Post by natasha elizabeth-anne wright on Oct 14, 2009 18:28:19 GMT -5
NAME;; Natasha, Elizabeth Anne, Wright
My name is Natasha, but I am called Tasha or even Tash affectionately by friends and family. My mother named me; my father had nothing to do with me, even at birth. My name has a Russian origin, from my father’s side. My middle name is a joint between my two grandmothers, Anne on my fathers side, and Elizabeth on my mothers. Wright is my fathers last name, though when I come of age I shall change it, I don’t want any connection to my father, and my name is a stinging reminder of what he did to me, to me and my mother.
AGE;;Seventeen
GRADE;; Senior
APPERANCE;; My eyes are of a light calm and strengthening jade, the paleness of my eyes contrasts sharply to the diminutive melted amber flecks, which are brought to light by the minute light cerulean shifts of my eyes. When I get angry or extremely flirty to passion in my emotion alters my eyes color, from the warm dazzling jade to the soft, heated cerulean. My face is rounded, at my chin, it narrows, creating a near-perfect oval, only marred by slight indent in my hairline, but unless you know me really well you would have no idea that it is even part of my being, my cheekbones are placed high, making my cheeks appear shallow and not a puffy cheeked as I was as a babe. My mouth is in the luster department, my lips turned up in a fixed appearance of happiness; therefore it causes my mouth even more worry when on the occasion I frown. My eyes are unusually large, and my lashes taper down in long thick spokes. My hair is the color of caramel, a warm mix of brown and blond. The blonder strands are of a light gold, much like that on a ring, before deepening into a soft sandy brown, and then to the caramel brunette. My chocolate tresses smoothly part off to one side, before draping down my back in the likes of a curtain, just long enough to hang at my petite waist. My locks curl into natural waves, I occasionally where my hair half down but most of the time I just throw it into a messy bun; for riding. So fancy occasions I allow it to just fall down from my head, brushing my side bangs out of the way into a Puff-duff.
I stand at the slender height of 5’6, a flawless height tall enough to ride a horse, but small enough to dance and fit into small sized jeans. My waist is a tidy 17 inches, the petite area then flares outwards at my willowy hips, my torso is short, so the appearance of my legs is rather lengthy.
PERSONALITY;; . I am loud and rambunctious. I can be protective, fearless, cunning, and intelligent, strong, proud, caring, sweet, yet also be silly and filled with energy. I have a big sense of humor which gets me in to trouble some times. I guess you could say I’m good looking… but that isn’t the most important thing about me. The rest… you’ll just have to find out.
HISTORY;; I was born at daybreak, at a week old I was sent to my Grandmothers boarding school, my mother’s mother, her name Elizabeth. She was a kind woman I grew to be insightful, and kind under her constant guidance. I excelled at academia, thanks to her excellent teaching and became very outgoing at the boarding school I lived at, creating a lot of new friends when I became around the age of 10. By the time I was 12 I had travelled all threw Paris and spoke perfect, fluent French. I was sweet and sassy, but albeit a bit pampered. When I was forced to go a live with my mother on her small apartment, I was afraid, we were never close, but over the last few years we have grown an unbreakable bond, and she has taught me the meaning of hard work and the use of cleverness. She also taught me how to ride, and now at 16 I have my own horse and compete in Jumper. After coming to live with my mother I decided to continue with my vocal lessons, starting with becoming a back-up singer for a band. My voice is a high alto to a range of contralto. In the last few years my voice has grown stronger and high in pitch, more like the chiming of wind bells than anything else, it is supple and musical, my laughter, just like a child at play, almost impossible to resist. When I get angry or frustrated I cry, I do not know why I do this, and even when I try to hold the tears back they still stream down my demure features. I hate this fact, it annoys me like nothing else in the world, in pain I don’t shed a tear, but for anything that causes those two emotions I ball my eyes out.
Natasha Elizabeth Anne Wright - Kazzy
My name is Natasha, but I am called Tasha or even Tash affectionately by friends and family. My mother named me; my father had nothing to do with me, even at birth. My name has a Russian origin, from my father’s side. My middle name is a joint between my two grandmothers, Anne on my fathers side, and Elizabeth on my mothers. Wright is my fathers last name, though when I come of age I shall change it, I don’t want any connection to my father, and my name is a stinging reminder of what he did to me, to me and my mother.
AGE;;Seventeen
GRADE;; Senior
APPERANCE;; My eyes are of a light calm and strengthening jade, the paleness of my eyes contrasts sharply to the diminutive melted amber flecks, which are brought to light by the minute light cerulean shifts of my eyes. When I get angry or extremely flirty to passion in my emotion alters my eyes color, from the warm dazzling jade to the soft, heated cerulean. My face is rounded, at my chin, it narrows, creating a near-perfect oval, only marred by slight indent in my hairline, but unless you know me really well you would have no idea that it is even part of my being, my cheekbones are placed high, making my cheeks appear shallow and not a puffy cheeked as I was as a babe. My mouth is in the luster department, my lips turned up in a fixed appearance of happiness; therefore it causes my mouth even more worry when on the occasion I frown. My eyes are unusually large, and my lashes taper down in long thick spokes. My hair is the color of caramel, a warm mix of brown and blond. The blonder strands are of a light gold, much like that on a ring, before deepening into a soft sandy brown, and then to the caramel brunette. My chocolate tresses smoothly part off to one side, before draping down my back in the likes of a curtain, just long enough to hang at my petite waist. My locks curl into natural waves, I occasionally where my hair half down but most of the time I just throw it into a messy bun; for riding. So fancy occasions I allow it to just fall down from my head, brushing my side bangs out of the way into a Puff-duff.
I stand at the slender height of 5’6, a flawless height tall enough to ride a horse, but small enough to dance and fit into small sized jeans. My waist is a tidy 17 inches, the petite area then flares outwards at my willowy hips, my torso is short, so the appearance of my legs is rather lengthy.
PERSONALITY;; . I am loud and rambunctious. I can be protective, fearless, cunning, and intelligent, strong, proud, caring, sweet, yet also be silly and filled with energy. I have a big sense of humor which gets me in to trouble some times. I guess you could say I’m good looking… but that isn’t the most important thing about me. The rest… you’ll just have to find out.
HISTORY;; I was born at daybreak, at a week old I was sent to my Grandmothers boarding school, my mother’s mother, her name Elizabeth. She was a kind woman I grew to be insightful, and kind under her constant guidance. I excelled at academia, thanks to her excellent teaching and became very outgoing at the boarding school I lived at, creating a lot of new friends when I became around the age of 10. By the time I was 12 I had travelled all threw Paris and spoke perfect, fluent French. I was sweet and sassy, but albeit a bit pampered. When I was forced to go a live with my mother on her small apartment, I was afraid, we were never close, but over the last few years we have grown an unbreakable bond, and she has taught me the meaning of hard work and the use of cleverness. She also taught me how to ride, and now at 16 I have my own horse and compete in Jumper. After coming to live with my mother I decided to continue with my vocal lessons, starting with becoming a back-up singer for a band. My voice is a high alto to a range of contralto. In the last few years my voice has grown stronger and high in pitch, more like the chiming of wind bells than anything else, it is supple and musical, my laughter, just like a child at play, almost impossible to resist. When I get angry or frustrated I cry, I do not know why I do this, and even when I try to hold the tears back they still stream down my demure features. I hate this fact, it annoys me like nothing else in the world, in pain I don’t shed a tear, but for anything that causes those two emotions I ball my eyes out.
Natasha Elizabeth Anne Wright - Kazzy
