.::. monique d'amore .::.

[monique d'amore]

say hello

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MONIQUE,
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OH, HEY THERE! I'M TALLY AND I'M A HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD. I'M A GIRL MOST OF THE TIME AND I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR ABOUT THREE YEARS I PLAY PENELOPE BEAUMONT HERE. I READ THE RULES, YOU WANT PROOF? ARABIAN NIGHTS. THERE. THANK GOD FOR ME OR I WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE. NOW, ONTO MY CHARACTER.


oh no, i just keep on falling
B A C K T O T H E S A M E O L D[/center]

» FULL NAME • monique d'amore
» NICKNAMES • monique, moni or nicky. those are the only things you're allowed to call me.
» DATE OF BIRTH • 15/5
» AGE • sweet sixteen
» GENDER • female, duh.
» SEXUALITY • straight

and where's hope
W H E N M I S E R Y C O M E S C R A W L I N G

» TALENT • modelling
» STRENGTHS • getting what i want, fashion, make-up, lying, dance dance revolution
» WEAKNESSES • working, being honest (what's the point?), going half an hour without some sort of energy drink

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with your faith
Y O U ' L L T R I G G E R A L A N D S L I D E

» HEIGHT • 5'6
» WEIGHT • about 100lbs. i have to stay skinny.
» BODY SHAPE • hourglass, thank god!
» ETHNICITY • caucasian
» PORTRAYED BY • taylor momsen
» APPEARANCE • well, i don’t like to brag, but i’m a whole lot better looking than most of the other weirdos here. i wear heaps of make-up, of course, but i really don’t need it. i have a sort of heart-shaped face with a small, curved nose, full lips and big blue eyes framed with naturally dark lashes. i have a few freckles, but i cover them up. i cleanse and tone every night, so my skin is usually zit-free. my teeth are perfectly white and straight, thanks to the braces i wore when i was eight. god i’m glad they came off, though. braces are for geeks. my hair is another part of me i love. it’s sort of dark blonde and naturally wavy. i keep it glossy and perfectly brushed and styled. it falls past my shoulders, not quite to my waist. if i have to tie it up, i put it in a high ponytail – but i hate doing that. it’s so much more beautiful when i leave it loose.

as for the rest of me? really, i shouldn’t need to type this out. i’m a model, for god’s sake! actually, i really do love my body. i don’t mind writing about it. i’m tall, but not too tall – five foot six to be exact – and a good weight for my profession. i watch what i eat constantly and work out every afternoon, but i’m naturally slender. i have an hourglass figure with wide – but not too wide – hips. my legs make up most of my body, actually. i have really long, slim legs, and quite small feet. i’ve always had a flat stomach and very nice abs, if i do say so myself.

i’ve always been great at fashion, both recognising it and wearing it. i look good in almost anything, actually. i spend a lot of time getting ready in the morning, and clothes are one of the biggest parts of that. i like all sorts of stuff, but only when it’s in fashion. once it goes out, i chuck it away pronto. i don’t believe in so-called ‘timeless’ clothes. they’re either in or out. you can’t have it both ways.

to kill off this common
S E N S E O F M I N D

» LIKES • make-up, clothes, boys, shopping, coffee, strawberries, soap operas, perfume, my pink mobile phone, my pink ipod, my pink laptop, oh, and the colour pink, parties, dance dance revolution, designer heels, designer bags, designer sunnies, diet soda, flirting, snogging, music. oh, and i am NOT addicted to tetris. i swear.
» DISLIKES • water, weird people like goths or emos, homework, any sort of work actually, sand, glitter (stuff of HELL), people who think they're better than me, people who act like total bitches, sport.
» HABITS/QUIRKS • falling out of bed. seriously, this happens every freaking night.
» HOBBIES • shopping, partying
» FEARS • drowning
» DREAMS • to be a supermodel. maybe a victoria's secret angel or something? and i could start my own reality tv show. moni's next top model!
» PERSONALITY • oh god, how the hell am i meant to write a description of my own personality? okay. well. i like getting what i want, and most of the time i know how to get it. i'm pretty smart, if i do say so myself, but more social-smart than book-smart. some people say i'm bitchy and scheming, but don't listen to them. i just know what i want, and i'm dedicated to getting it. what's wrong with that? i just have the drive most people lack, and that's why i will succeed. seriously. how can i not? i have everything anyone could want in a model.

friends? they're a tricky subject. if i truly like someone, then i'll let them be my friend. i don't do people who hold me back though. if they're gonna stop me doing what i wanna do, i'll drop them faster than they can say 'no'. if they do something to get in my bad books, then look out. i'm not the type to explode in anger. that's for people who totally lack self-control. i'm the sort of person to keep their cool and get them back later. and seriously get them back. you see, i'm great at getting people to tell me secrets, keeping them, then telling them when it suits me. if that fails, i have some wicked revenge tactics up my sleeve.

i'm also a bit of a flirt. okay, a lot of a flirt. i'll hook up with whoever (just so long as they're hot), make out with them for a bit, maybe keep them for a few days, then dump them. i don't feel guilty. they should be proud to ever have been with me, and boys don't really have the same emotional range as girls. also, i live for parties. any sort of party. whoever invented parties was... was... there aren't words for something this awesome. so what if it's irresponsible? i'm sixteen now, jeez. i can do what i want, and no-one's going to stop me.

it takes acquired minds
T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E T H I S W I N E

» PLACE OF BIRTH • right here in paris.
» NATIONALITY • french, french and, oh yeah, french.
» PARENTS • pierre d'amore and emilie devereaux.
» SIBLINGS • i'm an only child, thank god. i have a half sister though, alice. she's eighteen. you don't get much more awesome than alice.
» OTHER RELATIVES • none that i've seen since i was three.
» HISTORY • this is a pretty stupid question, but i'll do my best to condense sixteen years into a few paragraphs if i really have to. i guess i should start at the beginning. my dad, antoine, was a fashion designer with his own line of really expensive clothes and my mum, emilie, was a celebrity. really famous for virtually everything. singing, acting, modelling, etc. she was also pretty well known for being a serious party-hopper and alcoholic. my dad was dressing her for a photoshoot and, well, use your imagination. she didn't actually get to do the photoshoot. anyway, they became this 'it couple' and got photographed everywhere. my mum loved all the publicity, but my dad wasn't so sure. eventually they got married, though, and the wedding was broadcast on live tv and it was all over the headlines for weeks.

anyway, when my dad was thirty and my mum was twenty-six, i was born. everyone says i was seriously beautiful, even when i was just a few days old. i had loads of blonde hair and really blue eyes. both my parents were really happy. who wouldn't be? mum and dad had this talk and decided to 'shield me from the public eye', which was totally stupid, but i couldn't do anything about it at that point. i got completely spoiled as a kid, but i guess i'm just one of those people who's just grateful for what they have, so i didn't get all bitchy or anything. but when i was eleven, i started getting really sick of being shielded all the time. mum wasn't too bothered, but dad got all upset and made all the rules loads stricter. they sent me to paa for modelling because, let's face it, that has to be my talent, and the school could keep a close eye on me.

when i turned thirteen, i took my permission slip home to let me go into paris alone. dad wouldn't sign it and we got into this massive screaming row. my mum was in milan, so i just forged his signature. i used the slip to get into paris heaps, and when i was fourteen i started faking my way into nightclubs. the craziest thing happened in a nightclub, actually. i met this girl, a few years older than me, and she looked almost exactly like me. i was totally freaked out. we got talking and she said her name was alice and her dad was pierre d'amore, this really famous actor. we got to be really good friends. at one point, when i was at home, i was looking through my mum's drawers (just trying to find a pen, honest) and i found all these photos of her with this really familiar-looking guy. he looked exactly like pierre d'amore, but i didn't believe he could be. it was only when alice was showing me these pictures of him that i actually believed it. i confronted mum, and she admitted that pierre was my real father. i was actually pretty happy. i know you're meant to get this really big identity crisis if you find out your dad isn't your actual father or whatever, but i was sort of pleased.

she made me promise to keep it a secret, so i did. i've always been good at secrets. anyway, life was fabulous until dad saw me on the street at one point when i was fifteen, laughing hysterically with loads of my friends and totally pissed. he wasn't happy. he dragged me home and screamed himself senseless. we had this massive argument and i yelled that he couldn't tell me what to do, he wasn't even my real father. big mistake. he went all scarlet and started screaming at my mum. i don't really remember it clearly, i was pretty drunk, but i remember the sound of people shouting and glass breaking.

since then, i changed my name from monique devereaux to monique d'amore. i'm still great friends with alice (she's awesome, she gets me into heaps of nightclubs and stuff like that) and i've actually got quite close to pierre. i can't call him dad, it's just weird. i told mum she should totally divorce my dad - he's a complete asshole. i know for a fact he's abusive to her, and he's even hit me a few times. i think she's scared, though. the tabloids have no idea, they're still going on about this happy couple. oh yeah, and i'm in them every now and then, which is loads of fun. but i seriously had no idea it was possible to hate anyone more than i hate my dad right now. i could just stay here over the summer, but i don't want to hurt my mum. i wish she'd just divorce him.

[monique d'amore]

accepted, me!
why thank you, me!
anytime, myself!