Post by annabeth amelia frost on Feb 19, 2010 15:33:29 GMT -5
A N N A B E T H - A M E L I A - F R O S T ,
nicknames ,
- - - beth.
age ,
- - - seventeen.
occupation ,
- - - full-time high school student.
member group ,
- - - senior.
personality ,
- - - intelligent, charismatic, extroverted, friendly,impatient, cunning, ambitious, prejudiced, stubborn, resentful, impulsive, dedicated.
family ,
- - - james frost, fifty-seven, father, engineer
diana frost, fifty-five, mother, housewife, former teacher
joshua frost, seventeen, twin brother, younger by two minutes.
history ,
- - - annabeth was born one of two twin children to james and diana frost, a middle-class family living in surrey, england. they were a very cultured family, the frosts. james was the grandson of a once-affluent physicist and author, and diana's father had been an american historian. thus, annabeth and josh had a childhood filled with things like books, art, and music. when the twins were seven, the family relocated to the states, where james had gotten an important position at a major engineering firm. diana was happy to be back to her home country, but annabeth, in turn, did not like the idea of moving away from the house in which she had been born. her father had literally dragged her kicking and screaming out of the house. her melodramatic episode would have continued if it wasn't for her brother josh, ever her anchor, telling her to "stop being such a baby." unhappy with his statement that she was immature, annabeth had taken a vow of silence, and refrained from saying a word until halfway through the flight to america, when she needed to use the restroom.
despite this, annabeth soon grew accustomed to america. she hadn't wanted to. she had wanted to hate this new country, but her brother's good cheer, her parents' efforts to make her feel at ease, and all the new people she met at her new school made it very hard for her to stay angry with the arrangement. one of the new people beth met was emilie von bretton, a friendly blonde girl in her class, who had been forced to move to the states from her native holland. beth stuck to her, mainly because she felt they had something important in common. later on, it was em's infectious personality, and they way she always had a knack for making her feel better that convinced beth that they would be best friends. after all, she was the only person other than josh who could make her smile all the time. and so, it was settled in annabeth's mind. she and emilie were "sisters."
starting high school was an exhilarating prospect for beth. she was confident that she would fit in just fine, and as is the case with most confident people, she did. annabeth was more prone to studying than partying on weekdays, but once the weekend rolled around, she let loose completely. after all, what was a high school experience without being a little crazy? she had perfect grades and a flawless GPA, so why couldn't she have a little fun now and then? she went to parties, went on dates, flirted with boys, but nothing really serious ever emerged between her and someone else. which was why annabeth had to admit that she was a bit jealous when emilie started going out with someone. at first, she was paranoid that em would stop spending time with her to be around her boyfriend all the time, but that was quickly dispelled. she grew to like em's boyfriend, after all, if he made her best friend happy, why should she hate him? of course, that all changed a couple months ago.
annabeth had no idea he could be such an insensitive jerk. seriously, he would rather choose getting high on... whatever the hell he got high on, than being with emilie? who, in beth's opinion, was the most awesome, smartest, caring person in the entire universe? it took everything beth had in her not to take a baseball bat and slam it over his head. he was stupid, and you know what? she should have seen it coming. what else could she have expected from him? but the truth was that she had never suspected a thing, which made her feel like she'd let em down. it was the best friend's job to have the other girl's back, and she'd been fooled just as easily as em had. but there was no point in both of them being down in the dumps. beth tried every way possible to cheer emilie up. and she thought it was working, because all of a sudden, em seemed to be getting her life back. annabeth was sure proud of herself, and now she's just looking forward to getting her last year in high school over with. and with her brother now going to the same school as her, it couldn't be any more perfect. the only thing better than being able to spend nearly twenty-four hours with her best friend is having the two most important people in her life around with her. it's only too bad that their bonds are meant to be tested in the near future...
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HEY THERE, I'M CHARLOTTE AND I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR FIVE YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING LEIGHTON MEESTER AS THE PLAY-BY FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE JUST ANNABETH!
Apparently, Chyler was a having a rough time telling her story, because she paused after every couple of words. She even had to urge Chy on a couple of times. She had to admit, it was one heck of an interesting story. Who knew little Chyler Steele would have the hots for the guy her best friend was pining over? Della chuckled quietly as she chewed on this piece of information, along with her chips.
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she started, pointing at Chyler with a potato chip. "For some odd reason I don't want to know about, you were splashing around like a poor kitten in the lake. Enter prince charming. He saves you, and you, presumably, make a total loser out of yourself in front of him. Sounds like a typical boy-meets-girl story, except for the fact that said white knight is the boy your best friend is completely googly about." Della pauses to chuckle at this again. "Who needs soap operas when you have life? You get plenty of twisted drama without blowing up your electricity bill. Not that we pay the electricity bill anyway. Not yet, at least."
Della knew Chyler probably wanted to maul her with a pillow right about now. She had asked for advice, not a lecture summarizing her obvious predicament, side-notes and all. It was just such a priceless story! Dells hadn't even gotten herself into a stint like that! Well, now that she was done basking in such an odd story, Della decided to do what she had agreed to do. She would offer her ever-needed advice. If she could think of something...
Dammit, alright. Think of something to say, she thought to herself. What would she do if she were Chyler? No, Della wasn't anywhere near being Chyler, which meant she couldn't give Della Advice. She had to step into Chyler's geeky shoes and think of something from there.
"Alright, so, telling your friend is so completely out of the question," she started. "Anyone who says honesty is the best policy must have shit coming out from their openings. If you tell her, she'll throw a bitch fit." This much Della knew. They were girls, for God's sake! Their first instinct was to throw bitch fits when they felt threatened. That, or, cry. But in this case, both things were bad.
"What you need to realize first and foremost is that if this guy just happens to pay more attention to you than your friend, it isn't your fault. It just means you're more adorable than said friend. Got it? Because you honestly just asked me to help you get the guy, and you can't do that if you're gonna be all 'concerned' about what your friend will think every two seconds. If she really is your friend, she won't let a guy come between you. She'll be happy for you. A little pissed at first, sure, but she'll get over it; if she's a good friend. See, there's this... innate Best Friend Rule Book. Rule Number One is, and will always be: hoes over bro's. So if she's gonna be a little bitch cause you're pursuing your own happiness, then she isn't worth a goldfish's breath."
Ah, the harsh realities of the Friendship Rule Book. This was exactly why Della didn't have many girlfriends. Most girls spurned the book! But enough about her. She needed to get Chyler to see that she needed to get her hands dirty sometime in life. If she wanted to catch this guy's attention, she needed to show an inkling of self-confidence. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the prospect of friend troubles. She had to pick one: the girl or the guy. And if the girl really cared, she wouldn't mind if Chyler picked the guy. Right...? Or was this just another exhibit of how twisted Della's conscience had become over the years?
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she started, pointing at Chyler with a potato chip. "For some odd reason I don't want to know about, you were splashing around like a poor kitten in the lake. Enter prince charming. He saves you, and you, presumably, make a total loser out of yourself in front of him. Sounds like a typical boy-meets-girl story, except for the fact that said white knight is the boy your best friend is completely googly about." Della pauses to chuckle at this again. "Who needs soap operas when you have life? You get plenty of twisted drama without blowing up your electricity bill. Not that we pay the electricity bill anyway. Not yet, at least."
Della knew Chyler probably wanted to maul her with a pillow right about now. She had asked for advice, not a lecture summarizing her obvious predicament, side-notes and all. It was just such a priceless story! Dells hadn't even gotten herself into a stint like that! Well, now that she was done basking in such an odd story, Della decided to do what she had agreed to do. She would offer her ever-needed advice. If she could think of something...
Dammit, alright. Think of something to say, she thought to herself. What would she do if she were Chyler? No, Della wasn't anywhere near being Chyler, which meant she couldn't give Della Advice. She had to step into Chyler's geeky shoes and think of something from there.
"Alright, so, telling your friend is so completely out of the question," she started. "Anyone who says honesty is the best policy must have shit coming out from their openings. If you tell her, she'll throw a bitch fit." This much Della knew. They were girls, for God's sake! Their first instinct was to throw bitch fits when they felt threatened. That, or, cry. But in this case, both things were bad.
"What you need to realize first and foremost is that if this guy just happens to pay more attention to you than your friend, it isn't your fault. It just means you're more adorable than said friend. Got it? Because you honestly just asked me to help you get the guy, and you can't do that if you're gonna be all 'concerned' about what your friend will think every two seconds. If she really is your friend, she won't let a guy come between you. She'll be happy for you. A little pissed at first, sure, but she'll get over it; if she's a good friend. See, there's this... innate Best Friend Rule Book. Rule Number One is, and will always be: hoes over bro's. So if she's gonna be a little bitch cause you're pursuing your own happiness, then she isn't worth a goldfish's breath."
Ah, the harsh realities of the Friendship Rule Book. This was exactly why Della didn't have many girlfriends. Most girls spurned the book! But enough about her. She needed to get Chyler to see that she needed to get her hands dirty sometime in life. If she wanted to catch this guy's attention, she needed to show an inkling of self-confidence. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the prospect of friend troubles. She had to pick one: the girl or the guy. And if the girl really cared, she wouldn't mind if Chyler picked the guy. Right...? Or was this just another exhibit of how twisted Della's conscience had become over the years?
