Post by ali on Mar 9, 2010 6:58:21 GMT -5
CHEYENNE GRACE FOSTER
Name: Cheyenne Grace Foster
Nicknames: Chey
Age: Twenty-one
Date of Birth: 14 June
Grade: Junior
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Home Town: Augusta, Georgia
Degree: Drama
- Minor: Stage Acting[/ul]
Play by: Annalynne Mccord[/blockquote][/blockquote]
--- AMBITIOUS Cheyenne has always been a driven, devoted individual. When she sets a goal, she's determined to to reach it, and if people say she can't do it then she's all the more determined to prove them wrong. In this sense she's extremely head strong and stubborn, often doing the opposite of what people say just to annoy them. Even from a young age she had big dreams and wanted to follow them, even if her parents didn't think it would get her anywhere. She hasn't always had a lot of support - sure, her parents took her to her lessons and all, but they always wanted her to have a nice 'safe' career, not something in the arts. Obviously, being the obnoxious and difficult being she is, this made her want to be an actress even more. Cheyenne is extremely devoted to her acting. She can sing and dance as well, so she's a bit of an all rounder, but she's always wanted to do musicals so it's rather helpful to know these things. Not to mention she's always had a dramatic streak in her.
--- OUTGOING Cheyenne has always been a wild one and a loud one. She loves being the centre of attention and knowing that people are focusing on her, and she also loves anywhere with an energetic, busy atmosphere. She lives for activity. Never has she been one of those people who wants to sit quietly and amuse themselves; oh no, spending time with Cheyenne is a full on job. She gets bored easily, and doesn't really settle for long periods of time, especially if she's going something she doesn't like. As mentioned earlier, she's very stubborn so if someone tries to make her do something she won't want to do it. She's always been a drama queen and is prone to overreacting about everything, and she's also a very physical person. Always hugging or jumping onto other people in an affectionate matter, or otherwise finding some way to make physical contact. Although she isn't exactly what you could call nice, she has a certain charisma and confidence that draws people, and her constant energy is contagious. Of course this can be irritating as well. She's almost overly energetic, extremely loud and very pushy. She loves a party and loves to drink, and her clothing is just as loud and out there as herself at times.
--- SELFISH It's easy to see why Cheyenne is selfish. She's more interested in her own amusement than other people, she's easily distracted and very pushy. She gets caught up in her own excitement, so anyone she's with who isn't able to assert their own authority and try to get her attention back will be left behind. That's why she interacts best with equally loud, outgoing people, because she just kind of forgets about most quiet people. In group situations she's worse, because she wants to be the centre of attention, but one on one she isn't so bad. She's also a crazy drunk, and she gets even wilder the more she has to drink. When she's alone with a person she tends to be calmer, but this hot and cold approach to people in certain situations can be offputting. Cheyenne doesn't really go out of her way to be nice. She's not a patient or kind person, though is usually fairly decent, especially towards people she knows well. Part of the problem is that she's so outspoken and blunt, and has a short temper to match the rest of her over the top personality. She also has a big mouth; she loves to talk and often accidentally blabs people's secrets.
LIKES: musicals, cocktails, nighttime, the city, fashion, theatre, fitness, flings, magazines, being on stage, winning, the colour red
DISLIKES: fast food, cleaning, being carded, being cooped up, rejection, snow, being second best, babies and children, sultanas, hip hop
Cheyenne was born in the small city of Augusta, Georgia to a pretty normal family. Her mother was a teacher, her father was a dentist and she had a brother two years her senior. Throughout her childhood she spent about half her time not in the city but a few miles north west of Augusta on her grandparent's farm in South Carolina. So she really had the best of both worlds. The bustle of the city and everything that came with it; the wide open spaces and fresh air of the country that she could explore with her brother. Her childhood was fairly easy and comfortable; there were no major issues in her family or life, and really it was just a normal middle class existence.
From a young age Cheyenne was a vivacious and energetic child. It seemed for a while she might be a tom boy, constantly following her brother around and trying to do anything he did, but that phase quickly passed when she realised she hated to get herself dirty and that she really preferred not to mess up her pretty dresses playing in the mud with her brother. Her vanity developed from this young age, and she was always particular about her appearance. Meanwhile, she still had a particularly mischievous streak, and if she did something wrong she would try to blame it on her brother. Some times it worked, but adults soon learned that this cute little girl with the golden ringlets wasn't quite so angelic as she seemed. Cheyenne was the sort of kid that loved to be the centre of attention, something which she still loved in her later life, and loved more than anything to play dress ups and raid her mother's make up and clothes. More than once she got in trouble for smearing her mother's lipstick everywhere, although she particularly liked the red one the best.
Cheyenne's over energy was quickly becoming a pain for her mother and father, so they decided to try putting her into sports. That didn't really stick; she wasn't interested in anything except tennis. So they tried the next thing, which was dance classes. And that was something she actually liked, and wanted to go back to every week. It started her interest in performance.
During her freshman year of high school, Cheyenne started to actually find her niche at school. Previously she hadn't really stuck to any one thing. She had her dance, and now singing lessons too; she was fairly popular and had a lot of friends but was only an average sort of student. In high school, however, she started getting into drama and performance seriously for the first time. Being an actress had always seemed cool. She used to love watching musicals at home and dressing up and singing along, but actually being able to perform and take a role and be applauded for it - that feeling of accomplishment was what cemented the idea of a career in her.
However, her parents weren't too interested in their daughter's creative pursuits. They supported her like it was another passing phase, and encouraged her to have a career in something safe, like medicine or business. But of course Cheyenne was having none of that, it was Broadway or nothing. Yes, she had her mind set on Broadway. During her junior year of high school her plans were to move to New York after she'd finished school. She didn't plan on applying to any colleges; her marks were average at best, and she just wasn't academic. One of her teachers persuaded her to apply to some arts colleges, however, to at least encourage her to get some attempt at a tertiary education. That was how she ended up at Emerson, and she's always been glad she took that teacher's advice, for once.
Why Emerson?
When she applied to several colleges, she got accepted into two (which was a little depressing for her). Emerson was the best of the two in her eyes, and also the most convenient, money and accommodation wise.
Today's family gathering had actually ended quite early. Natasha was out of the penthouse by quarter to four and had refused her mother's constant insisting she allow the driver to take her back to school and instead chose to walk. She wasn't bothered by the distance to the school, nor by her attire which was hardly practical, although she was extremely good at walking in high heels and only ever fell when she was drunk or it was icy. However, Natasha was fairly glad it hadn't been an overly formal event, only her grandmother coming to visit (her mother's mother; if it had been her father's family it would have been more of a production) and so she had been spared from wearing a fancy dress - not that she didn't like getting dressed up, but she would have just been uncomfortable.
Central Park was extremely close to her parent's penthouse, only a couple of streets away. She smiled as she walked down the street, her Louboutin pumps clicking mutely on the pavement and her thick brown curls blowing out slightly in the breeze. She wished she'd thought to bring a coat, but it had been oddly warm when she'd left this morning and she hadn't wanted to carry it with her. It didn't matter, though. She didn't want to spend too long in the park, just enough time to have half and hour to herself before she got a cab back to school, where she wasn't sure what the state of relations in her dorm would be. Maybe she should have stayed at her parent's, but then again Natasha supposed they probably would have just said she couldn't. Oh well, at least tonight her mother had said she 'looked thin', which made Natasha feel happy, even if she had then proceeded to tell her her skirt was too short'.
Regardless, Natasha put her thoughts of that to the back of her mind. She was here for some alone time, some 'me' time, away from the pressures of school. It was exhausting, mentally and physically and emotionally there. Constantly having to keep up her image, constantly having to put up with the bitching of the other diamonds, constantly trying to keep herself out of all their bickering and fakeness and Madison's unprovoked nastiness (although that was ignorable). She had her book and she settled down on the grass near the playground, folding her legs underneath her. It was calming here. Even the traffic and the sound of the children was relaxing - she'd been raised in New York, she was used to noise; in fact, she couldn't sleep in perfect silence. Opening up her book to her marked page, she made herself comfortable for a short while of relaxation where she wouldn't have to think about too much at all.
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