Peaches O'Connor {f}

[leah]

quick facts;

Full Name: Peaches Elizabeth O'Connor
Nicknames: Peaches
Portrayed By (PB): Nicole Richie
Age: 15 going on 16
Birthday: December 26th
Neighborhood/Dorm: Heaven Gates
Job/School: Sophomore
Sexual Orientation: Straight, but gender doesn't seem to be an issue when she's drunk.


inner details;

Appearance:
Petite, and rather on the boney side, Peaches is still a beauty. Her frail appearance is contrasted by her confident and bossy personality. She has long blonde locks and chocolate brown eyes. She certainly does not have a sweet little almost 16-year-old appearance, but rather a young fresh out of high school taking a year out to party look. She rarely has problems getting into bars and clubs, all she needs to do is flash a little cleavage or stick a wad of cash in the barman's hands.



Personality:
Peaches is the daughter of formerly unsuccessful artists, who was once a sweet innocent girl, who the thought of drinking and smoking made her sick to her naive stomach. All that immediately changed when she moved to Monaco, with millions under her family's belts.

Party All The Time:
Peaches is a party addict. She lives for clubbing, dancing on tables, flirting, drinking, smoking, and sex. Despite being quite young, she has been sucked in to the night live, due to her naivety and want to fit in. She has now flourished into a young party queen. Though she is underaged, and only been sexually active for a little while, she most likely has more notches on her bed post than the average teen. Seen as a slut and a wild child, she has never been exactly liked around school, however, on the surface she appears to be tough, on the inside it just leads her to drink more. After all, she feels more accepted when she's out on the dance floor than when she is going to classes.

Former Life:
Peaches used to be a quiet, artistic type, with close friends and a normal life. She grew up with her parents always in debt, due to their artistic careers never developing. However that soon changed when a world renowned art collector happened upon the O'Connors and bought almost every piece they made, leaving them pretty safe in the cash department for life. Peaches and her family were sent to Monaco where everything changed. Equipped with money and a new wardrobe, Peaches became one of those wild girls who just wants to have fun, shedding her formerly quiet self. And she didn't plan on turning back.

The Softer Side:
If anyone truly got to know Peaches, which is a very hard job indeed, they would find that she is a girl just craving for attention, having spent years struggling inner problems being the picked on poor girl. If they knew her past, maybe they'd understand why she wants to just have fun with life, now that she can and has the money to do so.

Likes:

• Sex
  
• Hooking up with anyone that has legs
  
• Vodka
  
• Dancing
  
• Clubbing
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Shopping
  
• Money
  
• Making Out
  
• Heels
  
• Hookah
  
• A T T E N T I O N
  

Dislikes:

• R E J E C T I O N
  
• Having No Money
  
• Her Former Life
  
• Hangovers
  
• Being Alone
  
• Being Told To Stop
  
• Hardcore Drugs
  
• Unhealthy Food
  
• Being Told She's Young
  
• Her Age
  

the background;

History:
Born on the day after Christmas, to struggling, in-debt, young artists Izabeth and Ry O'Connor, known in the art world as Ryzabeth, Peaches O'Connor started life off unordinarily. Her parents were never controlling, or uptight adults, in fact they were barely parents. Though Peaches had unordinary parents, she became quite the contrasting child. Kind to her parents on the rare occasions she saw them, grateful for the little she had, and always willing to help. Her parents wanted her to go out with friends and lead a normal life, but she wanted to help them raise money. And one day, they got money, and lots of it.
World renowned art collector Colin Freeman IV, was wondering around the suburbs of London, where the O'Connors lived in their small shack of a home. Peaches had that day decided to have a lawn sale, selling all the paintings that their parents couldn't sell for high prices, and which were quite old. Freeman IV happened upon her little garage sale, and offered her far more than the 10 pounds sticker she had placed on each of the paintings. And the rest is history.
Now living in beautiful sunny Monaco, amongst the rest of the rich, Peaches can let loose, like her parents always wanted her to. Though they never realised how wild Peaches would get. But travelling wherever they want to paint whatever they want with their millions of euros, kept them from realising and holding the young girl back. Can anyone stop this party addict from going overboard?

Parents:
mother: Elizabeth 'Izabeth' O'Connor
artist, 35, into abstract art, messy, loves to make large paintings, part of Ryzabeth Paintings
father: Henry 'Ry' O'Connor
artist, 38, into abstract art, flakey, loves details, part of Ryzabeth Paintings
Siblings:
none she is an only child.

Other:

--The content bellow is for 1st character only and must be removed after you've been accepted.--
The Roleplayer:

We call you: Leah
Are you in any other sites? I co-own an RP site called Pendragon's Academy for the Gifted and have 3 characters on it
Activity (1-10): 7ish, more if I'm not busy, less if I have an overhaul of work to do
RP Sample:

the stench of murder will never be e r a s e d .
noah pendragon

Noah sat behind his desk, scribbling meaningless words onto pieces of paper. The bloody monthly updates that Noah was foced to send to each individual parent each month to ensure that their son and/or daughter is improving in their control of their supernatural ability. Something his great-grandfather, Pendragon III decided upon. He also insisted that they all must be hand-written to make a greater impact on the worried parents. Though Noah had to play along, he thought the whole process quite useless. Seeing as none of the parents of these kids actually cared about how they'd learned to control their powers, most of them were probably sending them to Pendragon's Academy to get rid of the spawns of the Devil.

Noah ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His hair was a tangled mess and his stubble had become quite protrudent lately. He had had trouble sleeping, after all in a few days he would have been celebrating his anniversary with his wife. Instead he would be celebrating a stolen power. Stolen from the one person he loved. His cold eyes fell upon his fingertips. He could still see the blood on his hands, deep, locked forever more in the cracks of his skin. He clenched his fists, then opened them up again, letting water form in his palms. He rubbed them together visciously, attempting to whipe away the guilt. But murder doesn't wash away easily.

A knock on the door frightened Noah, as he looked up quickly, spilling water on a large stack of handwritten letters. His face distorted with rage as he watched the ink run down the page. He closed his eyes, letting the water seep back into his pores, before he stood up from behind his desk. His suit jacket was drapped over his seat. He threw it over his dark shirt before proceeding towards a small bar wedged between large, old bookcases of a dark wood.

"Come in, Miss Westin," he said loud enough so that his voice would carry through the large office. He poured a drink into a glass before downing it in one.

[MISSUS IZZY.]

Please lenghten appearence and history.
Pending.

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