Post by erica crawford on Feb 22, 2010 0:38:20 GMT -5
ERICA MAGNOLIA CRAWFORD;
HEY HEY! THE NAME IS UP ABOVE BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME E, ERI WHICH IS PRETTY COOL, RIGHT? ANYWAY, I'M A GIRL, BORN IN SAN FRANCISCO, US OF A, AND AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. DAMN STRAIGHT! STILL YOUNG, BABY! JUST TO GET THE BASES COVERED, I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER AND AM ACTUALLY HETEROSEXUAL BUT I LOVE COFFEE, THE RAIN, TRAVELING, FASHION, MORNINGS BUT I TOTALLY HATE NIGHTS, SMOKERS, CLINGY-NESS, PARIS HILTONS, FATIGUE. I KNOW. I'M THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON ON THIS PLANET, YEAH? BUT YEAH IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP ON READING!
ATTRACTION'S SATISFACTION ;
[color=b84c7f][b]ERICA CRAWFORD[/b][/color] looks sort of like [b]ZOE KRAVITZ[/b] and goes onto aim by the name of [u]YOU, ME, ERICA[/u] but to hit her up, just call [u]529-736[/u]. FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENCE ;
PERSONAL STYLE:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Eric's fashion sense goes along perfectly with the fashion trends going on today. She's all about a little bit bohemian, a touch of vintage and florals and a lot of edge. But when she goes out and dresses up, she's unpredicable but still makes everything work. Every other normal day, she just throws something on according to her mood. Erica has a reasonable number of shoes but each one completely differen to it's neighbour. Flats, sky high heels, gladiator sandals. Her hair stays the same most of the time, even as her fashion changes. Long with a straight fringe.
PERSONALITY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Erica Crawford is not the first person you would befriend. She is normally keeps to herself but when she opens up, she can be the friend you always wished for but you have to dig deep to find the gold. She dreams to have her own gallery of her photographs but for now she content to snap fashion and the hollow headed human mannequins for now. She tends to make up her mind about people too quickly, judging the cover more than the book. But that's her job right? To snap photos of the appearance blessed? Erica does everything to grocery shopping to going to parties with company of her precious camera.
SIGHTING LIGHTENING ;
FAMILY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Isabella Crawford, pediatrician, 39
Anthony Crawford, architect, 39
Grace Crawford, art student, 20
Tyler Crawford, student, 13
HISTORY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Erica was born as the second daughter and child of Isabella and Anthony Crawford. Being the youngest child then, she was given every ounce of attention any youngest child receives. She was given anything she want until she was four, a particular year her younger brother Tyler was born. From then she quickly adjusted to a typical middle child. Erica's school yard years went less than smoothly. She was not one to back down to an opresser but she had good grades, even skipping a year. After she graduated at sixteen years old, she took a few courses in photography, a love throughout her entire life and found herself knocking at vogue magazine, applying for a photographer job.
PASSING CASTING ;
Hana quietened her cries for help to listen to the quick footsteps echoing slightly towards her. A smile of relief grew on her face, glad that someone had heard her after all this time. It had only been a few minutes but when your trapped in an eerie old dungeon cell those few minutes seem to stretch forever. Sighing softly at her stupidity, she rubbed at her sore wrist gently, trying to rub away the pain that lingered there as if just to annoy her. She watched her rescuer stride towards her and smile from the inside of the cell, looking a little helpless. Hana smiled gratefully back, watching him try to unlock the gate, only to break the key. "Are you sure about that?" she said, half amusedly as she looked at the broken half of the key.
A sigh of relief escaped from Hana's lips as the gate finally swung open letting her free. "No, no, you came right on time," she replied grinning, feeling much better now she was outside of the jail cell. Hana's eyes lingered on her rescuer's face and she blushed, biting her lip softly to stop her lips curving into a smile. Blushing wasn't something Hana did very often. Warmth pooled at her cheeks, making her bite her lip even harder in embarrassment. Forcing her gaze to wandered a few seconds, she noticed how dirty it was down here and only made her want get out of the dungeons even more. A smile pulled up the corners of her lips as her gazed turned back to the boy.
"You're not hurt, right??" The words only reminded Hana of her throbbing wrist but the sharp feeling was numbed away by the genuine look of concern on the boy's face. "Nothing serious," she assured him, dropping her fingers that clutched her wrist. The red lines actually stung but the injury wasn't worth a trip to the Hospital Ward. She had just gotten out of that place from the cold she had just recovered from about a week ago. The physical contact made Hana's heart miss a beat, literally. She could feel her heart beats thump against her ribcage like when you run and run out of breath and feel every quickened thud of your heart. "Oh, and thank you," she said, smiling. "Thank you for rescuing me, I mean."
As the fifteen year old tucked away a stray strand of hair behind ear to get it from flopping onto her face, she studied her shoes coyly, smiling at her foolishness. With her eyes trained onto her blue nautical mary jane-style flats, she wondered why she was reacting this way. Reactions like these weren't a common sight. Normally, she was much more relaxed and more... perky and her chatty-self. But her head that was normall full of witty, funny things to say was now clean and empty. It made Hana to want to knock on her forehead to listen if a hollow sound echoed out of her head. Her dawdling fingers brushed her front part of her hair like a comb, pausing briefly at her temple before continuing down the length of her chestnut tresses.
Slowly, Hana lifted her head up and gazed straight into the boy's eyes. "I'm Hana by the way," she introduced herself politely with a special twinkle in her eye.
A sigh of relief escaped from Hana's lips as the gate finally swung open letting her free. "No, no, you came right on time," she replied grinning, feeling much better now she was outside of the jail cell. Hana's eyes lingered on her rescuer's face and she blushed, biting her lip softly to stop her lips curving into a smile. Blushing wasn't something Hana did very often. Warmth pooled at her cheeks, making her bite her lip even harder in embarrassment. Forcing her gaze to wandered a few seconds, she noticed how dirty it was down here and only made her want get out of the dungeons even more. A smile pulled up the corners of her lips as her gazed turned back to the boy.
"You're not hurt, right??" The words only reminded Hana of her throbbing wrist but the sharp feeling was numbed away by the genuine look of concern on the boy's face. "Nothing serious," she assured him, dropping her fingers that clutched her wrist. The red lines actually stung but the injury wasn't worth a trip to the Hospital Ward. She had just gotten out of that place from the cold she had just recovered from about a week ago. The physical contact made Hana's heart miss a beat, literally. She could feel her heart beats thump against her ribcage like when you run and run out of breath and feel every quickened thud of your heart. "Oh, and thank you," she said, smiling. "Thank you for rescuing me, I mean."
As the fifteen year old tucked away a stray strand of hair behind ear to get it from flopping onto her face, she studied her shoes coyly, smiling at her foolishness. With her eyes trained onto her blue nautical mary jane-style flats, she wondered why she was reacting this way. Reactions like these weren't a common sight. Normally, she was much more relaxed and more... perky and her chatty-self. But her head that was normall full of witty, funny things to say was now clean and empty. It made Hana to want to knock on her forehead to listen if a hollow sound echoed out of her head. Her dawdling fingers brushed her front part of her hair like a comb, pausing briefly at her temple before continuing down the length of her chestnut tresses.
Slowly, Hana lifted her head up and gazed straight into the boy's eyes. "I'm Hana by the way," she introduced herself politely with a special twinkle in her eye.
DESTINATION RESERVATION ;
I, TINAA, HEREBY HAVE READ THE PROBOARD AND FORUM RULES AND UNDERSTAND THEM TO THE FULLEST EXTENT AND PLAN TO FOLLOW THESE RULES FOR AS LONG AS I AM ON ON PROBOARDS/THIS FORUM. BY DISOBEYING THESE TERMS AND CONDITIONS, I AM SUBJECTED TO BEING BANNED AND UNDERSTAND/AGREE FULLY WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.[/SUB][/BLOCKQUOTE]
