LORENZO, SYDNEY JADE

[sydney jade lorenzo]

F U L L N A M E ,
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sydney jade lorenzo

N I C K N A M E S,
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syd latina querda

A G E ,
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eighteen january 29

G E N D E R ,
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female

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ,
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heterosexual

T O W N I E / F A C U L T Y / S T U D E N T ,
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student

R E S I D E N T I A L C O L L E G E ,
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davenport

J O B ,
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waitress

Y E A R ,
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freshman

H O M E T O W N ,
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bradenton

L I K E S ,
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snowboarding,singing, dancing, having fun with friends, law, horses, writing, fall, leaves, smell of rain, dancing in the rain, christmas

D I S L I K E S ,
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knives, sharp objects, puddles, mud, cats, colour green, oranges, deer meat, hunting, talking to strangers

S E C R E T S ,
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was anorexic when she was sixteen
is here for law (parents think she is for med)

F E A R S ,
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that her parents will take her away to study med
she will lose caleb

G O A L S ,
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be a criminal lawyer
raise a family

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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bubbly, jealous, uptight , compassionate, determined, kind hearted, talkitive, punctual, messy, moody

F A M I L Y ,
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isabelle lorenzo ; 45; nurse
edwardo lorenzo ; 51 ; banker
____ lorenzo ; 21

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's BRI and i've been role-playing for SEVEN years. SYDNEY looks a lot like SELENA GOMEZ and is amongst 1 other characters i play, and i found this site through CAUTION 2.0.

R P E X A M P L E ,
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Tuscany cursed loudly as the metallic taste of blood filtered into her mouth. The other door of her wardrobe was pulled roughly open, and she reached a hand up to steady the mirror that had started swinging. Sure enough, there was a large cut on her bottom lip. Grabbing a tissue from the nearby box, she clutched it to her lip and cringed fleetingly before remind herself that, oh yeah, she was tougherthan that. And truthfully, she was. She was a dancer – she’s broken every bone in her body. She’s cracked and re-cracked her legs, only because she’d heard this rumor that cracking your legs makes them longer. Her face has slammed into studio floors more times she could count, and then there was that ballet teacher she’d had in her younger years who whacked her ankles and her wrists with a cane. People had called her crazy for continuing in an activity that required such pain- and Tuscany had told them to ‘go talk to those… bull riders or what ever they’re called’. The pain taught her something, whether or not she wanted to learn, and one of the things it taught her was that she could handle a little cut on her lip. Reminding herself of this, she turned around and leaned back against a shelf. It pressed uncomfortably against her back, but the appearance of some of her other roommates made it so she couldn’t move. But then she did, and resumed packing her bag.

She grabbed her yoga pants that folded down so there was a white border around her waist, and shoved it into the over the shoulder bag. After a couple more minutes of searching, she found the shirt she had made with Belle. It was once a plain black t-shirt, but had been changed drastically. A picture of Belle and Tuscany – working the camera, obviously! – had been professionally ironed on. But they didn’t stop there, and had cut slits up the side of the shirt. Then they tied it together so there were holes up the side, but they were classy holes. Okay, so all together the shirt wasn’t totally classy. She could never wear it to any important event, but they had probably been delirious. She smiled slightly to herself, thankful that none of her other roommates could see her and shoved the shirt into her bag as well. She wasn’t planning on wearing it, tonight or otherwise, and then continued looking in her wardrobe for the shirt she actually planned to wear. Tuscany found it semi-easily, and shoved the black and electric blue tunic into her bag as well. Following that, she dug a little bit deeper into her belongings and finally produced two bags of chips and smiled with satisfaction. Flipping her bag closed and flicking the little lock, Tuscany wrapped her arm around the chips and stood up. She considered herself lucky to see the looks on her roommate’s faces, their obvious disbelief at seeing her carrying a bag of chips. ‘Can you really afford those extra calories?’, they all seemed to be asking. Tuscany was sure she could.

She exited the dorm quickly and started off across the school. Her bag was draped over her shoulder, chips still locked under her arm. Carefully, as not to drop anything, she reached around and pulled her hair into a French bun single handedly. Difficult? Yes. But Tuscany had many skills, and doing her hair was just one of them. She didn’t even have to worry about running into people, as they seemed to move out from in front of her. Not only was she a dancer – which people seem to think is the toughest category on campus – but she was in her final year at the school. Those were the outwardly things that Tuscany seemed to exhibit. That’s why people that didn’t know her would assume that she was treated like royalty. Truthfully, she had very little ‘status’ around the school. She wasn’t the most talented or tallest. But she still managed to stick out if only for the fact she was a bitch. It was something people recognized her for, and she didn’t have a problem with it. Tuscany smiled as she reached the door to the year 3 dorms, and lifted her hand to knock at the door. She though better and simply pushed the door open.

After sliding through the door, Tuscany remained silent as she set her stuff on a nearby table that was meant for schoolwork. She smirked to herself as she decided that the junk food and expensive bag really, simply ruined that idea. She turned back around and watched in silence as Belle tried to figure out the DVD player. She laughed a little bit and shook her head to herself before she walked across the floor, toeing her shoes off as she went. “Hey, you,” she said roughly. She flopped down next to her, or maybe more like on her. Tuscany rotated so she was laying across Belle's legs. It probably wouldn't hurt per say, but was probably uncomfortable. Just like the way she had bit into her lip earlier.“ You made me cut my lip deciding what I was bringing tonight.” Her voice switched from rough to whiny. The sadist in her seemed to have given up, and she didn't so much care about causing her friend any harm whatsoever. She didn't move, though. She only blinked a couple more times and then shrugged."You look wonderful, though... love the clothes!".

[-- NIE]