Post by violet bree marshall on Dec 3, 2008 22:02:01 GMT -5
►►VIOLET BREE MARSHALL
► The Basics
Nicknames: Vi, V
Age: 19
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing Style: Violet can be said to dress in a preppy way, for being in a band compared to Paramore. She can occasionally be seen in skirts and dresses, much to the rest of the band's annoyance. She tries to keep it balanced, though. She doesn't want to look like a Spice Girl, but can't stand wearing anything she isn't comfortable in.
Piercings: N/A
Member of what Band: Been There, Done That
Instrument/Position: Lead guitar/Backup vocals
PlayBy: Taylor Swift
Description: Violet stands at a height she considers average. She has a slender, but slightly curvy build. Golden blonde curls frame a glowing complexion and bright blue eyes. She wears her hair either loose or in a messy bun, depending on the weather and circumstances. She doesn't straighten it often, considering she likes the texture of her hair just fine.
Concerning her clothing style, Violet can be considered laid-back and preppy. She is normally seen in tank tops and jeans. She's fond of headbands and ties, but finds it hard to wear them with anything. The one piece she can always be found wearing is her grandmother's gold locket.
► More Detailed
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Violet is afraid of never falling in love, becoming forgotten even after she's tried so hard to be someone important, and getting her hear broken.
Ambitions:
Violet wants her parents to accept her for who she is, and wants Been There, Done That to be placed up there with The Beatles.
Biggest Secret: Sometimes, she feels really left out by everyone else in the band. At times, she wonders what it would be like to be a solo artist, but knows that if she left the band, she'd let Holi down.
Personality: Violet is your typical level-headed sweetheart. She aims to please all, which sometimes works against her. She tries to think well of everyone, even if the reports on their conduct aren't as favorable of Violet's opinion of them. However, once you have really screwed up and proved yourself to be a total pain in the ass, Vi will reluctantly have to blacklist you forever, or until you do something very angelic to atone for your stupidity.
She is very aware of who she is, and who she wants to be. This is one reason why she refuses to leave behind her girly, preppy style. After everything that's happened with her parents, she feels she really has nothing left but her friends and who she is. Thus, she tries really hard to preserve her individuality, both in her music and appearance.
Violet happens to be the voice of reason within her band. She tries very hard to keep everyone out of trouble, or out of publicly humiliating themselves. Of course, this could probably be said to be the manager's job, but Violet likes thinking she's saving the band from nasty PR messes.
Despite her ability to be very conscious of herself, Vi is easily persuaded into things, especially by Holi. Sometimes, she'll put her foot down and say she refuses to take part in a certain activity, say, hitting a bar before a gig. She will usually keep her stubborn attitude for about half an hour. Eventually, though, and with enough persuasion and motive, she will give in, which happens most of the time.
Finally, Vi is a very hopeless romantic. The songs she writes herself happen to seem like they're taken off some teenage girl's diary (probably because they are). She dreams of finding that ever-cliched "soulmate". She gives off the appearance of thinking the notion of one is foolish, but those who know her better can tell that's a bunch of BS. If Violet can't become a music legend, she'll be fine with settling down and having a family.
► Background
Family Members:
William Marshall - Father - Age 45;;reverend
Mary-Sue Marshall - Mother - Age 40;;housewife
Clarissa O'Connell - Aunt - Age 34;;painter
Family History:
Violet Bree Marshall was born the only daughter of a conservative Wisconsin family. William was a reverend at their church, just as his father had been. His wife, Mary-Sue, opted to take the grand mantle of O'Connell homemakers, and attended to Violet and house chores.
Coming from a musical family, it was no wonder that little Violet found a love for music at an early age. Her father taught her how to play the guitar, and her mother insisted she learn to play the piano as well. Vi found the latter instrument quite interesting and nice-sounding, but her love for the former allowed no room for her to become exceptional at the piano.
Aside from her guitar lessons with her father, young Miss Marshall did her best to excel in school, always trying to be the best in her class, even when all she had to do was color nice little farm animals and take naps. Violet's favorite classes were math and science, which her parents thought was a pleasant, if not drastic, contrast to her love for music.
With her middle school years came Caprice Holiday Thomas, a girl a year older than herself. Holi was the polar opposite of Violet. She was headstrong, sure, and demanding. It seemed like whenever Violet couldn't fend for herself, Holi was always there to punch out whoever was giving her a hard time. The two became the unlikeliest of friends. Violet never really thought they'd mesh well, what with them being so different, but their love for music seemed to have predetermined that they stick together, and the blue-eyed blonde had no complaints about this.
During Violet's junior year in High School, Holi and her then-boyfriend came up with the idea of a forming a band. The former was wary about doing such at first, for she thought it would just upset her conservative, homely parents. When asked for his consent, William Marshall put his foot down. Being in some rock band was not the place of a proper Christian girl.
But Holi knew just what points to make, so, in defiance to her parents, Violet agreed to join the band, and took up her guitar once again, being the band's backup vocalist.
In a small town, though, it's insufferably hard to keep secrets; so William and Mary-Sue soon knew what their daughter was really up to. Consequently, many lectures and reproofs followed, along with promises of disowning her.
During this time, the band, as well as Clarissa, Mary-Sue's sister, proved to be very helpful. They encouraged her to just say "C'est la Vie" to her parents' threats. And so, Violet, in kinder words than the ones to be mentioned, said "fuck it" to all her parents' excuses and rules.
It really was hard for her, for her disposition was not that of a rebellious and defiant young girl. She was used to doing as she was told without complaining, as long as it was within her values. But her parents were really starting to piss her off. It was as if they had forgotten what it was like to be young. Her father had been a dreamer, she was sure of it. He had wanted to be some sort of American, souther John Lennon. Her mother had wanted to be a white Etta James.
And now, where were their memories of dreams of grandeur and fame? They just seemed to have disappeared; vanished in thin air. But not Violet. She had too many people counting on her to give up the band. Which was why she gladly seized the opportunity that was the Enslaved Affiliate Tour. This was her chance to shine, to prove her parents wrong, to show them that if they hadn't given up and done as they were told, they could have been great; legends even. Daddy could have been John Lennon, and Mom could have been Etta James. If only they had learned to be more like Violet; if only they had counted with the support of friends like the ones their daughter had in Been There, Done That...
Band History: Upon running away from her parents' dysfunctional home and moving in with her then-boyfriend, he and Holi came up with the wonderful idea of forming a band. He was a drummer, she was a singer, so it all came naturally. Violet was one of the first people Holi recruited, much to the blonde's satisfaction. Vi had been playing the guitar since she was five, and had been singing since she could speak. The idea quickly appealed to her, and it was also so for the other person who joined the band.
Things were amazing for a while, really. The locals loved the band, and everyone in it was very much content. But then Holi's boyfriend started being a total douche. Of course, he had been trying very hard to get them a record deal, but not before sleeping with said-record company's little sluts. Holi dumped him and moved out. Violet was absolutely infuriated; firstly, because Holi was like a sister to her, and it was a universally-acknowledged fact that you couldn't screw with Thomas without screwing with Marshall was well. Secondly, Violet was apprehensive about what would happen with Been There, Done That.
Things seemed to be going so well before the whole conflict, and now, it was really all up to Holi and her son of a bitch ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, he knew what was good for him, and left the band. He was soon replaced (thank heavens!), and so the band was once again with drummer.
Contrary to Violet's fears, the band gained higher momentum than what she had first assumed upon the ex-boyfriend's removal. The band was signed faster than she could have said "Hasta la vista". Now, they're touring at the Enslaved Affiliate with four other bands and one solo act, hoping that their fame will rise even further.
► Extra Information
Extra Details: Nothing I can think of...[/size]
Rules Word:Coldplay
RP Example:Nov 6, 2008 18:15:02 GMT -5 @serendipity16 said:
outfit
Let's make this our story.
Let's live in the glory.
Time, it fades away,
Precious as a song.
Cause someday we'll be gone
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Apparently, Chyler was a having a rough time telling her story, because she paused after every couple of words. She even had to urge Chy on a couple of times. She had to admit, it was one heck of an interesting story. Who knew little Chyler Steele would have the hots for the guy her best friend was pining over? Della chuckled quietly as she chewed on this piece of information, along with her chips.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote]
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she started, pointing at Chyler with a potato chip. "For some odd reason I don't want to know about, you were splashing around like a poor kitten in the lake. Enter prince charming. He saves you, and you, presumably, make a total loser out of yourself in front of him. Sounds like a typical boy-meets-girl story, except for the fact that said white knight is the boy your best friend is completely googly about." Della pauses to chuckle at this again. "Who needs soap operas when you have life? You get plenty of twisted drama without blowing up your electricity bill. Not that we pay the electricity bill anyway. Not yet, at least."
Della knew Chyler probably wanted to maul her with a pillow right about now. She had asked for advice, not a lecture summarizing her obvious predicament, side-notes and all. It was just such a priceless story! Dells hadn't even gotten herself into a stint like that! Well, now that she was done basking in such an odd story, Della decided to do what she had agreed to do. She would offer her ever-needed advice. If she could think of something...
Dammit, alright. Think of something to say, she thought to herself. What would she do if she were Chyler? No, Della wasn't anywhere near being Chyler, which meant she couldn't give Della Advice. She had to step into Chyler's geeky shoes and think of something from there.
"Alright, so, telling your friend is so completely out of the question," she started. "Anyone who says honesty is the best policy must have shit coming out from their openings. If you tell her, she'll throw a bitch fit." This much Della knew. They were girls, for God's sake! Their first instinct was to throw bitch fits when they felt threatened. That, or, cry. But in this case, both things were bad.
"What you need to realize first and foremost is that if this guy just happens to pay more attention to you than your friend, it isn't your fault. It just means you're more adorable than said friend. Got it? Because you honestly just asked me to help you get the guy, and you can't do that if you're gonna be all 'concerned' about what your friend will think every two seconds. If she really is your friend, she won't let a guy come between you. She'll be happy for you. A little pissed at first, sure, but she'll get over it; if she's a good friend. See, there's this... innate Best Friend Rule Book. Rule Number One is, and will always be: hoes over bro's. So if she's gonna be a little bitch cause you're pursuing your own happiness, then she isn't worth a goldfish's breath."
Ah, the harsh realities of the Friendship Rule Book. This was exactly why Della didn't have many girlfriends. Most girls spurned the book! But enough about her. She needed to get Chyler to see that she needed to get her hands dirty sometime in life. If she wanted to catch this guy's attention, she needed to show an inkling of self-confidence. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the prospect of friend troubles. She had to pick one: the girl or the guy. And if the girl really cared, she wouldn't mind if Chyler picked the guy. Right...? Or was this just another exhibit of how twisted Della's conscience had become over the years?
