FEUILLETTE, elisabet adair `DONE

[elisabet feuillette]

elisabet adair feuillette

[/color] and i've been keeping sexy here for seventeen years. elisabet is on my birth certificate but you can call me lizzy or liz. i hail from Paris and am a partier in high school.
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MEET ELLA
ELLA IS A FEMALE
AND IS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.
SHE PLAYS ELISABET FEUILLETTE HERE[/font]


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hair color:

When mentioning Elisabet's hair, many would have to realize that it's been almost every natural color out there. Normally her hair is a golden blond, occasionally adding highlights and lowlights when she feels like it. Elisabet is in love with experimenting though, and has gone from a brunette to a redhead to black hair in the course of a few months or so. Depending on her mood, it often flickers from the blond to an auburn because she can never decide what she wants more, so she settles for both. Elisabet also does her hair up depending on her moods. Her signature are the perfectly messy curls that spill down her shoulders when she wants to give a little effort, and her slick straight hair when she wants to give a lot. When in one of her moods it's in a slick ponytail, or just a lopsided but still working one when she just doesn't care. Which is often.

eye color:

Though Elisabet finds herself beautiful in quite a few ways, she has to admit that her eyes are one of her favorite features. Icy blue and prone to melt at any moment she finds fitting, Lizzy knows how to turn up the charm and have her eyes smolder, or have them steel up and stare someone down. Make-up is also easy with her, seeing as if she can pull off a smoky eye or wear nothing at all and still look beautiful. The only drawback to having such expressive eyes is the fact that they give so much away. She's a perfect liar, but if you truly look in her eyes it's easy to find the real answers. She's never been good at hiding things when her eyes betray her, and it's led to one or more mishaps in the past.

skin tone:

Even with the days in Paris that consist of mainly rain and cloud covers, Lizzy still maintains a natural and perfect glow. Her tan is always even and just dark enough to emphasize her features. From weeks on many exotic islands in the summer and the constant sun at Perdido, Lizzy's always been able to keep natural instead of going to salons and getting it done. Not that she couldn't afford that, but she prefers being a natural color and not an unusual orange.

height:

Elisabet has always known she would be on the tall side. Her mother was 5'10 and her father was 6'3, so it was genetically that she inherited such height. She hit 5'8 in middle school and continued to grow until she stayed lovely at 5'11. At this height she occasionally feels a bit awkward but she masks it well. She knows she has to be confident to be able to make it here, so she embraces everything she's inherited, including said height. She's always one to be spotted around campus with killer heels that are hard to find. Her family connections have landed her with some pretty one-of-a-kind exclusive shoes, including at least 5 pairs that were named after her. It is rare, but occasionally she does don a pair of flats. This height also allows her to keep her skinny but beautiful figure, even when eating as much junk food as she pleases.

weight:

Elisabet has never really had to worry about her weight, mainly because she knows she's skinny and has been that way her whole life. She loves to go running and it keeps her legs toned and as gorgeous as ever, as well as keeps her stomach flat and herself in shape. Her height is also a factor, balancing the weight in all the right places to create a figure to be idolized. Don't get her wrong, she definitely has curves, they're just in all the right places. She's always been a bit...gifted in the breast department and knows she has hips and an ass to kill. It was just a genetic jackpot, and she is definitely thankful. Others are too, especially of the male variety.

defining characteristics:

Her sultry, pouty lips are her signature and defining characteristic and she uses them well. Always done up with anything from a light gloss to a dark lip stain, Liz knows how to use them to her advantage. She also has a way of walking, almost swaying, that is graceful and only hers. It's something that can't be taught, and she's grateful it's hers to keep. A light dimple will occasionally form when she pulls her lips left, and though she deems it cute but childish it's been known to work magic.

tattoos:

Currently, Elisabet has a peace sign tattooed on her middle finger on her right hand, a tiny pair of angel wings on her left shoulder blade, and a minuscule, unreadable tattoo on her right foot that she's contemplated getting removed, but she can't seem to let go of it and the memories that surface with it.

piercings:

Liz has both ears pierced twice, and her right nipple pierced. She also has her belly button pierced.

played by: candice swanepoel

HOUSTON, WE HAVE AN UH-OH .

likes:

»» sorbet
»» chilly mornings
»» cross country running
»» flirting
»» herself
»» pall malls
»» vintage dresses
»» Fahrenheit 451
»» French cinema
»» passion fruit tea
»» relaxation
»» fashion and modeling
»» Betsey Johnson
»» Oscar De La Renta gowns
»» shoe collecting
»» guys sweatshirts
»» indie and electronic music
»» raves
»» raising in popularity status
»» all around being a bitch

dislikes:

»» ginger ale
»» museums
»» sunburns
»» caviar
»» being judged
»» history
»» cats
»» Owen
»» drinking too much
»» lightning
»» self loathing
»» being called "naive"
»» when people in the room above her keep her awake at night
»» being found in a vulnerable state

flaws/habits:

»» bites her nails when scared
»» constantly twirls her hair around her finger
»» has to sleep with the TV on
»» always has ice cream in her freezer
»» a little vain
»» follows her heart, not her mind

secrets:

»» has killed someone
»» ruined her 'best friend's' rep 2 years ago for social climbing purposes
»» she makes it out to think that she has a screwed up family, but instead it's entirely normal and perfect

personality evaluation:

The first word that comes to mind when Elisabet is brought up is usually something along the lines of a bitch. Though it's not exactly the right word for her, she doesn't seem to care too much. Cattiness is what she's known for, and it's gotten her so many places that she couldn't live without it. Intimidation is never a problem with her anymore, and she stares people down with her icy eyes and caustic words. She's been known to dig up dirt on more than a few people by wriggling it out of friends that just don't own the confidence the alphas in their groups do. She knows the high school food chain, and knows what it takes to be an It girl. It's getting there that's all the hard work.

Once someone can break the bitchy shell that Elisabet has and actually retain a steady friendship with her, it's like she's a different person; caring, sweet, and willing to do just about anything to her friends. She loves her friends and being popular, and she makes sure to include as many people as she can when she throws parties or does something fun. It may seem that it's just another ploy for a spot in the popularity list, but she's truly interested in making sure she has friends. Who would she be without them? However, if her friends even attempt to try and sabotage her or step on her toes, they lose her trust and friendship immediately. Elisabet's lost friends at the drop of a hat because they've attempted to stab her back. She knows almost everything about her friends, and people will never be sure if she'll use it for bad or for good.

Overall, Elisabet is carefree and opinionated. She'll speak out to people if something is wrong, and her confrontational nature has helped her and friends out of situations before. Elisabet loves to go with the flow and is known to attend the random soirees out on the school lawn. She's never had much of a focus on school, though her grades always seem to be nothing less than spectacular. She has enough money without her trust fund to make it luxuriously, so being here is just another way to pass the time and attend social gatherings. Going with the flow is her thing, and she doesn't really mind if her grades slip or if she wakes up with a terrible hangover and no memory of anything. It's how she chooses to live and she'll blatantly refuse to listen to anyone telling her to slow down...even if it'll help her in the long run.

There has only ever been one person to truly find the real Elisabet in there, and he managed to break her as easily as he came in to her life. Her soul is tainted with regrets, confusion, and the word murder. Now she's found with as many fake and plastic walls as she can put up, and she doesn't allow anyone in anymore. Elisabet feels that if she lets someone get too close again it'll end up like last time, and that thought only shatters her heart more. It was enough when she realized that the love she thought he felt was cheap, an imitation of the true thing just so he could claim her, her definition of it has completely changed. She believes that true love doesn't exist for her, and that she just has to survive for now. And for now, she doesn't seem to give a fuck.

FASHION YOUR SEATBELT .

mother's name and age:

joséphine odette feuillette; 43

father's name and age:

eric broschard feuillette; 50

mother's occupation:

retired supermodel turned ultra-famous fashion designer

father's occupation:

business tycoon

heritage:

french

siblings:

arabella anastacia feuillette; 22

children:

none

spouse/significant other:

none

history essay:

Her slender fingers briefly pulled open the curtains as she took in the crowd again. Full house, as always. She let out a light sigh before returning to her spot at the edge of the stage. She would start and finish this show, drive the crowd crazy, and end up sleeping with another man tonight. It always happened. But what the beautiful and young Joséphine didn't know was that fate was going to intervene that night. She did open and close the show that night, and she did drive the crowd wild with her perfect pin-straight blond hair, flirty face, and drop dead gorgeous body. But Joséphine did not sleep with another man tonight. Instead, the man she met at the after party was Eric Feuillette, big business tycoon and her future husband. She didn't know what he did or how he had scored an invite to the exclusive show, she just knew she was entranced by the way Eric looked at her as if she wasn't just another model catch to add to his collection. He was generally interested in everything she had to say, and she found herself hanging off his every word. And that was how the romance began.

It was a beautiful and strong courtship, lasting 3 years before they realized they loved each other in such a way that marriage was the only thing left. So they hosted one of the world's most elaborate weddings and everyone felt the love that beautiful night, exactly 3 years from the day they had met. It was perfect, it was lovely, and it was all they could have asked for....until they realized their family didn't feel complete yet.

A few months after the honeymoon Joséphine, through all her squealing and general excitement, announced to everyone that she was expecting. It seemed as if no one had ever seen a more perfect couple, and a child would only increase their love. Arabella arrived right on time and was a happy, perfect baby. There had been no complications, and soon Eric and Joséphine found themselves busy with catering to their child's only whim. Arabella had her mom's sultry eyes and bone structure, while her tan skin and perfect lips were definitely her father's. Her parents cooed that she was the most beautiful child in the world, hoping that soon she would have another sibling to join her. It had always been a dream for Joséphine to have a happy family, but she had never realized the dream would come true.

The day Joséphine found out she was expecting again was the day she quit her modeling career. She had returned to her perfect form and continued to work shows after Arabella was born, but now that another child was on the way she wanted to be able to be with her children growing up. So the family moved in to a larger French chateau closer to the Seine, and busied their lives with Arabella until Elisabet was born.

It was the perfect winter day. The snow was falling lazily from the clouds and a 5 year old Anabella was busying herself with making a snow angel as Eric kept his watchful eye on her. The fire was crackling in the background and Joséphine was busy reading a new novel when she realized it was time for her new child to be born. The whole family gathered in the car and took off toward the private hospital where, after hours of waiting and heightening nerves, another beautiful baby girl was layed in to her mother's arms. Elisabet had come to this world, and again her family fell in love with their child. Even Arabella was completely absorbed with the little Lizzy, and she couldn't wait to be able to play with her sister.

As the daughters grew up they were surrounded by any luxury they wanted and enough love from her parents. Even if Elisabet's father had to travel on business quite a few times a week he always found time on the weekends to come home, plant a kiss on his wife, and turn his interest to whatever his kids were in to. It was this kind of love that not very many people received, and both Lizzie and Bella knew that they were some of the luckiest kids that walked the planet.

When it was time for Lizzie to enter school she found herself easily making friends, as well as acquiring as many kindergarten boyfriends as she could. Her parents would chuckle and roll their eyes, knowing that Elisabet would only get more lovely as she grew. And indeed she did. Elisabet worked her way through elementary and middle school winning over the hearts of her teachers as well as her fellow students. She always had stellar grades and managed to balance her ever increasing social calendar. She had hit the pinnacle of popularity just like her sister, and was living the good life...until she hit freshman year of high school. That was when Owen Bordeaux.

He was everything she wanted. Soccer star, top of the class, and too gorgeous for words. And when he turned his gaze on her she knew there was no going back. Somehow, even with her freshman status, she was enveloped in to the junior world by him and everything was infinitely more interesting. She still managed to keep all of her friends as well as acquire the perfect attitude to stay on top in high school. She was taken to all the right parties, knew all the hot gossip, and soon obtained the hottest closet with the help of her senior friends. Owen even had her meet his dad, whom she found out was a model scout, and was signed immediately to the biggest agency in all of Paris with the consent of her parents. It was as if life couldn't get any better. Until the dark night that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She was walking home with Owen, hand-in-hand as they crossed the street and headed to her home. She felt so in love, and was happily sure that her and Owen would get married in the future. He had told her he loved her months before, over a dinner bathed in moonlight on their year anniversary. And now, they couldn't seem to be separated by anything. They were passing through the alley between her house and her neighbors when Owen backed her against one of the walls and covered her lips with his. This was normal, but there was a different edge to his kiss, a more needy edge. A little frightened she began to pull away, shaking her head briefly as she stared in his eyes. But then something shifted. His eyes flashed with rage as he shoved her against the wall, her from dropping to the ground as he pulled a gun out of his pocket. He told her to keep quiet, keep quiet, as she struggled to fight off his advances. Her head was swimming and she felt she couldn't last much longer until her dress was ripped away and she could hear the unzipping of his pants. Tears slicked her eyes as she attempted to get away but he held her there, attempting to finish his business as he whispered to her again to stay silent. It was then, as her head dropped dejectedly to the side, that she realized he had set down the gun. The shiny silver object was mere inches away from his fingers. She could get away, end all of this, end her misery. She thought he loved her, but she realized with an aching pain that all he wanted was her body pressed against his, complying with his every demands. With a shaky breath she snatched the gun from the floor, turned her head, and fired the trigger.

She couldn't breathe suddenly, unable to see through all the tears building up in her eyes and the racing of her heart. The blood leaked on her shredded dress, caressed her hands as she stared at the love of her life, dead on the cobblestones next to her. Suddenly she let out shriek after shriek, her hands shaking as the reality of the matter finally hit her. She had just killed someone. Murdered. She passed out cold when she heard her mother scream her name from the end of the alley.

It was an ugly court battle, but the security cameras watching the path had managed to catch everything on tape, and Elisabet was set free. Broken hearted and scared for life, Elisabet stayed silent for months until she realized she had to get out. She shed her childish and naive nature for a crazy party girl, staying out late and sleeping with random men to get back at what Owen did for her. She realized it was a risky move, and not a good image, but she didn't care. Elisabet had turned, and there was no going back. Her modeling career hit an all time high as she busied herself with it, gaining more and more jobs until she became rich without her parents. Even Owen's father kept her under his wing, realizing the pain his son had caused her.

Eventually, Elisabet realized that Paris was not where she wanted to be anymore. With a lot of persuasion and many school visits, Elisabet was enrolled at Perdido in the middle of sophomore year and began her new life.

But how long would she last before all these secrets fell from her lips?

Only time will tell....

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

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[caroline medici]

i loved your app! amazing job.