Ophelia West

[ophelia west]

`go shake it OPHELIA !
`party time all the time .

[/b] mazz
age; fifteen
rp experience; three years
how you found us; advertisment
contact; pm, ask for e-mail
other charries; none
other; uh, site looks awesome?
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] Ophelia Cameron West
but it's okay everyone calls me; none
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; thirteenth of May
actually i'm some sort of; Tarus
this place was such a shit hole; England
ah, so like paradisefor me; Yorkshire
i don't look it but i'm actually; English & French
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest bitch all up and through here; Scar tissue,Drummer
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] SJ Whitley
you know i could just swim in those; brown
does the carpet match the drapes; Blonde
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 70 kilos (sorry I don’t use pounds or lbs)
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5’5
and then i got one on my ass; Multiple tattoos including, chest piece, sleeve & other randomly scattered. Munroe Piercing
they always seem to notice my; Her hair and Her boobs.


you'll never see me without my;

Eyes[/u]
Ophelia isn’t one of those people who let off a lot of emotion in their facial features. People say the eyes are the window to the soul? Rubbish, at least in this case. Her eyes are a pretty brown, not a mud brown most people seem to have, Ophelia’s are lighter and more noticeable, people often do a double take whilst looking at them. It’s very unlikely you’ll find her without thick ricks of eyeliner around her eyes. Fake eye lashes also happen to be something she enjoys wearing. Ophelia likes her eyes and so draws a lot of attention to them. On top of the black make up she’s normally found wearing liquid eyeliner instead of eye shadow. On some people it looks cheap but she manages to pull it off. Ophelia doesn’t give off a friendly persona from her eyes, but their just her eyes, generally she spends a lot of time looking through people, instead of at them. However she does have a pretty good death glare going on, while she doesn’t let out a lot of emotion people often find themselves staring at her eyes because they are quite large in shape . She’s been told their rather ‘seductive’ it makes her laugh because she’s anything but a seductress .


Hair[/u]
Ophelia takes a great amount of pride in her hair. She bleaches it almost every month to make sure she hasn’t got any roots showing. She’s kept it long for a while, a few years back when everyone was cutting their hair short and getting mullets she refused to and kept her hair long. She doesn’t like it dead straight, it makes her face look to long it in her opinion. Ophelia often wears her hair up , she doesn’t like having it around her face, but the thing that annoys her is when she’s trying to get her hair to sit flat and little bits keep popping up, she doesn’t like ‘ messy’ hair. Ophelia has had some different colors in her hair, she’s had red and purple highlights, black highlights but has always gone back to pure blonde. She’s fond of her hair and takes good care of it. Washes it everyday, conditions, makes sure it doesn’t die, you’ll usually find her with some sort of fold out hair brush to. Knots are not in her good books.

Smile[/u]
Smiles make you look happy, Ophelia’s can to, but hers can go two ways. One is when she looks extremely innocent and sweet, when she’s extremely happy or just in a good mood, she’ll use this, it lights up her whole face, her eyes light up and she often has flushed cheeks that’s how you know she’s happy , this is the smile she generally wears around her friends, or when she’s drunk, having fun. Ophelia doesn’t often let a lot of emotion show, let alone look happy so it’s quite a rare occasion and her good mood should not be taken lightly. Her other ‘smile’ is a forced one, his is one she uses when she’s being polite or doing something she doesn’t want, otherwise known as a fake smile. Ophelia learnt early on that people would leave her alone if they thought she was happy. She learnt to smile and bat her eyes and be able to look innocent and make it seem like she actually was having a good time. Ophelia’s lips are generally bright red of pink, and she has a munroe piercing on the left side of her mouth.


Build[/u]
Ophelia isn’t exactly tall but she’s not overly short either. She stands at about 5’5, tall enough to fit in with the girls, short enough to fit into a boys arms. She’s not stocky, in fact she’s quite average sized. Curves where she needs curves, she’s not exactly stick thin but she’s not chunky. Ophelia has quite a normal yet attractive body size, she likes it, she doesn’t want to be to thin and doesn’t want to get fit, she’s perfectly in the middle. Ophelia gets a lot of compliments on how she’s built, she’s not sure if that’s because boys want to get in her pants or because it’s true, either way she doesn’t care. She likes the way she looks, no body else has to . Ophelia generally looks rather sweet, sometimes even cheeky, she guessed that why the agency asked her to join, she looks clean but there’s something else there, that’s what they wanted and she fit it perfectly.


Complexion[/u]
Ophelia takes pride in her appearance, skin being one of them. She’s never liked the tanned look and she’s quite lucky in the fact she was born quite pale, she made up her mind at a young age her skin either had to be completely white or completely black, she ended up completely white. Finding the right skin tone for foundation is hard and she finds she has to take better care of her skin as she burns easily. Acne wasn’t ever a very big problem for her, everyone in her family had relatively clear skin, she’s quite lucky in that aspect, a break out for Ophelia is like three pimples randomly scattered across her face, but whenever that happens she worries she’s going to get more . Ophelia is quite a fan of tattoos, and is slowly covering herself in them from head to toe. She’s got a large chest piece which she’s proud of and a sleeve she’s still in the process of getting. The pain doesn’t worry her. Ophelia likes going to get tattoos with other people and at one stage wanted to be a tattoo artist, but then she ended up being a model, maybe when she quits one day.


Style[/u]
Ophelia’s style could be described in a few ways, punk, whore, skater. That’s just a few of them. She chooses not to stick to a label and wears whatever she feels like really. The less clothing the better in her opinion, she’s not about the walk butt naked out onto the street but she does like wearing clothes that will catch people attention. Ophelia is proud of her body and doesn’t want to hide it. She has some items inappropriate for the outside world, things she’s saving for someone who catches her heart. When Ophelia goes to shoots, she generally just wears sweat shirts or jumper and jeans, they are easy to get on and off through changes. . She’s been described as a punk before but that’s more because of her attitude. When she’s not dressing to show herself off , lose t-shirts and skinny jeans seem to be preference of hers, what she wears around friends, what she wears around home, basically just not in public unless she knows she’s going to get changed.

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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

[/b] tattoos, motor bikes, cocaine, ‘rebel’ boys, good photo shoots, alone time, loud music, drums, strong alcohol, sex, reading, piercings, getting so drunk she can’t walk straight, boys jumpers, cheese, bright red, Halloween, spiders& snakes, obscene clothing, Tim Burton, burnt toast, being affectionate, rebel boys with a softer side, being listened to

i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; Scene’ kids, ass holes, sluts, preppy girls, girls in general, cock photographers, most agents, cocaine, rehab clinics, beards, slugs, beer bellies, abuse, slow drivers, people who push religion in your face, hot weather, pmsing, the beach , uncooked bread, sticky tape, clothes that are to commercial.

it's like my signature kinda thing;
Emotionally, being strong
Being selfless
Musical abilities
Staying loyal
oh god not this again, i so suck;
Comes across as a bitch
Pushes people away all the time
Quick to judge
Apathetic a lot of the time
it's like children of the corn but worse;
Over Dosing
Heart break
Going Deaf
you know one day i'm going to;
Getting famous before she’s 25
Find love
Get clean within six months
Visit home again
it's just this weird innate thing;
Chewing her nails
Pulling labels off water bottles
Playing with her piercing
some things just make me scream;
Leather
Bad boys
Heavy music
Intelligence
Consideration
Good hair

that is the most disgusting thing ever;
Smokers
Arrogance
Lying
People who are ‘easy’


you best remember this bitch; ▪ reserved;Ophelia isn’t the most open person in the world, she doesn’t like trusting people and hardly ever lets anyone in. Most people brush it off and say she’s just being snobby, when in reality she’s just protecting herself from getting hurt. She’s scared of being heart broken and scared of getting hurt. If by chance Ophelia decides to let you in, you’d better not screw it up because you won’t get another chance.

▪ shy;Part of not talking to people is the fact that she is very shy, she doesn’t care what people think but she’s not one to put herself out there. If you introduce yourself to someone and then it goes dead silent, she finds moments like that embarrassing and so chooses not to put herself out there to often, if people really want to get to know her, then they’ll wait until she’s comfortable around them. If Ophelia is in a large group of people, she’ll observe all of them for a while before deciding if she wants to speak to any of them, then will chose the people she wants to talk to. She’s very much an introvert and doesn’t need that many other people in her life.

▪ apathetic;A lot of the time, Ophelia just doesn’t give a shit about much, that was part of the reason she got hooked on cocaine, she just didn’t care if it destroyed her life or not. She got to a point where she was just floating in-between hits , waiting for the next high and she learnt to not care about much, she doesn’t care what other people think or what they do. Most of the time she doesn’t care what happens to herself either. She doesn’t really care about working, the only reason she turns up to band practice and gigs is because she needs the money for food, she might not care if she starves to death but she happens to like the way she looks and wants to keep it that way.

▪ sweetheart;When she does give a shit, generally it’ll be for a good reason. Ophelia doesn’t care about many people, but the ones she cares for, are the lucky ones. She does have the ability to be a complete sweetheart, thoughtful, selfless, affectionate, she will even open up eventually. There are certain people she adores and would do anything for, with these people she’s really quite affectionate and finds it easy to joke around with them. She knows who her real friends are and won’t even question it.

▪ rebel; Ophelia and the law never really got on, her parents rules, the actual law, school rules. If you tell a kid they can’t do something, then their going to want to do it much more. It’s exactly that with Ophelia. She doesn’t like people having power over her, which is exactly what rules are meant to do, if a crew member asks her to move a certain way, she will, if they tell her to, she’ll stand still and not bother, there have been times she’s walked off during band practice because she’d been ordering around, especially in recording studios, if their telling her she’s not playing right, she’ll crack it . Ophelia was drinking and driving before she was legal, mainly because she liked the adrenaline rush she got from doing something she knew she wasn’t meant to.

▪ hard headed; Ophelia does not like to be told what to do, but she’s also stubborn. If she gets into a fight, she will refuse to be the first to apologize, she doesn’t want to conform to everyone else, she wants to be her own person and will go to extreme lengths to do so. It’s taken her so long to get help with her cocaine addiction because everyone tried to force her to go to rehab, she had to want to go. Ophelia hit rock bottom before she went, and there were stages where doctors thought there was no way she was going to get off it. She won’t crack under pressure, and she doesn’t like pointless fights. If someone’s going to start yelling at her without a reason she’s more then likely to just throw a punch to shut them up and walk away.

▪ bitch; There are many people Ophelia doesn’t get along with, people she can’t be bothered to talk to, people who’ve pissed her off in the past, people she doesn’t want to know anymore. To her friends she’s a sweetheart, she’ll dote over them and make sure they always have whatever they want. However, if she doesn’t want to speak to someone she’ll ignore them and is often seen as snobby, which in a way she is. It doesn’t take much to put Ophelia in a bad mood, and once she’s in one she stays in it for a long time. Ophelia has a tendency to take her bad mood out on other people and is prone to throwing things and swearing a lot, generally at people who most of the time don’t even deserve it. But because she’s stubborn, she won’t apologize afterwards, she knows she should but she doesn’t want to because that would mean opening up and explaining.

▪ Party girl Ophelia can party with the best of them, she likes drinking, she likes taking drugs, she doesn’t sleep around, but she likes to go out with friends and slip into something like a coma. Ophelia has a bit of a reputation as a party girl, it gets to the point where she’s so drunk she can’t talk and is blind to the rest of the world, 7 times out of ten she’ll be happy like this, but alcohol is a depressant so sometime she gets depressed when she’s drunk and it’s a dangerous situation for her to be in because she’s not one to stick to the normal things kids do these days, so there’s no guessing that she’ll get up to. [/size][/ul]

`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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Elizabeth West,42,dance instructor
Alexander West,46,restraunt
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
Dylan West,18,finshing collage
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
Margret & Fredrick West-deceased
Lucinda,66,retired & Wesley Finch,deceased
you know the different kind of uncle; N/A
and the one that looks like a rat; N/A
pretty freakin sure we're not related; N/A
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; dork, maltase puppy, three years


it's like hell but only faster; Elizabeth and Alexander met in collage. He was a business major, she was an art major. They didn’t go with the same crowds; in fact it was a chance meeting. They were both assigned to help with the new collage students, make them feel comfortable, help them settle in. At first they butted heads and hated each other. To the point where there was so much tension built up that Elizabeth threw a clipboard at his head , he retaliated by shoving her up against a wall and quite soon, other ‘things’ were happening. The couple stayed together through collage and were married at the age of 23. They were fairly young and their parents didn’t want them to get married but they did it anyway. Elizabeth got a job at a small bank, not something she wanted to do , seeing as she didn’t have any experience in accounting but she got the job to pay the bills, mean while Alexander was talking with a friend who was a chef about opening a restaurant, he needed funding, Alexander agreed to run the money and business end of things, his friends would be in charge of staff and advertisement. The couple didn’t have much money but Elizabeth agreed she wanted to see her husband happy. But it meant she had to take on extra shifts to try and fund this project.

At first everyone thought the extra stress from working longer hours was effecting Elizabeth, she kept fainting and blacking out at work and at home, but she had a feeling it was something more then that and went to see a doctor. At the age of 24, she was pregnant with Ophelia. Both Alexander and Elizabeth were scared, after all, they were trying to earn money, not a start a family, at five months Elizabeth had to leave the bank because she was finding it hard to move around, the restaurant idea was put on hold. When Ophelia was born, her mother suffered from post natal depression and couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Ophelia for a very long time, so her father looked after her, he fell in love with his little girl, and growing up she was always daddy’s little princess. Elizabeth hated the fact she’d become so ‘fat’ over the last nine months and took up a dancing class, where eventually she got a job. When Ophelia was about six months old, her mother held her for the first time, having gotten therapy for her depression and the little family was a happy picture for the first time. They struggled with money, going bankrupt at one stage before Elizabeth decided to get a job as a dance teacher, she wasn’t getting paid very much but it still helped, Alexander was back to designing a plan for the business he’d bought into years ago. Eventually they got back on track.

For the first few years of her life, Ophelia followed her father around and went almost everywhere with him. When she was three her little brother was born, she was too young to understand that a new baby had taken her place. Ophelia was a quiet baby though and didn’t make a big fuss about it. When she was five, she started school, and she loved it. She was loud and got along with the other kids, often being the first to attempt anything new, in fact she was very smart. The family was never very rich and with another baby, it was even harder but no one ever complained, they were happy. All through out school Ophelia was a happy bright student. It was when she hit high school that the problems started. Ophelia had been a little bit over weight and the other girls started teasing her about it when she was about 14, she wasn’t used to being teased as Dylan and Ophelia had always been close, and she started to with draw herself from the rest of her family, she spent a lot of time looking at herself in the mirror telling herself how ugly she was. Ophelia stopped eating and her weight dropped to an alarming weight. Her parents made her change schools once they found out about the bullying and got her on a diet again, watching her when she ate, making sure that she did in fact eat. They put her on a strict plan. At fifteen, she didn’t want to do what she was told and this plan and all the rules surrounding it, made her angry. She started doing things behind her parents back.

Now that she was thinner, and rebelling, kids at her new school thought she was cool and soon Ophelia become popular, being invited to parties every weekend, she hardly spent any time at home and developed a love for alcohol, she had a lot of friends and in the day time could probably be found passed out at one of their houses. At the age of sixteen, Ophelia walked into a room at a party were some older kids were doing cocaine. Not wanting to be different or seem weird, when she was offered she accepted and did a few lines. The effect only lasted a short time, but she instantly fell in love with the drug. The high felt amazing and soon she was hanging out with these same people almost every weekend, doing cocaine and just sitting around laughing and talking. Everyone started to notice a difference in her personality, Ophelia started to have violent outbursts when she was craving and ended up having many fights with her parents and her brother, some for stealing money. She needed cash to fund her drug problem and seeing as her family wasn’t that well off, it took a big toll on the way her family lived. Ophelia was becoming quite a selfish person and not many people, apart from her druggie friends wanted to be around her, so of course she stuck with them and her habits become worse. Ophelia was hooked on the drug so badly that it got to the point where she was taking cocaine four or five times a day to get the hit, to keep her feeling normal , half the time she didn’t even know what she was snorting, she stopped eating again and lost a lot of weight, she was basically a walking skeleton.

Her parents organized for her to go to rehab after one incident where they found her passed out on the couch with a bottle of vodka tipped all over the floor , they rushed her to hospital to pump her stomach and for the first time in a long time, Ophelia had a doctor look at her. She was mal-nourished and was told she had a cocaine addiction. Ophelia was in hospital for three weeks were they tried to get her weight up and wean her off the drugs, but she had to be moved to a psyche ward because she was having such violent outburst. Her doctors said she was one of the worst cases they’d seen before. After three weeks she was released and the first thing se did was find her dealer and ask him for some of his strongest cocaine. As soon as the drug hit her system, ass the tension and frustration she’d been feeling went away and Ophelia took up her old habits. She was so distant and violent, that her parents couldn’t look after her anymore, her mother was having breakdown at least one a week. She was breaking her fathers heart by abusing herself and her brother was terrified of her.

At Seventeen, Ophelia was kicked out of home and she didn’t even care. For a while she lived with her dealer, but he told her she had to work for him to keep on getting cocaine and she ended up sleeping with his friends, who paid her ad the money went straight back to her dealer for more cocaine. One day while she was having sex with some horrible man, she realized that she was nothing more then a cheap drug whore and that she had to do something about it. She was eighteen at the time, and went crawling back to her parents begging them to help her, her mother slammed the door in her face and told her to go away. She did go away for about a week before she went back to her father, she wasn’t high and he could tell, she was to agitated and to focused to be high. He let her in and Ophelia broke down in her fathers arms and told him what was happening. Her father dipped into her savings and made her an appointment to a clinic in America were she was going to try and get clean. Her mother didn’t know what her father had done, neither did her brother. But he had to help his little girl, because he felt it was hi fault she’d been involved in drugs in the first place.

Ophelia came to America and admitted herself into the clinic. She stayed in the Clinic for a year and got her weight back up, she wasn’t clean but she was using a lot less, maybe a hit once a day, which was an amazing improvement, she was much quieter and basically stopped talking to everyone, she was observing the world around her, seeing what she’d missed out on. Ophelia had come to the realization that the drug had ruined her life up until this point and she wanted to get off, she didn’t want to go back to England, it was to messy. Ophelia had taken drumming lesson when she was younger, but as she picked up her cocaine habits, stopped altogether, she was to out o fit most of the time to focus on learning, but one she was in American, she walked past a music store one day and popped inside to look around. When she sat behind the kit, she felt at home and picked up where she’d left off , after she’d been playing for a few hours, the owner of the shop gave Ophelia the card for a local band who were looking for a drummer. It took her a while but she finally went and spoke for them, played for them and they asked her to join. She’d never thought about making music for money, it had always just sort of been a side thing in her life , but now the band she’s in, Scar tissue are fairly big world wide. Her Drug addiction is a bit of a problem though, what good is a drummer who passed out from being to high on a couch? She gets along with her band mates but she’s not particularly close friends with them and she knows they don’t appreciate her love for illicit drugs.

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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] bone palace ballet
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; I play her on another site, that’s where the examples from.

you must be smelling your own crotch;

Ophelia was in no certain way in any state to work today. She was tired and suffering with withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes were red and blood shot, she was agitated and aggravated, basically wanted to stay away from people. She hadn’t had a hit in over a week, at first she’d been able to handle it, at least she thought she had. Cocaine was a very dangerous drug, even more dangerous for her, because the likelihood of her getting hooked again was quite high. Ophelia had spent the night curled up on her couch, the T.V blaring as she bit into a pillow, occasionally screaming, the blaring noises from the TV drowning out the side. She hadn’t been able to sleep and was relived when she saw the first signs of morning breaking. At five am she’d jumped into a cold shower and scrubbed herself until her skin hurt. The freezing water cooled her a little bit and she was able to get out and dress herself, attempting to fix her face in the process, which was a more difficult task then it seemed. She knew there was no point in putting on make up, because she had a shoot today which would require excessive amounts of foundation and eye liner, as per usual. Her shoot hadn’t been until ten, which was here she was now. Well almost, Ophelia was sitting in a make up chair, drumming her fingers on the counter as she waited her for make up artist to come back, brining back a light pink blush. Ophelia sucked her cheeks in as she was told do so and shut her eyes. She was completely and utterly tired, having gotten no sleep for the past few days. She had to find more cocaine, wasn’t like there was any shortage of it at the agency, but she was trying to be a good girl and stay away from it, trying to get clean.

Ophelia wanted to smack the make up artist’s hands away; she didn’t want to be touched. One man was working on her face while a young woman worked on her hair, primping and puffing it the way she wanted. She leant back in her chair, trying to block out the noise. Her hands clenched the arms of the chair as they worked, after about ten minutes , both people left her, without a word. Ophelia opened her eyes and sighed, they were gone, she turned to look at herself in the mirror and stared. She didn’t look like she had anything wrong with her. It didn’t look like she’d had no sleep for days, she looked clean and fresh and happy, even without smiling, it almost made her feel sick, that wasn’t how she felt. It was so fake. Turning away from the sight in the mirror, Ophelia stood up and walked to the clothing rack, looking for her name. She stopped when she saw what she was going to be wearing, a scant, shiny material bikini. Good thing she’d waxed a few days ago. Why did they always make her wear something slutty, she’d never done a shit in just a jumper and pants, they wanted to expose her body and she was sick of being exposed. Stripping quickly, not caring if she’d left the door open, she pulled the top over her head and started to tie the tie art the back, this was hopeless, not matter what she did, she was going to be falling all over the place. Ophelia was rather well built in the breast department, perhaps a little to well built, her boobs were bigger then anyone else’s and the slutty outfit was barely going to conceal her as it was. Bending over, she slipped the bottom on and looked at herself in the mirror, with the small outfit and the Smokey make up she’d been given, Ophelia thought she looked like your regular whore, or playboy model, neither of which she wanted to be.

Sighing, she walked out of the dressing room and down a small hall to the studio where she knew she was meant to go. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stood waiting to be directed. She hadn’t been standing there long when a photographer walked over to her and asked her to kneel in the small beach looking set up they’d made as a set. It took a while for her to understand what he wanted but eventually she ended up sitting on her knees, legs spread, chest pushed out, arms bent above her head, holding up her blonde hair. Worst of all she was pouting and she was sure she looked something like a porn star. She tilted her head this way and that as instructed although she didn’t feel like smiling or looking like a tease. Her arms felt heavy and all she wanted to do was sleep, well sleep and get high. It hadn’t been very long before she was asked to change positions, leaning down into the sand, ass in the air. For a moment she stared at the photographer before looking him dead in the eye and saying very slowly “fuck you” , turning and walking out of the studio, she wasn’t going to do something as degrading, in her opinion, as that. Ophelia walked quickly back to her dressing room and pulled the pins out of her hair, shaking it out, she didn’t bother to get changed but instead grabbed for her bad, sniffing out of habit as she searched through it teeth gritted, the photographer had put her in a bad mood and she was even more agitated now. Ophelia was at the point where she needed a hit, or she felt she was going to go insane and do something she didn’t want t. Pulling open a small pocket I the side, she smiled in relief and pulled out a small bag, half filled with white powder. It took her all of two minutes to set up a few lines and pull a straw out of her bag. Ophelia lent over the neat little lines but stopped just before she sucked anything up. Did she really honestly want to do this, she wanted to be clean, more then anything, for her father, for herself, for Spencer, but the urge was driving her crazy.

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