COOLAGE, CAMBERLEE ZOE

[CAMBERLEE ZOE COOLAGE]

NAME: Camberlee Zoe Coolage
AGE:18
HEIGHT:5'4
WEIGHT:112lbs
EYE COLOR:blue
HAIR COLOR: usually light brown
ETHNICITY:caucasian
LIKES: crowds, photography, animals, writing, talking, texting, rock and roll history class, music, singing, dancing, flowers, romance, hitting the sales rack, fashion, my guitar, going barefoot, painting, going with the flow,
DISLIKES:eating meat, dead animals, bob dylan, high end designer clothes, boring classes, math, geography, when people don't knock, demi lovato, when people copy my style, too much make-up, getting sick, twilight
SECRETS:when i think of lying as acting, i can lie my ass off. this is how i got away with the fact i was the one who wrote "lissa is a whore" in pink sharpie on the bathroom stalls.
GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: Senior
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual
PLAY BY PLAY: Emily DiDonato

PERSONALITY:

Camberlee is carefree, loving and persistant. When she wants something she usually gets it. For the most part she's a friendly, party-goer who enjoys all sorts of things. She doesn't trust people too easily although she's pretty friendly. She'll playfully call you her best friend or something but it takes some time before she actually considers you her friend. Camberlee is attracted to the people who're most likley to break her heart, she just can't help it.She may not be the most courageous person, but she is able to get what she wants from others. Whether she's manipulating, persuading, or inspiring, people just seem to want to follow her anywhere. She respects people who have more power than her, but she doesn't let them walk all over her, nor does she walk all voer the ones below her.Love? When it comes to love..it makes her feel spoiled and decadent. When she's loved, it brings out the bolder, brighter side of her. To be unloved would make her feel invisible. She counts on love to give her the validation that all humans crave. For her, romantic love is rich, deep, and meaningful. She doesn't fall in love lightly...or easily. When she loves someone, she really puts her heart in it. She doesn't go halfway, and she doesn't hold back.

She is a sensitive and reflective person. Camberlee has a good intuition for emotions.
She can sense what people are feeling and even sometimes what they are thinking.
Camberlee can communicate well, and she's a pretty good listener. She cherishs her friends more than most people, and every word they say is important to her. She's always there for the people she lovse, and she expects the same in return. She craves deep connections and understanding in a friendship, that's why it's so hard for her to trust people. Most people aren't as serious about it as she is..

PLACE OF BIRTH: South Carolina
DATE OF BIRTH: August 12th, 1990
FINANCIAL STATUS: Not over the top rich, but definitely comfortable
FATHER: Accountant, Marcus Coolage
MOTHER: Model, Linda Coolage
SIBLINGS: Only child.


HISTORY:

Camberlee always found life to be what you made it. She enjoyed school and wanted to be an actress. Growing up with a mother who was a super model and a father who was an accountant, Camberlee never really had to worry about money. She was an only child and she lived in a huge house with an in-ground pool in the backyard, a guest house and people who ran the lawn and laundry inside her house. Living with money was sure, nice. But it wasn't Camberlee. She moved out at seventeen against her parents wishes and rented a crummy apartment and fixed it up the best she could.

She painted the walls, enjoyed the scenery and got bean bag chairs for furniture as opposed to the ritzy, plastic covered white satin she was used to back at home. Her father wanted her to go into banking and accounting but her being such a free spirited Camberlee couldn't anchor herself down like that. her mother thought she should go into modelling and become the next one in line. She was interested for a little while, doing pageants and such when she was younger but it all seemed too girl. She loved going out on the field with the neighbours and playing full contact football. She liked wearing jeans and getting muddy, getting out on the four-wheeler. Her mother never approved. Luckily when Camberlee got a little older, her mother started seeing things a bit looser and let her go.

She had always been pretty artsy and enjoyed theatrics and decided maybe she's be an actress. As far fetched and as crazy as it seemed at the time it was really what she wanted to do. She could sing, she could dance and she could act so why not? She jumped right into the schooling and kept it up, firmly believing if she wanted to do it she could. Her first year off on her own was a real wake up call. No cook, no laundry maid, no nothing. She was really on her own, and besides getting used to the dramatic change over the course she liked it. Being into music and acting she was usually out at premieres and things where she met a stunt guy named Jaxon. He was wild, free, and intense. He captivated her and got her hooked. She spend nearly every waking moment with him and when he ditched her, broke her heart and moved off to god knows where, she decided she wouldn't ever trust someone the way she trusted him again.

She loved everybody, she was a definitely people person and she wasn't going to let his mistakes weigh her down or change her life. Solid relationships were always harder, but she wasn't going to change her perspective on things. While single, she flirted, had a good time with anybody she wanted to. When with someone..female or male she'd be loyal. She told her parents about her bi-sexuality when she was fifteen and in her freshman year of highschool. They didn't take it well, but for the most part accepted her anyway and pretended they'd never heard her say it.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

It had been a rough a morning. The first thing he heard was a loud, high pitched yell at about five a.m. The shrill shriek pierced his ears and jolted him into an upright position wondering who the cry had come from. He looked next to him and no one else inhabited his bed. Hard footsteps crashed just above him and dust fell from the ceiling coating his hair. He grumbled and hopped out of bed. Mrs. Sherlin, the crazy old cook who lived above him, it couldn't have been anybody else. He didn't bother getting dressed or cleaning himself up yet considering it was five a.m and there was no possible way he was fully awake he headed to the stairs and got to the second floor of the hotel-like apartment complex. He knocked on the door and that same shrill voice screamed out. "JUST COME IN AND HELP ME"

Opening the door, he smelled freshly baked cookies, and a strong aroma of candle wax. She was up on a chair holding her skirt and waving a pan in her hand pointing frantically at the wall. "It's a SPIDER. get IT GET IT!!!" she blurted dancing about. Parker looked at her, looked at the wall, then at the floor. A gossip magazine was placed next to her couch and he picked it up, rolling it up. He took a couple steps towards the wall, eyed the wall for the spider..(which might I add, was ity bity and hard to locate because of its lack of size) once spotted he swatted it, dropped the magazine and trudged back to the door. "Have a good day Mrs.Sherlin.." he grogged.

Once back in his own room he flopped back on the bed. The digital clock next to him read 5:17 and he groaned. There was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep.

He headed to the shower, did all his normal daily routine stuff, ran a hand through his freshly shampooed hair, threw on a pair of jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt and a set of dogs tags before heading out the front door once again. After his shower his dull senses had hightened he was finally awake. Hopping down the steps and out the door he looked out onto the lifeless street. The sun was shining up over the houses and a couple birds perched in their trees tweeted little songs. He smiled and decided the park would be his best bet for somewhere nice, and quite to go.

Parker arrived at the park at precisely 6:12 and found a nice spot off the pathway that was grassy and vacant. He popped a squat and laid down eyeing the small amount of clouds that inhabited the sky. Fluffy mounds off to his left looked like piles of whipped cream. The thought made his stomach grumble. Maybe he'd go get some coffee or a latte with extra whipped cream in a while. As he laid there in silence he yelped in surprise when a yelowish green tennis ball bounced off his head into his lap. He jolted back upright and looked around seeing no throwing culprit. Scratching the spot where the ball hit his head, a bit confused he re-scanned the area. This time as he turned his head to the left all he saw was a big wet, pink thing and it engulfed his face. He spit and spattered falling backwards before realising a puppy was now neck to him wagging its little tail so hair its butt was vibrating as though it was going to just pop off. He chuckled, wiping the doggy slobber from his cheek. "Where'd you come from?" he smikred, petting the little golden retriever on top of the head. He waved the ball at him. 'This yours? hmm? Well, it wacked me in the head." he told the dog. He set the ball on top of the creatures head and it fell over trying to get it with its tongue. He chuckled and smile when a young, dark haired beauty appeared.

"I think I've found your friend." he smiled picking the puppy up. So the girl could see him.
She was in a jogging outfit. People were actually up this early on purpose? He shook his head. Some people were crazy. If at all possible he'd still be in bed sleeping. But his morning had been interrupted..

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