Post by Sage Lambert on Nov 26, 2006 20:34:01 GMT -5
Name/Nicknames:Sage Ana Lambert
Age/Birthdate: Seventeen going on Eighteen on Christmas Eve.
Occupation/Education:Occupation? No thanks. What kind of worthwhile job could high school education get Sage, anyway?
Nationality/Religion:She’s your regular American melting pot of ethnicities. German, Irish, Spanish, French, English, whatever. There a bit of everything in her blood. But as for religion? Sage is a ‘cradle catholic’, but not practicing anymore. The whole getting up early on Sunday morning is a serious drag.
Hobbies/Talents:Hobbies? Talents? For Sage, a lot of them revolve around music. Since she was in the third grade, Sage had been playing an instrument. First the violin, then the cello, flute, clarinets, piano… whatever she could get her hands on, Sage would take a stab at it.
Then, of course, her voice. What little girl doesn’t want to be a singing super star? And when that little girl grows up in L.A., you can bet she’s going to want it even more. Plus, with a mother like Karen Lambert, you know that little girl is getting five star vocal coaching and a big ol’ push to be number one. But after the separation and move to Collingstead, Mom finally calmed down a bit, leaving Sage to find her own interests.
Sage likes doing things most girls her age do; shopping, going to the movies, getting manicures and facials… the works. She’s not afraid to take a couple extra bucks from her mother’s wallet to pay for those gorgeous red pumps she’d been drooling over for the past month or to get a chip fixed up at the little oriental place down the road.
Height/Weight: Currently five’ nine’’ and one hundred and thirty-six pounds.
General Appearance:
In a world were most girls are out getting spray tans and laying cancer inducing UV ray beds, Sage is the ‘odd one out’. She’s proud of her creamy, porcelain skin littered with delicate freckles. And when most girls are bleaching the hair platinum blonde, Sage is fine with his glossy, naturally fiery red locks. She’s an ‘all natural’ girl; which is hard for some people to swallow. Sage has never had a boob job, nose job, butt implants, or anything else people may have guessed. Her hourglass figure and pretty face are all a result of good genetics; not a good plastic surgeon.
Style has never been that big of deal for Sage. Sure she might wear some La Coste, Polo, and Le Tigre once and again, but then again, she'll wear just about anything. Normal attire is a pair of well fitting jeans and a cute t-shirt. Nothing extravagant ( though, shoes are another story ) . Along the lines of makeup, Sage tries not to over do it. Tries being the key word. Some mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, and whatever lip gloss she can dig up over her pouty, cupid's bow lips. It's too hard for people with her coloring to find a good color palate anyway.
Smoke/Drink: She’s not a big smoker. In fact, she’s not a smoker at all. As far as cigarettes go, anyway. As for drinking… Duh, Of course! What’s a party without a couple of beers?
Desired Clique: Indie or Anything.
Net-Worth: Two Million, give or take.
Family/Friends:
Dwight Lambert – 49, Lawyer.
Karen Lambert – 43, Real Estate Agent.
Personality/History:
Dwight and Karen were married right out of college; it was a sort of West Side Story-esque thing going on. Or is it Romeo and Juliette? Either way, the two were in no circumstances supposed to end up together whether it be because of old family feuds or ethnic differences. A couple of years after their marriage, Dwight and Karen had their first and only child; Sage Ana Lambert. No, she wasn’t named after the plant because her parents were tree hugging hippies. It was a family name. Dwight’s Grandmother Sage raised him after his parents left (to join a cult? Or did they die? Grandmother died before anyone could really get it out of her. ) and Mr. Lambert thought it was a good idea to eternalize her spirit in their new born daughter. Ha. Right…
Things started to get rough between the Mr. and Mrs.; Sage was only eleven and blamed herself for their fighting. Seeing the distress this put his daughter in, Dwight left his multi-million dollar firm to move up to Collingstead so his little girl would be able to spend some time with Mother who was currently working as a Real Estate Agent. But even more devastated that her parents pulled her right out of her budding social life and forced ‘family time’ down her throat, Sage did the only thing she could do. Rebel. At first it was little things, like staying out a few extra minutes past curfew just to piss mom and dad off but as she got older, the things she did started getting more serious until they no longer felt so serious to her. What’s wrong with sneaking out of the house late at night or taking Dad’s credit card to buy liquor?
Sage is a fiery one, that’s for sure. She’ll speak her mind, rarely being tactful about it. But people who know her ( and most people do considering her normal, outgoing, warm self ) know not to take what she says too seriously all the time. Think then act? Why waste the time?
Hometown: L.A. , baby!
Marital Status: Single / Never Married… Unless you count that one time when Sage was six and ‘married’ her next door neighbor, Kyle.
Role Play Sample: “Sweetheart, say that again and I will have to call your father.” The screechy tone was an obvious indication of an irritated impersonation. “I mean, come on!” Even if you didn’t see Sage there, laying on the cold wood floor of her room, the eye roll was almost spelled out by her statement. “You should have kept talking.” The phone against her ear giggled, and Sage snorted. “Ha. You’re right. Like my Dad would care. I fucking stole two hundred dollars out of his wallet and did he say anything? Uh, no.” She shook her head, brushing an unruly strand of red hair from her face before letting her hand fall back to the ground with a gentle thump.
This was the normal routine. Come home from school, do homework, and lay on the floor of her room, watching the clouds roll by over the artfully placed windows on the ceiling while chatting on the phone with friends. She needed to vent after a long day of annoying parents and teachers. God only knows how well her friends could relate. But just think; only a few more months and she’d be outta’ here. This town was too polished. Sage needed someplace like… Las Vegas. Flashing lights, sin, and excitement. Sounded like paradise compared to what very well may be the middle of nowhere.
[manthatwasterrible. i'll fix it if you want]
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Age/Birthdate: Seventeen going on Eighteen on Christmas Eve.
Occupation/Education:Occupation? No thanks. What kind of worthwhile job could high school education get Sage, anyway?
Nationality/Religion:She’s your regular American melting pot of ethnicities. German, Irish, Spanish, French, English, whatever. There a bit of everything in her blood. But as for religion? Sage is a ‘cradle catholic’, but not practicing anymore. The whole getting up early on Sunday morning is a serious drag.
Hobbies/Talents:Hobbies? Talents? For Sage, a lot of them revolve around music. Since she was in the third grade, Sage had been playing an instrument. First the violin, then the cello, flute, clarinets, piano… whatever she could get her hands on, Sage would take a stab at it.
Then, of course, her voice. What little girl doesn’t want to be a singing super star? And when that little girl grows up in L.A., you can bet she’s going to want it even more. Plus, with a mother like Karen Lambert, you know that little girl is getting five star vocal coaching and a big ol’ push to be number one. But after the separation and move to Collingstead, Mom finally calmed down a bit, leaving Sage to find her own interests.
Sage likes doing things most girls her age do; shopping, going to the movies, getting manicures and facials… the works. She’s not afraid to take a couple extra bucks from her mother’s wallet to pay for those gorgeous red pumps she’d been drooling over for the past month or to get a chip fixed up at the little oriental place down the road.
Height/Weight: Currently five’ nine’’ and one hundred and thirty-six pounds.
General Appearance:
In a world were most girls are out getting spray tans and laying cancer inducing UV ray beds, Sage is the ‘odd one out’. She’s proud of her creamy, porcelain skin littered with delicate freckles. And when most girls are bleaching the hair platinum blonde, Sage is fine with his glossy, naturally fiery red locks. She’s an ‘all natural’ girl; which is hard for some people to swallow. Sage has never had a boob job, nose job, butt implants, or anything else people may have guessed. Her hourglass figure and pretty face are all a result of good genetics; not a good plastic surgeon.
Style has never been that big of deal for Sage. Sure she might wear some La Coste, Polo, and Le Tigre once and again, but then again, she'll wear just about anything. Normal attire is a pair of well fitting jeans and a cute t-shirt. Nothing extravagant ( though, shoes are another story ) . Along the lines of makeup, Sage tries not to over do it. Tries being the key word. Some mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, and whatever lip gloss she can dig up over her pouty, cupid's bow lips. It's too hard for people with her coloring to find a good color palate anyway.
Smoke/Drink: She’s not a big smoker. In fact, she’s not a smoker at all. As far as cigarettes go, anyway. As for drinking… Duh, Of course! What’s a party without a couple of beers?
Desired Clique: Indie or Anything.
Net-Worth: Two Million, give or take.
Family/Friends:
Dwight Lambert – 49, Lawyer.
Karen Lambert – 43, Real Estate Agent.
Personality/History:
Dwight and Karen were married right out of college; it was a sort of West Side Story-esque thing going on. Or is it Romeo and Juliette? Either way, the two were in no circumstances supposed to end up together whether it be because of old family feuds or ethnic differences. A couple of years after their marriage, Dwight and Karen had their first and only child; Sage Ana Lambert. No, she wasn’t named after the plant because her parents were tree hugging hippies. It was a family name. Dwight’s Grandmother Sage raised him after his parents left (to join a cult? Or did they die? Grandmother died before anyone could really get it out of her. ) and Mr. Lambert thought it was a good idea to eternalize her spirit in their new born daughter. Ha. Right…
Things started to get rough between the Mr. and Mrs.; Sage was only eleven and blamed herself for their fighting. Seeing the distress this put his daughter in, Dwight left his multi-million dollar firm to move up to Collingstead so his little girl would be able to spend some time with Mother who was currently working as a Real Estate Agent. But even more devastated that her parents pulled her right out of her budding social life and forced ‘family time’ down her throat, Sage did the only thing she could do. Rebel. At first it was little things, like staying out a few extra minutes past curfew just to piss mom and dad off but as she got older, the things she did started getting more serious until they no longer felt so serious to her. What’s wrong with sneaking out of the house late at night or taking Dad’s credit card to buy liquor?
Sage is a fiery one, that’s for sure. She’ll speak her mind, rarely being tactful about it. But people who know her ( and most people do considering her normal, outgoing, warm self ) know not to take what she says too seriously all the time. Think then act? Why waste the time?
Hometown: L.A. , baby!
Marital Status: Single / Never Married… Unless you count that one time when Sage was six and ‘married’ her next door neighbor, Kyle.
Role Play Sample: “Sweetheart, say that again and I will have to call your father.” The screechy tone was an obvious indication of an irritated impersonation. “I mean, come on!” Even if you didn’t see Sage there, laying on the cold wood floor of her room, the eye roll was almost spelled out by her statement. “You should have kept talking.” The phone against her ear giggled, and Sage snorted. “Ha. You’re right. Like my Dad would care. I fucking stole two hundred dollars out of his wallet and did he say anything? Uh, no.” She shook her head, brushing an unruly strand of red hair from her face before letting her hand fall back to the ground with a gentle thump.
This was the normal routine. Come home from school, do homework, and lay on the floor of her room, watching the clouds roll by over the artfully placed windows on the ceiling while chatting on the phone with friends. She needed to vent after a long day of annoying parents and teachers. God only knows how well her friends could relate. But just think; only a few more months and she’d be outta’ here. This town was too polished. Sage needed someplace like… Las Vegas. Flashing lights, sin, and excitement. Sounded like paradise compared to what very well may be the middle of nowhere.
[manthatwasterrible. i'll fix it if you want]
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