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Basic Info;
Name/Handle: Stephanie
Age: 21
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chiigusa; Amber Journal: trymynewparts
AIM: ShuraSelphie17
Email: chiigusa@gmail.com
Character Info;
Name/Alias: Amber Sweet
Age: 22
Played By: Paris Hilton
Personality: Amber is brash, demanding, and the ultimate princess. She knows what she wants and if she doesn't get her way, there's hell to pay. One way or another, she will get it, either through money, whining, or sex. She is a little bit sleazy in her actions despite her ability to play it off on some people as simple coquettishness, but she uses her sexuality to her advantage, luring men into giving her what she wants, usually quite easily. She is manipulative and petty, but also easily satisfied once she gets whatever her little heart desires.
She tends to be argumentative and also vindictive, especially concerning her brothers and anyone who might possibly be a little more famous than herself (e.g. Blind Mag). Although her mind is usually clouded by the effects of Zydrate, she is strong-willed and always determined, never afraid to speak her mind, no matter how out of it she may be.
Ultimately, Amber is not satisfied with her appearance. Her constant face, hair, and outfit changes result from her own insecurity as she tries to climb her way to the top as someone recognizable. Obviously, being the only daughter of GeneCo, people know who she is, but she wants more than that. She wants stardom and the kind of recognition Bling Mag had. She feels that changing her appearance to suit whoever may be looking at the time is the only way to gain that stardom. Of course, insecurity isn't the only reason; she is completely addicted to the effects of Zydrate, the cold slither of a knife on her skin, and the change she sees afterward. She enjoys the temporary satisfaction it brings her.
Her wardrobe and hair also vary depending on her mood. She can go from daddy's little girl in a pretty white dress to street vixen in leather and garters. She uses her appearance as another mean of manipulating those around her.
History:
Carmela Largo was born into a world where people were dying from severe organ failure, until her father founded GeneCo and thus, saved humanity. She lived comfortably as a child, getting everything she wanted from dresses to dolls, and fighting with her brothers constantly. She fought with Luigi over the most trivial things, despite his inherent over-protectiveness of her, while she continuously fought Pavi for the mirror in the bathroom. As she got older, when she was a teen of about sixteen, she ran into the Graverobber, who knew she had an abundance of money, so he offered her a hit of Zydrate at a discounted rate to begin with, upping the price gradually. When she could no longer afford it herself, she would beg her father for money or pay the Graverobber off in other ways. After her first hit, her body guards, who her father had hired specifically to keep her out of such trouble, but of course, she only manipulated them into granting her every whim, dragged her to the hospital. Only one word emitted from her mouth: "Surgery." And her obsession began.
After her first couple surgeries, she found a new way to release the inner pain she felt and a new drug to keep her from feeling the physical effects so harshly. It truly consumed her mind, body, and soul. As she grew up watching Blind Mag's 'Voice of GeneCo' commercials, she grew increasingly jealous of her talent and of her father's affection for Mag. She soon began to practice in secret, singing into her mirror, writing songs, and sometimes even performing them for her body guards, who, despite their laconic nature, were always supportive.
Her first performance at the Opera when she was 19, for which she coined the named 'Amber Sweet' and for which she had begged her father to let her perform, she came down with horrible stage fright and ran off into the slums in search of Graverobber to get her a hit of Zydrate, if only to calm her nerves. She did this right before the curtain was pulled, so her father was forced to cover for her disappearance and refund the public's money. Thus, the 'no-show' rumors began. Pictures of her with the Graverobber began circulating the tabloids and the citizens looked down at her ever-changing appearance with severe disdain.
After a couple years of stage fright, she finally recorded a few commercials with her brothers in order to combat it with their help. The rumors died down, but her addiction to the knife and illegal Zydrate didn't. Her confidence was never shaken again and she was prepared to take Mag down in this year's opera. Luckily, her father planned to take back GeneCo's property, something she and her brothers were thrilled about. She assumed they disliked the affection he showed for Mag over them, as well. The night of the opera finally came, but her face had been severely maimed by one of the less experienced Genterns. Although she attempted a quick fix before the opera, it didn't have time to adequately heal or be correctly sewn up. So, when her big debut finally came, she pushed past the tears and the horror that was beneath the strip of skin that wouldn't stay in place, and went to perform. It, of course, ended in disaster and with her face falling off. She ran off the stage in tears and soon horror struck the opera. Bling Mag was dead, her father died, and then the Repo Man.
She took the GeneCo deed and signed it over to herself since it already had her father's signature, much to her brothers' dismay. They soon got over it and were very supportive in helping her take over the business, providing advice and protection to anyone who opposed her rule. And that's where Amber Sweet sits now, in the large office in GeneCo overlooking the city.
Future Plans: With her father gone, Amber Sweet has taken over GeneCo with her brothers at her side, taking orders from her, protecting her, and communicating her wishes to the general public. She will not let the company her father worked so hard to build crumble because of Nathan & Shilo Wallace, especially since it was the same company that invented Zydrate--with it under her command the supply to her doorstep would be endless. Amber also hopes to now become the Voice of GeneCo, despite her failed attempt at the opera. Although her addiction to surgery and Zydrate continues, she plans to put forth time and effort into even more beneficial cosmetic surgery for the masses. Since organs have already been perfected, face transplants are next. For the most part, she wants GeneCo to remain fairly the same as it was under her father's management with minor changes here and there, including redecorating of his office.
Examples;
First Person Community Example:
I'm so bored here. Daddy's caging me up in my room for the day. Apparently I'm just an embarrassment and he had some important dealings to make with the government today. You'd think his sweet daughter's presence would only help matters. But, whatever. At least Luigi and Pavi aren't there, so it's not just me. I think they're way more embarrassing than me, anyway. Luigi would probably, like, kill the government people. But, I think it'd be pretty funny to see Pavi running around with a Senator's face though. Anyway, being cooped up just makes me more anxious to get out and do something about it. But, I guess I can't blame daddy. He knows me better than I give him credit. He knows if I get out, I'm just going to find more Z. And I would. Too bad being in here just makes me want it more. If only Graverobber could read my mind. I want it now! Ugh! Maybe I'll just sleep the day away.
Third Person Log Example:
Sample 1: Sitting at her mirror, Amber Sweet drew on a thick line of red lipstick. She couldn't help but pick out the slightest imperfections as she did. One side of her lip seemed to be barely a millimeter upwards than the other side. Her left eyebrow was not the same arch as the other. And it could be her imagination, but was that bump on her nose coming back? She did not pay twenty grand to get something fixed and not have it be completely perfect. She would only mention this to her father, of course. Any mention to Luigi and he would simply kill the surgeons and Pavi would only tell her that her face was already perfect (which was a ridiculous thought to her since he spent his time finding new faces to put over his own). No, she would just skip off to her father, whine a little, maybe even sport a few waterworks, and then get some more money to get another surgery. And all would be well. At least for a few days.
But, before she could even do that, she needed another hit of that lovely, enticing glow. Her mind was never far from the thought of "Z". Her skin hummed for it and heart quickened at the thought of it. She pulled a short black bobbed wig onto her head and drew on thick eyeliner. She stood up, tearing off her silk robe before pulling on a black leather dress with a matching coat over it. It had been, what, three days since her last hit? Nearly a record for her. She moved to her purse, fishing through the contents before she found a couple pieces of money. She breathed a sigh of relief. This was enough for a little hit from Graverobber. And if he had changed his prices? Well, there were always other ways she could pay him...
She snapped her fingers and her two leather-clad manservants appeared in the doorway. "We're going out," she told them.
Sample 2:
Leaving the hospital room, Amber flipped her hair happily. On her way to the 'check out,' she stopped at every mirror and every reflective surface to check out the recent work. The bridge of her nose had been flattened, her eyebrows were pushed upward and a suddenly obnoxious mole on her neck had been removed.
Her body was still humming from the effect of legal dose of Zydrate she received before the surgery, which she had to admit, was a rather small one compared to what she was used to getting. Making her way to the counter as her heels clicked on the shining, spotless hospital floor, she pulled out her 'daddy's' checkbook, writing a check for a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. A pretty cheap one in her opinion. Either way, the result was pleasing. For now. The Gentern at reception kissed her on the cheek and wished her well, as Amber practically skipped out of the hospital, as giddy as ever.
~~
A number of hours passed and Amber was sitting in an alley, slumped against a trash bin. The hair she wore was different. The long black locks fell over her face, hiding her easily spotted identity, despite the continuous work on it, from whoever passed. An empty needle protruded from her arm and she winced, wanting more, but the contents was empty and had been for at least an hour. "Not enough..." she murmured. "I want...I want..." Her words were breathless and hushed, "I...need it. More... Not enough."
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Name/Handle: Stephanie
Age: 21
Journal:
chiigusa; Amber Journal: trymynewpartsAIM: ShuraSelphie17
Email: chiigusa@gmail.com
Character Info;
Name/Alias: Amber Sweet
Age: 22
Played By: Paris Hilton
Personality: Amber is brash, demanding, and the ultimate princess. She knows what she wants and if she doesn't get her way, there's hell to pay. One way or another, she will get it, either through money, whining, or sex. She is a little bit sleazy in her actions despite her ability to play it off on some people as simple coquettishness, but she uses her sexuality to her advantage, luring men into giving her what she wants, usually quite easily. She is manipulative and petty, but also easily satisfied once she gets whatever her little heart desires.
She tends to be argumentative and also vindictive, especially concerning her brothers and anyone who might possibly be a little more famous than herself (e.g. Blind Mag). Although her mind is usually clouded by the effects of Zydrate, she is strong-willed and always determined, never afraid to speak her mind, no matter how out of it she may be.
Ultimately, Amber is not satisfied with her appearance. Her constant face, hair, and outfit changes result from her own insecurity as she tries to climb her way to the top as someone recognizable. Obviously, being the only daughter of GeneCo, people know who she is, but she wants more than that. She wants stardom and the kind of recognition Bling Mag had. She feels that changing her appearance to suit whoever may be looking at the time is the only way to gain that stardom. Of course, insecurity isn't the only reason; she is completely addicted to the effects of Zydrate, the cold slither of a knife on her skin, and the change she sees afterward. She enjoys the temporary satisfaction it brings her.
Her wardrobe and hair also vary depending on her mood. She can go from daddy's little girl in a pretty white dress to street vixen in leather and garters. She uses her appearance as another mean of manipulating those around her.
History:
Carmela Largo was born into a world where people were dying from severe organ failure, until her father founded GeneCo and thus, saved humanity. She lived comfortably as a child, getting everything she wanted from dresses to dolls, and fighting with her brothers constantly. She fought with Luigi over the most trivial things, despite his inherent over-protectiveness of her, while she continuously fought Pavi for the mirror in the bathroom. As she got older, when she was a teen of about sixteen, she ran into the Graverobber, who knew she had an abundance of money, so he offered her a hit of Zydrate at a discounted rate to begin with, upping the price gradually. When she could no longer afford it herself, she would beg her father for money or pay the Graverobber off in other ways. After her first hit, her body guards, who her father had hired specifically to keep her out of such trouble, but of course, she only manipulated them into granting her every whim, dragged her to the hospital. Only one word emitted from her mouth: "Surgery." And her obsession began.
After her first couple surgeries, she found a new way to release the inner pain she felt and a new drug to keep her from feeling the physical effects so harshly. It truly consumed her mind, body, and soul. As she grew up watching Blind Mag's 'Voice of GeneCo' commercials, she grew increasingly jealous of her talent and of her father's affection for Mag. She soon began to practice in secret, singing into her mirror, writing songs, and sometimes even performing them for her body guards, who, despite their laconic nature, were always supportive.
Her first performance at the Opera when she was 19, for which she coined the named 'Amber Sweet' and for which she had begged her father to let her perform, she came down with horrible stage fright and ran off into the slums in search of Graverobber to get her a hit of Zydrate, if only to calm her nerves. She did this right before the curtain was pulled, so her father was forced to cover for her disappearance and refund the public's money. Thus, the 'no-show' rumors began. Pictures of her with the Graverobber began circulating the tabloids and the citizens looked down at her ever-changing appearance with severe disdain.
After a couple years of stage fright, she finally recorded a few commercials with her brothers in order to combat it with their help. The rumors died down, but her addiction to the knife and illegal Zydrate didn't. Her confidence was never shaken again and she was prepared to take Mag down in this year's opera. Luckily, her father planned to take back GeneCo's property, something she and her brothers were thrilled about. She assumed they disliked the affection he showed for Mag over them, as well. The night of the opera finally came, but her face had been severely maimed by one of the less experienced Genterns. Although she attempted a quick fix before the opera, it didn't have time to adequately heal or be correctly sewn up. So, when her big debut finally came, she pushed past the tears and the horror that was beneath the strip of skin that wouldn't stay in place, and went to perform. It, of course, ended in disaster and with her face falling off. She ran off the stage in tears and soon horror struck the opera. Bling Mag was dead, her father died, and then the Repo Man.
She took the GeneCo deed and signed it over to herself since it already had her father's signature, much to her brothers' dismay. They soon got over it and were very supportive in helping her take over the business, providing advice and protection to anyone who opposed her rule. And that's where Amber Sweet sits now, in the large office in GeneCo overlooking the city.
Future Plans: With her father gone, Amber Sweet has taken over GeneCo with her brothers at her side, taking orders from her, protecting her, and communicating her wishes to the general public. She will not let the company her father worked so hard to build crumble because of Nathan & Shilo Wallace, especially since it was the same company that invented Zydrate--with it under her command the supply to her doorstep would be endless. Amber also hopes to now become the Voice of GeneCo, despite her failed attempt at the opera. Although her addiction to surgery and Zydrate continues, she plans to put forth time and effort into even more beneficial cosmetic surgery for the masses. Since organs have already been perfected, face transplants are next. For the most part, she wants GeneCo to remain fairly the same as it was under her father's management with minor changes here and there, including redecorating of his office.
Examples;
First Person Community Example:
I'm so bored here. Daddy's caging me up in my room for the day. Apparently I'm just an embarrassment and he had some important dealings to make with the government today. You'd think his sweet daughter's presence would only help matters. But, whatever. At least Luigi and Pavi aren't there, so it's not just me. I think they're way more embarrassing than me, anyway. Luigi would probably, like, kill the government people. But, I think it'd be pretty funny to see Pavi running around with a Senator's face though. Anyway, being cooped up just makes me more anxious to get out and do something about it. But, I guess I can't blame daddy. He knows me better than I give him credit. He knows if I get out, I'm just going to find more Z. And I would. Too bad being in here just makes me want it more. If only Graverobber could read my mind. I want it now! Ugh! Maybe I'll just sleep the day away.
Third Person Log Example:
Sample 1: Sitting at her mirror, Amber Sweet drew on a thick line of red lipstick. She couldn't help but pick out the slightest imperfections as she did. One side of her lip seemed to be barely a millimeter upwards than the other side. Her left eyebrow was not the same arch as the other. And it could be her imagination, but was that bump on her nose coming back? She did not pay twenty grand to get something fixed and not have it be completely perfect. She would only mention this to her father, of course. Any mention to Luigi and he would simply kill the surgeons and Pavi would only tell her that her face was already perfect (which was a ridiculous thought to her since he spent his time finding new faces to put over his own). No, she would just skip off to her father, whine a little, maybe even sport a few waterworks, and then get some more money to get another surgery. And all would be well. At least for a few days.
But, before she could even do that, she needed another hit of that lovely, enticing glow. Her mind was never far from the thought of "Z". Her skin hummed for it and heart quickened at the thought of it. She pulled a short black bobbed wig onto her head and drew on thick eyeliner. She stood up, tearing off her silk robe before pulling on a black leather dress with a matching coat over it. It had been, what, three days since her last hit? Nearly a record for her. She moved to her purse, fishing through the contents before she found a couple pieces of money. She breathed a sigh of relief. This was enough for a little hit from Graverobber. And if he had changed his prices? Well, there were always other ways she could pay him...
She snapped her fingers and her two leather-clad manservants appeared in the doorway. "We're going out," she told them.
Sample 2:
Leaving the hospital room, Amber flipped her hair happily. On her way to the 'check out,' she stopped at every mirror and every reflective surface to check out the recent work. The bridge of her nose had been flattened, her eyebrows were pushed upward and a suddenly obnoxious mole on her neck had been removed.
Her body was still humming from the effect of legal dose of Zydrate she received before the surgery, which she had to admit, was a rather small one compared to what she was used to getting. Making her way to the counter as her heels clicked on the shining, spotless hospital floor, she pulled out her 'daddy's' checkbook, writing a check for a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. A pretty cheap one in her opinion. Either way, the result was pleasing. For now. The Gentern at reception kissed her on the cheek and wished her well, as Amber practically skipped out of the hospital, as giddy as ever.
~~
A number of hours passed and Amber was sitting in an alley, slumped against a trash bin. The hair she wore was different. The long black locks fell over her face, hiding her easily spotted identity, despite the continuous work on it, from whoever passed. An empty needle protruded from her arm and she winced, wanting more, but the contents was empty and had been for at least an hour. "Not enough..." she murmured. "I want...I want..." Her words were breathless and hushed, "I...need it. More... Not enough."
((The Rest of this thread for Sample 2))
