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Rebecca	Mar 9 2009, 04:48 AM
Posts: 1 Group: Members Member #19 Joined: Mar 5, 2009	Miss Rebecca Ann Seaton (()) Student Age: 16 Height: 5'1 Weight: 120lbs Build and Carriage: Slim, with a soft rounded figure but no feminine curves yet present. Hair Color and Style: Brown, held up in soft curls around her face. Eye Color: Hazel, wears glasses when reading. Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian Complexion: Milky skin, no roses in her cheeks but the faintest hint of pink in her lips. Indepth Description: A sweet rounded face with full lips, a strait nose, and large eyes, a slight cleft to her chin. Long slim limbs and small hands. Slightly to-large feet. Country of Origin: America Date of Birth: 1888 Parents: ~Father: Mr. Henry Seaton ~Mother: Mrs. Edith Seaton {nee~ Danforth} Siblings and other relatives: Henry Seaton Jr. {Older Brother ~ Attending Oxford} Elisabeth Jennings {Older Sister ~ Married} Paul Seaton {Older Brother ~ Homosexual, disowned, changed his name to Mordred Faux} James Seaton {Younger Brother ~ Infant} Close Friends: Character History: Born at her family's New England Townhouse, her father is a politician and her mother an admired hostess. Rebecca lived her young life in luxury interrupted only when her brother Paul had a falling out with their father due to his sexuality. Recently her mother has looked into finishing schools for Rebecca and has chosen this one as the only one suitable for her daughter. Personality: Flighty and introverted. Strengths: Intelligent, good memory, graceful. Weaknesses: Shy, stammers, weak immune system. Interests: Poetry, singing, art, dancing. Pet Peeves: Hypocrites, dirty spoons, airheads. Quirks: Taps her fingers on the cover of whatever book she's reading. walks in small circles when agitated. Skills: Writing poetry, dancing, remembering names, painting. Sample Post: Quote: Most people would likely assume that the small thin figure in the black Lolita dress was just another teen girl caught up in a typical Japophilic obsession. Yet most of said people when commenting on just how adorable the young girl looked would just as likely be taken aback by the hateful gaze cast their way after they uttered those words. Nonetheless, it was fated that despite his own reservations, Lolita was inevitably drawn to crowds like a moth to flames. Today was no different and the crowded Cafe beckoned to him with it's sites and sounds, it's crowded commerce like so many ants. He cast his eyes over the bustling mass of flesh and blood, searching for an empty seat. When it seemed that every vacancy was taken, and he was considering just ordering his coffee to go, as un-elegant as the Styrofoam cup would make him appear when he noticed the near-empty table occupied by a large heavily scarred blond man and what appeared to be an small strange looking boy, his face covered with myriad stitches. He moved slowly between the full tables, pulling his skirts close around him to prevent them touching the other people as he approached the far table. Bending forward, he tapped the table gently with one slender fore-finger to get it's occupant's attention. "Is this seat taken?" he inquired softly, gesturing toward one of the two remaining chairs.
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