CALDWELL, sarah amy

[sarah amy caldwell]

credit to shadz

F U L L N A M E,
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sarah amy caldwell

N I C K N A M E S,
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nat

A G E ,
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twenty, february 12th

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 college

J O B ,
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part time job at campus cafe

Y E A R ,
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sophomore

H O M E T O W N ,
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toronto, ontario

L I K E S ,
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singing, dancing, drawing, reading, writing, music, ipod, playing guitar, partying, having fun, making new friends, going for walks at night, winter

D I S L I K E S ,
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bitches, players, cheaters, selfish people, animal abusers, bullies, having no fun, homework, essays, fakes

S E C R E T S ,
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used to be a cocaine user before she got clean when she was seveteen, attempted suicide three times before getting help

F E A R S ,
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dying alone, not achieving her goals

G O A L S ,
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graduating top of my class, to find a good guy

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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funny, childish, outgoing, wild, crazy, intelligent, rebellious, blunt, moody, friendly, out-spoken, strong-willed

F A M I L Y ,
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I was born to Jason and Marie Caldwell twenty years ago on a crisp winter night in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Yup, that's right, I'm a Canadian girl! I have a young sister named Jezebel, she's seventeen years old and is back home in Toronto. I've very close to my family, especially my mom who's been there with me through everything. She's fourty seven years old and my dear daddy is fourty nine. My mom works as a Professor at University of Toronto and my dad is a elementery school teacher. My family has always been there for me no matter what.

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's MONICA and i've been role-playing for TWO AND A HALF years. SARAH CALDWELL looks a lot like HAYLEY WILLIAMS and is amongst NO other characters i play, and i found this site through AD ON CAUTION.

R P E X A M P L E ,
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Rosemarie Manning sat on her large canopy bed, her feet buried in the crimson colored covers. Her blondish-brownish colored hair was laying flatly against her chest and a she laid her head against the pillow. No, she wasn't sleeping. She was simply thinking, because a girl like Rosemarie definitely had alot to think about at the present time. She folded her hands on her stomach, petting it. Any person who saw this would probably think she's insane, but no, she was far from it. She was becoming a mother. Yes, Rosemarie Manning was pregnant. Joy, right? No, there were problems. First, how was she going to tell her label she couldn't go on tour because of her child? and Second, how was she going to tell her ex-boyfriend, that it was his?

Rose didn't have any idea what she was doing. Her phone rested on her right hand side and she heard it vibrate gently. She smiled as she got a text back from Erin, her bestfriend. Rosemarie texted that she would meet her there in ten. The young woman was happy that the first person to find out about her pregnancy was Erin. The two have been friends forever, and Rosemarie knew there was nobody else better to trust then Erin. She'll help Rose thought approvingly, she always did. The brunette flung her feet over the bed and slide her feet into her slippers. She walked to her bathroom and stripped down, hopping into the shower. She let the water relax her tense muscles and washed her hair with her favourite strawberry scented shampoo. It was as if, she was washing all her worries away and replacing them with new dreams and goals for the future.

One goal, was to make sure her baby had a very nice life, where its mother would comfort it always. Rosemarie rolled her eyes and shut the taps of the water off. She would give her child the life she never had, up until eight years ago where she was signed to Fearless Labels. Rosemarie wrapped a towel around her and exited the bathroom. She approached her walk in closet and smiled at the rows of designer dresses, pants, skirts, shirts, blouses, sweaters, hoodies and possibly anything else you could imagine. Rose wasn't one to flaunt the things she had, especially since most people didn't have what she had, but when it came to clothes she liked people knowing that she was classy and organized. So, Rosemarie Manning pulled out a classic yellow dress and a red shrug to go over the dress. The dress was perfect because it hid her small baby bump. Minutes later, Rose found herself in front of her mirror applying make up. Nothing fancy, just lipstick and eye shadow.

The adult smiled at her reflection and grabbed her purse from the edge of her bed, stuffing her cell phone in there. She said goodbye to her dogs and cats before locking her house and putting the security on. Being the huge animal lover she was, she couldn't leave the house without saying good bye to her pets. She could be such a dork sometimes. Rosemarie took her red convertible to go to her and Erin's favourite bistro. She smiled upon arriving and parked her car in a spot away from all the other cars, just to be sure. Rosemarie grabbed a coffee before sitting down at the two's usual spot. She sipped it cautiously not wanting to be burned by the steaming hot liquid. Rose's thoughts drifted as she thought of the possible outcomes of the situation. All of the outcomes, seemed to have a happy ending. For now.

[-- KELLEY]