Post by friday white bouvet ?! on Apr 27, 2009 18:33:45 GMT -5
friday bouvet.
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FRIDAY BOUVET.[/font][/blockquote]
NICKNAMES.
boo :D
AGE.
sixteen.
DATE OF BIRTH.
august twelfth.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
straight but confused.
MEMBER GROUP.
munchhausen's
CANON OR ORIGNAL.
original babyy !
"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT.[/font][/blockquote]
WEIGHT.
around 140.
BODY TYPE.
short-- only around five one, however not naturally skinny. she's got to work out a few times a week.
HAIR COLOR.
light blonde.
EYE COLOR.
strikingly blue.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES.
friday's lips are unusually plump, and she has a few dimples. her eyes are pretty much the first thing you notice.
PLAY BY.
zoe kimball.
"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."
LIKES.[/font][/blockquote]
* elderly people
* attention
* laughter
* attention
* smiling
* puppies, cats.. basically all household pets
* peanut butter
* ipods
* friends
* talking on the phone
* attention
* hugs
* thunderstorms
* rain
* winter
* did i mention attention ?
DISLIKES.
* younger siblings
* being ignored
* being insulted
* when things go wrong
* extremely warm weather
* heavy objects
* other people who try for attention too hard
* tattoos
* obnoxiously revealing clothes
* bugs and bugbites
* public toilets
STRENGTHS.
* friday's pretty outgoing.
* she gets along with most people.
* gasp. ATTENTION !
WEAKNESSES.
* being ignored or feeling unloved/unwanted.
* when she can't figure something out or fails at something, she becomes extremely frustrated.
* she's kind of a hypocrite.
HABITS/QUIRKS.
* friday loves eating peanut butter plain, straight out of the jar.
* she's almost always chewing on something.
* she can't stand still for over a half an hour.
* sometimes she gets up in the middle of the night and walks around.
* she ALWAYS gets pissed off at people for obviously fighting for attention, even though she does it ALL the time herself.
FEARS.
* choking to death
* becoming fat
* losing her parents' affection forever
SECRETS.
* girls are beginning to become almost as attractive as boys.
* 95% of all 'illnesses' and 'injuries' she's had throughout her life have been faked.
FULL PERSONALITY.
Friday is very outgoing. She's easy to make friends with, and tries to relate to everyone. She's a loyal friend, and loves having many of them, however, she finds it hard to share her friends, as that would mean splitting their attention with someone else, though she will NEVER let anyone know that. She refuses to admit that she's faking her illnesses and problems and whatnot. Friday loves playing pranks on others. It's not hard to make her laugh and smile. If the joke's on her, it's a different story. It's not easy to make her blush, but she's always been one for drama. Especially the kind that makes her look like the bigger or better person.
Although she's not brilliant, Friday isn't exactly stupid. She's always managed to maintain a pretty good average in school in hopes that her parents would pay some extra attention to her, maybe offer a few words of praise. Needless to say, she tries. Unfortunately, she's kind of a jealous person. The next person always has something that she doesn't, and she wants it. It isn't just about attention, it's material objects too, such as clothing, and even sometimes looks. It seems like nothing is ever good enough for Friday.
Don't give up. If you don't succeed at first, try try again. You've heard it a million times. Ever met someone that actually lives by it, though? Well, now you have. If Friday is anything, she's determined. She gets the job done, whether it be hard or easy, and to the best of her ability. She loves impressing people and giving them more than they had originally expected.
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS.[/font][/blockquote]
Lilly Bouvet - 48 - Naples, FL
James Bouvet - 50 - Naples, FL
SIBLINGS.
Caroline and Adelle Bouvet - 11 - Naples, FL
BIRTHPLACE.
Naples, FL
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS.
nope.
CHILDREN.
ew. kids.
PETS.
Charlie - turtle - deceased
Monty - bird- alive
FULL HISTORY.
You might expect someone with Munchhausen's to have some horrible past filled with sob stories and horrifying events. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but Friday Bouvet was born to a completely normal family. Everyone was happy. Her parents loved (and still love) each other, and everyone loved commenting on how beautiful their baby daughter was. In a way, Friday became conditioned to the attention as a drug addict becomes conditioned to their drug. So when she was five and her parents had not just one other baby, but two, you can imagine it must have been hard for her. Suddenly all the focus was on the twins, two sweet little girls. All of a sudden they were what mattered, or so it seemed. Her parents were trying to keep a balance, and felt they were doing a pretty good job, but outside the family, no one had been smiling over their oldest anymore.
It wasn't until she was about eight that she began faking sick in order to take the focus off of Callie and Elle. It worked. Even though the doctors seemed to know nothing was really wrong, and tried to convince Mr. and Mrs. Bouvet, they had it set in their minds that Friday would never lie about such things, and something must have been wrong. But after she 'got better', things were back to as they had been before. Though her parents still paid attention to her, it was divided. That wasn't how Friday was willing to roll. All or nothing.
As she got older, the things she faked became worse and worse, sometimes even dangerous to her health. Things such as making herself throw up to seem like she was unwell, or creating gashes on her wrists to give an appearance of someone who were suicidal. After a while, her parents began to realize that she wasn't being honest about the whole thing, and tried to do what they could about it, but nothing seemed to work. The only solution Friday was willing to bend with was getting rid of the twins, and that definitely wasn't happening anytime soon.
Being sent to Kayson was hurtful. Despite what her parents said about how this was only to help her, and that they loved her so much, sending her here only seemed like they didn't want her. She was only a nuisance in their life, and they were giving up. Thankfully, things aren't as bad as she expected. The kids are kind of nice, and it's not too bad to cope with life here.
"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME.[/font][/blockquote]
zoe !
YOUR AGE.
fourteen !
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE.
a year or twoo.
CONTACT INFO.
pm's good.
SECRET PHRASE.
admin's edit
MEMBER TITLE.
DINOSAUR. chomp.
ANYTHING ELSE.
nah.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
It was too quiet around here. Eerie, almost. There was nothing to be heard but your own footsteps, your own breathing, your own heartbeat. There had to be other people around, right? The trick was just finding them. Though, in the silence, it was hard to tell if there was anything alive for the surrounding ten miles. Sighing in frustrated exasperation, Essie stopped for a moment and turned, just to make sure there wasn't anything interesting that she had missed. There wasn't. There was really nothing to do around here. Nothing. The sad part is, 'nothing' wasn't even an exaggeration. Everything was so monitored. What was the fun in that?
She had woken up around ten o'clock in a room apparently not just for her; there were a few beds inside. One or two were messy, as though someone had slept there the night before but not made up the sheets. Sure, it was nice to have some reassurance that there were people, but what was the difference if you couldn't find them anywhere? Besides, maybe it wasn't a great idea to get her hopes up. This is an asylum we're talking about. A place for crazy people. Now, Essie didn't really consider herself crazy, at least not in the sense they meant. But that didn't mean the other people had problems like hers. Some of them probably were truly... well, insane. With any luck, a few of them would be friendly. At this point, her standards were low for a companion; she just needed someone to talk to.
Another five, ten minutes of walking. Damn. This place was bigger than she'd been expecting. Maybe the others were lost, like her. Or maybe they were undergoing therapy at the moment. She'd had a few of those 'sessions', as they called them, but today's was later in the afternoon. They weren't horribly bad. Granted, she could think of at least one hundred different things she'd rather be doing than sitting there while people tried to 'fix' her. Clearing her throat, she began to hum loudly, trying to drown out some of the utter quiet.
Another sound, one that was not coming from her, caught her attention. Turning the corner, she came face to face with rows of books. And a strange, dull thudding noise. She couldn't quite figure out what the noise was. "Hello?" She called out cautiously, peeking around one of the rows. Just more books. No possible source of the sound. Passing another row, she was slightly surprised to find stacks of books atop the tables in the surrounding area. Peeking through one of the gaps of space in between the books, where it seemed they were missing, she was surprised to see someone organizing them. The odd thing was, he wasn't wearing a uniform or anything, like she expected someone who worked here would. Shrugging it off, she smiled wryly and walked around the long line of books to stand a few feet in front of them. "Humanity. It's a miracle."
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