Daren Winifred van Winkle
Sept 23, 2009 5:27:31 GMT -5
Post by Daren van Winkle on Sept 23, 2009 5:27:31 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Weli
AGE
wineteen
GENDER
wemale
CHARACTER
NAME
Daren Winifred van Winkle
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Arielle Kebbel
PERSONALITY
Daren isn’t the most tactful girl in the world, in fact she’s probably the least. She doesn’t particularly care for anyone besides herself and her boyfriend, and doesn’t make an attempt to unless it benefits her in one way or another. She’s usually purposefully mean and nasty and doesn’t have a big enough conscience to know when something passes the bounds of right and wrong – or she just doesn’t care enough to listen to her conscience. Her primary motivator in life is power. Just like her parents, she likes to be in control of things, including people. She’s a natural born leader, and has no problem being leader of the pack, no matter what it takes to do so. Even if it means tormenting people to keep her place on top, if she has to strike fear into people she doesn’t skip a beat in coming up with a way to do so. Her place on top may not be well earned, but it sure as hell beats being at the bottom of the social ladder.
Organization is something she lives by, almost to an obsessive compulsive state. Everything she deals with has order, even the way she handles people. Her dorm room is always spic-and-span clean and she dusts at least four times a week. She has a tab separating each of her subjects and even tabs within those tabs separating homework from class work and even has a couple tabs within those. It’s difficult for her to deal with anyone who isn’t organized. Even her locker has compartments to store her things in. That’s one thing that she’d never skimp on. It was a habit that she’d inherited from both of her parents. She’s so adamant about her belongings being kept and put back into place that it’s best not to touch her things in the first place and she doesn’t enjoy when people do. Everything she has is arranged in the precise way she enjoys it. Order is something she’s pretty inflexible about, it’s the way she likes things.
Not that it’s necessary because of her family’s status, Daren likes the idea of creating her own social status and wealth. While she enjoys her family’s assets, and doesn’t mind enjoying her lavish lifestyle – and would probably be lost without it – she still thinks of one day not having to rely on her parents for money and such. She wants to acquire wealth in her own way with her future husband. Though for the time being she doesn’t so much mind the idea of mooching off of her parents if it means getting everything she wants. She likes money, and spends it frivolously, buying what she wants no matter how much it costs. Money is no object. Expensive clothes, lavish parties, costly dinners…the list goes on and on. She’s a spoiled brat if there was ever a definition of one. She’s never worn the same outfit twice and rarely – if ever – mixes and matches her clothes. She doesn’t see the point when she can buy new clothes at will. But as a show of how selfish she is, she even keeps the clothes she’d finished with instead of donating them.
APPEARANCE
Daren is your typical girly girl. She loves expensive things and refuses to wear anything less than what she’s worth. She prefers fashion items, following trends and such, but she swears the occasional miniskirt and pair of jeans now and again, but only paired with a top that screams fashion along with a pair of pumps. It’s very rare to see her in anything but high heels and boots. She doesn’t believe in sneakers and even invested in a pair of shoes made specifically for gym and working out, which she does a lot. To both keep in shape and keep her perfectly toned body. She likes color, but always balances it out, never too much and never too little. When in class she prefers to be a bit more classy with her choices, but any other time she likes low cut shirts and short skirts or dresses. Though she remembers the cardinal rule of never pairing a low cut shirt with a skimpy bottom and vice versa. She’s always best dressed and never skimps out on it.
She’s a big jewelry person, it’s the way to her heart. Silver is her metal of choice, though gold isn’t so much off either. She mostly wears necklaces, choosing ones made specifically for her, that have sentimental value, and/or ones that fit her skin tone. Mainly, however she wears the silver, heart necklace with encrusted diamonds that her boyfriend bought for her on their anniversary. Besides one given to her by her parents, it’s the one that means the most to her and the one she enjoys flaunting. She also never goes out of her house/dorm without earrings, feeling it very unladylike not to have them. She’d learned an old saying first from her grandmother and then her mother that said ‘A woman without earrings, might as well be naked.’ And she’s carried that to this day.
Beauty is definitely a gene passed through the family. Daren takes mostly after her mother. Blonde hair is one of the traits she acquired from her mom, though she mostly straightens it, naturally it’s wavy and untamable. She likes to keep it under control just like everything else. Usually she leaves it down and flowing down her back, but sometimes she puts it up and fashionable clips – never hairbands – and she doesn’t like headbands, thinking them childish and annoying. At times, to change up her look, she curls it a bit. She’s not a big fan of hair spray or products, but at times she uses them to hold a certain hairstyle in place. Her dark, honey colored eyes are a trait she acquired from her dad and she plays them up the most because of how pretty they are. Not too dark to be brown, yet not too light to be green, they’re a pretty perfect median of hazel and she loves to experiments with different color eyeliners and shadows to see which make her eyes the most prominent feature on her face.
The most noticeable feature is her baby face, with puffy cheeks and heart shaped lips, she’s often mistaken for younger than she is, which annoys her almost as much as people do. Another common mistake, is thinking that because she looks so cute and innocent that she actually is. Big inaccuracy. She’s the exact opposite of what she appears, and actually plays up that innocent look to get things that she wants and use/manipulate people.
HISTORY
Arie van Winkle was born the son of an extremely wealthy, Dutch business tycoon and his American wife of five years in a small town in Holland. He’d been the last born of four and the first and only boy. A blessing to his father. The two had been trying for a boy after having three girls, and had been relieved at the knowledge that they’d be having one. Not that the previous three girls weren’t important, but after three of them, there was a wish that he’d have a son to pass down his business too. And that he did. Though the little boy grew up doused almost immediately into wealth, he’d been taught not to covet it as anything more than worth. His father made sure that Arie was not only smart but wise in the field of money so that he too, one day would run his company when his father retired. He was a smart guy, he never really got into spending money like his sister’s did, he never saw the point and used his head, saved all of his money in a trust account and didn’t touch it until he turned eighteen. And even then he kept the majority in the account and only took out enough to pay for college.
He’d been set up since he was born to marry the daughter of his mother’s best friend, she was three years older than he and almost just as powerful and wealthy. On his sixteenth birthday, he met her for the first time, though the meeting went anything less than perfect and his feelings for her were anything but amorous for the girl, and because of his distaste for her, he decided she wasn’t fit to be his bride. And though his parents tried hard to change his mind, he was convinced that the evil woman would have no part of his life whatsoever. But two years passed, and those sentiments changed and at the age of eighteen he was married to Myrna Peabody. A beautiful, blonde American socialite, born to wealthy parents that rivaled his own. The wedding was lavish and boasting old Dutch traditions fused with American ones. They were, of course, married in his estate.
When his father’s business went abroad, so did Arie, taking the first jump he could to move him and his new wife to America where he’d had a beautiful house built to her specifications – one he found particular odd was being close to her best friend though he would not deny her of anything she wanted. Anything she wanted, she got, no matter how pricey or lavish. And once their house was built, painted and furnished her way they moved from his home in Holland to the town of Fayetteville, Georgia the place of Myrna’s – and his mother’s – birth. He didn’t like it at first, but it grew on him, and he had a house that he couldn’t complain about. His wife had good taste that was for sure, and no problem spending money.
Soon after they moved into their home, Myrna’s desire for a child was a sentiment shared by Arie and they began trying for children. Arie of course wanted a son, as did Myrna and as soon as they learned she was with child they began picking out baby boy names even before knowing the sex of the child. Darren had been the pick they stuck with and it began to grow on her. So much that when a baby girl popped out nine months later on May 20th, the name got stuck with her because she couldn’t wait to give it to the next baby she was to have. The one thing she did do, to feminize it, was take out one ‘r’ which worked out to her advantage – at least in her opinion. From three days after birth, they talked of potential suitors for Daren, wanting her to only marry into wealth and vice versa. Her best friend Viviana’s son still hadn’t been set up with a match and it was only natural that Myrna would go to her with the request and they both agreed. It was perfect. Another generation of family being married into wealth, their families would be safe for another generation.
Daren Winifred van Winkle was a smart baby. They hadn’t waited long before getting her professionals who could teach her at the ripe age of one. And she grew up ridiculously smart. It wasn’t until the age of four that Daren showed interest in dance, just like any other little girl with the dream of becoming a ballerina. Myrna was all too happy and set her daughter up with a personal ballet teacher who came to the house every other day for private lessons for her daughter. Ballet had become her new favorite thing to do besides reading. Television hadn’t been allowed for her and she grew up without that luxury despite being rich. Her interest in violin came from her sixth birthday party when Myrna invited an orchestra as intended entertainment for Daren and her group of friends. The prime violinist caught her attention with his golden guitar and the way the instrument sounded when played on its own. So beautiful and soothing. So upon acknowledging her inquiry, Arie supported her and easily made a schedule to accommodate her homeschooling, her ballet and her violin lessons.
Daren picked it up so simply that she’d been steps from being named a child prodigy. Her gift was amazing, no amount of money could train a seven year old to play the way she did. By the time she was ten, Daren had picked up the instrument so well that she began playing for her parents banquets and parties. Though her favorite person to play for had been her longtime friend – and future husband – Theodore. When he began talking to her and telling her of his plans to leave home for school, she couldn’t deny the sorrow she felt to not be able to have him with her. But she knew it was important to him and so she supported his idea, especially with the idea of joining him when she was of age. Once he left however, determination forced her into more lessons and longer late night sessions. She was going to be seamless, her playing effortless, because when it came time, she wanted nothing to be in the way of joining him.
And it didn’t. Two years later she was well on her way to joining the ranks of GPA, but most importantly she was most excited about being with Theodore…alone…without parents. And well, of course, their paid shadows didn’t help the idea along, but even well paid spies could be paid to report back good words and leave them alone for a while. GPA couldn’t have been a better place for her. She didn’t really think she had anything more to learn, but it couldn’t hurt. Could it? At least not her.
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[/size]NAME
Weli
AGE
wineteen
GENDER
wemale
CHARACTER
NAME
Daren Winifred van Winkle
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Arielle Kebbel
PERSONALITY
Daren isn’t the most tactful girl in the world, in fact she’s probably the least. She doesn’t particularly care for anyone besides herself and her boyfriend, and doesn’t make an attempt to unless it benefits her in one way or another. She’s usually purposefully mean and nasty and doesn’t have a big enough conscience to know when something passes the bounds of right and wrong – or she just doesn’t care enough to listen to her conscience. Her primary motivator in life is power. Just like her parents, she likes to be in control of things, including people. She’s a natural born leader, and has no problem being leader of the pack, no matter what it takes to do so. Even if it means tormenting people to keep her place on top, if she has to strike fear into people she doesn’t skip a beat in coming up with a way to do so. Her place on top may not be well earned, but it sure as hell beats being at the bottom of the social ladder.
Organization is something she lives by, almost to an obsessive compulsive state. Everything she deals with has order, even the way she handles people. Her dorm room is always spic-and-span clean and she dusts at least four times a week. She has a tab separating each of her subjects and even tabs within those tabs separating homework from class work and even has a couple tabs within those. It’s difficult for her to deal with anyone who isn’t organized. Even her locker has compartments to store her things in. That’s one thing that she’d never skimp on. It was a habit that she’d inherited from both of her parents. She’s so adamant about her belongings being kept and put back into place that it’s best not to touch her things in the first place and she doesn’t enjoy when people do. Everything she has is arranged in the precise way she enjoys it. Order is something she’s pretty inflexible about, it’s the way she likes things.
Not that it’s necessary because of her family’s status, Daren likes the idea of creating her own social status and wealth. While she enjoys her family’s assets, and doesn’t mind enjoying her lavish lifestyle – and would probably be lost without it – she still thinks of one day not having to rely on her parents for money and such. She wants to acquire wealth in her own way with her future husband. Though for the time being she doesn’t so much mind the idea of mooching off of her parents if it means getting everything she wants. She likes money, and spends it frivolously, buying what she wants no matter how much it costs. Money is no object. Expensive clothes, lavish parties, costly dinners…the list goes on and on. She’s a spoiled brat if there was ever a definition of one. She’s never worn the same outfit twice and rarely – if ever – mixes and matches her clothes. She doesn’t see the point when she can buy new clothes at will. But as a show of how selfish she is, she even keeps the clothes she’d finished with instead of donating them.
APPEARANCE
Daren is your typical girly girl. She loves expensive things and refuses to wear anything less than what she’s worth. She prefers fashion items, following trends and such, but she swears the occasional miniskirt and pair of jeans now and again, but only paired with a top that screams fashion along with a pair of pumps. It’s very rare to see her in anything but high heels and boots. She doesn’t believe in sneakers and even invested in a pair of shoes made specifically for gym and working out, which she does a lot. To both keep in shape and keep her perfectly toned body. She likes color, but always balances it out, never too much and never too little. When in class she prefers to be a bit more classy with her choices, but any other time she likes low cut shirts and short skirts or dresses. Though she remembers the cardinal rule of never pairing a low cut shirt with a skimpy bottom and vice versa. She’s always best dressed and never skimps out on it.
She’s a big jewelry person, it’s the way to her heart. Silver is her metal of choice, though gold isn’t so much off either. She mostly wears necklaces, choosing ones made specifically for her, that have sentimental value, and/or ones that fit her skin tone. Mainly, however she wears the silver, heart necklace with encrusted diamonds that her boyfriend bought for her on their anniversary. Besides one given to her by her parents, it’s the one that means the most to her and the one she enjoys flaunting. She also never goes out of her house/dorm without earrings, feeling it very unladylike not to have them. She’d learned an old saying first from her grandmother and then her mother that said ‘A woman without earrings, might as well be naked.’ And she’s carried that to this day.
Beauty is definitely a gene passed through the family. Daren takes mostly after her mother. Blonde hair is one of the traits she acquired from her mom, though she mostly straightens it, naturally it’s wavy and untamable. She likes to keep it under control just like everything else. Usually she leaves it down and flowing down her back, but sometimes she puts it up and fashionable clips – never hairbands – and she doesn’t like headbands, thinking them childish and annoying. At times, to change up her look, she curls it a bit. She’s not a big fan of hair spray or products, but at times she uses them to hold a certain hairstyle in place. Her dark, honey colored eyes are a trait she acquired from her dad and she plays them up the most because of how pretty they are. Not too dark to be brown, yet not too light to be green, they’re a pretty perfect median of hazel and she loves to experiments with different color eyeliners and shadows to see which make her eyes the most prominent feature on her face.
The most noticeable feature is her baby face, with puffy cheeks and heart shaped lips, she’s often mistaken for younger than she is, which annoys her almost as much as people do. Another common mistake, is thinking that because she looks so cute and innocent that she actually is. Big inaccuracy. She’s the exact opposite of what she appears, and actually plays up that innocent look to get things that she wants and use/manipulate people.
HISTORY
Arie van Winkle was born the son of an extremely wealthy, Dutch business tycoon and his American wife of five years in a small town in Holland. He’d been the last born of four and the first and only boy. A blessing to his father. The two had been trying for a boy after having three girls, and had been relieved at the knowledge that they’d be having one. Not that the previous three girls weren’t important, but after three of them, there was a wish that he’d have a son to pass down his business too. And that he did. Though the little boy grew up doused almost immediately into wealth, he’d been taught not to covet it as anything more than worth. His father made sure that Arie was not only smart but wise in the field of money so that he too, one day would run his company when his father retired. He was a smart guy, he never really got into spending money like his sister’s did, he never saw the point and used his head, saved all of his money in a trust account and didn’t touch it until he turned eighteen. And even then he kept the majority in the account and only took out enough to pay for college.
He’d been set up since he was born to marry the daughter of his mother’s best friend, she was three years older than he and almost just as powerful and wealthy. On his sixteenth birthday, he met her for the first time, though the meeting went anything less than perfect and his feelings for her were anything but amorous for the girl, and because of his distaste for her, he decided she wasn’t fit to be his bride. And though his parents tried hard to change his mind, he was convinced that the evil woman would have no part of his life whatsoever. But two years passed, and those sentiments changed and at the age of eighteen he was married to Myrna Peabody. A beautiful, blonde American socialite, born to wealthy parents that rivaled his own. The wedding was lavish and boasting old Dutch traditions fused with American ones. They were, of course, married in his estate.
When his father’s business went abroad, so did Arie, taking the first jump he could to move him and his new wife to America where he’d had a beautiful house built to her specifications – one he found particular odd was being close to her best friend though he would not deny her of anything she wanted. Anything she wanted, she got, no matter how pricey or lavish. And once their house was built, painted and furnished her way they moved from his home in Holland to the town of Fayetteville, Georgia the place of Myrna’s – and his mother’s – birth. He didn’t like it at first, but it grew on him, and he had a house that he couldn’t complain about. His wife had good taste that was for sure, and no problem spending money.
Soon after they moved into their home, Myrna’s desire for a child was a sentiment shared by Arie and they began trying for children. Arie of course wanted a son, as did Myrna and as soon as they learned she was with child they began picking out baby boy names even before knowing the sex of the child. Darren had been the pick they stuck with and it began to grow on her. So much that when a baby girl popped out nine months later on May 20th, the name got stuck with her because she couldn’t wait to give it to the next baby she was to have. The one thing she did do, to feminize it, was take out one ‘r’ which worked out to her advantage – at least in her opinion. From three days after birth, they talked of potential suitors for Daren, wanting her to only marry into wealth and vice versa. Her best friend Viviana’s son still hadn’t been set up with a match and it was only natural that Myrna would go to her with the request and they both agreed. It was perfect. Another generation of family being married into wealth, their families would be safe for another generation.
Daren Winifred van Winkle was a smart baby. They hadn’t waited long before getting her professionals who could teach her at the ripe age of one. And she grew up ridiculously smart. It wasn’t until the age of four that Daren showed interest in dance, just like any other little girl with the dream of becoming a ballerina. Myrna was all too happy and set her daughter up with a personal ballet teacher who came to the house every other day for private lessons for her daughter. Ballet had become her new favorite thing to do besides reading. Television hadn’t been allowed for her and she grew up without that luxury despite being rich. Her interest in violin came from her sixth birthday party when Myrna invited an orchestra as intended entertainment for Daren and her group of friends. The prime violinist caught her attention with his golden guitar and the way the instrument sounded when played on its own. So beautiful and soothing. So upon acknowledging her inquiry, Arie supported her and easily made a schedule to accommodate her homeschooling, her ballet and her violin lessons.
Daren picked it up so simply that she’d been steps from being named a child prodigy. Her gift was amazing, no amount of money could train a seven year old to play the way she did. By the time she was ten, Daren had picked up the instrument so well that she began playing for her parents banquets and parties. Though her favorite person to play for had been her longtime friend – and future husband – Theodore. When he began talking to her and telling her of his plans to leave home for school, she couldn’t deny the sorrow she felt to not be able to have him with her. But she knew it was important to him and so she supported his idea, especially with the idea of joining him when she was of age. Once he left however, determination forced her into more lessons and longer late night sessions. She was going to be seamless, her playing effortless, because when it came time, she wanted nothing to be in the way of joining him.
And it didn’t. Two years later she was well on her way to joining the ranks of GPA, but most importantly she was most excited about being with Theodore…alone…without parents. And well, of course, their paid shadows didn’t help the idea along, but even well paid spies could be paid to report back good words and leave them alone for a while. GPA couldn’t have been a better place for her. She didn’t really think she had anything more to learn, but it couldn’t hurt. Could it? At least not her.
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