| audrey lightly |
[16 Mar 2008|12:20pm] |
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Premade: The Holly Golighty
Name: Audrie Holly Mae Lightly
Age: Seventeen
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Grade: Senior
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Extracurriculars: Drama! Fabulous party-thrower!
Likes / Dislikes: Old movies, diamonds, the colour blue, cats, oversized sunglasses, head scarves, white gold, cupcakes, the theatre, costumes, feathers, peacocks, sleeping in, art museums, champagne, Egyptian cotton, independance and freedom, money, celebrity gossip, Vanity Fair, cigarettes, New York City. // School work, small spaces, being cooped up, heating bills, politics, confrontation if she's at fault, landlords, visa cards (the money is what makes the shopping so fabulous!), commitment, bland foods, dogs.
Goals: Audrey wants to be famous; she's already landed a few well-placed mentions in New York's most fabulous gossip rags, but no one -- including Audrey -- is terribly sure about what it is she does. She seems to be growing famous for growing famous. Her whirlwind trip to New York didn't end up including much actual work: she simply did a few photoshoots, was introduced at a string of parties, and everybody died over her. Rumour has it that the move out to her own apartment is due to MTV wanting to turn her life into the next Laguna Beach.
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Family: Leanna (mother, 41), Carl (father, 52), Jack (step-father, 45), Jeanne (step-mother, 31), Paul (half-brother, 21), Ken (half-brother, 8), Autumn (half-sister, 1).
Personal History: Audrey entered the world as someone different entirely -- blonde haired, brown eyed, Holly Mae Lightly. From the onset, her life wasn't exactly a happy one. Her mother already had an older son, Paul, from another relationship and to say her father, Jack, was a dead-beat would be the understatement of the century. Their nuptials were shot-gun at best, conveniently idiotic at worse. Neither Leanna nor Jack had ever really taken more than a physical shining to one another, and at nine months pregnant, there was little his wife could do for him anyhow. Jack was stereotypical, by all means: a dreamer, who felt the world had sold him short, and blamed everyone and anyone for his problems, save himself. He could have gone places, if only it weren't for so and so. His daughter was, at the time of her birth, the surprising exception.
By the time Audrey was knee-high, toddling about the dingy old trailor park she'd been brought home to, it was only Leanna, Paul and herself. In fact, it was mostly just Paul and her, and that's the way she liked it. Paul, whose father was an Indian, he said, liked nothing more than taking his baby sister up to the old oak tree away at the end of the property and telling her all the creation myths the elders had told him. Unlike Holly, Paul's father was Something. Audrey always imagined it with a capital 'S' the way Paul said it. And it was true. Paul got to go down to visit him for a month every summer, and though it was Paul's most favourite thing to do, Audrey couldn't stand it. Even at five, with Paul gone, it meant she'd be alone some nights while her mother had fun with her friends next door. The trailor seemed flimsy protection from the outside world, and the stories that would turn over in Audrey's head -- about toothless, hitchhiking men, the Trickster coyote, and a monster from the nearby lake -- would come to define and transform her imagination into Something. With a capital 'S'.
Appearance: The old adage, 'blondes have more fun', could not be further from the truth of Audrey's sixteen-something years on this earth. Up until very recently, there was nothing remarkable about the weedy, pale, slightly-gangling girl that might have given her reason to be noticed. Long, skinny legs and non-descript straw-blonde hair seemed to blend with her skintone; add to it brown eyes which tended to hide behind glasses, it was easy to simply walk past Audrey without giving her much thought. That's hardly to say she was nerdy: no, Audrey was more trailor-trash
PB: Leighton Meester
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