harte, whitney penelope

[whitney penelope harte]

F U L L N A M E ,
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whitney penelope harte

N I C K N A M E S,
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whit, winnie, penny

A G E ,
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what's their age and their birthday?

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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hetersexual

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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none

Y E A R ,
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freshman

H O M E T O W N ,
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montreal, quebec

L I K E S ,
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dancing, going out, reading, school, writing, analyzing things, photography, coffee, baking, card rides, snowboarding, knitting, occasional parties, horse back riding, swimming, pickles, having her hair done, cleaning, soccer, walking in the rain, fall, getting dressed up, old movies.

D I S L I K E S ,
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immaturity, winter, really sunny weather, bright colors, messes, meat, girls who dumb themselves down, stereotypes, cuddling, one night stands, drugs, tardiness, stupidity, arrogance, fast food, tattoos, action movies, vampire craze, msn talk, figure skating, losing, falling down, turtlenecks.

S E C R E T S ,
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she was involved in a hit and run with her boyfriend at the time when she was seventeen. she used to help the same boyfriend sell drugs.

F E A R S ,
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people will find out about her messed up past, she'll be out and her drink will get spiked, failing out of college.

G O A L S ,
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graduate with honors, not gain freshman fifteen

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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intelligent, reserved, independent, responsible, flirty, tease, sensible, determined, traditional, stubborn, optimistic, protective, worrisome, caring, sweet, feisty, loyal.

F A M I L Y ,
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older sister georgina, twenty one, best friend, currently at ubc for commerce.

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's KATIE and i've been role-playing for FOUR years. WHITNEY looks a lot like ESTI GINZBURG and is amongst ZEROE other characters i play, and i found this site through AN AD.

R P E X A M P L E ,
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ever since he got to miami, owen had felt out of place. he had sand everywhere somehow, even though he hadn’t been on the beach. we face was red from a sunburn, and he had got a disgusting tan line from his recently bought birkenstock sandals. it was hot, humid, and too sunny for owen’s liking, but he would put up with it all to see bridget, because it had been way to long since he had seen his best friend, and he needed her right now. the whole i’m fine act he had after his mom passed away was nothing close to the truth. he was broken up in side, he would have ended up like his dad, but owen knew one of them had to be strong, so he stepped up and tried to help his father, too bad his dad just drank and while owen was fine at first, he couldn’t take care of his dad and eventually he needed to get away. get away from everything in ireland because everyone he cared about seemed to be leaving him. bridget, his mom, if his dad hadn’t gotten help and kept drinking, well owen would have been an orphan. he wasn’t too thrilled about the flight to miami, he was just thinking something along the lines of going to france or germany and sight see a bit, but when the mulligans had said bridget was in miami, well he knew there was no where else he wanted to go.

since he landed in miami two days ago he had the weirdest sleep pattern ever. owen was the kind of guy who stayed up until two in the morning (he used to bar tend) and then sleep until noon the same day. but of course miami was behind in time than ireland and he was nowhere near getting used to the time change. he slept at eight one night and woke up at four in the morning, wide-awake, wanting to go out and do something. he had gotten better than the first day, but the jet lag was still pretty bad for owen, especially as he found himself waking up at a ridiculously early time this morning. “oh fuck.” he muttered as he woke up and rolled over on his side to look at the clock beside his bed at the hotel he was staying at, brining the covers with him. the tosseled haired, sleepy eye man sat up and rubbed his eyes and yawned deciding if it was worth it getting out of bed or not. but his stomach gave a loud grumble and he knew he needed food. he slipped off the white, comfy hotel bed and headed to the washroom for a shower.

he took a quick, hot shower, not wanting to spend too long in the shower because he hated the feeling when you spent too long in water and your hands and feet got all wrinkly and pruney. turning the shower off, he grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around his waist and headed out to his room where he grabbed a pair of regular jeans and a grey and white stiped polo. after he had changed, he rubbed his towel on his hair, drying to dry his hair before going out. his wet hair looked tousled and slightly un kept which was just fine for owen. he grabbed his cell phone and headed downstairs to where the recption desk was and handed over his keys before heading outside of the hotel. he looked out in the bright sun light and grabbed his black aviator sunglasses from his pocket, thankfull he had remembered them. looking around, he headed down the street in search of somewhere to get coffee.

owen walked maybe a five minutes before he came along to a starbucks. grinning he walked in and over to the counter. “um, i’ll have a large – no, venti?” he asked a little confused as he looked around the store. “tell you what. i just need a coffee, it doesn’t matter what size, i don’t understand everything here.” he joked and grinned at the girl behind the counter as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket. “don’t worry. my treat.” she blushed a little and handed owen a coffee and a flirty smile. “really, thanks.” owen beamed, knowing that the whole i don’t know too much of this, and letting his accent be heard always worked. he wasn’t a bad person who always tried to manipulate girls to give him free drinks, he just…he didn’t know. he was about to go sit outside when he felt his whole brody freeze over. bridget was there. sitting at a table with a paper and a drink. her long hair had been chopped off and now she had it chin length, and her face seemed a little more narrower – just from growing up i guess. it had been what close to ten years since owen had last seen her, in person that is, and she didn’t look any different. well she did, she was hotter than ever and own couldn’t get his brain to think straight. his legs seemed to move on their own and soon enough he was standing at bridget’s table, and she hadn’t even noticed. she was too caught up in the paper. so owen cleared his throat to get her attention. regretting it instantly because he knew bridge didn’t exactly like to be interrupted.

“hey bridget…surprise” he managed to get out and a large grin. he didn’t know what else to say. his mind had gone blank again. “can i, ugh sit down?” he asked awkwardly as he looked around, making sure no one was making their way towards the table, because that would be awkward for owen if he had interrupted something. “or are you waiting for someone?"

[-- KELLEY]