Post by orli on Jul 8, 2009 23:09:19 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… NatalieElizabethMoore !
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
Not in the figure that she carries,
Not in the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
- Audrey Hepburn
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Natalie Elizabeth Moore
Nicknames: Nat, Natie, Natie-pie
Age: 17
Gender: Female, obviously.
Where you stand?: Best Friend of the Floaters
Play by:Emmy Rossum
Nicknames: Nat, Natie, Natie-pie
Age: 17
Gender: Female, obviously.
Where you stand?: Best Friend of the Floaters
Play by:Emmy Rossum
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance: Natalie has what most people would call a ‘girlish’ face. Large, doe-like eyes stand out stark against the porcelain complexion of her fair skin. Slightly angled brows sloped gently toward her temples; her cheeks are naturally pink and round; her lips are full, with the perpetual hint of a smile lingering in the corners. When she did smile, it was with her whole heart. Her grin was wide, showing well-formed and white teeth, and her eyes would crinkle and sparkle with mirth. In a word, it was genuine. And natural. So much so that Natalie hardly ever wore much makeup. Her daily routine was to apply a little eyeliner, some mascara and her 'victory red' lipstick. She loved the way the subtle coloring around her eyes paired with the vibrant red on her lips against the paleness of her skin. And, honestly, anything more she felt was unnecessary for an ordinary school day.
Standing at a mere five feet three inches tall, Natalie is definitely not one to stand out in a crowd. More often than not, she gets lost in them. When she was younger, Natalie definitely wished she would grow another couple of inches – but as she put on a few inches around other parts of her slim body, she decided she could live with being short if it meant a proportionate womanly figure. Which was part of why she absolutely adored the fashions that were emerging now that the world was seeming to digress - the women's fashions were becoming more ladylike and full of lace, and other finery. It made for an extremely feminine figure, and Natalie was not one to complain.
Her voice was often referred to as a ‘radio voice’ by her family and elementary teachers. With the slight accent and a penchant for the word "y'all", the remnants of her life in the American state, Tennessee, and her middle of the road range, Natie's voice was definitely not abrasive to the ears. Since coming to live in England, Natalie had been asked many times, some of them by complete strangers, to just talk.
Personality: Natalie Elizabeth Moore grew up in the heart of the Southern United States, a land brimming with milk and honey, if the Biblical terms are what you would like most to hear. To be honest, though, while milk and honey were by no means hard to find, they were not the items, tangible or not, that came to mind whenever the South was mentioned. Instead, the words ‘Southern Hospitality’ were almost always at the forefront of a person’s mind whenever the Confederacy was mentioned. With good reason, you know.
From the day a child is born, the parents drill the concept of manners and common courtesy into her head. Natalie’s parents were no different. As soon as she was old enough to talk, her parents told her to say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you,’ ‘Yes, sir; no, sir; yes, ma’am; and no, ma’am.’ If she forgot, she would be scolded or even spanked. Her parents were especially strict when she addressed her grandparents. If she was asked a question, and answered with anything other than ‘Sir?’ or ‘Ma’am?’ (a yes or no prefacing where it should), her father would correct her until she spoke the words herself. And if she proved to be having a moment of stubbornness, he would take her and punish her for disrespecting her elders. For you see, respect for the elders was a key element of this legendary ‘Southern Hospitality.’
So Natalie grew into quite the respectful, polite child. She would always address her superiors and elders by the correct title, and she would always ask permission before taking or borrowing anything, even food. She would hold doors open, allow people to go before her if they seemed to be in a rush, carry on conversations with complete strangers. If she recognized you, she wouldn’t dream of walking past you in the hallway without a smile and a ‘Hey!’ or ‘How are you?’
But her polite and easy-going self is only a part of her true personality. Underneath the carefree surface lies a darker Natalie. A Natalie with many issues – mainly with her own self-esteem, and with asserting herself. Richard, Natalie’s father, is a man who dislikes being wrong, almost as much as he dislikes having a daughter he does not fully understand. Ever since Natalie was little, she had her own way of doing things. And that was great – until her grades were not up to par with her father’s expectations of her. He assumed that Natalie was not studying properly, or that there was some other easily remedied problem. His first reaction was to let his anger get the better of him, and yell at his daughter for not thinking things through, which never failed to make her cry. Natalie loved her father, prickly and grouchy though he could be, and to have him yell at and insult her was almost as bad as if he had actually hit her. It was a huge blow. But then he would become angrier with her, seeing her tears and being unable to get real answers or apologies out of the girl. And it is from this verbal abuse that her indecisiveness springs. She hates to make decisions for fear of rejection or ridicule. And this also contributed to her problems with asserting herself – with her father, she could never say anything in her own defense. If she did, Richard would cut her off and grow even more furious. All he wanted to hear from her during an argument were the answers he was looking for, not the true answers.
What he never realized was that his treatment of her when she did something he did not approve of, made her clam up. It made her feel terrible and worthless. Therein lies the biggest injustice any parent can commit against their children – no child should ever feel that they are not worth anything in their parent’s eyes. But Natalie did. And still does, even to this day. Thus, she hardly ever feels that she is worth anyone’s time; she is amazed that she has friends that love her so dearly. And that is why she is so fiercely loyal to those friends. She treasures her friendships because she knows what it is to be worthless in the eyes of the ones she loves.
And speaking of the people she loves, Natalie is a terrible flirt. She is constantly flirting with the cute boys roaming the school corridors. But it is more of a curse than it sounds. With a verbally abusive father, and no brothers to show and teach her how to properly befriend boys, Natalie grew up rather sheltered. She has very little idea of how a platonic relationship between members of opposing genders work.
Her closest guess for why she even befriended the few boys she has in the first place was her sense of humor. Her father and his brothers all have similar tastes in jokes and pranks – a trait inherited from their father, Natalie had heard. Richard and his three brothers were easy-going and hardly ever took themselves seriously. They could poke fun at each other, and offend no one. So it only made sense that their children would grow up with certain aspects of this style of humor. For instance, Natalie’s uncle Lee was the crazy, over-the-top comedian. He was the relative who would say, “What’s that over there?!” at dinner, point the opposite direction, and poke his finger in either your drink or your mashed potatoes while you weren’t looking. His favorite joke goes something like this:
”What did the farmer say when he saw the cows coming over the hill?”
I don’t know. What’d he say?
”Here come the cows!”
So it was no small wonder that Natalie’s favorite style of humor generally fell along the lines of stupid jokes (such as the above example, or the even less tasteful Helen Keller jokes) or sarcastic remarks. But unlike her family, sometimes, Natalie knew when to stop and when it turned from the amusing to the hurtful. And she always tried to refrain from being intentionally hurtful. Unless of course they deserved it. Then, and only then, would she make an exception.
So there you have it. Natalie Elizabeth Moore and the people and events that have shaped her personality. And those people who are fortunate enough to call Natalie a friend couldn’t want anything more. She’s smart, lovable, funny, spontaneous, and fiercely loyal. It takes some thing cosmic to make Natalie truly angry, or to make her drop a friendship. Whatever you do, do NOT mess with Natalie’s buds. You WILL regret it.
Likes:
Hanging out with her friends
Sweet tea
BOYS
Animals
Reading by a fireplace (or fireplaces in general)
Red meat
Coffee
Being outside on a summer night. Preferably beside a body of water.
Horseback riding.
Drawing horses
Singing
Fruit
Chocolate
Hugs
Kisses. Or both =)
Tiramisu
Dressing up
Audrey Hepburn. She is the epitome of style, beauty, grace and class.
Dislikes:
People who are cruel to animals
Raw carrots
Being wrong, or being told she is wrong when she knows she's right
Having to stay up all night because she procrastinated
Unintelligent people
Her nose and flat feet
Boredom
Egotistical people
When people snap at her for trying to help them
Being cold
Snow
Dreams: To fall deeply, madly, passionately in love - and not have it fizzle out, or be torn asunder.
Fears:
Spiders.
Heights and falling.
Cockroaches.
Death.
Living without love.
Standing at a mere five feet three inches tall, Natalie is definitely not one to stand out in a crowd. More often than not, she gets lost in them. When she was younger, Natalie definitely wished she would grow another couple of inches – but as she put on a few inches around other parts of her slim body, she decided she could live with being short if it meant a proportionate womanly figure. Which was part of why she absolutely adored the fashions that were emerging now that the world was seeming to digress - the women's fashions were becoming more ladylike and full of lace, and other finery. It made for an extremely feminine figure, and Natalie was not one to complain.
Her voice was often referred to as a ‘radio voice’ by her family and elementary teachers. With the slight accent and a penchant for the word "y'all", the remnants of her life in the American state, Tennessee, and her middle of the road range, Natie's voice was definitely not abrasive to the ears. Since coming to live in England, Natalie had been asked many times, some of them by complete strangers, to just talk.
Personality: Natalie Elizabeth Moore grew up in the heart of the Southern United States, a land brimming with milk and honey, if the Biblical terms are what you would like most to hear. To be honest, though, while milk and honey were by no means hard to find, they were not the items, tangible or not, that came to mind whenever the South was mentioned. Instead, the words ‘Southern Hospitality’ were almost always at the forefront of a person’s mind whenever the Confederacy was mentioned. With good reason, you know.
From the day a child is born, the parents drill the concept of manners and common courtesy into her head. Natalie’s parents were no different. As soon as she was old enough to talk, her parents told her to say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you,’ ‘Yes, sir; no, sir; yes, ma’am; and no, ma’am.’ If she forgot, she would be scolded or even spanked. Her parents were especially strict when she addressed her grandparents. If she was asked a question, and answered with anything other than ‘Sir?’ or ‘Ma’am?’ (a yes or no prefacing where it should), her father would correct her until she spoke the words herself. And if she proved to be having a moment of stubbornness, he would take her and punish her for disrespecting her elders. For you see, respect for the elders was a key element of this legendary ‘Southern Hospitality.’
So Natalie grew into quite the respectful, polite child. She would always address her superiors and elders by the correct title, and she would always ask permission before taking or borrowing anything, even food. She would hold doors open, allow people to go before her if they seemed to be in a rush, carry on conversations with complete strangers. If she recognized you, she wouldn’t dream of walking past you in the hallway without a smile and a ‘Hey!’ or ‘How are you?’
But her polite and easy-going self is only a part of her true personality. Underneath the carefree surface lies a darker Natalie. A Natalie with many issues – mainly with her own self-esteem, and with asserting herself. Richard, Natalie’s father, is a man who dislikes being wrong, almost as much as he dislikes having a daughter he does not fully understand. Ever since Natalie was little, she had her own way of doing things. And that was great – until her grades were not up to par with her father’s expectations of her. He assumed that Natalie was not studying properly, or that there was some other easily remedied problem. His first reaction was to let his anger get the better of him, and yell at his daughter for not thinking things through, which never failed to make her cry. Natalie loved her father, prickly and grouchy though he could be, and to have him yell at and insult her was almost as bad as if he had actually hit her. It was a huge blow. But then he would become angrier with her, seeing her tears and being unable to get real answers or apologies out of the girl. And it is from this verbal abuse that her indecisiveness springs. She hates to make decisions for fear of rejection or ridicule. And this also contributed to her problems with asserting herself – with her father, she could never say anything in her own defense. If she did, Richard would cut her off and grow even more furious. All he wanted to hear from her during an argument were the answers he was looking for, not the true answers.
What he never realized was that his treatment of her when she did something he did not approve of, made her clam up. It made her feel terrible and worthless. Therein lies the biggest injustice any parent can commit against their children – no child should ever feel that they are not worth anything in their parent’s eyes. But Natalie did. And still does, even to this day. Thus, she hardly ever feels that she is worth anyone’s time; she is amazed that she has friends that love her so dearly. And that is why she is so fiercely loyal to those friends. She treasures her friendships because she knows what it is to be worthless in the eyes of the ones she loves.
And speaking of the people she loves, Natalie is a terrible flirt. She is constantly flirting with the cute boys roaming the school corridors. But it is more of a curse than it sounds. With a verbally abusive father, and no brothers to show and teach her how to properly befriend boys, Natalie grew up rather sheltered. She has very little idea of how a platonic relationship between members of opposing genders work.
Her closest guess for why she even befriended the few boys she has in the first place was her sense of humor. Her father and his brothers all have similar tastes in jokes and pranks – a trait inherited from their father, Natalie had heard. Richard and his three brothers were easy-going and hardly ever took themselves seriously. They could poke fun at each other, and offend no one. So it only made sense that their children would grow up with certain aspects of this style of humor. For instance, Natalie’s uncle Lee was the crazy, over-the-top comedian. He was the relative who would say, “What’s that over there?!” at dinner, point the opposite direction, and poke his finger in either your drink or your mashed potatoes while you weren’t looking. His favorite joke goes something like this:
”What did the farmer say when he saw the cows coming over the hill?”
I don’t know. What’d he say?
”Here come the cows!”
So it was no small wonder that Natalie’s favorite style of humor generally fell along the lines of stupid jokes (such as the above example, or the even less tasteful Helen Keller jokes) or sarcastic remarks. But unlike her family, sometimes, Natalie knew when to stop and when it turned from the amusing to the hurtful. And she always tried to refrain from being intentionally hurtful. Unless of course they deserved it. Then, and only then, would she make an exception.
So there you have it. Natalie Elizabeth Moore and the people and events that have shaped her personality. And those people who are fortunate enough to call Natalie a friend couldn’t want anything more. She’s smart, lovable, funny, spontaneous, and fiercely loyal. It takes some thing cosmic to make Natalie truly angry, or to make her drop a friendship. Whatever you do, do NOT mess with Natalie’s buds. You WILL regret it.
Likes:
Hanging out with her friends
Sweet tea
BOYS
Animals
Reading by a fireplace (or fireplaces in general)
Red meat
Coffee
Being outside on a summer night. Preferably beside a body of water.
Horseback riding.
Drawing horses
Singing
Fruit
Chocolate
Hugs
Kisses. Or both =)
Tiramisu
Dressing up
Audrey Hepburn. She is the epitome of style, beauty, grace and class.
Dislikes:
People who are cruel to animals
Raw carrots
Being wrong, or being told she is wrong when she knows she's right
Having to stay up all night because she procrastinated
Unintelligent people
Her nose and flat feet
Boredom
Egotistical people
When people snap at her for trying to help them
Being cold
Snow
Dreams: To fall deeply, madly, passionately in love - and not have it fizzle out, or be torn asunder.
Fears:
Spiders.
Heights and falling.
Cockroaches.
Death.
Living without love.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History: Natalie was born early on a Sunday morning, after putting her mother through a hell of labor. The girl was already a week late when she decided that she would like to enter this world, and her mother strained for almost two days trying to deliver her. Finally the doctors had to make a decision – natural birth was now impossible for Pamela and so a C-Section was imperative to save the health of both mother and infant. And so Natalie Elizabeth Moore was born on July 2nd, eight pounds of joy and happiness.
The little family of three was a happy trio for the first two years. Natalie grew into an adorable, blonde angel with a particular love of animals and a compassionate heart. While many other girls adored dolls, Natalie adored her stuffed animals. She would play with her animals for hours on end without stopping. But that's just the sort of child Natalie was: she was nearly perfect as a toddler. She was quiet, well-behaved and happy. She hardly ever threw fits or ran off, getting her nose into trouble. Her aunt once sat her down with a coloring book and a box of crayons, then went upstairs to work on her sewing - it was nearly two hours before she remembered about Natalie - so, panicked, she rushed back to the first floor of her house. There was Natalie, exactly as she had left her. Most other toddlers would have found some way to seriously injure themselves, or a way to burn the house down.
But the blissful life of a spoiled only child was not to be hers. January 31st, two and a half years later: the worst day of Natalie’s short life, the day her sister Emily was born.
Most children beg their parents to ‘let them have’ a baby brother or a baby sister. However, Natalie was not one of those kids. She enjoyed her life being the only child, and the first girl grandchild on her father’s side (she had a female cousin on her mom’s side who was 18 years older). There are even pictures from that day in which Natalie is seen sobbing furiously, refusing to let her grandmothers comfort her. What she got that day was the last thing in the world that she wanted - someone to steal the limelight from her.
Considering the girl that Natalie grew into, who claims to dislike being the center of attention, her reaction to having her family's attention stolen was quite ironic.
And so the two girls grew up as little girls do – they fought, they argued, they pinched and pulled hair, and they rarely got along. Each girl had inherited their father’s temper and their mother’s intolerance for irritation, and that meant that a good portion of their childhood was spent detesting the other.
Emily was the manipulator - she would always do something to her older sister when their parents were either not looking, or not in the room. And of course, if Natalie retaliated - which, of course, she did - she was the one to get into trouble. Natalie remembered throwing her hairbrush at her sister on multiple occasions.
It seemed that the further apart the two girls were, the closer they became as the years went on. They wrote to each other religiously, and spent much of the holidays together. Now, at ages fourteen and seventeen, the girls are as close as ever.
But another reason they grew so close was their parent’s divorce. When Natalie was just seven, and her sister five, Richard and Pamela split, then divorced. Pamela was awarded custody of her daughters and was forced to move into a smaller house, since she could no longer afford their home by herself. Richard was allowed his visitations – days that the girls would spend with him.
It was not so much the split itself that brought the girls together, as it was their father’s marriage to the woman with whom he had cheated on their mother. She was no stranger to Natalie and Emily – she was a frequent visitor to their father’s house after the divorce, and her sons were their playmates when they were young. But after Richard and Lisa married, suddenly the girls had a common enemy.
Now though, the girls are comfortable with Lisa and her family being a part of their lives. And while Emily and Lisa still butt heads occasionally, Natalie and her step-mom actually get on rather well. I suppose it helps that Natalie only spends a portion of her year living with her father and stepmother, who live in London.
Once her parents split, Natalie's mom moved back to her hometown of Memphis, Tennessee. Her mother lived there, and she wanted her girls to grow up knowing their grandmother - Beautone was in her 70's and too old to keep traveling to England to see her family. So the girls lived in the United States for years, only going to see their father over major holidays. At least, that was until Natalie went into school. Then it was decided that Natalie would go live with her father in London, seeing as that was where the school was located.
But it was not goodbye - Natalie spent her holidays alternating between Memphis and London, so she could spend equal amounts of time with both her families.
Family:
Pamela Moore, 46
Richard Moore, 46
Lisa Lovelace Moore, 46
Emily Moore, 14
Jesse Lovelace, 21
Corbitt Lovelace, 18
Tucker Lovelace, 13
Three dogs and a cat - Pepper, Bear, Buddy and Duchess
Anything you'd like to add? Woo
The little family of three was a happy trio for the first two years. Natalie grew into an adorable, blonde angel with a particular love of animals and a compassionate heart. While many other girls adored dolls, Natalie adored her stuffed animals. She would play with her animals for hours on end without stopping. But that's just the sort of child Natalie was: she was nearly perfect as a toddler. She was quiet, well-behaved and happy. She hardly ever threw fits or ran off, getting her nose into trouble. Her aunt once sat her down with a coloring book and a box of crayons, then went upstairs to work on her sewing - it was nearly two hours before she remembered about Natalie - so, panicked, she rushed back to the first floor of her house. There was Natalie, exactly as she had left her. Most other toddlers would have found some way to seriously injure themselves, or a way to burn the house down.
But the blissful life of a spoiled only child was not to be hers. January 31st, two and a half years later: the worst day of Natalie’s short life, the day her sister Emily was born.
Most children beg their parents to ‘let them have’ a baby brother or a baby sister. However, Natalie was not one of those kids. She enjoyed her life being the only child, and the first girl grandchild on her father’s side (she had a female cousin on her mom’s side who was 18 years older). There are even pictures from that day in which Natalie is seen sobbing furiously, refusing to let her grandmothers comfort her. What she got that day was the last thing in the world that she wanted - someone to steal the limelight from her.
Considering the girl that Natalie grew into, who claims to dislike being the center of attention, her reaction to having her family's attention stolen was quite ironic.
And so the two girls grew up as little girls do – they fought, they argued, they pinched and pulled hair, and they rarely got along. Each girl had inherited their father’s temper and their mother’s intolerance for irritation, and that meant that a good portion of their childhood was spent detesting the other.
Emily was the manipulator - she would always do something to her older sister when their parents were either not looking, or not in the room. And of course, if Natalie retaliated - which, of course, she did - she was the one to get into trouble. Natalie remembered throwing her hairbrush at her sister on multiple occasions.
It seemed that the further apart the two girls were, the closer they became as the years went on. They wrote to each other religiously, and spent much of the holidays together. Now, at ages fourteen and seventeen, the girls are as close as ever.
But another reason they grew so close was their parent’s divorce. When Natalie was just seven, and her sister five, Richard and Pamela split, then divorced. Pamela was awarded custody of her daughters and was forced to move into a smaller house, since she could no longer afford their home by herself. Richard was allowed his visitations – days that the girls would spend with him.
It was not so much the split itself that brought the girls together, as it was their father’s marriage to the woman with whom he had cheated on their mother. She was no stranger to Natalie and Emily – she was a frequent visitor to their father’s house after the divorce, and her sons were their playmates when they were young. But after Richard and Lisa married, suddenly the girls had a common enemy.
Now though, the girls are comfortable with Lisa and her family being a part of their lives. And while Emily and Lisa still butt heads occasionally, Natalie and her step-mom actually get on rather well. I suppose it helps that Natalie only spends a portion of her year living with her father and stepmother, who live in London.
Once her parents split, Natalie's mom moved back to her hometown of Memphis, Tennessee. Her mother lived there, and she wanted her girls to grow up knowing their grandmother - Beautone was in her 70's and too old to keep traveling to England to see her family. So the girls lived in the United States for years, only going to see their father over major holidays. At least, that was until Natalie went into school. Then it was decided that Natalie would go live with her father in London, seeing as that was where the school was located.
But it was not goodbye - Natalie spent her holidays alternating between Memphis and London, so she could spend equal amounts of time with both her families.
Family:
Pamela Moore, 46
Richard Moore, 46
Lisa Lovelace Moore, 46
Emily Moore, 14
Jesse Lovelace, 21
Corbitt Lovelace, 18
Tucker Lovelace, 13
Three dogs and a cat - Pepper, Bear, Buddy and Duchess
Anything you'd like to add? Woo
Hope you guess my name...
Your name:Orli
Parent of which characters: Nobody yet
Parent of which characters: Nobody yet
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
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