Post by CARMEN ELISE HEMMES on May 1, 2012 4:00:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px; border: 5px solid #9E7E81; padding: 0 10 0 10px;] Carmen Elise Hemmes [/style] [style=width: 394px; background-color: 9E7E81; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; right; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: EFEFD5; text-align:center;]22, rosie huntington-whiteley, tourist personality Many people would call me 'high maintenance'... I disagree. I just don't like being bored. I don't need any kind of man to offer me money. Not in the least. Many men make the mistake of thinking that when they meet me, but the truth of the matter is that I'd much rather have a good looking man at my side who is piss poor but exciting as hell to be with. I'm an independent women. I don't like relying on other people to get what I want, quite truthfully, but I'm also the kind of woman who, given the chance, will treat those around me with the respect and dignity they have earned from me. I've had to fight, tooth and nail, for every ounce of respect that I've managed to garner in the working world and, as it stands, I'll do most anything to hold on to that very reputation. I don't like living my life in the shadows. I'd much rather live it out in the limelight than anything. I suppose that's why I'm known for hosting some of the most extravagant and some of the most talked about parties in vacation spots across the country. My elder brother, Justin, is very much the Party Prince back home, in Australia, but I am very much the Queen of such events right here in the USA. And yes, I do have an older brother, but rather than being the type to be protective of me, he's the type of man who is jealous of me. Not that I blame him, at the heart of it. I'm the baby and I'm far better looking than he. Don't look at me like I'm some kind of monster. If you understood the type of childhood I grew up with, toddling after him in his footsteps, you'd understand exactly why I'm not exactly the most affectionate sister in the world. In terms of likes and dislikes... I like shoe shopping. I can't deny it. It's the one vice that I can't shake. And, let's face it, men might not like the idea of a woman dropping hundreds of dollars on a pair of shoes, but they certainly appreciate the length and shape of our legs from wearing such things. I like dogs. I'm far more of a dog person than any other type of animal at the heart of it. I like hard liquor and partying. Though I'm pretty sure there's no hiding either of those facts. I like living life out loud rather than in a subdued and safe corner. I don't need to be wrapped in bubble wrap, gentlemen. I need the thrill of living and experiencing everything around me. I don't like being coddled. I like honesty. If I ask you a question and you bullshit me, I won't appreciate it. And believe me when I say I will know you're bullshitting me. And yes, I'm quite certain there's no denying the fact that I am a tease, hands down, because I absolutely am one. I'm a natural flirt and it rather just... comes along with the territory. I'm exactly the type of woman to send suggestive text messages to her man at the most inappropriate times just to see how distracted he'll become. Deal with it... appearance I'm fairly tall for a woman, I suppose. I stand at about 5'8" without a pair of heels on, so I'm certainly no slouch when I do wear them. I have long, wavy light brown or dark blonde hair (depending on my mood) and blue eyes. I'd have to say one of my most notable attributes, besides the body God gave me, is my lips. Pouty. Full. Made for a man to appreciate, really. I'm fairly slim, but toned. I'm an active girl, what can I say? My personal style is whatever the hell I feel like wearing. I have days when I'm feeling particularly feminine and days when I simply don't care nearly so much. But the one thing that is a constant for me is the fact that I am almost always wearing some kind of hand-picked, hand-painted or generally exquisite lingerie. Call it a trade mark, if you will. And like I said earlier... my shoe collection is quite unlike any other, really. history You might very easily recognize my last name if you have any knowledge of the hospitality industry. That being said, for those of you who don't, my father is the owner of Merivale Property Management - a company he named after my mother. My mother herself is a former model and actress. Quite the lady. I have one older brother, Justin, who was the pride and joy of my mother and father until little old me came running along. I suspect that his constant need to nag, pick and humiliate likely stems from the fact that I took the limelight away from him as a child. But from what I understand, the child needed his ego knocked down a couple dozen pegs. I grew up about as normally as a little girl in my situation could, really. I attended private schools in Australia (where I was born) and generally spent my life attempting not to anger or irritate my older brother. Admittedly, back then, all I really wanted was for him to get along with me. I didn't understand, in the least, why it was that he hated me so. But, to this day, the best guess that I have is that it all boils down to jealousy. But enough about him for the time being. I was bright in school. My father suspected that I'd grow up to be a surgeon or something of the type. At one point he thought that being a lawyer was somewhere on the list for my argumentative values, but that wasn't where my interest lie. I enjoy the hospitality industry. I'm a people person. I know what people want and I deliver. I have innovative ideas and ways of producing them that no one has ever seen before. Well, before my father retired and handed off his business to my brother, he established an entirely separate branch of a hospitality chain that extended into the United States. I was told that it was entirely my decision, but the legacy of Merivale in the USA could be placed solely in my hands if I wanted to take the chance. Of course, the chance meant that I could either crash and burn, or I could turn it into a massive success with a little willpower and the drive to make it on my own. I had the drive in spades. By that time, I wanted nothing more than to prove to my father and brother that I could make it on my own. My brother, naturally, was furious when I was made the offer by our father. And though the marks through his anger have long since faded from my face from the beating I'd received in his anger, the scars still remain internally. Justin is the one man in the world that I truly fear. But I refuse to let him know it. Blessedly, he's on the other side of the world and I sincerely hope he remains there. I packed everything up almost immediately after that particular fight and left in the middle of the night before my father had the chance to see what my brother had done. He would have disinherited him and, truthfully, I had no desire to see the family torn apart, regardless of the circumstances. I could have been a vindictive bitch, but I chose not to. So what is it that I'm doing here in Myrtle Beach exactly? Well... I've bought up an expanse of beachfront property where the newest branch of Merivale will be opening up sometime this summer. The building is all built, but the final touches are being made. In addition to that my boyfriend's family happens to live in the immediate area. I've been invited to spend time with them in their home here. David's a lovely man... don't get me wrong... he's genuine and sweet and treats me well but... there's something entirely lacking from our relationship. I can only hope that we find it soon... or I'm afraid I'm only going to wind up breaking his heart. Hello, my name is MEL and I am 23 years old. I have been RPing for 10+ years and this is my 4TH character. If you need to contact me, feel free to do so via AIM and my account name is MELIMUS.PRIME. [/style] |
