Post by ``elanore daniels on Aug 14, 2008 11:47:43 GMT -5
ELLE DANIELS;;
underneath it all;;
[/color] and I'm 17years old. I'm been doing this for 6 years
and you cant reach me by PM.
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all about me;;
name;; Elanore Anne Daniels
nicknames;; Elle
birthday;; June 14
age;; 20
year;; out of high school, never went to college!
sex;; female
sexual orientation;; hetero
band && position;; broken toy soldiers;;lead guitar (&&background vox)
mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; thick, layered reddish-brown hair that falls in waves past her shoulders. She has no signature do, preferring to change it up every time.
PRETTY eyes;; light, doe brown. big round eyes with thick, short lashes. on stage she adds fake lashes, thick and almost egyptian that sweep to the side, giving her an exotic look. She'll also line her eyes heavily. But in every day life she hates wearing make-up, though she will add a sweep of eyeshadow on the edge of her eyelid.
WEIGHT;; 130 lb
HEIGHT;; 5'6"
DISTINGUISHING features;;
None really....unless you count her sharp cheek bones and neatly turned up nose matched with oversized eyes. She has a cute smile, and her cheeks are brushed with freckles.
LOOK alike;; Kate Nash
overall appearance;;
Off-stage Elle is just a cute, clean-cut young woman. She loves oversized jackets, preferably a boy's, and comfortable (but still tight enough to flatter) jeans. Her hair is usually down or in a low ponytail, her shoes guaranteed to be ballet flats. She loves greens, any shade, and the color fills half of her closet. She rarely wears any jewelry, and when she does it's guaranteed to be a necklace or ring from her current love interest.
On stage or in public, Elle takes on her pop star personna, preffering dresses with heels. She wears heavy necklaces, with bright, colourful pendants. Elle chooses dresses to emphasize the idea of her band being all girls.
Whether on or off stage, she always carries herself with confidence and poise. She moves with strong, fluid motions, partially thanks to her toned body. Though thin, her lmibs are pure muscle. She works hard in the gym to maintain a cover-worthy shape. Each movement, no matter how small, is full of energy and determination.
deep down;;
LOVE it;;
HATE it;;
REALLY GOOD at;;
KINDA BAD at;;
THOSE little THINGS;;
GOALS;;
overall personality;;
Elle is full of life and energy. She loves being a woman, and is sure everyone knows it. She is always coming up with new ideas, whether for the band or for a group of friends to do it's always guaranteed to be daring. She loves anything new or challenging. She's easy to talk to because she's so relaxed most of the time. She loves to just sit and think, especially while drawing. Like so many other musicians, she can't live without her iPod on her body at all times.
In business mode, Elle can be a real pain in the ass. She's very controlling, preferring to do everything herself. Her mantra is " if you want something done right do it yourself ". She doesn't hesitate to say what she thinks, nor to boss people around. It's not in a diva way though, simply an ocd one-though it can, of course, be easily mistaken for the first, less flattering perception.
She insists on everyone attending all practices, which always run the same way for the same amount of time. She oversees most of the preperations for each performance, and is known for keeping her band more as a dictatorship than a democracy.
Elle's one weakness is boys. She loves boys of almost any type, though she does especially like the ones that don't like her. She's infamous for striking up relationships with roadies, only to quickly break them off after recieving several pieces of jewelry. She also changes her phone number after each break-up, though she keeps all the gifts and still uses them. She has quite a collection of x-boyfriend's sweatshrits, which she still wears simply because they are so comfortable. Part of her really does want a real relationship, but for now she's perfectly content with the throw away ones! As much of a 'whore' as she is, Elle does still draw the line at intercourse, though anything else is fair game.
She has a crazy side (especially when she's drunk), and is rarely able to turn down any dare.
valuables;;
BEST memory;;
her first time on stage. she was seven....it was at church
WORST memory;;
her first break-up.
MOST VALUED possession;;[/color][/size] iPod!
HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; Chicago, Illinois
parents;; Jacob and Anita Daniels
pets;; a kitten named Killer
rawr
history;;
Elle had a fairly normal childhood. She had always loved to sing, but had quite a shy streak. Finaly her father made her join the church choir, where she had her first solo. Soon she was accompanying the church choir on guitar on top of singing, and she found the balance was perfect. She loved it. The memory stuck with her, and she began to love being on stage. Still she was a bit shy, but after years of her father teaching (slash forcing) her to promote herself, she became a real business whiz, and an expert at selling herself.
Elle was one of the first members of the band, playing and singing with Chandler since she was eight. Though, of course, she refused to go on stage most of the time. Her overbearing 'know-it-all' personality put many potential members off, so there was no true band until after Chandler quit college. Chandler, of course, called Elle up first, and they decided on the name Broken Toy Soldiers.
Chandler's father passed away just after the band became official, and Elle, freaked out by the emotional stress, became a little distant, but still tried to pull the band together. She actually allowed practices to drop in time for a week. Only a week.
FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrase;; it's not a party if it happens every night
your OTHER work;;
on The Seven
Eve had, as usual, managed to sleep through her first few classes of the day. She was still recovering from a fairly rough party from the night before, and, in the big picture, parties were way more important than one class. Still, she knew she had to wake herself up somehow, and what better way than running? E wouldn't lie, she hated running. Hated the agonizing pain in her chest as she pushed herself too hard, hated the monotonous pound of her feet against the track, hated the slight dust that kicked in the air around her ankles, and especially hated the definately gross sweat that pourd down her. That whole girls glisten sexily thing? Yeah, total lie.
Still, it was a must if she wanted to keep her perfect body. After all, E wanted to be a celebrity, and celebs ran. Right? Whatever, it worked, which was all that mattered. Some girls might chalk this behavior up to anorexia, especially when put in perspective with E's ridiculously picky eating habits. But Evelynn was good at getting in her vitamins, not to mention her meat-plus she was a sucker for chocolate! She felt her stomach growl at the mere thought. She hushed it, glad no one was watching her act so ridiculous, then set off on the track, brown hair bouncing in a neat pony tail.
There were, she thought, two perks to running. The first was the good hour she got out of her iPod. Not that she didn't use it pretty much constantly, but she did love to move to a beat. If she really tried, she could almost pretend she was dancing. Almost. The better part, however, was dressing the part. There were so many cute excersize outfits! Plus they showed off her killer figure. Today she had opted for the boody shorts that proclaimed 'PINK' along her butt, matched with a tight tank, made all the more clingy by the sweat already dripping down her body.
She closed her eyes and tried to match the beat of her feet against the ground to the beat pounding through her noise-cancelling headphones. Lyrics, oddly relaxed for a run, ran through her mind. Lyrics were her thing. She was an above average singer and guitarist, but what made her stand out were her lyrics. She had a nack for poetry and planned on just being a lyricist if her own music career didn't work out. Which, with a body like hers, how couldn't it? She chuckled to herself, knowing how vain she was when it came to her figure. Whatever. It's not like it was a sin, right?
She finished a mile then trotted over to the side, panting as she sought out her water bottle. Seven minutes. Not bad. Not track team material, but not bad. Now another 45 minutes of light jogging...or walking, depending on the music and her mood. She took a blissful gulp of her water, loving the cool feeling of it slip down her throat, then pounded off again, trotting lightly, oblivious to the world...
administrator opinion;;
KEEP my SECRETS;;
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