First Name:
Blair
Middle Name(s):
Lynn
Surname:
Malcolm
Age:
17
Birthday:
April 18
Year:
Junior
Nationality:
British
Major:
Photography
Minor 1:
Acting
Minor 2:
Music (freshman & sophomore years only)
Classes:
- editing
- history
- technique
- project
- voice
- improvisation
Blair Malcolm is a very pretty girl, though you will rarely hear her say that. She has long blonde hair which is naturally curly. Either she enjoys it curly, or she has absolutely no time to do anything else with it, because it is almost always down and in its wavy, twisted state. When she is feeling creative, she may straiten it or something of the sort, but that is rare. Her hair is naturally brunette, and is died blonde, which causes a very pretty mix of the brunette and blonde. Her eyes are a light gray. She likes them well enough, so does nothing to change them, such as colored contacts.
Blair stands at a height of 5' 6'', very average. She weighs around 115 pounds. She tends to stay fit, but only because she enjoys physical activity. Blair enjoys an assortment of clothing, but you can never go wrong with a comfortable pair of jeans and some sort of shirt. That is what she is usually found in, though she will also wear the occasional dress, skirt, jacket, etc. She likes to experiment with styles, though will usually end up going back to her worn & torn blue jeans.
Personality:
Blair is the type of person almost anyone can get along with. She has a nice sense of humor, and loves to have fun. She is very laid-back, and usually comfortable around everyone. True enough, everyone in a while a specific boy might cause her to have some butterflies in her stomach, though with her acting classes she can at least try to hide it. (She is still working on her blushing. Her cheeks blush so easily!)
Blair likes to have fun. She is not one of the ‘party, sex, & booze’ type of person, yet she will join in several sports and loves going to the mall to shop. Of course, she does have an adventurous side. A party now and then is not foreign to her, along with getting drunk. She just doesn’t enjoy doing it excessively such as some people. She absolutely loves soccer, swimming, and riding horses.
Photography is Blair’s passion. She could stay up for hours just to get that ‘perfect shot.’ When you capture a sky full of pinks, purples, and blues all over a darkening landscape, it is hard not to have a passion for this. Ever since she was little and got her first camera Blair has been taking pictures. Her favorite pictures to take are of landscapes, but she also enjoys taking pictures of animals, people, objects, and whatever else would make a beautiful shot.
History:
Blair was born and raised in the countryside surrounding London, England. She was perfect example of a country girl. She learned to ride a horse when she was about seven, and loved it. She could walk into her town and know just about everyone. She liked that life, and was content with it, yet she did not love it. Every time her family took a trip into the city, Blair knew that that was where she would live one day. She loved it.
Blair got a digital camera for her tenth birthday. She took it everywhere with her. She would take a horse out at five thirty in the morning just to get a wonderful shot of the sunrise, then stay out until nine to get a wonderful shot of the sunset. She was in love with that camera, and after a year or two with it, she actually got pretty good.
When Blair reached fourteen, she researched information about Finesse, school of the arts. She saw that they had a photography program and begged her parents to let her go. They finally agreed (with many promises on her side) and Blair was off to her new school. Her first prep year she minored in photography and acting. She thought it would be fun to be able to act a bit. Her freshman year she took music as her second minor. She hated it. Finally, after her sophomore year, she was able to drop it and just stick with her photography and acting. She loves her school as well as her parents for letting her go.
Roleplay Sample:
from: Spawning at Dusk
theme: the Twilight books (vampires//werewolves//humans)
Emmett walked up to the front counter slowly. He eyed the boy who was standing behind the counter, and let a small smile slowly spread across his face. The boy was Mike Newton, son of the owners of this very store. Edward had always hated this boy, mainly because Mike had liked Bella at one point in time. It had always drove Edward crazy, which had in turn given Emmett some extra ways to tick his brother off when he was bored and needed something to do. It usually ended up with himself falling over the back of the couch or being flung across the living room, though it was still quite funny.
The large nineteen year old, or ninty-six year old if you were counting actual ages, flipped out a slick black credit card and handed it to Mike. The boy took the card and slid it through his register, then pushed the box of shoes toward Emmett. He did not smile, say 'have a nice day,' or any of the things a good employee should say to his customers. Emmett couldn't help but to laugh a bit to himself. The kid must still have hard feelings towards Edward, which would relate to Emmett as well, saying they were brothers.
The large beast of a man gave the boy a smile and a nod, and picked up the white bag with the green logo saying 'Newton's Outfitters' on the front with a few mountains behind the words. He twisted the bag around his hand as he headed out of the store. His large hand pressed against the cool glass and pushed it open quickly. As soon as the slight breeze hit Emmett, the large man stopped dead. There was a bitter, discusting, unfamiliar scent in the air. It was the scent of a werewolf.
Emmett took another sniff and quickly marked off any of the werewolves he knew. This scent was unfamiliar and strange. He had never smelled it before. He looked around swiftly, sifting through all the humans that surrounded him. There were just a few, saying the tightly packed clouds overhead were dark, warning the pedestrians that it would rain soon. It did not take Emmett long to find the source of the smell. His golden yellow eyes soon fell onto a muscular man about the same size as himself. His muscles tightened as he looked at the werewolf, wondering if it was going to attack him. It had better know that the bear-like vampire would not go down easily.
"Who are you?" Emmett growled, his voice low and quick. He was standing a good distance from the dog, yet his words would not be audible to anyone further away than a few feet. His golden eyes glared at the thing that stood before him. He would not run. Emmett never ran. He would rather fight to the death than run away. Then again, he would not want to fight in front of these humans. That would put his own family in jeopardy. No, he could not do that. But if this wolf decided to attack, he would have no choice.
