxed, funny, and even charming.

That calm and laid back side of Annabelle was the part most people seem to enjoy the most. Her jokes are always witty and clever, but she will giggle at the cheesy jokes found on popsicle sticks. Annabelle is someone who – when it comes to her friends – is always extremely understanding and willing to listen to their problems and give the best advice she can give. At times, she gets a little too caught up in her own problems to focus on others. She doesn’t do this out of selfishness; it’s just a bad habit that comes with her bad temper and edginess. She’s prone to rants and tantrums, but avoids them to the best of her ability. Annabelle is self conscious of that side of her, and tries to hold herself together when others are around, but like any human she has her weaknesses, and she eventually falls apart. When those moments of falling apart do occur, Annabelle tries to keep to herself, not wanting to get anyone else involved. But sometimes these tantrums and breakdowns occur in front of other people, and those people who sticks with her through those are the ones Annabelle considers her true best friends.

Overall, Annabelle is a genuinely kind and down to earth girl. She loves her friends and her family, and hates that her family has been torn apart for quite some time now. Annabelle is a hopeless romantic when it comes to the one she wants the most, and in a way, it’s both cute and slightly obnoxious. One of Annabelle’s greatest weaknesses is her impatience to those things she wants the most. Once again, she doesn’t do this out of being selfish – she knows how to accept not having things her way. What she can’t accept is when her hopes were up for something she truly wanted – something that almost feels like a need – only to have to wait even longer to get it, and maybe even not getting it at all. Annabelle is anything but selfish, but some of her flaws and somewhat frequent tantrums make others think otherwise. Annabelle does have a bad temper and tends to be uptight in many situations, but that’s not what selfishness is. She’d do anything for her friends and family though – she takes the value of friends and family very seriously. Anyone who gets to know Annabelle, gains her friendship, and can tolerate her at her worst, are promised to have a loyal, loving, and trusting friend.
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JUST ANOTHER PICTURE TO BURN
this is why your heritage is up high
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MOTHER/AGE/JOB: Brooke Maria Ryan/48/Anesthesiologist
FATHER/AGE/JOB: Tyler Jackson Lambert/50/History Professor
SIBLINGS: Jude Jacob Lambert/28/High School Music Teacher - Brother
SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER: ---
PLACE OF BIRTH: Elk Horn, Iowa
FULL HISTORY:
Annabelle was born and raised in the small town of Elk Horn, Iowa. Her parents had grown up and lived there for their entire lives, and her father, Tyler, wanted his two children to do the same. Tyler was the history professor at a small university in the next town over – which all Elk Horn kids usually attend - and had no intention of ever leaving. Brooke had gone to school to become a anesthesiologist; but in a small town with no huge hospital, this degree gave her nothing to do in Elk Horn but be a stay at home mom. Annabelle’s older brother, Jude, fit right into the small town kid thing, as did Annabelle herself. As they grew up, the brother/sister pair grew closer and shared a lot of the same friends. Then again, nearly everyone was friends with the same people in such a small town. But it worked for the family; at least three of them. Annabelle and Jude had every intention of going to the university to study whatever fancied them at the time and stay in Elk Horn. Annabelle wanted to find someone in Elkhorn or at the university, get married, and start her own family right in Elk Horn; the same plan her father and brother both had. But Brooke always had other intentions, and when Annabelle was 13, she finally spoke her mind.

One day, Annabelle and Jude were sitting on their wooden porch swing. Jude was playing his guitar, and they both sang random songs together, laughing when they were way off key or forgot the words. Their fun stopped when they heard their parents yelling at each other inside the house. Fights rarely ever occurred between the married couple, and the few that have happened never seemed as bad as this one. Annabelle and Jude immediately crept back into the house at that point, attempting to figure out what the fight was about. Brooke was yelling about how she never wanted this life, and she finally found her dream job in her dream state; Florida. Tyler was yelling about how she could possibly be okay with ripping the family apart. The fight was ended with the final decision of them getting a divorce and keeping one kid each. It wasn’t until after that statement that the parents realized their kids were in the room. Brooke picked Annabelle, leaving Jude with his father. A month later, after the parents hadn’t spoken a word to each other, the divorce was finalized and Annabelle left with her mother to Boca Raton.

Annabelle was never that close to her mother, and for those first few years at Boca Raton, Annabelle had no problem hating her. They moved into a nice apartment complex called Pinot Grigio, and Annabelle went to the local high school. The heat was something she had to grow used to, and how different the kids were here then back in Iowa. As she grew up, Annabelle realized that she definitely didn’t mind having a beach so close by and all the attractive men walking around. Still, she missed her brother and father terribly, and called them every day. Her father worked at the university, and eventually had gotten over the somewhat of a drinking problem he had when Annabelle and Brooke left him. Jude went to the university and became the music teacher at Elk Horn High. Annabelle was thankful that they were still doing exactly what they wanted. After Annabelle graduated from high school, she enrolled in a community college. Though she the money to move out and get her own apartment elsewhere and she would have no problem leaving her mother who was always working anyway, she felt somewhat obligated to stay with her. 97% of the time, Annabelle had the apartment to herself anyway. But her mother still preferred having someone there for the time she was home for, and Annabelle knew that it was still her mother, and she should still be there for her, despite all that Brooke had put her through.

HISTORY HAS NOTHING ON ME
anything else that could be important
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MEMBER TITLE: let it roll;;
READ THE RULES: -ACCEPTED-
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Aiden held his breath for a moment, knowing that this usually drives the redness away. A thought came over him as he gazed across the table to Larissa. Aiden wondered if Rissa was starting to think his emotions weren’t as strong. He didn’t have to hold everything inside until Paris, did he? In that moment of silence - after Aiden’s blushing – Aiden let one more thing slip. This time, it was an intentional slip. “You’re always cute though.” It was a mutter; a very low, grumbled, mutter. The grumbling was somehow very sincere sounding though; very timid. Aiden wasn’t sure if this was something she would catch, but he hoped that it was. ‘Cute’ was an understatement on Aiden’s feelings. A major one. She didn’t need to know that yet though. Aiden even bothering to compliment would be enough shock for that moment – perhaps for that day even.

Aiden’s lips twitched into a frown for a moment, before he quickly rearranged his face back into a smile. Did the kick bug her that much? There was no way she would take that seriously. Aiden had to have been misinterpreting her reaction. “What are you gonna do about it?” Aiden laughed softly – partly because he was nervous. He reassured himself though; after everything Aiden has ever done to Larissa, a slight kick would not be the thing that annoyed her. She didn’t even seem annoyed when Aiden thought about it. At least that’s what he hoped. Maybe she was just as distracted by thoughts as he was.

In fact, Aiden was practically drowning in his own thoughts. Between trying to figure out Larissa’s reactions, what they would do to pass the time, ice skating, and their trip to Paris; there were just too many scenarios to plan out in his head. He wanted to give up on figuring out her reactions – there was no hope. Passing the time, well, he was waiting on that answer. He wanted to let Rissa decide something. There was only so much Aiden had to offer her. Letting her do whatever she wanted to do was one of them. Ice skating would be their pre-romantic situation before the many Aiden was expecting Paris. Wasn’t Paris the city of romance or something like that?

Paris. Was that actually going to happen? How foolish was Aiden going to look? The trip to Paris opened a new door in Aiden’s mind. This door led to a room filled with worries, romance, anxiousness – this trip was becoming too much for Aiden. What if he rushed things? Or made a fool of himself? Aiden knew he was bound to mess up something. That’s what he was best at. Perhaps Rissa had found a way to like that part of him? After all, she did ask him to go with her in the first place. But first things first – they had to finish this day.

Her voice helped clear the thoughts for a moment. “Of course with marshmallows. That’s the only way to drink the stuff.” As the thoughts left his head, Aiden managed to give a real smile – the crooked one. It was much easier to show his happiness about everything when he wasn’t suffocating in all his worry and doubt in himself. It was pointless to be so worried anyways. Aiden had embarrassed himself numerous times in front of Rissa, and she was still here.


Aiden looked down at his now free hand. He felt the words in the back of his throat; he knew exactly what he wanted to say. And Aiden knew how he would sound when he said them – he would sound like a child. Only this time, he wasn’t trying to imitate one. It would just be how it sounded. He nodded his head towards his hand. “I knew we were going to have to let go at some point. It would be kinda hard to eat if we were holding hands.” He chuckled nervously. “I just didn’t want to let go yet.” So maybe not all of the cheesy romantic lines had to wait until Paris. It couldn’t hurt to let some of the truth out now. This way, Rissa would know what to be expecting from here on out. She wouldn’t have to doubt how serious Aiden was about her.

Aiden tried to push the romance aside then. They still had to figure out the rest of their day. He rolled his eyes and laughed as Rissa was saying she couldn’t come up with something. She always came up with something; that was her job. Aiden just followed. Aiden refused to pick for today though. She was taking him to Paris; letting her pick the activities for today was a small way Aiden figured he could give something in return.

The suggestion of going shopping made Aiden’s stomach twist. He barely had enough money for pay for dinner…how the hell was he going to go shopping? Aiden didn’t have to buy anything for himself – unless he needed some ‘spiffy’ suit for Paris or something. He wouldn’t have any money to buy Rissa anything besides this dinner – he was going to feel like a jackass if he couldn’t buy her something at the mall. Aiden knew very well that Rissa had money; but he felt inadequate when he couldn’t give her anything. Aiden felt his face redden as he nodded and managed a smile. “That sounds like a plan. You can just drag me around to all of your ‘girly’ stores.” Aiden laughed, hoping he could pull it off as a joke. Just once, he wanted to give Rissa something more than a few laughs and some pizza. Obviously today wasn’t going to be that. ‘Just wait till Paris,’ he reminded himself.

[brietta genevieve kingston]

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