carina elisabeth deveaux

[CARINA ELISABETH DEVEAUX]

CARINA ELISABETH DEVEAUX

Name: Carina Elisabeth Deveaux
Nicknames: Cari, Care
Age: Eighteen
Date of Birth: May 13th, 1991
Grade: College Freshman
Program: Arts - Drama
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: British
Home Town: Wiltshire, England
Play by: Amber Heard

--- STUBBORN
Cari is stubborn, something that gets her into trouble half the time. She doesn't like being told what to do and if anyone attempts to do that, she of course, will do the opposite of what is being asked of her. As a rule of thumb, Cari only does most of the things she does because there is a gain of some sort for her and not for anyone else. She generally thinks of no-one else but herself, which makes her a bit pig headed over things, refusing to back down even in a losing battle. She will not back out of an argument and will not settle for a no answer half the time.

--- PERSISTENT
Her stubborn nature also makes her extremely persistent. Once Cari starts, nothing in the world can stop her. She feels the need to get everything done or else she starts to feel insecure. Besides, when she wants something, she definitely gets it - even if it is totally off limits. Even as a child, she leaned to get anything she wanted, her last resort being a tantrum. When Carina actually feels committed to something, she will stay loyal to it. But if she is not tied down, she isn't the best girl you can trust with your secret of the best girlfriend to have seeing she has a penchant for going for the next best thing in her irrational logic to achieve the best. Also, if you don't agree to something, she will never rest until you do. It is fair warning to be say you should be wary of trying to say no to this girl.

--- MANIPULATIVE/INTELLIGENT
This could be debated as good or bad. Carina knows what she wants and she knows how to get to it. She has been doing this since she was little, and perhaps her intelligence is too high for her to handle sometimes. She shuns studying, preferring to go out and partying and getting drunk. Her school grades don't show much, placing her as a mediocre student, but her test marks tell a different story. She taught herself how to read and write from copying the newspaper and she understood how everything worked. It wasn't uncommon to find the little girl sitting in her room ripping apart her dolls because she wanted to see how everything fit together. She also learned to find out secrets from everyone else and use them against her nannies and babysitters to sneak her extra desserts. Cari is very intelligent but people rarely assume the pretty faced girl also has a large brain. At home it isn't rare to find her curled up with a book, but at school, it sometimes seems like she goes out of her way to hide this.

LIKES:
» Cupcakes
» Men
» Acting
» Praises
» Sunsets
» Storms
» Shopping
» Partying
» Sprinklers
» Flaws

DISLIKES:
» Sunrises
» Silence
» Staying Still
» Family
» Idiots
» Immaturity
» Liars
» Clowns
» Being Judged
» Bugs

" You can say that my life has been easy. And why wouldn't it be? I was born in a stately manor in the British countryside, to two doting parents. My mother, renowned for her tea parties (sarcasm is to be noted), and my father, a businessman who spent most of the year in board meetings around the world. I had a group of nannies who tended to my every need. So maybe I was a bit lonely. I'm an only child, and there was rarely anyone to play with, but I had all the toys I could ever want. I was also naturally smart. As I grew up, isolated from most of humanity, I gravitated to books. They were the friends I never had. Every time I cracked open a new novel, I entered a different world and I could get lost in it. I had my hero, always coming to rescue me from whatever type of distress I was in, and I had talking animals. Books have always remained the same to me, even to this day. I don't care if I sound like a nerd or whatever for saying that. God forbid my friends here ever find that out. I'm just not that kind of person anymore. At least, not to their faces.

So when I was... ten, my mother found out from my dad's backstabbing business partner that those long trips he went off on? Let's just say he didn't go alone. He's had a mistress for the past fifteen years or something ridiculous like that. Some blonde tramp that he's known since he was little. Turned out they always had a little thing for each other, but even though the bitch was at my parents' wedding, she continued their fling. My mom was too naive, and far too trusting to ever think about looking at credit card receipts and whatnot. She didn't believe it at first, but Tyler, my dad's business partner and best friend, told her she should really do some snooping. And when my mother checked in his briefcase, he had a pair of nice red panties from her. Real classy dad... She flipped out on him, and I remember hiding at the top of the staircase as I watched my mom throw countless expensive dishes and glasses at my dad's head. None of them hit him, but their relationship was destroyed. I couldn't care less actually. I rarely ever saw my parents, especially my dad, so when my mom told me we were moving to America with Tyler (they had shacked it up the minute my dad moved out to be with his mistress, god my mom should have known Tyler would have had some type of ulterior motive), I thought it would be some kind of adventure you know? Britain was boring, and as I was home-schooled, I was excited to see what America would be like. I wanted to make friends, someone other than the maids, and I thought America would be the perfect place to start fresh. Just like in all the books.

So I packed up all my crap in boxes, and then hopped on Tyler's fancy private plane to his home in Kentucky. Yes, I guess that helps figure out why my accent is so funny. The southern accent affected my British one, and now it's some weird kind of blur. You find it charming? Thanks, I think. It's kind of creepy to tell a student that... but yeah.... I was really excited. He lived in a smaller house than the manor I had been used to, but the British house was incredibly creepy. Especially since I heard some of the maids talking about how haunted the place was. We hardly even used half the rooms, so the nice white mansion was better for me and my mom I think. My mom was a lot happier, even though she always complained about how fat her neighbors were. Tyler was a better father figure than my own father ever was. He taught me how to ride horses from the stable that was on our backyard. He even bought me my gorgeous little horse for my twelfth birthday. Everything seemed fine and dandy, but nobody ever prepared me for how horrible and nasty other kids were. I know it's kind of difficult to think I would be bullied right? I mean, to think I would be bullied now is kind of retarded, but back then, I was this gangly girl with braces, and I had a weird accent. I was different from everyone else who grew up together.

I ate lunch alone for like, six months. I never told my mom or Tyler though. I didn't want to complain, they would call the school and I would be even more teased. I learned to stay quiet, sit in the back of the classrooms and do all my homework and more. I preferred to talk to the teachers than attempt to make friends. I was labeled as the freak. The English dinosaur, and a lot more. And then when I turned thirteen, puberty hit. It was actually kind of great for me. All the other girls stopped being these dainty little things and grew to be my height, and all of a sudden, my British accent was cool. It was weird. Like, one day I was shunned, and the next day, everyone wanted to be my best friend. It was actually great. I actually started bringing over friends, and my parents (I learned to call Tyler my dad) were thrilled. They had thought I was a social freak or whatever. And that was around the time I started to notice guys too. They stopped being these gross things to being cute... and yeah... I don't really feel like discussing my feelings for guys with you if you don't really mind. I think I've already said too much. But again, I don't really mind. I sorta, kinda, like talking about myself in a vain way. You can't be taking that many notes about me. I'm not a lunatic, and I don't have some kind of psycho past. Like I said at the start, my life's been pretty easy. Nothing traumati--, oh wait.

Yeah, my dad killed himself when I was thirteen and a half. Yes, a half. I really like my birthday, yes, enough to count down the months until December. So yeah. He hung himself in his home. Blonde tramp left him after he refused to give her more money or whatever. And then apparently he tried to call my mom a billion times to get her back, but it was like, way too late for that you know? So we got a call from my grandparents telling us we needed to go back to Britain for his funeral. We did, but it wasn't like, sad, you know? People were crying but I hardly knew the guy. So maybe it's like, supposed to be traumatic, but it really wasn't for me. I don't know. Does that make me weird? Because I didn't cry at my own father's funeral? It probably does. That's okay though, I don't really mind.

After all that was over, Tyler sent me to Philadelphia, Emerson Academy for high school. It was here I bloomed, or whatever. I grew a couple more inches, as if I wasn't already tall enough. I'm like 5"9 now, isn't that ridiculous? I feel like a giant, but that's okay. I guess I was really sheltered until I arrived here. But isn't everyone until they start to realize there are things that adults really don't want you to be doing? It affected me, a lot I guess. I started to party, and my grades? Pfft. I could hardly care less about them. I fell in love with acting around this time. Both my parent's weren't really that happy when I told them that's what I wanted to do for a living, but I got accepted back into Emerson for college and decided to come back without their approval.

I love this place, and lucky for me, I have four more years left. "

There was a chapter in her life when Aria was genuinely happy. Life had always been hard for the Holland family, considering the amount of misfortunes that seemed to grace the Holland family. From her father leaving her mother to raise five children, to her younger brother Daniel dying of leukemia, it was difficult to imagine when in her saga of a life she had found time to experience the feeling of joy. Even though she had to work to help support her family and had been forced to grow up much too early in childhood, the brief time she was with Zane Cooper, had allowed her to feel an emotion she had only read about in books. There was love, and lust of course, but what Zane probably never knew was just how happy he made her feel whenever he held her in his arms. She felt safe and protected, and like she never had to worry about anything else in her life. However, that stage of her life was long over. Zane was gone, and he would always be gone. And even when she snuggled up to Callum at night, she couldn't help but wish it was Zane who was comforting her.

She never let her mind drift toward her past, but when it strayed there on its own accord, it decided to revisit memories of the two of them together. That was the time Aria smiled at everyone who passed her on the street. It was the time before she started to rob banks to fund her family. Reaching back into the crevices of her brain for these memories always brought with them a sense of sorrow and regret for where this journey of life had taken her. Every memory, was like watching the life of a stranger on a television show. One, that wasn't particularly pleasant. Because Aria knew that she would never again feel like that. She would live her life out in a state of fear of being caught. She would never again be happy - she just had to accept that fact.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the cop decided to order just water. He did know her tips came from commission right? He couldn't just order water, which was free. Why on earth would he come to a cafe when he could have poured himself a glass of water at the police station? Cops were all the same. They all assumed the world bowed down to their feet because they 'protected' the innocent citizens. It was just a shitload of propaganda if anyone would think of asking Aria her opinion on the subject. They did absolutely nothing. Look at what had happened in the last couple of months she had been in Casticova. The building had been broken into, there had been a cat fight between the fractions, along with various other things the cops could have been putting a stop to. Instead, they decided to waste everyone's time by ordering water. They made her so angry sometimes, you could tell by the way she was pressing her pen into the depths of her pad. Still, she forced herself to smile when he noted her necklace. He was wasting her time.

She couldn't help but absentmindedly reach out to grab the pendant at the end with her left hand. It had become a force of habit from wearing it for such a long amount of time. Her eyes looked across the space between the two to meet the eyes of the officer sitting in front of her. Her fake smile faltered and suddenly, she was looking at him with a quizzical expression on her face. She knew those eyes. The dark brown pools of chocolate that had caused her heart to skip a few beats whenever he looked at her. She would never forget those eyes, like she would never forget the person they belonged to. Zane? What on earth was he doing here? In Casticova? In the place where she worked? And just like that, all her feelings of resentment toward the cop that came in and ordered just water washed away.

Time was often viewed as an enemy, but time, also proved to be a faithful friend at various intervals. Time, like fate, was intertwined in a bond no person could dare breaking. After she had sworn she would never be happy again, they had returned to her the one person who could make her life better. They had returned to her, her best friend, her one time lover. Forgetting all decorum and the rules that made up the establishment where she worked, Aria dropped her pad and pen and immediately threw herself at Zane. She somehow managed to sit down on his lap and wrap her arms around him, not caring how she looked to anyone watching the scene. All that mattered was that Zane was back. She closed her eyes, feeling content as she buried her face in his neck, relishing the smell of him that she had missed. He smelled like after shave, a cologne he had been wearing forever and green tea. It was a smell she had missed in her life.

"Zane," she breathed into his ear, and her lips tingled as they pronounced that one word. This - was all she needed in her life.

Hi, I'm ELLIE and I'm NINETEEN old. I'm SILLY. This is my 1ST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from AN AD SOMEWHERE.

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