Post by Hazel Cuoco on Jun 18, 2006 13:29:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Hazel Cuoco.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: 17
Grade: Senior.
Clique: Preps? (I'm not sure...)
Appearance: Hazel is not amazingly beautiful in any way, however she is described as being very pretty and "cute". She has blonde hair, that flows just past her shoulders and bangs that frame her emerald eyes. Very fair skinned, she has a pale complexion and does not reach past 5’ 2.
On a typical school day Hazel will wear her school uniform, which consists of a short, blue mini skirt, and a long sleeved top. Outside of school she continues to wear skirts or dresses generally short like her school uniform, though it’s not unheard of for her to wear longer. She’s never found in pants, tending to dress rather ‘girly’. Normally she keeps part of her hair pulled back, either into ribbons, braids, clips, or ponytails, though her style is varied. Most people recognize her for the ribbons she wears off to the side of her head.
Clothing Style: Cure and girly.
Interesting Clothing Facts: She seldom wears pants, sticking to skirts for most occasions.
Personality: Most of the time Hazel presents to the word a rather cheery expression. She doesn’t often like to burden others with what she considers to be her own problems. in order to protect herself, she plays the role she believes will keep her loved ones closest to her. This of course manifests itself in her polite mannerisms. Hazel is a genuinely kind and forgiving person, but as any human does, she seeks to protect herself, and feel needed or cared for by the people truly special to her.
To those who know Hazel, she can appear to be an open book, always wearing her emotions on her sleeve. Though Hazel might be clumsy, and terribly naive, she has a very warm and gentle heart, that has helped heal many of the people she loves in it’s selflessness.
History/Background: Hazel's parents were middle class, and worked hard for their wages and to pay the expenses of their new family member, Hazel. Still, they managed to support themselves, along with raising Hazel in a happy, loving environment. However at the age of nine, Hazel's father left on a month long business trip. Every time he phoned, her mother would comment on how he didn't sound too well, which he would brush off as a simple cold. When the month was almost over, the phone rang, and the excited woman predicted to her daughter that it would be her Daddy. Coming back, she looked oddly placid... almost broken.
The phone call had been from the hospital. Hazel's father had finally come in for a check up, and had been diagnosed with pneumonia. He'd died later the same day, in his sleep. Hazel's mother went into a depression, neglecting the young girl she had taken such good care of in the past. Hazel managed to feed herself, even if she couldn't was her clothes. A month after her father's death... Hazel's mother slit her wrists.
There were many arguments over where the young girl should stay, as most of her remaining family didn't have large houses. Finally, it was decided that she would live with her father's three brothers, Broadway actors who owned a rather large manor house. Since then, Hazel has lived a happy life with her uncles, who love the girl dearly. By the age of thirteen, Hazel had the idea in her head that it would be unjust to live in their house without doing something in return. So, she took over all the housework duties, along with her education and normal life.
Likes: Animals, sweets, housework.
Dislikes: Sadness, people disappointed in her, bad grades.
Hobbies: Reading, cooking, cleaning, feeding strays.
Quirks/Habits: Hazel has a tendancy to space out sometimes, attributing to her clumsyness.
Sample RP:
Precariously balancing the overloaded laundry basket within her small hands, Hazel Cuoco carefully took a tentative step forward, her feet inching along the stairway as she slowly descended the steps, one cautious foot right after the other.
Flowing blonde hair followed by a pair of emerald green eyes peeked over the stack of laundry, only to instantly disappear once more. A heavy sigh escaped the girl struggling with the enormous pile of clothes, and her mind reeled, wondering at how three guys could possibly go through so many shirts in one week.
Well they certainly do a good job of it! Hazel thought good-humouredly, slowly feeling her way down the stairs. Not that I’m complaining or anything. In fact, I’m happy to be here, doing this for all of them. It’s the least I can do. Hazel always found joy in doing things for others, and always took pride in her work. Her job was to help keep her uncle's house in tip top shape, and she intended to do just that! Besides, if she didn’t do the work, who would?
Taking a confident step forward in her excitement Hazel was surprised when her foot grazed the next step, missing it by little more than a hairsbreadth. Eyes opening wide in shock Hazel gasped as she felt her foot slip, her balance abandoning her as she roughly fell down the stairs, plummeting to the hard ground below.
A moment passed before any sound was heard. Painfully Hazel pushed herself up into a sitting position, emitting a low moan as she did. Why does this always happen to me? She thought dizzily, as she removed a pair of pants from across her eyes, and held her head a moment, struggling to stop the room from spinning. I think that one hurt even worse than last time... Still the room continued to spin, and Hazel wobbly sat the rest of the way up.
I don’t think I have a knack for stairs and laundry, she thought warily, looking at the mess around her. Clothes lay everywhere, covering the floor, the stairs, and even herself. That was her second time in a week falling down those stairs! Ah ha…at least Adam, Ben, and Josh weren’t here to see this time. The last fall had been even more elaborate, and had assisted in taking all four of them down. A stunt that only Hazel seemed able to pull off.
I should really learn to be more careful from now on. Glancing about her she began to gather the laundry back up, and pile it within the large basket; albeit it a little slowly after her graceful fall. There was nothing for it, but to get back to work! Besides… She still had two other loads to carry downstairs.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: 17
Grade: Senior.
Clique: Preps? (I'm not sure...)
Appearance: Hazel is not amazingly beautiful in any way, however she is described as being very pretty and "cute". She has blonde hair, that flows just past her shoulders and bangs that frame her emerald eyes. Very fair skinned, she has a pale complexion and does not reach past 5’ 2.
On a typical school day Hazel will wear her school uniform, which consists of a short, blue mini skirt, and a long sleeved top. Outside of school she continues to wear skirts or dresses generally short like her school uniform, though it’s not unheard of for her to wear longer. She’s never found in pants, tending to dress rather ‘girly’. Normally she keeps part of her hair pulled back, either into ribbons, braids, clips, or ponytails, though her style is varied. Most people recognize her for the ribbons she wears off to the side of her head.
Clothing Style: Cure and girly.
Interesting Clothing Facts: She seldom wears pants, sticking to skirts for most occasions.
Personality: Most of the time Hazel presents to the word a rather cheery expression. She doesn’t often like to burden others with what she considers to be her own problems. in order to protect herself, she plays the role she believes will keep her loved ones closest to her. This of course manifests itself in her polite mannerisms. Hazel is a genuinely kind and forgiving person, but as any human does, she seeks to protect herself, and feel needed or cared for by the people truly special to her.
To those who know Hazel, she can appear to be an open book, always wearing her emotions on her sleeve. Though Hazel might be clumsy, and terribly naive, she has a very warm and gentle heart, that has helped heal many of the people she loves in it’s selflessness.
History/Background: Hazel's parents were middle class, and worked hard for their wages and to pay the expenses of their new family member, Hazel. Still, they managed to support themselves, along with raising Hazel in a happy, loving environment. However at the age of nine, Hazel's father left on a month long business trip. Every time he phoned, her mother would comment on how he didn't sound too well, which he would brush off as a simple cold. When the month was almost over, the phone rang, and the excited woman predicted to her daughter that it would be her Daddy. Coming back, she looked oddly placid... almost broken.
The phone call had been from the hospital. Hazel's father had finally come in for a check up, and had been diagnosed with pneumonia. He'd died later the same day, in his sleep. Hazel's mother went into a depression, neglecting the young girl she had taken such good care of in the past. Hazel managed to feed herself, even if she couldn't was her clothes. A month after her father's death... Hazel's mother slit her wrists.
There were many arguments over where the young girl should stay, as most of her remaining family didn't have large houses. Finally, it was decided that she would live with her father's three brothers, Broadway actors who owned a rather large manor house. Since then, Hazel has lived a happy life with her uncles, who love the girl dearly. By the age of thirteen, Hazel had the idea in her head that it would be unjust to live in their house without doing something in return. So, she took over all the housework duties, along with her education and normal life.
Likes: Animals, sweets, housework.
Dislikes: Sadness, people disappointed in her, bad grades.
Hobbies: Reading, cooking, cleaning, feeding strays.
Quirks/Habits: Hazel has a tendancy to space out sometimes, attributing to her clumsyness.
Sample RP:
Precariously balancing the overloaded laundry basket within her small hands, Hazel Cuoco carefully took a tentative step forward, her feet inching along the stairway as she slowly descended the steps, one cautious foot right after the other.
Flowing blonde hair followed by a pair of emerald green eyes peeked over the stack of laundry, only to instantly disappear once more. A heavy sigh escaped the girl struggling with the enormous pile of clothes, and her mind reeled, wondering at how three guys could possibly go through so many shirts in one week.
Well they certainly do a good job of it! Hazel thought good-humouredly, slowly feeling her way down the stairs. Not that I’m complaining or anything. In fact, I’m happy to be here, doing this for all of them. It’s the least I can do. Hazel always found joy in doing things for others, and always took pride in her work. Her job was to help keep her uncle's house in tip top shape, and she intended to do just that! Besides, if she didn’t do the work, who would?
Taking a confident step forward in her excitement Hazel was surprised when her foot grazed the next step, missing it by little more than a hairsbreadth. Eyes opening wide in shock Hazel gasped as she felt her foot slip, her balance abandoning her as she roughly fell down the stairs, plummeting to the hard ground below.
A moment passed before any sound was heard. Painfully Hazel pushed herself up into a sitting position, emitting a low moan as she did. Why does this always happen to me? She thought dizzily, as she removed a pair of pants from across her eyes, and held her head a moment, struggling to stop the room from spinning. I think that one hurt even worse than last time... Still the room continued to spin, and Hazel wobbly sat the rest of the way up.
I don’t think I have a knack for stairs and laundry, she thought warily, looking at the mess around her. Clothes lay everywhere, covering the floor, the stairs, and even herself. That was her second time in a week falling down those stairs! Ah ha…at least Adam, Ben, and Josh weren’t here to see this time. The last fall had been even more elaborate, and had assisted in taking all four of them down. A stunt that only Hazel seemed able to pull off.
I should really learn to be more careful from now on. Glancing about her she began to gather the laundry back up, and pile it within the large basket; albeit it a little slowly after her graceful fall. There was nothing for it, but to get back to work! Besides… She still had two other loads to carry downstairs.
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