Post by capucinecocha on Jan 3, 2011 6:02:44 GMT -5
CAPUCINE COCHA CRANDELL FEMALE TWENTY JUNIOR/LUXFORD
[/size][/color][/center]played by YO MINNEH
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Capucine will do. Maybe Cee? I'm not that fussy over nicknames. I like keeping everything simple.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
Babe? Well, it's not all too flattering coming from a stranger, especially 'babe'. I really don't comprehend your way of talking. Is it the new ghetto style? As you can see, I'm dressed in Chanel from head to toe today. Nothing too odd or out of place for me. It's Haute couture, from Paris. I dress only in international fashion houses, simple yet elegant. A typical Chanel style though I like to spice things up now and then. My hairs always kept nicely, a natural blond might I add. I sometimes dye it brown, just to go along with how I feel that day. Some call me emaciated because of my unbalanced weight compared to my 5ft 7" height. But that's what's cooking for everyone else, correct? I have hazel large eyes, thick lashes. The usual drill of being a New Yorker.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I would dress like this even in front of Oprah. Don't flatter yourself honey. A swinger? Me?! Oh please, never! I'm straight - I've only been interested in males all my life. Never a swinger. I'll just pretend for your sake of safety that you did not just call me a swinger. Smoking is never a feminine thing to do. I would rather be caught wearing a second-hand then smoke. But a drink? If you have a bottle of Pernod-Ricard Perrier-Jouet, I'll gladly take it. If not, don't even bother.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
Secrets? My family has a graveyard of secrets. So many to tell. Does nearly poisoning my step-mother count as a secret? Oh... Yes, I suffered from mania depression during my teenage years. Nothing too serious. But from that point, I started to seek the usage of pills every time I got stressed even just a tiny bit. Nothing too scandalous in U.E.S.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
What is there to achieve in my life? I've already achieved so much but perhaps take over my father's law firm? Maybe. I was thinking something more classy than that though. I'm different from those trust-fund heiresses, wasting their money on petty, ridiculous things. For example, why does every socialites feel as if they need to become a designer? It's utterly incomprehensible. Oh, perhaps Prince Charming to spice it up? No, I was just flattering myself back there. A handsome male whose bank size matches mine will do.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]
I've been called the 'girl of extreme'. An overachiever, eloquent, polite, vain, sarcastic and bitchy? "Insensitive Queen Bitch". A girls who once held a vendetta against me shouted that in front of the whole school. I'm sure you get the picture there. What are my likes? Perfume mixing, shopping, making others feel miserable and Milan. You name it all. American Express? Classical and paradoxical books too. Surprised are we? Vogue is a must when I'm traveling. I loathes poor people. Fashion terrorist. Racism, lunatics, fakes and wannabes. Those who take advantages of those poor kids living in third world country should all die. Don't you get the picture already? I was hard-working once, believe it or not. I was training to become a ballerina. That failed when I was accused of breaking this other girl's ankle. My dad got involved, shut them up with his "I'm-a-lawyer-bastards" move so nothing was mentioned in the tabloid.
I don't have any weaknesses obviously. No, that's a lie. Uri is my biggest weakness. He's a devil in disguise. Also, not to mention I cannot get my head around where to stop my intake of pills. Insecurity is my biggest weakness, I fear that my world will come crashing down sooner or later. That happened once - I planned my whole life and here I am, attending Luxford rather then Yale.
Strengths? I can go on all night darling. An overachiever can make anything her strengths. But my eloquent persuading? Yes, that's my strongest and most used strengths. I'm not your typical Manhattan Mary-Sue. Of course, I do have my similarities from my so-called friends but I stand out. Thanks to my mood-swinging and unpredictable nature.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]
I was born in Paris - the city of snob as my dad calls it - from two socialites, Ralph Crandell and Antoinette Babineaux. My father owned a law firm whilst my mother was your typical spoiled French. They got married in my dad's hometown, New York and had my brother Uri there. Three years later, I popped out of my mother in Paris: they moved there because my mother was too "homesick". That was just a pathetic excuse for her to be around exclusive shops everyday. I was born on 31th of December, the last day of a year and my family rejoiced in happiness. According to Uri, that is. I wasn't brought up by the hands of nannies because my mother didn't trust them, dressing me and taking me everywhere she went. I was her life-size barbie doll. I myself was quite content with the whole ideal. I liked my life. It was macrons and pretty dresses everyday.
We stayed in Paris until I turned 5 and Uri 8, moving back to New York because my dad didn't like the penthouse we were living. So four of us moved into the famous Crandell's penthouse in Upper East Side, my mother instantly gracing the scene of New York with her thick French accent. I attended a private kindergarten and grade school, growing up around cameras and endless fashion shows. I was fluent in French and English by 12 and nothing too interesting ignited in my life.
Since moving to New York, my mom made me attend ballet classes. I was truly gifted and I worked harder than anyone else. But like I said before, I was kicked out of the ballet company by 14. That was also when my mother decided to divorce my dad for a young French model. She eloped with him back to her homeland, leaving Uri and I with our dad. I think that was where I went wrong. I'm blaming it all on my mom and not my failure with my ballet career. Never. It didn't take him long to find a new wife too. Her name was Alicia Jagger, a fellow lawyer. She loved Uri like her own son but hated me - I was too pretty for my own good. Uri left for Standford next year, leaving me to live in the penthouse with Alicia. I tried poisoning her one night during a party. That went down the drain when Uri found out.
I think it was when I was around 16, when Uri was home for the holidays that he realized that there was something wrong with me. I was showing signs of mania depression, ever changing mood swings and the usual drill. So, being the brother he is, Uri dragged me to a mental rehabilitation. That happened on Christmas Eve. According to everyone else, it was a side-effect of having to be trained as a ballerina when I was younger. Please. I was hospitalized for three months, only being released because my depression wasn't that sever. I graduated an all-girls private school in Manhattan, obviously, getting my early acceptance into Dartmouth,Yale. Standford and Luxford. Standford only due to family legacy. I attended Yale for half of my Freshman year, until Alicia decided to send me off to Luxford. I don't know what she told my dad but it triggered him to jet me half across the country.
So here I am, a Junior in Luxford.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Peace."[/font]
HAI I'M MINI. Obviously, that's not my real name. My real name shall stay hidden for as long as I roleplay. I went by the name Arlette here and there. Aha. I've been roleplaying for around 3 years?
I'm an insomniac, a slacker and half the time, I'm suffering from writer's block. I LOVE KEATS MORE THAN THIS BITCH BTW. Yeah. SO. I found this site via cruising 8) I'm gangsta yo.
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