Post by MILEY STEWART, HANNAH MONTANA on Sept 20, 2010 9:57:25 GMT -5
MILEY RAY STEWART, HANNAH SAVANNAH MONTANA
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FULL NAME:miley ray stewart. stage name: hannah savannah montana.
"YEAH. I TOTALLY NEED TO KEEP MY IDENTITY HIDDEN. I DON'T WANT TO BE A FULL TIME CELEBRITY. AS FOR MILEY--IT'S PRETTY COOL."
NICKNAMES: miles, mil, m-ray, smiley/ hans, hanners, banana, bananers, hanners.
"YEP. THAT'S ABOUT IT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY...."
DATE OF BIRTH: november 23, 1992.
"NOVEMBER... COOL, NO DOUBT."
AGE: almost eighteen.
"SAYWHAAAAAAAAAAT? COOL BEANS!"
SPECIES: human.
"UHHHHH.... WHAT ELSE IS THERE? OHOH MY SPECIES IN A SUPER SECRET POP STAR. I KID, I KID."
ABILITIES: singing sensation.
"I SING BETTER THAN A CAT AT NIGHT, SITTING ON AN OLD NASTY TRASH CAN."
FANDOM: hannah montana (television show and post movie)
"HUH?"
PERSONALITY :
"With arms wide open under the sunlight. Welcome to this place I'll show you everything. My name is Miley Ray Stewart, I have a secret... I am Hannah Savannah Montana and i'm living my dream. I was born and raised for the first good half of my life, about until sixth grade, in Crowley Corners, Tennessee with an extremely loving family."
i'm going to let you know about myself. i have two identities, myself--miley stewart-- and hannah montana. i have a background for each, one is real one is fake. my fake one, for hannah goes a little something like this: born in November, all chilly outside, I came in the middle of the night, my momma (as my daddy tells me) woke up the scream of a banshee, enough to make the neighborhood’s stray cats regret ever singing their nasty little songs and howls at night. I came with a storm, and it suited my entrance well, as I was nothing but tears and a little red face. I, however, quieted down the moment I was handed over to my dad. He claims I cried again when my mother held me but, who knows? He could just be a jerk, haha. When I was very little, about four or so, I started singing since I could finally speak in full, unbroken sentences. I loved to sing, I loved to act. Just like my daddy, who was a celebrity himself. He wrote his own songs, performed them—he was my big rock star and I loved him so, uber much. Still do, fo sho. As I explained before, it was on my seventh birthday, in Crowley Corners, that my own fame began to unfurl. That fateful day I sang on stage with my daddy and a call from a talent agent, (see the section about my birthday for deets) basically I was trained and prepped and got my first record deal by the age of ten and boom! I did it. Wow, this is hard to explain without giving it in tidbits. Sorry if it sounds a little patchy. But, I moved to Cali with my family (dad and a boy who THINKS he's my brother... let's not talk about my family, okay? Need my personal life left alone) and, like, I made such close friends like Lola and Mike. Through out the years I climbed to the limelight and just flashed my peace sign to the paparazzi. I released album after album, appeared on interviews, guest starred on TV shows. But before I get carried away, back before I was famous, I was a normal, average kid. I went to a normal, average school and got good grades. I was smart. And still am? Oh, and I know I'm very secretive about my whereabouts but i can't have stalkers. <br><br>
HISTORY
now, the real deal. about myself, miley, the real girl underneath the blonde wig: Born to a tragically beautiful mother, Susan. I came, and I was such a sight for sore eyes; even to my brother, at a little age, Birthed into the musical world of my father, growing up, I had always been interested in singing. Such astonishment, i showed: soaring around the house, singing with a diaper on my head—at only age two. my momma and daddy had defiantly taken this into mind, in giggles, and in appreciation so at that moment my father began coaching my voice. I was quite a fine baby, unlike my challenging sibling. Always with a smile—in fact, my name became Miley as i didn’t shed a tear when born yet entitled a gorgeous grin upon my fresh lips. Unfashionably, of course, my simple issue was, when i did cry, a horrific wail with the ready-made lungs of a singer. Destiny, dad always commented.
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The time rolled around nearly when I was entering sixth grade that my life changed, doubled in fact. my chance of a rock star life came into play. Auditioning, practicing, and after winning the hearts of many my secret life started (This, after i complained terribly of wanting to keep my image out of the limelight) daddy, my loving father and manager had concocted the supreme sophisticated plan: Hannah. The name hadn’t come at first. Alexis Texas, Samantha York—all different until momma had put in Hannah Montana, bringing that classic smile to my face. <br><br>
As Hannah was created, another life was taken to illness. momma had been sick with the noxious cancer for quite some time, keeping her own secret to us, her family until the facts became critically too late. She died; causing emotions to crash and burn, my word seemed to end--which is quite ironic-- mom's last words to me had been simple as rock the world, Hannah Montana, ‘cause I’ll be watching. My mother’s wishes, my new goal… to be the best pop star out in the world. Of course I was modest of the entire ordeal. <br><br>
After Hannah became well known all over Tennessee, my father began to notice a depression deepening through me. Taking into fact of the life reminiscence of his wife, a family meeting was held and the entire votes lead to a move. The travel to sunny Malibu, California where Hannah would thrive and i would create enemies with the all-too want-to-be-classy Amber Addison and Ashley Dewitt, and best friends with Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken… Mix ups causing fairly inept situations would come forth such as my revelation to my two best friends, then some romantic to the all-too-stunning, famous actor Jake Ryan, and of course just my horrid clumsy ways to endanger my private life even more so in several other ways and occasions.
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OUT-OF-CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: what should we call you?
AGE: you knowwww.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: how long have you been roleplayin'?
CONTACT: PM, AIM, MSN, etc.
FUN FACT! just tell us something crazyyy or interesting about you.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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The hunger was growing, piercing and lust, thirst akin to what seemed like poison running through her veins. She wanted to hunt and quench the burning sensation in her throat. Those pretty, little features became paler than had naturally set in; the blush of her cheeks gone, even with what little she adorned about her cheeks. The thought, however, of harming was too much for her to handle. She reflected on her former life, the pain and suffering from her father’s abuse, which she remembered somewhat well.
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Bree sat, tremors running through her body, or so she felt as if they were, with a book on her lap and her eyes attempting to focus. She read the same sentence over multiple times. Her head was reeling and her nonexistent heart thumping or more so, she felt anxiety, stress. If it were not for her sweet and rather sympathetic nature, she would prowl, attack yet, Bree could not follow through, or so she had in the past, as told, she needed to but she never truly enjoyed the facts. <br><br>
In the deepest caverns of her now vanished soul, she wished forever she had never left home. Abuse, she decided, was well again than putting pain on others. Bree was kind as so. She would have rather been the victim than the antagonist. She despised the latter, particularly from her love of reading; Bree loved the heroes in those novels, she adored the triumph, the bravery, she wanted to be a protagonist, which she knew would never be veracity of those facts.
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Newborn to the vampire world and a trace, a very rare, vulnerable, she felt miserable. As of the moment, she flipped page after page, focusing a bit more relaxed for she thought of the pain another human would suffer, though the thirst was still dreadfully present. Mind over matter, she told herself. She wanted to believe she was far from suffering hunger. <br><br>
Every drop of blood sounded filling, nothing she completely craved although she preferred certain tastes. Her eyes darted about for few moments before turning down to her novel. Chapter by chapter her hunger became more and more prevalent. <br><br>
She remembered almost clearly her transform and she began to miss her parents. She knew they had longed for her, wanted their sweet daughter back. Impossible. <br><br>
After a chapter in the midst of the book ended, Bree Tanner closed her now red eyes, leaning back against the armchair. Cushioned, comfortable, she wished for her next, or so she believed, years or eternity rather, that she could sleep. Not tired, but sleep would block out thoughts, memories, lingering feelings. <br><br>
She missed her mother so, she longed to see her father (just to look at his face, not to live near), she wanted her life back. Nothing could be done, she knew. She knew she was part of an army made to destroy. Bree knew what she had to do, had to follow the lead of Victoria, or else the worst would come upon her. <br><br>
Eyes closed again, she relaxed, it was all too much, she feared her next days but knew she was possibly safe, so she believed. She wanted to so much be alive again but so said was not possible. Crimson vampire or not, she would do whatever life took to survive.
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Moments passed before she reopened the book and gazed down. The next chapter, as she read, caused a jealousy. Horrible, painful. A young girl rescued from a blazing fire by the hero, the brave fireman. The child an orphan, adopted and loved, she was never touched or harmed or killed. She never would have to hurt another. The character was human unlike Bree.
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NAME/ALIAS: lily
AGE: twenty
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: five years maybe?
CONTACT: PM
FUN FACT!i am a natural ginger but i'm addicted to dyeing my hair. ANDDDDDDDDDDD I met my online friend in person. it was uber coolieo.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
