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Gwendolyn Grant
||About You||
    Name: Amanda
    Age: 15
    RP experience: About 3 years or so.
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||The Basics||
    Full name: Gwendolyn Abigail Grant (Gwen, Lynn, Wendy)
    Age:16
    Birthday: November 20th
    Sexuality:Heterosexual
    Status:Single
    Year: Second Year/Sophomore
    Nationality:British
    Major: Dance
    Minor 1: Singing
    Minor 2: Script Work
||How do I look?||
    Played-by: user posted image
    Lily Cole
    General appearance: Gwendolyn isn’t exactly built like a dancer, but more like a model. She’s curvy in the right places, slim, and has long legs. She stands at five feet, ten inches, making her quite a bit taller than the rest of the dancers in her class. Gwendolyn is definitely unique looking. Her face is round, with freckles dusting across her plump cheeks. Her eyes are almost catlike, and she has a sort of upturned nose. She possesses a headful of thick, red hair, that is naturally unruly and curly. On days when she has her dance classes, she normally straightens it, to keep a sleek, professional appearance, but she does prefer to just leave it curly. In the past, she's been described as ethereal.

    When she’s not in a leotard and tights, her style is pretty simple. Whatever is in her closet generally works for her. Anything from jeans and a tee-shirt to a vintage party dress. She does probably like sundresses and skirts the most though, because they show off her gorgeous legs.
||All about me||
    Five words to describe my strengths:
    - Patient
    - Empathetic
    - Determined
    - Creative
    - Passionate
    Five words to describe my weaknesses:
    - Perfectionist
    - Envious
    - Self-Critical
    - A bit obsessive
    - Sensitive
    General personality: Gwendolyn is incredibly passionate about dance, thats no secret. In class, she always tries her hardest, and is always determined to push for just one more inch on her grande battements, or just that little bit of height on a leap. With passion and determination though, comes perfectionism. She isn't happy unless she's the best. She's incredibly self-critical, and often puts herself down for not being good enough. Her hardworking attitude isn't something present just in her dancing, but in her academics as well. She's incredibly good at reading people, and loves to be able to lend a helping hand whenever possible. She gives some pretty good advice. Gwendolyn can be sort of guarded. She doesn't let people in very fast, but once you are in, it means that she really does trust you, and values your opinion.
||The past||
    History: Gwendolyn Abigail Grant was born to Kayleige and Michael Grant in Torquay, England. She was their second child, the elder, being Amelia, who was five when Gwendolyn was born. Though there was a somewhat substantial age difference between the two girls, they always seemed to get a long quite well.

    Gwendolyn actually became involved in dance because of Amelia. When Gwendolyn was five, her sister was accepted into the Royal Ballet School, and she wanted to take dance lessons also. Her parents signed her up, with a smaller, local studio, and it didn't take long before Gwendolyn was completely hooked. She became incredibly passionate about dance, realizing at a very young age that you could really express yourself through dance.

    At age twelve, after much pleading with her parents, they agreed to let her audition for the Royal Ballet School as well. At this point, Gwendolyn was already five feet, five inches. The school did not accept her, because they knew that by the time she was ready to join the company, she would be way too tall, seeing as the average height of their dancers was 5'3" and 5'7". It didn't matter that her technique was superb. She was nothing short of devastated, and quit dancing for just over a year.

    With the encouragement of her family, she began dancing again just in time to audition for Finesse school for the arts. Her older sister, who was a company member with Royal Ballet, coached her everyday after she was done with her classes. She knew that she would be able to study not just dance, but other forms of art too, and hopefully, flourish.
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An empty stage. An empty auditorium. It was a rare scenario, one that Karina knew she should take advantage of. She slowly crept onto the stage from in the wings, a pair of tap shoes in her hand, a large bag swung over her opposite shoulder. She had entered through the stage door, and had been standing quietly in the wings, listening for any sign that she wasn't the only person there. She was.

It's kinda creepy in here. she thought to herself, observing that most of the house lights were off, and really, only the ones on stage shone brightly. Plus the fact that you probably could have heard a pin drop. She sighed, and dropped her tap shoes on the stage with a thud, and followed in suit with her bag, before sitting down herself. She glanced down at her converses, red (her favorite color), and covered in dirt. She then slid the shoes of her feet, not even bothering to untie them, and tossed them to the side.

Her black oxford tap shoes, old, but reliable, were probably her most prized possesions. Besides her piano that she had back home at her parents appartment in the city. She was a very musical person, but the fact that she danced was generally quite surprising to people. She wasn't exactly the most gracefull person you'd ever meet. Hell, she didn't even pretend to be gracefull. Tripping over herself was just part of life. But with tap, things were different. You didn't really have to be all that graceful.

She put her shoes on over her mix-matched socks. She didn't do it purposely of course. She really just didn't care if her socks matched at all. One was orange, and one was lime green. It's not like anyones going to care what socks I'm wearing. she told herself, as she laced up her shoes. Standing up, she pulled her skinny jeans up a little, to keep them from falling down, and pulled her hoodie up over her head, revealing a simple grey tee-shirt. Her hair was in a messy pony tail, but she didn't care. She was simply there to dance.

Her father had taught her just about everything she knew, and as she shuffled, and falaped, and worked on riffs, she always thought about his advice. She she danced, she became so consumed in what she was doing, she didn't realize that she was no longer alone.

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