BLOCK, Claudia Rosa, Junior

[Claudia Rosa Block]

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Name; Nicole
Age; 17
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Years RP-ing; about 3
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Name; Claudia Rosa Block
Nickname(s); Clauds
Age; 17
Gender; female
Birth date; August 9, 1990
Grade; 11 -- junior
Clique; scene


Appearance; With naturally blonde hair and soft blue eyes, there is not doubt about it that Claudia could have been a prep or even a popular girl. If things like that were only based on looks, that is. Her blonde hair falls roughly to the middle of her shoulder blades. She doesn’t like it longer than that. Every few months, Claudia will either pull out the scissors or go to the cheapest salon she can find to get her hair cut to her shoulders. There are times when you cannot tell that her natural hair colour is blonde. For the past three years, she has been known to dye her hair a dark brown or black. Recently, though, she has let the dye grow out and her hair is currently blonde. But since she is not a fan of her hair being completely blonde, she has dyed the underneath layers of her hair black. Some of the tips of the black have been bleached out and dyed pink, as well. She’s very happy with her hair now, and especially with the fact that it contributes to her “scene” look.

Claudia has eyes the same colour as the sky at its brightest. They are a soft blue, untainted by any other colours. Her eyes are very deep, giving insight into her soul, just like that old saying. One can tell simply by looking at her eyes that she is not like others her age. Her eyes give away that she is a deep thinker and loves her solitude. But not many people look at her eyes. Instead, they look around them. Every day, she wears heavy eye make-up, drawing others’ eyes away from the deepness that make up her own. Just a little above her darkly outlined eyes lie her eyebrows. They are thin, sculpted. Despite her naturally blonde hair, she has brown eyebrows, but it doesn’t look bad or funny in any way.

Fair skin covers the thin frame of Claudia. She doesn’t like being tan, and therefore doesn’t go out into the sun or to tanning booths. She prides herself on her pale skin. Acne is not a problem for her as she takes all the precautions possible to keep her skin clean and clear. She’s always been thankful that greasy skin was not a family trait.

Claudia’s body is thin and limber. She’s not underweight, though. Her body is perfect for her, and she is fairly happy with how she looks. Of course, just like every other girl on earth, there are things she would give anything to change about her appearance. She hates how when she wears a big, baggy shirt, she looks more like an adolescent boy than a seventeen-year old girl. She does have some curves, but they’re not always visible. Still, the curves she has fit her body’s form.
Picture; (Posted Image)
Celebrity; Lauren Steil
Height; Five foot One inche
Weight; one hundred twenty-two pounds

Personality; When you think of girls, you think of sugar, spice, and everything nice, right? Or maybe you think of those girls who always talk, whether it be with a small group, or in the middle of class. Or maybe you even think of the “mean girls,” the ones who always make other feel bad about themselves. Claudia Rosa Block doesn’t quite fit into any of these categories of girls. She has her own category, made up of just her and no one else.

Claudia, to her own knowledge, has always been quiet and withdrawn from everything around her. Her behavior has always been considered “unusual” by her teachers and counselors. For her though, it was normal. She enjoys being by herself. She enjoys being withdrawn. There is nothing anyone can say that will make her change her mind. Solitude makes her happy; it brings her comfort when nothing else can. It is not only her lifestyle, but also her escape.

Many adults will try to pull Claudia from her little, protected shell. She responds politely, but with an obvious dislike for conversations. There will never come a time when she won’t answer someone who has spoken to her. Of course, she will use the least number of words possible to get her message across. Conversations are not a strong suit for Claudia, but get her on AIM, or texting, and she’ll be quite chatty. People suspect that she’s that way because she doesn’t have to speak directly to someone to talk with them when she uses technology, and they are probably right.

For Claudia, friends don’t really exist. There isn’t really anyone she really likes, or anyone she really dislikes. Rather, everyone seems to be in the grey area in the middle; in the acquaintance category. Some men, though, seem to be on a completely different spectrum. Those men, the ones she’s dated, are usually liked more than most of the people she knows. They capture her heart quickly, but only for a short while. She’ll do anything when she feels her heart racing with someone else’s. Sadly, though, no one has ever gotten her heart to keep racing every time she’s seen them. That was always how she knew the relationship was over. Over all, she’s fairly friendly with everyone. Only she really knows, though, that that friendliness is just a mask, fake. Solitude is her favourite companion.

The other kids in her class would describe her as aloof. She is always day-dreaming about something, or talking to her still-existing imaginary friends. Claudia is intrigued by the unknown and is always doing something that is more fitting for a child of the age of four. She still builds fairy houses, and doesn’t care a single bit what anyone says or thinks about it. She’s her own person, and that is all that matters. No one else has to be let into her little world, and no one ever will be. Not yet, anyways.
Likes;

+ psychology
+ lemons & limes
+ toe socks
+ dead/dying roses
+ clothes
+ melty cheese
+ hair dye
+ raves
+ boys men
+ anime
+ art
+ Moulin Rouge
+ nail polish
+ glow sticks
+ family
+ music
+ friends
+ blogging
+ AIM
+ being a myspace whore
+ tattoos
+ guys in out of their tight pants
+ pictures
+ friends
+ sex
+ whipped cream
+ faeries

Dislikes;

- fakers & posers
- child molesters
- pudding
- being itchy
- smokers
- bad hair days
- insects
- poodles
- acne
- nosy people
- boys in shorts
- peppermint
- losing something she cares about
- feet
- body oder
- ceramic figurines
- slow computers
- suede
- people who don't believe in faeries

History; August ninth in the summer nineteen ninety was a joyful day for Britney and Ashton Block. That was the day a baby girl was born, and not just any baby girl, their baby girl. The girl was named Claudia Rosa Block. Once she learned to smile, a smile was very nearly always on her lips. Everything was “perfect” in the Block household. And everything remained the same, happy and “perfect,” for the first year of Claudia’s life. After that first year, the smile grew less and less frequent.

The smiling decreased with the death of Ashton Block. As a young child, she hardly was able to understand what happened. All she knew was that the man who was always around, always playing with her, was never there again. The memories wouldn’t be able to be remembered by Claudia in later years. She would only be able to remember from the words of her mother that her father was decapitated in a car accident when she was a year old. The laughs that used to fill the Block home when the children would play with their father would never be heard again. And now, there was a third child, another boy.

She was never one to cause many problems. Instead, she was quiet and withdrawn. Claudia was not a typical girl for her age. She didn’t like talking. She didn’t enjoy playing complicated games of ‘house’ with the other girls. Claudia was the child one would see sitting on a swing, alone. Some felt bad for her, and she didn’t understand why. She was happy without friends, happy playing pretend on her own. Everyday, Claudia would go off on her own to play pretend. She had imaginary friends to play with and help her build faery houses. Because she was so different from the others, Claudia got picked on. She pretended not to notice, though it hurt deep down. Her life and her life style was continually pushed towards “scene.”

The solitude that Claudia made for herself continued. Of course, she was always polite to anyone who spoke to her, but she wouldn’t carry on a conversation for long. She smiled politely, but never genuinely. This behavior she exhibited kept up for many years. It slowly began to break, though, in high school. Alderon had a whole lot of people who were different; who were like her. It was so much different from previous years. And she liked it. As a freshman, she made a friend. Only one, though. But throughout the year, she made plenty of acquaintances. Parties raged and she went to all of them. Alderon was doing exactly as her uncle had hoped it would for her. She was “coming out of her shell,” as the adults in her life put it. Maybe it was doing better than they wanted. During her sophomore year, Claudia met many men. Not boys, but men. She and her friends went out to clubs with fake ID’s. That was the year she lost her virginity. She lost it to a man at least ten years older than herself. She’s slept with many, many men in the past year. Sure, you could call her a whore, and she wouldn’t care in the slightest. She knows that every man she has slept with had been her boyfriend at the time.

Now, as a junior, Claudia is single once again. She seems to be regressing back into her solitude, and the ones she considers friends don’t like it. The grades, usually fairly good ones, have been slipping as of late. No one quite knows the reason, except for Claudia, and she refuses to tell a single soul.
Mother; Britney Block [43]
Father; Ashton Block [deceased]
Siblings; Dorman Nikolai Block [male; 18; senior] & Fredrick Morely Block [male; 15; sophomore]

Sample RP; Will still got lost easily in the woods. She'd only been there four days. But there was one place she always seemed to be able to find- Shag's tree house. She'd been lost nearly all day, but she'd found her way to the tree house. A smile flitted across her lips as she stood for a moment near the tree it was built in. Movement caught her eye as she stood, deciding whether or not to surprise him. She blinked, then squinted a bit. Shag? Was he..bleeding? She moved forward silently, watching him climb the ladder in pain. She grimaced at seeing him in pain. This was her fault. If she hadn't clawed at his shoulders, he would still be out hunting. He wouldn't be bleeding so badly.

She grabbed the rope ladder as soon as he was up in the tree house. She climbed up and stuck her head up. Her dark eyes focused on Shag. A deep frown lined her face at the bloody shoulders. "What the bloody hell did you do?!" She pulled herself into the tree house and walked over to the bleeding boy. "You bleeding idiot!" Her anger was rising, but seemed to halt for a moment. "No puns intended." She smacked him over the head-not too hard, though- with her hand. With a slight sigh, she let herself down into a sitting position in front of him. "You've got to be more careful! Why didn't you bloody bandage up or something?!" She was going to be ranting at him for some time she figured. What if he'd opened them worse and had lost too much blood to have made it back to his tree house? He could have killed himself. Then she would have had to resurrect him and kill him again! Her eyes darted to the small box he had. "Give me the bloody box, Love. Now. And don't think you're going to be gettin' off easy." Her frown had deepened by now.

"You could have killed yourself running around out there! What would I do without you, hmm? You're my guide until I get good at this whole...navigating thing." She was rummaging through the box, examining all his supplies. What she needed was scattered on the floor, but she was too distracted- or was it upset?- to notice. "Don't you ever think before you act?! Or do you think that thinking is below you?" She turned the box basically inside out, looking for what she wanted. It was by her leg. "Bloody box...What the bloody hell were you doing that opened these so far, anyway, Love?" Her eyes were scanning the floor, still missing that which was in plan sight every single time.

The tape that had been discarded four days ago when swimming, had been remembered. She was wearing it now, just not as tight. Her hair was up under her cap- as she was used to. Though it seemed, whenever she was with him, it always seemed to come down and cover her shoulders. She'd have to remember to take it off, so he wouldn't do too much movement of his shoulder muscules.
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