DONOVAN, Harlow Nicole

[harlow donovan]

[center][font=georgia][SIZE=5][b]HARLOW [color=#025972]NICOLE DONOVAN[/color][/b][/font][/size]
[SIZE=0][i]i'm bringing sassy back, and i don't wanna hear about people i don't know[/i]

[IMG]http://i43.tinypic.com/2pooakj.jpg[/IMG][/center][ul][b][color=#025972][size=0]FULL NAME[/b][/SIZE] harlow nicole donovan
[b][color=#025972]NICK NAMES[/b][/color]
[b][color=#025972]AGE[/b][/color] sixteen, july 17th
[b][color=#025972]GENDER[/b][/color] female
[b][color=#025972]SEXUALITY[/b][/color] heterosexual
[b][color=#025972]CLIQUE[/b][/color] prep/normal
[b][color=#025972]CANON[/b][/color]
[b][color=#025972]PLAY-BY[/b][/color] Hilary Duff
[/ul][center][b][color=#025972]OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?[/b][/color][/center][ul]Harlow has always been the the shortest girl in her grade, standing at about 5'1". She prefers to be called "fun sized". She weights one hundred and two pounds, giving her a petite look. Her bleach blone locks rest on her shoulders, although she changes the color from brunette to blonde frequently. It is normally in loose waves, but she straightens it on occasion. She has light brown eyes that randomly turn green from time to time. She has a beauty mark on her fair skin to the right of her nose that she absolutely despises.

She used to have a stud in her nose, but she never wore it so it closed up. She was left with an awkward looking lump on one side of her nose, but she hides it well. Perhaps her favorite feature is her chest, for she was quite blessed when it came to wearing low cut shirts.

You will never catch Miss Harlow without eyeliner plastered all around her eyes. She loves to attempt that smokey look. She owns at least fifty pairs of skinny jeans, for she could never imagine herself in any other kind of jean. Her weakness is vintage t-shirts, for she owns about a million. She prefers high heels to any other kind of shoe, but will also wear stiletto boots when she can find the perfect outfit. When she is at home, her favorite attire is sweats and a t-shirt. You will never catch her in bell bottom/flared jeans. She thinks they are the ugliest things ever, and cannot believe that people wear them.
[/ul][center][b][color=#025972]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?[/b][/color][/center][ul]Harlow grew up in Orange County, California. Although she lived in one of the the most well known bustling cities of the US, her life was surprisingly laid back. Her family was quite wealthy, and they owned many acres of land. This meant her and her little sister Preston each had their own horse. Riding was her passion. Her life seemed pretty stable until her father left them. Harlow could no longer stay in LA, and begged her mom to let her get away.
[/ul][b][color=#025972]YOUR NAME[/b][/color] Lizzie
[b][color=#025972]EXPERIENCE[/b][/color] 3 years
[b][color=#025972]CONTACT[/b][/color] email - [e-mail]  or pm.
[b][color=#025972]CODE FROM THE RULES[/b][/color] I read the rules!!
[b][color=#025972]ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/b][/color] This is from a different RP site. Mhm.
[quote] Harlow awoke with a start, her hazel eyes sweeping the room frantically. The only bit of light was coming from the eerie red glow of her digital clock. Four twenty-five. She couldn't wake up for at least thirty-five more minutes. She could hear the deep breathing of Adriana coming from the bed next to hers, and knew she couldn't get up without awaking her. She pushed her covers off of her as she sat up, letting her bleach blonde hair fall around her bare shoulders. She felt around her nightstand, before grasping her sidekick. She held it underneath the covers as she pushed the center button. One new message.

She held her breath as she quickly touched the open button. It was from Reed. Meet me tonight?, it read. She gasped as she quickly slammed her phone shut. Shit, shit, shit. I'm dead. She thought as she frantically tried to get her thoughts straight. Reed. Reed Shaye...wanted to meet her somewhere. Tonight. Technically it was already morning, but he was too dumb to know that. She shook the thought and opened her phone once more, quickly typing a message back. Where? Now?, she had the feeling it would be now. She slid out of bed, slipping her feet into her leopard print slippers. She grabbed her black satin slip off of the ground, and put it over her body in a rush. She tip toed to their tiny bathroom, phone in hand.

Shutting the door behind her, she flicked the light switch. Grabbing her brush off of the counter, she studied her appearance in the mirror, wondering what the hell she was going to do. She ran the brush through her hair, deciding that it would be best to just pull it up into a ponytail. Once she had done so, she added a black headband to add class. She nearly jumped a foot when her phone vibrated against the counter. She grabbed it, and opened the message. Now. You know where. She sighed and tossed her phone back onto the counter. Of course she knew where. She applied some red lipstick to her pale pink lips, and decided that the eyeliner left over from yesterday looked good enough. She slipped out of the bathroom, just in time to catch Adriana sitting up in her bed. Lovely.

She opened her dresser drawers in a hurry, and waited for the questioning to begen. "I'm just, I'm just going for a walk. I'll be right back. Don't worry. No need to worry..", she said with a nervous laugh as she grabbed a pair of high heels and headed out of their dorm. Once she was outside, she put the black 4 inch, Jimmy Choo heels on, leaving her slippers next to the door. Still in her nightgown, she headed down the steps. [/quote]
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Accepted. She'd be the greatest best friend for my character, Ashley Westwood. (: Message me if you have any questions or just want to roleplay.