LovelyAnastasia

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Hello~ It is nice to meet you all~ I am the one TheFreeman asked for?
Psychedelic~ Here we go~

That Odd Hippie Girl ~ Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance

Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance

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“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato

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Call Me a Lazy Lackwit or Call Me an Old Soul

|| NAME ||

Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance

"Spring Breeze" (grandparents)

|| GENDER ||

Female

|| AGE ||

Five-and-Ten Summers (15)

|| GRADE ||

Ninth

|| SEXUALITY ||

Exploring~

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Free as a bird

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

A willowy slip of a girl, she is just five foot two, and if she is anything like the rest of the women in her family, she'll only get an inch or two before halting in height. Coming from a family that has ancestry in Sweden, Finland, Iceland, and Ireland, she is as pale as the first snow and has hair so delicate in color, that only when it's wet does it shine through as blonde. Her eyes are like placid crystal lakes, framed in frosted lashes that she has to put mascara on. She prefers her clothes free flowing and breeze, sewing flowers on thrift shop bellbottom jeans, wearing hippie headbands, and long dangling necklaces that almost touch her belly. If she isn't wearing her grandmother's thick soled boots, she is rocking Converses and All-Stars, with mismatched faded colors on each foot. She likes to go mostly makeup free, but enjoys lipstick and lipgloss, as well as painting her nails mismatching colors with tiny sloppy designs. Poetry is much like her hippie family, always wearing a daydreamy look or a sunburst of a smile. Oh and don't tell anyone but she gave herself a tiny peace sign tattoo on her thigh with india ink from the art supply store and a sewing needle.

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It's All Groovy In This Sunshine Parade

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

Easy Going, Sweet, Idealistic, Observant, Generous, Determined, Naive, Day Dreamer, Honest, Nomadic when it comes to social groups, Independent, Untrusting, Creative

|| PERSONALITY ||

She's odd, just like her name. The smell of patchouli on her clothes should have gave you a heads up. This is a girl who looks like she should be in an old photo of Woodstock or living in the forest with her parents making flower crowns. When she walks she sort of saunters and bobbles, almost like she is dancing to music no one else can hear. And when she talks, it's all long and slow and sloping, like someone who's slept too long. But she just can't help it, since she'll only ever be the way she is and the way she grew up to be. And if her unashamed old-fashioned hippie interests weren't enough, Poetry enjoys making up nicknames for the others around her.

And they can't help but give her nicknames back. Oh, sure she'd gotten made fun of. But she doesn't mind very much, or at least she tries not to. Wouldn't it be so cool of her to just not even care what other's say about her? But she's a girl at a tender age, just like any other. And when people make fun of her it does hurt. Maybe she'll find a spot to cry for a bit or murmur melancholy poems that don't rhyme to the sky outside, but eventually that gloomy overcast passes and her sunny smile is back. A flower that bounces back after a drought, Poetry she a girl who is pretty skilled and practiced in picking herself back up to keep on truckin'.

Of course, making friends is easy for someone so easy going and friendly, but she'd never had a best friend or anyone close like that. Not her. It isn't as though she doesn't want them, it's just that everyone seems more than fine getting in deep with themselves and them moving on to their normal groups of friends. Perhaps it's her understanding ways, but it can be disheartening, being a Human Diary. Everyone is more that fine with telling her their problems and deep hurts and secrets and worries... But Poetry has never had anyone like that for herself. And she really would like not to feel so lonely anymore...

|| QUIRKS ||

● Biting on the inside of her cheek
● Using oooooold lingo and slang
● Complimenting people she hardly knows
● Picking up litter
● Humming to herself
● Making up poems for fun out of no where

|| HOBBIES ||

● Sewing
● Reading
● Sketching and Painting
● Finding pretty places to daydream
● Listening to music
● Cooking something tasty to munch on

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ The groovin' style of the sixties and seventies
+ animals and plants and all that nature stuff
+ getting to know people so she can figure out what makes them tick
+ Doing well on tests and not even having to try
- Being called a cheater or a liar because someone can't keep up
- Being told she needs to get her head out of the clouds
- Hearing that dreams can't come true
- Hearing people being unsympathetic and antagonistic

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Give Me a Daisy And I'll Give You a Kiss

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

Father - Alchemy Monroe Moonstar Sundance - Carpentder and Metal-Work Artist
Mother - Ode Sugarsweet Bethany Sundance - Deparment Store Sales Associate
Older Brother - "Gregory" Zest Sparrow Gregory Sundance - Attending College
Grandmother - Unna Moonlight Jubilee Nordar - Librarian and Farmer
Grandfather - Afrid Rebel Bravery Nordar - Mechanic and Farmer

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

<sub>A old white house that has been added onto through the years as the family grows.


Kitchen and dining room area

Entry way (where you take off your shoes, thank you)

Her double bedded room in the attic, that used to be her mother's and her aunt's.

The sunroom, where all kinds of indoor plants are grown.


The out door porch sitting area overlooking the back gardens and gazebo.</sub>

|| CAR BIKE DESCRIPTION ||

_{A white cruiser with a basket in the front that is easy to ride and never gives her much trouble.}

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If Only The World Were Big And Bright Like Dreams

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Growing up a flower child of sorts from a family of eccentrics and artists can have more pressure than one might think. After all her elder brother refuses to be called by his birth name and instead goes by 'Gregory' and wants to - gasp - become a doctor! So most of the family hopes fall to Poetry. Hopes that she blossoms into an artist of some kind with a rebellion towards normal society and perhaps even a tendency to bend the rules a bit. They want her to lead a wonderful, colorful life of adventure and beauty. And she hopes that she does too, but perhaps just a little bit of stable normalcy isn't such a bad thing? All she wishes to find a comfortable balance in her life, to be who she is and to live life in her own way, but also in a way that doesn't disappoint her doting odd ball family too much. That's not so much to ask is it?

|| THEME SONG ||

Little Man - Sonny and Cher
<sub>Little man, when you stand by my side
Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone
And I pray that we'll stay just that way
'Till the day comes along when we catch the sun.

Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you

You're growin' old, my mother's cold
Now it's time that you learned what it meant to be mature
There's no such place as make believe
But when I look at your face,
I'm not so sure

Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you

You and me is what I see
And that's the way its gonna stay and it will always be
So little man, please understand
In this world with all its land
You're all I see

Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you

Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you</sub>

|| OTHER ||

She is a practicing Pagan just like most of her family members~

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Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Ah~ Excitement~ Her she is~ Guess who is back in the cityyyy~

Kaori Tatsumia

A Bit Older, A Bit Wiser, But Forever A Baby Face

Name: Kaori Tatsumia

Age: 20

Appearance:
Hair Styles


Casual Attire





Formal Attire




Sleep Wear


Height: 5’ 3”

Weight: 143lb

Likes: Flowers, Music, Sunshine, Rain, Parks, Ice Cream, Coffee, Tea, Cute Things, Animals, Writing Music, Reading, Cooking, Making people smile

Dislikes: Lightning, Too Spicy Food, Seeing Someone Sad, Dark Small Places, Being Bored, Burning Her Tongue, Getting Lost, Sad endings, Dark alleys, Her baby face



Party Trick: She can play the piano and sing (though she doesn’t sing much). She can also play violin, chello, and the koto!

Profession: She is a music tutor and often picks up odd jobs here and there.

Bio/Personality: She is a vibrant person who never gives up once she starts on something. Her family always seems to have money problems, but they never go back on their word or stop loving each other. Kaori can get stubborn when she is angry, but she has a big sappy romantic’s heart. When she gets too stressed out however, she can end up wavering and even crying out of frustration. But she is loyal to fault and will always try to see the best in others. Bullies tick her off though. No one should ever make fun of someone else and she will try her best to stand up to them, even if she isn't very strong. Kaori is also rather clumsy and she can be a bit naive sometimes. While some people can find her a bit annoying, she tries her best to ignore things like that. Not everyone will like you, right?

Theme Song:

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

No sale, no angsty noir nude beach!

This is how to play the game, right...?

@Delta44

Pretty sure XD

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP] iCheck

Yes you should! It is hilarious!

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

No noir-angst or no sale

Normal High School RP?

I am pumped so here is my inspiration~

It's spring...

And I am starting the new school year in yet another school...

I don't mind... It's pretty normal for me actually...

I usually don't have many friends... I stopped trying a long time ago, since we'll just end up moving again...

It's a pretty lonely and gloomy way to live, as you can imagine...

But this year it's going to be different....



This year...



I'm going to try.



....To make friends...



...That's what I'd like most this year...



....That's my dream...



....Yes, that's my dream...

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP] iCheck

@Mr Rage Sakamoto desu ga!

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP] iCheck

Alright~

I'll just wait here~

Playing patty cake

Fighting wasps

and reading

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

@LovelyAnastasia gif game strong

@Dynamo Frokane

pffft Always~ You know me~ I love my images~

The Burning Sky

Amelia smiled, the jar held up in her hand. He watched her with deep dark eyes that did even hint at how he was feeling or what he thought of this entire situation. The cool morning wind blew through the fields, sweeping his long dark hair over his chest. She tired very hard not to stare. It was just that he was very much unlike anyone she knew. So exactly how did someone know where to start when it came to impressions of someone else who was completely foreign to them?

Well, perhaps not completely foreign. Her nanny had been half-Lakota, so that was a start. And she had often watched her father trade and speak with his Native American companions, so there was more foundation for her to start with. And of course she had seen many tribal parties go through their small town. They'd often stop to water their horses here and even trade for food if they needed or wanted to.

So with her small foundation of knowledge, she could build her opinion of him slowly. He didn't show much emotion outwardly, like many tribe men, but he had traveled into this area to get medicine for someone he knew. This showed he had kindness in him. And he was patient. Patient enough to wait for her to run all the way to her house and back. These were all good things.

And with her small observations of Indian men as far as appearance went... He wasn't bad looking at all. Tall, dark, mysterious handsome... Heather would have called him all these things without hesitation. Amelia was a bit more reserved when it came to this though. She was rather reserved around all men. With her experience, they could be overbearing and jump to conclusions that were less than comfortable. So she kept her own council. Her mother always had approved, though Amelia had the sneaking suspicion that Lady Shirewood desired her eldest daughter to be more proactive about finding a suitor to make her a wife.

Blinking such uneasiness away, she smiled even though he frowned. She turned a bit red at her own stumbled explanation of her father's compass. Well, at least he knew that what she was looking for belonged to her father. That was a good start. Now, how to explain a compass...

"Oh, well, it's a..." she forgot herself and returned to sign language, since it was probably a bit easier for him. It was hard enough telling him about a foreign object, but in a different language too? That was just asking for miscommunication.

'It is round and fits in the palm,' she signed, setting the jar in her basket so she could open her palm and draw a circle on it.

'It is harder than stone,' she signed, then added in her own language, "Metal that shines like silver."

'It forever points in on direction,' she added on in English, just in case, "It's always pointing North. Like the handle of the Little Dipper constellation always points to the North Star."

'There are white man words written into its back,' her signing got a bit odd towards the end, but she turned over her hand, drew a circle on it then patted the back. "It has words written into the metal. That is what 'engraved' means."

"We call it a 'compass'," she explained, "It helps you find your way when you're lost. I am looking for the one that belonged to my father. It was stolen when-" she stopped short, her smile faltering. "...when he died," Amelia finished a bit quietly.